Bad Teacher (Erotic Collection) (Erotic Lessons) (4 page)

There’s only one way to find out.

“I’m sorry, sir.” I whisper, and look down.

“That is a major offense, Miss Bennett.”

I take a deep breath, and my chest rises, breasts pushing
forward. My nipples are two raised little points straining through my blouse,
and I’m starting to sweat. I have no idea what’s going to happen next.

“Come here.” He says sternly, and I walk over to his chair,
still looking down.

He pushes his chair out a little further from the desk, and
grabs me by my wrist, pulling me closer until I’m standing right at his knee.

“You are not at all what you seem, Miss Bennett.”

“No, sir.”

“You have, in fact, been very, very bad.”

His thumb is stroking the inside of my wrist, and it’s
crazy, but holy shit, this is making me horny. He’s right, I’ve been extremely
bad, I’ve been lying to everyone, I’ve even slept with a student, and now he
knows. He
knows
.

God, the only thing better than being bad is getting caught.

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you think you should be punished?”

I suck in my breath, and close my eyes.

“Yes, sir.”

And I mean it.

“Do you have a
safeword
?”

“No, sir.”

He slowly smiles. He knows this is my first time.

“How about ‘book deal’?”

And he yanks me down by my wrist, bending me slightly over
him in the chair. I can feel him staring at me, and then his other hand reaches
up and unbuttons the first few buttons of my blouse. He roughly pushes the
blouse aside and frees my breasts. I gasp, but before I say anything, he grabs
my tit and starts to knead it. A hot, tingling wave rushes from my nipple down
to my clit, and I can feel my pussy getting wetter. I keep my eyes closed, but
I know that I smile.

“Hike your skirt up.”

With my one free hand I hitch my skirt up, but it’s hard to
get to on the other side. Eventually I work it up around my waist. He’s
massaging my tits the whole time.

“Good. Now pull down your panties.”

I pause, and I guess the hitch in my breath is noticeable,
because he pinches my nipple, and then his hand migrates to the back of my
thigh. Just resting there.

“I said pull down your panties, Erica.”

The moment of truth.
I guess my
hesitation is more for show – not for him, but for me. I know what I want.
My body is telling me. The more he plays with my breasts, rolling them,
pinching them, stroking the nipples, the more I want to feel him inside me. I
like being bent over him a little, being prone like that, but I’m also still a
little scared. I have no idea what he has in store for me, but I sure as hell
want to find out.

I nod a little, and with my free hand I start to work my
panties over my hips.

“Faster, Erica.” He says disapprovingly, and grabs the side
of the lace, still awkwardly stuck on my hip, and yanks them down around my
ankles.

“Step out of them.”

My ass is completely bare.

His hand still encircles my wrist, and without warning he
pulls me down on top of his lap. I’m not prepared for it, and I kind of fall
awkwardly, totally off balance. I’m splayed out on top of him, and he grips me
by the juncture of my bare ass and my leg and roughly shifts me on his lap so
my breasts are over his leg, my ass is in the air, and I can’t quite get my
feet firmly on the ground.

“Stop squirming!”

His voice cracks like a whip, and before I’ve made a
conscious decision I’ve already stopped moving. I steady myself with my arms
against the chair, and now that I’m not in immediate danger of falling to the
ground, I’m only conscious of one thing: my ass in the air, my legs slightly
spread, and my wet pussy exposed.

He can
see
my
pussy.

The thought drives me wild. I actually giggle, kind of
deliriously, and arch my back, wiggling my ass at him a little. I want him to
do something, anything, I want to feel his hands on my breasts again, I want
–

With a loud slap, he smacks the bottom of my ass, hard, so I
feel it shudder on my lower lips. Open palmed, fingers gripping. Again: slap!
I’m open mouthed and wide eyed in shock. I guess I knew this was coming, but
it’s still new, still – no time; slap! It’s starting to hurt a little,
but I want his hand there. I squirm a little, and he palms my pussy, gripping
it, and puts the flat of his other hand on the back of my neck, making me
still, and I swear to God I almost come a little right there.
Just instant electricity to my cunt.
My whole body feels
like it’s on fire.

“Yes,” I say, my breath ragged.

“What’s that, Erica?”

“Yes!”

There’s a pause, and I can distinctly feel his dick poking
into my ribcage. He’s hard, getting harder.

“You haven’t been sufficiently punished.” He finally says,
and before I can agree, he’s hit me again, harder this time, hard enough that I
know I’ll bruise. I yelp, and the next blow jiggles me forward, and my cunt
clenches around the tension building there. I’ve never felt anything like this
before, never had the pain and pleasure wires go crossed. Maybe it’s just
because I was never with someone who knew what they were doing, but I suddenly
want Mr. Griffin to do whatever. He. Wants.

His other, non-spanking hand finds my breasts again, and
leisurely plays with them while he increases the spanking tempo. I’m sure my
ass is cherry red, and I’m so close to coming that I angle my pussy towards him
as much as possible.

“What do you say, Erica?”

He spanks me again, lower down, closer to my aching, hungry
cunt.

“What do you say?”

I’m arching my back as much as I can, desperate to feel his
hand on my pussy, straining towards him. He spanks it.

“I’m sorry!” I squeal.

I am not at all sorry.

“What do you
say
, Erica?”

He spanks my pussy again. I think his hand comes away wet.

“I’m sorry, sir!”

And he spanks me
again,
only this
time he leaves his hand there and quickly buries two fingers into me. I moan
like an animal as he starts to fuck me with those fingers, his other hand still
playing with my breasts. The sensation swirls around in me, the eye of it
focused on his fingers moving in and out of me with increasing pressure.

“Good girl.” He says.

He starts to fuck me harder, faster, deeper with those
fingers, and I’m helpless underneath his hand. I start to buck back at him, and
I can feel his hard on pressing into my ribcage, and fuck, all I want is to
come on his hand so hard, when he pulls his fingers back, resting his hand
between my legs, teasing me.

“Please.” I manage to choke out, confused and desperate.

He spanks me again, hard.

“You don’t get to come yet.” He says, and I can hear the
smile on his lips. Part of me thinks: you bastard. But the rest of me
is
eager to do whatever he tells me to. It’s the weirdest
conflict, like the conflict between pleasure and pain, and both have me flying
high as freaking kite.

“Get on your knees.” He commands, and I obey as quickly as I
can. I’m still awkward, but soon I’m kneeling before him, my breasts hanging
out of my useless blouse, and I’m eye level with the impressive bulge in his
pants.

Suddenly I know what I want to do.

And I know how to do it.

“May I suck you?” I ask with exaggerated submissiveness.
“Sir?”

I hear his intake of breath, a quick hiss, and I know I’ve
hit the mark. Two can play at this game, Mr. Griffin. Plus maybe I can get him
to fuck me again if I suck him as well as I want to. Double win.

“You may.” His tone is even, controlled. Let’s see what I
can do about that.

I let my hands rove up his pant leg, massaging his raging
dick through the soft material on my way to his zipper. He doesn’t betray any
emotion, not even a flicker of feeling.

I unzip his slacks slowly, looking up at his impassive face.
I’ll be damned if I don’t get a reaction out of him. I look back down just in
time to see his swollen cock spring from the side of his leg and tent his boxer
shorts.

I really would have guessed briefs.

I work his cock through and push the material down around
it, and wow,
is
it truly impressive. I didn’t get a
good look at Danny’s before he took me from behind, not a half hour ago, but
this one...this one is dreamy. Thick, and with a slight upward curve that will
feel fantastic, the purple head already seeping a little
precum
– which is how I know I have gotten to him.

He has the same thought.

He grabs me by the back of my hair and lifts my head up
while he scoots forward in the chair.

“Open.” Is all he
says.

I do, and he pushes his dick into my mouth, hardly giving me
any time to lave the head with my tongue, to feel the ridges and textures of
his skin, to suck properly on his dick, before he’s pressing further into my
mouth, to the back of my throat.

“Suck.”

I do, I suck as best I can while he proceeds to fuck my
mouth, in short, shallow little strokes, rocking his hips as much as he can. He
hits the back of my throat one, two, three times, and it’s a good thing I don’t
really have much of a gag reflex anymore. Still, my eyes are watering, and I’m
getting creative with my breathing.

But I love that he’s fucking my mouth.

That he’s controlling the rhythm.

That he’s controlling everything.

I’m just getting the hang of his rhythm, really starting to
put my whole mouth into it, when suddenly he stops and pulls out, leaving the
tip of his dick tantalizingly in front of my face. I look up beseechingly.

His face is red. There are veins in his forehead.

Ha.

“Get up.” He orders.

I do. I’m standing at his knees, my panties on the floor
somewhere, my skirt disheveled, my blouse open to my naked breasts.

“Take those clothes off.”

Oh, baby. I try not to show my eagerness. There’s something
about being completely nude in a public place, and there’s something about
being completely naked in front of a fully clothed man, and put them
together...my pussy aches for him again. It never really stopped.

I strip what remains of my clothes, and even I can see my
cream spilling out on my inner thighs, shining like a glaze. It feels suddenly
cold, and I shudder with anticipation.

He reaches out and absently fondles my tit while deciding
what he wants next.

“Open up that drawer and take out a condom.”

I guess I don’t hide my excitement, because when I turn
back, ready to put the condom on him, his expression has darkened.

“Your punishment isn’t over, Erica.” He says. “Open up the
other drawer and take out one of the bottles. Put both items on the desk, and
turn around.”

I do as I am told, and I’m honestly so nervous my stomach is
doing the butterfly thing, which I’m used to, but it’s also making me horny
beyond belief, which I’m not. My clit is throbbing, literally throbbing, so
much that it’s almost starting to hurt. If I don’t get some release soon...I
don’t know what.

“Lay your forearms flat on the desk and bend over.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Keep your legs together, Erica.” He admonishes, and,
puzzled, I squeeze my thighs together, bent over at more than a right angle. He
reaches over me and grabs first the condom, then the little bottle of tequila,
and I get hopeful when I hear the tear of the condom wrapper. I feel his other
hand on my ass, gently caressing one cheek, than the other, brushing his hand
over my wet, closed pussy.

“Daniel warmed you up today, didn’t he?”

I gulp.

“Yes, sir.”

Smack! He spanks me, harder than before, and the sound rings
out through the office. He hits me again, so hard that I jolt forward and
whimper a little,
involuntarily
.

“Keep quiet, Erica. And keep your legs closed.”

I nod, I hadn’t meant to whimper, and I squeeze my thighs
together as much as I can. That’s when I feel a finger at the squished entrance
to my cunt, probing around. Suddenly he pushes inside me, and it’s one finger,
but because my legs are closed it feels like three. I do my best not to gasp,
but my pussy closes around him and tries to suck him in further.

He chuckles.

And then pulls his finger out, the bastard.

But then I feel something cold and hard pressing where his
finger was, and I realize: the bottle. It twists against the entrance to my
cunt, the corners of it like spokes, and when I groan a little as he shoves it
in. I don’t know how deep it is, but I can feel those four corners, pressing
against my insides and the tight opening of my pussy. It’s not stretching me,
but it feels somehow huge, like I can feel it in every fold of flesh, inside
and out.

It’s incredible.

I don’t have but a moment to enjoy it before he spanks my
ass, so hard that I jolt forward again.
With the bottle
inside me.

I can’t help it, I cry out.

He grabs me by the shoulder, to steady me.

“Very naughty,” he murmurs, and then he spanks me again.

And again.

And again.

The blows start to come with such frequency, I don’t know
how he’s doing it, and it starts to hurt, really hurt, and I’m so close to
screaming out my safe word, when suddenly it begins to cross over, and the pain
becomes...God, I don’t know what’s happening, but I feel like I could come
right there. Every blow heightens it, and while part of me pulls away, part of
me yearns for the next, and the next.

As if reading my mind, he suddenly stops, and I almost
object until I feel the bottle start to twist inside me.

Oh,
God
.

It’s twisting, the corners rotating, and he starts to fuck
me with it, shallow and fast, and suddenly I’m on the fast lane to coming, I’m
right there on the precipice, almost having gotten there too fast, when he
stops and pulls the bottle out.