Paul Mason was sitting at his desk, two separate stacks of papers in front of him. One pile, dwindling, was ungraded history tests, while on the opposite side were a stack of red marked documents, each bearing a grade. In total, he wasn’t dissatisfied with his students’ performance. The general scores were in the upper eighties and low nineties, with some of his more stellar students hitting high A’s. It was enough to keep the few murmurs of a needed “curve” at bay and he smiled to himself as he looked up at all of the empty desks and chairs across from him. Soft jazz played from his computer speakers and he sighed. Sometimes, the relaxing moments came when the students had all headed home for the day.
He had just finished writing out a somewhat exasperated note with one student’s ill-conceived answer to a question when the door of his classroom creaked open. He glanced up, at first irritated at the interruption, but then his expression softened as the little schoolgirl stepped through the partially opened portal. She was a petite thing, at least height wise, though the swell of her bosom pressing against the white, taut fabric of her uniform blouse made it very clear that she was very much a woman. Her hips, clad in the required blue and white plaid skirt, swished with each step and Mason couldn’t help putting his pen down and appreciating her fully as she turned, closed the door, and then… locked it.
Mason’s right eyebrow went up and the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Mason,” she said politely, turning toward him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her knees came together, the white knee high socks touching. “I was wondering if I might have a moment with you to discuss my grade.” Her eyes flickered down to the stack of tests on his desk and Mason let out a disappointed huff.
“Actually,” he said in all honesty, “your test score was a ninety-three. There’s not really any need to…”
She moved deliberately, her flat pumps crossing with each step as her hips swayed provocatively, until she was right up next to him, the hard tips of her breasts even with his eyes. “I meant my overall grade sir,” she breathed deeply. “I’ll do anything to bring it up, even if it’s just a few points.”
Mason winced. It wasn’t that he was opposed to her offer, but she didn’t need it. “You’re already making an A, which admittedly is surprising considering how often you’re given detention, but…” His voice trailed off as her hand slid down the front of her chest, pressing the material tightly against her bosom. She cocked one hip and lifted the heel of her foot, adopting a distinctly sensual and erotic pose. Mason swallowed, then gave her a look of admonishment.
“Careful young lady,” he said clearly, but with a teasing grin. “That sort of behavior isn’t appropriate and you wouldn’t want me to be forced to conduct an undergarment check, would you?”
The little schoolgirl blinked. Then she took a step back from him, as if a little unsure of herself. But then her smile returned and to Mason’s astonishment, she reached with both hands under her skirt and snagged the blue and white striped panties with her fingers. Drawing them down her pretty legs, she stepped out of them, lifted the tiny bit of material up, and dropped it on his desk with a wicked grin.
“Okay,” she said willingly. “I’m ready for the panty check.”
Mason’s jaw dropped as she adopted the correct position as per the school policy; legs spread wide apart and fingers interlaced behind her head. “You are aware of the consequences of this finding, correct?”
She nodded immediately, still holding her position. “Of course, sir. I’m to be immediately stripped of my uniform, to give you the opportunity to check my other body parts for the correct clothing. Then I’m to receive corporal punishment on the offending parts of my body that were incorrectly covered. But before I get my required spanks, those parts are supposed to be intensely sensitized so that the corporal punishment is more effective.”
“I suppose that as often as you have failed this particular exam, you’d be intimately familiar with the punishment,” he allowed.
“If you can call it punishment,” she replied saucily. She arched her back, which caused her breasts to press even harder against the material of her blouse. Mason was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra either. He gave her a knowing look, then moved his chair forward and put his hand between her outstretched thighs.
Their eyes met as he lifted his hand and then he was touching her, the soft wet petals of her flower pressed against his fingers. For a moment he just felt her heat and wetness, but then he began stroking softly, spreading her moisture across the folds, caressing her with gentle motions. She gasped as he stroked her, then moaned as he wriggled his middle finger between her labia, pressing deeper and deeper. She rose up on tiptoe as his entire digit settled inside her and when he curled it, she let out a desperate whimper. It was far more than was needed to check a student for panties, not that he needed to, since the little schoolgirl’s underwear was laying on his desk with that day’s grading. He probed her deeply, her sodden slit pressing into his hand in rhythmic thrusts as he elicited a little chorus of sounds that only proved her desperate arousal.
“You are indeed not wearing panties,” he confirmed, adding a steady in and out pumping motion to her wriggling, teasing finger. She groaned, eyelids fluttering as her chest rose and fell deeply. “While I finish the panty check, you need to unbutton your blouse. If you’re wearing a bra, then it will only be your sweet little cunt that gets a whipping. But if your nipples are showing when you unfasten the front of your shirt, then I’ll punish your breasts too.”
The little schoolgirl smiled wickedly and began unbuttoning her blouse. Fresh, pink skin started to show and a moment later Mason knew that he was going to have even more fun. “I’m a naughty girl,” she agreed, fingers fluttering between her full and perfect breasts. The decolletage between the hills was smooth and when the material was pulled asunder, Mason saw that the tips were rosy and raised, enticing in her excitement. She slipped the uniform blouse off her shoulders, leaving the tie hanging down from her bare neck over her sternum. It was deliciously naughty and contrasted her creamy white skin perfectly.
“Skirt too,” he ordered, his hand moving even more energetically between her sweet thighs. The blouse fell to the floor and even as Mason continued to finger her slit, she unclipped the skirt. It slid downward, hanging on his arm and only with reluctance did he pull his hand away from her sex. His finger glistened wetly as he let the skirt fall. As it did she moved forward, her bottom against the desk. He realized she was about to sit on his papers when he grabbed her, pushing her downward.
“No,” he growled. “Not yet. I want something else first.”
For a second, the naked little schoolgirl gave him a confused look, but as his hands went to his belt she nodded obediently. She dropped to her knees as her tongue came out, licking her lips. Positioned between his legs, her fingers went to his buckle, then the zipper of his trousers. It took only a second to free his member from the boxers beneath and her narrow, delicate fingers wrapped around the thick meat of the history teacher’s shaft, stroking it tenderly. Mason groaned as she toyed with him, stroking and squeezing. Then she bent her head, brown hair cascading down around to hide her face as her sweet, delectable mouth surrounded his shaft.
The first sensation was the fluttering of her tongue working around the edge of his tip, teasing and enticing him. Her hand slid down to the base, tightening as he felt the first pull of suction, her pliable mouth forming an almost perfect circle in which to encompass him. She bobbed her head, taking an inch, then half of him, then almost all of his length, a steady swallowing motion rippling through her throat as she struggled to take as much of him as possible. His hand came up, caressing her breasts, teasing the nipples as she slurped and swallowed, her expert fellatio falling into a rhythm. There was the light, tickling teasing, her tongue flicking along the tip. Then came the delicate suction of her sucking on just the head as her hands slid up and down him. Then she went deep, taking his entire manhood down her talented throat, until her nose was pressed against his belly. She would come up, gasping, only to do it all over again.
Mason groaned, feeling his testicles tighten, his hardened cock throbbing with need as she gobbled his meat. Her fingernails caressed his scrotum and her thumb and fingers tightened around the base of his shaft until he felt himself getting close to release.
“Now,” he grunted, pushing her mouth away. His cock bobbed and he rose from his chair, his trousers falling. Her hands helped as he kicked off his shoes, then stepped out of his fallen trousers and boxers. Her face turned upward, her mouth still open, questing, as if she wanted him to face fuck her once more. Instead he reached down and took her hands, pulling her up. She came willingly, obediently, even as he lifted her up onto the desk, her ass pushing aside the ungraded tests. She laid back, lifting her arms and spreading them along the upper edge of the surface and then to his utter delight, she raised her feet into the air straight up, giving him a visage of perfection; her delicate and glistening slit peeping out from between her thighs. This lasted only two or three seconds before it got even better, and she spread her legs wide, holding herself open.
Her pussy was perfectly shaved, wet and ready and her clit was a pink little exposed bump at the top of her gash. Cock bobbing, Mason suddenly felt a different urge and without a word he sat back down in his chair, scooting forward to put his mouth right on her exposed nub. She gasped, legs trembling as he suckled her, stabbing at her clit with his tongue until he could feel her thrusting up against his chin. He let go of the apex of her sex and then moved downward, tasting the tangy perfection of her depths. She quivered and moaned as he licked his way through her crevasse, and when he finally came up for air, he could tell she was just as much on the edge as he was.
“I will now start the punishment,” he warned her, even as he reached down to his fallen trousers. His fingers snagged the flexible, supple leather belt and pulled it free of the material. The buckle rattled, but it was the other end that he grasped, the final eight or so inches of hide, that flopped back and forth as he rose up above her. Her eyes found the end of the belt and she sucked in a breath, bracing herself for the fire that was about to befall her. Mason moved the end of his makeshift strop above her beautiful cunt and stroked her clit and petals gently, teasing her to within an inch of desperate hunger. And when the expression on her face moved from pleasure to frustration, he snapped his wrist downward in a flurry of hot strokes, to leave a blistering bevy of blows on her beautiful bud.
The little schoolgirl squealed, teeth clenched as her pussy tightened in scorched fury, the heat and sting of the beating blistering through her. But even as the pain seared its way up to her synapses, the underlying sexual tension and stimulation ate at the agony, twisting it around and using it to fuel her insatiable lust. She felt her hips roll, her mons rising as she thrust upward into Mason’s strokes and when she was on the cusp of losing control, one way or another, he stopped. She froze, unsure if she was going to explode or fizzle out, only to cry out again as his mouth came down once more, licking and nibbling on her clit and folds. Pleasure swirled through her and she almost lost control. Her fingers clenched and curled, grasping at some unseen force, and just as she was about to cum, his mouth once more lifted and he raised the belt.
“Yes!” She whimpered desperately. “Hit me!”
For the first time the teacher obeyed the student and he brought the belt down hard and fast, a flurry of biting blows that smashed at her folds, opening her flower to expose the tender and delicate inner linings. It struck her clit, mashing and crushing it, slapping it wetly back and forth, until she screeched. He hesitated, thinking that perhaps he’d gone just a bit too far, when she looked up at him with a frantic, desperate expression.
“PLEASE?” She begged. “MORE? HARDER?”
The next dozen blows left marks and she cried out with each of them. Only the splattering wetness and the ragged breaths of her need told him that she was converting the agony into ecstasy. Her petals seemed to swell, darkening roughly from the torment inflicted upon them, until Mason almost felt… guilty, worrying for her wellbeing. He stopped again, to give her time, space, a moment just to breathe, but his throbbing cock was suddenly too hard, too desperate, and he tossed the belt aside, to slide his entire quivering length into her freshly pounded pussy.
The noise she made as he entered was part cry of satisfaction and part wail of physical violation. It wasn’t that she was opposed to him fucking her. Not in the least. But the act of being opened, penetrated so deeply, after just having a belt smacked viciously and violently against her pussy, was a dichotomy her mind wasn’t quite prepared to accept. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she felt her body swirl and spin. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum. She had to cum. And yet… it was as if this moment wasn’t the right one.
His hands moved down her legs and up to her breasts, kneading and squeezing the soft mounds, his fingertips flicking and rubbing at the distended tips. The little schoolgirl’s mewls of pleasure incited Mason and he felt his cock thickening, pulsing as he thrust himself within her. His fingers tightened on her nipples, pinching the delicate points until she cried out, back arching. Inside himself he felt the pressure rise to the bursting point. He struggled to hold back though, and he let go of one breast to grope for the belt again. Finding it, he grasped the end once more, leaned over her body, his sword buried to the hilt in her depths and he flicked the flexible leather strap down against her nipple.
It wasn’t enough for the little schoolgirl and her eyes found his as she brought her hands up to her bosom. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them, plumping them and raising the tips up for Mason’s belt. He obliged her, watching as flickers of pain flashed across her visage. He slapped the end of his belt down on one breast, then the other, each stroke accompanied by the brutal and overwhelming thrust of his cock through her sex. Her eyes suddenly went unfocused and she clenched her teeth.
“MORE! HARDER! RIGHT ON THE NIPPLE!” She begged roughly.
Mason obliged, a fast flurry of strokes slashing down, spanking the points of her breasts as he switched back and forth between them. Her jaw clenched and she tightened around him, thrashing on the desk as he continued to spank her bosom, until her legs dropped and suddenly surrounded him, ankles crossing behind his ass.
“YES! OH YES! I’M GOING TO…”
“Don’t…” Mason gasped, himself on the edge. “Don’t cum! Cumming… during punishment… earns you… another… punishment.”
“OH MY GOD! I’M CUMMING!” She cried out, her entire body trembling. Mason felt her tighten around his shaft, the fluctuations in the muscular walls of her sex massaging his member beyond tolerability. He jammed himself hard against her groin, fitting his probe into her socket. Her hands had moved, her own fingers now pinching and twisting her nipples as her back arched.
The plaintive need in her voice, the vision of her before him, the sweet wetness of her sex, was too much for him and he groaned, ribbons spooling from his distended member, filling her womb. His cock pulsed, throbbing as it extruded the creamy white lines of fluid. She quivered in the throes of her own ecstasy, her face looking for all the world as if she were in agony. But Mason knew that what she was feeling was the same as his own climax. He found himself pumping into her accepting and perfect form, his fluids mingling with hers. He pressed deep and held himself in place, until his breathing slowed and he felt himself beginning to soften. Beneath him she shuddered, twitching as her own burst of adrenaline faded, replaced with the quiet euphoria of utter satisfaction. He drew his cock out of her cunt, the skin wet and sticky and he fell back into his chair with a shuddering sigh. She lay on the desk limply, arms and legs splayed out, her sauced slit dripping jism, and he stared at the well used pink slit with a smug look.
It was several minutes before she sat up, lifting herself from the wooden desktop with a smug and self satisfied look on her face. Her chest barely held the marks of his belt and she gave him a knowing grin. She scooted to the edge of the desk and then stepped down, scooping up her blouse and skirt in the process.
“That was amazing,” Mason said simply, admiring her curves as she slipped back into the uniform blouse and buttoned it, but not all the way. She left most of her tits showing. The little schoolgirl smiled, eyes twinkling.
“It was,” she agreed simply. She picked up her skirt and began stepping into it.
“You know you aren’t supposed to cum,” he said, giving her a knowing look, eyebrows going up and down.
She let out the most adorable laugh, light and airy and girlish. “Are you going to punish me?”
Mason sat back in the chair with a sigh and shook his head. “I should,” he replied. “But I’m not sure I’ve got it in me to do it properly.” He grinned. “You drained me quite completely. Maybe tomorrow.”
The little schoolgirl pouted. “Ohhhh,” she frowned. She moved up to him, her fingers reaching down to his still exposed, yet very soft manhood. “Are you sure?” She asked, touching his cock, picking it up and then gently squeezing it. “Because I’m absolutely sure I could get you back in the right mindset to punish me.”
Mason closed his eyes, but then shook his head, gently taking hold of her wrist. “No my dear, I’m in my fifties and not the man I was.”
“Not now,” he said patiently.
She looked up at him, her dark brown eyes focused and huge. Then she nodded. She pushed herself up using his knees and then finished buttoning her blouse. She looked around, found her panties, and picked them up.
“Now, about my grade?” She asked, straightening the material so she could put the cute little pair of panties back on. Mason laughed.
“Your grade?” He asked, then shook his head. “Tomorrow there will be a random panty check of several of the girls in my class. If you happen to be one of them, and you’ve made the appropriate choice about following the school rule about wearing undergarments, then maybe…” he raised a finger, grinning. “Maybe I might consider raising your grade.”
She stood there, her panties in hand. “Another panty check?” She asked carefully, her own white and blue striped panties in her hand.
He nodded.
“In front of all the students,” she queried. “And with public stimulation and punishment too I suppose?”
Mason shrugged. “That would be expected under those circumstances,” he agreed.
The little schoolgirl smiled, her hands dropping and she gave him a little wink. “Well then,” she said, pinching one bit of material and holding her panties out over Mason’s desk. “I guess I won’t be needing these then, will I?” And she let the panties fall, landing on the stack of ungraded papers. Then she leaned over, kissed Mason on the cheek, and turned tail heading toward the door.
“See you tomorrow, Mr. Mason!”
