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Tara's Punishment

Tara's flirting gets her in trouble in Mr Anderson's class.

She isn’t sure when it started exactly. Most of the girls at school giggled over the cute literature teacher they had this year, Mr. Anderson, but she had seen something more, something dark beneath his charming smile. And it had immediately sent a tingle of recognition into her belly, without her really knowing why.

Normally an A grade student, 17-year-old Tara found herself unable to concentrate in his class, always wondering about him, always distracted by his warm, but serious brown eyes.

She found the more she thought about him, and the more she managed to catch his gaze, the sexier he made her feel, and the more she took steps to make him notice her.

In all his years of teaching Mr. Anderson had never quite had a student like her. Smart but vivacious, and a bit of a smart arse in his class, with enough flirt for him to have let her get away with it until now.

The last few classes she had taken it further, her too tight white shirt unbuttoned showing her ample cleavage, her skirt noticeably hitched up, giving him a glimpse of the curve of her arse whenever she bent over around him, which seemed to be a lot. She was also taking any opportunity she could to disrupt his class and get his attention.

One last giggle from the back of the class, and instead of ignoring her, he turns abruptly, making eye contact, and gives her a dark glare.

“Tara!”.

Her smile fades quickly, realising she had maybe gone too far.

“Sorry,  Sir”  she stumbles.

She meant it to be cute, but it had the opposite effect. His expression changed to something more akin to anger, but his eyes, the look he was giving her, made her both wet and frightened at once.

He couldn’t believe she had just called him Sir… the second the words had slipped out of her sweet mouth, he was immediately hard, recalling a time long past when he let the darker side of himself free.

Sweet Tara, staring at him now, and somehow understanding something had shifted, was visibly disturbed, trying to look anywhere other than meet his gaze. Something inside him was moved by her fear, beautiful and innocent, despite her flirtations. Something deep down wanted to own her, in the most intoxicating way. To see her fall, break and eventually submit. Ruined for anyone else but him.

He closes his eyes as the feeling runs through him, and takes a breath. It has been so long.

“Tara, please come to the front of the class,”  He orders.

She moves forward, wringing her hands.

“Tara - do you think the way you have been behaving hasn’t been noticed?”  he asks firmly, the rest of the class falling quiet at his tone, “ Do you think that you can continue to disrupt my class this way?”

She bites her lip, tears welling, wishing she could turn back time and be the best student for him, be everything he admired, rather than stand before him in disgrace. She makes a poor attempt to pull her plainly too short skirt down, which only succeeded in drawing attention to it.

He smiles at her wickedly for a second, before resuming his serious expression. Grabbing her by the wrist he pulls her over to his desk. “Bend over” he whispers, caught in the moment. It was time to teach this one a lesson.

She complies, not sure what else to do, and to her surprise, he immediately flips up her skirt, exposing her round arse and lacy white knickers to the class. She tries to stand, but he pushes her down hard, pinning her between the shoulder blades. 

“You will double the punishment Tara, with every sign of disobedience - do you understand?”

She whimpers but manages to nod, and he enjoys her distress.

“Answer me, Tara…”

“Yes, Sir” she whispers, pleasing him to no end.

After months of taunting, he was enjoying this display. Looking around the classroom, he wonders in a rather detached way, if this will be the last time he teaches here, but then the class, although shocked, seem to be completely enthralled.

Addressing them, he goes with instinct, speaking calmly, resting his free hand on her almost bare arse.

“I am going to presume you all understand that although out of the ordinary,  Tara here, has been asking for this for some time.”

The students are quiet, a sense of expectation in the air.  There has been no protest that he has just manhandled and exposed a fellow student, rather the opposite.

He smiles to himself.  It was time for Taras punishment.

“Adam” he calls to a nearby student, “please lock the classroom door.”  Adam hesitates, looking embarrassed.

He gives Adam a stare and is rewarded when Adam quickly moves to lock the door, wanting to get back to his seat as soon as he can. A slight and nervous young man, Mr. Anderson suddenly remembers that this is the same boy that had been staring and trying to flirt with Tara for some time, but Tara had been too busy making eyes at her teacher to notice.

“Adam, I might need your assistance…” Mr. Anderson gestured to the back of his desk, “Would you mind? “

Adam flushes a darker shade of red but complies.

“ I will need someone to hold Tara down whilst she receives her punishment,” pulling Tara wrists behind her back in demonstration. ‘

Tara struggles a little as she was pinned again, this time not by Mr. Anderson, but by one of her peers, her embarrassment obvious. Although still very red-faced, Adam's excitement was beginning to be visible to the class. 

“Tara, I’ve just had to double your punishment from 10 to 20. I told you to stay still!”

Now that she is being held down by Adam, he allows himself to caress her round arse before the first smack, noting with delight the wet patch that has formed in her underwear, how she arches slightly in response to his touch,  giving away her underlying excitement.

“ I will need you to count Tara; if you miss a count, there will be further punishment.” His hand still circled her round bottom, sending good bumps up her arms.

Then without warning, he spanks her hard and fast on her left buttock, making her cry out.

“…One..”  She murmurs, her voice breaking...

He gently strokes her reddened skin, making her shiver, before he spanks her again sharp and hard on the right buttock.

“Two..”  The class is dead silent, but the energy in the room is intensely erotic.

He hits her harder and faster, waiting only to hear her whimpered count,

“…Three …. Four... Five …. Six … Seven … Eight… Ten…..” She cries out again, tears beginning to run down her face

“I’m not sure Tara what you have been doing in your math classes? Perhaps you were too busy disrupting the class there too?”

He smiles at Adam, “ Did you hear how Tara missed a number there?” 

Adam nods sheepishly.

Mr. Anderson turns back to Tara and proceeds to pull down her underwear.

“Spread your legs Tara.”

She tries to resist him again, “Please Sir, I can count better.. please?”

Pushing Adam out of the way, he grabs her hair close to the back of her neck and pulls hard, making her arch.

“Spread..” He growls in her ear.

"Yes, Sir... "  She can't help herself; she does as he says, something in her giving into this, something deep inside responding to him in a way she had never felt before.

“A lesson need to be learnt here, Tara. Everyone here wants you to behave… don't you class?” 

Silent nods are his answer, all of them caught up on the same ride.

Still holding her hair with his left hand, he slips his right hand across her reddened cheeks to feel how very wet she is, to gently play for a second. Tara can’t help but groan.

“Such a little slut, “ he whispers, “Don’t you think Adam?”

He was enjoying Adam's struggles between lust and decency.

“Give me your hand Adam,"  He orders, reaching out.

“Because Tara has been such a naughty little slut, I’d like you to put a finger inside her, whilst I complete her spanking,”  he said, guiding Adam's hand across her arse, and pushing his pointer along her wet lips.  Knowing Tara would squirm, he gets a tighter grip on her hair, shoving her down hard against the desk.

Adam tentatively slides his finger inside her pussy, feeling her, how wet and hot she is. He is normally a rather introverted young man and has never done this before, and it shows in both his embarrassment and obvious arousal.

Mr. Anderson is enjoying the moment, the control, pleased with the class who are now showing sign of their own arousal, at the sight of beautiful Tara squirming beneath his hand.

With his right hand, he strikes again, hard, fast and without mercy 

“ Ten… eleven …twelve….thirteen….”  She cries out, loudly now, lost in the moment.

“Fourteen,… fifteen… sixteen.. seventeen… eighteen .. nineteen.. twenty….” Her voice breaking, groaning, panting.

He lets go of her hair, and she stays where she is, more obedient now that the spanking is over, panting softly, and he steps back to look at his handiwork.

Her arse is red, the final hard handprints obvious. Adam is still sliding a single finger into her pussy, absorbed in his task.

Smiling Mr. Anderson stands behind Adam “Try another finger or two Adam…”

Adam starts sliding two then three fingers into Tara's wet pussy, and she groans and pushes back against his hand.

“ See, I told you, class, Tara is a naughty little slut, isn’t she… look how wet she has gotten…”

A couple of the students have moved closer during the spanking, and he invites them up to watch more intimately, asking that they keep her still for the next part.

“Another finger Adam, and your thumb… like she is your puppet”  He is smiling to himself at the joke, as he takes Adam by the elbow to guide him in. “Like this…”

Tara is groaning loudly now, lost in the sensation, held down firmly on both sides by eager student volunteers, she is beyond the embarrassment, squirming now in her own excitement.

Mr. Anderson keeps one hand on Adam's wrist, showing how to keep a rhythm, pushing in as deep as he can go to the knuckles, whilst with his other hand, he starts playing with her clitoris bringing her to the brink.

“I don’t want you to cum Tara… yet. From now on, as the class designated slut, you will not be allowed to cum until you ask permission from your classmates.” 

She cries out in protest, “But...but I’m going to cum Sir!”

“No Tara, not until you ask your class for permission.”

She pants, trying not to go over the edge, finally groaning in desperation,

“Please class, may I cum?”

There is a whispered murmur, a collective release of held breath, “Yes..”

Tara cums loudly, triggering an intense orgasm at their response, her cum coating Adam's hand and dripping down her legs.

Before she can recover, Mr. Anderson moves quickly behind Adam, wanting to see more of her, to take it further again. He holds Adam's elbow tight and presses the young man's hand further into her sopping wet cunt. Pushing hard, and putting his own weight behind Adam's, he starts a faster rhythm, starts fucking her hard with Adam's fist. 

He feels Adam try to resist,  his body just a tool now, being used to force Tara open, her cries becoming deeper, more primal. 

Two boys are still holding her down, and in his peripheral the rest of the class are watching avidly, some movement suggesting they too were touching themselves. He could see Adam's fingers disappearing into her, to the knuckle, and then a bit more, and he leans in, forcing Adam's fist into her, making her open up, making her groan, squirming and cumming at the same time, and completely overwhelmed with sensation.

“You are hurting her…” Adam squeaks, finding his voice as his whole fist finally slides inside her, enveloped in her hot pulsing flesh.

“Oh no Adam - I’m not hurting her, “ Mr. Anderson whispers over Adam's shoulder, laughing a little  “ You are the one that is fisting her…. aren't you Adam?”  and he slides Adam's arm back and forth again, delighting in the spectacle.

"But I don't think she is in pain Adam..." he whispers.  Beneath them Tara is moaning, the pleasure of it all too much for her senses as she orgasms again, and again, Adam's fist filling her belly. 

When he finally allows Adam to break away, it looks like he might bolt, a mortified expression on his face, but two female students in the class turned on by his actions, surround him, kissing him and holding him, so he soon forgets his panic. The two boys holding Tara down, have flipped her over to expose her breasts, playing with her now very obedient and compliant body, with her nipples, and her pussy, masturbating over her near naked form.  

Mr. Anderson surveys the classroom, now a messy scene of overstimulation, students touching and tasting each other, or playing with themselves in response to such an erotically charged scene. The class descending into desperate need, a chaotic orgy. He looks around, and he is pleased.

For the rest of the year, Mr. Anderson achieved one hundred percent attendance. 

 

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