2 comments/ 12632 views/ 6 favorites An Interesting Lesson Ch. 01 By: BDShire Part 1 of 3 - parts 2 and 3 will follow shortly! This is the tamer one, but ultimately although this is a 'first time' type story, it also distinctly turns into more of a BDSM story. So you may want to wait for all 3 parts to decide on category? Just waiting for editor to check final part! ***** Jane arrived for class early as usual. Walking into the empty classroom she smiled to herself as she took her usual place at the front of the class. The desk she chose wasn't dead centre, but just off to the side of the teacher's desk. She wouldn't want the furniture to block any views after all. Jane was a bright girl. She'd recently moved to the area and was completing her final year in school. At 18 years old she was simply biding her time until she could leave for the real world. The work was easy, ever so easy. In fact, if she put her mind to it she knew she could be at least two years ahead of her class mates - her teachers in the past had pretty much told her that - but she preferred to put her intellect to another skill. With the work being that easy, she had plenty of time to concentrate on extracurricular activities. However, the activity she was keen on wasn't the type of 'after school' hobby that the school would put on for her. Sex. Yes, her interests were firmly set on sex, sex and more sex. However, the most frustrating part of it was that she was still a virgin. Oh, she'd gotten close with a few boys her own age, but never the whole hog. Mainly, the boys' immaturity shone through and ended up either with them peaking too soon, or them not really knowing what they were doing. So to satisfy herself over the past few years, she'd resorted to a wide selection of dildos, vibrators, and unspeakable toys. She knew what she liked, and she liked plenty of it, but she was aching to try the real thing. She had long since given up on the boys her own age. She could do better and she knew it, and ever since moving to this school she knew exactly who 'better' would be. The trouble was how to get him? This was exactly the difficult logical problem she had set her very bright brain to work on. Mr Carter. Mr D Carter. Wonderful Carter. Biology teacher and the hottest fully mature man on campus. Every girl with a pulse had a crush on Mr Carter, and rightly so. As far as Jane had been able to gather though, none had ever gotten further than a crush. Of course, seducing a teacher wasn't exactly something to be encouraged - in fact, if Mr Carter had ever taken advantage of his position and the obvious affection the students had for him, he could lose his job. But Jane had noticed, that where most male teachers in his position would very firmly keep their distance, there was something about the way he acted that she believed that with the right student, with the right situation, that barrier could be broken. Oh and what a wonderful barrier that would be to break. So this is why Jane was positioned in the front of the class, with a clear view of Mr Carter's chair - no desk to block the view - wearing what could only be described as an 'interpretation' of the school's uniform. Fortunately the school was very lenient on its uniform rules, especially with the older students, and most of the girls in the higher years made adjustments to their uniforms. So Jane's adjustments that she had made a few weeks ago were pretty much unnoticed among the throng of other students. With one exception. She'd already noticed that Mr Carter had noticed. She wore the standard school blouse, but one size too small, so her large womanly breasts strained against the thin material. She wore a variety of bras beneath the thin cotton, almost always white, but she made sure that on the days she had Biology class that the bra had a detailed pattern which could be clearly seen. Of course, making sure the top few buttons were undone helped the look. The only insistence the school made regarding the uniform was that all girls must wear a skirt. All the better, Jane thought to herself, and she absentmindedly smoothed the material of her slightly too short black skirt. It was just long enough, when standing, to cover the top of her lacy topped hold up stockings, but when she sat, it rose up just enough that the pale cream tops could be glimpsed. Oh, no one else in the class could see them, the clever planning of her regular desk had seen to that; no one except Mr Carter of course. Finished off with black shoes with a 3 inch heel, and a black tie tied loosely around her neck - the knot of which rested on her exposed and heaving cleavage - the look was complete. Jane smiled to herself as the other students filed in to the class, followed finally by Mr Carter. She knew her plan was soon to come to fruition, and the thought was making her small but modest white panties just slightly damp. No, she thought to herself, mind on the job. Plenty of time for that later. * David had worked in the school for a number of years now. He was a good teacher, achieved good results with the students, and loved his work. Yes, he knew some of the female students had crushes on him - most male teachers go through that at some point in their career if they're anything other than ugly, old or wearing elbow patches! It was a part of the job, and David had never once thought of taking advantage of any of the young ladies in his class. As he entered his class, he put the assignments down on his desk and looked around the class. Oh god, he'd forgotten it was this class. And she was there. Sat in that seat. Sucking the end of her pen... Jane had joined the school a few months ago, and straight away he'd noticed her. She was an incredibly bright student and found her a joy to teach, but he'd also noticed that at 18 years old she'd already blossomed into a voluptuous young woman. Yes, this girl wasn't a girl, she was a proper woman. And David couldn't stop thinking of her in that way. In fact, he'd had more than one fantasy about the things he would do to her if he could get her alone...but no. Completely unprofessional. Besides, she probably didn't think of him that way. Most of the older female students didn't know how flirtatious and sexy they could be - most of them were experimenting with the first steps of womanhood and, although seemingly otherwise, were quite immature behind the teasing fronts they all put up. As David started addressing the class, explaining the content of today's lesson, he glanced towards Jane's desk, only to notice that as she was busy scribbling down notes, her incredibly short skirt had risen ever so slightly up revealing the creamy lacy tops of her stockings. David's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a slight murmur of activity from his pants. Drawing his eyes forcibly away, he concentrated hard on instructing the class. It really didn't help that today's topic was reproduction! Oh, how he would love to show that gorgeous beast the practicalities of reproduction... but no. He steeled himself and decided that that little thought could be saved for a very interesting little fantasy when he got home tonight. * Reproduction. Excellent. Jane had managed to acquire a copy of the curriculum and knew that this topic would be coming up soon. She had hoped it was today, and was extremely pleased to see she had been right. As Mr Carter starting telling the class the content for today's lesson, Jane concentrated on writing a few notes on her pad, revelling in the sound of his smooth, deep, sexy voice. She glanced up at him, taking in his appearance. He'd dressed semi-casually today. Trousers and a shirt, buttoned up with the exception of the top button, and no tie. She crossed her legs, knowing exactly what would happen to her skirt. Pretending to look intently at the notes she was writing, she glanced carefully out of the corner of her eye towards her teacher. Yes! He was looking. And was that a slight pause in his instructions? Jane smiled gently to herself knowing that she was having the desired effect. Now for the next step in her plan. Getting a teacher alone was difficult in this school. The only way she believed she could get him all to herself was to be called to stay after class. She had a free period directly after this class, and through her detective work, she'd discovered that it was this time in the week that he usually holed himself away in his office, marking papers. He hated to be disturbed. The only way to be called to stay after class? Do badly with today's work. Not a problem, she could play dumb when she wanted to. After being top of the class since the moment she joined this school, she knew he'd find today's quality of work very very odd. Hopefully he'd realise it had been done badly on purpose. If not, no matter, she had a plan if that situation arose - but surely he wouldn't be that oblivious? No, she was convinced he wouldn't be. She was leaning over her desk working hard on the assignment he'd set, when she noticed him looking at her again. This time he was fixated on her cleavage. She sat up, and stretched her arms above her, stretching out the aches from writing so much. As she did she was fully aware that her breasts would push outwards, threatening to burst out of her blouse. She wanted to make sure he was still watching. No, she was sure he was, but it didn't hurt to check. So she took a risk. She looked directly at him and was pleased to find he was completely engrossed in the movements she was making. She caught his eye, and gave him a cheeky smirk just before he looked away, a faint blush coming to his cheeks. * David couldn't help it. The way she was bent over her desk writing feverishly away gave him the perfect view of her wonderful breasts. How a woman...no, girl, she's a student...of her age could have such large wonderful ... well, he had no idea. As he watched out of the corner of his eye, she sat up, and stretched, loosening up the muscles that must have tensed as she wrote. Oh my word...how tight was that blouse? How on earth did those wonderful globes stay restricted inside? Suddenly he glanced up and realised she was looking straight at him. Oh hell...now he was in trouble. Images of being accused of sexual harassment came to mind...wait, she smiled at him...and he'd had enough experience with women in the past to know that that was no innocent smile. He looked away quickly, feeling a hot flush come to his cheeks, and took the opportunity to shout at two male students at the back of the class who were finding the diagrams of a penis increasingly hysterical. The first few assignments were being completed by the students, so he took the opportunity to concentrate on marking for a while. But his mind wasn't playing ball. He thought back over today's lesson. Jane always took that seat. It was the one place in the room where he could clearly see beneath her desk, and until now he assumed it was just good luck on his part. Damn, he wasn't going to complain about that view! Talk about luck. But after what he just saw, he was starting to believe that she knew the type of view he had of her there. She was always here first - did she plan to take that seat? And that smile...she knew he was watching her, and she seemed to be very pleased about it. He risked looking over at her. She was sucking the end of her pen again, deep in thought. He couldn't take his eyes off her ruby red lips softly surrounding the end of that pen tip...oh to be that pen. As he watched, she slowly pulled the pen from between her lips and looked him directly in the eyes. No smile this time. No. But there was something else deep in her eyes. Desire? No, couldn't be. As if to confirm to him his thoughts, she slowly allowed the pen back towards her mouth and gently, but oh so seductively, licked the tip. Oh my. Ok, this was not his imagination. Not anymore. She was definitely showing him that she wanted him. He had to be sure. He didn't turn away and continued watching. Safe in the knowledge that no one else in the class could see what she was doing, she wrapped her lips again around the pen and starts to move the pen ever so slightly in and out. Then she winked at him. * Jane knew that the blushes meant he'd seen her looking at him. This was good. She now needed to convince him that he had full licence to look as much as he liked! She smirked to herself as he shouted at some of her class mates. God he was sexy when he shouted. Oh to be told what to do by this man... Students were starting to complete their work, so she completed the section she was working on, and pretended to puzzle over the next part, putting the tip of her pen inside her mouth and sucked on it. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw him looking at her again. Slowly she pulled the pen from her mouth, and looked directly at him, leaving her red lips slightly parted. Keeping his gaze, she drew the pen back up and licked the tip. She saw him adjust himself in his seat, and a slight revelation in his eyes. Yes, it was having the right effect...Now to seal the deal. She put the pen tip back towards her mouth, and started moving it oh so gently and subtly between her soft lips. Oh yes, this is what she wanted to do to him, and at that very moment in time, they both knew it. The first part of the plan was complete. She winked at him. Now back to work. She needed to complete the assignment in a way where the marks wouldn't hurt her overall grade for the year, but would be bad enough to give him a legitimate reason for holding her back at the end of class. She uncrossed her legs and squeezed her thighs tightly together. She could feel how wet she already was, but it wouldn't do waste it! So she let her mind concentrate solely on completing her work to only an adequate standard. * David's mind wasn't on the job anymore. Not after that little exchange. He slipped into autopilot, marking the assignments as they came to him, setting follow up work for those students who had already finished... God he wanted her. Thank god he was sat down. He decided that if he wanted to leave this room without the entire class noticing how turned on he was, he had better put his mind on other things. Thankfully, after a few minutes of thinking about staff meetings, and shopping for groceries, he decided it would probably be safe! Phew. He smiled to himself. Regardless of the risks, he hadn't had this much fun teaching a class ever. * Jane finished the assignment and swivelled around on her chair. Yes, the assignment was just bad enough to get his attention. She'd missed some really obvious points, points she hoped he would be able to give a more detailed explanation on later...or maybe even a practical. THAT would be ideal. Smiling to herself she stood and took the few short steps to Mr Carter's desk. "Here's my assignment Sir," she purred softly, laying the paper on his desk. He looked up at her and caught her eye. She could see a smile trying to force through on his lips, but he managed to remain straight faced. Impressive she thought to herself. However, his eyes gave him away. Not only were they twinkling, but his pupils were large...a clear sign that he was aroused. "Thank you Jane" he replied in his deep voice. The class were starting to get restless. They were still working on the follow on work, but as it neared the end of the session, they were starting to talk amongst themselves more. She turned, feeling his stare on her as she returned to her desk. As she got there, she subtly nudged her pen off her desk so it fell to the floor. Purposely facing away from him, and therefore hiding any indecency from the rest of the noisy class, she bent at the hips, leaving her legs dead straight, and picked up her pen. Knowing the view he had would have been well worth it, she sat back down and started to look through the next sheet of work. * David looked up to see Jane coming towards his desk. "Here's my assignment Sir," she purred softly, laying the paper on his desk. He looked up and caught her eye. She knew exactly what she was doing didn't she. She had her back to the class and her face made it very clear her attraction and desire for him. He managed to suppress a smile, and thanked her. The class was getting restless, but he didn't care anymore. If they were distracted, they wouldn't notice him quite so much, and with the stirring in his pants again, he was very glad. He watched Jane walk away only to be incredibly amused when her pen fell to the floor. Oh, that was done on purpose, they both knew it. And his thought was confirmed when she turned her back to him and bent down to pick the pen back up. Oh what a view. Her leg muscles tightened as she stretched down for the pen. The creamy stockings were topped with an intricate lacy detail that he'd glimpsed earlier, and he was just able to see her even paler creamy skin just above, mostly hidden by her skirt, but seeing enough of it to be able to imagine how soft that skin would feel beneath his fingers...or lips...or tongue. Dragging his eyes away from her, and trying to quench the erection that was threatening to break through his pants, he started checking over Jane's work. God if only there was a way to get her alone. Hmmm. This was odd. Her work was distinctly average. She was one of the brightest students in her class, and she shouldn't have had any problems with today's subject...for more than one reason he thought to himself, smirking...but no, according to this work, she'd missed some key points. For a start she had mislabelled the human reproductive organs. Not to mention the description of how conception takes place. Then it came to him. She was better than this work. Could she have done badly on purpose? No, she wouldn't risk that would she, not this close to the end of the year? Why damage the good grades? This was no higher than a C grade. But then again, her other teachers had also mentioned that she was an exceptional student, so if she was getting A+'s across the board, this wouldn't make that much of a dent in her overall grade. Besides, he thought, if she wanted to push her grade back up, he could always give her an extra project to work on...and he had just the thing in mind! He couldn't believe he was thinking like this about a student. Any other student and it wouldn't have crossed his mind, but she...she was so very different. And she'd made it very clear that he could very probably get away with not just thinking about the very naughty things he wanted to do to her...and her to do to him...but also persuading her to go through with it all too. Not that he thought she'd need that much persuading. An idea suddenly came to him. It was 10 minutes until the next period. Normally it was this time in the week where he'd lock himself in his office to finish marking coursework and writing reports. All the staff knew not to disturb him during that time - if there was an emergency they'd phone; one of the benefits of also being stationed at the far end of the building - no one could be bothered to walk that far! No, no one disturbs him, ever. His marking and report writing could wait, he didn't have all that much to do today as it was, and he could always take it home for the weekend...perfect! It was risky...but he decided he didn't care. He'd simply ask her to stay behind to discuss her poor paper. Then a realisation hit him like a ton of bricks. He had a free period, but did she? At that moment he was convinced he'd miss his one chance. She was bound to have a lesson next. Only one way to find out. * 5 minutes left of the lesson. Jane glanced up at the clock and wondered if all the pieces of her plan would fall in place. He was cutting it a bit fine. But she could see that he was looking over her work, a puzzled expression in his eyes. The class behind her were starting to pack up their belongings, and in the raucous noise, Mr Carter stood, moved around his desk and stood directly in front of Jane. An Interesting Lesson Ch. 01 She raised her eyes, passing her gaze over his crotch - noticing with glee that although not overly obvious it was very clear to her at this close proximity that his pants were a lot tighter than they normally should be...the realisation formed a butterfly effect deep in her groin. She continued raising her eyes until she looked at him straight in the eyes. "Jane, do you have a free period next?" he asked softly, his face serious, but his sparkling eyes giving him away. "Yes sir, why, is there a problem?" she replied, fluttering her eyelids softly, forcing an innocent expression onto her face. "Yes, I'm very much not impressed by your work today," he replied slightly louder, then leaning down so he was face to face with her and whispered "- as you well know -" then, standing up straight again, he finished by saying "... so I'd like to see you after class. In my office. I am REALLY not happy," he said quite angrily. "Understood?" She paused, shocked a little. Ooo she loved the sound of his voice when he was all commanding. Yes, the plan had worked, hook line and sinker. And even the unpredictable element of her plan had worked out perfectly. She had no real way to know how he'd react to her advances. Yes, she was pretty convinced that he'd be turned on, turned on enough to help her lose her virginity, but for him to play along so completely...well, this was going to be heaven. "Yes Sir," she replied, pretending to look a little worried. * Seeing the twinkle in her eyes as she 'begrudgingly' agreed to meet him in his office was the final nail in the coffin. Yes, he would have her, whatever the cost. And at this moment in time he really didn't care! He wondered briefly if acting as if he was angry with her was a step too far, but seeing the way her lips parted with surprise when he spoke to her like that, and the way her breathing quickened and those gorgeous eyes twinkled, he knew he'd played a good hand there! The final few minutes of the lesson dragged for David. As soon as the bell went he dismissed the class, gathered up some of his marking, and turned to leave the class. As the rest of the class rushed out, he glanced back to watch Jane pack her things away. She was taking her time, probably making sure she's the last to leave so no one would notice her direction after leaving the classroom. David sighed. She was a bright one alright. If nothing else he was convinced that not only had she planned this whole thing, but that she would probably have plans in place to stop them being caught. He caught her eyes, and for the first time, knowing it was safe to do so, he grinned at her. She grinned back and winked. He quickly left the classroom and disappeared down the corridor to his office. He quickly opened the door, suddenly aware that his hands were shaking. God, a woman hadn't had this effect on him ever. He pulled the door shut behind him, dumped his paperwork on the desk, and returned to the door to quickly check the lock. He locked the door tight and pulled on the handle. Nope, it wouldn't budge. Good. If she turned up...no, when, he was sure of it... at least they wouldn't be disturbed. He unlocked the door and quickly rushed to the back of his large old fashioned desk, sitting and rearranging the paperwork slightly so he wouldn't get too lost when he eventually had to do the marking! It was a way to kill the time while he waited at least. * Jane packed her things away slowly. If this was going to work, she'd have to be careful. If he was going to be as good as she hoped he would be, then it wouldn't do for either of them to get caught. She'd much rather work it so 'activities' could be repeated in the future. So she put her books and pens slowly away into her bag, and watched the other students leave. She caught Mr Carter's eye, and he grinned. She grinned back and winked. Yes, this was going to be fun. Especially if he decided to take the commanding role that he had gently hinted towards just a few minutes ago. Although she loved to be in control, one of her favourite fantasies was to be at the mercy of an authoritative but attentive lover! Once Mr Carter had left she shoved her remaining items into her bag, and waited for the last student to leave. No sense in rushing. Apart from the obvious reason, she'd planned this and had a pretty good idea from the start that she would get him alone in his office. He probably didn't, so she wanted to give him a bit of time. Not too long obviously. The excitement of the situation was getting too much for her. Grinning to herself, she swung her bag over her shoulder and slowly followed the last student out of the class. She walked down the hardwood floored corridor in the direction of Mr Carter's office. Most of the students were out of sight now, walking the other direction. His office was the only room at this end of the building, so there'd be very little passing traffic. She strode slowly down the corridor, struggling not to rush, her heels clipping on the floor, until eventually she stood outside his imposing office. Oh this was all part of the fantasy. It was just her luck that she had been enrolled in a school that made full use of its old buildings. It's polished floors and old sturdy furniture that was now normally restricted to the staff members' offices, just put her in mind of those olden days of the cane! She shuddered slightly, knowing full well that although the thought of being bent over a desk and a strong man caning her has been one of her many fantasies, the reality of it would be very different. No, she wasn't prepared to go that far, not yet, but she would be happy to go close. Trying not to smile, she forced a slightly worried and nervous expression onto her face. She knocked on the door three times. "Come in!" a strong forceful voice bellowed from inside. She reached for the handle. Her hand was shaking! She wasn't expecting that! Oh well, can't be helped, she thought as she turned the handle, pushed the door open and strode into Mr Carter's office. To be continued... An Interesting Lesson Ch. 02 Part 2 of 3. Part 3 will follow soon I hope - waiting to hear back from editor! Have put BDSM rather than first time as the 'control' scenario seems to be more important than the first time aspect, but happy to discuss! Forgot to mention editor last time!! Editor is DevotedToHer. ***** If he thought the few minutes at the end of his lesson dragged, then this was worse. David was getting impatient. Oh, she wasn't late, but time just seemed to be standing still. Finally he heard heels slowly walking towards his closed door. He quickly moved the pile of paperwork from his desk to the floor. The large old fashioned desk was mostly clear now, but not clear enough that if those heels belonged to someone else - like the formidable deputy head for example - it wouldn't look suspicious. He picked up her assignment from the pile and put it on the desk in front of him. He stood behind the desk, waiting. After a brief pause, there were 3 knocks on the door. "Come in!" he called, hoping the slight quiver of excitement in his voice wasn't clear through the closed door. The door handle turned and he was relieved to see Jane stood there in her short skirt and tight white thin blouse. Relief because it wasn't the deputy head, and relief because she had turned up. He had no idea what he would have done with himself if she hadn't - well he did, but it wouldn't have been quite so much fun! Not to mention how he would have coped in future lessons with her. * She walked into his office and breathed deeply, partially to keep herself from getting over excited, and partly to take in the scent. Mixed with the smell of wax polish and old leather, she could clearly smell Mr Carter. She knew the smell of his aftershave so very well from the past weeks she'd spent so close to him in the class, and it was an underlying scent throughout the room. The smell alone caused a fluttering inside her, and she marvelled at the power of smells as she turned her back to him and closed the door, effortlessly locking it. She turned and leaned gently against the closed locked door. * As she entered, he looked her up and down, pleased that he could finally look all he liked without having to worry about being caught. Before he had a chance to tell her to, he noticed that she had closed the door and locked it. Oh yes, they had exactly the same plan in mind. Recovering from the shock of this head strong young woman, he commanded... "Sit. Take that chair there," as he pointed to the chair on the other side of the desk. As she walked towards it he looked at her face closely. She was trying to look worried but her eyes gave her away. Pleased that this 'caricature' of himself was the way she was obviously wanting to go, he turned from her, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked out of the window. Partially to play the part, partially to help him calm down a little! He looked out to the grounds of the school, glad that not only was it not break time, but that they were also on the second floor. No need to close the blind, and he was sure that he'd much rather experience what was about to happen with the sunlight shining in making everything so very clear. "Jane. I am very disappointed in you. This work you've done today is just not good enough," he reprimanded. "I'm sorry Sir..." he heard her reply softly behind him. God, she had an amazing voice. A British accent always got to him. He swiftly turned around to face her, putting both hands on the desk and leaning forwards on to them. "It's too late for that. Your work is usually excellent and I just can't understand why you thought you could hand in this piece of...rubbish, and expect to get a good grade from it. I'm sorry Jane, but I'm going to have to give you detention." He looked straight in her eyes, making sure she understood the importance of what he was about to say. Would she go along with it? "That, of course, means that I expect you back in this office, after school, when everyone else has gone home, and I will have a special punishment for you. Understood?" * He was playing along perfectly, she thanked her lucky stars! She had chosen so well! She sat on the chair across from the desk, legs crossed causing her skirt to rise again. She listened to him berate her. God that voice. He could tell her to do whatever he wanted to her, and she would. Without question. She was awoken by her thoughts when she realised he was giving her detention! What? Before she had a chance to say anything, he continued. Alone eh? After school? No one around? Hmmmmm. Nicely played Mr Carter, she thought to herself. She lowered her head so he couldn't see her smile, and replied... "Yes sir, understood." She raised her head to look back into his eyes. "Very much understood". "Good girl," he replied. "But Sir, if you don't mind me saying so Sir, I'm a bit worried about my grades. Will they slip because of this work today?" "Hmmmm. Possibly." She knew he'd like this little idea, if he hadn't had the same idea himself already - which she wouldn't be surprised about if she was honest! "Well then Sir, is there any way I can help boost my grades? And extra work I can do for you sir? Anything at all?" * Oh she liked the idea of staying after school, he saw that in her eyes. Pleased, he allowed himself to relax a little into the scenario that was unfolding in front of him. Incredibly, as if she had been reading her thoughts from earlier, she started asking if there was anything she could do to boost her grades. Little minx... He sat down on his large leather chair, and leant across the desk. "Why yes, now you mention it, I have just the type of project for girls who do badly in my reproduction class. And looking back through your work Jane," he started saying while glancing through her assignment on the desk, "there are some key points you seem to have misunderstood." "Oh?" she asked innocently. "What key points were those then sir?" "Well young lady, for a start you've completely mislabelled the human reproductive organs! How on earth did you get that wrong Jane? Hmm?" * She looked up at him and pretended to be lost for words. "I...uh...um...sir, it was just that, it was difficult to make them out from the diagrams in the book... someone had scribbled all over them..." "That's no excuse," he countered, "you were told to buy your own books at when you joined this school." "But sir, I have my own book, I just...um...forgot it today and had to borrow a school one." "I see." He started tapping his fingertips on the oak desk. "Well, forgetting your book is very careless isn't it Jane?" "Yes sir," she replied, acting sorry and embarrassed. "So I think that little episode of forgetfulness can be addressed later in detention, don't you?" "Oh yes sir," she replied, almost too eagerly she mentally noted. "You're very kind sir." * David could tell she was looking forward to detention later. That little slip up nearly gave her away completely. But he was determined that while they still had time left he would get a chance to show her what she could really be looking forward to after school. Why waste an opportunity like this? "Now then, this project. Since you are obviously incapable of recognising even the simple parts of the human reproductive system from a diagram, we're going to have to take this to a new level. For a start, you won't be able to see anything over there. Come here girl." "Yes sir," she replied as she slowly uncrossed her legs and stood. She walked slowly around to the other side of the desk. "Good girl." He stood and stepped away from the chair a little. "Now sit. Up here. On the desk." * She could feel her heart pounding as she walked around the desk. As soon as she stopped, he commended her to sit on his high oak desk. She had to move closer to him to be able to sit where he directed, and she felt her arm brush against his chest as she backed up against the desk. The small touch made her breathing quicken ever so slightly - this was going to be good. As she carefully pulled herself to sit on the edge, with her ankles crossed in front of her, she calculated that the desk was a very convenient height...for many different activities! "Like this sir?" she asked shyly, looking up at him from beneath her eyelashes. * The feel of her arm against his chest was exquisite. If that little touch felt that good... she was so close to him now. He could smell the scent of shampoo from her hair, and he did everything possible to resist from reaching out for her then and there. "Yes, perfect" he replied to her as she asked if she was sat in the right place. Oh it was the right place alright. The sunlight was streaming through the window and directly over her. She looked stunning, glowing like an angel. Luckily, the sunlight was missing her eyes, which would have meant she couldn't see him as much as he could see her, which would have been a shame...although, her not seeing anything he was doing would be an interesting idea...for another time. "Now then, young lady, if you are unable to label the more detailed aspects of the reproductive organs, than I'm concerned that you don't know the other key parts of the body a human uses during courtship, which as you know is key for reproduction to take place. Firstly, answer me this. Which part of the body is used to kiss with?" "The...the lips, sir," she responded breathily. God he loved it when she called him Sir. "Very good. Now then, for this project I believe we should make full use of the kinaesthetic method of learning." * The sun shone strongly onto her as she sat expectantly on the desk. Every now and then his silhouette crossed in front of her, amplifying his lean figure. Fortunately, because of his commandingly smooth and sexy voice, she had no trouble drawing her attention away from his body to the delicious things he was hinting towards. "Kinaesthetic learning sir? What's that?" she asked, knowing full well what it meant. She wasn't stupid after all! "Kinaesthetic learning is one of the 3 types of learning - audio and visual are the other two. Audio is when people can learn from hearing about it, visual is from looking, reading or watching, and kinaesthetic is about doing. You seem like a kinaesthetic learner to me, with an aspect of visual - when the diagrams aren't scribbled over that is - " he smirked at her, "so we'll make use of these skills." Nicely played Mr Carter, she thought to herself, nicely played. She wondered how the next step would be taken. "Oh? So what you mean, sir, is that for me to remember all the information, it's best if I see it and I do it?" "Correct. So, if lips are used for kissing, it should be done. Yes?" "...yes sir." * This was it, the first forbidden moment. Once this line was crossed, there was no going back. He reached out towards her and very gently took hold of her ruby bottom lip between forefinger and thumb. "So, young lady," he said quietly "this is your lip, and a very pretty one if I may say so..." He leaned towards her and ever so softly kissed her. Her full lips kissed back with an urgency that he wasn't expecting. Not to waste the moment he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her hard to him, almost pulling her off the desk. Her legs wrapped ever so slightly around his legs as their tongues entwined in such a passion that they both felt as if they'd explode. Damn, she was a good kisser. She'd definitely done that before. He reluctantly broke away from the kiss, stepping back away, dropping his hands by his sides, so no part of his body was touching hers. He was incredibly pleased to see her face flushed and her soft lips still slightly parted. "Now then, next question." He smiled. * As he kissed her, she found herself losing control for the first time that day. She lost herself in his kiss. Damn he was a good kisser. As his strong hands pulled her against him, her legs involuntarily moved up around him. It was the feeling of his obvious arousal resting against her inner thigh that finally brought herself round and she strictly told herself to slow down! But she didn't want the kiss to end. So this is what it was like to kiss a real man, not those boys from her year! It was heavenly. Finally he pulled away, moving just far enough away that no part of their bodies were touching. "Now then, next question." He smiled. Just a slight smile, just to show her that he was oh so very happy with the situation. She smiled seductively back before forcing herself to act all shy again. "Um, sir, can I ask a question first?" she quietly asked. "Quickly girl, we haven't got all day." "I've never kissed a man like you before, only boys my age. Did I do ok?" * Was she really asking that?? Oh god it was perfect. If she was asking that, then she was either acting very well, or if she really hadn't kissed any men other than those her own age, there was the slim possibility that she was... no, doubtful...of could she be? Was she? Still a virgin? Oh heavenly god. "Yes Jane, that was very good. If you've never kissed a proper man before, then for your first time, that was very good. It will certainly help towards your marks for this project." He had to know. He had to know if she was still a virgin. She'd acted so powerfully all the way along, so sure of her own sexuality, he assumed she was sexually active... no, maybe he won't ask just yet. "Now then, next question. Which part of the body assists with walking, running, and general movement, but also leads a path to the female sexual organs?" * She'd stunned him a little with that question, she knew. That's good, she'd hate to be predictable. Besides, asking for reassurance like that increased her pretence of innocence, which she knew he was enjoying! Maybe she'd let him in on the secret of her virginity, she hadn't decided yet. She didn't want him suddenly treating her like a china bowl that might break, she wanted him to have his way in exactly the way this was leading. "Um...I'm not sure Sir," she replied, honestly not sure whether he meant feet, legs, or what... "Do you want a clue?" "Oh yes please sir" she replied eagerly. He reached out and very gently wrapped his fingers around the back of her ankles, caressing her skin through the stockings. Slowly he started tracing a pattern up the back of her calves. "Does this help?" he asked with a guttural growl. "Y...yes sir". God, his fingers felt like they were tingling, sending soft shocks all the way up her legs to the very area she was desperate for him to get to. "The answer is 'legs' sir". "Very good Jane. These are obviously your legs, and very nice they are too." With that he took one leg with both hands and expertly started to massage her calf muscles. An involuntary groan escaped her lips as they rose higher and started massaging around her thighs. Before his fingers reached the bare skin above her stockings, he abruptly stopped, removed his hands, and started the whole process again from the bottom of the other leg. It was everything she could do not to lean back on the desk - this was heaven! * The feeling of her legs through the stockings were incredible. He always had a weakness for stockings, but she couldn't have known that could she? She seemed to have everything else planned! No, a LOT of men have a weakness for stockings, she probably just took an educated guess. And a very good guess it was too. As he massaged her young muscles, he resisted raising her leg up to his shoulder. Oh to feel her leg up there and to kiss her through those stockings. But no, he could wait...plenty of opportunities...he hoped. She let out a small groan. Heavens... As his hands reached the lacy top to her stockings, he managed to resist touching the milky white skin of her thigh. As he reluctantly pulled his hands away, he was convinced he could feel the heat from beneath her skirt - a skirt that had risen up ever so slightly more than is decent. With the thought of the treasure still hidden away, he started the same process on her other leg, ever so slowly working upwards, and breaking away before touching her skin. He stood up straight and noticed that she was leaning back ever so slightly. "Sit up straight girl," he managed to command her. * Jane sat up straight as commanded. To have a full body massage from Mr Carter was now top of her list of 'Other fantasies to play out'! She had never felt so turned on in all her life. Not even from the porn she'd managed to sneak onto her computer from the internet, not from playing with her toys...never! Sitting up straight again she suddenly noticed how wet she felt. Her panties must be soaked...oh well, she thought, trying not to smile to herself, hopefully he'll discover how wet she is himself soon enough. "Now, do you think you'll remember that piece of information?" "Oh yes sir, you've helped so much, this is definitely the most productive way for me to learn." "Good. Now then, next question. Which part of the body is not only used for feeding newborns, but also a powerful erogenous zone for the female, and a major source of sexual attraction for the male" Well, at least this question was more obvious!! "Um...I'm not sure what the proper name for them are Sir...only what the girls call them..." she replied, knowing that using slang words would probably turn him on more than any of the scientific names - names that she knew full well thank you very much! "Oh? Well, fine, tell me what the girls call them, I'm sure I can be lenient with my marks for this part of the project." "Um, well some call them boobies or boobs sir, some call them tits..." "Good enough answer I suppose, young lady. Now then, I obviously haven't got any to show you, and as you're the only one in the room with them - and if this process is going to work - you'll have to help us out here." He smirked ever so slightly, and looked expectantly down at her. She allowed herself to smile ever so slightly. "Very well sir, if it will help with my project..." * He watched as she reached down to her blouse and slowly started undoing her buttons one at a time until the thin material finally fell away. There, in all their glory were her breasts, encased in a beautiful white patterned bra. A rather large firm bra - obviously well required to keep those little - or not so little - beasts contained! As Jane breathed in and out, her breasts rose and fell. David found himself entranced by them. She reached up to pull the tie loose, but he stopped her. "No." It was all he needed to say. The school tie looked perfect there, nestled on her cleavage, moving along with her breathing. Before she did anything else, he reached forward and cupped each breast with each hand, feeling the softness beneath the bra and the movement of them as her breath quickened at his touch. "Good, very good" he said as he squeezed and massaged gently through the fabric. A short while later, he tore his eyes away from her breasts and noticed that she had her eyes closed, and was biting her bottom lip, supposedly to stop herself from moaning again and betraying what she was feeling. David smiled. Damn she was good. In every possible way, she was gooooood. Abruptly and while watching her face for a reaction, he withdrew his hands and stepped away again. * She could feel herself giving in to the pleasure again as he massaged and squeezed. Oh it felt so good. For one, his large hands could hold a lot more of her breasts than she first thought, so it felt as if her breasts were encased in some sort of weird futuristic massage machine. Hmmm, she thought to herself, another interesting fantasy idea for another time... An Interesting Lesson Ch. 03 Final part of the story. If you haven't already read parts 1 and 2, please do to get the background and build up to this chapter. Enjoy, and I'd love to know your thoughts on my first ever story. ***** The afternoon dragged for both of them. David had a few lessons to teach, but his last period of the day was free, so he took the opportunity to mark a few papers he'd had to neglect earlier and then to prepare his office for the upcoming detention. He had managed to calm down a little throughout the afternoon, but now, moving around the office, moving things off his desk, waiting for the end of school bell to ring, he felt himself become aroused again. He wondered how Jane was coping. At that thought he reached for the white panties he'd tucked in his pants pocket earlier. They were still ever so slightly damp. He lifted them up and smelt them. God she smelt so good. So horny, yet so innocent. Smiling he tucked them into his desk drawer, knowing full well that she would not be getting those back! Finally he heard the end of school bell ring, and saw through the window the multitude of students rushing out of the school doors heading for home. He knew that with it being a Friday, pretty much all the teachers would also be gone within the next 15 minutes. All the safer, he thought to himself. As he watched, he noticed Jane stood outside, saying goodbye to one of her friends, before slowly turning back towards the school. She wasn't exactly rushing. He had told her not to be late, and it seemed that that was exactly what she intended to be! Ooo the cheeky little...well, she'd pay for that for sure, he thought, smiling to himself. * Jane had found the afternoon increasingly difficult. The hour she'd spend with Mr Carter had been everything she hoped for and more, but him purposely leaving her unsatisfied was driving her bonkers. A few times during the day she'd had to disappear to the toilets to clean up a little, terrified that she'd start to leave a trail of her juices down her things, or worse, on the seats! How she managed to just clean up and not allow herself to give herself some relief, she'll never know. But she managed it. Even with delicious thoughts of what detention would bring swirling around her head, she managed to keep control. The last words Mr Carter said to her as she left his office ran through her head. 'Don't you dare be late!" Hmmmm, she thought to herself with a smile. That's the trouble, she did dare. That's what got her into his office in the first place after all! Oh she'd be late. Not late enough that he'd think she wasn't coming, but just enough to be officially 'not on time'! As the bell rang for the end of school, she felt butterflies in her stomach. This was it. She couldn't wait to get to his office and finish what they had both started. But first, she needed to be tardy, to finish the game. She walked out of school with her friends and wished them all a good weekend, before turning back into the school and walking slowly back up to Mr Carter's office. She struggled to keep her walk slow and steady - not allowing the urge to run take over! Eventually, managing to avoid any teachers who would question her as to why she was still in the building, she approached the large old door of Mr Carter's office. She knocked 3 times. * Yes, she was late. Only by 5 minutes, but David decided that that was enough to play on. As he heard the 3 knocks on the door, he bellowed "Enter!" and turned to look out of the window. He heard the door open, heard her shoes slipping into the room, and the sound of the door shutting and being locked. He kept his back to her as he said "You're late." "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir, I got here as quickly as I could." "Oh did you now?" he said raising his voice as he turned on his heel to face her. Looking her sternly in the face he continued. "I saw you outside, taking your time with your friends, so don't you tell me you came here as quickly as you could!" "S...sorry sir. I...uh...I'm really sorry." "Hmmmm. Sit. On that chair." She did as she was told. He noticed that as she sat, her skirt rose up again, showing the tops of those delicious stockings. * She could tell before she even entered the room that he was 'annoyed' that she was late. Trying, and failing, to suppress her smile, she opened the door, entered, and closed and locked the door. He was facing away from her. He quietly said "You're late." Time to play the demure student again, she thought. "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir, I got here as quickly as I could." His response almost floored her. She could sense a small element of anger...or frustration?...in his voice as he accused her. But she wasn't scared. If anything it turned her on even more than she was already. Damn he was good. As she sat on the chair and crossed her legs, she saw him blatantly staring as her newly exposed stockings. "Well, because of your tardiness, you can expect further punishment in this detention. Dear me..." he tutted, "...and I thought you were a good girl. You're obviously a very bad, naughty girl aren't you? "Yes sir," she whispered, lowering her head away from his gaze. "Have you done as I asked? Did you refrain from touching yourself and making yourself orgasm??" "Yes sir," she responded, looking back up at him, "although it was very difficult and I did have to clean myself up now and again because I was so wet." * She must have been wet all afternoon, waiting for detention to come around, he thought. That thought alone made his groin twitch. "And did I say you could do that?!" he asked, firmly. "No...no sir, but I thought it was best in case someone noticed my...uh...juices escaping me." "Hmmm," he responded. That was good thinking on her part. Wouldn't be good for her to be caught in that situation. "I'll let you off this time." "Oh thank you sir, you're very kind." "Yes, I am, and I hope you remember that as we start your punishment. You see, I could be a lot harsher than I'm about to be, but because you worked so very hard at your extra project earlier today, I'm going to be lenient. Have you heard of the cane, Jane?" He could see the shock in her eyes as her head shot up to meet his eyes. The nervousness in her voice was real... "Ye...yes sir." "Well, luckily for you, we're not permitted to use the cane anymore. Ah, such a shame. However, I may now and again decide to use it if a student is particularly bad. Fortunately - for you - I don't think you quite deserve that today. You do, however, deserve a spanking for the naughty things you've done today." * Spanking...oh my. Another of her fantasies. She knew that when done right, a spanking could be incredibly erotic, but she had never had the opportunity to be spanked. He stomach leaped - with excitement and incredible nervousness. She wasn't stupid, she knew it would hurt, but she couldn't wait. "Oh sir, um...thank you sir for not using the cane sir...yes, I am a very naughty girl." "Yes, you are" he replied. She noticed a slight smirk come to his lips. "Stand," he commanded. She stood, feeling her legs shake a little from the anticipation. Her breathing had quickened and she consciously tried to calm it down. "Stand against the desk." She moved up against the desk and found that the height was, as she had predicted earlier, an ideal height for many things. She was about to be bent over this desk, she knew it, and the top of her thighs were just in the right place for her to still be able to keep her feet on the floor. He moved around the desk and pulled away the seat she had been sat on, moving it up against the door. "Bend over." * As he commanded her to bend over, he gently pressed his hand against her upper back, making sure she knew he was in charge, and making sure she bent as far down as she could. She leaned over until her chest and face were up against the cool oak desk. Her ass was protruding high into the air, and the effect her high heels and straight legs had on her thigh muscles was delicious. "Good," he said. To her surprise he moved back around to his side of the desk and sat in his chair. "Look up at me girl". David watched as she turned her head to face him, raising herself ever so slightly. He could see her ample breasts pushing against the desk, her cleavage deep and inviting. "Wonderful," he whispered gently, as he stood and moved back around the desk. She put her head back down on the desk, resting on one cheek. "Have you ever been spanked Jane?" he asked. "No sir, never sir." "Put your hands on the other side of the desk to help support yourself. You'll need it." She did as she was told. He took his time and sat down on the chair that was now up against the door to the office. He gazed at the sight in front of him. Her stockings were now in full view. He could see that the top of one was ever so slightly lower than the other one and he smiled, noticing this wonderful bit of imperfection. Her thighs were generous - strong muscles, with just a little bit of young fat, perfect for holding on to. Moving his eyes up, he took in the view of her ass. Hidden beneath her short black skirt he marvelled at it. It was pert, but beautifully round. This was one curvy woman, just how he liked them! Slowly, making very little sound, he stood and walked towards her. * She knew the effect the hard desk would have on her breasts, and him gazing at them intently in front of her only confirmed that. As he walked away, she turned her head to the side and smiled. Doing as instructed, she reached up and took hold of the far edge of the desk. It resulted in her arms being way above her head, and she suddenly felt very vulnerable. Instead of this worrying her, as it would many women, it only caused to turn her on even more. She could feel her body quivering ever so slightly as she lay across the desk, waiting. What was he doing? The anticipation was killing her. After what seemed like ages, she was suddenly aware of the heat of his body radiating against her legs. He must be stood right behind her. She heard him move ever so gently, and felt his heat move around to the left of her thighs. His hand rested gently on her raised ass, making her jump. She heard him stifle a giggle - he was obviously amused by her reaction - as he stroked his hand gently over her cheeks, giving a slight squeeze every now and again through the thin fabric of her skirt. His hand moved away. Without any warning, his hand slapped down on her left ass cheek, making her yelp and jiggle beneath his touch. Almost immediately he removed his hand and brought it down fast onto her right cheek, causing her to yelp again. Oww, that HURT. She couldn't believe the feeling that was now radiating over her ass. As the initial pain faded, she was suddenly aware of the burning sensation that was starting to grow in her already wet pussy. Oh yes, she was going to enjoy this. * Delighted by the reaction his first two spanks had created, he watched as she recovered from the shock. "Yes, not very nice is it Jane? But this is what naughty girls like you deserve." To make his point he once again spanked each cheek, one swiftly after the other, smiling as he heard her yelp again. He moved away from her, watching her catch her breath, and moved around the desk so he could see her face. She was looking beautifully flushed, her lips slightly parted, breathing heavily, but he could see straight away that she was loving every minute of it. Good, he thought to himself. He wouldn't want her to not enjoy herself, not really. He leaned towards her face. "Shhhh. You'd better not keep yelping like that. Someone might hear you. Think you can keep quiet?" he asked. "Yes...I can try." "That's my girl" he replied, as he kissed her gently on the nose. He quickly stood up and returned to his position. He let his right hand rub her ass through the thin material. "Now then, as you are now accustomed to the feeling, we shall begin the proper punishment. Don't think I'm going to take it easy on you Jane. You're a very very naughty girl." Straight away he started spanking one cheek after the other - left then right - ten spanks on each. As he slapped her plump round ass he found his own excitement growing, watching her body quiver and shake on each spank. After completing the set he stepped away, rubbing his hand slightly. He was impressed that she'd hardly squeaked during that - she had good control when she wanted it! He stepped back towards her, and with one quick movement pulled her short skirt up to her waist, revealing her glowing pink ass to him. * Oh Jesus, he wasn't letting up. Spank followed spank, and she bit her lip, desperately trying not to make a noise. She soon found that the thin material of her skirt was making little difference to the pain, and she noticed that the spanks started to merge one into the other. Suddenly he stopped. She could feel the skin on her ass radiating heat as he moved away, giving her time to recover. How could something that was designed to give pain and punishment feel so wonderful? She hadn't a clue, but right now, she didn't care. Without warning, she heard him step closer to her again and forcibly pull her skirt high up to her waist. She suddenly felt very exposed, cursing herself for not being grateful for the skirt only seconds ago. She felt his hand return to her ass - but this time oh so gently. Resting his hand on each ass cheek in turn, he said "Mmmmm, you now seem to have a hot little ass don't you?" She lay there breathing heavily, unsure as to what he was going to do next. From nowhere came a hard sharp slap to her naked ass cheek. "I asked you a question young lady, now answer me!" He punctuated the end of the sentence by laying an identical spank on her other ass cheek. Oh where was that thin skirt?! It obviously made all the difference! This felt so different, so intense, which only caused the connecting feeling deep within her sopping pussy to also become even more intense. "Sorry sir, yes sir, I do sir" she managed to rush out. "That's better Jane." He started to run his palms over both her cheeks at the same time, firstly gently, and then slightly firmer, massaging them. She let a small moan escape her lips. "Now for the next part of your punishment". Before she knew what was happening he started spanking her exposed ass. Slightly slower this time, giving a little more time between each slap, which only increased her awareness of each and every sharp spank that followed. It hurt so much more. It felt even more delicious. She clenched her teeth, but even that couldn't stop the odd moan or yelp escaping her lips. * He watched with wonder as after each spank her plump ass cheek quivered and shook. Watching that alone nearly tipped him over the edge. Drawing his mind away from it for a moment, he concentrating on giving 10 firm slaps to each of her delicious cheeks. Once he was finished, he stepped away, allowing both of them to calm down - her from the pain, him from his overwhelming desire. He watched as her ass rose and fell with every deep hurried breath she took, and he moved towards it. He let his fingertips stroke teasingly over the hot, red, sensitive skin. She started to squirm and attempt half heartedly to move away from his touch. She must be feeling sensitive, and oh so ticklish! He heard her stifle a giggle, and moved his fingers quicker. Just as he was sure she was going to let out a proper laugh, he gave her two sudden sharp spanks to the fleshiest part of her bottom, silencing her. "Now now Jane, we don't want you enjoying yourself do we?" "No sir," she answered immediately, obviously having learnt from her earlier lesson. "No, that's right. I haven't finished with you yet." He moved away and counted out a minute in his head. The wait would only serve to increase her anticipation. As he reached sixty seconds in his mind, he stepped forward and gave her a sudden spank to her upper thigh, his hand landing perfectly above the stocking top and the base of her ass. She forgot herself and yelped out in shock. * She was so surprised by the target of the last spank that she yelped out loud. The need to stay quiet overcoming her again - we must not get caught! - she bit her tongue as he continued to spank that delicate area of skin at the top of her thighs. After the initial shock disappeared, she suddenly realised that every time he spanked her left thigh, his fingers curved ever so slightly towards her very hot and wet crevice. Was that intentional? She didn't care... He stopped his recent bout of spankings on her thighs, and stepped away again. A mixture of relief that he'd stopped, and intense disappointment, washed over her. She allowed herself to catch her breath. Her thighs were throbbing, and with them being so close to her pussy, the resulting effect was...interesting! He had returned to her side without her noticing, and he had started running his fingertips over the sensitive skin. God it tickled! It also felt prickly as if something was stinging her skin. It was a unique feeling, but she was enjoying it. She tried to wiggle away, away from his touch as he tickled her. To her surprise, he slapped her long neglected ass cheeks with two sharp spanks. "Do not try to move away from me Jane!" he commanded, his deep voice resonating through her, making her quiver inside, and she forced herself to stay still. He continued to alternate for a few minutes between tickling gently her tender thigh skin, massaging her ass cheeks, and the occasional sharp spank when she wiggled too much from his touch. He was standing so very close, so close that she could feel his growing hardness hidden beneath his pants pushing against the side of her left thigh. Knowing he was as turned on as she was excited her even more...if that was even possible. * David decided that she had probably almost had enough punishment. After two brief sharp slaps to her bright red ass, he moved around and stood directly behind her. Oh, to release himself and slide his aching cock deep inside her right now. But no, not yet... soon. He laid one hand on each ass cheek and roughly squeezed and massaged them. He heard a small groan escape her lips as he played with her roughly. He abruptly moved away and fetched the chair that was still stood by the locked office door. He dragged it over and sat down facing her glowing round bottom. He replaced his hands on her ass cheeks and roughly started to knead them between his fingers, rotating the flesh in circles. He gently pulled her cheeks apart and found himself gazing at her pink little rosebud looking back at him. He blew cold air directly onto it, and was delighted to hear a small noise that he could only describe as a mixture of delight and surprise as he did so. Interesting, he thought. "Tell me Jane," he started to ask, while his hands still held her ass cheeks wide. "When you play with your toys, do you ever play with them in your ass?" "Yes...yes Mr Carter sir, but only the very smallest, and...and not very far in sir. Is that really bad of me sir?" She was indeed a very naughty girl, but he loved it. "Yes Jane, I'm sorry to say, it is a bit bad. Only naughty girls do things like that." Immediately he let his hands fall, her ass cheeks bouncing back together. He stood, pushing the chair away from him, and placed 5 sharp spanks on each of her unsuspecting ass cheeks. Her resulting yelp made him smile. Yes, she had no idea he was going to do that! To be honest, until her revelation, he had no idea he was going to do it either! Ah, the joys of going with the flow.