Mr. Teacher

“I couldn’t help it. I was just a born troublemaker.” I grinned for a moment and then shrugged my shoulders.

“I know how to handle troublemakers.” He took a seat on the couch and pulled me across his knee.

“Are you going to spank me, Mr. King?” I looked over my shoulder and bit down on my lip.

“Yes, I am.” He nodded and slid his fingers into the waistband of my panties. “I think we can both agree that you deserve it.”

Gavin peeled my panties off my ass and slid them down my thighs. I wiggled my ass and got a stinging smack in response. A second one followed and his hand moved between my thighs. I moaned when his finger slid across my labia and circled my clitoris. He was the first man to touch it and there was an immediate reaction. My clitoris formed a hard knot underneath his finger and my pussy got even wetter than it already was. After a couple of rotations, he pulled his hand away and delivered another hard smack on my ass.

“I thought spankings were supposed to hurt.” I looked my shoulder again and grinned. “This is just turning me on.”

I definitely shouldn’t have taunted him. He shifted me on his knee and quickly delivered ten hard smacks in a row, bouncing from one side of my ass to the other. They were hard enough to leave a sting behind, even when he stopped. The pain didn’t register for long though, because he immediately started rubbing my clitoris. The combination of his finger and the spanking was like magic between my legs. He moved to the entrance of my pussy and slid the tip of his finger inside me, moving it in a circle.

“Oh god…” I moaned and felt my body starting to quiver from his touch.

“This tight virgin pussy is going to be mine when I decide I want it.” His tone got a little more forceful. “But I think you need a little more punishment first.”

He pulled his finger away and started spanking me again. The smacks were harder, but the fire that was raging inside overpowered the sting. I started to grind my hips against his leg, rising up to meet his hand each time it came down. I had never imagined myself as the type of girl to like that sort of thing, but each time his hand came down, it made my pussy vibrate. I grabbed his pants and twisted the fabric around my fists. I definitely didn’t feel like I was getting punished. I started to moan each time his hand landed, squeezing my thighs to try and amplify the temporary surge of pleasure.

“You like being spanked.” He slid his fingers back to my clitoris. “You want more, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I nodded quickly and started to grind myself against his finger.

“I could keep you over my knee all night and you still wouldn’t pay for all of the naughty things you did in high school.” He pulled his hand away from my pussy and started to spank me again.

The next round was harder than the previous one and lasted even longer. It actually started to feel like punishment, even though my pussy was vibrating underneath the smacks. Just when I thought I was going to squeal, he stopped and started stroking my clitoris. The pain evaporated in an instant as my body embraced his touch. I felt pressure building up inside of me quickly, the same way it did when I pleasured myself. My muscles tensed up for a second, and then the point of no return approached rapidly.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum!” My breathing turned to panting as he continued to circle my clitoris.

“I don’t think you deserve that yet.” He slowly brought his finger to a stop, let it graze along my labia, and then started to deliver another series of smacks.

I knew I probably deserved a good spanking considering all of the things I had done over the course of my life, especially the things I got away with at Glendale High School. The stinging sensations got more intense as he picked up the pace. He had left me so turned on with his touch that I would have endured anything to feel it again. I kept moving my ass up towards his hand, hoping each smack would be the one that ended the punishment and brought his finger back to my clitoris.

“Please…” I whimpered and squirmed on his knee. “Please, let me cum.”

“I wonder how many boys you had begging for the same thing with all the teasing you used to do.” He landed several hard smacks in the center of my ass.

“More than I care to admit…” I slumped my shoulders and sighed.

“It feels different to be on the receiving end, doesn’t it?” He moved his finger to my clitoris, flicked it, and immediately pulled it away.

“Yes!” I nodded and groaned with frustration when the contact I craved was taken away.

“You may have a diploma that says you are a graduate of Glendale High School, but I think there are still a few lessons you can learn from me.” There was a brief pause and then I felt the sting start over as he started spanking me again.

Chapter 4: Gavin

What started as a simple act of foreplay had begun to morph into something different. There was an untapped dynamic that seemed to flourish between us. I liked watching her squirm while she was over my knee, having her perfect heart-shaped ass reddened for a lifetime of bad behavior. She seemed to like being there on the receiving end, especially when I rewarded her with a little bit of touching. She wanted more, but I was going to make her earn it.

“You’re so fucking wet.” My finger slid along her saturated labia and pressed on the entrance of her pussy.

“You’re the one that made me that way.” She moved her hips and forced my finger to rub against her hymen.

“There won’t be anything left of your innocence when I’m done with you.” I stretched her hymen slightly and then pulled my finger free.

“Are you going to let me cum now?” She started to moan as my finger drifted down to her clitoris again.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” I moved in a steady circle as the hard knot reacted to my touch.