Synopsis

After viewing porn on the computer she inherited from her brother, Mary dreams of being sexually subservient to the teacher on whom she has a crush.

# Mary’s Dream

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by obohobo

## Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

Mf NC. Spanking

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

© obohobo 2011

The present day

“You’re back with us now then, Mary?”

The scraping of the chairs and the general hubbub and laughter woke me and to my horror I realised that I’d slept through nearly the whole of Mr. Thornton’s English lesson. Several students grinned and made remarks as they left and a little bewildered, I gathered my books. “I’m sorry Sir,” I started to apologise as Mr. Thornton came over and asked, “Are you okay Mary? It’s not like you, not to be alert in my lessons.”

“Sorry Sir, I didn’t sleep well last night. Cramps.”

“Period problem?”

I nodded, yes they were part of the problem but fortunately I didn’t have to explain the dreams that kept me awake as well.

“I’m sorry. But I’m glad I’m a man and don’t have that problem each month. Perhaps you could see me after school today and I’ll quickly go through the homework with you unless one of the others will. You’re one of the better students and I doubt you’ll wish to drop marks by not doing the work. It’s only reading and commenting on a page in your Shakespeare book.”

I thanked him, apologised again, and promised to see him at the end of the day. I certainly wouldn’t miss seeing the man I had an overwhelming crush on.

Over lunch break and sitting alone to eat my sandwiches, I thought back to the previous night and the dreams I had; well not really dreams because I was awake, but vivid sexual imaginings of my relationship with Mr. Thornton - Anthony Thornton, Tony. Like some of the other fourteen-year-old girls in the class, I loved the handsome young teacher who’d joined the staff at the beginning of the term, straight from college. Being shy and less well developed in the tit department, I had to produce the best work and try to be the most helpful, for him to notice me. The strategy worked and often I stayed for a short while at the end of the lessons to put books away and I’m sure he appreciated my help. He never made a move on me though, and always treated me correctly and the nearest sexual contact came when he dropped a book from a pile he reached to place on the top shelf in the store cupboard. I picked it up from his feet and on standing again, found my face inches away from his crotch and could faintly see the outline of his prick. My mind stored that memory and recalled it many times.

Indirectly my elder brother Michael contributed to my sexual fantasies. He’s six years older and left for university at the beginning of term taking with him a new MacBook laptop computer and leaving behind his 20” iMac, a far superior machine to my aging G4. I asked mother if I could have it and from the argument I overheard when she phoned him, I gathered he wasn’t too happy with the idea. “Your father and I paid for that computer Michael and for the new one you have and I think you are being a little selfish to want both when Mary could make good use of it and it will save us buying her a new one.” The argument went on for a while but eventually he must have agreed. I quickly found out the cause of his reluctance; he had a lot of BDSM porn stored on it. My guess is that he assumed he had password protected the files, and he had, but unfortunately for him, he only locked the security on his keychain access with his general password which I knew and from his keychain I could find all his other security passwords and change them to ones of my own. Unlike my G4, his computer had no Nanny Watch programme so I now had full Internet access including all the sites he’d bookmarked without being banned from the adult ones. Michael looked at me strangely when he came home two weekends later to collect more of his stuff and asked to use the computer to check his emails but I gave him a smug look in return because I guessed he’d unsuccessfully tried to access his porn files and realised that as I’d encrypted them, I must have seen them. He never said anything to me or to mother.

Dad often works abroad and mother doesn’t get home until 5:30 and each school day during the hour-and-a-half I have at home to myself, I went through the videos and stories and learned more about sex than I did from sex-ed at school. Whilst watching and reading I masturbated and imagined myself in the role of the victim being tied up, beaten and raped. They were the genre of videos and stories that aroused me most; the ‘FemDom’ and those that showed women being whipped or caned until they bled, held little interest for me. I deleted them and only kept the sexually submissive/slavery ones and often at night imagined myself in the role of a slave. In real life I know I would fight against a life of suppression but fantasy is a different thing all together and played a large part in my dreams. Had it not been for the porn files exciting my imagination, my imaginary love life with Tony (in my mind I used his first name) would certainly have been a ‘vanilla’ one.

My heavy flow period accompanied by stomach cramps, wasn’t a figment of my imagination and, although a couple of paracetamol calmed the pain, the bulky sanitary pad concentrated my feelings on that area and my thoughts turned to the forthcoming lesson with heartthrob Tony and to those stories where nudity and punishment were again used in schools and girls of my age were available for fucking. I suppose you could argue that pornography corrupted my mind but even at fourteen I knew to discriminate between reality and fantasy and it opened my mind to a variety solo sexual pleasures, pleasures my shyness precluded me from sharing with others.

The dream

“Mary Grimwade come to my desk now!” I knew the reason for the angry demand and stumbled to the front, the eyes of the class on me. “What is the meaning of this poor excuse for an essay? I never expected such slovenly work from you and I’m certain you could have done far better had you put your mind to it.”

“I forgot it Sir and had to do it before school today and then mother had other chores for me.”

“Don’t blame your mother for your own faults girl. Your forgetfulness is perhaps something a little reminder on your backside will help to cure. Just a hand spanking this time but if that doesn’t work, we’ll see if a dose of the strap does. Remove your skirt and knickers and bend over the desk and let the your classmates see you suffer.” I knew the procedure from having watched others receive their punishment and knew this time I would not only have a very sore arse, but everyone would see my virgin cunt and arsehole because he’d make me spread my legs very wide. Blushing, I did as he requested and waited while he donned the stiff leather punishment glove. Several teachers complained of sore hands after chastising students, and most now wore a glove to protect themselves but it meant more pain for the recipients because the teacher could hit harder and carry on for longer.

“Yeeoooww!” I yelled at the top of my voice. Wanting to make sure he understood how much he hurt me, I cried out from the first smack, a hard one to my right buttock and I knew without looking in a mirror, it would show a red hand print. Laughter from the class penetrated to my brain and I guessed they were enjoying my punishment and probably thought I deserved my comeuppance. “Do any of the boys have a hard-on like they do when some of the more attractive girls are spanked?” I wondered. A second smack to my left cheek, caused me to yell again, but that didn’t deter him from continuing to paste my bum with hard blows and placing some directly on my cunt, until I sobbed hysterically.

“That will teach the snooty bitch. You gave her thirty-four Sir and warmed her arse real good,” one of the other girls whom I knew fancied him, sidled up and felt the heat radiating from my tormented bottom. Sir did nothing to stop her and I wondered if she gave herself to him after school time.

“Sit down, no, don’t put your skirt back on, leave your stuff where it is for now. Report to my office at end of school today for an hour’s detention.” As I stood up I noticed the bulge in his trousers and inwardly smiled that at least I had aroused him. I had to turn and face the class so they all saw my sparse pubic hair but with tears streaming down my face, I didn’t care and hardly noticed when a boy thrust his hands between my thighs and tried to insert a finger in my cunt. Gently I lowered my tender arse on the chair and, after a sharp rebuke from Sir, quietened my crying to a low sob and tried to pay attention to his lesson.

Further humiliation followed when I collected my skirt and knickers at the end of the lesson and wasn’t allowed to put them on in the room. I dashed to the unisex toilet as fast as my sore arse would let me, only to find a number of the boys and girls from the class waiting to feel and finger me. “I don’t know why you made all that fuss over a hand spanking,” one of the boys remarked, “You will have something to cry about when you feel the strap or worse, the cane, raise welts across both cheeks at once. That will give you cause to yell.” My fear of being raped there receded when a woman teacher entered and ordered us to leave. She looked closely at my bum and asked which teacher had smacked me.

Timidly I knocked at Sir’s office door. It stood ajar but I didn’t dare enter without invitation but that came immediately. “Come in, Mary, close the door and put the latch on.” That surprised me, as did his next order, “Remove your skirt and knickers and bend over the desk so I can examine the damage I did this morning.”

“Please don’t hit me again, Sir,” I pleaded but he assured me that he wouldn’t, provided I cooperated with him. I had a shrewd suspicion what that might entail.

Drawing a chair up and sitting behind me with his face close enough to my arse for me to feel his breath on it, he gently massaged the reddened flesh. Gradually he paid more and more attention to my cunt with his fingers and tongue until I became very wet. “This is what you really wanted when you did such poor work, isn’t it Mary? You didn’t expect me to give you such a hard spanking though. Well, I did it for two reasons, one because I like spanking girls and boys and seeing them squirm and cry under the blows, and two, because I didn’t want the others to accuse me of favouritism. Perhaps there’s a third reason too as you’ll find out shortly, I like fucking a girl with a hot arse and from the feel of my finger inside you, I suspect you’re a virgin. You’ve not had a prick inside you, Mary?”

“No, Sir.” Losing my virginity to this hunk of a teacher had been the object of my desire and the reason for not doing my homework properly, or more correctly I had done it but submitted a scrappy piece. I hadn’t anticipated the terrible spanking and until now, regretted my action.

“Okay, Mary, kneel between my legs and open my flies and take out the prick that is going to deflower you.”

Although I’d never seen it, in my mind he’d a huge one and his prick certainly lived up to my imagination. My hands grasped his hard weapon. “It’s too big for me Sir, you’ll hurt me again. Just make me suck it for you, Sir.”

“Yes, it is quite large but it will go in and whilst there will be a little pain at first, after a short while, you should start to feel the pleasure you expected, but I will not spare you just because you are young and inexperienced. A girl like you exists to give pleasure to me, and if she gets pleasure too, that’s a bonus but if she doesn’t, too bad. After seeing your rosy arse this morning, I knew I’d have to fuck it and fuck it I will.” A little liquid oozed from the end. “Put it in your mouth and suck it. If you coat it with plenty of spit it should go in easier and give you less pain,” he added more kindly. I did until he ordered me back over the desk. I almost panicked then and thought of how I could escape but it was far too late. With the door locked and my being naked from the waist down, I didn’t stand any chance.

He didn’t fuck me straightaway, instead he pushed my thighs wide apart and again tongued my slit, augmenting my juices with his spit and I realised he tried to make his entry easier, whether for my benefit or his, I knew not. Just as I began to enjoy the sensation, he replaced his tongue with his prick. I felt it enter a short way and then a stab of pain as it hit my hymen. He paused, withdrew a little and then thrust hard. “Aaaahh!” I cried out at the pain when he broke through the membrane and his thick prick forced its way in my tight passage, stretching and forcing the walls apart until I felt his pubic hair against my bottom. “Ummn! That feels great, I do love a girl with a nice tight cunt.” At least that satisfied him. He paused for minute or two and then started to fuck me properly but it took him nearly ten minutes to climax within me. During that time I did indeed find pleasure mixed with the pain every time his loins hit my arse. At one point I started to thrust back and found that it increased my pleasure and his, not that my pleasure counted.

On withdrawing his messy prick he offered it to my mouth and only when he’d smacked my arse again did I take it in and suck it clean. I knew then I’d achieved what I wanted in the first place; to be his sex slave but I also wondered how many others he had in his harem and what I’d have to do to keep my place.

“Re-do the work and let me have it on Friday. It had better be up to your usual standard otherwise you know what to expect.”

“Yes, Sir, but it’s already in my bag.” I handed it to him and grinned. He did too and then looked serious.

“You set this up you young minx. I will phone your mother later and complain and suggest that you have extra coaching at the weekend.”

“We were going to her lady friend’s house on Saturday, Sir, but she may be pleased if I didn’t have to tag along with her.”

At 8:30 Saturday morning mother dragged me from the car and rang the bell on his house. “Good morning, Mr. Thornton,” she greeted him when he, clad only in his dressing gown, opened the door. “Thank you so much for taking the time and trouble to educate my daughter. Don’t take any nonsense from her, after seeing her bottom the other day, I’m sure you won’t, especially as there’s no law against spanking now. I presume you’ll be educating her in womanly duties, a subject which I know she is far behind most others of her age and most needful of instruction and practice. I’ll call and pick her up about eight o’clock this evening if that’s suits you? If she needs more instruction, I’ll bring her back tomorrow.”

Mother’s attitude surprised me. After Tony’s phone call on the evening of my punishment, she bent me over the back of the couch, examined me very closely and muttered, “It’s about time,” when she learned I’d lost my virginity. Now she virtually gave me to my teacher for sex and had encouraged him to punish me. I wanted the sex, not the punishment but doubted I could have one without the other especially if I wanted to keep my role as his sex slave.

Slamming the door closed, he dragged me into the bedroom and ordered me to undress. “Everything off; shoes, socks, skirt, jumper, everything. I want to see you completely naked, like me.” He shucked off his dressing gown and for the first time I saw his handsome body in all its glory. His prick stood out straight, hard and ready, his balls hung down and swung freely as he moved and I rightly guessed he would put them to good use as soon as I undressed. It didn’t take me long. “Lie on your back and pull your legs up to the side of you head.” He put an extra pillow under my head so I could watch his prick enter.

No real foreplay this time. A few rubs with the head of his prick along my slit and he thrust in until his hair mingled with mine. I felt some pain but not enough to worry me, and he soon began a rhythmic fucking but all the time varying the depth and angle of his plunges. I quickly climaxed and had a second one before he finally shot his semen into me.

From my experience with him at school, I expected he’d want me to suck him afterwards but to my surprise he rolled on top of me in the sixty-nine position and tongued me while I cleaned him. “Owww!” I cried out when first his tongue and then his fingers found an entrance to my arsehole but he persisted and warned me that he would put his prick in there and bugger me later. I knew that would hurt. My arsehole was far too small for his pole but I had no choice; he had total control over my body. I’d have to submit like a good slave.

We lay side by side for a while, Tony playing with my tits, small though they are, and pulling and twisting my nipples while I fondled his prick and balls. Suddenly he sat up, “Time to warm your arse again, Mary.”

“Sir, I’ve done nothing wrong,” I pleaded.

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll get pleasure from seeing the stripes appear on your bum and hearing you squeal and your mother will expect to see that I’ve controlled you properly.” From under the bed he produced a wide leather strap and showed it to me. “You’ve seen this before because it’s the one I use at school and you’ve seen the stripes it produces on the bums of other boys and girls.” I had, and heard the crack as it landed and the yells of the recipient as they felt the pain. I’d also seen the bruises that showed several days later when one of the boys showed them off to his mates in the toilet.

Knowing another painful experience was forthcoming, I begged him not to hit too hard. “You have to learn to take a good hiding in readiness for when a man takes you into his home and needs to keep you under control, so bend over the side of the bed and spread your legs well apart so I can see your tight little cunt. “Crack!” the impact of the leather on my arse resounded through the room and I screamed at the top of my voice and tried to stand but his hand on my back prevented that and I suffered a further eleven strokes until I felt I couldn’t take much more pain. Only rarely did the worst offenders at school get that many. He must have realised I had taken enough because he stopped but didn’t allow me to rise. After ferreting in the bedside cabinet for a short while he produced a pot of cream and a bottle of blue pills. I knew when he took one, his prick would soon be hard again and rightly guessed he would fuck my arse. First though, he spread cream on my welted buttocks but that didn’t seem to ease the pain very much and I continued to sob. My suspicions I would be arse fucked were confirmed when he ceased rubbing the cream where I needed it and forced it into my hole. My sphincter muscles relaxed a little to let his finger enter and shortly after I felt the bulbous head of his prick against my opening.

I yelled, cried and pleaded but nothing deterred him as he forced his way in a little at a time until, fully in, he started fucking, gently at first and then with longer and more vigorous strokes. Several times I almost fainted from the pain but he obviously enjoyed it and maybe I might have when a certain amount of natural lubricant made it easier, but following the painful thrashing and his body hitting the welts, I just suffered and only felt relief when he loosed his load and withdrew.

Still sobbing pitifully, he lifted me up and carried me to the shower. Fortunately the warm water eased my pain and to my delight, his yo-yo attitude changed and he cuddled and kissed me and afterwards he carefully rubbed a different cream into my bum and this reduced the pain to a bearable level.

Naked, we pottered about and made lunch and in the afternoon he decided to watch football on the TV. I’d no interest in the game, which was just as well because, for the whole match, I had his prick stuffed in my mouth held there by his legs wrapped around my neck. I thought that if I caused him to cum, he would release me but, no, he kept his prick in place and told me to suck very gently for a while. I kept the spunky mess in my mouth for a short time and then had to swallow it.

“There now, you’ve had my cum in all three of your holes and I’ve plenty of pills and we’ve another four hours before your mother comes so I’ll try to use them all again.” He leaned over and squeezed my very tender cheeks and once more I felt his prick start to harden and wondered how many more times he would be able to perform that day.

The game finished and with his team winning, his mood lightened and I found myself being hugged and kissed and then taken to the bed. This time I lay on my back while he took me in the missionary position where every thrust put pressure on my arse but in a way, it stimulated me and I quickly had several climaxes before his seed found its way into my womb or at least most of it did. He’d hardly finished cumming before I found his prick at my mouth and tasting a short spurt before cleaning my juices and his from it.

Despite taking another pill, only an hour remained when he finally got hard and wanted my arse. Knowing all my appeals in the past had failed I quietly knelt on the bed and opened my hole for him to apply a little lubricant and allowed his prick to enter. No gentleness this time. A hard thrust and a fast fuck but with his balls nearly exhausted, it took him ages to cum and my passage became sore and raw before he finally withdrew. Fortunately mother arrived before he could do anything else.

So my dream and masturbating ended. By then the clock showed 4:55 and soon after I drifted off to sleep only to be awakened shortly after by mother calling me to get up. No wonder I fell asleep in Mr. Thornton’s lesson. Throughout breakfast my mind re-lived the scenario I’d made up in the night and I wondered if I’m really a submissive whore at heart like some of those in Michael’s videos. I didn’t think so and my astute mind recognised the difference between the dream pain and the long lasting effects of a true-life thrashing and while in reality I might suffer a mild sexual spanking, I knew a strapping would be out of the question and anyone who tried it, would quickly be ousted from my life.

Ten years later

“Hello Mr. Thornton, Sir.”

“It’s Mary isn’t? Mary Grimwade. Is it still Grimwade?” I nodded. “Well fancy seeing you here. I don’t use this supermarket very often and it must be what, ten or eleven years since I saw you and you were still a teenager. You’ve blossomed considerably since. How’s life treated you?”

“Very well. I’ve just finished university and have a civil service job with the county council. Have you time for a coffee in the cafeteria when you’ve checked out so we can catch up, Sir?”

“Tony, please. Yes I’d like that.”

Over coffee and later when we met again in the local pub for a meal, I learned that he’d married but had divorced after only a short while, and he’d moved schools after one year, because he had a crush on me and didn’t want to get into a relationship that could have serious repercussions for his career. I pointed out that might well have been the case for I too had fallen in love with him and cried for days when he left. We agreed that no such problems now existed in forming a relationship and we’ve booked to go to the theatre later in the week and it looks like our love life is on again after so many years. I just hope he doesn’t remember the day I fell asleep in his lesson and I daren’t tell him the night-time dream that caused it.

Finis