Hot for Teacher

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A story of roleplay.

Lindsey adjusted the tie of her jacket. Her heels clicked down the hall. Her pulse picked up when she got to the classroom door.

She stepped inside the room and closed the door. She took off her jacket and slid into the desk. She crossed her bare legs under her skirt and smiled up at the teacher.

Sam wasn’t really her teacher anymore. He taught her when she was a teen, but they were well passed that now. He was still an English teacher, but she was a twenty-seven year old single mother in the middle of a messy divorce. Sam contrived this evening to fulfill one of the fantasies she whispered to him.

“I’m ready for my tutor session, Mr. Johnson.” She giggled. It wasn’t even Sam’s name. But she couldn’t help herself. Even if she’d get double punishment for it.

He plopped a notebook and pen down in front of her. He was right into this. “You’ll need to take notes.”

He went to the front of the room and talked about concepts for twelfth grade English. She had taken this class from him almost a decade ago. While he droned, she pressed a hand between her legs and ran her fingers over her covered slit.

He stopped talking and walked in front of her and smacked his hand on her desk. She didn’t stop moving her fingers. “Miss Miller are you paying attention?”

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

She put a finger in her mouth and nodded.

“Get up, Miss Miller.”

She dropped her hands from her body and stood, not the least bit contrite.

“Do you know how to behave in a classroom?”

She shook her head and played with the button of her blouse buttoned enough to show her adult ample cleavage. He tracked her fingers with his eyes for a moment. “I’m sorry Sir.”

“Go to my desk and put your hands on the top.”

She stood in front of his desk and put her palms flat on the top. “Bend over,” he instructed from close behind her.

She leaned forward so her ass was out.

He lifted her skirt and caressed her ass. “Good girl,” he murmured. “You can listen when you want.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Maybe a spanking will teach you to pay attention.” She doubted it, but pressed her lips together to keep from saying it or laughing.

He smacked her ass with his hand. She yelped. He brought his hand down again. She closed her eyes and let the sting spread through her body. He smacked her again and again, driving the pain deeper and wider.

She moaned and yelped. And then he caressed her ass again. He ran his fingers along the edge of her panties. “Are these regulation underwear?”


“Yes. didn’t you read the handbook?”

She shook her head.

“Take them off, Miss Miller.”

She raised her body and pulled the underwear down her legs. After she stepped out of them, she deposited them on his desktop. She looked up at him with a toss of her hair.

“Since you won’t pay attention in class, and you won’t pay attention with special attention, you will fail English.”

“Isn’t there anything I can do? Special assignments? Extra credit work?” She dropped her head and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “I can’t fail this class. I won’t get into college.”

He stepped closer to her. “Maybe we can come up with something. Unbutton your blouse the rest of the way.”

“Mr. Johnson.” She made her voice breathy. She pulled a strand of hair through her fingers and tilted her head. “That’s naughty.”

“Do you want to pass this class, Miss Miller?”

She nodded. He gave her a hard glare. She unbuttoned her blouse, hypnotized by his eyes. She ran her fingers along her stomach once she bared her skin.

He moved closer and parted her shirt wider. He cupped her breasts and brushed his thumbs over her nipples. They hardened under the black lace that cupped her. “This bra does not conform to the school regulations.”

She looked up at him. “I told you I didn’t read the rule book.”

“You did. That will require extra punishment.” He removed her blouse and unsnapped her bra.

“Yes Sir.”

“You seem eager for it. Do you like being punished Miss Miller?” He removed her bra and tossed it on a desk.

“Yes Sir.”

“Clasp your hands behind your back. You can give an oral essay.”

She pulled her hands behind her back and clasped them there. “I’m much better at other oral activities.”

He failed to hide that smile. But he brought his stern face back quickly. “How does it affect you? Use proper English in your reply.” He ran his fingers around her nipples. The tightened under his teasing caresses, thrusting out to him for more.

She smirked at him. “It makes me wet, Sir.”

He rolled her erect nipples between his thumb and finger. Her eyes slid shut and she groaned. He clamped his fingers down and her eyes flew open. “Eyes on me Miss Miller. I know you have issues paying attention. I thought this special attention would help. But the only thing you pay attention to is pain.”

“Pleasure works as well, Mr. Johnson.”

“That made you closer your eyes.” He twisted the sensitive nubs until she cried out again. “Pain makes you wet. Are you a slut?”

She nodded.

He grinned and released her nipples from his grasp and she rubbed them. Behind his desk, he rummaged in his jacket pocket. He came back with her jeweled nipple clamps. “Since pain helps you pay attention, let’s keep that on the forefront.” He clipped them on her nipples and she groaned in appreciation.

“Ten more with a ruler for each clothing violation should suffice.”

She winced. That would sting. She couldn’t wait. “Take off your skirt, since it’s probably too short.”

“Do I get ten for that as well?”

“No. Just ten for the bra and panties. We’ll talk about your skirt choices another day.”

She took off her skirt, leaving her naked in the classroom, in front of her English teacher.

“Hands on the desk again, my little slut.”

She put her hands on the desk and bent a little. He picked up a ruler from the pen holder that said “World’s Greatest Teacher”

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Written by Asrai Devin
Uploaded October 20, 2020
Notes A hot roleplay of a teacher and his sexy student. Spanking, oral. Excerpt from Submit to His Passion by Asrai Devin
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