Dominating Miss PAWG

[Little_Red_Rose]

(CLOSED for ms_tiff )​

My character:

http://i.imgur.com/Mf1SThE.png

Name: Emily Smith
Age: 24
Height: 5'8"
Cup size: 32D

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I began teaching here in West Hill High about four months ago, when I became the substitute teacher for Mister Peters, the school's math teacher. I still remember my first day here when I showed up; the class was eerily quiet when I walked in nervously, explaining on how I would be taking charge of the class and be they're teacher until the school solved their disputes with Mister Peters, a man who was recently accused of having a side business of dealing drugs to his students. Of course, this silence wasn't so much due to the eighteen year olds being in shock of no longer having Mister Peters teach their class, but mostly due to them realizing that their new teacher was a tall, natural blond, blue eyed bomb shell of a woman. I guess that I didn't really blame them; they were all mainly eighteen year olds with the occasional nineteen year old who happened to failed a year somewhere down the line. They weren't really adults so their hormones must have been out of wack. Hey, I might be wrong and making excuses for such objectifying behavior but I was a math teacher, not a biology teacher!

As time went on and the students became more at ease with me, they began to take advantage of my own naive personality. I remember when students, with one in particular, asking me to explain a problem they read over the internet. Usually it was a complex one, which I felt motivated to teach them - going about on the blackboard and writing all that I could in a frantic hurry. It took me about three weeks to realize that it was a weird trick to see my (usually) jean covered ass bounce and jiggle as I stretched to reach the top of the board. Yep, my ass was probably my most noticeable feature, it being so big and round, especially given my otherwise thin physique. 43", at least according to the last time I measured myself with measuring tape. The students came up with some lewd nicknames for me over the past few months, such as "Miss PAWG", "Big Booty Teacher", "Blonde Sexbomb"...the list went on.

I was initially really bothered by this, what with being objectified by a crowd of eighteen year old without even realizing. I found myself at home, laying down on my couch with Peter, my fiancé. We had just finished our regular make-out session and I found myself quickly bellyaching about my experience thus far teaching a group of senior year high school students. I ended with those lewd nicknames they gave me and to my surprise, my fiancé's response went something like this:

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"I don't know babe. Those nicknames sounds pretty hot." he said with a big grin, while I gasped in shock.

"What?!" was the only word that could escape my lips.

"I mean think about it..."

...
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I don't remember much of the conversation from a month ago and I'm not sure how he managed to do it, but he actually got me to start my own blog using one of those lewd nicknames my students gave me. His logic was that it would be great to break out of my shell and gain some more self-confidence, although I was pretty sure that it was just so he could try to get me excited by reading all sorts of lewd comments on the web; mainly because the idea behind this blog was that I was to show off my body. Nevertheless, I started to write my own entries as each day passed by. In case you're wondering on how lewd these posts were, check out my most recent one:

Miss PAWG's Blog:
Entry: April 7th 2016

My ass vs this thong
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Hey guys, I thought that it was time for another update. I'm still working at a school as a math teacher, for those of you who took the time to ask me that. And for those of you asking, no I can't give you any private lessons, sorry.

Since I've had to take a little bit of a break to correct all those exams, I thought that I should reward you all with this photo that I let my fiancé take. Do you think my panties are too small? Let me know and I'll respond when I can.

Toodles!

http://i.imgur.com/epf3bZ4.jpg?1

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Despite what Peter might have told me, this didn't exactly make me feel any the less shy - although it did make me excited to go on my computer whenever I was done with work. There was always some sort of rush to opening my private inbox and reading the comments I would get. In fact, I was right about to open my inbox to see what people wrote to me since I was at work...

 

[ms_tiff]

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Name: Evelyn Harris
Age: 37
Height: 5'10"
Cup size: 36D
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It had been a long, boring, and let's face it, fucked up day. Not only had I dealt with students who refused to turn their homework in on time and who complained when I assigned them two measly chapters in Pride and Prejudice, but my car had refused to start and I was late for a meeting with my lawyer. Apparently my bastard of an ex-husband was trying to screw me out of my half of the divorce settlement.

So, when I finally got home I poured myself the biggest glass of wine and settled in front of my computer. It was a dirty little secret of mine that I loved viewing those naughty blog sites where girls posted racy pictures of themselves to tease their viewers. I logged into my favorite one, a relatively new site where the girl had the finest ass I'd ever seen...well, aside from one other woman I knew at least.

I remember when she first started working at the school, Ms Emily Smith had taken over after Peters got fired. She was young, naive, and absolutely stunning. I'd always thought it odd how school's hire such beautiful and young teachers when all the students are horny little pricks. Of course, some of the teachers are that way too. Myself included. Peters' old classroom is directly across the hall from mine and so, each day, I was gifted with the sight of this gorgeous twenty-something young woman in tight pants that hugged her perfectly round ass. I''d often assign my students to read aloud in class and I'd stand off in the corner where I could observe her without anyone the wiser. The first day she bent over to pick something up off the floor and my panties were soaked at the sight of her slacks straining over that ample bottom that was just begging to be spanked. That night I went home and pleasured myself thinking of her bent over my desk as I slapped her ass with a ruler. I'd never come so hard in my life.

It became my mission to have her. I needed it more than I could say. To have her bent over my desk, that ass high in the air as I spanked her, then fucked her hard with my strap-on. God, the images that girl conjured in my mind would have made the devil blush. I flirted with Ms Smith off and on in the teacher's lounge, casually touching or caressing her arm whenever the opportunity arose - which I made sure it did, a lot. But the demure little minx would just blush and wander off. It made my need for her that much greater.

She had dismissed me once again that day, thus adding to the shit storm I was already going through. So, as I logged in to Ms PAWG's blog I could only hope that the sight of another beautiful young ass would get me out of my slump. And oh boy did it ever. The image that appeared on my screen made me wet and I sat back, staring at the way her thong disappeared between those shapely cheeks. Pulling my skirt up around my waist I began to tease myself through my panties. Mmm, what I wouldn't have done to have that woman. As I played, my eyes swept quickly over the brief post PAWG had written. Math teacher? Interesting. I studied the image closer, my dirty mind swirling with ideas. Imagine if meek and innocent little Ms Smith were the woman in these naughty pictures? Oh the possibilities of what I could do to her if it ever got out.

My fingers slipped beneath my damp panties as I imagined such a scenario, my fingers dipping between my lips to seek out my wet entrance. I scrolled through some of Ms PAWG's older images, curious now to see if I'd missed any clues to her identity. My fingers raced faster as I caught sight of one image in particular. Was that...no it couldn't be...but it was. Leaning in I studied the image closer, my fingers stilling then suddenly racing faster, fucking myself rapidly as I realized that one of PAWG's pictures had been taken in Ms Smith's classroom!

I quickly moved to the comment section on her latest picture. I was going to enjoy playing with this little slut.

The comment screen popped up and I typed quickly with one hand as my other hand was otherwise occupied. Hitting send I leaned back in my chair. Suddenly I was looking forward to school the next day.

*1 NEW COMMENT*

Hi PAWG. I want to slap that ass and leave prints on those beautiful white cheeks. Love the picture of you in your classroom wearing that tight skirt, your thong just peeking out. Maybe I'll get to see that thong tomorrow when I see you at school since, you know, we work together. Can't wait to squeeze and fondle that ass, Ms. Smith.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

It might seem strange, but whenever I went over to my blog, I always got myself a glass of white wine before sitting down on that office chair that I had in my living room. I guess that it was part of my daily routine that whenever I got back from work, I'd find myself sipping a glass of wine - enjoying the lewd comments my followers would leave me. Sure, this persona of mine was a total fake, but I still got a rush whenever I interacted with my 'fans', if you could even call them that. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I loved to unwind after work and see if I got any new comments, before I'd just browse the web until dinner. So, I logged and immediately got the alert that said:

*1 NEW COMMENT*​

Immediately I smiled, wondering which one of my regular readers left me a comment. Was it Tom from Australia? Or Pierre from France? Well, the username name was one that I recognized, but the user never left their name on the comment section. Well, anyway, I began reading...

Hi PAWG. I want to slap that ass and leave prints on those beautiful white cheeks.​

"Mmm" I moaned softly as I sipped on my wine. It was funny; I never let Peter do anything like that to me (in fact, I had a suspicion that this push for me to get out of my shell by posting here was his attempt to get me more adventurous sexually) but in the back of my mind, I thought to myself "You and me both stranger!". In fact, I was fidgetting on my chair, trying to ignore the fact that I felt a slight twinge in my inner lips. I continued reading...

Love the picture of you in your classroom wearing that tight skirt, your thong just peeking out. Maybe I'll get to see that thong tomorrow when I see you at school since, you know, we work together.​

Wait...what?

My heart sunk in my chest as I quickly began to panic. Whoever this was...was bluffing right? I was so careful, so paranoid about the possibility that someone from West Hill High would find me! I tried to comfort myself, but thinking "That's impossible...this person is just messing with me...".

Unfortunately, I was completely wrong.

Can't wait to squeeze and fondle that ass, Ms. Smith.​

I never, not once, even mentioned my last name on this blog. That being said, I quickly got up and shut off my monitor, as if that would somehow make everything go away. Needless to say that I rushed to Peter and told him about the situation, the second he got home. His response was a bit nonchalant, as if it wasn't a big deal. "Just delete your blog and deny it, if this is even true?" he said, calming me down a bit. Unfortunately, the blog site would only let me deactivate it, which wouldn't be a problem unless I'd log in again.

Which I never planned to. Ever.

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The next day, I found myself a little...jumpy. I don't know, I was half expecting a student to mention my blog in class, or say something that would tease me that they know. Thankfully, nothing of the sort was happening. All I got from the students were a few whispers, each making lewd comments about my figure. Which...I guess I understood. They were teenagers for the most part, senior year boys who were eyeing my body that seemed built for sin - from my pale skin, blue eyes, blonde hair and thin body. Well, thin...except for my breasts and my huge ass. Even in "professional" clothes like that I was wearing; a white blouse and a pair of slacks, I knew that I was getting all sorts of stares. I didn't mind those today - what I did mind was that someone here knew about that blog and I could only pray that they would drop it.

Not a peep from anyone though.

I thought I was in the clear when I found myself mid-day in the teacher's lounge. I got a can of orange soda from the machine, reaching in to take it.

 

[ms_tiff]

I went into work that morning with devilish intentions. I couldn’t wait to see how prim and proper Ms. Emily Smith acted when she knew that someone was onto her little secret. The very thought of her, flushed with embarrassment, made me wet as I pulled into my parking spot early that morning.

Throughout the day, I watched her from my classroom as she fumbled through her lessons. Each little sound seemed to startle her and this made me smile. The little minx was nervous and this excited me beyond measure. My mind spun with the delightfully wicked things I could do to her, to torment and tease her. Or maybe I should simply make my move, let Ms. Smith stew a little longer in that nervous tension. My nipples tightened and I grew wet with the idea of stringing her along and making Ms. Smith sweat it out just a bit longer.

I had resolved to draw out the torture when I walked into the teacher’s lounge during my lunch break. Only to be greeted with the sight of that shapely ass high in the air as Ms. Smith bent over to grab a soda from the vending machine. God if that wasn’t a tempting sight. The perfect peach bottom stretching out the material of her black slacks. Fuck me if I didn’t want to take her right then and there.

I bit my lip, reminding myself that now was not the time. It was difficult, though, to resist that ass, so round and ripe and ready for the plucking. But just because I wasn’t ready to spill my little secret right then didn’t mean that I couldn’t have a bit of fun.

Sidling up behind her, I leaned forward.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Smith.” I said gently, one hand casually caressing her backside as if in an accidental brush. The urge to squeeze the soft flesh was strong, but I resisted. “Your students behaving today?”

I pressed a congenial smile to my lips as she whirled around.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

My mind began to wander again, going back to that comment left in my blog. Could it have been just someone just messing with me? No...that wouldn't make sense; for one, the user made a comment about working with me. Secondly, they mentioned my last name, which is too specific to be just coincidence. Still...why didn't this person make a move yet? Not that I was complaining or anything. I honestly was hoping, or even praying, that today would pass by and I would never hear from them again.

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“Good afternoon, Ms. Smith.” I heard a voice say softly, a light touch to my backside making me move quickly, turning around to see Ms. Harris standing in front of me, with a smile on her face. She stood above me, maybe by two inches or so, looking down as she asked: “Your students behaving today?”

I opened my can of range as I eyed her for a split second. I was already anxious, so having her stand so close to me was the last thing that I needed. Ms. Harris was a fellow teacher here at the school and had a reputation with the students of being really stern, or very authoritative. I caught her a few times, putting down students that spoke out of line in a much more assertive tone than I ever could muster. But that wasn't really why she made me so anxious; it's just that she was so...touchy with me. I know it doesn't make sense, but it seems that whenever we found ourselves alone that she would hit on me.

"Oh, you know how they are." I said with a slight chuckle, before I sipped my drink. "They're a handful but not more than usual. What about yours?"

I guess that I should make some conversation and then make a break for it whenever I would get the chance.

 

[ms_tiff]

The way she moved so quickly away from my touch had a smirk, which I quickly suppressed, tugging at my lips. My my but she was a jumpy one today.

"Oh, you know how they are." I said with a slight chuckle, before I sipped my drink. "They're a handful but not more than usual. What about yours?"

Leaning against the vending machine I crossed my arms, pushing my breasts, which were already nicely displayed in a ice blue v-neck sweater, into full view.

"You know how these kids can be. You give them an inch and they take a mile." I shook my head, feigning to commiserate with a colleague. "But of course I don't give them an inch to begin with." I chuckled lightly and leaned towards the pretty young thing. "You can't let these kids walk all over you, Ms. Smith. What they need is a firm hand. Oh I miss the days when you could give them a good smack."

Quick as a snake I slap her ass lightly, feeling that soft flesh quake beneath my hand.

"Well I must be getting back to the classroom," I step away as if nothing else had transpired and give Ms. Smith a quick wave. "Have a nice day, Ms. PAWG." I walk away briskly, leaving a stunned Emily Smith in my wake.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

I watched as Ms. Harris stood there, arms crossed as she stared at me. The way that she looked at me... I don't even know how to properly describe it. She had this method of just looking at you and intimidating you into doing what she wanted. Maybe that was the recipe of her success around here; she could impose herself in whatever way she wanted. It worked with me; I simply stood there for a moment, like a doe between headlights as she began to say:

"You know how these kids can be. You give them an inch and they take a mile. But of course I don't give them an inch to begin with."

She moved then closer to me - the attractive, slightly older woman now maybe a couple of inches from me. "You can't let these kids walk all over you, Ms. Smith. What they need is a firm hand. Oh I miss the days when you could give them a good smack."

And so, with a quick movement of her hand, she reached out to behind me and gave a light slap to my round ass. I gasped, my eyes now opened in shock, feeling my cheeks jiggling from underneath my tight slacks.

"Well I must be getting back to the classroom, have a nice day, Ms. PAWG."

I stood there, completely stunned and shocked in place.

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The rest of my day carried on, and for about an hour or so I tried to pretend that my interaction with Ms. Harris never happened. It was very immature of me to think that I could ignore my problems away, but I didn't do it consciously. Either way, after some time my anxiety began to hit me again, making me turn my head and see whether Ms. Harris, whose class was adjecent to mine, was looking at me. I wondered, whether I could contact the principal or the cops...or something.


No, that wouldn't work...I mean, what did she do? Besides approach me at the teacher's lounge? She didn't do anything inappropriate, except for that light slap to my butt - which I didn't even have any proof of.

Hi PAWG. I want to slap that ass and leave prints on those beautiful white cheeks. Love the picture of you in your classroom wearing that tight skirt, your thong just peeking out. Maybe I'll get to see that thong tomorrow when I see you at school since, you know, we work together. Can't wait to squeeze and fondle that ass, Ms. Smith.

I felt a slight twinge of guilt, a slight ache between my thighs, as I recalled that comment that was left to my blog, before I deactivated it earlier. I couldn't believe that Ms. Harris is the one that left that, and judging from how she approached me earlier - that she actually planned on acting upon it. I was deep within these thoughts, up until the school bell rang.

** RIIINGGG **​

And my students began to leave the class.

 

[ms_tiff]

It isn't just students who can't wait for the final bell to ring at the end of the day. Today was watching the clock like a hawk, itching for that final ring that would signal my fun could begin. And I had quite a bit of fun planned.

Throughout the afternoon I could feel little Ms. Emily glancing over, her gaze wary as she tried to catch my eye. I pointedly ignored her, choosing to let her think that the little encounter at lunch was all in her imagination. Let her stew a bit, wondering if she had heard me correctly, if she could make the connection.

Finally that final bell tolled and the students dashed out in a mad rush, each one eager to get out of the depressing, stifling air of high school. I busied myself with cleaning up my already immaculate desk, keeping my back carefully to the door. I could feel her eyes on me, watching, wondering. A smirk pulled at my lips and I couldn't help the tingle that ran down my spine and between my legs.

Time for the fun to begin.

With my briefcase slung over my shoulder I moved across the hall. My black stilettos clipped briskly against the linoleum - a steady drumbeat that spelled Ms. Smith's doom.

"Well now, Ms. Smith, how was the rest of your day?" I leaned against the doorframe, one hip jutting out at a saucy angle, the curve of it emphasized by my tight black skirt. "Anything interesting happen?"

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

* CLICK CLICK CLICK *

My heart beat raced, as I nearly froze in place - hearing the clicking noises of Ms. Harris and her heels, making their way down the hall. I knew that she was coming to see me and despite usually bumping into her after class, I knew that this time it was going to be a little bit different. After all, it wasn't like most days that I saw her there, leaning against the doorframe to my glass, her hips jutting out and her eyes just eyeing me like a wild animal. There way that her eyes just looked at me, made me think like she was ready to attack.

Or in this case, torment me a little.

"Well now, Ms. Smith, how was the rest of your day? Anything interesting happen?" she asked nonchalantly.

I better play it cool...

"Um...nothing in particular. Just need to correct the pop quiz I passed around in class today." I said a bit nervously, taking some pieces of paper and placing them into my bag. I figured that if I made no mention of anything that happened in the teacher's lounge today, maybe she'd let me go?

 

[ms_tiff]

It was quite cute the way she tried to play things off. But I knew that I had gotten under her skin. The nervous set of her shoulders was only more of a turn on as I stepped further into the class room.

"Pop quiz?" I quirked an eyebrow as I reached back with my foot to push the door closed. "They must not have liked that very much." I moved closer slowly, each step taunting her. Ms. Smith's back remained towards me as I moved up behind her, so close that I could smell the perfume on her neck.

"I bet some of those boys wanted to punish you for giving them a pop quiz." My words were nothing more than a soft breath against her skin, my lips inches from her ear. I reached down and cupped her big, round ass in both my hands, squeezing those globes. "I bet they wanted to spank you for being the naughty teacher that you are."

My teeth grazed her earlobe and I smacked one hand against that delightful ass.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"Pop quiz?" Ms. Harris said, with a raised eyebrow as her foot pushed against the door, making it make a slight creaking noise as it closed. I immediately tried to protest, putting my hand up in the air before I said in a soft, timid voice "Ms. Harris, that's not necessary I - " before I got interrupted by her more assertive tone of voice. "They must not have liked that very much." she said, as I frantically turned to my desk, desperate to take my things and run out of this classroom. I heard the clicks of her heels again, as she made her way towards me, close enough that I swear I could feel her breath on my neck. If she was close enough, she probably could smell the distinct aroma of my peach scented perfume.

"I bet some of those boys wanted to punish you for giving them a pop quiz."

Still facing my desk, my mouth opened just slightly. I stopped right on my tracks, no longer trying to take my things but instead trying to comprehend the situation. Her lips just barely touched my ear, which was distracting but nothing compared to her hands that reached down and grabbed my famously big butt through my tight pants and gave both cheeks a squeeze.

"Ms. Harris!" I quickly said with a gasp.

"I bet they wanted to spank you for being the naughty teacher that you are."

Her teeth brushed against my earlobe and then...

* SMACK *

A swift spank on my ass.

I felt my cheeks jiggle underneath my pants, a soft gasp escaping my lips. I turned my head and I tried to move my body around, but Ms. Harris quickly put her elbow on my lower back, pinning me in place. "Ms. Harris, what are you doing?! Stop it, or I'll tell the administration!" I began, although I knew my threats could easily backfire on me. I was still stuck here, my heart racing like you wouldn't believe - both from the anxiety of being alone with her and from the fact that somewhere, in the back of my mind, I was enjoying the feeling of being helpless against her. How else could I explain the slight moisture now between my thighs...

 

[ms_tiff]

"Ms. Harris, what are you doing?! Stop it, or I'll tell the administration!" I

I laughed, the sound a low rumble in my throat. The absurdity of her statement was too much to resist.

"Go ahead." I said, calling her bluff. "Tell administration. I'll just have to tell them what prompted my actions. And who do you think they'll blame more?"

With my elbow pressed against her lower back, I held Ms. Smith in place. I could feel her squirm against my body and the feel of that big, round ass moving against me had me instantly wet. I pushed against her, trapping her between my body and her desk. My lips move over the pale column of her neck as my hand cupped her ass, squeezing tightly.

"It seems to me that a woman would post such...delicious photos of herself for all the world to see is a woman who wants someone to take charge of her. Someone who appreciates all of her...assets." I give those firm cheeks another squeeze as my teeth graze against the tender skin of Ms. Smith's neck.

"Wouldn't you agree, Emily?" I whisper her name, letting it run over softly over my tongue like silk.