Oh shit,' I screamed as I thumped the alarm clock. It had to pick
today to decide not to work. I swore repeatedly as my eyes focused
in on
the blurred numbers. Right now I should be sitting at my desk, in
the
classroom. I jumped out of the bed and witnessed my reflection in
the
mirror. Oh my god, what did I look like. My hair was completely dishevelled
and my once white knickers were now a shade of dirty yellow. I have
another twelve hours in these knickers and once I hit the air outside,
shit, they are going to smell. I turned my back to the mirror, my
arse,
red and tender. I ran my palm over the blemished skin. I swear there
are
flames inside. It's still hot to the touch. Mmm, I was such a naughty
girl!
I quickly washed, no time for a shower and left the stained knickers
on. I can't believe she made me do that again. I had to pee in my
knickers! A naughty grin appeared as I took myself back to last night.
Ohh her
hand on my arse, her palm circling each cheek. I was bent over the
cold
frame of our bed. My pure, white knickers tightly around my knees.
My
legs spread and tied to the base and my hands held on tightly to the
top
of the frame. She was biding her time, making me wait. A few more
firm
circles on my cheek, then smack... smack... smack! Each one was harder
than
the one that preceded it. I cried out for her to stop, and after a
few
more of her very best she halted her assault.
The caressing of my flushed cheek continued, slow deep circles on
my
tingling and tender bottom. My breathing was laboured and moans of
relief
escaped from me. She untied me from the bed and pulled my knickers
up
over my inflamed bottom. She told me how much of a bad and naughty
girl
I had been and sent me to the bathroom. I was told I had to pee my
knickers. I straddled over the bowl and waited for my pee to flow.
The
warmth spread through my knickers. It dripped through the lacy material.
I
felt warm trickles seep out of the sides and down my thighs. It fell
onto the toilet seat and spots of pee peppered it. She came up behind
me
and asked if I had finished. I nodded my head. On her command I dropped
to my knees and began to lick the pee off the seat. It was totally
degrading but she knows I like to do it.
I giggled at that point and continued to get ready. I pulled on my
loose skirt that sat just above my knees. I picked up my lace pink
bra and
looked at the mirror as I put it on. I love this bra. It pulls them
up
and pushes them out, hell, I need something; my tits are huge! I then
squeezed into my tight white t-shirt and smoothed the creases over
my
stomach. I bent over fast causing my long wavy hair to fall forward.
I
ruffled it roughly a few times and flipped myself back up. Perfect!
I
skipped down the stairs, put my shoes on then grabbed my bag and headed
off to class.
I hurriedly walked through the corridors. The voices of teachers were
heard as I passed each room. Right at the bottom of the corridor was
my
classroom and as I headed closer my stomach began to twist and churn.
God, she is going to kill me for being this late. Face to face with
the
door, I hesitantly knocked. My teacher saw me. She glared at me through
her dark rimmed glasses. I could smell the distinct scent of pee rise
up from my pussy. She made me wait a few more agonising seconds.
'ENTER.' She bellowed. I reluctantly opened the door and faced my
teacher.
She truly wasn't a teacher that you should mess with. If she said
jump,
you'd normally say how high! 'Good Morning Miss Richards, you decided
to
join us today did you?'
'Yes Miss Botta, sorry I'm late.' I headed for a desk near the back
of
the class. No way would I sit at the front, that's for geeks right?
'Stop right where you are young lady, take that desk!' Miss Botta
pointed to the desk at the front, directly opposite her. I could feel
that
this was going to be a very long day. I slumped myself in the chair
and
glared at my teacher. I must have sat there a while staring because
her
words startled me back to reality. 'Are you going to take notes today,
or are you going to sit and stare at me for the rest of the class?'
God, my face flushed a thousand shades of red. I can't believe she
said
that. The two girls behind me giggled. I then looked at Miss Botta
who
grinned and raised her eyebrows then continued to tell us the outline
of
our forthcoming project.
I reached for my bag and fumbled inside to find my books and pen case.
I groped at objects inside, none of which felt like books. I searched
deeper, frantically grabbing at things. Shit, shit, shit, what the
fuck
is in here. 'Is there a problem Miss Richards?' She was seriously
angry
with me now. I could tell.
Miss Botta was in her early forties. She dressed casually, but there
was always an edge to her clothes. Her skirts occasionally, would
be
long, with a generous slit up the side that would guarantee a glance
or two
from students and fellow teachers alike. Her blouses were open to
reveal the top of her cleavage. She nearly always wore a darker bra
than the
colour of her blouse. She was also blessed with great legs, perfectly
toned for a woman her age. It was her maturity that gave her angriness
away every time. When she became pissed off, the wrinkles at the side
of
her eyes would be prominent. Her forehead would also wrinkle as she
scowled at her victim. This is how I know that she is seriously pissed
at
me.
'I... I don't seem to have my books with me, Miss.' Today is not going
well. I reached over to the geek at the side of me and ripped some
paper
from his notebook and grabbed a pen that sat on his desk. 'I'll take
notes, Miss.'
'Very well. And as I know you have no classes this afternoon, after
lunch you will meet me here. Is that clear Miss Richards?'
'Yes Miss.' I glared at her again and finally settled into the chair.
What a bitch!
On and on she talked, explaining this and that. I was losing interest
by the second. I just sat there lightly toying with the top of my
t-shirt, my finger slowly edging along the collar. I grinned at my
teacher as
she caught me staring. I spread my legs a little then closed them.
Again I repeated the action, inviting her to stare at me. I'll tease
the
bitch! Miss Botta turned to face another student who had their hand
up.
As she spoke to them her eyes averted back to my legs, opening and
closing, very slowly under my desk.
I picked up the pen and slipped it between my lips, pushing it in
and
out of my mouth. My other hand then moved under the desk and was now
stroking my thigh. Again her eyes were on me, I could feel them following
my hand up and down my thigh. Her breathing had changed and a light
flush had appeared on her face and also above her cleavage. I smiled
at
her and she looked away. My fingers now crept beneath my skirt and
stroked my inner thigh. She could not keep her eyes away for long,
her dark
eyes burning into me once more. I spread my legs wider and rubbed
my
covered pussy. I looked around the classroom, and as I suspected,
not one
head was looking up. Geeks!
My eyes met Miss Botta's as she followed my finger sinking into the
valley between my engorged pussy lips. My knickers were now pressed
into
my pussy. I saw her long finger caress the collar of her blouse then
twirling the end of it between her manicured nails. Just as I was
about to
put the smelly, wet finger in my mouth the bell sounded, startling
us
both. She jumped up rather hastily and between deep breaths she
stuttered. 'Class... dismissed... except for... you Miss... Miss Richards!'
I sat in my chair as the geeks gathered their belongings and
reluctantly left the classroom. I watched Miss Botta walk to the door
and put a
sign on the outside. She shut and locked the door then pulled the
blind
down. She walked towards me and rested her palms on my desk. 'You
think
you're so clever don't you?'
'No Miss.' She leant forward and her blouse came away from her perfect
skin. I could see her rounded tits before me. My pussy twitched and
I
squeezed my thighs together. I could feel my clit swelling between
my
already swollen lips. I swallowed hard as her finger brushed my cheek.
'You like to play games don't you, you little bitch?' She moved around
the desk, picked up my bag and took my hand. 'Come over here, let's
play a game, shall we?' I didn't answer. I let her lead the way to
her
desk and I was now standing behind it. She moved slowly to the side
of me
and placed my bag on the desk. 'Let's see what we have in here, after
all, there is something in here, and its not books, is it Miss
Richards?'
'No Miss, I don't know why my books aren't in there.'
'Ok, let's find out...' She reached in my bag and pulled a brown padded
envelope out. 'Interesting, don't you think?' I sheepishly nodded.
I had
no idea what was in the envelope. She laid it on the table. She put
her
hand in again and lifted out a second padded envelope, this time it
was
white. This one was put alongside the brown envelope. 'Do you have
anything to say?' I shook my head. I honestly had never seen the envelopes
before. She put her hand in a third time and reached right to the
bottom. She pulled out a small coloured bag. 'What about this, what
is
this?' Getting a little pissed off now by the questions, I just shrugged
my
shoulders. She placed the coloured bag with the envelopes.
Miss Botta then stood behind me. I could feel her tits up against
my
back. I felt her fingers glide up my outer thighs. She ruffled my
skirt
and slowly inched it up over my hips. I felt her breath on my ear.
'Have
you pissed yourself you disgusting slut?' I nodded my head. I felt
her
warm tongue on my ear lobe, licking it from top to bottom. She flicked
the bottom of it a few times, sending shivers down my spine. Her tits
now moved lower down my back and her fingers now eased my soiled
knickers to my knees. She rolled up my skirt and tucked it inside
the waistband.
I felt the cool air breathe on my hot, wet pussy. 'Bend over the
desk!'
I leant forward, my tits squashed beneath me. 'Spread your legs, I
don't want to see those knickers fall below your knees.' I opened
them
wider, making sure the knickers were tight around them. 'I think you'd
agree that you need to be taught a lesson, you pussy teaser!'
I moaned her answer. 'Naughty pussy teasers need a spanking, and you
my dear, are gonna get one!'
'Yes Miss Botta, if you think I deserve it!'
'Oh you deserve it alright you little bitch...I'm sure you can think
of a
decent apology after each one!'
I felt her hand on my cheek, adding pressure as she fondled it. Her
hand then came away. I waited. Then 'SMACK'
'Ohh, sorry Miss Botta for being late.'
'SMACK'
'Ooo, sorry Miss Botta for teasing you.'
'SMACK'
'OHH GOD Miss... sorry...'
My arse was started to heat up. It hadn't fully recovered from the
night before. The tingling was intensifying with each smack.
'SMACK'
'SHIT... please Miss, stop... I am sorry.' I began to sob. This fucking
hurt.
'I don't think you're quite sorry enough yet young lady...'
'SMACK'
I screamed 'FUCKKK.' My legs buckled and I began to fall. She held
me
up and put me back over the desk.
'I didn't hear you say sorry you naughty bitch... therefore you get
another one.
'SMACK'
'OHHH GODDD Miss, I'm sorry, please Miss, stop... I'm sorry.' I felt
her
hand on my burning skin. I moaned at her touches, so gentle and
soothing after my spanking. Her fingers slipped between my thighs,
meeting my
soaked pussy. 'Ohh, Miss, that feels good...' Miss Botta moaned and
with
two fingers she stroked my pussy, circling my swollen clit that was
literally close to bursting. 'Yes, ohh yess Miss... ohh goddd...'
She leant
down and pulled my soiled knickers off me and stuffed them in my mouth.
Oh god, that will send me over the edge. Dirty, pee scented knickers
in
my mouth. Her fingers began to work faster. My moans were now rising
from deep within. Long drawn out 'Mmm's,' and 'Ohhh's.' My legs were
like
jelly as she rubbed my clit furiously.
'Come on my little slut, cum for your teacher.' Miss Botta's voice
now
sultry and oozing sexiness.
'MMMMM... MMMMM...' Her fingers wouldn't stop on my clit. Oh god,
the bitch
is making me cum. My legs gave out as wave after wave of my orgasm
shot
through me. 'MMMM...' I spat the knickers from my mouth... 'OHHHH
GODDDD
YESSSSSS.' I collapsed across the desk, my breathing rampant. My legs
shook uncontrollably and still giving way as the last of the eruptions
shook my whole body. Miss Botta stood to the side of me, stroking
my back
as I recovered.
'Mmm, now young lady, I don't think you'll tease me like that again
will you?'
'No... Miss...' I struggled to my feet, regaining my sense of balance.
I
put my knickers back on and straightened out my skirt.
Miss Botta began to undo one of the envelopes, a pair of wrist
restraints. She opened the brown envelope, a rounded bat with a handle.
And
lastly, the small coloured bag, a blindfold! My eyes lit up and she
smiled that evil grin.
'What I want you to do my little bitch, is when you get
home, get a shower and prepare yourself, blindfold on, restraints
on...
got that? And one last piece of advice... before I leave tomorrow
morning, you better check that I haven't tampered with your alarm
clock again
and for fuck sake, check your bag!!
I grinned and blew her a kiss 'Yes Miss...'
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