He pulled me back up to him, so we were both standing up. Hehad a sly look in his eyes, one that I had seen before when he was punishing the boys. “Now, you have been a very naughty girl haven’t you, Marsha?” he raised an eyebrow and kissed down my neck,...

He was my teacher. My gym teacher. None of this was right! We weren't supposed to be in the same changing room, let alone be fucking like this. It was 3pm sharp, and college was finally over. It had been a long day, with gym class all afternoon, and Engli...