School Daze (closed)

Kimber was treating the day as almost a game. Taunting me with multiple glimpses of her black panties as the class wore on. I did my best to feign interest, or even let on that I noticed, each time she spread her legs. Towards the end of class she was almost desperately trying to get a reaction from me. So much so that two other students noticed.

One girl who gave her a dirty look that she saw and almost looked like she would stick her tongue out at her in defiance. The other was a boy who was straining to get a better look but his angle was so that he could only see when she spread them wide towards the end. He was straining more than his eyes as he tried to hide his erection on the way out of my class.

I was well aware, indeed, as my peripheral vision is quite good. I also had my hidden camera set up so I knew I would not miss anything. It was at that point, as the rest of my students were making their way out the door that I reminded Kimber just what our deal was.

A moment of shock registered on her face before she gained her sassy confidence back and made quite the show of dropping her panties to the floor, pausing, looking me in the eye, lifting them from the floor, and depositing on the tent in my pants.

It was almost as if the young girl were playing ring toss with my hard-on. She turned and walked out with an almost triumphant look as she grabbed her bag and wiggled her cute little ass out the door. It was quite apparent when she pulled them off and let them drop that I was not the only one that was aroused.

Her young, musky aroma wafted up to my nostrils form the floor, and from its source of her excitement. It was confirmed by a good amount of dried and wet drippings adorning the crotch. I dropped the panties in my top desk drawer, not before, of course lifting them to my face for a closer inspection and whiff of her sweet nectar.

Things seemed to be escalating fast and I needed to decide just how far I would let my sexual urges dictate the coming proceedings. I spent my free period with the desk drawer open and my hand down my pants as I watched on my phone Kimber's undulations from the front row over and over.

The rest of my classes went slow as my mind was obviously preoccupied. I wondered if Miss Delaney would be back at the end of the day to retrieve her panties as she had her phone when this all got started?

Moments after last period ended that question was answered. Kimber open my door, looked both ways down the hall, then looked to make sure we were alone. With no direction she took her position across my desk. Her cute, firm ass posed and ready.

Opening my desk drawer I took out the panties as well as the riding crop. I placed the panties, her juices now white and crusty painted upon them, and placed it directly to where her eyes were above them. I then walked behind her with the crop in hand.

With the way she was bent and spread there was nothing left to my imagination. The perfume of her vagina was permeating my empty classroom. I half thought of the janitor entering after hours and enjoying it as I was now.

Her pussy glistened and her tight little star almost begged for attention. I ran the crop up her inner left thigh until it pressed against her wetness. Removing it I placed it in front of her face. Tickling her nostrils with its inch wide tip. "What exactly is it you are trying for Miss Delaney?" I awaited her answer.

Upon hearing it I ran the crop in the same manner on her right leg. Only this time I stopped two inches short and "swish" the leather tip bit into the dripping folds of her vagina. Not a hard swat, but enough to startle her and leave a sting.

I then folded, her too short, up over her back. "You need to think long and hard what it is you want here Kimber." I warned her, and I think myself. At this point if discovered she would be expelled and myself surely fired. "thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack." Four swift lashes, two to each upper cheek as I didn't want them to show when she went home.

"You will need to tell me in detail what it is you seek here from me Miss Delaney." The use of her formal school name, mixed with the more relaxed use of her first name meant to keep her a little off guard. "Swat, Swat, Swat, Swat." these a little harder, but in the same region turning it from pink to bright red.

"Is it only academic and school learning you wish to achieve here? Or a further knowledge of discipline in general you seek?" I wondered if this spanking would bring tears from her eyes? Or begging from her lips for me to stop? "You need to show me in writing what exactly you want from me young lady." I told her as if assigning her an essay for homework.

"SWACK, SWACK, SWACK, SWACK!" These much harder and turning her ass from red to crimson. I then returned the crop to its place in my drawer. Retrieved her panties and placed them in my pocket, they would be gaining a whole new layer of crust on them when I got home.

I paused to admire my work. "Thank you for coming by this afternoon. It shows your dedication to better yourself. Please be sure to make sure the classroom door is closed securely on your way out." With that I left her. Left her naked from the waist down, with her sweet ass still in the air. Left her stinging and red form her spanking.

Left her to contemplate on her new assignment, on her answers and on what was to be in her future.
 
When the door closed and I was sure Dr. Edwards was gone, I finally released a breath I hadn't even known I was holding. I was still standing there, bent over his desk, legs spread, skirt up, my ass cheeks on fire from the lashing he'd just given me, and my pussy aching with desire. My heart was still racing, and I felt like my whole body was trembling.

Still bracing myself against the desk with one hand, I slid my other hand down between my legs and gasped as I began to slowly rub my clit. I was so fucking wet and as I remembered the feel of the riding crop against my skin, I slowly eased a finger into my slit. Somewhere in the back of my mind I tried to tell myself that I should gather my things and at least go to the bathroom if I wanted to rub one out, but I couldn't wait. Besides, I wanted to do it here, at the scene of the crime, so to speak.

And so for the next ten, maybe fifteen minutes I alternated between fingering myself and playing with my clit, all while thinking about what had happened, how I had exposed myself to my teacher... how he had teased me by placing my panties in front of me, how he had rubbed the tip of the crop against my pussy...how he had spanked me with the whip again and again, leaving my buttocks burning and red.

I struggled to contain my moans as I played with myself, not wanting to alert anyone to my presence in the school, but barely able to control myself. As I grew more and more aroused, just on the edge of an orgasm, I did something I'd never done before, slipping a finger to my ass and rubbing it against my anus while I continued to rub my clit. Eventually that finger pushed into my ass, just the tip, but enough to cause me to finally cum, muffled moans of pleasure filling the room.

When I finally composed myself, I straightened up and circled around to take a seat behind Dr. Edwards' desk. I found a blank sheet of paper and a pencil and quickly scribbled out my best attempt to address the 'assignment' he had given me. It wasn't easy to put into words of course, but I did my best:

Dear Dr. Edwards - You asked me what I want from you. Simply put, I want more. I want you to teach me more. To discipline me more. I want to feel that paddle against my bare bottom again. I want to feel the riding crop against my flesh. I want you to use your hand as well. I want you to bend me over your desk and treat me like the bad girl I am.

Folding the note in half and placing it in the desk drawer, the same drawer I had placed my panties in earlier, I stood up and gathered my things and was gone. I managed to make it all the way home before I masturbated again before my parents came home, and once again I found myself playing with my ass as I came, imaging that it wasn't my finger there but Dr. Edwards' riding crop.

The weekend seemed to last forever and I spent much of it locked in my room, watching porn and touching myself, all the while wondering how my teacher would react to the note that I had left him. Would he be willing to teach me more? And just how far would he be willing to go? And what was he doing with my panties?
 
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