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My knees are trembling as I spread my legs and settle myself down onto the soft suede top of the vaulting horse. Reaching over I grab the legs on the other side. The apparatus is tall, making me stretch up almost onto tip toes as I settle myself for you.
I can hear you pacing behind me, your shoes sound so loud on the sprung wooden floor. The gym is empty and echoing, amplifying every single sound. You like it here after school when we are alone, you like the way it sounds as you bring your instruments of punishment down on my flesh, and love it even more when I cry for you.
I could feel you watching me in class today, making me blush as I thought of all the things you had taught me over the last months. I knew you'd be able to see the outline of my nipples as they hardened and pushed against my white cotton shirt. I also knew that you'd intuitively know I was getting wet...but still you stared in my direction. I kept glancing up, begging you to stop with my eyes, but was rewarded with a smirk of satisfaction at my distress.
As class ended you instructed me to collect the reference books and bring them to your table, giving us an excuse to be alone.
As I bring them to you, I can just see the outline of your cock through your trousers. Should anyone walk past you are just the Head Teacher sitting behind the teacher’s desk, but I can see so much more
'Tell me something Jo' you ask as I try and stay composed
'Yes Sir' I stutter
'Are you aroused right now? Are you such a little slut that being in the same room as a man can make you wet?’
‘Please Sir…I…please…it’s not fair’ my embarrassment is causing a red flush to creep up my neck, making my cheeks burn
‘Not fair? I’ll show you what not fair looks like tonight in the gym. Now get out and you had better be there promptly or you’ll be sorry’
The rest of the day’s lessons went past in a blur. I felt sick with the anticipation of what was to come, but also so excited. My body ached for you to touch me again, to show me how good I could feel.
And so now I stood in the locked gym, curtains pulled against the windows so we would not be disturbed, ready for whatever was to happen
I feel you standing behind me, your hand running up and down my spine, across my arse cheeks and down the back of my thighs. Over and over, making me shake just a little. But I knew it wasn’t going to be that easy. As much as I wanted it, I knew I’d have to earn your cock inside me.
Your hands now firmly gasp the hem of my pleated school skirt and push it up into the waist band. My white panties are then equally as firmly wrenched down until they are stretched mid-thigh, my spread legs making them impossible to remove.
I can hear you undo the buckle of your belt and the leather snap as you drag it through the hooks on your trousers. Walking to stand in front of me I see it doubled over in your hands as you begin
‘First I am going to warm your tight little arse with my belt. The nice hard leather should redden you up nicely don’t you think?’
Resigned to my fate I nod, ‘Yes Sir, thank you Sir’
‘Then your old friend the cane. You seem to still have some bruises from the last time you became acquainted, don’t you?’
I can’t stop my lip quivering as I answer, ‘Yes Sir I do’
‘And finally, a new experience for you, a nice high sprung riding crop. I find it so suitable for training disobedient a****ls, so it should suit you down to the ground’
You can see the fear in my eyes, but I know better than to forget my manners
‘Thank you, Sir,’
And so, you began. The leather belt swung down so hard it made me feel dizzy. The intensity of the unyielding strap was so much worse than I remember. Tonight, there was no hand smack to warm my skin, to build me up, tonight I was truly being punished.
Jerking and screaming with every blow I could barely count before the next stroke landed.
‘Awwwww, eight Sir, thank you Sir…..aaggghhh, nine Sir, thank you Sir’
Tears welled in my eyes as you finally got to twelve. Walking back around you looped the belt around my neck and tightened it like a leash. Taking the long length left dangling you tied it around the leg of the vaulting horse, firmly ensuring should I try and straighten the leather would choke me back into place.
You walk away without a word to retrieve the cane. Stroking it across my tender arse cheeks I start to shake. The tension in my spread thighs, up on my toes is beginning to hurt as much as my punished skin.
The cane is such a vicious tool, so precise, so biting. Taking in the plumpness of both cheeks in one stroke, leaving a burning welt to rise from reddened flesh. It bruised me so badly last time the linear marks were still clear on my skin.
Over and over the bamboo swished down onto my flesh, seeming to land repeated on the same spot. I swore I wanted the skin to break just to relieve the pain of the growing welt. I kept screwing my eyes shut at each blow, literally seeing stars in front of me. The leash kept me tightly in place so I couldn’t squirm away for a second’s relief.
The final blow brought with it an explosion of tears. Sniffing and sobbing I could barely get my words out.
‘Twelve Sir, thank you for punishing me Sir’
Walking round I cannot look up to see you properly, but you grab my hair and raise my head slightly.
‘You are making far too much noise young lady.’ With no more ado the cane is placed into my mouth, pushed right back between my teeth until the sides of my mouth hurt.
‘You will stay silent for the final twelve do you understand? Anymore fuss like we have just had and I’ll begin again. Is that clear?’
Your words literally terrify me and I feel like a c***d about to wet themselves with abject fear.
Ensuring I don’t lose grip on the cane I manage a mumbled ‘Yes Sir’
Grabbing onto the legs of the horse I brace myself to be silent. I literally bite down on the cane like I’d seen in old movies as you deliver the first blow. The leather end of the crop lands directly on the raised welt and feels like a hot poker on my flesh. Blow after blow land and I think at some point my body closed off with the shock. Counting in my head as the twelfth strike lands my rigid body caves into the vaulting horse and a low guttural sound escapes from me.
Then you are there in front of my, untying the leash and working the cane out from my clenched teeth. All I can hear are your soft, soothing words telling me what a good girl I am. How proud you are at how brave I was. You help me stand on my shaking legs and support me as we walk to the big chair in the corner of the room. I watch as you undo your clothes and let your trousers drop to the floor. Your cock is harder than I’ve ever seen it and as you settle down you pull me onto your lap.
Holding my head on your shoulder you begin to rock me, your shaft buried deep in my hungry pussy. I’m so exhausted all I can do is rise and fall slowly against you, feeling your thumb rhythmically stroking my clit. I’ve been thinking of this moment all day. Of having you inside me, of feeling the warmth of your cum fill me.
Eventually we being to move in earnest, both of us needing the release, of loving this intensity, this taboo of teacher and pupil. Knowing no-one will understand just making it all the sweeter.
I know you are about to cum, loving the ragged sounds of your breath as we kiss, pushing myself down harder on your shaft until every inch of you is inside me
‘Please Sir….please! Please may I cum’ not ashamed to beg for my orgasm you smile as you being to pour your hot load into my tight pussy
‘Yes my little slut, you may’
Gathering my breath after as we sit entwined in each other’s body I grin at just how good a teacher you are. I’m a very lucky girl
I can hear you pacing behind me, your shoes sound so loud on the sprung wooden floor. The gym is empty and echoing, amplifying every single sound. You like it here after school when we are alone, you like the way it sounds as you bring your instruments of punishment down on my flesh, and love it even more when I cry for you.
I could feel you watching me in class today, making me blush as I thought of all the things you had taught me over the last months. I knew you'd be able to see the outline of my nipples as they hardened and pushed against my white cotton shirt. I also knew that you'd intuitively know I was getting wet...but still you stared in my direction. I kept glancing up, begging you to stop with my eyes, but was rewarded with a smirk of satisfaction at my distress.
As class ended you instructed me to collect the reference books and bring them to your table, giving us an excuse to be alone.
As I bring them to you, I can just see the outline of your cock through your trousers. Should anyone walk past you are just the Head Teacher sitting behind the teacher’s desk, but I can see so much more
'Tell me something Jo' you ask as I try and stay composed
'Yes Sir' I stutter
'Are you aroused right now? Are you such a little slut that being in the same room as a man can make you wet?’
‘Please Sir…I…please…it’s not fair’ my embarrassment is causing a red flush to creep up my neck, making my cheeks burn
‘Not fair? I’ll show you what not fair looks like tonight in the gym. Now get out and you had better be there promptly or you’ll be sorry’
The rest of the day’s lessons went past in a blur. I felt sick with the anticipation of what was to come, but also so excited. My body ached for you to touch me again, to show me how good I could feel.
And so now I stood in the locked gym, curtains pulled against the windows so we would not be disturbed, ready for whatever was to happen
I feel you standing behind me, your hand running up and down my spine, across my arse cheeks and down the back of my thighs. Over and over, making me shake just a little. But I knew it wasn’t going to be that easy. As much as I wanted it, I knew I’d have to earn your cock inside me.
Your hands now firmly gasp the hem of my pleated school skirt and push it up into the waist band. My white panties are then equally as firmly wrenched down until they are stretched mid-thigh, my spread legs making them impossible to remove.
I can hear you undo the buckle of your belt and the leather snap as you drag it through the hooks on your trousers. Walking to stand in front of me I see it doubled over in your hands as you begin
‘First I am going to warm your tight little arse with my belt. The nice hard leather should redden you up nicely don’t you think?’
Resigned to my fate I nod, ‘Yes Sir, thank you Sir’
‘Then your old friend the cane. You seem to still have some bruises from the last time you became acquainted, don’t you?’
I can’t stop my lip quivering as I answer, ‘Yes Sir I do’
‘And finally, a new experience for you, a nice high sprung riding crop. I find it so suitable for training disobedient a****ls, so it should suit you down to the ground’
You can see the fear in my eyes, but I know better than to forget my manners
‘Thank you, Sir,’
And so, you began. The leather belt swung down so hard it made me feel dizzy. The intensity of the unyielding strap was so much worse than I remember. Tonight, there was no hand smack to warm my skin, to build me up, tonight I was truly being punished.
Jerking and screaming with every blow I could barely count before the next stroke landed.
‘Awwwww, eight Sir, thank you Sir…..aaggghhh, nine Sir, thank you Sir’
Tears welled in my eyes as you finally got to twelve. Walking back around you looped the belt around my neck and tightened it like a leash. Taking the long length left dangling you tied it around the leg of the vaulting horse, firmly ensuring should I try and straighten the leather would choke me back into place.
You walk away without a word to retrieve the cane. Stroking it across my tender arse cheeks I start to shake. The tension in my spread thighs, up on my toes is beginning to hurt as much as my punished skin.
The cane is such a vicious tool, so precise, so biting. Taking in the plumpness of both cheeks in one stroke, leaving a burning welt to rise from reddened flesh. It bruised me so badly last time the linear marks were still clear on my skin.
Over and over the bamboo swished down onto my flesh, seeming to land repeated on the same spot. I swore I wanted the skin to break just to relieve the pain of the growing welt. I kept screwing my eyes shut at each blow, literally seeing stars in front of me. The leash kept me tightly in place so I couldn’t squirm away for a second’s relief.
The final blow brought with it an explosion of tears. Sniffing and sobbing I could barely get my words out.
‘Twelve Sir, thank you for punishing me Sir’
Walking round I cannot look up to see you properly, but you grab my hair and raise my head slightly.
‘You are making far too much noise young lady.’ With no more ado the cane is placed into my mouth, pushed right back between my teeth until the sides of my mouth hurt.
‘You will stay silent for the final twelve do you understand? Anymore fuss like we have just had and I’ll begin again. Is that clear?’
Your words literally terrify me and I feel like a c***d about to wet themselves with abject fear.
Ensuring I don’t lose grip on the cane I manage a mumbled ‘Yes Sir’
Grabbing onto the legs of the horse I brace myself to be silent. I literally bite down on the cane like I’d seen in old movies as you deliver the first blow. The leather end of the crop lands directly on the raised welt and feels like a hot poker on my flesh. Blow after blow land and I think at some point my body closed off with the shock. Counting in my head as the twelfth strike lands my rigid body caves into the vaulting horse and a low guttural sound escapes from me.
Then you are there in front of my, untying the leash and working the cane out from my clenched teeth. All I can hear are your soft, soothing words telling me what a good girl I am. How proud you are at how brave I was. You help me stand on my shaking legs and support me as we walk to the big chair in the corner of the room. I watch as you undo your clothes and let your trousers drop to the floor. Your cock is harder than I’ve ever seen it and as you settle down you pull me onto your lap.
Holding my head on your shoulder you begin to rock me, your shaft buried deep in my hungry pussy. I’m so exhausted all I can do is rise and fall slowly against you, feeling your thumb rhythmically stroking my clit. I’ve been thinking of this moment all day. Of having you inside me, of feeling the warmth of your cum fill me.
Eventually we being to move in earnest, both of us needing the release, of loving this intensity, this taboo of teacher and pupil. Knowing no-one will understand just making it all the sweeter.
I know you are about to cum, loving the ragged sounds of your breath as we kiss, pushing myself down harder on your shaft until every inch of you is inside me
‘Please Sir….please! Please may I cum’ not ashamed to beg for my orgasm you smile as you being to pour your hot load into my tight pussy
‘Yes my little slut, you may’
Gathering my breath after as we sit entwined in each other’s body I grin at just how good a teacher you are. I’m a very lucky girl
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