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The Perfect Teacher (Andy & Tyr)

Those words, those sweet words uttered from the lips of a man that had already changed her life, were all she needed really. Callie’s mind felt such a relief as she knew it was okay to let go. All her struggles to not release, to contain her orgasm in an effort to please him, were finally over. A smile, soft and barely there, took over her sweat glistening face as she comprehended what he had said. A few quick pants, and she felt his hand, his fingers, caressing her pussy. It wasn’t the slow touch of a lover as he warms his lover with foreplay. It was the vigorours manipulations of a teacher willing his student to revel in the very thing she had begged for. Wanting to please him still, longing for her release, her body gave into him and her own lustful desires. She felt the familiar, gripping sensation take over her clit as she opened the door mentally ushering it in. Her knees fell open wider still as her head lulled back. Glossy eyes stared up at the fluorescent light that ran along the ceiling over his desk illuminating them both as she felt the warmth spread not only through her pussy and hips, but through her entire body. It traveled down her legs into her curled toes. Moving up along her spine, her body shuddered. Her pussy was flooded with her own sweet nectar. “I’m cumming Sir.” The words were soft, almost whispered. Perhaps she felt a little embarrassed. Maybe she was just being gentle. Either way, she made sure he heard them.

His fingers never stopped, never gave her a moments relief, and she was glad. She didn’t want him to stop. Though the thought filled her with such a fear, such a nervous excitement, she wanted him to go further. She wanted to see exactly what this man could do to her. Would he ever go any further than making her cum in his classroom? She didn’t know, but she wondered. On some levels, she hoped, and that was something that truly scared her. Callie was becoming more aware of her own thoughts and desires. It was something had coaxed out from the darkness. She had kept her feelings high on the shelf for so long. Mr. Emerson had seen them on the shelf, decided he wanted to take a better look, and demanded that she retrieve them. In doing so, she took a better look, a long, lingering look, and now she was sharing them with him.

Her hips jerked. There was no graceful movement to it. Callie didn’t know how to be sensual, or even sexy, with moving her body. The last of her orgasm fleeting from her, she was jolted by a few lasting tremors as she gasped for air. “Does it always….feel this good….Mr. Emerson,” she asked. Her question was so innocent. Callie brought her gaze to him. “Please. Let me clean those for you.” She knew she had spilled her juices all over his hand as he had rubbed her pussy. Not giving him a moment to reply, she reaches between her legs, taking his wrist. She could smell her own arousal, her own climax, before she even got his fingers to her lips. Pausing, she inspected the glistening digits. A smile, one of a hungry child about to indulge in a special treat, came over her face. She leaned forward slightly as she pushed one of his fingers into her mouth. Suckling him clean, her eyes met his. The taste was exquisite. She savored it as her tongue washed over his finger as her lips touched his hand. His entire finger reaching towards the back of her throat. Slowly she withdrew his clean finger only to repeat with each and every finger on his hand. “All clean,” she whispered to him. “Sir.”
 
The euphoric look that came over the young woman’s face as she gave in to the pleasure so long pent up, her body reveling in the release; he eyes almost shocked in look as her body shuddered and shook through her powerful orgasm. Jake’s fingers played her young inexperienced body for maximum effect, knowing the impact it would have. Jack wasn’t interested in making love, or some long drawn out subtle approach to a conventional relationship. Yes, he was teaching her, nurturing her, but it all was for a most satisfying purpose. For each thing he did was a step further down a very specific path, one he knew where it led and she probably didn’t, at least not totally yet. He knew he was tightening a chain about her, and that in not much time there would be no escape for her, and if he did it right, she would have no desire to escape. The moisture that now puddled on his desk was a testament to the progress and pleasure that journey so far had achieved, and he had no doubt she was eager for more. Like an addiction, the thrills would bring a craving for more. For those same desires and needs were being met within himself by her capitulation.

Does it always feel this good, well most of the time it does. You just have learn what your body likes, and learn to trust for there are so many ways to feel pleasure.

Jake’s fingers at her bequest slid into her mouth so she could taste the pleasures of her submission. In this he let her lead, as he stood between her legs and watched her work her luscious lips procure all the slippery slime that clung to his fingers. Smiling he looked down between them, enjoying the sight of her still splayed open, her pinkness nestled in her furry bush but inches from his clothed manhood, her mind and attention on his fingers, while his was on far more.

Well done! I approve. However, I have another class in a little while, so we much call this for now.

Taking her hand, he helped her down, and then reaches for her panties in his in box. Taking them he doesn’t offer them back but instead uses them to clean his desk, before he puts them away in a drawer for safe keeping. He knew she would be watching, so he turns back to her with a smile on his face. Leaving her nothing to wipe was dripped down her legs.

Now I expect to see you in class tomorrow, and this time no panties, and oh yeah, I want your little pussy all smooth and clean, no hair. Now off with you.

Yes, he was being a little dismissive, but he also knew exactly what he was doing, leaving her wanting for more. Like a moth to the flame he was drawing her in, making each encounter a little more exciting, a little more thrilling, as each built on the last. Each time he pushed her further, asked more of her, and hopefully increased the pleasure she was receiving.
 
There was something sensual in his touch as he helped her down. Callie didn’t want him to let go. The skin on skin contact sent electricity through her. It wasn’t her breasts, her hot, virginal and yet willing pussy. It was just her hand, her fingers touching his as well, and it was enough. The contact she had experienced thus far with this man was erotic despite the fact he had laid her down and tasted of her most innocent secret. Her most precious gift already given to him, and she wasn’t even aware of it. In her mind, her virginity was her most valuable treasure she could have given to him. Her willing nature, her eagerness to submit to this man was more precious than she ever knew.

She passed through the door, looking over her shoulder, not even aware of the other students that passed by her. Down the halls, crowded with smelly bodies, loud chatter about mindless, insignificant gossip, and raging hormones from boys who would blow their loads far too quickly if they only had half a clue of the valuable asset passing right by them, she continued on, lost in her own little world. It wasn’t the wrapping that was so important, and yet it was what the boy’s one track minds focused on the most. Had they taken one day, just a few minutes to actually talk to the girl, to show her some attention, perhaps she would have melted for them. As it was, their loss was Mr. Emerson’s gain.

That night at home, Callie stood in the bathroom, naked, gazing at her own body before looking at the array of razors she had purchased. Having never done anything like this, she was nervous, but her mind kept replaying his words. ‘Now I expect to see you in class tomorrow, and this time no panites, and oh yeah, I want you little pussy all smooth and clean, no hair.’ Her hands grasped the razor as she disappeared into the mists and steam of the shower. Taking her time to make sure his commands were followed to the letter, she didn’t come out until her body was smooth and free from hair. Wiping the mirror, she once more admired her body. She looked different, and with that, came a new attitude. Though she felt awkward and more exposed, she felt sexy as well.

The next day she entered his class wearing a skirt once more. It was the same length as the one from the day before. This time her hairless pussy was exposed from the moment she walked in. She took her seat, her heart racing, pounding in her ears. Swallowing her throat was dry, and her hands felt clammy. She watched him. There was no way she could take her eyes off of him. “Good afternoon Mr. Emerson,” she greeted him passing by to her desk. “Oh, and I uh….did my homework. Sir. All of it.” Even speaking those words, made her weak, nervous, and wet. His eyes. As she looked into them, they seemed to see right into her. He was the only person, the only man, she had ever met who could see her, and she liked it. Callie wanted more of it. Taking her seat, she looked back in his direction. The night before, after her shower, she had pulled out her yearbook from the year before. Turning the pages, she searched for the teachers, and there he was. She had smiled as she whispered his name. Even now looking at him, her mind filled with his name. She longed to call him that, and perhaps someday, he would tell her to call him by it. Until then, she would have to settle for moments alone when she could utter the name that drew a smile to her lips and made her cunt drip. Jake.
 
Jake as a teacher had come to understand no matter how much he wanted his students to learn, to be the best that they could, some would and others wouldn’t. His expectations were the highest for those that were his special students, the ones he took the extra time to show them that there was more to life than simply just a book education. Each day Jake was getting a little more confident that Callie was going to work out, that she was going to be an exceptional student in all regards. He nodded as she sauntered in giving him a greeting with a nice ‘Sir’ attached; then letting him know she’d gotten all her homework done. The information pleased him, as she was clearly taking to commands quickly and willingly. All he did was nodded his head in acknowledgement as other students streamed in the class to take their usual positions. As soon as everyone was seated he moved up to the center of the class, and continued with the prior class’s discussion of the exhaust system, just trying to reinforce the prior material, before moving on to something new for all of his students.

So if everyone is clear on this, it’s time to move to do some practical work. We’ll split into teams of two, since we have an odd number anyone who doesn’t find a partner will be with me. We’re going to remove and reinstall the same muffler back onto our project cars. So team up, get into your work clothes, and get out to your cars.

Jake looked over his class, taking special note of his newest student, seeing if she really did finish her special assignment. He didn’t stare too long knowing the effect seeing her little bare pussy would have on him. Not only did he like a clean smooth slit, but it only made a girl look younger and someone of Callie’s tender age more so. He’d done it not only because he liked the look, but he knew she would not only feel exposed but sexy. Given her age and probable lack of sexual experience, he wanted her to start thinking about herself in a sexual manner, to remind her of the changes he was bringing to her body and mind. Each thing he demanded of her was one more step closer to his ultimate goal, a goal that would in time he would reveal to her.

I want the muffler removed and brought to your benches, examined and checked before putting it back.

What the students didn’t know was each muffler had a problem and if examined properly would be revealed. Also most of the mufflers were a bolt or bracket broken or missing.

Anyone not finished will have to either come in right after class or after school to make sure it’s done. So let’s get changed and moving.
 
Pair up. Two dreaded words to most in high school. She watched with and increasing sense of despair as the guys paired up with each other, and the few girls in the class didn’t even acknowledge her. ‘I won’t have a partner. I’ll have to work with…..” Her thoughts halted as she looked up at him. ‘The teacher. I’ll have to work with Mr. Emerson.’ She gulped. Her feelings had now changed. Pressing her thighs together, she listened to the others as they moved from their desks, moving them along the floor slightly as they were in a rush to complete the task at hand. The sounds of the girls engaging in the usual mindless gossip mixed with the sounds of the guys as they filed in behind them. Still she sat there, her eyes fixed on his. There was no attempt to hide it, nor the slow smile melting on her face. ‘He wants me to work with him. Okay. Teach me.’ Her thighs were still pressed together tightly as she placed her hands flat on the desk. She was aroused already at just the thought of spending time with him, working one and one with him. They would be in close proximity, and she liked that. She would be able to feel him, to smell him, to feel the burn of his gaze as he explained everything to her. The thought of even his clothes touching her skin, the accidental brush of his body to her own, parted her lips as she exhaled slowly.

It was the touch of another male student, bumping her shoulder, that took her from her reverie. “You gotta go change,” he laughed. “You actually have to move to the work area to do that. Trust me. We won’t look. You got nothing to see anyway,” he teased as he moved past her. “I thought you were smart.” She looked after him, her feelings hurt, but he had reminded her of something Mr. Emerson said. She would have to change her clothes, and she did not have on any panties. ‘How am I gonna change my clothes with no panties on? They’ll all see.’ Callie rose and went to the work area, grabbed her coveralls to change into, and looked around at the other students. While the girls had found a place to change into away from the prying eyes of the boys, she knew she couldn’t go there. They already found great pleasure in teasing her with her clothes on. They would be merciless if they found out her current state. She couldn’t wait for them to finish with the small parts closet they were in either. That would take too much time, and it would open her up to more teasing about being shy about her body. Granted she was shy about her body, that was not the reason for her need to change in private today.

Turning around she saw his office, and her hand quickly reached for the doorknob opening the door. Once inside she closed the door and locked it. Feeling safe behind closed doors now, she began to undress. Her fingers worked the buttons on the top part of the dress she had on before she slide it down her arms. The fabric fell, loose, around her ankles leaving her standing there in her bra and nothing else. She began to wonder what it would be like if he was there with her. ‘Would he want to suckle my nipples? Would he want me to suckle his nipples?’ A smile on her face as her fingers lightly grazed her nipples. She could see his face in her mind. He had no idea what he did to her. The teenage fantasy of an older man, a teacher, wanting her. Anyone wanting her would have been enough, but the fact it was him, only made it better. She didn’t feel the romantic roses and a special love song crush the other girls wrote all their notebooks about. It wasn’t the thing hallway chatter and late night phone calls and slumber parties were for. This was so much more, and she was going to consume it all, let it burn bright for as long as Mr. Emerson would fuel the fire.
 
The students in one uniform mob, rose up to get changed and into the shop, bodies going in all directions at once. The level of conversation rose and rose as everyone started to chat at once, Jake just standing there ignoring it, his eyes occasionally check his newest student to see if she got paired or not. Being the newest her only chance was a guy hoping for a chance, but giving her social standing within student body hierarchy, he was sure that she didn’t garner much attention from her male peers. As the students paired off, they began moving to the shop to begin their assignment, and it wasn’t long till his newest student was in need of a partner. So while she changed, he went into the shop to help the other student briefly. When she finally made it to the shop he peeled off to get her started.

You’re going to be at a little disadvantage as I’m the teacher. You ask for the tool, I’ll get it, but I’m not going to have all the correct tools laid out for you in advance. It not fair since I know exactly what you need, for me to do that. Now under there with you. I’ll stand here getting you tools and answering any questions the other students may have.

The whole exchange was professional and absolutely what was expected between teacher and student. Her outfit did little to convey what a nice young figure she had, or that she was missing a critical article of clothing. Each student had a creeper to get under the car, as the shop didn’t have enough car hoists for all the cars. As Callie called out tools, he would find them in the toolbox, and then bring them to her. Jake knew full well, that a professional mechanic would lay out all the tools her needed in advance, saving the time of going back and forth. He wouldn’t correct her if she called out the wrong tool or size, which was part of learning. Jake would stop when another student came up to ask a question or need something, slowing down the process just a little.

Anything you need just let me know.

He said as he knelt down to give her a tool, one hand holding the tool out the offer resting high on her leg, knowing each time he move the fabric of her work outfit, that its course material would rub her exposed womanhood. Most mechanic’s jump suits would had a rather tall seem right at the groin, which would be of little concern if you were a guy or even a woman with underwear on. Jake took an effort to not overtly touch her private area, but rather subtly to. A tool dropped softly between her legs, a handle rubbing her there instead. At no time did he risk discovery, but neither did he give her respite. When she took or handled back a tool, he reached out for her hand, his fingers clasping her delicate appendages, then sliding back towards the tool, till he had grip of it.

Is this the tool you need? Is this the tool you want?
 
Callie didn’t know what to think. His touch, the way he did certain things, it was all driving her crazy. Her focus was never on the task at hand for long. Instead she found herself thinking about his hand as she took a tool from him, his voice as he spoke to her, and of course back to their encounters. Things were certainly building, and she liked it. The feelings he stirred within her were new and exciting, and at the same time, there was a nervous energy there as well. It was the unknown. She had an idea of what was going to happen between them, but Callie was literally too afraid to even allow herself to think about if for more than two seconds. She would tell herself, ‘there’s no way. Forget it,’ and that was as far as she would let those thoughts creep into her subconscious. She shakes from her thoughts as he asks his question. A grin on her face, feeling safe that he can’t see it. “Maybe. I mean yes. I mean no. I mean,” she pauses. “Yes Sir. That’s the tool I need for this job.” She had to pick her words carefully as she knew what he was doing with his question. ‘You are something Jake. That’s for sure.’ She shifted, feeling the moisture between her legs as the coveralls continue to tease her. She could have whispered for him to stop. She could moved her body more. She didn’t because she knew this is what he wanted to do, to taunt her. Plus she was rather enjoying it if she was honest.

She heard the bell sound suddenly, and her eyes opened wide. Sliding from under the car, she watched as the other students had not only finished but changed as well. They were filing out of the room, and she slowly rose watching them leave. “That’s impossible,” she finally says. “They had more time than I did. Their cars were easier to work on. No! You don’t understand. I never fail at anything. There is no way I failed at this. No way!” She threw the tool she had in her hands and threw it across the room. “No way! Do you hear me Jake?” As soon as she spoke his name, the reality of her rant hit her like a ton of bricks. She covered her mouth with her greasy hands. Shaking her head slowly, she told him, “I’m so sorry Sir. I don’t know what….came over me. I’ve never done anything….like that in my whole life. I shouldn’t have..I’m sorry. Please. Forgive me. I’ll stay after class..to finish.” It wasn’t the outburst that struck her the hardest. It was the fact she called out his name that her cheeks burning red. Her face painted the picture of what she was feeling with hues of crimson. Her breathing increased, and her body trembled slightly. It was a reaction she could not control, and one it was clear he had to have seen. Just speaking his name, that sweet, sexy name, was enough to start her down the path she had traveled at his hands before.

She looks away from him. Heading to where the tool landed, she bends over picking it up. “Just tell me when you want me to stay. Sir.”
 
Jake saw the frustration grow in the young woman, as she failed finish in a timely fashion. Clearly she was a woman used to being the best, the fastest, the smartest, and not failing. And so for a moment the normally reserved girl let loose with a small outburst as the bell signaled the end of class. So he stood there stoically not responding as she let loose with her ire, saying nothing as she used his first name when addressing him. Soon enough she was apologizing and asking for forgiveness which at least showed her inclination, though not the wisdom of her outburst. She quickly went from on the defensive to the offensive, by giving him a litany of reasons why it wasn’t her fault. As before he stood there letting her make her say, never flinching, but neither did he nod in affirmation, as he didn’t agree. Finally he answered her.

You will come back to this classroom after school, and make up for your mistake. I expect better from you.

The tone wasn’t cruel, but what one would expect from a teacher that was dissatisfied with his pupil. There was just a hint of disappointment, to his words, though he hadn’t called her an outright failure. Still her actions were clearly not acceptable, nor her response to not completely the required work. Jake wouldn’t be upset with any student failing to complete this project, but he was not pleased with the way she handled it. This however, gave him an opportunity to further her special education, and there was no reason to delay it.

However before than we have to deal with something, come follow me.

He indicated for her to follow him to his office, where he closed the door behind them. Having yet not given her any idea of why he directed her here.

Get out of your outfit.

The words were strong and sharp, the command and authority of them clear. She was being told what to do, not being asked, there was no’ please’ or ‘could you’ about them. If and once she complied with his demand, he would issue another.

Now bend over the desk.

He knew exactly what he was doing, again exposing her, making her vulnerable. Leaving her no place to hide or any clothes to hide in, making her condition and state available to his inspection. He wwould step in behind her, his hand gently caressing her backside, one hand petting her hair as he speaks.

What you did in my class today is unacceptable. I will not tolerate it. Do you understand?

And even as she prepared to answer, his hand tighten in her hair gaining control of her head as the other hand rises and falls on her bare ass.
 
‘I expect better from you.’

Truthfully Callie expected better from herself as well. Never mind what any teacher thought of her. It was always her ambition, her goal, to be the best at anything she put her mind to, and Callie was accusomted to achieving any task set before her. ‘I expect better from me, and I will get it. One way or another, I will.’ Her thoughts unspoken as she felt she had already pushed the envelope a bit too far with a teacher. First her outburst and then to be so bold as to address him by his first was too much for any teacher. Certainly behaving in such a manner was never something she did. Callie prided herself on always conducting herself in a better fashion than what she had displayed. There wasn’t anything he could have said that would have made her feel any worse than she already did.

“Yes Sir,” she replied. As he continued, leading her to the his office, she followed in silence. Callie couldn’t imagine what he was doing. ‘Perhaps he’s writing me a detention slip. That would be great. This would be a tarnish on my record. Colleges would see this. A spot on my perfect record all because I failed a class project in shop class.’ Once inside his office though, his words caught her by surprise. Despite the fact they had been so intimately close, she was still shaken to be told to get out of her outfit. Callie knew he had seen her naked before. He had his face in her pussy tasting her. There was no need to feel shy, and yet she did. Still she nodded and began to remove the coveralls. Each movement slow, almost as if she were stalling, when in truth she was nervous. She knew once the fabric slid from her body, she would be naked, bare for him to see. Her fingers grasped the coveralls and began to pull them down until gravity took over landing them in the floor around her ankles. She stepped free from them, and he immediately directed her further.

Again she nodded, clearly shaking a bit more now. She had an idea as to what he was going to do, but somewhere in the back of her mind a voice assured her he wasn’t going to do what she feared he was about to do. She bent over at the waist, her breasts pressing into the desk. Her arms and hands were outstretched in front of her. She could feel the edge of the desk with her fingertips. The wood was unforgiving, cold, and hard. Her feet were shoulder length apart allowing the air in the room to kiss her pussy.

She relaxed to his touch. There was nothing menacing about his tone. His words cut through the silence in the room in a soothing way. She opened her mouth, ready to answer, when she felt his grip tighten and the sharp pain impact on her ass. Her eyes were wide and instantly wet. She froze, every muscle in her body tight. ‘He’s spanking me. He’s really spanking me.’ The sting radiated from underneath his hand. His words still hung heavy in her ears, she felt the need to answer him. “Yes..Sir,” her voice reflecting her shock, her pain. Callie wanted to turn her head to look at him, but his grip prevented that. “How..many..times..Sir? Sh-Should I..count them..off?” She wanted to cry, and that was clear in her voice. It wasn't just because of the pain she felt from one smack on her bare ass. No. It was a combination of things. The disappointment in herself, from him, and from what she knew was still to come with this spanking. The first smack was done and over with. She only had the slight ache in her ass to remind of her, and that would subside, but she knew it was just the beginning. Mr. Emerson might not take it too easy on her. There was no telling how many smacks he would give her. As they continued to punish her skin, she knew the effects it would have. Redness, burning, aching, and pain. She swallowed hard, her nerves taking over, as she waited for his answer.
 
Jake watched and gauged the young things reaction to his orders. Knowing she was unsure and didn’t know what was expected of her, she still complied. Though he was pleased he didn’t show any reaction, instead he continued with the stern look as she bent over his desk, her confusion clearly displayed on her face.

How many times? Did I ask you to talk? Did I command you to count?

Before she could answer, he did with both a verbal and another smack to her ass.

No I did not! So you will not count, nor will I tell you how many times this is going to happen.

Again the hand came down to land on her ass. He was doing this on purpose, counting would not only give her a distraction, but a clear conclusion to this, and he wanted neither. He wanted her not to know how long this was to go on, or to allow her to count, because that gave her control, and control was something with him, she was going to have to get used to not having. The strong hands working as a team, one firmly grasps her hair and thus her head, as the other rose and fell. The hand lands in the precise spots desired, mostly on the soft cheeks of her ass, and a few just a little lower and between her legs, knowing what effect it should have upon her.

If you are going to serve me, than you will do so to the absolute best of your ability. I do not accept nor will I condone poor or half assed performance. Still that’s not why you are being punished is it?

The hand rose and fell onto her tight ass cheeks, the area changing color from the impact of his strong hand upon them. The force was enough, not enough to bruise, but enough she would remember it.

You will not disrespect me in private or in public, and if you do than much like the small child throwing a tantrum, you can be clear that you will be punished.

The hand lands on her inner thigh, rising yet again. Jake made sure to change up the pacing so she wouldn’t know exactly when his hand would fall or where. Keeping her off balance would further reinforce the feeling she had no control and that she was at his total mercy. The hand rose and fell a few more times, till it came to a stop, not to give her relief, but to confirm her condition.
 
Callie yelped, feeling tears already starting to threaten her eyes. She wanted to nod her to head to him, to show him some form of understanding, but she was so taken, so shocked, by what was happening to her that all she could manage to do was stand there, trembling, accepting each of his smacks against her exposed ass. His hand was relentless, punishing her, and yet at times, he seemed to be teasing her as well. The blows landing between her legs, exacting some form of punishment to her slit as well. She could feel it, vibrating up to her clit, when his hand would land in the spot she secretly began to wish for. Only every so often would her wish be granted, and Callie found some reprieve when her body was struck in just the right place. She wanted to thank him. Strange as the thought was to her, she wanted to thank him, but the words were just a lump in her throat. Her ass was warming. The skin, no doubt, had to be glowing red. A thought that oddly enough seemed to bring her some form of satisfaction. I’m taking his punishment,’ she thought. ‘I’m taking it.’ She was proving she could, and would, withstand whatever he saw fit.

“No Sir,” she answered, her voice strained and on the verge of cracking. The first tear fell down her cheek and dripped to his desk. She made no effort to wipe it away or move. Her hands gripped the desk, her eyes clenched shut tight, and she hissed through gritted teeth. There seemed to be no end to this, and she hadn’t counted in her head. With no idea how much she had endured, and no light at the end of the tunnel, Callie began to groan. His pace was never the same, and she had no idea where his massive hand would land. It was all so deliciously confusing to her, and yet her ass ached. “Yes Sir! If I act like a child….I’ll be punished. No disrespecting you! Ever! I promise! I’m sorry!” She was yelling at him. Her actions were far from under her own control. She wanted to raise her feet to try and shield her bottom from his blows, but Callie knew that would be a terrible mistake. “I’m sorry Sir,” she spoke, regaining some of her composure. Her face was now stained with several tears, and their resting place was his desk. It was littered with tiny, wet dots from her release.

When his hand finally came to rest, she could feel his eyes on her body. She knew he was inspecting his work, and she hoped he was pleased with the results. A spanking was something she never expected, and even more so was how she actually enjoyed certain parts of it. His grip to her hair even seemed to have a strange effect on her. ‘He’ll notice,’ she thought. ‘He’ll notice how wet I am from this. Will he be angry? This was still a punishment. It hurt. I learned my lesson, but will he be angry I enjoyed part of it?’ She wanted to hang her head in shame for how wet her pussy had gotten, but those fingers laced in her hair prevented that. Instead she was forced to remain under place under his scrutinizing gaze.
 
When was it really punishment and when was it really pleasure. Jake saw, heard and felt her response, as the strikes landed. Though he couldn’t be sure ever, what her response would be, he had his guesses, and as sticky wet nectar of her pussy clung to his fingers, he confidently knew he’d been right about her. As she apologized and promised to do better, Jake actually smiled just a bit, because he believed it. She’d never once protested the punishment, and from the feel and sounds of it, appreciate that he’d been strong with her. He continued to hold her bent over his desk, leaving her like that bare and defenseless, so she could think about not only what he’d done, but how she herself reacted. This was part of her special education, and he knew a smart girl like her would be thinking about it, trying to understand it, maybe even rationalizing it. He was a teacher, so too he was a guide and he was showing her the path that was available to her, if she could see it.

Good, I’m glad we understand each other.

The momentary smile already gone, as he talked to her, the whole time holding her down and playing with her pussy. The very same hand that had so expertly administered punishment now rubs her slick hairless pussy. The wetness not only coats them but smeared across her crotch as he pleasured her.

Oh did you think what I just did was your punishment and that it’s over?

She learned that simple pain could be pleasurable, but now she would realize that pleasure could be punishment. So with her firmly bent over his desk, naked and completely in his control, his skilled fingers began to administer the real punishment. She would feel pleasure, but get no relief, her body would cry and whimper, and he would show it who was master. The strong fingers of his hand clenched her lovely locks as his fingers delved into her young soft moist flesh.

You have taken from me respect, are you now going to pay it back in kind? Are you going to show me you can be obedient, respectful and polite?

The long fingers massaged both his little asshole, and the little nub begging for attention, between the soft fold of her wet pussy. All enough to keep her aroused, just not enough to let her cum. Again and again, he would now bring her close to that peak, but then let her slide back down, like a mountain with a peak she could never reach. If she seemed too eager, he would again slap her ass, to remind her who was in charge, and who wasn’t. Her body was his, even if she didn’t know or understand it, and it was for him to decide when and if she would have pleasure.

Remember what I told you? You can only cum when I allow it.

Then with almost cruelty, he stuck he finger out, aimed right at the little tight recently shaved pussy.

Now fuck my finger.
 
His fingers probed her, and her worst fears became a reality. ‘He knows.’ Skillfully he inspected her, and Callie could feel the proof of her arousal painted across her sex. Her face was a deep shade of red, and yet, she held her tongue. She did not move an inch. Secretly she began to wish he would just spank her again. It wasn’t so that this could be over. No. No. No. Strangely Callie was attracted to what he had done. It was something she couldn’t rationalize in the slightest. Though he had caused her pain, embarrassed her, made her feel less than the girl she knew she was, she still wanted more. Her skin still felt the dull ache of his punishing hand, the warmth was still present, and yet she would have given anything for one more smack from him. It was a thought she tried to push from her mind as he inspected her because she knew that one single thought was enough to drive her even further into ecstasy.

“Y-Yes Sir. I did.” There was a moment of shock. ‘More? He’s going to do more? Oh please,’ she begged as a cold sweat broke out across her forehead. His grip tightened, and she soon found out he did in fact have more planned. She was glad he couldn’t see her face. Her mouth hanging open, her eyes glazed over with a deer in the headlights look, before the first moan slowly seeped from her throat must have been quite the sight. Knowing he was behind her, unable to see, Callie was able to not worry about what she must look like as she let go. His fingers touching her, working her clit, sent shivers along her spine. She could feel her legs weakening as they trembled, knowing her own climax was coming. Though she was held down, Callie felt free. She was always so afraid of what others thought of her, so much so, she became a wallflower in every social situation. Not being seen was always the main goal. Knowing the prying eyes of the man controlling her, commanding her, were at her back, there was no need to be afraid of what he would think at her expressions of pleasure. She didn’t have to look into eyes worrying that he thought of her as a slut as her pussy grew wetter the more he massaged her. “Yes Sir. I’ll be..obedient, respect….respectful and polite.”

As she climbed higher and higher, her pussy fully coating his fingers, the moans growing louder, she was sure he was going to let her cum, but then the reality of his punishment was revealed. He stopped. Her entire body protested. Instead of an outward relief, it was as if all that built up energy shot through her. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together tightly, to grind her clit into the desk, anything to find some relief, but Callie knew her place. She had just promised so much to him, and her word would not be broken. Though her resolve was fading, being torn to shreds, she would stand firm. Each time he repeated this process, her body began to ache even more. Her clit literally hurt, pulsating, until his touch would return. The relief was always short lived though as he would push her, sending her to that edge, only to have her teeter there. Her head lulled forward, pulling against his hand. Strands of her hair pulled painfully so at her scalp. Tears pricked her eyes, as her clit became a painful, throbbing nub between her legs.

“Yes Sir. I….I remember.” He was proving just how much control he had over her and her pleasure. He was showing her real punishment. Just when she thought this could not get any harder on her, he issued his order. Swallowing hard, she knew this would be difficult. Callie had never fucked anything in her life. ‘What if I get it wrong? What if I’m bad at it? What if he doesn’t like it?’ From the corner of her eyes, she searched for a door, a window even. Her primal instinct to run was starting to kick in, clouding her mind. ‘NO! Not this time.’ Running away had never solved anything for her, and frankly she was tired of it. Callie wanted to see where this would go, and to be perfectly honest, she was enjoying him and his lessons. With more resolve than she had ever mustered, she lowered her body slightly to his finger, feeling his slide inside her with ease. She had something inside her. It was a moment, a realization, that made her stop. It felt strange and yet perfect. She smiled, again aware he couldn’t see, before moving against him. Each time his meaty digit sank into her depths, Callie groaned. It didn’t take her long to pick up her pace and for her fears to melt away. Faster and faster she worked her slit against him, pausing at times to simply feel him. It was the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced. Her orgasm was rising, she was panting, whimpering, almost ready to explode all over him. “Can I cum Sir? Please! Can I cum? I want to! I promise I’ll be good!” He would clearly be able to see the need, the hunger, in her pleading. Though she was so close, she didn’t stop, nor did she give in and cum, but Callie knew she wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
 
Poor thing, Jake could only imagine how agitated and aroused she was, but she needed to learn her lesson. The look of concern and the almost panic on her face, and yet she never moved, never flinched and accepted what he demanded of her. Looking down he watched as her pussy fuck his finger, as far as it would go, the length of it coated in her arousal. She thoroughly painted its length with her pussy cream as her hips undulated and moved. Jake knew the slightest effort and he could make her cum, give her the relief her body so desired and he didn’t. She answered back that she remembered, and that she understood what was being asked of her. How long could she last, he didn’t know, but his intent was to make it last.

She’d been tentative as first, but once she’d gotten used to it her pussy fucked his finger, her breathing deepening, the hands clenching the desk as her hips moved, and she whimpered and groaned. He let her go, but soon he could tell she was nearing that point of no return and though he saw advantage in letting her cum and fail his task, that wasn’t what he wanted this time. So he withdrew his hand and thus his fingers, leaving her tight little pussy alone and empty. Jake really didn’t want to be the reason she would fail a task, it wasn’t fair to someone so young and new to this. Still he knew that she would be disappointed her pussy was no longer filled with finger.

Ah don’t cum! Remember you are being punished; you haven’t earned the right to cum. This isn’t do something wrong, earn a reward. Cumming is a reward, remember that, and only I can tell you when you can cum.

Jake hand ran over her back side, enjoying the view of her bent over his desk, he hips thrust out, her legs wide, and her pussy dripping in nectar. She was so far showing herself to be a good student, proficient and willing to obey. Then just as abruptly he gave her ass one last smack.

We’re done for now. Come back after school so you can finish. Now go get dressed, wouldn’t want the other students seeing you in this condition.

Jake ended it abruptly knowing the effect it would have leaving her in that condition. Yes it was mean, but it was part of her education, one that she would remember for some time. It took a lot on his part, not to have her right there, right now, but that would have been counterproductive to reward her for her misbehavior. Clearly having dismissed her, he moved around her, back to the other side of the desk, to scoop up his papers, and return to his regularly duty, seemingly not the least bit concerned she was naked and her pussy was drooling in need.

Don’t be late.
 
“Yes Sir! I won’t..cum!” A week ago the words would have been something she wouldn’t even think. Watching the screen as some porn star screams them out, clearly reading from a script with zero acting lessons under her belt, she would have blushed wildly and shut off the movie. Even the sight of her naked body, his naked body, would have been too much for the shy, awkward girl. Her nervous nature would have pushed her to shut off the power and go about her day wondering if everyone looking at her knew the torrid thing she had watched. Now, here she stood naked, fucking a man’s, her teacher’s, finger in his classroom in the middle of the day. She had come so far, and now she was professing how she wouldn’t cum at all.

Callie understood the concept, the lesson, he was trying to teach. You fail, you are punished. It was simple really, and his methods were driving the point home along with his meaty digit in her virginal pussy. Still there was some reward to this. She was allowed to feel him. In as much as there was a reward in this, there was equally as much torture. Knowing she couldn’t cum, Callie could do nothing to stop her body from craving the sweet release an orgasm would bring as the need for one continued to build. Her clit throbbed and ached, wanting attention from him. She began to think about his tongue , licking and teasing, tasting her as her pussy grew wetter and wetter. Her thoughts were so vivid she could almost feel him there. Almost, but it wasn’t enough to push her to the climax she knew would only bring down more punishment. It was: however, enough to unleash even more agony to her body. Her legs trembled, her pussy seemed to draw his finger, nearly suckling it, her ass tightened, and Callie could feel her juices slipping from her body, oozing down her lips and kissing her skin. She wanted more, but she got exactly the opposite.

She yelped once more as he smacked her ass. It was an action she didn’t see coming. That part of her punishment, or so she thought. Then his finger withdrew, and he spoke as if he never had any feelings or concerns for her at all. It was an eerie, all too familiar feeling in fact. Her parents had always spoken to her that way. The hired help displayed more care for her than her own family in fact. She watched him gather the papers on the desk, and he was gone. Not literally of course, she could still see him, but Jake was still gone. His body remained in the room with her, but he had disconnected from her, or so it felt like.

She nodded. “Y-Yes Sir. I won’t..be late.” Callie quickly dressed and fled his room. It wasn’t just the sting of the suddenly departure she felt from him that was the only thing fueling her. It was how familiar it all had been as well. She was uncomfortable, that much was clear. Even her normal teasing seemed to cease as others could tell something was amiss with their younger classmate. Some even wondered if perhaps they had gone too far, and she had finally snapped. Those concerns were meet with remarks of, “No. She probably lost her Barbie Doll.” She pushed past them all wanting to simply call her father. ‘Maybe if I try one last time, I can make a connection with daddy,’ she thought. It was hard for her to focus though.

Turning into an empty bathroom, she made her way inside one of the stalls. Behind the locked door, she sat down on the toilet with her clothes still on. All the emotions that had built up within her finally were released as she sobbed. Her heart ached for the father she had no relationship with, and her pussy screamed for attention. Her finger curled down to her clit, without even a second thought. Massaging it slowly, she began to rock back and forth. The relief she had so wanted to feel was inching closer. An elated smile melted across her lips as her head was back and her eyes closed. ‘I’m gonna..cum,’ she thought. ‘I’m gonna cum.’ Closer and closer the pushed her body, the dull, pulsating pain in her clit getting stronger until finally she screamed, “No!” Halting her efforts, her eyes snapped open, and she looked forward. “I..will not..cum.” Her manipulations to her own body had only made her condition worse, and Callie knew she deserved it. Without even being there Jake had further punished for her in his way. His words had remained with her.

She leaves the bathroom after splashing some cold water on her face. It did nothing for her current state. ‘Good. I deserve this. I let him down. It won’t happen again.’ With that thought in mind, she went about her day. Returning to his classroom at the end of the day, she entered quietly, looking around for him. “Mr. Emerson,” she called out. “I’m here, and this time I won’t let you down.”
 
Jake could tell as his newest protégé left his classroom, that she was anything but pleased. Still he hoped it would engage her to do better, to pay more attention, and try harder. It wasn’t that she didn’t have the ability or intellect for it; she just needed to have the discipline. She had to learn that he had complete control, complete power, and that she was there to serve. It was clear she had a very natural inclination to submit, he just need to help it grow and develop. So though she probably feared she’d failed or displeased him, she’d so far done the exact opposite. Still to praise her too much, or let her off light, at this early stage would only help illicit poor behavior in the future. Jake simply nodded as she departed, knowing she would be back and on time.

His other classes whizzed by, and it really wasn’t that long till the end of day came. He was in the shop, when he was surprised by her voice, as he hadn’t heard her enter. There she stood eyes cast down, and standing tentatively awaiting him to respond. Jake let the moment hang for a little while, his eyes casting over her as he checked her out. The perfect student, the kind all teacher’s like, the one that was always good and finished all assignments, never made trouble. Not a thing about her except her shorter skirt gave any indication of the other side of her that was hidden, waiting to come out, to bloom. The potential was there, he’d seen it, and knew that she yearned to give herself, to serve him, all he needed to do was guide her down this path and she really would be the perfect student, just not the kind the school tried to develop, but the exact kind Jake did.

Did you cum?

The statement was so calm and collected, but one that needed to be asked. He needed to know if she’d obey his direct command. Her failure in class really wasn’t as serious, though disrespectful, if she’d disobeyed him, his response would need to be far harsher. So he stood there stoically waiting for her to respond. He was already to move on as soon as she did, not really surprised by her answer, knowing it was unlikely in the extreme she’d failed. If she responded that she hadn’t he would continue.

Good. I expect in private, that you will use the proper honorific whenever you address me. Am I clear!

Again he expected nothing less than an affirmative to his command.

Good. Now shall we begin?

The question was rhetorical; her mere presence here gave answer to that. So returning to the car he was working on, he left her standing there as he continued to talk.

Have you touched your pussy or played with yourself since you left my class? Why?

Are you still horny?

Are you wet?

Come here show me.
 
‘Did you cum?’ The words sliced through the tension. The thick air seemed to part around them as they floated to her ears and registered in her brain. It wasn’t a question she was accustomed to hearing. There was never anyone who cared if she had. No one who ever paid any more than a passing glance, or thought, had ever entered her life. Until now. “No,” she answered shaking her head, reaffirming her answer. Her eyes lifted to briefly take in the sight of him. He was as intimidating as ever. Though she had already been punished, Callie still wanted to cower, to approach him like an animal so sure of their fate to be chastised. Her feet remained firmly in place though, as her eyes were once more downcast.

Once more his voice boomed throughout the classroom. Her shoulders twitched slightly, stunned by the authority he displayed. “Yes Sir.” Mentally she began to kick herself for not remembering. Always being atop the current situation she was in was always something Callie prided herself on, but Mr. Emerson was unlike any situation she had ever encountered before. He was constantly surprising her. She couldn’t help but wonder what more he had in store for her.

It was a feeling more than anything that he had turned his attention away from her. Tentatively she raised her head.

‘Have you touched your pussy or played with yourself since you left my class?’ Again, another question that seemed so foreign to her. “Yes Sir. I did.”

‘Why?’ She knew her answer would be the truth, but it seemed strange to even think the words, much less speak them. “Because I was frustrated when I left. There was an ache….between my legs…., and I wanted to make it stop. I wanted relief.”

‘Are you still horny?’ Her cheeks flushed red as she broke out in a cold sweat. “Yes Sir,” she replied, lowering her head.

‘Are you wet?’ Callie closed her eyes tight as her embarrassment gripped her, nearly choking her. “Yes Sir.” She could feel her pussy growing wetter with every word that came from his lips.

‘Come here. Show me.’ It was as if someone had pushed her. She moved without hesitation. In truth, Callie wanted to please him, to show him. It meant the strong possibility he would touch her. Her mind wouldn’t allow her to fully believe he was going to probe her pussy, allowing his skillful fingers to slip between her lips and caress her clit. She wanted it too much, and she if believed he would, only to have him not, then she would be let down. A lifetime of being the one guys never paid any attention to had damaged her self confidence. So in her mind she had to ask the question, ‘why would he want to touch me,’ still.

She climbed gracefully, quietly; up on to the car he was next to. Swallowing hard, she could feel her pulse quicken. Parting her full lips, the sound of her own breath seemed unusually loud. She reached for her skirt, with trembling hands, and began to hike it up her thighs. Inch by inch, her skin was revealed. There were no panties covering her needy sex, and as the skirt went further up her legs, she slowly parted her knees. The air in the room was cool and refreshing as her pussy was uncovered. Lacking the same grace shown when she climbed on the car, Callie kicked her shoes off. Her bare feet rested on the car now, and her long, slender fingers opened up moist lips for him. She could have had another orgasm if he so much as breathed on her at this point. Instead she held her breath and hoped he was pleased.
 
The young woman though a bit reserved answered back, each time adding the honorific of sir. The questions were pointed, direct and personal and she honestly spoke her answer to each, telling of her condition and what she had and hadn’t done. There was a moment of hesitation, but only a moment, before she followed his demand and stepped forward so he could inspect her condition, which was exactly as she had stated. The girl planting herself next to him and slowly opening her legs for his pleasure. Her little pink pussy all smooth and shaved glistened with her arousal. His experienced eye could tell her condition, and knew she was having trouble holding it in. It was so nice to see a girl of her age, coming into her sexuality, to experience the transition, from her normal life to that of a sexual creature. To see the need in her bloom and grow with each encounter, knowing that he was helping guide her to fulfilling something that was buried within her. The further this went along, the more amazing and exciting it was going to get. Even without really looking at her, he continued to issue commands.

Now bend over this fender, stick your ass out, and let me see what you’ve done.

Jake knew he was asking a lot of a teenager like her, but that was okay, because in the she wanted his attention, wanted his touch, and she needed to learn how to get it. The clothes, the grooming were all of it was part of the transformation, to remind her of her sexuality and who she belongs to. Jake had no plans to end here, but it was a good start and bode well for the future. It always amazed him that this culture denied those entering their sexuality to really enjoy it, instead almost forcing them to conceal and hide it, rather than revel in their personal development. This young creature was awakening, and metamorphosing into an amazing wonderful person, and all she really need was a little guidance and attention.

Of course you are horny and wet! Now spread your legs! Show me what you’ve done to your little pink pussy for me. Don’t be shy, be proud of it!

He knew the cold touch of the metal kissing her tits and clit, would only further exacerbate her condition. That her nakedness made her vulnerable and such a position would further expose her. Jake wanted her to get used to it, in fact to enjoy it, such that she would seek such pleasure. Part of this was develop her sense of sexuality and womanhood, to realize that she enjoyed being someone possession, and obey his commands. No matter the request.

Do you like your pussy shaved?

All through this he never even touched her, he just used his deep powerful voice to demand her compliance. He'd met few women that didn't respond to his voice, as words could be as powerful as the touch.
 
Callie wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted, and still she felt embarrassed. He must have known did. His words for her to not be shy but to be proud of it were proof of that. She moved her body, positioning it how he wanted her to be. He wanted to see what she had done. Her memories drifted back to the bathroom and how she had rubbed her clit with vigor, wanting to find release, needing it as much as the air she breathed, but to do that in front of him was almost unbearable. She closed her eyes tightly as her shaking fingers spread her pussy lips, allowing access to her now painful clit. Just flicking it with her finger drew a moan from her lips. Callie began to secretly will herself to not cum. Her own manipulations coupled with the thoughts she was having of him and being this close would undoubtedly make it nearly impossible to hold on.

Her knees fell open slightly, at first, as she massaged the sensitive bud. The more her fingers made tiny circles over the throbbing skin, the more the room around her began to fade. Slowly the fact that Mr. Emerson was still in the room with her began to seem like a thought buried deep in the back of her mind instead of the reality that was. Her legs twitched as she rolled her clit just right, drawing on the nerve endings there. It was uncontrollable. Maybe that’s what she liked most about it. She couldn’t keep her legs still. Certain nerve endings were touched, and her legs jerked. Even if she wanted to stay still, she couldn’t.

“Yes Sir,” she replied, with no hesitation. “I like my pus….sex….shaved. I can feel….so much….this way. My clothes rub against me Sir. All day long I feel the tug against my skin and my cl….body. I like it.” She gasped, feeling her body grow closer. Her legs spread even wider for him, and she began to pant. “Thank you Sir,” she whispered, not really sure why at first. Mr. Emerson had been giving her so much, teaching her so much, and even punishing her when she needed it. Perhaps that is why, she finally rationalized. As the sweat began to form on her brow, it was clear Callie wouldn’t last much longer. “This is what I did Sir, but I stopped. I didn’t want to break my word to you to not cum. I didn’t….want to let you down. I never want to let you down.”
 
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