Page 7 of The Teacher and the Virgin

I whimpered, wondering what he was going to do. My heart beat frantically and I bit my lip as I watched him walk over to his desk and open his drawer. He took a ruler out and started to slap the end of it against the palm of his hand. Every sharp snap of noise made my pussy clench. By the time he turned back around to face me, I was shaking so badly I could barely stand. I’d heard the termweak in the knees, but never understood… until now.

“There,” he pointed to the desk, then looked at me with those dark, piercing eyes. He’d never once looked at me like this in class. I gulped at the intensity of it. “Bad girls who break school rules need to be taught a lesson.”

Internally, I was jumping for joy amidst the nerves. I realized I didn’t need to worry so much. I needed to stop overthinking. I didn’t need to worry about Mr. Parker regretting his decision and walking away. If he didn’t want to have sex, he would’ve told me I’d been mistaken and asked me to leave. Hell, if he didn’t want me, he wouldn’t have ordered me to be here today, now, exactly one hour after graduation.

Yet here he was, and showing a different, sexier, and wilder side of him the students would never ever see. Only me.

“Are you going to spank me?” I asked, walking to the desk.

When he just stood there, I realized he was waiting. Putting my hands on the cool wood, I bent my torso over the desk.

He didn’t waste any more time and walked to my side.

“Bad girls get spanked on the bare. Lift the uniform, please.”

Oh my god.

Reaching back, I slowly lifted the hem of my plaid skirt, shimmying my hips as I did so that it rested up about my waist.

I turned my head and saw that he was just staring at my panty clad bottom, jaw clenched.

“No panties, Jane. If you’re giving your pussy to me, that means it needs to be bare and available to me at all times.”

His hands found their way to the elastic of my white lace panties and tugged them down so they rested just above my knees. I could feel the cool air on my bare skin, knew he could seeeverything.

The ruler came down with a crack and I startled. The searing heat of it had me gasping.

“Passing notes is not allowed.”

He swung the ruler again. I hissed out a breath as it struck a new spot.

“What do you say to that, Jane?” he asked, striking again.

The sting was sharp and hot, but not overly painful. In fact, it only made me wetter. He had to be able to see the effects the spanking was having on me.

He dropped the ruler onto the desk with a clatter.

This time, when he spanked me, it was with his bare hand.

I gasped.

“Jane?”

“No, sir. I mean, yes, sir.” I didn’t know how I was to answer him. I’d forgotten what the question was as his palm stroked over my heated flesh.

“Do you like being over my desk like this? Punished by your teacher, you bad girl?”

“Yes, sir,” I said. That was the truth and he knew it. I wouldn’t be here otherwise. He wouldn’t be spanking me otherwise.

“Do you like the idea that anyone might come in and see just how naughty you are?”

I hadn’t thought about anyone else, only Mr. Parker. I squirmed on the desk, nervous all of a sudden.

“Mr. Park—” I began, but I was cut off when his finger slid over my slick folds, then started to circle around my clit. He started out slowly at first, the feeling building up inside me, until he started to pick up his pace. “Pleasefinger me,” I moaned and begged. “Please, sir.” I wanted him inside me.

“Patience, Jane,” he said, never stopping the movements of his finger. “Great things come to those who wait. Just leave it to me.”

I closed my eyes and nodded my head, as he leaned forward, his chest against my back. We were now both bent over the desk. “Before you know it, I’ll have my dick in you, pushing in and out and feeling everything inside you. But finger you? What a naughty idea. The first thing you’ll feel in that virgin pussy will be my cock.” To make his point, he ground his pants against my tender ass, all the while his finger pleasured my clit.

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