Distraction
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Ok. So this is something that happened.
I have a teacher, I’ll just call her Ms. D. She teaches English. I’m in her fourth period class. She’s in her early 50s, I think. But she’s really pretty. She has this yellow dress and she wore it today. This dress, shows so much cleavage it’s not even funny.
So, she’s talking to the class and I kinda start drifting off in my head. She comes over to my desk and leans over, and says, “Brat (that’s me), I can tell you’re not paying attention.” I know some people say their eyes pop out of their head when they see something that startles them, but I really think mine did. I mean, seriously. There they were, right in front of my face. I think my mouth even opened.
“I’m paying attention Ms. D. I promise!” I think my eyes were glued to her boobs.
“We can talk about you lack of attentiveness after class young lady.” Wow. I think I actually felt my heart skip a beat. I know that’s an expression, but I swear it happened. I swear!
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Ms. D for the rest of the class. I couldn’t tell you a single thing we covered in class, but my eyes were to the front of the class, or wherever she went as she wandered around the room. That yellow dress, just wow.
So, the bell rings and she stands over my desk and tells me to stay right where I am. How did she sound so sexy and threatening at the same time?
“I’m going to ask you some questions about what we covered in class, and I hope you weren’t just staring at these,” she actually pointed to her boobs and I blushed, really, my face felt so hot I could have cooked something on it. I felt like I needed some water splashed on me.
“I… I wasn’t Ms. D, I swear. I was paying attention to class.” I think I actually said this right to her boobs.
“Right.” She started asking me questions about the class, and I didn’t get a single one right, not even close. Here I was, ogling my English teacher instead of paying attention and, you know, learning. And I was still just mesmerized by this woman three times my age.
“How do I make sure you pay attention to my lessons young lady?” The way she said “young lady” made me shiver, apparently visibly because she chuckled and told me to come back to her classroom after school was finished.
“But I have to go home, my parents will worry!”
“Don’t you worry about that little girl.” Oh my goodness, she just called me little girl. I felt so intimidated and so attracted. I felt this incredible desire to please her, no matter what it was she wanted.
“Ok, Ms. D”.
I was so off my game the rest of the day. I could not stop wondering what was going to happen after school. Was she just going to scold me or was something else going to happen? I even peaked into her classroom when I was supposed to be on the complete opposite side of the building. She wasn’t even there.
So, finally the end of the day comes and I scurry to her classroom. There were still other k**s there packing up and leaving. I could see some of the boys look into at Ms. D in her yellow dress. I wanted to smack them. “Go away!” I thought to myself. “She wants me here, not you.”
She busied herself with her papers and books and stuff, so I sat in a seat in the front and watched her while I waited. She took foreeeeeeeevvvvvverrrrrrrrrr to finish packing up. She started to leave the room and I cleared my throat, kinda sad that she seemed to forget she asked me to come here.
“Oh, Brat. What are you doing here?”
“You asked me to come here after school!” I was mad that she didn’t remember.
“And why did I ask you to come here after school, little girl?”
“I wasn’t paying attention in class!” I was indignant that she seemed to forget the entire episode.
“Yes, that’s right. You weren’t. You were daydreaming and then, now that I think about it, staring at my chest.”
I blushed. I must have been redder than a tomato. She was taunting me or just trying to get me to admit what I was doing. “I… I’m sorry Ms. D.”
“I should hope so.” She set down her stuff and walked over to my desk. And, oh my God, she leaned over my desk again. My eyes were glued to her boobs. I mean, I could just about see her nipples. They were only obscured by the shadow of her bra cups. I think I gasped.
“I would appreciate it if you would keep your eyes up here, little girl. I usually only have boys staring at me like this.” I was sooooooooooooooooooooo embarrassed. “How do I get you to pay attention to what is important?”
“I don’t know, Ms. D. I’m usually a good student.”
“Well, then I just have to drum that into your head, don’t I?”
I gulped. What on Earth was she thinking? Was she going to… like spank me or something?
She told me to stand up and I jumped out of my seat faster than anything. She walked around me. Even though she was like maybe 5’5”, she was towering over me, wearing heels. She would slide her hand over me occasionally. I would shiver and gasp a little at any contact.
I had on a little green sundress that was probably too short for school, but no one said anything. Ms. D flipped up the skirt and I squealed! “What are you doing, Ms. D!?”
She just laughed and then she grabbed my arm kinda hard, it hurt a little. “Do I have your attention?”
“Yes, Ms. D! You do! Ow! That hurts!”
She grinned and pulled me over to her desk chair. She sat down and told me to lie across her lap.
“Why? Are you going to do something perverted to me?!” I tried to pull away fro her, but she had a firm grip on my arm and kept me close. She was this thin lady, but she was strong!
“Well, I’m going to make sure you pay attention in class, little girl.”
“How?!” I practically squeaked out. I was scared, but I really wanted to find out what she was going to do. And in my head, I was determined to please her.
“I’m going to give you a good old fashioned spanking. I’m going to smack your little bottom until it’s bright red and you’re practically in tears.”
I almost fell onto the floor right then and there. I was terrified and at the same time, I just kinda did what she asked. I laid right down over her knee. She lifted my skirt up and then it happened. WHACK! She spanked me, hard!
“Ow! That really hurt!” I squeaked.
“It’s supposed to hurt, you little brat. If it didn’t hurt, it wouldn’t get your attention, now would it. Are you still thinking about my breasts?”
It took me a second, bjt, honestly, I was. And I said so. That was met with, I dunno, like a billion hard smacks on my butt. I seriously think she wore herself out and that’s why it stopped. I was crying, like really crying. My face was pressed into her leg and my tears were running down my face and, I dunno, into her shoe.
She was laughing. Laughing. While she was hitting me over and over and I was crying on her. I scooted forward and fell onto the floor. “I’m sorry Ms. D! I’m sorry! I’ll pay attention, I promise! I won’t stare at your boobs! I promise!”
She helped me up to my feet and wiped my tears from my face. “Good girl.” I actually smiled. Smiled? What? I actually thanked her. What the F? She sat back down and told me to lie on her desk. I just complied. I would do just about anything now. She told me to close my eyes, so I did.
The I felt it. Or, well, them. Soft skin covering my face. I opened my eyes and they went wide. She had taken her boobs out of her dress and placed them on my face. She chuckled and squeezed them around my face, practically smothering me between her boobs. I made a noise, but it just sounded like a muffled whine. I opened my mouth and tried to lick. But she pulled away and actually slapped me! “Don’t you do that until you’re told!”
“Sorry Ms. D! May I lick your boobs?” I needed to.
“No. Now, it’s time for you to go.” She fixed her bra and dress up and picked up her thighs and left me there, lying on her desk. “Well, go on. Get out of here.” I got up and stumbled out of the room.
I wonder what will happen when I have English class next!
I have a teacher, I’ll just call her Ms. D. She teaches English. I’m in her fourth period class. She’s in her early 50s, I think. But she’s really pretty. She has this yellow dress and she wore it today. This dress, shows so much cleavage it’s not even funny.
So, she’s talking to the class and I kinda start drifting off in my head. She comes over to my desk and leans over, and says, “Brat (that’s me), I can tell you’re not paying attention.” I know some people say their eyes pop out of their head when they see something that startles them, but I really think mine did. I mean, seriously. There they were, right in front of my face. I think my mouth even opened.
“I’m paying attention Ms. D. I promise!” I think my eyes were glued to her boobs.
“We can talk about you lack of attentiveness after class young lady.” Wow. I think I actually felt my heart skip a beat. I know that’s an expression, but I swear it happened. I swear!
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Ms. D for the rest of the class. I couldn’t tell you a single thing we covered in class, but my eyes were to the front of the class, or wherever she went as she wandered around the room. That yellow dress, just wow.
So, the bell rings and she stands over my desk and tells me to stay right where I am. How did she sound so sexy and threatening at the same time?
“I’m going to ask you some questions about what we covered in class, and I hope you weren’t just staring at these,” she actually pointed to her boobs and I blushed, really, my face felt so hot I could have cooked something on it. I felt like I needed some water splashed on me.
“I… I wasn’t Ms. D, I swear. I was paying attention to class.” I think I actually said this right to her boobs.
“Right.” She started asking me questions about the class, and I didn’t get a single one right, not even close. Here I was, ogling my English teacher instead of paying attention and, you know, learning. And I was still just mesmerized by this woman three times my age.
“How do I make sure you pay attention to my lessons young lady?” The way she said “young lady” made me shiver, apparently visibly because she chuckled and told me to come back to her classroom after school was finished.
“But I have to go home, my parents will worry!”
“Don’t you worry about that little girl.” Oh my goodness, she just called me little girl. I felt so intimidated and so attracted. I felt this incredible desire to please her, no matter what it was she wanted.
“Ok, Ms. D”.
I was so off my game the rest of the day. I could not stop wondering what was going to happen after school. Was she just going to scold me or was something else going to happen? I even peaked into her classroom when I was supposed to be on the complete opposite side of the building. She wasn’t even there.
So, finally the end of the day comes and I scurry to her classroom. There were still other k**s there packing up and leaving. I could see some of the boys look into at Ms. D in her yellow dress. I wanted to smack them. “Go away!” I thought to myself. “She wants me here, not you.”
She busied herself with her papers and books and stuff, so I sat in a seat in the front and watched her while I waited. She took foreeeeeeeevvvvvverrrrrrrrrr to finish packing up. She started to leave the room and I cleared my throat, kinda sad that she seemed to forget she asked me to come here.
“Oh, Brat. What are you doing here?”
“You asked me to come here after school!” I was mad that she didn’t remember.
“And why did I ask you to come here after school, little girl?”
“I wasn’t paying attention in class!” I was indignant that she seemed to forget the entire episode.
“Yes, that’s right. You weren’t. You were daydreaming and then, now that I think about it, staring at my chest.”
I blushed. I must have been redder than a tomato. She was taunting me or just trying to get me to admit what I was doing. “I… I’m sorry Ms. D.”
“I should hope so.” She set down her stuff and walked over to my desk. And, oh my God, she leaned over my desk again. My eyes were glued to her boobs. I mean, I could just about see her nipples. They were only obscured by the shadow of her bra cups. I think I gasped.
“I would appreciate it if you would keep your eyes up here, little girl. I usually only have boys staring at me like this.” I was sooooooooooooooooooooo embarrassed. “How do I get you to pay attention to what is important?”
“I don’t know, Ms. D. I’m usually a good student.”
“Well, then I just have to drum that into your head, don’t I?”
I gulped. What on Earth was she thinking? Was she going to… like spank me or something?
She told me to stand up and I jumped out of my seat faster than anything. She walked around me. Even though she was like maybe 5’5”, she was towering over me, wearing heels. She would slide her hand over me occasionally. I would shiver and gasp a little at any contact.
I had on a little green sundress that was probably too short for school, but no one said anything. Ms. D flipped up the skirt and I squealed! “What are you doing, Ms. D!?”
She just laughed and then she grabbed my arm kinda hard, it hurt a little. “Do I have your attention?”
“Yes, Ms. D! You do! Ow! That hurts!”
She grinned and pulled me over to her desk chair. She sat down and told me to lie across her lap.
“Why? Are you going to do something perverted to me?!” I tried to pull away fro her, but she had a firm grip on my arm and kept me close. She was this thin lady, but she was strong!
“Well, I’m going to make sure you pay attention in class, little girl.”
“How?!” I practically squeaked out. I was scared, but I really wanted to find out what she was going to do. And in my head, I was determined to please her.
“I’m going to give you a good old fashioned spanking. I’m going to smack your little bottom until it’s bright red and you’re practically in tears.”
I almost fell onto the floor right then and there. I was terrified and at the same time, I just kinda did what she asked. I laid right down over her knee. She lifted my skirt up and then it happened. WHACK! She spanked me, hard!
“Ow! That really hurt!” I squeaked.
“It’s supposed to hurt, you little brat. If it didn’t hurt, it wouldn’t get your attention, now would it. Are you still thinking about my breasts?”
It took me a second, bjt, honestly, I was. And I said so. That was met with, I dunno, like a billion hard smacks on my butt. I seriously think she wore herself out and that’s why it stopped. I was crying, like really crying. My face was pressed into her leg and my tears were running down my face and, I dunno, into her shoe.
She was laughing. Laughing. While she was hitting me over and over and I was crying on her. I scooted forward and fell onto the floor. “I’m sorry Ms. D! I’m sorry! I’ll pay attention, I promise! I won’t stare at your boobs! I promise!”
She helped me up to my feet and wiped my tears from my face. “Good girl.” I actually smiled. Smiled? What? I actually thanked her. What the F? She sat back down and told me to lie on her desk. I just complied. I would do just about anything now. She told me to close my eyes, so I did.
The I felt it. Or, well, them. Soft skin covering my face. I opened my eyes and they went wide. She had taken her boobs out of her dress and placed them on my face. She chuckled and squeezed them around my face, practically smothering me between her boobs. I made a noise, but it just sounded like a muffled whine. I opened my mouth and tried to lick. But she pulled away and actually slapped me! “Don’t you do that until you’re told!”
“Sorry Ms. D! May I lick your boobs?” I needed to.
“No. Now, it’s time for you to go.” She fixed her bra and dress up and picked up her thighs and left me there, lying on her desk. “Well, go on. Get out of here.” I got up and stumbled out of the room.
I wonder what will happen when I have English class next!
Mhairi
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