Teacher’s Pet

Dear Mrs. Lawson. Please come to a discipline agreement exchange today at 7pm. Room 304. Regards, Miss Payton.
I roll my eyes at the text. I wish “discipline” meant some BDSM fun. I would certainly allow myself to be disciplined by the lovely Miss Payton, with her tight ass and plump breasts. I would let her spank my ass red and pinch my nipples raw. The mere thought of her mouth makes me dream of how good it would feel buried between my legs, making me squirt. But alas, that is not the case. This text is just one of the many I get through the year; the price paid for sending my kid to a private school that forces parents to be way too involved. For every little incident, I must attend a parent-teacher conference to talk about the spoiled brats involved. The one thing that has kept me sane during this term is that Miss Payton is a goddess. Since the incidents are never serious, I spend my time during those meetings looking at her red lips and imagining the taste of her tongue.
I arrive a few minutes early, eager as I am for my encounter. The short wait is enough to get me all hot and bothered, and when Miss Payton calls me in, I can feel a small chill as I leave a pool of wetness on the chair where I’ve been sitting. The goddess holds the door for me, and I am afraid my skirt may have a visible wet patch. I turn over my shoulder and see her check out my ass and smile. She closes the door, leaning on it.
“Mrs. Lawson. Thank you for coming.”
“Is everything alright? Has something serious happened?”
“No more serious than usual. Regardless, you know the rules. We must meet and decide on disciplinary action.”
“I do love discipline,” I say, not taking a seat.
“Do you?” she asks, sauntering toward me. Her severe hair bun and glasses make my breath grow ragged. She stands closer than she should.
“Yes, ma’am,” I answer in a whisper.
“Then perhaps we can make a deal? Would you be willing to take the punishment yourself? Solve it all right here, right now?” she says, undoing her hair bun.
My heart beats fast, and I think my panties are about to dissolve, I am so wet.
“Yes, Miss Payton.”
“Good girl,” she says, grabbing the back of my hair and kissing me full on the mouth. When she pulls back, I’m panting, already in an animal state. The teacher smirks, walking to her desk and grabbing a thin wooden ruler. I gasp. “Let’s start with some mild pain. Where do you like it, my darling?” she asks, brushing the ruler over my cheek, mouth, down my neck.
I do not answer with words. Instead, I undo the buttons of my blouse. The naughty teacher slips it off my shoulders, then slides the ruler over the lace of my bra. I shake like a leaf, my nipples pebbling underneath the fabric. Suddenly she snaps the ruler over one hardened nub. I moan; this strike gives more pleasure than pain.
“How’s that, my darling?” she asks.
“Good, ma’am,” I reply.
She snaps twice more, once on each nipple. I bite my lips to withhold a groan.
“There’s no one in the building, beautiful. I made sure of it,” she encourages while dropping two more hits. This time I scream, letting my pleasure ring free. “I think you are ready for more,” my mistress coos.
She unhooks the bra and slips it off, then uses it to tie my hands behind me.
“Ready, pet?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I can barely speak now.
She snaps the ruler over and over, one tit, then the other, over and over again, making my eyes tear up and my pussy drench. She stops to caress and kiss the reddened nipples, giving them loving licks and soft sucks. My mind is lost; I’m nothing but a rag doll that she may use as she pleases. The teacher bends me over the desk, removing the rest of my clothes. When my panties fall, I can feel the stream of wetness that drips to my knees.
“Such a good girl,” she says in my ear, one hand exploring between my thighs, up to the source of the mess. Her fingers are soft but decided, two of them sliding inside my cunt with dexterous moves. My hips quiver while my pussy rejoices in the feeling. The mistress rewards me with a few snaps of the ruler on my ass; then I hear the wooden stick fall on the floor, that hand now exploring to find my clit. There are three fingers inside me, and my hips’ fast rolling gives her an idea of the rhythm that I need, desperate for release. Her hands work me up in perfect tandem until wave after wave of orgasmic bliss fills every inch of my body.
I collapse over the desk while Miss Payton unties me.
“Upon the desk,” she commands. “Time to pay back your mistress.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say obediently, climbing up with her help and lying on my back the way she tells me to. She removes her panties and climbs on top of me, her glistening pussy right on my face. “Come on, baby girl. Show me what you got.”
I grab onto her thighs and dive in hard, eating her up like a hungry she-wolf. She opens her blouse, pinching her nipples hard with one hand and beating her clit with the other while my tongue reaches as deep as it can, my face soaked in her delectable libations. I use all of my face to satisfy her, and the goddess lets go, squirting all over me.
She lies down next to me on the desk, and I turn to look at her.
“I am still in need of more discipline, Miss Payton.”
She laughs.
“Then you should come back over and over again, you naughty, naughty girl.”

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