Mount Mason High (Coraline & Iron and Wine)

[Iron and Wine]

Mount Mason High School. The bell rang signaling the end of biology class, and already students -most of them juniors- had stuffed their packs and were headed for the door. Others, more dedicated to their education, removed surgical gloves and turned from the dissected frog. The class prankster pretended to have been chloroformed and crossed his eyes. There was a buzz of energy in the air. It wasn't just that it was the end of class, but it was the end of the week, and this weekend was Homecoming weekend with all the requisite parades, tailgates, and parties.

"Remember to read Chapter 13 about adaptive mutation and do the homework problems. And have fun this weekend. Be safe," Professor Eric Duvant called after the students tearing out of class. He sighed. The entire week had been an uphill battle, as students paid more attention to their costumes - variously themed Pirates Day or What-Not-To-Wear-Wednesday - than to academics. Then, Eric remembered the letter he'd found, felt it in his coat pocket, and smiled inwardly.

"Coraline, could you stay after just a minute?"

The first thing someone noticed about Eric was that he had great posture. That is, besides his awfully tacky flannel pants that made him look like a bit of a leprechaun for Flannel Friday. He was an attractive thirty year old, with a boyish face, slight goatee, short cut dusty brown hair, and grey eyes rimmed by wire-frame glasses. Most of all, he stood so straight that students and teachers couldn't help but listen when he spoke. He wasn't a particularly large man, just 6' tall, though he was clearly well built; yet he had a magnetic almost commanding presence, and the stern gaze of a teacher several decades older when he looked over his glasses...as he did with Coraline.

((Photo of Eric: http://www.shutterstock.com/pic.mhtml?id=67873933))

 

[Coraline]

Coraline had been to distracted during her Biology, her mind somewhere else as she cut down the middle of the frog. Then she split it open, examining the insides with a apathetic face as her partner a girl. A girl who's name was Martha looked at it and gagged turning away with her hand over her mouth as she said,"I think I'm gonna throw up."

With Coraline's long wavy dark hair in a low ponytail, she turned her head to her partner with a small amused smile as she said,"You ok?" The girl looked at her with wide eyes as she fanned herself with her other hand. Then the girl nodded her hand going away from her face as she gulped roughly saying,"I'm fine." Coraline's blue eyes scanned the girl then nodded once she knew she was okay, looking to the frog that was split open on the table.

"Female," Coraline said, seeing a line of eggs inside the frog's body, her partner Martha writing it down. The bell rang causing her to look up from the frog, which she had been staring at for a few seconds. She sighed, Friday finally, she thought a smile on her face. Then she took off her surgical gloves, walking over to the sink to wash her hands.

When she walked back to her seat, her partner long gone as she looked up to her teacher hearing him call her. She sighed saying,"Yes?," as she pulled the scrunchie from her hair letting it go down. She didn't have time to talk to her teacher she had to go see if he got her letter. She licked her lips nervously geabbing her bag and putting it over her shoulder. Her black Doc Marten's making a thud sound against the tile floor as she walked to him slowly, clearly not wanting to go talk to her teacher. Her skinny jeans hugged her legs perfect and her floral shirt there as she held her black leather jacket in her hands. Once she reached him she looked up into his eyes expectantly.

She raised an eyebrow as she looked up at him as she stood at 5'5" her boots making her an inch or two taller than her real height. "What is it, Mr. Duvant?," she wuestioned him. Maybe it was about her grades, it surely wasn't about her behavior since she was well-behaved in all her class. Then what could it be, she thought a curious glint in her blue eyes.

 

[Iron and Wine]

Eric watched the rest of the students leave, directing the last one out to close the door. He too rose and scrubbed off his hands. Flicking water off of them, he dried his hands as he looked at Coraline's shoes, traced up her tight jeans, and up to her nubile face. She couldn't be more than 16 or 17.

"You're a junior right, Coraline? I ask because something interesting happened to me this morning as I was on my way to Principal Elpel's office. As I passed the lockers..." Her teacher asked in a normal conversation voice, looking sternly into her eyes. Then Eric seated himself on a desk, with one knee bent so his foot rested on an orange plastic chair, the other planted on the ground with his dark leather shoe glistening from some water that had dripped on it. 

He fished in his jacket pocket for the letter, drawing out this moment.

 

[Coraline]

Coraline furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she said,"Yes I am but you can look that up in the roster instead of asking me." She stated matter-of-factly as she tilted her head in confusion.

She licked her lips keeping eye contact with him,"I don't see what that has to do with me," she said confusion laced her voice. Then she watched him, something fishy is going on and it's not the dead cut up frogs in here, she thought. Her eyes widened as she saw him reach into his pocket pulling out a letter.

Letter. Lockers. This morning,that's when it clicked for Coraline. Her eyes widened her hands beginning to get sweaty as she thought, that couldn't be....

She shook her head she had to play it cool. "What's that?," she said in a squeaky high-pitched voice. So much for playing it cool, she thought to herself. She placed her hands on his desk trying to seem calm but she knew her poker face was slipping through her fingers. That's when she had the idea, play dumb. Yes that's what she would do, she would play dumb.

 

[Iron and Wine]

Eric adjusted his glasses as he pulled a familiar looking letter - opened - that had been sealed with a little red and pink glitter heart sticker. He turned the letter around, and it clearly read: To David, from Coraline, <3

Catching Coraline's eyes widen momentarily, Eric reopened the letter and began to read from it silently. Then, thinking better of it, he paused and folded the letter. Already he felt heat in his flannel pants as his lust stirred at the thought of what she'd written.

"Imagine how surprised I was to find this note half-hanging out of David's locker. You know how school security is about these sorts of things. I was worried it might be a prank or a smoke bomb...But David is such a nice boy, who would do that kind of thing to him?"

"So I opened the letter and I have to say it starts sweetly enough, Coraline, but some of what's written down here is...what shall we say...very provocative and entirely inappropriate for a junior. Now, I've photocopied this letter but I haven't yet brought it to the attention of Principal Elpel. I thought you should read it out-loud first and then explain yourself."

He then leaned across to Coraline and held out the letter for her to take, looking at her sternly over his black-framed glasses.

 

[Coraline]

Coraline bit her lip softly, the hairs on the back of her neck standing. Play dumb. Play dumb, is what she kept chanting to herself. Then she tilted her head looking at the letter as she laughed softly,"This is funny. Um, actually it was a dare."

She said a small nervous smile on her lips,"Cruel dare but I like my hair where it is." Jeez, I can't believe I just nonchalantily lied ....to my teacher, she thought to herself mentally grinning inside her head. Her head seemed to get bigger from her new found ego. She looked him in the eyes before she took the letter softly from him.

"Why didn't you show the principal since you were so close to his office?," she questioned with an eyebrow raised. Then she leaned forward on his desk,"What did you think you were to gain, hmm."

Her blue eyes never leaving his as she thought she wasn't gonna get caught like most teenagers. It all came crumbling down though when he said he had more copies, that ruined her plan of just ripping it and running. Her eyes darted around nervously then meet back with his stern gaze as she said quietly,"What do you want?"

 

[Iron and Wine]

When Coraline leaned further over his desk, Eric got a brief view down her floral blouse, the faintest hint of her developing breasts held firmly by a lace bra. Clearing his throat, Eric - Mr. Duvant to his students - nodded to the letter. "Well, I'm pretty sure if the principal gets ahold of that letter your parents are going to be notified since you're still technically a minor, and what you've written there is inappropriate really. It's likely that David, being an older boy, and his parents could get pulled into it to. Not that it necessarily needs to go that way. I certainly don't want to create trouble for you...or David."

His smile was genuine...genuinely naughty...as he watched her blue eyes and expression change as her rebellious facade and nervousness struggled with each other. He was imagining little Coraline in nothing but her doc martens, spread out on his desk, and he stroked his goatee.

"So I thought you might need someone experienced to talk with about your...situation. But I don't know if I can help you if you're in denial and won't read the letter out loud. Maybe we should just head down to the Principal's office?"

 

[Coraline]

Coraline scrunched her eyebrows together her eyes scanning his face something about this conversation seemed .....different, not a teacher helping a student out but something else she couldn't put her finger on. "It's really just a few innocently naughty words, what's the big deal and I don't see how the school should get involved if a minor is having sex. Especially since I've seen pregnant girls around school and I bet they didn't get questioned, am I correct?"

Her heart thumped fast, her brain working to come up with excuse after excuse. Then she frowned slightly,"Can't you just pretend you've never seen it, Mr. Duvant?," she questioned him, desperation now written all over her face. As she fidgeted in her stance, nervous. She couldn't let David get in trouble for something he had no control over. A girl with raging teenage hormones that wanted to just jump his bones. She licked her lips as her hand ran through her hair.

 

[Iron and Wine]

Eric crossed his legs, resting one hand on the desk naturally. His heart was also beating a bit faster, thinking of the compromising situation he'd presented to Coraline and something in the way she fidgeted turned him on. "I suppose I could be persuaded. I'd just hate to see you get hurt with an older boy when it's pretty clear you barely know what to do with one."

He nodded to the letter, goading her. Drawing a thin silver metallic pen from his pocket, Eric habitually clicked the pen once and it vibrated slightly. He clicked it again and it shut off. "I hope I'm not making you nervous, Coraline. I figured from the way you'd taken to biology, the way you handled that frog dissection, that you wouldn't be bothered by a frank discussion. Boys like David - captain of the football team, valedictorian, 18 - they're looking for something a little more than an 'innocently naughty' love letter. Is there a way you could get some experience under your belt before going after a catch like David?"

That stern stare of his continued, unrelenting. In his mind's eye Coraline was against the wall, lifted up in his two arms scooped under her legs bent with her knees against his shoulders. Already, his member was getting hard fantasizing about her, and the faintest signs of growth were visible thru his flannel pants.

 

[Coraline]

Coraline laughed humorelessly at him as she scoffed saying"You making me nervous now why would that happen, Mr. Duvant?" She questioned getting a little bit in his face.

She then glared at him,"I must say Mr. Duvant the longer we keep this discussion the more unprofessional it and you become. My respect for you as a teacher is quickly diminishing." Her blue eyes looked into his trying to find what he wanted, what he was thinking of by doing this. She hadn't even noticed the growing bulge in her teacher's flannel pants.

Her hand resting a bit to close for her liking to his thigh but with the adrenaline she hadn't even noticed. She then sighed, he was telling her things about David that she knew. Why would a guy David have the time of day to think of me, she had thought. She changed her outlook though cause she didn't want to regret it when she was older but now she regretted ever writing it. Since it was in the wrong hands, the hands of her good-looking teacher. Good-looking, where the hell did that come from?, she thought.

 

[Iron and Wine]

Eric frowned, "Well, I am sorry to hear you don't respect your teachers, Coraline. I guess I don't have much choice then." Sighing as if he really didn't want to pick up the phone, but he does so, looking over at the student roster on his desk to get her family's home phone before dialing it. He covers the phone with one hand, "Who will be at home this time of day? Mom or dad?" She can hear the phone ring on the other end.

The biology lab is quiet for a moment, save for the sounds of a few passing students in the hallway. Surely he was just bluffing? Surely Eric - Mr. Duvant to her - wouldn't advise her parents about a (mostly) innocent love letter? But if he talked with her parents, it was sure to come out at the next parent teacher association meeting, which David'd parents belonged to also. If her letter was discussed then...that would be terrible humiliating.

The phone rang again, and Eric gave Coraline a patronizing smile as he waited for her parents to pick up, his eyes lingering along her legs in those tight jeans for a second longer than they should have.

 

[Coraline]

Coraline stood there with her mouth open as he dialed her parents number. Then after a while when she could hear the phone ringing and he asked who would be home, the wheels in her brain started moving. She was in shock, so she did the only thing she could she put her finger down onto the phone knob.

She pushed it down and watched it hide under her finger then she went in panic mode she just hung up when her teacher was calling her parents. I'm in deep shit, she thought. She looked up cautiously her finger still on it until she pulled her hand away almost has if it had burned her and in a way it had. Maybe not physically but she was going to get burned.

"He he," she laughed nervously, her hand going through her hair, her rebellious facade completely gone.

 

[Iron and Wine]

Looking down at her finger on the receiver of the phone, Eric looked back at this high student in her doc martens, tight jeans, blouse, her dark hair in a ponytail, her not-so-rebellious-anymore blue eyes. He removed his reading glasses and looked at her squarely with disapproving grey eyes. "Well Coraline, if only you could take that sort of initiative - rebelling against your teachers - with boys like David instead of resorting to secret notes." 

Eric stood up and unbuttoned his sleeves, rolling them up as he admonished her. "I believe there was a part in your 'love letter' about wanting to feel David next to you? Ah, I remember now, you wanted him to grab your waist and push you over the desk, isn't that it?" Eric put his hands on Coraline's waist and turned her around so she was facing his desk with her hips against it and he was right behind her.

"Now, I know we've discussed corporeal punishment behaviors in biology class in our segment on the science of brain patterning. Sadly, these have been removed from most schools today." Eric said matter-of-factly, as if discussing last night's homework, but it was with dawning dread that it became evident what he meant. "Unfortunately, sexually harassing a fellow student, such as thru a dirty little 'love letter' is likewise frowned upon."

 

[Coraline]

Coraline just stood there her mouth in a straight line and her face, blank. She had no clue what was going on, it seemed to make no sense to her. Her lips showed the bit of defiance but as she watched him roll his sleeve up and telll her what she wrote.

She, of course, knew what he was talking about as her face turned a light shade of pink. The next thing she knew her face was towards his desk and her teacher was right behind her. She turned a darker shade of red, embarrassed as she said a shaky,"W-What?"

Her face turned to him as she tried to move away but his body trapped her in her place. She turned redder the bulge in his pants pressing up against her as she shook her head. No I'm just imagining things, she thought. She tried to convince herself but deep down she knew."Let g-go of me," she said softly no authority to her words.

 

[Iron and Wine]

Pushing his hips harder against her ass in those tight jeans when she tried to slip away, Eric shook his head. He was the teacher after all. He knew best. "Coraline, about how many words would you say are in that dirty little letter you wrote? You are a bit of a rambling writer, so I'd guess maybe half a page...200 maybe 250? So that's a good number to aim for I think."

Eric leaned back, making eye contact with Coraline, his grey eyes looking at her expectantly, his strong jaw barely hinting at a dirty smile. "One..." His hand met her ass in a medium slap, sending uncomfortable flutters along her legs and stomach. It was slightly painful, but not too bad, at least not yet. "I suppose I could be persuaded to lower that number...and not tell the Principal and your parents about your little note..." He felt himself getting hard, with his hand resting on her teenage ass. "Two..."

 

[Coraline]

When he said she was a rambling writer she commented saying,"I thought you were a Biology teacher not an English teacher." She said trying to make a scowl on her face but it looked more like she was smiling. Until he leaned back which she was grateful for since his bulge was pressed up against her. Letting her know it was actually there but what shocked her most was when his hand came in contact with her ass.

She gasped trying to hide that fact that she enjoyed it just a bit. "How can I persuade you?," she questioned, a light pink tinge left in her cheeks. Then when he smacked her ass a second time his hand resting there, a familiar tingle in between her legs, the tingle she would get with David.

She sighed deeply, before she took deep breathes. No that did not just happen, she thought. But the tingling remained letting her know it was real, she was getting turned on by her teacher spanking her.

 

[Iron and Wine]

Eric looked up through the frosted glass of the closed classroom door. If someone came in he'd be in a lot of trouble, probably fired. Just one more slap, he thought to himself. When his hand reached her other cheek firmly, Eric lightly grabbed and lifted up on Coraline's ass.

"I think detention after school today would be an appropriate place to discuss an alternative," said Eric with a little smile, "that both of us would be satisfied with, Coraline." He slapped her ass one more time, his hand sliding down just over her core.

"I'll see you at detention room D in the extension complex at 4:30."

 

[Coraline]

Coraline gasped when his other hand went to her ass, grabbing and lifting. Her heartrate significantly faster than before as the tingles got a bit stronger. When he suggested detention Coraline's got wide as she turned to him. She wanted to see his face especially after he said 'they will both be satisfied with.' She couldn't help but think it was something other than an actual detention, seeming he was 'spanking' her quite different than an actual spank.

She opened her mouth to talk but instead took in a sharp breathe when his hand slide over her core. "Uh," she said, sounding like a moan and she immediately shut her mouth tightly. He's my teacher!, she screamed silently to herself her face getting red once again as she squirmed in place, trying to recover from her little moan.

 

[Iron and Wine]

He had it all planned now in his head, but when Coraline let out that little moan slightly bent over his desk, Eric's plan went out the window. Fuck the rules, he was going to punish that little cocktease right now! Slapping her ass one more time for good measure, Eric whispered, "You can persuade me for starters by staying....right....there." 

Quickly he went to the biology classroom door, locked it and dropped the shutters down. Most of the school was on lunch break. Moving over to the windows, he lowered all the blinds, leaving the room dimly lit. She's my student! I can't do this! I'll go to jail! However, his lust silenced the voices of restraint. Soon enough, Eric returned to Coraline. "Let's start by...hmm...I see you're not in school spirit for Flannel Friday...so how about we start by taking off your jeans for your spanking?"

She was the perfect height in those boots, and Eric slid his hands around Coraline's hips, unbuttoning and then unzipping her jeans. His hand came down to spank her a fifth time, right above her core, and sliding down to feel her core thru the jeans.

 

[Coraline]

Coraline stayed in place as he left, turning her head to follow what he was doing. He locked the classroom door and shut the blinds which caused her to get a bit scared as she stuttered,"Wh-What are you doing?"

He went back behind her as she watched him with wide eyes and something was off about her teacher. She couldn't do anything now since he was behind her his hands going around her hips causing her to.suck in a shaky breathe. Then his hands went to the button of her jeans. She put her hands onto his trying to get him to stop as she said,"No, Mr. D-Duvant. S-Stop." It seemed her pleas fell on deaf ears as he unzipped her pants. His hand giving her a light spank above her crotch which caused her to jump back. Her butt grinding against his crotch even though she didn't mean to when she jumped back.

His hand going over her core once again and she found herself opening her legs wider for him. A shaky breathe was released as his hand remained there and she squirmed, grinding her ass into his crotch as she squirmed."S-Stop," she plead with him not wanting to feel what she was feeling towards him at the moment.

 

[Iron and Wine]

As Eric felt the teen's core thru her jeans, he was surprised when she opened her legs wider. Just a moment ago she had gasped, and he knew from her dirty little letter that her mind was beginning to blossom with sexual yearnings. He groaned as Coraline's butt grinded against his groin as she jumped. His cock was rock hard no, something about hearing her plead for him to stop turning him on. Would he really do it? Right here in their biology room? So they both could remember what had happened whenever they had class there for the rest of the school year?

"You don't want me making that phone call, do you, Coraline?" Eric slid his hand over her flowery blouse covering her stomach, then down her open jeans over her panties to feel her core. His fingers were firm but pressed only lightly. His other hand began to inch her jeans down, tugging them so her panties on her ass were exposed.

His hand came down hard on her ass, thankfully he cupped it at the last second so the pain wasn't too bad, but the sound was startling. When his hand rested on her ass, Eric slipped his hand between her legs, feeling her pussy lips thru her panties, so that both of his hands were massaging her core. "And you don't want 200 more of those do you? Say 'No, Mr. Duvant.'"

 

[Coraline]

Coraline shook her head no at his question, she didn't want hom to call home. When she felt his hand going down her stomache she froze fearing where he was going and she had an idea too. His hand went into her pants cupping her core causing her to breathe deeply. Her pussy getting a bit wet from the contact as she began to move her hips against his hips.

When his hand came to her ass directly just her panties seperating her ass from his hand, she took in a sharp breathe. With both of his hands massaging her core she moaned a bit louder her hips moving against hos hands. "S-Stop," she pleaded even though her mind didn't want it,her body was ready for the taking. She took deep breathes shaking her head another moan escaping before she said,"N-No Mr. Duvant," she said breathlessly her pussy making her panties damp from her wettness.

 

[Iron and Wine]

Seeing Coraline's innate sexuality take over, her ass moving against his hips, her core bucking into his hands. Her teacher could feel the dampness thru Coraline's panties. "We have 40 minutes till lunch is over," whispered Eric lasciviously into her ear. "And you're going to follow my directions until that bell rings, Coraline. Here's my first direction: Take down your panties and your jeans. You can leave your Doc Martens on, since those never go out of style." Eric had grabbed hold of her dark wavy ponytail as he spoke, easing his press against her hips to give her room to follow his direction.

Pulling back lightly on her ponytail in one hand, Eric used his other hand to unzip his slacks, pulling his potent shaft out. Coraline little moans and pleading for him to stop made Eric rock hard, and all he could think about was fucking this 16 or 17 year old student senseless. He'd noticed her the first day biology class - she was a good student and pretty - but over the course of the semester he'd grown unite infatuated with her tight little body and cute-as-button face. 

"Come on, drop those panties. You know you want your teacher's cock to get you really wet." He whispered with breathless yearning.