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Tara Sweetman pouted as she looked at the almost blank
piece of paper in front of her. All morning she had been trying to start her essay.
Her problem – she did not know how to avoid writing about the events of the
last few days. The summer had been eventful since she and her family had
moved to a village in a new country. However all Tara could think about was the fact that she had come
to the village a virgin and, by now, had fucked three different men, and had
been fingered by her own father.
The lunchtime bell was a blessed release. Tara neatly gathered her papers and began to rise from
her desk.
“Going somewhere Miss Sweetman?” Tara’s teacher, Mr.
Stone, spoke softly but his commanding voice rooted Tara
to her spot.
She blushed and mumbled, “I heard the bell”.
“Nobody leaves the room until I dismiss them, Miss
Sweetman. Are you a disobedient girl, are you headstrong?”
Tara shook her head and
stammered, “N-no.” She started to take her seat again.
“I didn’t tell you to sit down,” Stone continued with a
sigh of disappointment. “I believe I may have a troublesome girl on my hands
with you”
The color drained from Tara’s
cheeks. She had never been a bad girl in school, or out of school either, and
now she was really off to a bad start at this new school.
Mr. Stone waved his hand. “Very well,” he declared, “all
of you may go”
Tara and the rest of the girls stood up and filed out of
the room. As they stepped onto the playground, Iolanthe Summerisle took Tara’s arm and pulled her to one side. “How is your
essay coming along?” the girl asked pleasantly.
Tara looked down and
admitted, “It’s not, but I think I can rush through it this afternoon.”
A concerned look passed across Iolanthe’s face but she
smiled and said, “Yes I’m sure you can, but try your hardest. Mr. Stone won’t
accept any excuse and he’ll be angry if you don’t do as he says.”
Tara swallowed hard and
looked away from her friend. “We should find our brothers,” she suggested,
changing the subject.
“Iolanthe looked around the playground. “There’s Toby. She indicated to a spot by the gates.
Toby was leaning against the school wall watching the
playground. He smiled as the two 15-year-old girls strolled up to him.
Iolanthe kissed Toby on the cheek causing him to blush and then asked,
“Where’s my brother?”
Toby took hold of Iolanthe’s hands and said, “He said he’d
be out in a few minutes. Said he had something to do”
“What’s you teacher like Toby? Tara
asked her brother.
“Miss Burroughs?” Toby replied. “Oh she’s ok. She’s really
young, like just out of college but so far so good.”
“So you think she’s beautiful then, do you Toby?” Iolanthe
teased.
Toby blushed. “She’s certainly not too hard to pay
attention to. How’s your teacher Tara?”
“He’s …” Tara began
before she felt somebody reach from behind her and squeezed her boobs. The
shock cut off her words and she snapped her head around to see Tam with a
huge grin on his face.
“He’s what Tara?”
Iolanthe’s older brother asked with an exaggerated air of inquiry.
“He’s …ok,” Tara replied
in a flat voice.
“Fair enough,” Tam replied and gave Tar’s nipple a playful
pinch. Both Toby and Tam smiled as Tara’s nipples
stiffened and a blush covered her cheeks.
“Where were you, Tam?” Toby asked while keeping his gaze
on his sister’s tits.
Tam smiled knowingly and replied, “Oh, you’ll find out.
Let’s just say, it pays to advertise.”
Before Toby could ask any more
the bell began to ring. “Time to finish the essay,” Iolanthe murmured.
Tara sighed and turned
towards Mr. Stone’s classroom. Brothers and sisters went in separate
directions and soon the playground was clear and afternoon studies had again
begun.
Tara
was
confronted by her lack of progress with the essay. “I have to write
something!” she resolved and began to write. Her first sentence was my
father has recently been hired by Lord Summerisle to
take care of his legal business. She stopped at this point as her mind
played back images the name she had written conjured up. She thought of how
she had allowed Lord Summerisle to deflower her. She thought of how sluttish
she had been in the roman bath.
The images played on to how she had walked in on her father
and her little sister and the way that had led to her father fingering her
naked pussy. Tara began to fantasize that
she had allowed her father to go further than simply easing her coral panties
aside. She imagined letting her father pull her panties all the way off and
then letting him lay her on the ground where her father slid his thick cock
into her tight pussy.
Her fantasy left Tara’s
cunt feeling empty and wet. Her clit tingled and she could feel her natural
lube dripping out of her pussy and soaking her panties. Tara
closed her eyes and relished her dream. She imagined abandoning herself to
pleasure even as her little sister watched, her cries filling the kitchen,
“Oh Daddy oh Daddy oh Daddy!”
A bell rang, snapping Tara
out of her daydream. She heard the calm commanding voice of Mr. Stone say, “I
hope you have all done as I asked you earlier. Please gather your papers. I
will collect them now.”
Tara
eye’s
darted with horror between the almost blank papers in front of her and her
teacher, who had reached the back of the classroom and was collecting essays
from the youngest girls in the class.
She heard Mr. Stone praise Tabitha, “Nice work Miss
Sweetman, and I’ll enjoy reading this. I hope your older sister has produced
as impressive an essay.”
Tara swallowed hard. In a
matter of seconds, the tall black man was standing in front of her. He had a
pile of essays in his arms. Tara’s was the
last essay to be collected. Mr. Stone did not speak, he simply held out his
hand. Tara sheepishly handed over her
papers.
The teacher looked at the “essay” and a look of fury
crossed his face. “You have had all day to write this?” his voice remained
calm but was clipped and obviously angry.
Tara held her head down
and mumbled, “Sorry Mr. Stone”
“Sorry? I am afraid sorry will not do, Miss Sweetman. You
are obviously a very willful and disobedient girl, mere words of apology are
not enough. I am afraid you shall have to be punished!”
Tara felt the air in the
room change, the already tense atmosphere now had an element of …
expectation. She looked around. She saw the girl next to Tabitha lean over
and whisper something in Tabitha’s ear. Tabitha giggled and winked at her
sister. All the older girls in Tara’s row
were looking intently at their teacher. All of them were hanging on Mr.
Stone’s every word.
Mr. Stone commanded, “Stand up, Miss Sweetman!”
Tara immediately did as
she was told; she sensed that it would not be a good idea to disobey anything
her teacher asked right at that moment.
“Now stand in front of my desk!”
Again, Tara obeyed the
command, she stood facing the rest of the class in the same spot that she had
first seen her teacher standing. Mr. Stone advanced on her and told her,
“Turn around!” As Tara turned, Mr. Stone
walked around his desk so that she was facing him.
As Mr. Stone began to pull out a draw in the desk, he
demanded, “
Bend
forward Miss Sweetman!”
Tara bent forward. The
height of the desk, coupled with the shortness of her school uniform exposed
her coral colored panties as she obeyed Mr. Stone’s order. Tara
felt ashamed to be showing the entire class her panty covered ass. She kept
her eyes forward so as not to catch the eye of either Iolanthe or Tabitha.
She saw Mr. Stone take something out of the drawer. It
looked not unlike a ping-pong paddle – only it was larger and it has an
intricately carved handle. The handle had the shape of a large and heavily
veined penis.
The paddle itself had a number of holes drilled through it
forming a border around the outside. Within the border was a picture of Pan.
The god had a nymph across his knee and one hand raised. A look of lust
contorted his face. The nymph’s face had an expression that Tara
had difficulty identifying. The nymph was not quite happy but she was not
exactly in pain either. Tara had no chance
to study the image further because her teacher had moved behind her.
“You will continue to look straight ahead and you will not
fight this punishment, Miss Sweetman.” Tara
felt him push her uniform further up her back, fully exposing her panties.
“This is for you own good. You will become obedient and compliant!” Tara felt the man’s fingers grip the waistband of her
panties.
“No,” she moaned in despair, but she did not attempt to
stop her teacher from pulling her little coral panties all the way to her
ankles. She knew her naked ass and cunt were on display to the rest of the
class and could feel their eyes on her.
“I will spank you and you WILL BE grateful for
it. Prepare yourself!”
Tara heard the swish of the
air as Mr. Stone swung the paddle back, and then begin its downward
progression. Then she felt the pain when the paddle connected with an audible
THWAP!!
Tara groaned at the blow
and tensed her butt cheeks against the next stroke. The room was silent except
for the sound of Tara’s cries and the paddle striking her bare ass. After six
strokes, Mr. Stone paused and said, “Now you have a feel for the paddle, I want
you to count in time with each blow. I think twelve] should be a good amount
for your first offense. Don’t you agree, Miss Sweetman?”
Tara slowly nodded and
whispered, “Yes Mr. Stone.”
“You must speak up Tara!”
Her teacher had dropped the formality now, “And you will thank me for each
stroke, for each one is for your benefit. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Mr. Stone, th-ank you,
Mr. Stone.”
“Then we shall begin.” The well-built black man drew his
hand back and delivered the first strike.
THWAP!!
“On-ne. Th-thank
you, Mr. Stone.”
THWAP!!
“T-T-two. Thank y-you, Mr. Stone” Tears were forming at
the corners of Tar’s eyes and her buttocks were beginning to feel incredibly
hot. Then she realized that her pussy was also beginning to heat up and her
clit was beginning to tingle.
THWAP!!
“Th-Threeeee. Thank you, Mr. Stone.” Her clit was really
making itself known now and Tara could feel
her juice flowing. She felt her body respond to the pain, which now was more
than pain; it was becoming an intense caressing.
Tara Sweetman endured the remaining strokes with
increasing arousal. Her pussy juice glistened upon her cunt lips and her
pubic hair and she became unaware of the rest of the class by the tenth
stroke.
THWAP!!
“Ah! Ten. Thank you, Mr. Stone, thank you!”
Her teacher delivered the last two strokes with less force.
He watched as the 15 year-old’s body responded to the blows, as did the rest
of the class. The twelfth blow struck with barely enough force to make any
noise, but Tara moaned as it came.
“Uuuuh twelve. THANK YOU, MR.
STONE uuuuuh”
Tara’s teacher turned to
the rest of the class. “You may all go,” he told them. He placed a hand on
the exposed small of Tara’s back, “Except
you Miss Sweetman,” he continued.
Tara stayed in her
position as the rest of the class filed out. She continued facing forward and
heard Mr. Stone close the classroom door. His footsteps drew near her and she
became aware he had knelt behind her when he took hold of her ankle .Mr.
Stone lifted Tar’s foot so he could fully remove her panties. He then stood
up and placed a hand gently on Tara’s ass,
which was rosy after her punishment.
“Well, I see that you have learnt to obey. That is good.
Now I have one last test for you.” Tara
heard the man unfasten his belt. “Spread you legs.”
“Thank you, Mr. Stone,” Tara
replied as she obeyed. Her cunt had really begun to ache as she waited for
this moment, the throbbing of her clit acted as counterpoint to the throbbing
on her ass cheeks. She sighed as she felt her teacher’s hands on her hips and
the tip of his cock at the lips of her cunt.
Mr. Stone’s cock was long and thick and he slowly fed it
into the 15 year-old’s pussy with a deliberate manner that Tara
found wonderfully tantalizing.
Mr. Stone thrust his cock in and out of Tara’s
pussy like a machine. Tara moaned, “Uuuh
uhh
uuuuuh
th-th-thank you, Mr. Stone.” Each inward thrust
added to her pleasure as Mr. Stone brought his body to bear on Tara sensitive butt.
Tara cried as the mingled
pain and pleasure brought her closer and closer to orgasm. The teacher’s
large ebony prick filled her cunt completely and it was not long before the
older Sweetman girl felt herself near cumming.
“Spank me!” she pleaded. “Please Mr. Stone, spank me!”
The teacher released his hold on Tara
hips and brought his hand down on her buttocks hard. Tara
came instantly. She groaned, “Thankyouthankyou uh uh
uh thank you.” Her display
of wanton abandon triggered Mr. Stone’s orgasm, and Tara
felt her vagina fill with a massive inundation of semen from her teacher.
Mr. Stone withdrew his cock. With a near breathless voice,
he said, “You may go, Miss Sweetman.”
Tara obediently pulled
her panties on and rearranged her uniform. As she reached the door, her
teacher called after her, “I hope you will be a more obedient girl from now
on.”
“Yes Mr. Stone,” Tara
replied demurely but she thought to herself, “I might be obedient, but I
think I’m never
going to be a “good” girl ever again.” She tensed her ass cheeks and enjoyed
the little thrill that passed through her body as she did. She headed to the
playground to find her brother and sister.
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