"Let me go! You have no right to do this!" I was lucky I was in decent shape, and that teachers weren't usually all that well built (even the gym teachers, oddly enough, always seemed fat). Still, even with her heels on and being on her torso in my lap, she almost managed to get away. With one last yank on her hair, I slammed her stomach into my thighs.
"Sit. Down. Amy." She wasn't my teacher anymore as I yanked her arms behind her back, pinning her wrists as I yanked cruelly at the strings on her bikini top. "You're just making this harder then it has to be." I made a show of undoing the knots on her tiny top, yanking it out from under her like a trophy, holding it above her before I slapped her ass as she squirmed. "This is my house, and I'll do what I like. You, Mrs. Taylor, have been a naughty, naughty teacher." My erection was poking through my shorts, she could probably feel it somewhere on her stomach.
I grabbed her wrists again, pushing them further up her back before using her top to tie them together. It'd ruin it, but I wasn't particularly worried about that as I looked around. "Has anyone seen Mrs. Taylor's dress?" It's yours if you find it." A few snickers accompanied that, as with her hands bound (for the moment) behind her, I ran my hand lovingly over her supple behind.
"I think you should be punished." I looked around at the cell phone wielding students, slapping her ass again, enjoying her cheeks jiggling in her thong. "For trying to welch on your wager, for being a tease...flaunting your body in front of all of your students..." With a menacing smile, I leaned in to her to whisper. "Unless you can think of a reason I wouldn't."
"Sit. Down. Amy." She wasn't my teacher anymore as I yanked her arms behind her back, pinning her wrists as I yanked cruelly at the strings on her bikini top. "You're just making this harder then it has to be." I made a show of undoing the knots on her tiny top, yanking it out from under her like a trophy, holding it above her before I slapped her ass as she squirmed. "This is my house, and I'll do what I like. You, Mrs. Taylor, have been a naughty, naughty teacher." My erection was poking through my shorts, she could probably feel it somewhere on her stomach.
I grabbed her wrists again, pushing them further up her back before using her top to tie them together. It'd ruin it, but I wasn't particularly worried about that as I looked around. "Has anyone seen Mrs. Taylor's dress?" It's yours if you find it." A few snickers accompanied that, as with her hands bound (for the moment) behind her, I ran my hand lovingly over her supple behind.
"I think you should be punished." I looked around at the cell phone wielding students, slapping her ass again, enjoying her cheeks jiggling in her thong. "For trying to welch on your wager, for being a tease...flaunting your body in front of all of your students..." With a menacing smile, I leaned in to her to whisper. "Unless you can think of a reason I wouldn't."