All characters depicted are assumed to be over the age of majority.
The other parts of the story can be found here.
Cora walked into Mr Brisbane’s classroom at exactly 4PM. The room was eerily quiet with its rows of empty desks, and she felt herself blush as she presented herself at his desk.
Her teacher looked up at her. “Ms Alexander, thank you for being on time this afternoon.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“It’s good to know that you have at least some respect for other people’s time.”
Her blush deepened. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, then turned in his chair so he was facing her. “On your knees, Ms Alexander.”
Cora knelt in front of him. She crossed her hands behind her back, as she had been taught in class, and pushed her chest out.
A ghost of a smile whispered across her teacher’s face. He leaned back in his chair and spread his legs. “I don’t see you like this very often, do I, Ms Alexander?”
He noted that her posture was perfect, eyes downcast. A perfect specimen of the School, who would make the perfect fucktoy for her owner, someday.
Someday.
Eventually, most did graduate. With the families that they came from, the girls were groomed to be the ideal wives. That is, an elegant woman in public and a filthy whore in the bedroom. Of course, that’s not exactly the words that the school literature used, but it was understood. Everyone knew what they were getting into here.
He thought back on his favorite pupils, those in which he had taken a special interest. Every teacher in the School was allowed one pet, and it had been much too long since he had taken one for himself.
Yes, Cora Alexander might just fill that vacancy.
But there was no need to tell her quite yet; after all, he did have a punishment to mete out.
She was damn near perfect, and it was hard for him to find a flaw in her presentation. Still, he was never one to let a little truth spoil his fun.
“You’re slouching. Push your chest out.”
Immediately she arched her back further, pushing her tits out further. The view was demeaning and obscene, and he knew it.
Her blush spread down her neck and under her white blouse.
His balls ached. This might have to be a fast punishment. “Tell me why you’re being punished today, Ms Alexander.”
“I wasn’t paying attention during your lesson today, Sir.” Her eyes remained downcast, just as she had been taught.
“You certainly were not. You wasted your class time, and that of your fellow students.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll pay attention from now on.”
He stood up. “I’m sure you will. Now, stand up and assume the position.”
She pushed herself up in one graceful curve and bent over his desk, without hesitation.
Good girl, he thought.
Mr Brisbane walked behind her, looking at her narrow, boyish hips, and what it might feel like to sink his cock into that wet little hole that he knew was hiding between them. He was sure that she’d be deliciously tight. With that thought, he licked his lips. All in good time.
All in good time.
He flipped her skirt up, and inched her panties down her legs, until they rested about halfway down. “Spread your legs.” When she had worked them apart as far as her panties would allow, he slipped one finger between her glossy lips.
Cora arched her back and moaned; even that one small touch left her eager for more.
Of course, all the students were required to edge at least thrice a day, with severe repercussions for those who accidentally went over.
Mr Brisbane smiled, remembering. “Careful, Ms Alexander. Wouldn’t want to make another appearance at the school assembly, would we?” He continued fingering her.
She panted. “No, please, no, Sir. Please, no…”
“What was your punishment, again, or orgasming without permission? As I recall, you were paired with Ms Cobram, were you not?”
“Y-y-yes, Sir… I got twenty cane strokes, Sir…”
“Twenty.” He noted how much wetter she was getting. “At the school assembly.”
She squirmed, and a drop of moisture rolled down the side of his hand. “Yesss, Sir.”
“And did you enjoy being exposed and punished for your lack of self control, Ms Alexander?’
Cora sucked in a breath. “No, Sir,” she whispered. “No… it was… oh god, it was humiliating…”
“Tsk. From your response today, I’d say you definitely enjoyed it.” He smiled. They were so easy to manipulate when they were on the edge of orgasm. He could feel her clenching on his finger.
“No, Sir… I didn’t!”
He added a second finger, pleased at the needy groan it elicited. “Lying to School faculty comes with its own punishment, Ms Alexander. I’m sure you know that.”
“P-p-please… please Sir… I’m so close… I’m not lying, I promise…”
“You’re not wet, thinking about being stripped bare in front of the whole school, and caned?” His fingers sloshed in and out of her.
“No… please…”
He withdrew his fingers just as she was about to crest. She slumped against his desk, panting. Moisture dripped down her legs.
Mr Brisbane retrieved his cane from the hook on the wall. He lined it up and snapped it against her unprotected ass cheeks.
Cora arched her feet, highlighting the muscles in her trim legs, but made no sound.
“Repeat after each stroke: ‘I will pay attention in class and be grateful for the lessons I am being taught.’” He brought down the cane again, hard.
She yelped. “I will pay attention in class and be grateful for the lessons I am being taught.”
He worked up to full force by the fourth stroke. Cora was in tears, her hands in fists and her knuckles white. At ten, the welts were immediate and angry red, and the words that tumbled out of her mouth were punctuated with sobs.
He replaced the cane on the wall, savoring the image of this obedient girl, bent over his desk, with fresh welts cutting across her skin.
She was going to have some trouble sitting tomorrow.
He sat down again in his chair. “Come here, Cora. On your knees. You know what to do.” He unzipped his trousers and found his cock. It was painfully erect.
She crawled, crying, between his legs and pushed him between her pink lips.