Debbie Simpson, aged eight, was a pupil at Roseville Girls College Junior School, in the class taught by Mr Collins. Now Mr Collins was regarded by the school as an excellent teacher, and for two reasons. His pupils all achieved high marks, something that all private schools strove for because it made them look good, and also because he was willing to work for a bit less than the usual rate of pay. So anxious was the school to get good teachers cheap that it didn't stop to ask why.

Mr Collins CV should have alerted someone at the school that something was not quite right. Oh, he had great references, no doubt about that. But if anyone had stopped to think about it, instead of focusing on the bottom line, they might have wondered why he had worked at so many schools in the last 10 years.

You see, Mr Collins liked little girls. Nothing had ever been proved, but for the good name of every one of those schools that he'd taught at for the last 10 years he'd been quietly asked to leave, and had been given a glowing reference to make sure that he did so without a fuss.

It wasn't that he'd done really bad things, unless you count putting your hand up under the uniform skirt of a young girl and feeling between her legs as bad. Some people do. He was also considered to be a bit too ready to mete out physical punishment, but again that was a matter of opinion. Of course what people also didn't know was that he wanted to go a lot further than simply smacking and feeling up little girls.

Like most of her classmates, Debbie thought he was a bit of alright. He was good looking and in good shape and had a sort of domineering approach, without being heavy. He was also careful to cultivate an open and friendly attitude to his charges, individually. Each and every one of them thought that in some way she was his favourite.

Debbie, as we know from previous episodes, had other things on her mind than schoolwork. Thanks to an introduction by her own father she had learned to play with herself to the point of orgasm. Little Debbie in fact practised playing with herself nearly every night, until she reached the point where her little pussy was too sore to do it for a few days.

This story begins just after the start of one of her more intense periods of self abuse. She was so focused on pleasuring herself that she completely forgot to do some homework set by Mr Collins.

"Stand up please Miss Simpson" said the teacher. Debbie stood with a sinking feeling in her tummy. She knew why she was being asked to stand. "Yes Mr Collins?" she said in an unsure voice.

"Where is the homework I set you? All the other girls have handed theirs in."

"I-I forgot it. I'm sorry Mr Collins."

"You forgot it? At least you didn't try to tell us that the dog ate it. Please tell the class how you came to forget your homework Debbie." All the other girls giggled, and Debbie felt herself going red from head to toe in humiliation. She could feel every eye in the class on her.

"Well, I... um, I just forgot it Mr Collins."

"I see. We'll talk more about this after the last lesson, Miss Simpson."

"Y-Yes Mr Collins" she replied, the tears not far away.

Three o'clock came, with Debbie hoping that Mr Collins had forgotten his command. But no, he hadn't. As the other girls gathered up their things to go home he looked significantly at her. She sat miserably at her little desk, like a prisoner waiting for the judge's sentence.

"Come up here" her judge commanded as the last girl left the classroom. Debbie got up and went and stood uneasily in front of the teacher's desk. He motioned her to come around and stand next to a small stool at one end of the desk. Getting up from his chair he stood in front of the now pale child, towering over her. If she'd known what to look for she would have seen the beginnings of a bulge in the front of his pants.

"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you Debbie?"

"Y-Yes sir. I'm sorry Mr Collins." The tears were not far away again.

"It's a bit late to be sorry. I don't set much homework, but I expect what I do set to be handed in on time. That homework was supposed to be handed in today. You do know that you'll have to be punished, don't you Debbie? Oh, and while we're here you will address me as Sir. Do you understand?""

"Y-Yes Mr.... S-Sir" the frightened child replied in little more than a whisper. There was something very menacing about Mr Collins.

"You haven't been punished yet at this school, have you?"

"No S-Sir."

"Your parents would be disappointed, wouldn't they?" The little girl could only nod and hang her head.

"I see. Here's what I'm prepared to do Debbie. If you accept the punishment I give you there's no need for them to know. Do you agree to that?"

"Yes Sir" the child finally replied, after a long silence.

"Very well then. Do you know what my punishment is for forgetting homework Debbie?"

"N-No Sir."

"It's the cane!" the teacher said in a suddenly loud voice. With that he went quickly to a corner cupboard and returned with a cane, swishing it through the air a few times. "This, child!"

"Oh, please Sir. Please don't give me the cane Sir" the frightened little girl said, a catch in her voice as she tried to choke back the sobs of fear.

"Rules are rules Debbie! Being caned is your punishment for being a naughty girl. Now bend yourself over that stool!" The bulge in his pants was now quite noticeable.

When she hesitated Mr Collins grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced her down, bent over the stool with her bottom sticking up in the air. With a commendable economy of movement he had her uniform dress up around her waist and her little white cotton panties down around her thighs so fast that Debbie hardly realised what was happening.

Thwack! went the cane on Debbie's bare bottom.

"Ooowch!!!" she shrieked in shock and pain.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! went the cane five more times. And each time Debbie shrieked in pain. There were six red stripes across the soft and pale skin of her little bottom, and she was crying.

A little while after the last stroke she turned her head, wondering if there was going to be any more, only to see Mr Collins taking off his belt. Was he going to spank her with that too, she wondered?

No, he had other plans. Grasping both of her wrists, he quickly crossed one over the other behind her back and held them together with one hand. Then he began to wrap the belt around her crossed wrists.

"W-What are you doing Sir?" she sniffled, suddenly feeling frightened.

"Teaching a naughty little girl a lesson" he replied sternly, pulling the belt tight and buckling it. The hard leather was tight on her little wrists, she could hardly move her arms, and her tummy began to churn. It churned even more when he pulled her panties right down, slipped them off over her shoes, and moved her legs apart. She suddenly felt so terribly exposed: she knew that he must be able to see between her legs to where her private parts were. What she didn't know was that the teacher was interested in something else and wanted it. The sight of it made him rock hard inside his pants.

Was Mr Collins, Sir that is, going to feel her private parts? Her tummy got all fluttery at the thought, remembering how her Daddy had done it all those weeks ago. She sort of wished that he'd do it again, but maybe Sir was going to do it now, and she felt a slight tingle down there.

Holding Debbie down on the stool with one hand, Mr Collins used the other to open the desk drawer and get out a little jar. Twisting her head, she could see that the label said 'Vaseline'. Opening it expertly with one hand, he dipped his index finger in and brought it out with some of the stuff on it. A few moments later she gave a little jerk when she felt his greasy finger touch her anus.

"That's b-bad touching S-Sir" she said, summoning up all her courage.

"So it might be" he said in her ear in little more than a whisper. "But then you're a bad girl, aren't you?" The finger pressed just a little against her. "You don't want your mummy and daddy to know what a bad girl you are, do you?" The threatening tone in the voice was very real.

"N-no Sir.... Oh!" The exclamation of surprise came when the finger tickled her little anus. She wriggled her bottom when he did it again.

"Sir, please don't.... oh!" When he did it again she felt a sort of shiver pass right through her.

"Like that, do you?" he asked.

"It-it makes me feel sort of funny, Sir" she gasped and shivered again as she felt the tip of his finger tickling her sensitive little anus.

"That's because you're a very bad little girl Debbie. Only bad, dirty little girls like having their bottom holes felt. You wouldn't want your mummy and daddy to find out just how bad you are, would you Debbie? What do you think they'd say if they knew that you liked the teacher touching your bottom hole?"

The poor child had no answer, but she did clench her bottom tight when she felt him try to stick the tip of his finger into her anus.

"Debbie" he said, quietly into her ear in a dark and menacing tone, "unclench your bottom now, or I'll give you six more strokes of the cane."

"Please Sir, it-it's dirty. Owwww!!!" The howl of pain was wrenched from her lips when he pinched and twisted the hot red flesh of her bottom cheek.

"Do you want the cane again child?"

"N-no Sir." Forced down over the stool and with her wrists bound together behind her back by the tightly buckled leather belt she felt so helpless.

"Then unclench your bottom!"

The poor little girl sobbed in pain and humiliation, but after a few moments the teacher felt the little ring of muscles relax. He nearly shot a load there and then into his pants when the tip of his finger penetrated her tight little hole. His rigid swollen cock throbbed delightfully and he felt the seeping pre-cum as he slowly and carefully eased the finger in, bit by bit, until it was up to the first knuckle. It felt sooo good!

It didn't feel good to Debbie, but then again it didn't feel too bad either. The thickness of the adult finger up inside her little anus gave her a funny sort of full feeling in her bottom. That full feeling increased when Mr Collins slid it in further, bit by bit, until it was up to the second knuckle.

"Oh! Sir...." He'd wiggled the finger about inside her and it sort of tickled. After he'd been doing it for a few moments she felt her little pussy begin to tingle.

"Like that do you, you dirty little slut?"

Debbie felt herself flush with humiliation: she knew that sluts were bad women, and she knew that it was very bad touching for the teacher to put his finger up inside her bottom hole, but she also knew that the way he tickled her insides made her pussy tingle. She involuntarily wiggled her little bottom when he did it again.

"Yes, I thought so" he said quietly almost in her ear. "You like it, don't you? Say it child. Say that you like my finger up inside your bottom."

When she hesitated he pinched her sore bottom again, wringing a cry of pain from her lips. "Say it!" he almost yelled.

"I-I like it Sir." Her face burned with shame.

"What do you like Debbie?"

"Y-your finger.... I-I like your finger up inside my bottom Sir."

"I thought so. You really are a dirty little girl slut, aren't you?"

"Yes Sir.... Oh! Oh!" The exclamation expressed a mixture of surprise, pain and pleasure as he suddenly thrust the finger up as far as it would go and wiggled it about. She felt as if it filled her whole tummy.

"Well now, let's see if you like this" said the teacher, his hot, rock hard cock throbbing and seeping pre-cum.

Debbie gasped and wiggled her bottom about as he slowly slid the finger in and out, in and out inside her hot, tight little anus. It not only made her pussy tingle like never before, but with each movement her little twat rubbed against the hard wood of the stool. She so badly wanted to play with herself, but with her wrists bound together behind her back all that she could do was to grind her crotch down harder onto the stool.

If she'd had eyes in the back of her head she would have seen that Mr Collins had unzipped and opened his trousers and had pushed them and his underpants down. While the finger of one hand was busy frigging her arsehole, the other hand was frigging the head of his red and swollen member.

'Could I?' he asked himself. 'Of course you could' another part of his mind answered. 'Yes, but should I?' he asked again. 'Not this time!' a third part of his mind warned. 'Yes, softly, softly catchee monkey' he said to himself, with a slight feeling of regret.

Right at that very moment he felt his balls churn and he knew he was about to come. Not being a man to waste things or experiences, he slid his finger right out of the child's tight little back passage and put the purple and engorged head of his organ between the cheeks of her small red bottom, right over where his finger had been.

Just in time too. His hips bucked as he exploded and the best orgasm of his life shot spurt after spurt after spurt of thick, hot, creamy semen into the child's bum crack. There was so much that it soon began to dribble down the insides of her slim young thighs.

"Sir?" she asked, breathless from her own stimulation, wondering what it was.

"That.... That was my cum, you dirty little girl" he panted, still trembling. "Dirty sluts like you end with cum all over them."

By this time the teacher's cock was softening. He fixed up his clothes and undid the belt around Debbie's wrists, much to her relief: until now she hadn't realised how cramped her arms were, and she rubbed the red marks made by the tightly buckled leather belt on her little wrists. When she looked down at the sticky fluid on her legs and got a hanky out of her school uniform dress pocket he stopped her.

"No, you dirty little girl. You have to go home like that so that everyone will know what a slut you are."

"But Sir-"

"No buts! Put your panties back on and go. I want you to go home with your bottom crack filled with my cum and with it all down your legs. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes Sir." Her eyes filled with tears, but she did as she was told. It felt really yucky with his sticky stuff in between her bottom cheeks. It had begun to dry on her legs, and that felt nearly as bad. And she could smell it now.

"Go home and hope that your mummy and daddy don't find out what a bad and dirty little girl you are." He patted her sore little bottom through the uniform dress and panties.

All the way home on the train poor little Debbie kept as far away as she could from the other passengers so that they wouldn't know she had the teacher's cum on her. When she'd first got on she'd sat down, but that had spread the sticky goo in the back of her panties, so she'd ended up standing all the way to her own station. Fortunately when she walked in the front door Mummy hadn't got home from work, and Daddy was busy in his study.

"Hello possum" he called out. "Have a good day at school?"

"Yes Daddy" she called back, heading for the bathroom and water, soap and a washcloth, after a quick detour to her bedroom to get clean panties.

"Don't I get a kiss?"

"I-In a minute Daddy. I've got to go to the loo. It's urgent."

Mr Simpson shook his head to rid it of the image of his little daughter sitting on the toilet and went back to work.