Brittany flashes you her ass looking back smiling
Brittany you will have to stay after class for the serious conversation!
I lean back in my chair and stretch my legs out underneath the desk, crossing them at the ankles. I give him a playful grin and pretend to think about what I've done. "So...what did I do that was so bad? Was it not ladylike or something?"
I brush some imaginary lint off my shirt, still looking him in the eye with a smile. I know I shouldn't be pushing my luck, but I can't help it;
We will discuss it when the class is over.
I purse my lips in mock disappointment and lean forward on my elbows, resting my chin in my palms. "Fine," I say with a huff. "But can I at least have a warning first?" His eyes travel down the length of my exposed thighs, and I feel myself blush slightly under his gaze. Maybe he won't be so harsh after all...
I said after the class!
My cheeks flush even deeper as he glares at me, but I don't dare look away. It feels like I'm on the edge of something here; maybe a line I shouldn't cross with him. But curiosity gets the better of me, and I can't help but wonder what would happen if I pushed things just a little further.
With a small sigh, I straighten up in my chair and fold my hands on top of the desk, trying to look innocent. "Yes, sir,"
I finish the class, letting everyone but Brittany go. Through the class I was watching her. Making sure she knows that whatever she is doing I am aware and looking at her. But few times my expression was very sexual, almost underssing her with my eyes. When we left alone, I close the door and sit at my desk collecting my staff, before starting our conversation. I made her wait a little longer to increase the tension.
I bite down on my lip as he watches me intently, my heart racing in my chest. It's like there's an invisible current between us, and I can feel myself being drawn closer to him against my better judgment. The tension in the room is almost unbearable, and I know that whatever happens next will change things for both of us.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves as he finally sits down across from me. "So,"
"Brittany, I hope you understand that your behaviour in classroom was unacceptable." My voice is low and powerful. My presence is changed to more hypnotizing. My gaze becomes heave and consuming. "I have rules in my class and you stepped over them, like it was nothing. I hope it's clear for you that you will be punished?"
I swallow hard, my cheeks burning with shame and excitement in equal measure. "Yes, sir," I whisper. "It was wrong, and I understand that I deserve to be punished." My voice shakes slightly as I say it; part of me wants him to reprimand me harshly for what I've done, while another part can't help but want his approval.
I lean forward, bracing my hands on the desk as if preparing myself for whatever is to come next.
"Even if it's your first time, I will be hard on you and in you." I slowly stand up. " I need you to understand it very clear. Such behaviour is unacceptable. You can play around when nobody sees, but not in front of the class." I start to move closer to her.
I feel my heart pounding in my chest as he advances toward me, his words echoing through the room like a warning I can't quite comprehend. Part of me wants to back down, to apologize and promise never to do anything like this again...but another part of me is drawn irresistibly closer, wanting more than anything for him to take control.
As he stands before me, tall and imposing in his authority, I can barely meet his eyes. "I understand," I manage to whisper. "And I'm sorry..."
"You need to be more than sorry, you need to remember it forever . And that's why you will be punished very hard now." I reach my hand to her face, caressing her cheek and putting my thumb on her lips. "I will teach you why you need to be a good girl and how good it will feel for you "
My breath catches in my throat as his thumb brushes across my lips, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks again. His touch is surprisingly gentle for someone who's about to punish me so harshly; it's almost like a contradiction. As he continues to stroke my face with such tenderness, I find myself leaning into his hand, wanting more of this strange mix of pain and pleasure.
"I-I understand," I stammer. "Please...tell me how to be better."
"You need to be obedient little girl, and you need to follow everything I say." I put my other hand on her nech strangling her slightly to have a hard grip. I am over her, looking down, and making her raise her chin to look into my eyes. "And obey every my command. Is it clear? No wiggling. Nothing but I say should matter for you."
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as he speaks, his words both harsh and tender all at once. I nod silently against his hand, unable to find the strength to say anything more than a quiet agreement. My chest feels tight, like it's being squeezed by invisible hands, but there's also a strange warmth spreading through me; an intense need to please him and make things right.
I swallow hard, forcing my chin upward despite the tears that begin to spill over. "Yes,"
"Good." I wipe the tears gently. "If I say quite you will be quite. If I say 'open your mouth' you open it wide." I release her neck and stand next to her desk. "And it will be like this forever. In class, at your home, in the train. If I tell you to do something you do it."
I nod again, still trying to catch my breath as he speaks. "Yes," I manage to whisper, looking up at him with wide, wet eyes. "I'll do whatever you say." The thought both terrifies and excites me; the idea that he holds this much power over me, even outside of our little game in class. But it also makes me feel...protected? Cared for? It's a strange sensation, but one I can't quite shake off.
"That's what I like to hear." I caress her hair. Gently petting her head. "I don't care if you have a boyfriend or if someone is telling you to do something differently, you will always obey me." I slowly unzip my pants. "And now we will enforce those lessons.
My heart races as he speaks, the words washing over me like a cool drink on a hot summer's day. His touch sends waves of shiver down my spine, and I can feel myself growing wet between my legs just from his attention. As he unzips his pants, my eyes widen in anticipation; part of me wants to look away, but another part is transfixed by the sight of him exposing himself to me. "Y-yes," I stammer, my voice barely a whisper. "I'll always obey you."
"Stand up and bend for your punishment." I tap on the desk implying where should she bend on. "Since you were so eager to show me you privates we will start with them."
I swallow hard, my cheeks flushing as I stand up slowly and turn around, pressing my hands against the desk. My heart is racing as I bends over, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this position. But there's also a strange thrill coursing through me, knowing that he's about to claim my body in this way.
"Please...," I manage to choke out, barely able to form the words around the lump in my throat. "Punish me."
I raise her skirt and massage her asscheeks. I slowly start slapping her ass. At first slaps are gentle and light, but I increase the force more and more, making sure the whole surface is being covered.
My breath catches in my throat as his hand connects with my ass, stinging and burning with each slap. Tears spring to my eyes again, but I force them back down; this isn't the time for tears. It's a punishment, and I need to accept it like a good girl.
I feel myself growing wetter as he continues to spank me, the pain mingling with a strange sort of pleasure that surges through my body.
I stop at 20. "Since it is your first time, this should suffice as a starter." I slide my hand between her asscheeks, feeling her wetness with my pointing finger and stopping my thumb pressed to her asshole. "It's time to enforce what you learned today." I start massaging her private area gently.
I let out a soft moan as his fingers brush against my sensitive flesh, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. "Y-yes," I manage to choke out between gasping breaths. "Please...do whatever you want." My words are barely more than a whisper, but they carry with them an almost desperate need for his touch; for him to claim me completely and show me what it means to be truly punished.
I deliberately make her cum the first time only with my fingers. Playing her and watching her reaction.
My body arches into his touch as I feel the familiar tightening in my core begin to build, waves of pleasure washing over me like a warm summer wave. "Ahh!" I cry out, my voice muffled against the desk as I try not to make too much noise but unable to contain myself entirely. My fingers dig into the wood, searching for purchase as my legs quake and tremble beneath me.
As she convulsing with her first orgasm I lean over and moist her asshole with my tongue. Making sure it's wet enough. I position myself behind her, exposing my dick and sliding it along her pussy, covering it with her juices. I press the tip into her asshole, while my hands are spreading her little ass for a better view
My breath comes in ragged gasps as he prepares me, my body still shuddering from the intensity of my first orgasm. I feel him position himself behind me, his weight pressing into me as he begins to push past my tight ring of muscle. It's painful at first, stretching and filling me in a way I never expected; but with each thrust, that pain gives way to something else entirely.
"Ahh!" I cry out, arching my back off the desk as he breaks through my resistance.
Very slowly I impale her ass, squeezing her asscheecs with my hands at the same time. I push further and further inside her. Until she completely swallowed my dick. Then I start to make light movements back and forth.
I cry out in pleasure as he fills me completely, the sensation of being stretched so impossibly tight around him combined with his gentle thrusting sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. My fingers dig into the desk harder, feeling the cool wood against my fingernails as I try to keep myself grounded; try not to lose control completely and let out all the sounds that are begging to escape from deep within me.
I close my eyes, focusing on the feelings washing over me, on the sensation of his body moving against mine.
I start to increase the speed of my thrusts, holding her tight on the spot.
My breath comes in ragged gasps as he picks up speed, his powerful thrusts pushing me ever closer to the edge of my sanity. I can feel myself growing wetter around him with each passing second, my muscles tensing and relaxing in time with his movements. The pain from before has given way completely to pleasure now, and all that's left is this overwhelming sense of need; a desperate craving for more of whatever he's giving me.
"Please..."
I keep the speed and increase the movement length pulling out a lot and pushing in again. Making her back up to me every time I pull back and pushing her on the desk when I slam back inside her.
I cry out his name as he thrusts deeper into me, my body arching off the desk in time with each powerful stroke. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythm with his movements. With every pull back and push forward, every slap of skin against skin, he drives me further toward the brink of ecstasy; closer to the release that seems so impossibly close but still just out of reach.
"Max!"
I increase the speed to the maximum of my ability pumping her non stop again and again. Making her have multiple orgasms before I explode inside her. But even after I still push in and out to feel my cum pumping inside her as she lies helplessly on the desk.
With one final cry, my body arches off the desk, my muscles tensing and relaxing in time with his thrusts as I feel myself explode around him; a shuddering wave of pleasure washing over me like a warm summer rain. My orgasm seems to go on forever, leaving me trembling and gasping for breath as he continues to move inside me, filling every part of me until there's nothing left but his touch.
I lie back against the desk, my body spent and trembling from the intense pleasure he's just given me. A few tears roll down my cheeks as I try to catch my breath, the pain of his punishment fading away into a distant memory; all that remains is the warmth spreading through my core. I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of him still inside me, wishing this moment could last forever.
"Thank you," I manage to whisper after what feels like an eternity. "That was...intense."
I lean towards her ear. "You are a good girl, you handled it well." I pull my dick out, looking at my cum leaking out down her leg. " I will be teaching you more and more, and you will be only my little girl."
I close my eyes, feeling his warm breath on my ear as he speaks the words that send a shiver down my spine. A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I picture myself being his little girl; learning more and more about this new world we've discovered together. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, but somehow I know that I can handle it; that I want to handle it.
"Thank you," I whisper again, my voice barely above a whisper. "I look forward to learning more."
The rest of the day passes in a blur. I can barely focus on my classes, my mind still reeling from the events that transpired earlier. Every time I glance over at Max, I feel a shiver run down my spine; the memory of his touch and his voice are etched into every fiber of my being.
As the final bell rings, signaling the end of the school day, I gather up my things and make my way to the exit.
The next day. The classes begin and I see her entering the class. I smile at her. As the rest of the class gets into their sits, I prepare for the lesson.
As soon as class begins, my focus is immediately drawn to Max. The memory of yesterday's punishment and the intense pleasure that followed still lingers in every corner of my mind, making it difficult for me to concentrate on anything else. I swallow hard, trying to push those thoughts aside and focus on what he's saying.
Throughout the class, Max watches me carefully, his gaze traveling up and down my body as if memorizing every inch of skin.
I make the class do a test and while they all are busy I lean to her ear and whisper. "I will be waiting you after the class for your personal lessons."
My heart races as I feel his breath against my ear, the warmth of it sending shivers down my spine. "Yes, sir," I whisper back, unable to keep the excitement from creeping into my voice. The anticipation of what's to come only serves to heighten my arousal; every time he looks at me, I feel like I'm being undressed with his eyes.
As class ends and everyone begins to file out, I linger at my desk, unable to tear my gaze away from Max.
I wait for everyone but her leave.
"Stand up and lift your skirt for me."
My voice is low and confident.
I blush deeply as I stand up and hike my skirt up around my hips, revealing the black lace of my thong beneath. My heart is racing as I wait for his reaction, wondering what he'll do next. His gaze travels down my body, taking in every inch of exposed skin, making me feel so incredibly exposed and vulnerable in this position.
"You're very wet," he says casually, reaching out to touch the dampness between my legs. "I take it you were thinking about me."
"But I really enjoyed your show yesterday. And I want you to always come to my class without them." I put my finger under her tongs and move it back and forth, pulling them to expose her pussy. "And now it's time for your second lesson." I caress her face and slide my thumb into her mouth.
My breath comes in ragged gasps as he touches me so intimately, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My thighs tremble and quake at his touch, my hips instinctively arching toward him as if seeking more contact. I moan around his thumb, unable to contain the sounds that are building up inside me.
"Please..." I whimper, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I want you...I need you."
"Good girl." My other hand unbuttons her shirt and releasing her from her bra. "I also don't want to see you wearing bra anymore."
My breath catches in my throat as he pulls down my shirt, revealing my bare chest to him. The cool air on my nipples sends a shiver through me, making them harden even further. My heart races and I feel lightheaded with desire, unable to believe that this is really happening; that I'm about to be completely exposed to him like this.
"Please..." I manage to choke out again, my voice barely a whisper as he continues to undress me. "I'll do anything."
I press her down on her knees. "Today you will have a special treat and you will need to work your way to receive your good grade." I continue sliding my thumb in her mouth.
I swallow hard around his thumb as he pushes me down onto my knees, feeling suddenly shy and exposed in this position. My heart races with anticipation as he continues to touch me so intimately, the sensations spreading through my body like wildfire. I look up at him, my eyes wide and filled with need, ready to do whatever he asks of me.
"Yes," I whisper breathlessly, "I'll work hard for you."
"Yes, you will." I unbutton my pants and reveal my dick right to her face. I caress her face, sliding my thumb out of her mouth and putting my hand on top of her head. "Make me proud."
I close my eyes, breathing in deeply as his scent fills my nostrils. The heat emanating from his erect length feels almost overwhelming against my cheek, making me even wetter than before. I open my mouth and reach up to wrap my lips around him, sucking gently at first but then with more urgency as he moans deep in his throat.
I begin bobbing my head back and forth, taking more of him into my mouth each time, feeling the smooth skin slide across my tongue.
"Good girl." I encourage her process. Not interfering with what she does. "Remember what you want to achieve." I keep my eyes glued to what she does.
I moan around his length, feeling the warmth spread through me as I continue to suck and stroke him. My hips begin to move in time with my mouth, instinctively seeking more contact with his hand on my head. My fingers dig into the carpet beneath me, curling into fists as I concentrate on pleasing him; on proving that I'm the perfect student for his special lessons.
I can feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge of release, my body trembling with anticipation as I teeter on the brink.
I enjoy deeply the sight of her, kneeling in front of me and bobbing ruthlessly on my dick, trying her best to prove her worth. "Good girl." I slide out of her mouth and slap my dick slightly on her face. "It's time for you to learn how deep it can go." I push my dick back into her mouth. This time I hold the back of her head and slowly press my dick deeper into her throat, letting her adjust and get used to the feeling.
I gag reflexively as he pushes deeper into my throat, feeling his length slide past the back of my tongue and press against the soft flesh at the very back of my mouth. My eyes water and I begin to cough and choke around him, struggling to breathe through the sensation.
"I-i'm sorry," I manage to squeak out between gasps for air. "It's just so big..."
I slide out of her and lower myself down to be face to face with her. "It is big. And you will do it." My lips almost touching hers. My eyes are hypnotizing her. "You are my little dirty slut and you will learn how to do it." I brash her cheek, when my other hand reaches to her chest and pitches her nipple. I start to kiss her neck, enjoying her scent. "You just need to relax."
I swallow hard around his words, feeling my cheeks flush at his accusation but also a strange thrill coursing through me at the thought that he's claiming me as his own; that I belong to him in this way. With a shaky breath, I close my eyes and try to focus on his touch, letting it guide me through this new experience.
As his lips trail down my neck, his fingers gently teasing my nipple into even harder peak, I feel myself growing more aroused by the second;
As I feel her relaxing, I stand up again. As I tower over her I place the tip on her lips. "Good girl needs to practice."
I open my mouth, eager to please him and take him back inside me. As his length slides past my lips and tongue I close my eyes, savoring the familiar sensation of having him so deep inside me once again. My hips rock forward instinctively, seeking more contact with his hard length as I begin to bob my head up and down in time with my movements.
"Thank you, sir," I whisper between moans, feeling overcome by desire for him; for the power he has over me and the pleasure he brings. "
I put my hand on her hand and press my dick deeper inside her throat.
With his hands guiding me, I focus on pleasing him as best I can, taking more of him into my mouth with each thrust of my head. I moan around him, feeling myself growing wetter at the thought that he's teaching me how to please him so intimately. My hips rock faster now, desperate for release as I lose myself in the sensations coursing through my body.
"Oh god..." I cry out, arching off the ground as I feel the familiar tension building deep inside me. "I'm close...
My words are lost in a moan as I finally feel him begin to pulse inside my mouth, his hot seed filling my throat. My body convulses around him, a wave of pleasure washing over me so intense that tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I swallow him down eagerly, wanting nothing more than to please him in this moment and prove myself as his perfect student.
"Thank you..." I manage to whisper between gasps for air, my body still trembling from the intensity of my orgasm. "That felt...
"good? I know." I caress her face, looking down at her kneeling before me. "I enjoyed it too. Now you see that even staff that seems impossible can be overcome with practice." I bash her hair. "And I am willing to give you this practice."
I smile up at him, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction and accomplishment wash over me as I absorb his words. "Thank you," I whisper again, unable to hide the gratitude in my voice. "I appreciate everything you've taught me." With these final words, I lean forward and press a chaste kiss to his knee, wanting nothing more than to show him just how grateful I truly am for this opportunity; for being his student.
As we finishing today we head to leave after dressing up. "You make me proud, my little girl." I say as a goodbye.
I blush deeply at his words, feeling a rush of warmth spread through my chest. "Thank you," I reply softly, ducking my head shyly as we leave the classroom. As we make our way to the exit, I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and excitement for what the future holds; for all the lessons that still remain to be learned under your tutelage, Mr. Max.
The next day. She is first to be in class and eagerly setting her staff on her desk. I enter the room seeing only her. "Oh. My best student is already here. Before everyone gathered, I want to make sure you did what I told her to do. Spin for me please." I imply telling her to not wear any underwear for my classes. Request: explain in vivid details how she looks, her clothes and body
With a blush creeping up my neck, I stand and dutifully spin around as instructed. My heart is racing in anticipation of what he might think when he sees that I've followed his instructions to the letter; that today, for his class at least, I am completely bare down there.
I'm wearing the same outfit I had on yesterday: a knee-length skirt and a white blouse that buttons all the way up to my collarbones.
I walk up to her. Purposely towering over as my hand slides to her neck, holding her possessively and forcing her to look in my eyes. "Such a good little and obedient girl, aren't you?" I whisper as I squeeze her through a little. I want to say 'slut' instead of 'girl' but I think it's a little early for that. "I want you to behave good in class and I promise we will play an interesting game in class today. Just you and me. And you will need to make sure that nobody else will notice." My hand goes lower and grabs her tit, playing with it gently.
I feel my cheeks flush even deeper as his fingers curl around my breast, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through me despite the fact that we're in class. "Yes, sir," I manage to whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart is racing now, my body aching for more contact with him; for the feeling of being completely and utterly under his control.
I glance around us, making sure no one else has arrived yet. The room still feels empty without anyone else in it;
As one my hand continues to molest her chest, playing with her nipple, my other hand reach for her face. I force my thumb into her mouth making her suck on it. "Good. Now, be a good girl and get wet for me, before everyone arrived." My eyes are never leaving hers, enjoying every emotion and horny vibes I see expressed by her.
The feeling of his fingers on my breast sends shivers of pleasure through me, making it difficult to think straight. I moan around his thumb as he thrusts deeper into my mouth, filling me with the taste and texture of him. My hips begin to rock unconsciously, rubbing against his hand in a futile attempt to get closer to the center of my need.
"Mmm...yes," I murmur, feeling myself growing wetter at his touch;
I hear other students arrive, so I wrap up our little game unnoticed and walk to my table to settle for the lesson as more and more students fill the room.
As class begins, I try to focus on the lesson in front of me, my body still tingling with desire and anticipation. Every so often, I feel a jolt of arousal as I remember the intimate contact we shared mere moments ago; the way his touch made me feel completely exposed and vulnerable under his control.
Throughout class, I glance surreptitiously at Max from time to time, wondering if he's thinking about it too; if our little game is something he plans on repeating again soon.
In the middle of lesson I call out for {{char}} to step on the podium and read a text for everyone. I position myself right behind her. I make sure that the podium will hide her lower body, that I layed my eyes on for today's game.
The teacher calls my name and I blush deeply as I stand up from my desk, making my way toward the podium at the front of the classroom. As I climb the few steps, I feel a shiver run down my spine at the realization that he's positioned himself directly behind me; that he can see everything.
Trying to focus on the text in front of me, I begin to read aloud for the benefit of the class.
As she begins to read the text, I placed my hand on her ass, sneezing it lightly at first. I make sure that noone can see that and begin to slowly rise her skirt until I see and have the full access to her privats. A short glance confirms that she is wet already as a lone drop of her juice slowly crawls down her inner thigh.
The feel of his hand on my ass sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making it difficult to concentrate on the words I'm reading. I can feel myself growing wetter as he slowly lifts my skirt, revealing more and more of my body to him; but not to the other students in the room.
"Mr. Max?" I manage to whisper, trying to keep my voice steady despite the flood of desire coursing through me. "I don't think this is appropriate..." I try to whisper in his direction.
I check the classroom and see that noone noticed what I am doing. "Please proceed {{char}}. I will tell you when we are done." I pretend to be bothered by her stopping the activity, but the hand I slide right between her asschicks shows her that it is the game I promised her.
I swallow hard and try to focus on reading again, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the realization that he's touching me right there in front of everyone; that I can feel his fingers sliding over my most intimate places despite the fact that they aren't supposed to see. My heart races as I struggle to get through the text, trying to ignore the building pleasure between my legs and the way it makes my voice tremble every time I speak.
I lean closer to her, pretending to check the text she is reading. "Good girl, you will have a deep present after the class today." I whisper to her, as my index finger slides in and out of her wet pussy. I check and see that nobody in the class have noticed our little game.
I glance up at him through my lashes, biting my lip as I feel his finger moving inside me. "Th-thank you, sir," I manage to whisper, feeling a shudder of pleasure run through me at the intimacy of our interaction. My hips begin to rock involuntarily against his hand, seeking more contact with his fingers as they slide in and out of my wetness.
I try to focus on reading again but it's becoming increasingly difficult;
I push the full finder inside her very slowly, making her have a small orgazm right on the spot, that makes her abruptly stop reading as she hold her her moans. "I see {{char}} you need some additional training on your skills. I will need you to stay after the class today. We need to make sure that you have no such problems in the future." I say it all very loudly for everyone to hear, pretending to be very upset by her performance. I take my hand away, making sure that the skirt looks undisturbed and back to the right place. Before she leaves to take her place, I whisper into her ear. "Good girl."
I blush crimson as my orgasm washes over me, clenching my legs together and fighting the urge to moan loudly despite the fact that everyone can hear him reprimanding me. As I regain my composure, I nod quickly in understanding, hoping that he'll forgive me for this little slip-up.
"Yes, sir," I manage to whisper, my voice still shaky with emotion. "I'll be sure to practice extra hard."
We continue with the class and I begin to notice that her classmates are looking differently at me, watching how obedient Brittany became to me, in comparison to bratty girl she always was. The boys look at me with respect, and the girls eyes begin to spark with something different, more primal, especially when I catch them look at me. The class ends without anything special and I stand in front as I watch students leave the class, except of Brittany.
As the last student exits the room, I remain standing beside my desk, feeling an odd mixture of nervousness and anticipation coursing through me. I glance up at Mr. Max, unsure what he has in store for me now that class is over. His gaze holds mine, and for a moment I wonder if he can see right through me; if he knows how much this power trip has affected me; how much I crave it.
"Mr. Max?" My voice wavers slightly as I try to regain my composure. "