Hot For Teacher

Lindsay’s pussy dripped with anticipation as she waited in the hallway. Her damn panties would soak through before she entered his room. She finished counting to twenty and straightened her shoulders. Her heels clicked down the empty hallway.

She shivered as she crossed the threshold into the room. Nick stood behind his desk, somehow sexier. The sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, the top button undone, his hair mussed from running his fingers through.

“Close the door, please.”

Lindsay pulled it closed with a soft click.

“It’s warm in here,” She took off her jacket.

“Have a seat Miss Miller. Welcome to your private tutor session.”

She slid into a desk and crossed her bare legs, enjoying the slide of her smooth skin. She leaned on one hand and smiled at her teacher.

“I’m ready for my tutor session, Mr. Johnson,” She giggled.

She couldn’t help herself even if she’d receive double punishment for it.

Nick plopped a notebook and pen in front of her. He was right into his role, “I see you didn’t prepare. You must take notes.”

At the front of the room, he picked up a book off this desk. “We were discussing poetry.” Erotic poetry, more specifically.

He read several poems aloud, Emily Dickinson, Sappho, Edna St. Vincent Millay. While he seduced her with words, Lindsay pressed a hand between her legs and ran her fingers over her covered slit.

He stopped talking, and walked in front of her and smacked his hand on her desk. She didn’t stop moving her fingers.

“Miss Miller are you paying attention?”

She shook her head, “Not really.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

She put a finger in her mouth and nodded.

“Stand up, Miss Miller,” Nick growled.

Lindsay dropped her hands from her body and stood, not the least bit contrite.

“Do you know how to behave in class?”

She shook her head and played with the button of her blouse, buttoned enough to show her adult ample cleavage. Nick tracked her fingers with his eyes for a moment. “I’m sorry Sir.”

“Go to my desk and put your hands on top.”

Lindsay stood in front of his desk and put her palms flat on the top.

“Bend over,” he instructed from close behind her.

She leaned forward so her ass was out. He lifted her skirt and caressed her ass.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “You can listen when you want.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Maybe a spanking will teach you to pay attention.”

She doubted it, but pressed her lips together to keep from saying it or laughing.

Nick smacked her ass with his hand. She yelped. He brought his hand down again. She closed her eyes and let the sting spread through her body. He smacked her again and again, driving the pain deeper and wider.

She moaned and yelped. He stroked her ass, then traced his fingers along the edge of her panties. “Is this regulation underwear?”

“Regulation?”

“Yes. Didn’t you read the handbook?”

She shook her head.

“Take them off, Miss Miller.”

Lindsay raised her body and pulled the underwear down her legs. After she stepped out of them, she deposited them on his desktop.

“Since you won’t pay attention in class or in private, you will fail English.”

She tossed her hair with a smirk. “Isn’t there anything I can do? Special assignments? Extra credit work?” She dropped her head and looked at Nick through her eyelashes. “I can’t fail this class. I won’t get into college.”

He stepped closer to her. “Maybe we can find something. Unbutton your blouse the rest of the way.”

“Mr. Johnson.” She made her voice breathy. She pulled a strand of hair through her fingers and tilted her head. “That’s naughty.”

“Do you want to pass this class, Miss Miller?”

She nodded and sucked her lower lip between her teeth. He gave her a hard glare. Lindsay unbuttoned her blouse, hypnotized by his eyes. She ran her fingers along her stomach once she bared her skin.

Nick moved closer and parted her shirt wider. He cupped her breasts and brushed his thumbs over her nipples. They hardened under the black lace that contained her. “This bra does not conform to the school regulations.”

She looked at him through her lashes. “I told you I didn’t read the rule book.”

“You did. That will require extra punishment.” He removed her blouse and unsnapped her bra.

“Yes Sir.”

“You seem eager for it. Do you like being punished Miss Miller?” He removed her bra and tossed it on a desk.

“Yes Sir.”

“Clasp your hands behind your back. You can give an oral essay.”

Lindsay pulled her hands behind her back. “I’m much better at other oral activities.”

Nick failed to hide that smile but quickly returned to his stern look. “How does it affect you? Use proper English in your reply.” He ran his fingers around her nipples. The tightened under his teasing caresses, thrusting out to him for more.

She smirked at him. “It makes me wet, Sir.”

He rolled her erect nipples between his thumb and finger. Lindsay’s eyes slid shut and she groaned. He clamped his fingers down and her eyes flew open. “Eyes on me Miss Miller. I know you have issues paying attention. I thought a private session would help. It seems you only listen to pain.”

“Pleasure works, Mr. Johnson.”

“That made you close your eyes.” He twisted the sensitive nubs until she cried out again. “Pain makes you wet. Are you a slut?”

She nodded.

Nick grinned and released her nipples from his grasp and she rubbed them. Behind his desk, he rummaged in his jacket pocket. He came back with her jeweled nipple clamps.

“Since pain helps you pay attention, let’s keep that on the forefront.” He clipped them on her nipples and she groaned in appreciation.

“Ten more with a ruler for each clothing violation should suffice.”

She winced. That would sting. She couldn’t wait. “Take off your skirt, since it’s probably too short.”

“Is it ten slaps for that too?”

“No. Just ten for the bra and panties. We’ll discuss your skirt choices another day.”

She took off her skirt, leaving her naked in the classroom, in front of her English teacher.

“Hands on the desk, my little slut.”

Lindsay put her hands on the desk and bent over. He picked up a ruler from the pen holder that said, “World’s Greatest Teacher” with a little apple and chalkboard painted on it. He walked behind her and his hands caressed her ass. They lingered on her, and she knew he wanted to see how wet she was. She was so warm and wet that her thighs stuck together.

He smacked her with the ruler, counting each slap out loud. After five, he stopped, “Why am I doing the work? You count your punishment.”

“English teachers can’t do math?” she asked. She clamped her mouth shut as soon as it escaped.

“Five more for a smart mouth. After we’ll see if we can clean it up.”

“Twenty left now. Count or I go until you say twenty.”

She nodded and Nick smacked her ass again. She contorted her face in pain and said “One.” The blows were steady and stinging. Would he mark her ass tonight? Would she be able to sit later?

“Twenty,” she said in a shaky voice, when he finished.

He caressed her. “How does it feel?”

“It stings,” she said.

“Good. Face me.”

“How will we clean your mouth up? Maybe if there’s something in it, you won’t be able to make smart remarks.” He unbuckled his belt and the sound made Lindsay’s knees weak.

Nick let his pants pool at his feet. “On your knees. Let’s see those oral skills.”

She sank to the floor. The cold tile floor was almost a relief against her hot skin. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth and sucked it. She looked at him, hiding her smile. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. “Suck me properly or you will be sorry, little girl.”

Lindsay almost wanted to know how sorry she’d be. For the game, she took him into her mouth, her hand wrapped around the base while she bobbed her head up and down his length.

“Not bad,” he said. “I think you can do better. Take me deeper into your mouth.”

She moved deeper, still using her hand on him. He kept his hand in her hair and she thought he would hold her and fuck her mouth.

Nick used it to stop her. She glared up at him. “Put your hands behind your back again. I want the full use of your mouth.”

She clasped her hands behind her back. She kept her eyes on him as she moved down his length until she hit her limit, she took a deep breath and went further. “That’s my girl, all the way.” He held her hair with his hands and fucked her mouth.

He stopped. “I so want to fill your mouth with my come, but I want to fill your pussy and I may not have the strength for both.” He pulled back until his cock sprang free of her body. “A plus for oral skills.”

“Do I pass?”

“Adding that a plus to your average brings you up to a C. Is that sufficient for college? Perhaps you can wow the recruiter at the college with your skills.”

Lindsay shook her head. “I need an A to make it to my top choice, Sir.”

“Then we’ll do more probing.” He tugged on the chains attached to her clamps. “Agreed? I’m sure you have other assets.”

“I do Sir.”

“Stand up and show me. Show me how you will earn an A in my class.” Nick raised his eyebrows as he issued the challenge.

She raised herself and scanned the room. “Can I use your chair?”

“I don’t know. Can you?” He twisted a clamp.

She screeched. “Ow. May I use your chair?”

He held her in the twist. She wanted to slap his hands away. “What form of your are you using?” Nick grinned at her.

“Y-O-U-R.”

He released her. “You may use my chair.”

Lindsay turned her back to him and smiled. When she was in the chair, she tried to look innocently at him. She put her feet on the seat and spread her legs wide. She put her hands on her knees and slid them down toward her goal. Her eyes focused on him as she massaged her inner thighs.

“You’re a teasing little slut.” He leaned his elbows on the desk for a better view.

She used her fingers to spread her cunt lips and wet her fingertips on the juicy desire that flowed from her under his control. Lindsay rubbed her finger into her clit. Her head lolled and her eyes closed. She was so fucking aroused.

Her breathing picked up as she got closer to orgasm. Nick’s fingers wrapped around her wrist and pulled her away. “You need permission before you may come in my classroom, Lindsey.”

She shivered, loving her name echoing through the timber of his voice. Fuck, she needed to come. Her clit was throbbing, her ass, her nipples.

“May I come please, Sir?”

“No, you may not. I’ve seen enough to give you a grade for your finger skills.”

“So?”

“A minus. That brings your average up to a B. Good enough.”

Lindsay pouted. “No, I need an A.”

He pushed items on the desk back. “Come sit on the desk here.” While she moved around the desk, Nick took off his pants, but he pulled his underwear back up.

She sat on the desk. He pushed her knees apart with his hands and lowered himself to the floor in front of her. She gripped the edge of the desk as his hot breath fanned over her skin.

Nick’s tongue parted her folds, he wiggled against her opening, lapping up the fresh flood of desire. Then he flicked against her clit and the warm glow enveloped her. Yes, this is what she wanted. He licked and sucked and nipped until Lindsay was grinding against him. He thrust two fingers inside her and curled them against her inner walls as he tongued her clit harder.

“Come you little slut,” he said, on a pause, then pressed his face back in.

It wasn’t on his command, it took a few heartbeats more, before the waves overtook her. The pleasure pulsated through her body and her hips bucked. He stood and held her while she came.

She rested her head on his shoulder.

“I wish I’d brought lube. I’d love to finish with your ass. Another time. Tonight, I’ll bend you over a desk.” He pushed one desk against the wall and pressed her face down on it. Her breast mashed into the cold veneer top.

He held her there by her neck for a moment until he knew she would stay. There was a pause while he removed his underwear, then he adjusted their bodies until they were joined.

Nick wasn’t gentle as he fucked her. He wound a hand around her waist and dragged his fingers over her clit. It was an instant reaction as she came again, he pinched the nub and the end of it never came. He slammed into her double, triple the pace. The desk rattled under Lindsay and her nerve ends became raw from sensations. She couldn’t take anymore and he let go.

He released inside her. He lifted his head from her shoulder when his breathing returned to talking speed.

“A plus. Fuck me.”

“I did.”

He pulled away from her. She waited while he picked up her clothing. He handed her the skirt and her coat.

“Can I have the rest?” she asked.

Nick went behind his desk and stuffed her bra and panties in his pocket. He contemplated the shirt. “I am keeping these so you’ll see me next week so I can retest you before I give you your final grade.”

“What about my shirt?”

“All right. Your shirt, no bra, no panties. We will have a drink with your brother and they might think it’s weird if you don’t remove your coat.”

“They might?” They might smell the sex on her the moment she walked into the bar. Or hear her sticky thighs.

“I’m surprised either of us can walk after that. Fuck, I might have to request a room change. I’ll never look at that chair without seeing you in it. I won’t look at my desk without seeing you bent over it, your red ass waving at me.”

“You lost the poetry.”

“It was fucking poetry,” he said. “You are poetry.” He grabbed her for a kiss “Come on, sugar.”

“I wish I had something to wipe myself up,” she said.

“I like you smelling like sex. No one will comment on it even if they smell you. Think of it as my territory being marked.”

“That seems unnecessary.”

“Entirely,” he said. “But you are mine, sugar. For the rest of this weekend you are mine.”

Lindsay is a newly single mom forced to return to her hometown, but it's only temporary. She'll keep to herself to avoid being the subject of gossip. Again.

Nick was orphaned as a teenager and loved Carburg the moment he started teaching English at the local high school. And the town has adopted him as their own.

Lindsay was one of Nick's first students ten years ago, long past teenage crushes on sexy teachers. Besides, she won't be in town long and sex is more trouble than it's worth.

Nick recognizes the passion lurking under Lindsay's cool demeanor. But is he enough to help her let go of her past and embrace her future?

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