Just how long have you waited like that?
A few minutes?
Half an hour?
Inching your undies down each time you thought of what I would do when I saw you like that.
The lower they got, the wetter you did.
Well dear, I wont make you wait any longer.
Thirsting for my touch
That strong grip
Filled with intent
Intent to tease
Intent to please
Intent to own
The second you feel it
Melt into my grasp
Knowing that I know
just what to do
And this is where you let go
Lose all control
Eager to turn it over
Eager to give yourself to me
This is where you feel home
In my possession
Thirsting for my touch
Don’t worry, it’s all over now.
Feel my fingertips as I run them across your red, stinging, sensitive ass.
They move up and down each cheek.
Sliding between your legs.
Rubbing up and down your undies.
After pain comes pleasure, remember?
So just relax and enjoy dear.
Lets see your best tease.
You may only use your mouth, boxers stay on.
Show me what you can do dear.
Once in a while, a little reminder is needed.
A reminder that lets you know you’re mine.
This reminder could happen at home or out during dinner.
It could happen at a party, while we’re at a store or even in the middle of the street.
There may be no warning.
You’ll just feel my hands reach under your skirt, push your undies over and slide inside you.
You’ll see my eyes, staring back into yours. Not breaking contact.
I’d hold you there, frozen for just a second before I pull out.
Then we would resume what it was we were doing.
Only now, you’d be reminded.
You’re mine at all times.
Dress up for me.
Assume the position.
I’ll do the rest.
Open your mouth and close your eyes and you will get a big surprise.
You had no idea when you came to school today that by the end of the day your fantasy would come true, did you dear?
I bet your mind never thought this would happen.
That all your teasing didn’t go unnoticed.
Each time you wore your skirt a little shorter, leaned in as I walked by, bent over in my eyesight.
You thought it was all for nothing.
A little tease to get you through your day.
But what you didn’t know is that I noticed every single time.
That my pants would get tighter.
My cock harder.
That in my mind while everyone was taking a test I was looking over you, having the same fantasies.
It was only a matter of time until we found ourselves alone.
Until one of us broke.
I’ll take the blame this time… Because seeing you so close and no one around I couldn’t help myself.
When I dismissed everyone but you I knew what I wanted.
And I took it.
Your skin felt better than I imagined.
Your mouth, softer.
You listening to every word, every command.
Just like in class, you were always my best student.
What seemed like hours, that locked classroom was our fantasy alive.
The moans we had to control.
The way I lifted your skirt to find you soaking through your undies.
By the end, we were exhausted, breathing hard.
My desk, completely empty, every item thrown to the floor.
And you my dear, well I made you a mess, didn’t I?
Was it everything you imagined?
Everything you hoped for?
How will I ever get work done in class again?
Looking around this room, I’ll always be reminded of today.
Then again, this was only your first extra credit assignment.
After all, tomorrow is another school day.
I’ll need you to stay late.
Reading, such a relaxing thing to do.
Each letter forming words that compile sentances.
What is it you’re reading dear?
Something interesting? Something calming?
Why don’t I read you something.
Would you like that?
My own special story, just for you.
Me sitting down, your head in my lap.
As you listen to me talk, read you my story, you get lost in it.
My words, rolling off the tip of my tongue.
You can almost see each letter.
But you’re so lost you forget to pay attention… all you hear are phrases…
“…pin you down…grab…force myself into… holding your wrists…”
Do you like this story dear?
Then pay attention.
You realize now that this whole time your mouth has been open and your tongue out.
My pants, wet from your spit.
You feel something under my pants, my cock is hard. Your lips surrounding it.
I didn’t tell you to stop yet, did I dear?
“…up against the wall…spreading your legs open…”
I look down and see your eyes closed, your hand reaching down to your already wet little undies.
I smirk as I keep reading, feeling your mouth still longing for whats under my pants.
But I’m not done with my story yet.
You rub outside your undies, with each word putting more pressure down.
“…my tongue…across your skin…grabbing your hair….”
You rub harder, feeling your fingers soaked.
Your eyes closed.
You lose yourself again.
Until you feel my hand grabbing yours.
Pulling it away, I tell you the story is finished.
Now dear, it’s time to write our own.
Don’t struggle, don’t fight it.
I’ll give you what you need.
What you want.
I’ll make you taste every last inch, just so you know what you do to me.
And if you don’t take it all, I’ll remind you how strong my grip is.
Lesson of the day: One way or another, I get what I want.
You’ll learn that quickly dear.