School Daze (closed)

[w0ndergirl4]

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Kimber Delaney​

I'd finally turned eighteen over winter break and was actually naive enough to think it might make a difference, but after an hour in Reed Wellington, the private school I was attending, I could tell nothing had really changed. The dark wood of the floors and the walls was even more suffocating than I remembered and the kids were even more entitled and arrogant that before. And me, I was still the same scholarship kid from the wrong side of town. My uniform was the same as everyone else's but clearly a hand me down, the shirt and blazer too tight, and the skirt too short.

And the teachers, they were the same too. These private school teachers were a different breed from the public school teachers I'd known in middle school. Most were either too busy kissing up to the school's wealthier families and catering to their kids, or they were so drunk on their own power they couldn't see straight.

All in all, I guess you could say I wasn't a fan, I thought as I took a seat in my 2nd period class. Doing my best to ignore the boy to my left who was eyeing me and clearly either working up the nerve to hit on me, or trying to think of something witty to say about me to one of his friends, I slipped my phone out of my bag and began scrolling through my social media alerts.

Things, of course, got worse when I saw who the teacher was for my class. The same teacher who had gotten me kicked off of the school's soccer team during my junior year. Fuck! Why did it have to be him?

 

[LP1957]

Dr. Louis Edwards is what the sign on my classroom door read. I always thought it pretentious to call an academia Doctor. I had my students call me Mr. Edwards. Though in the hallways I heard Dr. Eddie bantered about quite often. My colleagues just called me Lou.

Having received my doctorate in education at the ripe age of 26 I had spent the past 28 years teaching the days youth. My goal was to make at least one student a year better at achieving their life's goal.

Having spent over 20 years at my last employment I choose to leave there when they had decided to become 'politically correct' by denouncing corporal punishment as archaic.

I have always grounded my teaching on biblical principles. Proverbs 29:15 "A rod and a reprimand impart wisdom." was my motto. Bringing a student to the front of the classroom to receive a swat or two was a weekly occurrence in my classroom at the start of each term. By semesters end those occurrences dwindled to almost never. The kids knew I meant business.

I filled many hats here at the Reed Wellington Academy. Mostly a History and Economics professor I was now teaching a 'Life's Lessons' course during second period. The goal was to prepare these Seniors for everyday life after high school.

In reality 90% of these kids would never lead a practical life. Half of them were trust fund brats that would never work a day in their lives. Most of the rest were set up with a silver spoon in their mouths and would go to work for daddy's or mommies company soon after their store bought scholarship to one of the Ivy League colleges finished up.

I sipped my coffee as I perused this years class taking an impromptu test on life everyday situations. How to manage a checkbook, hire a contractor, find their way around a government facility. Most of these students were lost causes in my eyes. Hell they drove nicer cars than the staff here. A staff that spent most of their time cowering down to the students and their parents in the hope of gaining a future asset for their publishing or political aspirations.

Not me though, I was here for the students behalf. I had the words written in bold red print atop my whiteboard. 'SPARE THE ROD, SPOIL THE CHILD'. and my kids knew early on that they were not just idle words.

Kimber Delaney seemed the most likely candidate for this years project. She wasn't like most of the others here. She showed great potential when she wanted to. Other times she was aloof and distracted. I never saw her take a note in my history class last year , and yet she seemed to ace every test. She was lacking on her homework assignments and that caused her grade to be knocked down to a B- even though she averaged over 95% on her quizzes and tests.

Then of course there was that allegation of sexual impropriety with one of the younger students last year. Though never proven one way or another as neither of them would admit to the truth, discipline had to be taken to curtail it happening again in the future.

All extra curricular activities were suspended for the both of them. The school's soccer coach still despises me for that as she seemed to be one of his better athletes. Rules must be adhered to and I stuck to my ground on this incident.

There is no 'bell system' in place at RW. The teachers and students just seem to keep track of the time and know when it is time to move on to their next class. The test I had given was designed so the kids would not be able to complete it in the 45 minutes allotted. The idea was to give them the same test when the course was complete to gauge their improvement in the knowledge required.

Kimber had finished it 10 minutes early. Had she left it half blank? Or was she just that far advanced in her real life knowledge as to know all the correct answers? I noticed her trying to conceal her phone as she looked at it to kill the extra time.

Normally this would be one of those incidents where I would bring her to the front of the class and have her bend over my desk for a swat or two as a display to the rest of the students on what to expect from me. I had other thoughts this morning though.

"Pencils down!" I announced as the period wound down. I made my way down the aisles and collected each students test. When I reached Kimber's desk I reached out my hand. "I will take that phone as well please Miss Delaney."

Knowing the use of a phone inside the classroom was a suspendible act she had no recourse but to hand it over. I snatched it from her grasp before she had a chance to close the screen she had open. I figured it might give name some insight into her world and would read over it when the kids were gone as my third period was my free one.

"You may retrieve it at days end Miss Delaney." I told here as I made sure to keep the screen open as the students filed out of the room. I sat at my desk and scrolled through the page she had open.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

I breezed through the surprise test without much trouble. Which is not to say I knew all the answers, but unlike most of my fellow schoolmates, I wasn't going to bullshit my way through an answer I didn't know. So, leaving a few of the answers blank, I was not surprisingly one of the first people to finish. After turning my test over and setting my pencil on top of it, I discreetly slipped my phone back out and holding it below the desk, just above my pleated skirt, I began to scroll while the rest of the class continued to scribble away.

Feeling bored, I found my way to a thread of gifs and started scanning through them. They were erotica mostly, but classy stuff. Guys in suits with women kneeling at their feet wearing nothing but a collar, or bare chested women embracing one another their lips just inches apart, a woman lying over a man's lap, her ass cheeks red from a presumed spanking. Not porn, well, mostly not porn, but it more importantly, it wasn't boring. In fact it was so not boring that I kind of lost track of time, and more importantly of Dr. Edwards.

Next thing I know he's standing over my shoulder a hand out. I give him the test as I try to move the phone beneath the desk, hoping he didn't see it, but I know I'm busted. He insists on the phone too, which I reluctantly give him. I know phones are supposed to be no-no's in class, but most of the teachers are pretty understanding if it is at the beginning or end of class. I don't think Dr. Edwards is most teachers though, so when he tells me to come back at the end of the day to get it, I don't argue. He already has it in for me, so no use in making things worse. Maybe, if I play it cool he'll let me off with a warning.

The rest of the day is about the same. Worse actually, since not only did I have my phone but I had this fucking conversation looming over me all day. I played it over in my head. He would tell me that phones weren't allowed during class. I would apologize and explain that I was done with my rest and had just taken it out right before the class was over. He would say something like "rules are rules, Miss Delaney" and I would tell him he was right and that it wouldn't happen again. Hopefully that would be the end of it.

Eventually the end of the school day arrived and I made my was back to Dr. Edwards' classroom, quietly slipping in as his last class of students filed out. Once everyone was gone I approached the teacher's desk, doing my best to act properly remorseful about my behavior.

"Dr. Edwards, I just came to get my phone," I said as meekly as I could manage.

 

[LP1957]

Sitting at my desk during my free period I could not help but get aroused as I scrolled through Kimber’s phone. Images of young girls, naked in submissive poses, knealt before a dressed man. Women, half naked in almost sapphic like poses. Not quite embraceing but leaving little to the imagination of what was about to happen.

I couldn’t help but think of last years incident with the freshman girl that eventually got Kimber removed from the soccer squad. Never proven, but the other girl shortly left the Acadamy amongst the rumors of impropriety between the two girls.

When I reached the section where a girl was lying bare bottom and red assed across another clothed male, well I couldn’t help but reach into my pants and give myself a short tug. Stopping just short of soiling my slacks minutes before my next class was due in.

Were these really images that excited Kimber Delaney? Were they just random sites she happened upon? I think not as they all seemed to have a consistant theme running through them.

I struggled through my next two classes, spending most of my time protected and out of the students view behind my large woodern desk. A desk I couldn’t help but have images of Miss Delaney being bent over, skirt raised, legs spread and holes bared for my veiwing pleasure as I took a paddle to that fine young, tight ass of hers.

I had to let my 6th period class out early so as to make it to the teachers restroom and pull one off to get my head back into the game. I must have cum as hard, or harder than I can remenber and was 5 minutes late to my last class after cleaning up my mess and composing myself.

Forty minutes more and I would be confronting the 18 year old student that just had me jerking off in the teachers private area. I still had no game plan on how to handle her.

As my last period class filed out I caught a glimpse in the corner of my eye of Kimber slinking her way back into my room. I felt my cock give another twitch as the well developed girl approched me.

"Dr. Edwards, I just came to get my phone," she said in a very lowkey voice. I couldn’t tell if she was being sincerely remorsefull, playing the submisive plaything shown in her browser, or just trying to pull one over on me.

“Miss Delaney, as you know phones are stricktly forbidden inside the classroom. On top of that…” I stated in my most authoritve mustered voice. “I couldn’t help but notice some disturbing content on your browser.” Giving the girl a very stern look as I recounted this to her.

“I am sure you relize that either of these two ocurances could end up having you suspended. Especially with your history in the short time you have attended Reed Wellington.” Normally I would have struted around to the front of my desk with paddle in hand, but I was once again indisposed by the hardening of my 8” manhood.

“Do you have any explanation for being on the phone and/or looking at inappropriate media content for this school setting?” At this point I did reach for and take hold of the wodden paddle I kept near at all times. It would not be proper for me to paddle the young lady while we were alone in the room, but I wanted to make sure she knew the threat was there and real.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

“Miss Delaney, as you know phones are stricktly forbidden inside the classroom. On top of that…” he said as if he was auditioning for a role as the strict teacher at a private school “I couldn’t help but notice some disturbing content on your browser.”

I was expecting the lecture and was doing my best to look and act appropriately contrite right up until I realized, based on his comment, that my screen hadn't locked before I gave it to Dr. Edwards. My first thought was that he had access to my text messages, but mentally scanning through them, I couldn't think of much that would have interested him. I'd had some nude selfies on there at some point, but thankfully had deleted them a few weeks ago, so I was struggling to figure out what he meant when I heard the word 'browser' echo in my head.

I hadn't closed out the browser? Fuck. As soon as I realized what I had done, the images I'd been scrolling through just before the end of class came flooding back into my mind. Fuck, fuckity, fuck fuck fuck! Of all the teachers to have to catch me looking at erotica it would have to be the teacher who had presided over my suspension for fooling around with another student, I thought as I risked a quick glance at Mr. Edwards' face. Yep, still looks mad.

I briefly spared a thought for Emma Greene, the other girl in my sordid little scandal. We had just been playing around really, just experimenting. A little kissing, a little light petting...maybe one of us had slipped a hand up the other's skirt and started to play with her pussy, but hey it wasn't like I had strapped on a dildo and let her ride me reverse cowgirl. Hmmm, well now that mental image is going to hang around for awhile, I realized as I tied to focus on my current predicament instead of my previous one.

“Do you have any explanation for being on the phone and/or looking at inappropriate media content for this school setting?” Dr. Edwards asked, his eyes studying me. I couldn't help but notice that he had picked up a wooden paddle and was holding it firmly in one hand. It had become more rare these days for students to get paddled, but it wasn't entirely unheard of and more often than not when rumors began to spread around the school that someone had gotten the paddle, Dr. Edwards' name was involved. People said he seemed to have a thing for spanking little kids. And judging by the way he was holding the large, imposing paddle, I was beginning to think the rumors might be fact.

"I am so sorry, Dr. Edwards. I didn't mean any disrespect. I had finished my quiz and was just killing time before the end of class," the words spilled out of me in a rush. "I know I shouldn't have, but one of my friends had sent me a link to that website. I thought it was just a photography website. I-I am kind of a amateur photographer so I thought I would check it out...I didn't realize what it was..."

Okay, other than being an amateur photographer, none of that was true, but I felt like it was much better than the truth. Sorry, sir, I like to look at dirty images all day long and then finger myself as soon as I get home. Sometimes before I get home.

"i promise, if you could just let me off with a warning, it will never happen again," I added. The look on the teacher's face didn't fill me with an overwhelming optimism at this point. So, I decided to keep going. "I will take whatever punishment you think is appropriate..." my eyes momentarily flickered down to the paddle in his hand "...I just don't want to be kicked out of school, sir."

 

[LP1957]

I watched as the girl strutted past the exiting students, then, once they were out of her sight, immediately change her demeanor to one that tried to portray her as sweet and innocent. A look she would never truly be able to pull off even with extended acting lessons.

When she heard me utter the word ‘browser’ her practiced look cracked and I could glimpse a breif look of terror in the young girls eyes as she seemed to be trying to change course midstream.

"I am so sorry, Dr. Edwards. I didn't mean any disrespect. I had finished my quiz and was just killing time before the end of class," I enjoyed watching her squirm as she saw me pick up my paddle and menacingly wave it her way.

She went on to give the excuse of someone having sent her the link, and to dabbling in photograrphy. The whole time she starred at the paddle in my hand and I could not determine if the look in her eyes was one of want and lust, or one of terror.

Either way it had my cock hard once more and I would be unable to stand up and do anything (other than fuck her) at that moment. I needed to think fast.

"i promise, if you could just let me off with a warning, it will never happen again," She was sounding almost submissive in her newly aquired tone.

"I will take whatever punishment you think is appropriate...I just don't want to be kicked out of school, sir." Her tone had shifted once more from the submissive little school girl to one of pleading her cause so as to not be suspended or expelled. I was finding it very difficult to get a true reading on this young lady.

Like her studies, her personality seemed to jump from one moment to the next. I took my notepad and scribbled on it. “Miss Delaney. Take this detention slip to Mrs Young’s classroom and finish out the hour there.”
I handed her the slip. “Once the period is over please return here and I will give you my decision”

The moment after watching her tight young ass wriggle out my classroom door I freed my cock and jerked off for the second time in less than 2 hours. I would be ready for her when she returned in 45 minutes.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

I was surprised and frustrated when, instead of just deciding on a punishment right then, Dr. Edwards insisted that I go to detention and come back afterwards. I just wanted my phone back and to have the whole, embarrassing incident over with, but instead he was going to prolong it another hour. Fuck! I could tell he was itching to use his large, thick wooden paddle on me and I had practically offered to let him if it meant not having the whole matter taken to the principal or worse, to my parents.

I spent the next forty five minutes in detention working on homework assignments so I wouldn't have to do any when I got home, but the time just seemed to creep by. When Mrs. Young finally announced that we were free to go, I quickly shoved my books back into my back and scooted out of the room. A few minutes later I stepped back into Dr. Edwards' classroom, once again praying that he would be reasonable.

"Dr. Edwards? Have you made a decision?" I asked as I closed the door behind me, hoping it didn't sound like I was trying to rush him.

 

[LP1957]

"Dr. Edwards? Have you made a decision?" Kimber asked. Despite his having jerked off twice today to the thought of this young girl Lou could feel a twinge in his cock as she reentered his room.

Giving her a stern look he motioned her to sit at her desk in the front of the room before starting his lecture. "Miss Delaney, you are one of the brightest students we have here at Reed Wellington. I graded today's papers and you had the highest mark in the class despite finishing long before anyone else."

Indeed only three students had completed the assignment. An assignment that was not designed to be completed at all. He could read the boredom in her eyes as he went on with his discourse. "You have the potential to be in the top 5% of your class here Kimber." (Dr. Edwards rarely called the students by their first names, he really did see potential in this girl and wanted to help her along in her studies.)

Frustrated by her indifference he once again picked up the paddle as her eyes widened at he sight of it. "Miss Delaney, I think what you lack is focus and attention." Her eyes now had a mixture of concern and curiosity in them.

"Please come to my desk, place your hands palm down atop it and bend over." She really had no alternative but to comply, what with the all too real threat of suspension looming over her. He watched as the tight young girl sauntered to his desk and took her position as requested.

"Miss Delaney, I take no pleasure in having to discipline students...." Normally this would be considered a true statement. While he took no real pleasure in the act, he felt the need to steer students in the right direction was essential.

"What you seem to lack is attention and desire." The look of aloofness in her eyes, once again, perturbed the strict teacher. He raised up the paddle and brought it down swiftly, and much harder than he had intended. The blow lifted the slight girl to her very tip toes. When stretched out, the bottom of her tight white panties were revealed to him.

Lou could swear he also saw the bottom portion of her ass cheeks poking out below the border of her legs. At that moment, spurred on by his again hardening cock, he wanted nothing more than to lift her skirt up and over her back and swat that fine young ass in just her white panties until her cheeks were a nice bright pinkish tone.

Instead he gave her three more swift, yet somewhat lighter swats across her skirt covered behind.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

I was nervous as I stepped back into the quiet classroom, unsure what to expect in the way of punishment, but even before Dr. Edwards had seated me at the desk facing his own, even before he had begun to lecture me, my nervousness had begun to give way to annoyance at having to return to his class yet again and at having to listen to his condescending tone. I complied of course, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide my frustration as he droned on.

I'd heard the lecture before from half a dozen teachers, if not more. I had so much potential. I just needed to apply myself. I could be anything I wanted to be, do anything I wanted, if only I would try harder.

It was all I could do not to roll my eyes at Dr. Edwards, right up until the moment when I saw him reach for the paddle again. Now we were finally getting somewhere, I thought, though the realization that the teacher might actually use the thick piece of wood on me brought a new set of anxieties.

"Please come to my desk, place your hands palm down atop it and bend over."

And there it was, just like that. He was actually going to do it. As I slipped from the small desk I had to look down to hide a slight smirk. I could tell by the way he fondled the paddle that he had been itching to use it since the moment I had first come for my phone, but some part of me had thought he wouldn't actually do it. He wouldn't risk the shitstorm that could come from him spanking a female student in his classroom, alone. But clearly, I had misjudged Dr. Edwards.

As I moved to the front of his desk and leaned over, placing my hands on the edge, I once again found myself regretting the second hand, too short skirt that I was wearing, realizing that as I bent over I might just be giving the teacher a bit more of a show than either of us was comfortable with. Well at least I hadn't worn a thong or g-string today, I thought, once again bringing a wry grin to my face.

That smile quickly disappeared as Dr. Edwards brought the paddle down hard against my backside, so hard that instinctively I found myself lifting up on my toes, as if trying to some how get away from the hard smack of the wood which had mostly caught the rounded portion of my butt which was covered by my skirt. The bottom edge however had found flesh, and I imagined it likely left a very red, very visible mark.

What the fuck, dude? What the fuck was he thinking spanking me that hard, I thought. I started to object but before I could, the paddle found my ass again. The second, third and fourth smacks were lighter than that initial swat but each one had progressively struck me lower, the last nearly half way beneath my skirt. The lower portion of my buttocks and upper thighs were burning red hot much like my face as I turned around to face Dr. Edwards.

"Jeez, maybe overdoing it a wee bit, huh?" I said, not even trying to disguise my distaste, my eyes flaring as I met his. "I might need to sit down sometime this month, ya know?"

As I waited for a response from the paddle wielding teacher, I slipped both hands behind me and under my skirt, rubbing the still stinging area at the bottom of my ass cheeks.

I would have said more, but at that moment all I wanted to was to get out of there.

"Can I have my phone now?"

"

 

[LP1957]

Seeing the sassy young girl jump and yelp as the first blow hit, albeit harder than he had intended, brought a slight smile to his face. He had just told her 'I take no pleasure in having to discipline students.' This time he did take pleasure.

Pleasure in knowing he was trying to make her a better student and a better person. More so that the cutest ass in the school, an ass he had jerked off thinking about, not once but twice already today was at his disposal.

Lou Edwards wife had left him some two years prior. Spankings were a common occurrence in their bedroom. Both as a means of discipline and of foreplay. Since she had ran off with a coworker he had not had the privilege of paddling a women's ass in a sexual manner. Something that always made him hard and ready to fuck.

He was having those feelings again this afternoon with the young co-ed draped across his desk. Her white panties peaking out at him when that first solid strike landed at her skirt line.

The next three swats were for his pleasure as much as for her regulation. He was painting her upper thighs a crimson red. A color he could enjoy as she retreated from his room. A hue he was sure would be noticed by whomever might still be on campus. Perhaps even by her parents when she returned home.

The thought of her embarrassment from being seen in that state was making him aroused once again. "Jeez, maybe overdoing it a wee bit, huh?" Her cheeky remark snapped him from his sexual desires. "I might need to sit down sometime this month, ya know?"

He was a little put back by her disrespectful remarks. "I do hope you will take a lessen from this Miss Delaney." He slapped the paddle against his palm in such a way that it did't hurt, but made a resounding SLAP. "This was entirely for your benefit." He now held the large paddle in front of him so as to hide his growing erection.

"Can I have my phone now?" she asked almost defiantly. She was going to prove to be more of a challenge than he had anticipated. Retrieving the phone from his desk and handing it to her. "Do not let me see it in my classroom again young lady. Also be sure to erase that inappropriate media from your browser."

He couldn't help but admire his handy work as her reddened thighs slinked out of his classroom.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

Leaving the school after that, my ass wasn't the only thing that was red and hurting. I had honestly thought that getting a spanking from Dr. Edwards would be the easiest punishment available to me. And it wasn't the pain that had me frustrated and fighting back tears as I pushed my way through a group of kids who were standing near the front entrance of the school. It wasn't the fact that they could probably see the welts on the backs of my thighs as I passed through them, though they probably could. Sure, it had hurt more than I expected it to, and he had been a bigger asshole about it than I had expected him to be, making me bend over his desk, spanking me below the edge of my skirt. All those things were combining to piss me off and make me feel like shit, but it wasn't until hours later that I realized what was really bothering me about it.

I'd walked home per usual and per usual, found my house empty, which was fine by me. After some microwave mac n cheese and a sprite, I retreated to my room and locked the door behind me. Based on how I was feeling, I normally would have thrown myself down onto the bed, but considering how much my butt was still stinging, I decided against that. I opened my closet door and turned around so I could look at my ass in the full length mirror on the inside of the door.

It had been more than thirty minutes since the spanking but there were still visible marks on the lower portion of my ass. The fucker had actually marked me. After very carefully removing my skirt and underwear, I found some lotion in the bathroom and rubbed liberal amounts on the red marks before gently laying down on the bed, ass up. I tried to read at first, just to get my mind off the encounter, but I couldn't concentrate on my book, and soon found myself scrolling through my messages and social media pages on my phone.

The rest of the night passed like most others, and eventually the marks on my backside began to fade, as did the pain associated with the spanking. I ventured out of my room once to get some dinner and answer a handful of inane questions about my day, proffered by my mom and my stepdad before going back into my room for the night.

Bored I found my way back to the website that I had been looking at before Dr. Edwards had confiscated my phone in class. It wasn't unusual for me to find myself looking at porn at night in my bed, but as I sifted through the random images and videos on that particular night, I found myself drawn more and more to a certain theme, specifically images of girls being spanked. It wasn't like I hadn't seen videos and pics like that before, and found them interesting, but for some reason I felt more compelled to watch them that night.

Soon I was holding the phone above my face, my legs spread wide and my free hand rubbing my pussy eagerly. I watched a dozen or more videos of women being spanked, some with paddles, some with bare hands, some with whips. but in most all of them eventually the spanking progressed to fucking. And after more than hour of touching myself, fingering myself, I finally came. It was at this point that I began to realize why the spanking I had endured had left me so shaken. Because, even though I wouldn't have acknowledged in the moment, I had been aroused. Bending over the desk like that, knowing that Dr. Edwards could see my ass, even if only part of it. Feeling that hard wooden paddle smack against my buttocks again and again. It had hurt, yes. It had been embarrassing, yes. It had been frustrating, yes. But it had also turned me on.

The real question was why? And what was I going to do about it?

The next couple of days I laid low at school, not wanting to risk a change of mind on Dr. Edwards part, or the wrath of any of my other teachers. But as the week continued on I found myself thinking more and more about the encounter between the teacher and myself. He certainly seemed to believe in corporal punishment, judging by the way he fondled that paddle but was that just because he had a hard on for discipline, or did he get off on spanking girls? I'd been thinking about just that possibility on Friday during class when I'd decided to doodle a little pic on my homework assignment. It was a cute little drawing of a girl in a private school outfit bending over a desk getting spanked by a large, very ugly looking troll.

I gave Dr. Edwards a bright, beaming smile as I handed my assignment to him at the beginning of class, curious as to how he would react. Would it get me in trouble, probably, but would it earn me another spanking?

 

[LP1957]

I went home horny as hell from my time spent thinking and swatting the barely 18 year old Kimber Delaney. I would have beat my cock again if it weren't already so sore from the first two go rounds.

I just couldn't seem to get that brazen young girls tight ass off my mind. It seemed as though she may have taken almost as much pleasure from her spanking as I did. Was that even possible? or was I reading way too much into her devil may care reactions.

She did look sweet as she removed herself from my room and sight. Though I still saw here red ass cheeks in my minds eyes. Still saw her white panties, a size too small for her with her butt cheeks straining to make their escape.

My cock was hardening again as I pulled a cold beer from the fridge and kicked off my shoes. I found myself pulling up images of school girls being spanked on my laptop. Not one of their derrieres looked better than Kimber's.

If I couldn't turn that girl's attitude and study habits, I would certainly be turning her ass cheeks and upper legs to the color of my liking. Slamming shut the computer I made my way in for a clod shower and then made my way to bed.

Tuesday and Wednesday went by slow and somewhat boring. Kimber, in her front row seat still wore skirts which would be considered just the wrong side of the dress code. She did keep her legs closed or crossed the entire time in my class.

I had assigned homework the night before. "Please place your homework assignments on the front right corner of your desks and get out your notebooks." As I went up and down the aisles I was a little shocked that Kimber had hers ready and waiting. More times than not she had failed to complete her overnight assignments.

"Thank you Miss Delaney, I smiled before picking hers up and noticing a cute little drawing of a girl in a private school outfit bending over a desk getting spanked by a large, very ugly looking troll. I gave her a stern look as I placed it atop the rest of the students papers.

I went about my lecture for the day, absent mindedly glancing at her artwork throughout. I had to assume the Troll was me. The image of the girl, though not showing any ass crack, did look as if she were sans panties. The bottom of her ass cheeks in full view and very red. She also had a devilish little smile on her face.

As time ran out I looked to the class. "Thank you, I will see you all tomorrow. Miss Delaney can you please hold back a moment?"

As the class filtered out, and before the next students arrived I confronted the girl one more time. "I believe we had a discussion about misappropriate media in my classroom and on the school campus. Did we not?"

I looked sternly into her eyes. "Does your bottom need yet another reminder? I thought after Monday's paddling that you would have learned to behave? What do you have to say for yourself young lady?" I almost sounded like her father scolding her for coming home late on a school night.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

The stern look he gave me before tucking my assignment under the others in his hand was just the prelude, I realized as I heard him ask me to stay behind. I had been just about to slip through the door and into the hallway, my bag slung over my shoulder. A small smile crept across my face but I managed to wipe it away before turning back and stepping toward the front of the class.

"I believe we had a discussion about misappropriate media in my classroom and on the school campus. Did we not?" he asked once the other students had filed out.

I didn't bother to attempt an answer. I could tell he had more to say on the subject so I simply waited for him to continue, avoiding eye contact and acting as if I was only mildly interested in what he was saying.

"Does your bottom need yet another reminder? I thought after Monday's paddling that you would have learned to behave? What do you have to say for yourself young lady?" he continued. This time he seemed to want an answer, so I finally looked him in the eyes.

"I guess I'm a slow learner, sir," I responded, the challenge in my voice and in my eyes. "Besides, it was just a little drawing. No big deal, right?"

I knew I was walking a fine line, trying to anger him enough that he would decide I needed another spanking, without angering him so much that he would decided to report me to the headmaster, but I also suspected he would much rather have me bent over his desk again than to send me off to the office where someone else would deal with me.

 

[LP1957]

Lou went about giving her yet another stern lecture on right and wrong. Acceptable and unacceptable. Polite and discourteous. She maintained a smug little smile on her all too cute face. "I guess I'm a slow learner, sir," Was her answer when he had put her in a corner that she needed to respond to.

Her eyes challenged him, as did the look of defiance on her face. The same type look his cheating wife used to give him before she ran off with another man. She was 12 years younger than the teacher. 40 to his 52 when she left him two years prior. She always had wanted children and he was unable to give them to her.

Feeling her biological clock was running out she ran off with an 28 year old from work with every intention of having him knock her up. Lou wondered if she might come back home once she got a baby in her belly.

Lou Edwards mind was on his wife and what she had done to him when Kimber added snidely "Besides, it was just a little drawing. No big deal, right?" He reacted without thinking. An act he would do with his wife, in their bedroom. He swung his arm and his hand came down right across the young ladies skirt covered ass.

With the loud "SWAT!" he was snapped back into reality. This wasn't his cheating wife. This was an 18 year old female student. The startled look on her face was priceless he had to admit to himself as his brain scrambled for an explanation.

"Miss Deleany, if need be, you will feel my discipline each and every day for the remainder of the school year, until you decide to right your wrongs." He felt himself stiffening and his pants beginning to tent in the front.

"You may go now." He hoped she would exit quickly so he could compose himself before his next class found their way in and to their seats.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

There was the briefest flash of anger in Dr. Edwards' eyes, but that was the only warning I had before I felt his hand swat fast and hard against my butt. It didn't have nearly the impact that the wooden paddle had, especially with my skirt absorbing most of the sting, but it still sent a surge of excitement through me. I had definitely gotten to him and once again he had chosen to discipline me with a spanking. Unfortunately, with his next class starting in just a few minutes, he didn't seem inclined to continue. As much as I detested Dr. Edwards, I found myself more than a little disappointed about that.

Grabbing my bag I turned and headed for the door without a word. But before I reached the hall, I stopped and looked over my shoulder at him. Then, even as a pair of students brushed past me and took their seats in the classroom, I smiled at Dr. Edwards and said, "I'll be back after the last bell."

And with that I was gone, blending into the throng of students that filled the hallway. I couldn't help but wonder what Dr. Edwards would make of my statement. The truth was, I wasn't entirely sure what I had in mind. Was I really sure I wanted to return at the end of the day? And if I did, what was I hoping would happen? And was I really willing to risk a sterner punishment just so I could push some teacher's buttons, or was there more to it than that?

I spent the next several hours playing my interaction with the teacher over and over in my head. Remembering that flash of anger in his eyes, remembering the hard whack of his hand against my skirt. What else would he have done if his next class hadn't been about to start? In the end, I decided I really wanted to know the answer to that question, even if I hadn't been able to answer most of the other questions I'd been asking myself. And so, after the last bell, after most of the students had left or were leaving, I made my way back to Dr. Edwards' classroom.

 

[LP1957]

Having swatted the young girl bare handed I recoiled when realizing just what I had done. I quickly dismissed her, and it was now I that was hoping a visit to the principals office wasn't in my own near future.

Of course I would easily be able to talk myself out of any dire consequences. It wasn't right or correct to swat a female student. Especially one on one with no witnesses. It would, of course, be my word against hers and she did have a history of telling tales in the past.

No, I was OK on that front. However the hassle of being accused would put a red flag on my file, and myself as well would be viewed more carefully moving forward and I didn't want that. I would definitely need to be more regimental in my future dealings with this young lady.

"I'll be back after the last bell." Kimber called out over her shoulder with a defying smile. Was she taunting me? Did she not understand that the punishment given had redeemed her act of defiance for the sketch? Or did she feel the want, or dare even, the need to be punished. To be shown the direction she was fighting so hard to stay away from.

I watched her, cute ass, sway out of my classroom. I taught my next class with thoughts of the sassy and sure of herself 18 year old running through my mind. After which I made my way to my car to retrieve an item that might answer my questions.

The rest of the day went slow. Excruciatingly slowwwwww. All I could think about was Kimber Delaney's sweet little ass bent over my desk one more time. Finally my last period came to a close. Dismissing my students I couldn't help but watch the doorway to see if she would indeed return.

And if so, for just what purpose? Ten minutes passed by, even slower than the hours and minutes I had been anxiously waiting to find out just what was on this girls mind. As I was just starting to contemplate packing up and leaving, figuring that she had realized that nothing further was required of her today she graced my entryway.

Looking sexier than I had ever perceived, she pulled the door closed behind her. Mine, being the last classroom at the end of the hall, it was not likely to have any future traffic for the rest of the day.

"Come in Miss Delaney." I announced after she was already inside. "Please take your seat and tell me what it is that brings you back to my classroom this afternoon." I was immediately sorry that I had asked her to sit and take away my view of her nice bottom in the short skirt that was once more testing the limits of the school's dress code.

As she was moving to her desk, I also moved to mine. As she sat down I opened my desk drawer and retrieved the patent leather riding crop I had retrieved from my car earlier. I sat the 27" whip on the corner of my desk. Its thick leather slapper at the end hanging over the edge and pointed directly at Kimber's seat. I then sat back on my desk right beside it and looked the young girl directly in the eyes.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

As confident as I'd felt and sounded before leaving Dr. Edwards' class, by the time the final bell had rung and students had eagerly abandoned our institution of higher learning, I had all but convinced myself I shouldn't return to his room. It had been fun, exhilarating even, to push back against him a little, and there was definitely a part of me that wanted to do it again, to see just how far I could push him and what exactly he might do when I pushed too far. He had snapped earlier when he swatted me on the butt, before quickly regaining his composure. But was I really prepared for what he might do without the possibility of students walking in on us at any moment? And what did I want from him anyway?

That was the question that preoccupied me during my last class. What did I want? Was I just having fun pushing his buttons, just getting off on being the rebel of the school? Or maybe I was trying to pay him back in some small way for his role in me being kicked off the soccer team. Or maybe, maybe the truth was darker but somehow more obvious. Maybe I just wanted to be spanked again. Maybe that first time had aroused something in me that I wasn't quite done exploring. But was that something I wanted to explore with stodgy old Dr. Edwards? I certainly wasn't attracted to him, no if there was anything to the sexual aspect of it, it was the spanking, not the spanker, I told myself. But if wasn't going to explore this little kink with my teacher, who was I going to explore it with. I didn't have a boyfriend, and though I doubted it would be that hard to find a fuck buddy, I also doubted any of the douchewagons in my school had any experience with what I was interested in.

After leaving my last class, I found myself meandering the halls, sure that I was going to go home, but not quite finding the path that would take me out of the school. Instead after several minutes I found myself outside Dr. Edwards' class once again, this time hesitating a long while before finally stepping inside and shutting the door behind me.

"Please take your seat and tell me what it is that brings you back to my classroom this afternoon," Dr. Edwards instructed, not seeming surprised to have me return.

I slowly moved toward the desk and sat down, wishing I felt as confident as I had earlier. As I sat down, dropping my bag on the floor, Dr. Edwards moved around to his desk, but instead of sitting down he opened a drawer and pulled something from it. I assumed he would pull out the large wooden paddle from our previous encounter, the thought of which caused my heart to begin to beat faster. But instead of the paddle he produced what appeared to be a leather riding crop, which he placed on the desk.

My heart raced even faster at the sight of the ominous looking whip, but I did my best to gather my composure. I was sitting, as I often did, slumped slightly at my desk, my legs stretched out in front of me casually, not really caring whether anyone might be able to see up my short skirt, but as my gaze met Dr. Edwards' eyes, I sat up straighter and crossed my legs beneath the desk.

"I thought about what you said earlier...about me needing to...feel your discipline each and every day...and well, I think maybe you're right. I think maybe that could really help me control some of my bad habits...my urges," I said, my voice right on the edge between sincere and teasing.

"Is that something you'd be willing to do to...for me?" I asked, once again letting my gaze drop down to the riding crop next to him.

 

[LP1957]

The teacher was very happy and a little surprised when Kimber did grace the doorway of his classroom. If nothing else, he felt the young lady was seeking his academic help in her wayward studies.

He looked her up and down, undressing her with his eyes as she took her seat in the front row as instructed. Her posture leaving something to be desired. The quick and slight peek at her panties as she settled in her chair causing much desire to his loins.

Seeing my riding crop brought the young lady to a full, upright position at her desk as her eyes grew large. Her legs crossed demurely, as if a modicum of modesty had overtaken her. "Do explain your presence here Kimber." I reiterated, using her first name for only the second time. I wanted her to feel comfortable with me in these after hours. A 'friend' of sorts that she could grow to trust.

"I thought about what you said earlier...about me needing to...feel your discipline each and every day...and well, I think maybe you're right. I think maybe that could really help me control some of my bad habits...my urges," she again was flittering and fidgeting about in her seat. Her tone, had a mixture of sincerity and defiance, that was somewhat undefined. As if she wasn't sure of herself. Or that she couldn't quite commit to bettering herself.

I starred directly into her eyes. Right into the young girls soul, it seemed. Her movements stopped. Her eyes lowered from mine. She next said in almost a whisper, but very sincerely "Is that something you'd be willing to do to...for me?"

I couldn't help but smile. Though with her eyes averted she missed the look of my pleasure. "You are a very bright girl Kimber. I would like nothing better than to help you achieve all that you are capable of. I think we both know that will take hard work on your part, and some reminder's on mine."

Picking up the riding crop I took her chin softly in my hand and brought her eyes up to mine. "It is something you will need to strive for. Something you will need to work at. Something you will need to ASK for." I laid out the stipulations. I also knew that I was taping our encounter here. Having her on tape, asking for what I hoped she would ask for would protect me if things went south.

"You may walk out the door now, and continue on your journey to possible exultation from this school if you don't amend your ways. A path which may well lead to a very difficult life moving forward. Or..." pausing a good moment for dramatic effect and to let her consider my words. "you may take the position that I am sure you know" referring to her hands on my desk and bent at the waist.

At this point I ran the crop tracing the short hemline of her skirt and awaited her decision.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

In that flicker of a moment as I waited for Dr. Edwards to respond, I honestly couldn't have said which I wanted more, for him to agree to what I was asking for, or for him to decline. The latter would likely have filled me with a sense of relief, but when he did respond, I felt myself filled instead with a sense of excitement, the kind of excitement that is heavily mixed with fear and danger.

My heart fluttered slightly and I tensed when he picked up the riding crop and used it to tilt my head up to look at him. This is what I wanted, right? Might be too late to back out now, I told myself, the nervous excitement intensifying at the feel of the leather whip beneath my chin.

"You may walk out the door now, and continue on your journey to possible exultation from this school if you don't amend your ways. A path which may well lead to a very difficult life moving forward. Or..." and then he paused, holding my gaze for a long moment before continuing, "...you may take the position that I am sure you know."

Time to put up or shut up, Kimber, I thought as Dr. Edwards lowered the riding crop down, letting it brush against my skirt ominously. I swallowed noticeably before silently slipping from the small desk and walking past him to his own desk. Leaning forward I once again placed my hands on the edge of his desk. This time I spread my legs slightly further apart and pushed my hips back, ensuring that my too-small skirt rose even higher up my ass, revealing even more of my white cotton panties.

 

[LP1957]

He couldn't help but admire the sweet, young ass that was draped across his desk, inviting his discipline. He smiled inwardly, knowing that Kimber had succumbed to his will. His will to better this young lady. To teach her right from wrong.

He moved ever so slowly behind her. He wanted to choose his words and actions carefully. They were at a crossroads here. If he were to firm and demanding he might scare her away. Depriving her of the chance to better herself. Depriving himself of the opportunity to not only better her life situation, but to gain his own pleasure in doing so.

He couldn't help but notice her white panties peeking out at him enticingly. Barely covering the bottom globes of her ass cheeks. He ran the crop along the edge, where her flesh met cotton, sending a shiver of titillation and fear against her tender skin.

"You know Kimber..." His crop softly caressing that tender area. "when you show these panties to the boys here at school, they only think and want one thing." He paused a moment to let his words sink in.

Then SWACK! the riding crop came down precisely where the tip had been tickling her on her left leg. "You are aware of that aren't you?" he asked as he let the sting take its toll on her fair skin. "Do you get a kick out of teasing the young men here Miss Delaney?"

Before she could answer she felt the same sting on her right leg. SWACK! "It isn't nice, or proper to tease young men. Or older men for that matter." His cock was growing hard in his pants. "It can only lead to trouble in your future." He waited to hear her answer before continuing.

"It is very admirable of you to, take this step to, better yourself Kimber." He complimented her courage and his use of her first name was meant to soften the stern lecture. "It shows that you do have some pride in yourself and in your behavior moving forward. I do look forward to helping you with just that to the best of my ability."

THWACK! THWACK! These two unexpected smacks landed back to back across her skirt. The intensity of them neutralizing the protection of the thin layer of material that the skirt provided her. "I have nothing but high hopes for you Kimber." His words once again light and soothing.

"I want you to go home and think about what direction you would like our sessions to take. I will be thinking long and hard about the very same thing." Of course he would be jack hammering his cock in his hand as he did just that tonight.

THWACK! the fifth, and what would be the final thrash of the day landed just where the small of her back met the rounding of her adorable ass. "We are finished for today Miss Delaney." He gave her time to stand and recoup herself before she would retrieve her things and head out his door for home.

"One more thing Kimber.." he stopped her just before she could reach the doorway. "If I see those panties being flaunted again... they will end up in my desk drawer just as your phone did previously." He looked into her eyes for confirmation that she understood what he had said.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

As hesitant as I was to feel the sting of the riding crop against my ass, standing there with my ass peeking out from beneath my skirt, my hands braced against the desk, I was as turned on as I had ever been. And my arousal only intensified when I felt the edge of the whip rubbing across my ass cheek along the edge of my panties. It was like Dr. Edwards was signaling to me where that first smack would land, and the thought that he was looking at me, staring at the spot where my ass cheek hung out of my panties, perhaps becoming aroused by the sight, was making me wet.

And then the riding crop snapped hard against my ass and I breathed in sharply. It was nothing like being spanked with the wooden paddle, which was large enough to cover nearly my entire ass, and hard enough to cause my cheeks to jiggle. The riding crop bit into my skin, leaving a searing sting. It wasn't better or worse, but definitely different. My left cheek was still stinging when I felt the riding crop smack against my right cheek, bringing a slight whimper from me.

"It isn't nice, or proper to tease young men. Or older men for that matter." Did that mean he was one of those older men?

"I'm sorry, Dr. Edwards, I wasn't trying to tease anyone..." I managed to say, though it wasn't entirely true. I had meant to tease him, hadn't I?

A moment later the whip smacked against my ass twice in quick succession, harder than the first two times, though luckily it landed partially on my skirt, blunting the sting slightly. I could myself growing wetter, so wet that I knew my panties would probably start to betray me soon.

"I want you to go home and think about what direction you would like our sessions to take. I will be thinking long and hard about the very same thing." Long and hard?

I honestly thought the spanking was over at that point, but just as I started to straighten up the riding crop fell again, landing near the top of my ass. The surprise smack from the whip brought another gasp from me and a shudder. A moment later Dr. Edwards told me he was done with me for the day.

As I turned and straightened, resisting the urge to reach under my skirt and rub my stinging ass cheeks, I could see that the teacher was hard, the bulge in his pants clearly visible. I grabbed my things and started toward the door, but pulled up short when he spoke to me again.

"If I see those panties being flaunted again... they will end up in my desk drawer just as your phone did previously."

And with that intriguing thought occupying my mind, I slipped out of the classroom and into the hall. I knew I should go home as quickly as possible, but I was also so turned on at that moment that I couldn't wait til I got home to satisfy myself. Instead I slipped into the girls bathroom and quickly shut myself in the last stall. A moment later those same panties that Dr. Edwards had threatened to confiscate, now completely soaked through, were dangling from one ankle as I spread my legs wide and rubbed my clit to a thunderous orgasm.

I fingered myself again that night while laying in my bed and replaying the entire encounter in my mind, from the moment I assumed the position til the moment I turned around and saw the erection in Dr. Edwards' pants. By the time I finished I'd cum twice more and fell asleep soon after, a smile on my face.

 

[LP1957]

I had paused for a moment. Paused to admire the two bright red marks at the bottom of each cheek. Paused to wonder what the two on her mid buttocks looked like. Then, just as Kimber started to straighten up I landed a fifth and final blow causing an audible gasp from both the surprise and the sting.

There were no tears this first day of reckoning. There was an anticipated thought of her desire or need to rub the markings I had left on her. To her commandment she resisted the urge. At least for as long as she remained in my presence.

While she managed to hold the tears and hide the fact that she wanted to sooth her stinging skin, she could not hide the sweet aroma that her womanhood had recreated while taking her punishment. That sweet scent from her pussy making me harder still. So hard I couldn't hide the 8 inch steel rod in my pants.

Telling her we were done for the day she quickly righted herself. Looking straight at me, my erection was not, nor could it be hidden from her view. I caught the slight glimmer in her eyes. Though it could have been from tears being held back. She made her way to the door before I stopped and gave her instructions of what would happen if I saw her panties again.

Again her eyes grew wide at the thought. Was she worried of being made to go commando in the school hallways? Did it turn her on more to maybe have just that punishment required of her. Would she push my boundaries and her own by changing to see if I were serious?

I stepped out of my classroom only moments after she had. I wanted to catch her walking away. To see if she did indeed rub her sore bottom? To see if she stopped to cry or reflect on what had just happened. Instead I watched as she almost ran into the girls room down the hall. I wondered what she might be doing in there as the minutes passed.

Was she indeed crying now? Rubbing the sting from her butt? Maybe rubbing the source of her sweet perfume? I reached in and adjusted my cock in it's confines. I would show some discipline of my own and not return to my room to jerk it. I stepped into the shadows as I saw the restroom door open. Kimber stuck her head out and looked up and down the hallway, as if she were trying to sneak out unseen. Seeing no-one about she scurried out the corridor into the now evening air.

I would, and did, pull my cock out and have a good whacking off as soon as I returned home that day. Visions of Kimber's cute, young and reddened ass stocking my strokes. Another session with my left hand just before I turned in for the night. Thoughts of just how far this might go? Thoughts of raising her skirt up and over her back and giving her next spanking directly on those panties. Or on her bare ass if she choose to push her limits. I fell asleep soon after, a smile on my face.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

The next two days, I was the perfect student, at least in Dr. Edwards' class, arriving early, turning all of my assignments in and even sitting up straight at my desk. It wasn't that I had turned over some kind of leaf or that I was no longer interested in being disciplined after school, if anything the last incident had left me desperate for more, but it had also left me nervous. Clearly the experience of being disciplined by one of my teachers had been a trigger for me, but it had also been clear that Dr. Edwards had been just as aroused by the spankings as I had, judging by the size of the tent in his pants.

So what was I afraid of? Well, I was afraid my newly discovered interest might just end up getting me in over my head. I was afraid I might do something I shouldn't. God knew, I wasn't attracted to Dr. Edwards at all. I couldn't stand him, but there was something about the way he held himself...something about the way he spoke to me...something about the way he made me feel when I was bent over his desk. I just couldn't stop thinking about it and that was what was making me hesitate.

But, with the arrival of Friday, my desires got the better of my fears and before entering his classroom that morning I made sure to hike my already short skirt up significantly higher than normal before sliding into my seat. As the class started I slumped down, extending my legs out in front of my desk and the first time I made eye contact with Dr. Edwards I slowly spread my legs, not too much, and not too quickly. I didn't want the mouth breathing students around me to notice, but it was enough to give him a brief glimpse of the black lace panties I was wearing beneath my skirt.

The question was, would that be enough to make him deliver on his promise? Would he actually confiscate my underwear in response?

 

[LP1957]

Wednesday and Thursday went by with no disturbances from Kimber. At least not in my classroom. I did hear some minor rumblings in the teachers lounge of the 'little, slutty dressing girl' or 'That Delaney girl is a handful, odds are she will be pregnant before years end.'

I would address the situation of her behavior away from my presence soon enough. I had sort of hoped she would appear bent over my desk again, but it looked as though she were making a concentrated effort to be an upstanding student and citizen.

That tide turned Friday morning as she entered my classroom taking her usual seat in the front row. With her skirt pulled up well past dress code specs she slithered into her chair and almost defiantly parted her legs enough that I could clearly see the color and style of the panties she had put on that morning.

At that point I knew she would be back across my desk and would be having a quite tender bottom for her weekend activities. I made no acknowledgement, nor did I act as though I had even seen her little flagrant display.

The 45 minute period droned on as did my lecture on registering to vote and what doing so meant to the community and country as a whole. Most of the students look bored. Kimber looked bored and a little frustrated that her display seemed to be having zero of it's attempted effect.

Just as the period ended and the class was packing up to depart I announced. "Miss Delaney, I believe you owe me an assignment before you leave. Please hand it in before you make your way to your next class."

It was not unusual for her, or other students, to hand in an assignment late so there was nothing to trigger any interest from the departing students. As my third period was my free one there would be no new students arriving.

I stared at her as she began to fidget and contemplate what she had gotten herself into. It was only second period and she would be required to go commando for 4 more classrooms and also for PE. "Thank you for honoring your commitment to me Kimber." I told her in a soothing voice trying to make her as comfortable in her compliance as possible.

I wasn't sure if she had thought about PE, or if for that matter she had sports underwear in her locker for the occasion. I did know that since she had been removed from the school soccer team last year she was required to join in the regular required physical education program. A program, that unlike the public school system of today, still required the students to dress out for the class and to shower, community style, after.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

Despite the less than exciting subject matter and the stone faced behavior of Dr. Edwards, I'd enjoyed his class, or at least my antics. It had honestly been kind of thrilling to repeatedly let my legs slowly open, inviting his gaze, even if he had seemed to decline the invitation. I knew he could see my panties and while I had to admire his self restraint, I also knew he wanted to look. I was sure of it.

As the class drew to a close and I reluctantly sat up straight, gathering my things, I was contemplating my newfound interest in exhibitionism when I noticed the girl next to me giving me a snooty, judgy look. Clearly she had noticed my little game and did not approve. I couldn't help but wonder if anyone else had noticed and was surprised at the realization that I really didn't care if they did. In fact, it was kind of a turn on to think that they had, though I suspected the reality of that situation might not be as sexy as my fantasy.

I was just about to leave when Dr. Edwards spoke up, reminding me to turn in my assignment. It took me a couple of seconds to realize what he meant. I was startled. I had expected him to ask me to come back at the end of the day, but instead he was asking me to leave my panties now. Despite my surprise and initial nervousness at his request, I quickly found myself growing excited at the prospect. This was what I had wanted, if not necessarily when I wanted it.

Gathering my courage, I sat my bag back down and slowly walked around the corner of the large desk to stand just behind it. I paused, standing next to the stern looking professor, waiting for the last student to slip out of the classroom. Then, my eyes locked on Dr. Edwards, I reached under my skirt on either side and took hold of the panties beneath. As I tugged slightly, they slipped off my hips, the crotch clinging slightly to my wet pussy before pulling free. As I felt my panties curl on themselves I released my grip letting them drop to the floor around my school approved shoes and white socks.

I straightened then, standing still, my panties around my ankles. After a long moment, I slipped one foot out of the panties, then with the other foot, I lifted them up off the floor and brazenly dropped them on Dr. Edwards' lap. Without waiting to see what he did with them, I turned and headed toward the door, grabbing my bag as I went.

Stepping into the student filled hallway, I felt a rush of excitement and sexual arousal, knowing that not only was I not wearing anything under my short skirt, but that my panties were in the possession of one of my professors. My excitement was short lived as I quickly found out just how difficult it was to keep my little secret hidden. I found myself trying to keep one hand on my skirt at all times to keep it from flashing up and once I reached class, I found getting into the seat at my desk more than a little difficult to do while keeping my bare ass from being visible.

The next several hrs were a mix of embarrassment, awkwardness and regret. The worst was PE, where I was expected to undress in the ladies locker room while surrounded by other girls. I was mortified at the thought of removing my skirt and revealing that I wasn't wearing any underwear beneath. After delaying as long as I could I finally pulled my shorts on under my skirt and then removed the skirt. It wasn't perfect, and I still received some peculiar looks, but it was less embarrassing than the alternative.

By the time my final class came around I had mostly managed to conquer my embarrassment and was beginning to focus more on my impending meeting with Dr. Edwards. The result of course was that I began to grow aroused during that last class, aroused enough that I found myself squirming in my seat at times. By the time class ended I was fully wet and when I stood to leave I noticed the moisture on my seat. Blushing, I grabbed my bag and rushed out of class.

By the time I reached Dr. Edwards' class, my last embarrassment was forgotten. I stepped in and slowly walked to his desk, dropping my bag along the way. This time I didn't wait for him to acknowledge me or to instruct me. Instead I marched straight to the front of his desk and assumed the position, my hands braced against the desk, my ass stuck out and my legs spread, the short skirt riding up as it had before. I could feel the cool air from the nearby air vent against my bare pussy and I knew that when Dr. Edwards finally stepped behind me he would be able to see my pussy.