I am now twenty eight years old and work as an English language school teacher in a high school and recently my job took a turn for the unexpected. I sat in the classroom after school hours, marking homework for the class. My mind wandered; the task was tedious. As I worked on the last few assignments, I heard a distant noise and paused for a moment, thinking I must be mistaken but no, I could hear what sounded like moaning. Sexually charged moaning!
I stood and walked out of the room swiftly, keeping the noise of my heels against the tiled floor to a minimum and as I walked down the corridor, the moaning grew louder, so I knew I was headed in the right direction. As I approached the door to a store room, at the end of the hallway, I crept on my toes. It was undoubtedly the sound of students and I have to admit, turned me on somewhat to listen to.
I grabbed the handle and flung the door open. Inside, I saw a boy who I knew to be called Sam, sitting on a chair, with a blond girl whose face I couldn’t see, writhing on his lap. His trousers were around his ankles and, as he saw me enter, turned white with surprise. The girl turned her head, but instead of looking equally stunned, had a slightly wicked twinkle in her eye. The cheek! Her skirt was around her hips and I noticed her white panties next to the foot of the chair.
I folded my arms, playing the unimpressed school mistress.
“What in heaven’s name do you kids think you are doing?” I snapped.
They gawked at me, the boy turning from pale white to beetroot red. It was then I heard a shuffling noise from behind the open door. Peering round, I saw another girl, Amanda Williams, standing there. She had been treated to a live sex show by the other two. I shook my head in disbelief and turned back to the copulating couple.
“Stand up immediately and put your clothes on!” I said firmly.
The pair of them jumped up and straightened themselves out, the boy scrabbling for his trousers and trying hard to keep his glistening, erect penis from my view. The blond girl who had been atop him was someone I knew by face but was not sure of her name; Cara, I thought to myself.
“Follow me,” I said sternly. “All three of you.”
We walked back to my classroom, I shepherded them along from behind. They were silent and the sound of my heels clacking against the hard floor echoed in the corridor.
As we walked, I looked at each of them.
Both girls wore the standard school uniform: white, knee length socks, grey pleated skirts and white shirts, however their skirts were way shorter than the regulation length. Amanda’s was half-way down her thighs but Cara’s fell just beneath the cheeks of her bottom.
Looking at Cara’s backside, I noticed she was the more voluptuous of the two girls. Her thighs were slightly fuller but still quite slim and the shape of her behind was tight against the skirt. Amanda had paler skin than that of her friend, with some freckles here and there and brown, shoulder length hair. Her physique was more athletic than Cara’s and generally a bit slimmer. It was easy to see why Sam might be interested in either girl.
Sam himself, was tall and lean and a member of the school swimming team. He had a swimmer’s physique with a large chest and broad shoulders. He had short, dark hair and a rather nice smile, as I had noticed from teaching him.
Once we were all inside my classroom, I closed the door behind us and told them to sit down. It was then that it occurred to me I had absolutely no idea what I was going to say to them! They looked up at me sheepishly.
“Okay,” I started. “Now, I appreciate young people have certain urges, but this is a school and there are times and places for doing what you were doing. This not one of them!”
I paused and I looked at each of them in turn but heir eyes looked to their feet. I was just about to tell them to get up and leave, when I noticed Cara sniggering. Right, I thought. I’ll show them who’s boss.
“I’m going to have to notify your parents,” I told them.
Their jaws dropped. Something told me these kids had an angelic demeanor before their mothers and fathers and the news of this escapade would be highly embarrassing for them all.
“But Miss!” Sam pleaded, “Please don’t.”
The other two girls nodded in agreement. I stayed quiet for a moment, letting them sweat. Eventually I broke the silence once more.
“I won’t tell your parents but the three of you do need to be punished.”
My mind raced. Wicked thoughts, generated from the unforgettable experience in my youth, now flashed in my head. I looked them up and down a few times; my eyes traced their way up Cara’s thighs more than the others, then I decided on what to do.
“Okay Cara, I want you and Amanda Voyeur here to remove your panties.” I told them.
“It’s CARLA, Miss,” she said defiantly, “And no, I’m not going to.”
Amanda was clearly the more timid of the two and tried a more diplomatic approach.
“Miss?” she asked, “You can’t ask us to do that, can you?”
I glared at them, so they would know I was serious. Tom too, looked puzzled.
“You don’t want me to tell your parents, right? Well the price for my silence is not a thousand lines of – I must not fuck in the storeroom – it’s a little more expensive. Either I discipline you or your parents will, but think of this: my punishment will be done with when you leave the room. You have no idea how long your parents might see fit to discipline each of you.”
The girls looked at each other and, deciding they were already in a fairly compromised position, reached under their grey, pleated skirts and each pulled down their white underwear.
Sam looked on eagerly.
“Now bend over this desk here,” I said, as I walked over to my supply cupboard. I returned with an old wooden cane that I had seen in there many times but never used.
The girls had not yet budged.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” I said, raising my voice.
They moved to the desk and leaned over, placing their hands on the table surface. Carla’s cheeks were now visible, owing to her skirt being so short but Amanda’s skirt still just about covered hers. Walking past each of them, and with my free hand, I flipped each girl’s skirt hem up and over their respective bottoms.
Carla continued to look over her shoulder at me with the same defiant look in her eyes.
“Girls,” I started, “I’m giving you a choice. You’re going to receive thirty strokes of the cane each or you can agree to be my playthings, for my amusement, for the next hour. It’s your choice.”
Carla piped up immediately, “We’ll take the Cane, Miss,” She said, looking away dismissively. Amanda just turned her head forward in silence, waiting for the inevitable.
Quietly furious at Carla’s obvious lack of respect, I started on her. I lashed at her backside with the cane and struck her sharply at the top of the thighs, just below her cheeks. The swooshing noise, followed by the crack it made startled all three of them and took me by surprise.
“Owwww!” Carla shrieked. It was more painful than she had expected and I felt a little guilty, having already set the number at thirty, which was probably somewhat excessive. The girls, however, did not know what I was thinking and to back down now would have been a sign of weakness.
I struck Carla again, this time slightly lower, landing more on the upper thighs. She screamed.
“OOOOOW! Wait, Miss,” she said in a hurry, “I’m not sure about this.”
“Yes, Carla?” I was ready to enjoy her surrender. “What do you want?”
Carla turned to Amanda and then back to me. “Perhaps … we’ll take the alternative.”
“Good,” I said, “So you both agree to do as you are told for the next hour then?”
A slight pause followed with both of them agreeing, “Yes, Miss.”
“Yes Miss WHAT?” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Yes Miss, we-will-do-as-we-are-told-for-the-next-hour,” Carla trotted through the words with a sarcastic, staccato phrasing.
I pouted at her then spoke.
“Sensible girls. Now, Amanda,” I said, “I want you on all fours on this desk here. Lift your skirt over your backside and open your legs.”
Looking stunned by my request, she firstly looked to the other two, only to be met with silence, then did as I instructed. Her smooth, pale bottom stuck out and she hung her head, with her dark brown hair covering her face.
“Carla,” I turned to the difficult one, “Stand behind Amanda and put your hands on her thighs. You are going to bring her to orgasm with your tongue.”
Carla raised an eybrow and said, “Nuh-uh! I don’t think so Miss,” refusing flatly.
I folded my arms and deliberated on whether I should explain the score in private or in front of the other two. I opted for in private.
“Come with me, Carla. Step outside the door now.”
We walked out of the room and I closed the door behind me and spoke in a low but forceful tone.
“Listen carefully, you pathetic little slut,” I started. Carla’s mouth dropped open and she seemed less ballsy than in the classroom with her friends.
I went on, “If you refuse me, just remember this: your boyfriend is in several of my classes each week. How would you feel about me keeping him on after class, for a little bit of extra sex education, hmm? Do you think he’ll be interested in a little girl like yourself, after I’ve given him a taste of a real woman?”
I waited. She was speechless; she looked me up and down, from the bottom of my five inch heels, past my clingy knee-length pencil skirt and up my blouse to my pearl necklace, which rested on my firm, ample breasts. Then to my face; examining my red lipstick, dark eyeliner and luscious brown hair, which was currently tied above my head.
She remained silent, the fight knocked out of her, so I spoke for her. “No, I don’t think so either.”
I opened the door and let her go back in first, then instructed her again.
“Now, Carla, can we try that again, please? Stand behind Amanda and take her thighs in your hands.”
Carla, pouting and quietly seething, moved behind her friend and gently placed her hands on the other’s silky thighs. Sam looked on eagerly, his cock bulging through the material of his trousers.
“Stick out your tongue, girl,” I ordered, “I meant what I told you. Don’t try me!”
Carla closed her eyes and moved forward, opening her mouth and revealing her tongue. She found Amanda’s sweet slit and began to lick delicately, trying to avoid making too much contact.
“Deeper Carla,” I said. “That’s not good enough and you know it. This is your last warning.”
Carla immediately improved her technique. I knew this little slut would take to it, I just had to push the right buttons and it seemed I was finally getting what I wanted.
Amanda seemed shocked at her situation. Feeling her friend’s tongue sliding softly between the lips of her vagina made her unexpectedly moist and sent a forbidden tingle around her body. Her nipples became firm and her breathing less shallow.
She tried to talk to lighten the mood but only succeeded in making her unease more apparent.
“Oh! That’s strange,” She said, her voice shaking, “It’s um … well, I think feels like …” She stammered.
I cut in.
“Amanda, don’t be shy. Just be quiet and enjoy it.” I reassured her. “No one else will know, unless you or your friends want them to. This is going to be our secret.”
Amanda, now finding it harder to talk, stopped doing so and breathed deeply.
“Your friend is going to make you come Amanda and we’re all going to watch. It’s perfectly normal and you have nothing to feel ashamed about.”
I returned to Carla, “Very good Carla, now don’t disappoint me any more. I want Amanda to come on your tongue and then she is going to do the same for you.”
I watched her repeatedly move her tongue up Amanda’s wet vagina. Amanda, looking slightly anxious that she should not be enjoying it, told a different story with her body as she started to gyrate her hips more visibly in response to Carla’s tongue.
Amanda had begun to moan quietly. Her noises were high pitched as she tried desperately to keep her pleasure a secret from her straight friend, who tasted her hot, wet delicacy on her tongue and lips.
Carla’s licking became more focused.
“Mmm,” I said, “That’s it girls. You’re halfway there now.”
I pulled on Carla’s hair, yanking her back from Amanda’s dripping slit.
“You will exchange places now. Amanda, it is your turn to return the deed.”
Having just orgasmed in her friend’s mouth, Amanda blushed and looked awkwardly to the floor as she moved behind Carla, awaiting my instruction. Carla delayed.
Wiping Amanda’s pussy juice from her mouth she looked at me challengingly. I stepped forward and slapped her round the face, to her utter disbelief. Then, with her head turned I grabbed her hair and bent her over the desk and administered a severe spanking.
“Owww! Fucking hell Miss!”
I leaned in again and pressed my mouth to her ear, whispering.
“Don’t try me bitch, or I’ll be drinking your boyfriend’s spunk tomorrow after class,” I told her. “Now do as you’re told and get on that fucking table.”
I released her and she crawled up and knelt on the table as Amanda had done earlier, hanging her head in submission. I looked to Amanda.
“I trust I don’t need to take you aside as well, Amanda?”
She moved forth and, taking Carla’s thighs in her hands, began to lick at her pussy. She did it correctly from the start, so I had no need to step in. Carla, now somewhat pissed off, pressed her thighs backwards into Amanda’s hands and forced her pink labia onto her mouth. Amanda did not recoil but pushed back slightly, which surprised me. She was more eager than I had expected.
“Good girl, Amanda,” I praised. “I’ll make Sam here pleasure you, if you can make Carla come quickly.”
Amanda seemed to be spurred on by this idea. I got the feeling that, as an onlooker in the store room, she might have been hoping to get some of Sam after Carla. She intensified her licking action making Carla lose her composure. She had been defiant at first but now was obviously enjoying the actions of her friend.
“Ooh God, Mandy,” she said unexpectedly, “What the fuck?! Ooooh … yesss! That’s … mmm really oooh God … YESSS!”
Carla struggled to restrain herself. Amanda, now spurred on by her friend’s comments kept the rhythm and showed no sign of letting up.
I felt aroused by the noises in the room: Carla’s heavy breathing, her outbursts and the sound of Amanda’s mouth, now pressed fully to her cunt, at work behind her.
“Mmm, mmm,” Carla kept on, her voice slowly rising, then, “NNNGGGAAA … Oh! You’re going to make me come Mandy! That’s it … suck me out, Mandy … FUUCKK! YEEESSSSS!”
She came in her friend’s mouth. Amanda let loose a long moan at that point, as she…
