Teacher’s Punishment Pt. 01.5 – BDSM – Free Sex Story

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(This is mostly a story interlude between parts 01 and 02. I Wish I could have made it more clear in the title but couldn’t due to character limit. It does contain some juicy stuff but isn’t a full on erotic story by my standards. So depending on what your reading’s goal is it might not be for you and I wanted to let you know that up front. Reading this won’t be necessary for enjoying part 02.)

*Thursday, six days after her first ‘punishment’.*

Not much time had passed since that night in his office, but a lot had changed for her in that short while. She had been thinking a lot over the weekend and thought she had come to some conclusions and realisations.

First off she was lucky she hadn’t been busted and on track towards being expelled, the standard consequence of the kind of organised cheating she had been doing, and was very happy that was the case.

That said, and secondly, she was now under her teacher‘s thumb, at his mercy, a toy for him to ‘punish’ and enjoy as he saw fit. She had quite mixed feelings about this.

On one hand she had an instinctual aversion to being so fully in someone’s control, especially when she didn’t know how far he could and would push it.

On the other hand, god she had enjoyed how he had ‘punished’ her.

Something had awakened inside her, she couldn’t quite define exactly what it was yet, but she knew she was going to have to explore it, and would Love doing so.

Sitting in his class now, after that night, was a whole new experience compared to before. The previous schoolgirl crush, half repressed, was now replaced with not just thinking, but knowing firsthand, that he was sexy as hell.

That hair, that demeanour, that attire, knowing of the beast he had within all combined into a potently arousing image. In a way she pitied, and felt superior to, the other girls in class she could see were moonstruck by him like how she had been before. They had no idea how off they were with their imaginations and how much better the reality was.

Then again maybe some of them knew and he was doing what he did to her to other girls as well? She hadn’t really considered this before, but quickly found she didn’t really care as long as it didn’t affect the servings of him she herself would get.

The class was almost over and she pondered how she should act when it did end.

Part of her wanted to linger around afterwards and try to get to him when he was alone. Maybe he would take her up to his office and have his way with her again, or maybe he could even lock the door to the classroom and take her right in here?

She was wearing a skirt today, the thought of him bending her over, pushing her panties to the side and entering her had popped up and had been the deciding factor when she had been picking out her outfit this morning.

It took every bit of self control she possessed not to start touching herself, then and there, in the classroom at this thought. She wasn’t used to feeling like this and having these kinds of strong emotions, she had been rather restrained and conventional regarding these matters before, but something really had clicked and awakened in her.

Time was up, class had ended, and she started packing up her things.

She had decided to try and stick around a bit, to see what he might do, but found there were multiple other students with their questions or wanting his attention that were sticking around as well. Disappointed and knowing she wouldn’t get to him alone she left rather than committing to sticking around, managing to catch up with some classmates on their way to lunch.

They were amongst the ones she had been supposed to go out with on Friday night last week, the night when she had ended up in his office and so thoroughly taken by him instead. Most of the conversation was about what they had been doing that night, discussing it amongst themselves and catching her up on the events.

They periodically offered her their sympathies for having missed it, she had told them he had summoned her to his office to offer her an extra credit assignment assisting with some academic paper which she had taken.

Little did they know they were the ones who should be pitied, not her.

They had gone out to a club, to be chased by boys, and were now gossiping over who had done what and discussing the meaning of every little look and word.

There was a lot of complaining over the difficulty of getting the attention of the ‘good ones’ and complaining about the losers, blissfully ignorant that they were all losers in comparison to the man, not boy, who had fucked her good and rough like the dirty little girl she now knew she was.

Lunch thankfully came to an end, she didn’t know how much more of it she could have taken before she would have started to lecture them on how they were missing out and were wasting their time with those boys, and they left for their next class.

To her great surprise she bumped into her teacher on her way there, seemingly accidentally, in a stairwell.

“Miss, lucky I ran into you, I need a moment of your time.” he said, looking over friends and continuing “Probably best if you ladies go ahead and get to class so you don’t end up late.” clearly dismissing them.

After a moment of hesitation they left, giving her a mix of sympathetic and envious looks behind his back, leaving her alone in his company.

“How can I help you, sir?” she said to him, feeling a mixture of elation and nervousness about being left alone with him again, even if just in a public place like this.

He motioned her to the back of the stairwell by a railing facing a tall window. On the floors above the view through the windows were out over a park area, but down here on the ground floor the view was almost entirely obstructed by large bushes near the building’s base.

He got up next to her, his proximity setting off a cascade of butterflies in her stomach, and with their backs to the window opened a folder he had been holding in his hand, seemingly for her to look at.

She started reading the revealed page in the folder, hand written notes of his it seemed, occasionally sneaking a sideways peek at him to try to gauge what he was up to. Behind their backs, where her eyes didn’t see, he moved his Free hand over and settled it on the outside of the skirt against her butt.

He gave it a casual grope and commented in a low voice “How considerate of the little lady to choose clothes that gives me easy access to her…”, his fingers crawling under her skirt and forward along her panties as he spoke.

“I had half a mind to keep you around after class when I saw you wearing this little thing. Bend you over the desk and start another session of your punishment…” he continued, his fingers now rubbing against her Pussy through her panties.

She forced herself to be still and quiet, wanting nothing more than to melt up against his body, grind against him as he rubbed her and not stifle the moans that wanted out of her.

The worry about the location and being seen eventually coaxed her into asking him “Sir, are you sure about doing this here? What if we are seen?”.

He calmly leaned over to her ear, she could feel his Hot breath against her neck as he did, and whispered to her “Don’t worry, little girl.”.

As if to tease her on this he slid one of his fingers rubbing against her Pussy around her panties and inside, causing a not so sneaky yelp of surprise from her. Emboldened, his other fingers pushed the panties aside and went back to work now against bare skin, rubbing and teasing the outside.

Still near her ear he whispered “Mm, yes, such a dirty little Pussy getting wet so fast for me. She is liking this, isn’t she?”, eliciting a subconsciously panted out “Yes…” from her.

He kept at it, fingering and rubbing her Pussy as he pretended to show her something in his folder.

She mostly didn’t bother too much pretending to read, with the exception of when two girls came into view walking down the stairs. Pulling herself together for a while as they passed she did her best impression of reading something without anything else going on.

She thought that he would surely pause, or at least slow down, as the girls passed, but he didn’t. The girls didn’t seem to realise what was going on, or at least they didn’t show it if they did, and though she felt a lot of shame and nervousness at the situation that somehow just made it better.

With enough time, she realised, she could and would cum like this. This didn’t seem his intent though, apparently more of a tease, as he eventually switched from his sporadic and low dirty talking to a more direct command.

“Write down your phone number for me on the paper. We can’t have the time and place of your… punishments… purely dictated by random chance now, can we?” he told her.

She had no intention of disobeying, not sure if she even could have with his fingers in and on her causing so much pleasure.

Writing it down was an awkward affair though. Fumbling through her bag for a pen and eventually putting pen to paper whilst a skilled man rubbed her clit with no intention of stopping or slowing down made her have to start over twice.

Finally, after much longer than would normally be reasonable, she got an ugly looking but correct number written down.

An additional minute or two of this, maybe even less, and she would cum right here, in the stairwell, right in public.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted that, even though she had to admit to herself that what they were currently doing was fun, but didn’t have to come to any decisions as he pulled out his finger a few moments after the number was written down.

After some closing rubs, a pair of quick pats on her still exposed Pussy and a teasing retreat with his fingers up her butt she was left with the tingling sensation of his treatment sending its final sparks along her spine.

He closed the folder and gave her a wicked smile having clearly enjoyed himself as well, she further confirmed this when she snuck a glance down at his pants and saw the hint of a bulge at the front.

For a moment she considered reaching out and rubbing against the outside of his pants, against his dick. For certain she wanted to, telling herself it would only be fair to return the favour, but held back given the location.

On top of the location being inappropriate she realised the time was as well, her next class started in just one minute.

“Sir, if you don’t mind or need something else, I really should be making my way to class now?” she said, not wanting to unnecessarily antagonise that class’ teacher with her late arrival.

He looked at his watch, nodding and saying “Yes, be a good girl and get to class on time.”, and took a quick look around before he gave her a firm spank on her butt in the direction down the stairs towards her classroom.

As she started walking down the stairs he said behind her “Looking forward to our next… session… Miss. Will be quite a… load… for you that time.”.

She turned around to look at him but he merely gave her a wink and went off in the other direction, up the stairs. A shiver went down her body.

Yes, she was also looking forward to the next session and to the load, she assumed his, quite happy she had gotten on the pill so could unburdendly enjoy it this time…

(Hi there, hopefully you enjoyed the story somewhat as you came this far. If you have a moment, I’d Love some feedback on what you thought was good or bad.)

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