The Little Schoolgirl : Mr. Matthew's Classroom

 
The halls of the high school were quiet as Jonathan Matthews headed back to his classroom. It was getting late and the sun had set early, leaving the windows dark and cold. The faculty meeting had run a little longer than he’d originally expected, with a number of the teachers wanting to discuss changes to the school’s corporal punishment policy. Jonathan hadn’t really cared all that much. He wasn’t quite as sadistic as the freshman English teacher, Ms. Temis, or as perverted as the History Teacher, George Mason. Hell, even Coach Hampton was a bit more vicious than Jonathan Matthews. 

Jonathan whistled to himself, his dinner swinging in a paper bag, clutched in one hand, while the oversized cup of diet soda was held in the other. After the meeting he’d left just long enough to hit up a fast food sandwich shop and grab something to go. His intentions were simple. Relax in the quietness of an empty classroom, eat his dinner, and grade papers. His students were gone for the day and this was his opportunity to grind through some of the more mundane tasks educators were often burdened with. He had to transfer the cup to the crook of his other arm as he pushed on the door handle that opened his classroom, and he heard the sound even before the automatic lights flickered on.

There was a motor running. High pitched, but strangely muted.

After being a teacher for 5 years, Jonathan Matthews had been exposed to some rather wild things. The inventiveness of students rarely caught him off guard. And honestly, he couldn’t say he was surprised to find the little schoolgirl in his classroom. She had something of a reputation, though as a freshman in the middle of her first year, Jonathan had only seen her on rare occasions. Still, finding her in his classroom, well after hours, in the dark, was… different.

Someone had pushed four of the student desks together near the back window and she was laying on the table tops, twitching. Her pale white skin seemed to glow under the bright fluorescent lights and she blinked as her eyes struggled to adjust. Brown nylon rope had been used to tie her down at the shoulders and her legs had been spread all the way out to the sides of the desks. Her knees dangled down, as did her hands, and a rather haphazard tie had been used to keep her in place. Her uniform was folded neatly in a pile a few feet away, shoes, stockings, skirt, and blouse. But the most interesting thing to Jonathan was the fact that the floor beneath her exposed and nicely quivering slit, was spotted with moisture, as if she had spent the last hour or two having repeated and constant orgasms. Hell, there were still fluids dripping down both legs to her bare little toes!

Jonathan let out a sign and set his drink and dinner down on the desk. The humming motor sounds were easy to identify. He spotted the control fob laying on his desk and with a roll of his eyes, he picked it up. It was set to maximum and he turned back to the little schoolgirl as he slowed the incessant vibrations of the motor, but didn’t turn it off.

“Well, hello there,” Jonathan said politely, smiling as her wide blue eyes finally focused on him. She let out a groan, her face a mask of exhaustion, satisfaction, and even need. “I’m Jonathan Matthews. You’re in my classroom. Might I inquire how you got here?”

The little schoolgirl licked her lips. “Please?” She moaned softly. “Please untie me?”

Jonathan nodded agreeably. “I will. I assure you. But you need to answer my question first. Why are you in my classroom, naked, tied to these desks?”

The blush on the girl’s face was delightful and Jonathan knew that she wasn’t here unwillingly, or at least, she hadn’t entered the room unwillingly. He glanced around, then went back over to the door. The classroom’s metal trash receptacle was there and sure enough, three spent and filled condoms were lying on top of the day’s detritus. Obviously she had entertained three of her fellow students, who had then rewarded her for being a willing fuckslut by leaving her tied up, stuffed solidly with a vibrator, and left for whomever found her. Jonathan frowned. Housekeeping would have eventually come in and released her, but she would have been left bound to the desk for three or four full hours, instead of the two she’d already endured. He took a deep breath, then walked over to the little schoolgirl's pile of clothing. He thumbed through it for a moment, then realized what was missing.

“Were you wearing a bra and panties when you came in here?” Jonathan asked curiously.

“Wh-what?” She breathed, still twitching. Clearly the vibrator in her pussy was affecting her cognitive processes. Jonathan snagged the fob controlling the toy inside her and got close again. 

“Panties. And a bra. They aren’t with your clothes. Did the boys take them?” He asked, articulating his words more clearly.

She blinked and shook her head, eyes fogged with pleasure. “Bra? Panties?” She closed her eyes. “No.”

Jonathan let out a deep breath. “Of course. I’ve heard about your penchant for violating school rules.” He shook his head, then went back to his desk. He opened the top drawer and pulled out a small packet. Then he went back over to the bound little schoolgirl, standing between her outstretched thighs. He lifted the fob and the humming motor went completely quiet. 

The little schoolgirl let out a sob and Jonathan set the packet down on her tummy, only to run his fingers downward, right into her slit. She was soaked and jerked as his touch bumped over her clitoris. Then she groaned desperately as he dug inward, his fingers curling to clutch the egg shaped plastic toy buried in her cunt. He pulled it out of her, the entire thing dripping with goo, and he set it down on the desk near her right hip. Then he wiped her own effluvium on her thigh, leaving a glistening trail of wetness to shine on her soft, cream colored skin. Jonathan picked up the packet and tore one side of it open. 

“Before I release you, we have to address the violation. You are aware that panties and a bra are required when you are here at school, right?”

Her eyes focused more clearly on him and she nodded, gulping. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, lifting her head. 

Jonathan’s hand went to his trousers and he tugged the zipper of his pants downward. “And can you tell me what the punishment is for not wearing a bra?”

She let her head fall backward and she closed her eyes. “Twenty strokes, sir. To my breasts.”

Jonathan pulled his cock out of his pants. The rubber slipped from the opened packet and he began sliding it over the full length of his very firm and large shaft. “That’s correct. Though I feel I should warn you that at tonight’s faculty meeting, a decision was made that it had to be twenty strokes to each breast. It can be delivered with single strokes across the full chest, or double strikes against individual tits.” He gripped the base of his cock and aimed it, right for the gaping open slit of the little schoolgirl’s pussy.

“And what’s the punishment for not wearing panties?” Jonathan asked, even as he moved forward. The tip of his member grazed the petal of her sex and she gasped.

“Twenty spanks!” She blurted out. Jonathan slid into her fully, in one solid, strong thrust. 

“Precisely. Twenty strokes. I have one of the school issued leather saps in my desk,” he said, starting to pump. His hips pressed against her soft open thighs and her body rocked as he began fucking her vigorously. He grabbed her hips, pulling her toward him and the creaking of the desks beneath them emphasized the levels of force and energy being used. “And don’t worry, I intend on punishing you in a moment,” he said as he banged her. “But before I get the sap, we need to discuss the other decision made at tonight’s faculty meeting about sensitization.”

The little schoolgirl lay there, eyes closed, clearly loving the sensation of Mr. Matthews’ prick sliding in and out of her sopping wet and oversensitized pussy. She’d endured multiple orgasms that afternoon, two with the boys and then another set left tied on the desk, the huge vibrator buzzing along inside her. But honestly, Mr. Matthews’ cock was exactly what she wanted. Thick and long and adult. It burrowed through her loins and delved into the aching crevasse, satisfying her needs. The pleasure made it difficult to focus.

“What? Sensitization?” She managed to mumble. 

Jonathan nodded, still pumping. He loved the way she tightened around him, clutching and squeezing his throbbing prick. “Exactly. The list of potential stimulation techniques was enlarged tonight. I hadn’t really thought about it, but under the circumstances, I’m kind of glad.” He slowed his thrusts and let out a soft groan. “Damn, you feel incredible,” he muttered. “I’m kind of torn,” he added, making slow, deep thrusts. “I’m personally fond of the TENS unit. I have one of the portable versions and frankly, the idea of sending little jolts of electricity through your nipples while I fuck you stupid sounds absolutely amazing.” 

The little schoolgirl let out a mewl, shuddering. 

“But Ms. Temis managed to get binder clips approved tonight, and the idea of one of those metal clamps crushing each nipple, wiggling back and forth, sounds pretty darn good too.” He jammed himself deep and hard, holding himself inside her. “Do you have a preference?” Jonathan asked.

The little schoolgirl looked up at him, mouth partially open, clearly on the cusp of orgasm. “Whatever you want to do to me, sir!” She breathed.

Jonathan smiled and pulled out again, but only until just the tip was still inside her. Then he began pumping once more. Gentle, steady thrusts. They must have been driving her banana crackers. 

“I like that attitude,” he admitted. “And while the binder clamps certainly are appealing, I think I’ll go get my TENS Unit instead.” He pulled his cock out of her dripping slit and turned away as she whined, her pussy convulsing as it was left empty. With his shaft bobbing, Jonathan walked over to his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a box. He brought it back over to the table, setting it down on the little schoolgirl’s tummy. Then, without a word, he slid his rubber covered shaft back into her grasping, clutching cunt. 

A spasm rippled through her as he penetrated and her eyes closed again. Jonathan opened the box even as he began another round of steady thrusts, and he extracted a device the size of a television remote. It was white, with an LED screen, multiple buttons, and two dials. The little schoolgirl didn’t seem to care as he set the box aside, laying the device on her tummy just above her belly button. Then he leaned over and pulled two sets of white wires out of the box. 

“So I used to have a pair of those sticky stim tabs,” Jonathan said simply while he pumped his hips. “But I replaced them with these school sanctioned clamps. Simpler to use, even if it does restrict where you can put them.” He leaned forward, driving his cock deep into the little schoolgirl’s depths, even as he pinched both of the clamps open. He rubbed the plastic and metal pincers back and forth across her nipples and in just seconds they stiffened into taut little points. Jonathan smiled and then let the clamps close on each tip. The little schoolgirl let out a gasp, eyes snapping open, only to groan in delight. 

Jonathan laughed. “Yes, I’ve heard you seem to like the sensation of being clamped. I’m shocked I didn’t find you with clothespins jiggling from your tits.” He pulled back a bit and plugged the wires into the device on the little schoolgirl’s stomach. “Let’s see. Pulse I think, and for frequency, let’s do two pulses per second.” He pressed a few buttons. “And now for intensity. I think level three is a good place to start sensitizing you. It’s right on the borderline between a firm pinch and someone sucking on your nipple.” He turned both dials and the little schoolgirl stiffened, her pussy tightening up around his shaft. Her back arched a bit and she let out a little croon, though whether it was discomfort or pleasure, Jonathan couldn’t tell.

“Here’s the thing,” he added, his hands once more going to her hips. “There is no way you could have been tied like this without a ruckus. Which means you were totally complicit. You wanted to be tied up and fucked. The question I have is whether this was just some random room, or whether you meant to be here.”

The little schoolgirl looked up and for the first time, a very different look crossed her face. It wasn’t one of sexual delight, or confusion. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled in a way that made Jonathan’s cock quiver. “Which will get me more punishment, sir?” 

“Oh, you naughty little vixen!” Jonathan cooed. He grabbed the TENS Unit and turned the dials up another notch to level four. The little schoolgirl yelped, clenching her teeth and shuddering as the electricity now zipped across the tips of her breasts. “What does that feel like?” He asked curiously.

“P-p-pliers,” she hissed. 

Jonathan blinked. “Pliers? Someone has used pliers on your tits?”

She nodded quickly and Jonathan found himself getting even more aroused. “Wow. Now there’s something for the imagination.” He swung his hips, thrusting hard into her body and he found her panting, squirming form. Suddenly he felt the pressure building, his lust solidifying into a full formed object. He grunted as he began hammering himself into her, her fluids splattering his loins and wetting his balls. He gritted his teeth, much the same way she was doing, and the tightening of her pussy around his cock sent waves of pleasure streaming through him. He reached his climax and thrust himself deep, holding himself inside her as streams of cum shot up through his shaft, filling the small reservoir at the end of his prophylactic.

With a groan, Jonathan pulled out, sighing in relief and the little schoolgirl let out a squeal. He ignored her quivering, jerking hips and the way her loins jumped around, pussy convulsing as her unmet needs overwhelmed her. He pulled off the condom and as he passed his desk, he reached into the bag with his now cold dinner, and grabbed a napkin. He wiped himself off, the excess fluids staining the paper dark and he tossed all of it into the waste bin. He zipped himself up as he turned back to the quivering girl, stopping at his desk for only one more item.

The leather sap felt very solid in his hand and he walked up to the little schoolgirl, his eyes focused on the wet, pink slit his cock had just been in. He paused, trying to decide whether to punish her breasts or pussy first. She twisted on the desks, her arms and legs pulling the cordage that held her open, her face contorted into a grimace. Jonathan put the sap down and picked up the silent sex toy he’d found her stuffed with in the first place.

“I don’t want your cunt getting ignored while I beat your tits,” Jonathan said simply, pushing the egg shaped vibrator into her sex. She groaned as it went back in, tightening around it desperately. He picked up the fob and turned it on, but only to its lowest setting, not wanting to push her any closer to the edge than she already was. Then he picked up the TENS Unit, shutting off the electrical jolts going to her nipples. She mewled as the pain subsided, then mewled as he removed the clamps. With a wicked grin, Jonathan set one of the clamps on her clitoris. She gasped, thrusting up, her buttocks tightening and he turned the TENS unit back on, sending pulses of lightning through the tenderest nub of her body. Jonathan turned the dial upward, from level three to level four, and when the only response was her sudden intake of breath, all the way up to level five.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” The little schoolgirl cried out, jerking her loins as the bursts of energy fried her clit. Jonathan set down the TENS Unit and picked up the sap. The little schoolgirl whimpered, teeth clenched, her bottom half twitching madly. Jonathan wondered if the jolts felt like someone pinching her clit with a pair of pliers, or whether it was something worse, like someone shoving a red hot needle through her clitoris. Then he turned his attention to her left breast. With his left hand he grabbed her tit, bunching it up as she whimpered and quivered. Then with the sap, he began slapping the leather down on her turgid, raised nipple. 

The blows were not viciously hard, nor were they teasingly soft. Jonathan knew that the stinging heat had to be affecting her and when her mouth opened, head tilted back, and a heart wrenching shriek came from her lips, he knew that the pain was exactly right. He counted silently, steadily spanking the large, dark pink target until the entire top of her breast was pink and flushed and hot. 

The little schoolgirl blinked tears from her eyes, only to see Mr. Matthews move from one side of her body to the other. He grabbed her right breast this time, plumping and squeezing it, his thumb going back and forth across the tip, only to raise his leather sap and bring it down with a flurry of blows that left her screeching. Her entire body, including her pussy, tightened down, unable to cope with the overwhelming sensory overload. Her heart pounded, almost in time with the shocks being delivered to her clitoris, and when the heat and hurt of the final stroke of the paddle against her chest seemed to fade, she shuddered in relief.

Jonathan moved back down to the little schoolgirl’s sex and he turned off the TENS unit. He removed the clamp, but left the vibrator inside her. Even before lifting the leather sap, he used the fob to turn up the vibrations to maximum, and the corresponding blubber of acute pleasure that came from her mouth was like music to his ears. 

“I hope I don’t have to remind you that having an orgasm during punishment is strictly prohibited, and could result in further discipline,” he warned her teasingly. She didn’t respond, or at least she didn’t respond with anything other than the desperate thrusting of her hips. Fluids dripped from her slit and Jonathan had the distinct feeling that were he to rub his fingers over her clitoris, just for a few seconds, she would pop like a water balloon tossed in a cactus garden. He raised the sap and with eyes locked on her swollen, perfect little nub, brought the leather paddle down with a sharp flick of his wrist. 

That was all it took. A single blow. The little schoolgirl’s back arched and her toes curled as she yanked hard on the ropes holding her down. Her thighs rippled with energy as the climax surged through her little body. Cum squirted out of her pussy, splattering the front of Jonathan’s pants, as well as the paddle as it swung back down to strike her clit a second time, then a third. She screamed, eyes closed, fingers clenched into fists as wave after wave of orgasmic energy rushed through her tormented and bound body. Jonathan noticed, but didn’t let it stop him from swinging again. And again. She screeched, thrashing on the desk as the sap continued to snap down in steady beats, sending shock waves through her shuddering, rippling body. 

Jonathan hesitated, the leather paddle in midair, just inches from her now well spanked pussy. She lay panting on the table, a veritable river of cum dripping from her slit, soaking the edge of the desk, falling to the floor and running down her outstretched legs to her toes. Her eyes were glazed and she lay there, mouth open, a line of saliva falling from the corner of her mouth. She had another fourteen strokes coming to complete the full twenty, but for some reason Jonathan Matthews took pity on her. With a sigh he set the paddle down and began untying her. Finally he turned off the vibrator and removed it from her sodden slit.

It took her a moment to collect herself, to slide from the euphoric bliss of sexual climax to something resembling coherency, but when she finally sat up, blinking in confusion, Jonathan was already sitting at his desk unpacking his dinner and laying it beside a stack of papers.

“Umm… sir?” She asked softly, not bothering to cover up her still pink breasts, her skin still slightly inflamed from the spanking. 

“Yes?” Jonathan asked. 

“Um…” she said uncomfortably, wincing a little. “I don’t think you gave me all my spanks.”

Jonathan looked at her directly. He was somewhat surprised that she’d had the mental wherewithal to even count. But he kept his face blank. “Is that so?” 

She nodded, even more sure of herself. “Yes sir.”

Jonathan took a bite of his sandwich and chewed, leaving her to stew. “How many do you think I missed?” 

This time she didn’t hesitate at all. “Seventeen sir,” she replied. 

Jonathan gave her an amused look. “So, you’re saying I can’t count?”

Her eyes widened and she gasped. “What? No sir! That’s not… I mean… I don’t want to imply…” 

Jonathan waved his hand. “I appreciate your willingness to accept the full punishment, but I think you’ve had enough for the day.” She blinked and then looked like she was about to protest, but Jonathan cut her off. “Are you aware, however, of the consequences of having an orgasm when you’re supposed to be suffering punishment?”

She licked her lips and slid down from the desk. She stood in front of him, totally oblivious to her nudity, one foot cocked at an angle. It was an incredibly provocative pose and Jonathan, to his surprise, felt himself hardening again. She nodded, almost eagerly. “Yes sir. In-School-Suspension. I’m to be tortured. Stimulated, I mean. Sexually. But not allowed to cum. And if I accidentally cum, then I’m to be subjected to forced orgasms until it's time to go home and I have to stay in ISS a second day getting stimulated, presuming I don’t cum again.”

Jonathan smiled. “Well, you might as well report there tomorrow morning, because I will be letting them know you are coming.”

She grinned. “I’ve already cum sir. And probably will again.” At that Jonathan laughed. She moved to the very front of his desk, her sweet hips practically dancing in front of him. “But what about the other spanks sir? The seventeen strokes? For not wearing panties?” 

Jonathan hesitated. Her pussy was clearly well used and God only knew how many cocks she’d taken that day. Could she handle any more?

She licked her lips. “If you feel like I need a break sir, I could… I could use my mouth to pleasure you, until you can sensitize me again.”

He felt his shaft suddenly shift as the blood rushed into it and let out a groan. “Or I could just stuff you with the vibrator again and watch you squirm.”

The little schoolgirl’s eyes widened, but then she blushed. “Yes sir. You could do that.”

Jonathan smiled. “Or both. Get the vibrator from the desk and put it in.”

She whirled, the grin on her face infectious, and she grabbed the plastic egg-shaped vibrator. Spreading herself wide for him, she rubbed it along her petals with a groan. Jonathan took another bite of his sandwich as he watched her push it in, and once it was inside her, she plucked the control fob off the desk and handed it to him. He turned it to the lowest setting and a fresh spasm rippled through her as she brought her thighs together. She licked her lips as he gestured for her to come around and she obediently moved between his legs. Then she knelt down and crawled under the desk.

He felt her fingers on his bulge, tugging at the zipper. Then she pulled on his pants and boxers. He lifted up, letting her remove his clothing, freeing his now bobbing shaft. Then she grabbed hold of it, her tongue swirling. Jonathan let out a soft groan as she teased him, licking and sucking the tip. Then, without warning, she took his entirety into her mouth, deepthroating his cock. It was an intensely powerful sensation and his cock jerked. He moaned, leaning back, realizing that his dinner was going to have to wait. He was just to horney, and she was just too perfect. His fingers grasped the control fob to the vibrator and he twisted the knob, hearing the motor spin up inside her, all the way to full power. 

She gasped, but continued to suck and slurp and swallow his cock. It only took a minute or two more and Jonathan scooted back, his hands reaching for her. He pulled her up off his shaft and pushed her up on his desk, spreading her legs. Her eyes widened as he produced the paddle once more and she leaned back, arching her spine. He raised it up and held it above her grasping, wanting, trembling little cunt. 

“What happens if you cum again?” He asked. “While I’m spanking you?”

She sat there, her bare feet on the edges of his desk, knees bobbing in the air, wide open and vulnerable. Her hips rolled and she kept thrusting, desperate and wanton. She licked her lips, chest heaving, nipples taut and raised. 

“Well sir, I suppose a second day of torment in ISS would be appropriate.” Then she smiled. “Or I could come for afternoon detention sometime, for another punishment?” 

Jonathan laughed and brought the paddle down hard on her sweet, perfect little slit. A flurry of sharp, hard spanks landed as she squirmed and squealed on the desk, fluids splattering over his dinner, the papers that needed grades, and his bare loins. He counted out the fourteen strokes he truly owed her, then another half dozen. She screamed, knees bobbing as she lost control on the last stroke and he tossed the paddle away, his fingers digging into her pussy, plucking the vibrator out of her smoking hot cunt. The shaking, rumbling toy fell from his hand to go rattling across the floor and without another word he jammed his rock hard cock into her wet hole, pounding her with fury as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her from the desk and settling back down into the chair, the panting, luscious limbs of the little schoolgirl clutching him tightly. 

He felt her cry out, her surge of wetness, and then he came inside her. 

***

The little schoolgirl planted a kiss on Jonathan Matthew’s cheek and turned away. She was wearing the school required uniform  blue plaid skirt and white blouse, and her cute little feet had been tucked into the knee high socks and flat trainers. She gave him a little grin as she stopped by the door.

“Don’t forget,” she said simply. “In-school-suspension. They won’t let me in unless you complete the disciplinary form.”

Jonathan laughed. “I won’t forget. I promise.”

She held up two fingers. “And it’s for two days. Not just one. So I have to not cum on day one, and then not cum again on day two.” She gave him a wry smile. “Though I suspect I’ll be in there for a week.”

He rolled his eyes. “Alright! Alright. Go on. It’s almost seven o’clock. Go home!” He shooed her out and as she walked out, her hands dipped down and lifted the back of her skirt, flashing him her amazing ass. Jonathan shook his head. He hadn’t even spanked her bottom! With a sigh he looked down at the remnants of his dinner as the door shut and with a chuckle, he reached for the ungraded, girl goo splattered papers.

Two hours later he stood up and stretched. He felt amazing, but then realized he had one more thing to do. He completed the disciplinary request form on his computer and sent it in. Two days in ISS, struggling to reach climax and not being allowed, unless of course she managed it, would certainly serve the little schoolgirl right. And maybe, just maybe, she’d learned her lesson about wearing panties and a bra. He stood up, grabbed his dinner trash, and headed down the hall. He saw one of the janitors pulling a bag out of one of the hall bins.

“Evening Mr. Li,” Jonathan said cheerfully. But then he froze. The bag, which was translucent, contained a shape. Jonathan froze and then pointed. “What is that?”

The janitor opened the bag and reached in with his gloved hand. A bright pink bra came out, exactly the size and shape of the little schoolgirl. He held it out and a familiar vanilla scent came from it. “There’s a pair of matching panties in here too,” said Mr. Li. “Do you want them as well?” He teased.

Jonathan let the bra fall back into the bin, his mind reeling. “No. Not tonight. Whomever had these taken from her, won’t really need them again. I’m almost certain.” 

As he headed toward the exit, he smiled again. “No,” he whispered to himself. “I’m totally certain she won’t be needing those ever again.”