3 comments/ 59146 views/ 4 favorites Mr. Peters and the Cell Phone By: Charles Petersunn I classified this as mature (May-December) but it does have qualities of reluctance and nonconsent as well, with a considerable amount of spanking. If you don't like these types of stories, you won't like this one and so you really shouldn't read it. In any case, it was inspired by obvious events. It's a pretty brief story, but then most of my stories are on the long side. I hope you enjoy it! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Julie Hall had an appointment with Mr. Peters. Nobody looked forward to an appointment with Mr. Peters. Mr. Peters was lured to Templeton College from Abberville because he had established himself as a national leader in the New School method of student discipline (e.g., see "Mr. Peters teaches Sara a lesson," Chapter 1). The New School methods were somewhat perilous but they have also proved to be very effective. There was perhaps only one person who could claim to be his equal, Professor Henry Desmond at Livingston. Prior to Mr. Peters arrival, Templeton had been stricken with quite a bit of delinquent, miscreant behavior. Since his arrival, order and discipline had been quickly reestablished. Students who were fortunate enough to proceed through his methods improved their grades, were more ruly, proper, and respectful, and simply became better persons (e.g., "Jackie learns to balance her studies," Chapter 21). Mr. Peters' evening schedule of consultative discipline was in fact getting heavily booked. He was therefore encouraging carefully selected faculty to apply the techniques themselves so that his own schedule would not be overwhelmed, but the faculty were naturally reluctant. This evening he was scheduled to work with Julie Hall. Julie was one of the cheerleaders whom Miss Bixley had caught sexually harassing Teddy (see "Teddy has a hard day," Chapter 12). Mr. Peters scheduled an individual meeting with her in part because he had also been informed that Julie had an annoying habit of speaking on her cell phone during class. In fact, she rarely seemed to be off her phone. It was like glued to her ear. If she didn't open it during a class, she opened it as soon as she left the class, and was essentially wirelessly wired to it as she proceeded to the next class, and then had to be told by that instructor to turn it off once class started. The librarian, Mrs. Baxter, would repeatedly have to ask her to turn it off in the library. She finally became so frustrated that she also spoke to Mr. Peters about it. The library was one place on campus in which respectful decorum was most essential, yet Julie would just stride in, yammering away on her phone, seemingly oblivious to how loud she was speaking and how distracting and annoying she was to everyone around her. Every where she went heads would turn, naturally thinking that the loud voice was speaking to them, only to discover it was this young lady on the phone. She was a very pretty young lady, but that hardly excused it. Did it? Julie knocked timidly on Mr. Peter's office door. "Yes, yes, please come in." Julie opened the door a bit, just enough to stick her head inside. "Mr. Peters? You wanted to see me?" "Julie Hall?" "Yes sir." "Well, yes, please do come in." "I can, like, come back later, if you wish." Mr. Peters gave her a welcoming smile. "No, no, I was expecting you. Come in, come in," waving her in from his desk. Julie took a deep breath and entered his office. There was the usual diplomas and awards on the wall, a comfortable couch, a fine old wood desk, deep carpeting, and shelves of books; lots of books. However, what was unique, rather strikingly so, actually quite intimidatingly so, was a pillory by his desk. She thought, with considerable apprehension, 'He really isn't planning on putting me in that, is he?' Mr. Peters appreciated the value of the pillory. It was a gift from students he had helped at Abberville. He had not yet included it within any of his disciplinary duties, (see "The pillory," Chapter 14), but it was helpful in establishing a proper atmosphere. Many a recalcitrant student upon seeing the pillory, even the ones intending on being boldly defiant, became quite apprehensive, if not alarmed, and such was certainly the case with Julie. 'He really isn't going to put me in that, is he?' Mr. Peters could see her fearful eyes fixed on the pillory. "Do you understand why you were sent to me, my dear?" She turned her head to Mr. Peters. "Oh yes sir, yes, I do." "Could you explain it to me then?" "Well, yes sir, it was, like, when we were teasing, you know, um, Teddy." "I think you did quite a bit more than just tease the boy, did you not, young lady?" "Well, yes sir, yes, yes, we did." "And, why else are you here, Julie?" "Sir?" "The incident with Teddy is not the only reason you have been sent to meet with me. " "I don't know what you mean, sir." Mr. Peters sighed. It was always frustrating when the student actually tried to deny the existence of the transgression. "Your excessive cell phone activity?" Julie did know of this complaint, but she felt it was really quite unfounded. "Mr. Peters, that is like totally bogus!" "Julie, I have reports here from three of your instructors, as well as from the librarian, Mrs. Baxter, all expressing quite substantial concern with the amount of time you're on the phone, and how you don't seem to notice or care how disruptive your calls are to the library or to classroom instruction, or frankly to anyone else around you." "Mr. Peters, really, this is so bush. I'm not on the phone any longer than anyone else." "You might not be on the phone any longer than any one of your close friends, but you are certainly on the phone longer than most other persons on this planet and, most importantly, your calls are really quite disruptive." "Man, that's buggin, Mr. Peters, really like completely unfair." Mr. Peters did not at first respond. He just sat there, considering the situation, considering possibilities. He eventually suggested, "Julie, I will make a deal with you. Normally, I would provide a spanking for your transgressions. However, you don't seem to think that the cell phone is even a problem. How can I expect you to learn your lesson?" "It's not a problem, Mr. Peters, like it's some sort of conspiracy or something. Totally bogus." She really didn't want a spanking. Who would? Mr. Peters held up his hand. He didn't want to hear any more of her vacuous protestations. "Fine, fine. I won't argue with you. If you don't think it's a problem then perhaps it isn't. I am perfectly willing to be proven wrong." "Cool. That's really bitchin of you, Mr. Peters." "Here's what we'll do. We are scheduled to meet for one hour. Normally, I would spend the full time of that hour implementing a disciplinary lesson, and a rather severe one at that, given your apparent lack of willingness to even acknowledge the existence of a problem." That didn't sound good. "However, I will agree to a simple test of the veracity of the complaint." "Veracity, sir?" She had no idea what that word meant. "If your phone doesn't ring during this hour, you can go with no spanking whatsoever, even for your transgressions with Teddy." Whoa! That sounded like a totally fantastic deal, at least to Julie. "Outrageous, Mr. Peters, I'll take it!" Being able to possibly avoid any spanking whatsoever? What student would decline that offer? "Now, don't agree too soon, Julie. If the phone does ring, then you must submit to whatever discipline I feel is necessary and appropriate, and it may in fact go well beyond a spanking." She wasn't too sure what that implied. She asked, pointing to the pillory, "It wouldn't involve that thing, would it?" "No, no, dear. I would agree not to use the pillory. But, you must be aware of my methods, having spoken to your fellow cheerleaders." Julie had spoken with Jackie. She had told Jule that Mr. Peters might act very familiar with her. It sounded totally gross but, still, a chance for no spanking at all? She felt like she was a contestant on a game show, where behind one door was a pretty severe spanking for the rest of the hour, whereas behind the other door was no punishment at all and a chance to show Mr. Peters that he was being really bogus. It hardly seemed like a difficult choice at all. "But, Mr. Peters, even if there is just one call? I mean, like, I'll be punished for a wrong number?" It didn't seem right that she couldn't get just one call during the hour. "Oh my no, I don't intend to be unfair about this at all. In fact, whenever the phone is silent, you will not be punished. If all that happens during this hour is that you get a wrong number, I might not even be able to get one spank in." "It's only when I'm on the phone that I'll be punished?" "Yes, that's the deal, but if I get the impression that you are cutting a call short, I will then punish you continually until you get another call. So, don't try ending the call on your own. If it is you that ends the call, then you will get more than a spanking as you wait for the next call to come in." This was really completely cool. She had a choice between spanking throughout the rest of the hour, or possibly no spanking at all. And, even if someone called her, the punishment would end once the call ended. This was like obvious. She never had such an easy test, except perhaps the on-line music appreciation class that all the football players took. "I'll take the no spanking." "Excellent, why don't you place your cell phone here, right at the front of my desk, and we'll see if someone calls you. I'll just get back to my work here and we'll see. If someone does call, you have to answer and you have to speak until that person ends the call. Understood?" "Yes sir!" Julie gleefully removed her cell phone from the pocket of her skirt and laid it on the front of Mr. Peter's desk. She stood as well in front of the desk, smiling. She knew she had made the right choice. She couldn't wait to tell her friends about it. Maybe she could call them! She instinctively reached for the phone, but stopped herself. "Oopsie," she said, smiling at her silly mistake. She did often make silly mistakes. Mr. Peters smiled back and returned to his work. And, it certainly appeared that she did make the right choice. Seconds passed, then minutes, as Mr. Peters quietly graded exams and Julie stood patiently, occupying her time by looking around Mr. Peters' office, at times catching his eye, smiling triumphantly. What attracted her eyes the most, though, was the large clock on the wall behind his desk, to his right. It is striking how slow time seems to pass as you watch the second hand slowly make its way around and around the clock. She was reminded of when she was little, waiting for the clock to strike 4PM announcing that school was over and summer vacation would begin. Actually, she still did that pretty much every day in every class that had a clock, watching and waiting, watching and waiting, watching and waiting. This was even worse than a class though. There was nobody to whisper to, pass notes to, text messages to. She almost hoped that the phone would ring so that she would have somebody to talk to. 'No, no, don't think that!' she thought. Just be patient. She knew she had a talent to just make things happen by thinking. She didn't know what it was called, extra special sensory perception or something. She almost made the phone ring herself. Boy, that would have been stupid! The silence was split by very gay singing: "On this perfect day, nothing is standing in my way." It was Julie's personalized ring tone. Julie quickly picked up the phone, as if she got it quick enough he might not hear it? Mr. Peters looked up from his desk, a knowing smile on his face. Still, it was now fifteen minutes past the hour, and this could be a quick call. "Hello?" Mr. Peters got up from his desk to move around beside her. "Now, don't be too concerned, Julie, I won't rush things. If it's a short call and the only one, you will still be far, far ahead of the game." It did indeed feel like a game, but perhaps a very dangerous one indeed. It was Teri, one of her sorority sisters. "Hi Teri, what's up?" Mr. Peters lightly but firmly pushed against Julie's back to direct her to lean over his desk. Julie could feel her heart beginning to race as she got into the obvious but still quite embarrassing position. She rested her elbows on his desk as she continued to talk to her friend. Teri wanted to know what she wanted to do that night. What a time to ask that? In fact, they had already agreed on what they were going to do that night. They were going shopping. Why did she have to call her about it again? Mr. Peters paused to admire the picture she provided. There was something so endearing, so cute, about a girl bent over his desk, her bottom turned up to him, presenting herself so submissively, so sweetly. The Templeton uniforms also added an extra spice to the picture. Abberville, where he had previously taught, did not require uniforms. That did at times have its advantages, as some of the outfits the girls wore were really quite enticing, if not provocative. And, variation is the spice of life. Nevertheless, the plaid skirts of Templeton were enticing in themselves, and they certainly wrapped the bottom well when the girl was bent over a desk. He leaned down to direct Julie to fully straighten her legs and get up on her tip toes, lifting up high the heals of her Mary Janes. Being on tip toes does wonders to shape the legs and accentuate the upraised bottom. He also took the opportunity to sneak a peek up her skirt. Julie furrowed her brow in annoyance as she felt Mr. Peters push up on her heels. She wasn't too sure why he wanted her to do that, but at least he was putting off the spanking. He was in fact taking his time, as he said he would. This really wasn't going to be bad at all. Smack! "Oh my!" she yipped as she felt Mr. Peters hand slap her bottom. "What is it?" Teri asked. "Oh, oh, nothing," Julie replied. She wasn't about to tell her friend that she was being spanked, but there was clearly some alarm in her voice. "I just almost stepped on some totally gross bug." She regretted that remark, as Teri then went off on a long description of various annoying and gross bugs she had seen throughout her life. There must have been a million of them, and for some reason Teri wanted to tell her about all of them. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. They weren't very hard smacks, as her skirt and panties were protecting her bottom. Julie found it a little embarrassing, perhaps even a bit demeaning, but not painful. Still, Julie, for the first time, perceived her friend as going on and on about really nothing at all. What was so interesting about all these bugs? If only she knew that she was suffering her most totally, worse, experience in life simply because she wanted to talk about bugs. She considered telling her what Mr. Peters was doing, but that would make it even more embarrassing and Mr. Peters would likely consider that to be a way of ending the call. Teri had to end the call soon. She certainly couldn't go on for the full hour. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Actually, Julie realized that Teri could go on for the full hour. She had quite a number of times before talked for over an hour on the phone, only to immediately call somebody else, largely to tell that person everything that she had just heard and told the first person, and would then call the first person back to tell her what she learned from the second, and on and on it went. Then, the spanking stopped. That hadn't been bad at all. Julie's heart seemed to momentarily stop as well though as she felt Mr. Peters lifting her skirt. She screamed to herself, 'Please Teri, finish the call!' Mr. Peters found this to be another priceless moment during a spanking: lifting up the skirt for the first time. Each bottom seems to have its own unique appeal, particularly when all dressed up in girlish panties. This was perhaps a downside though of the Templeton uniform, as all of the girls were required to wear white cotton panties. Some of the girls did wear panties with a bit of lace. That was a violation of Templeton policy, and some girls did get into trouble for this, when caught by a spot inspection. Julie's panties were pretty plain though. Still, the sight of a cute, perky bottom all snugly enclosed by white cotton panties, perched up high on tip toes, was still an adorable sight. Mr. Peters laid his hand on Julie's bottom, caressing the soft, petulant curves. Julie squirmed a bit at his touch, but that just made it all the more enjoyable, as her squirming bottom was itself a deliciously wonderful exhibition. Julie scowled at the feel of Mr. Peters' hand feeling her bottom. Jackie had warned her about this, but knowing in advance didn't make it any easier when it happened. Smack! Julie squinched her eyes shut, trying so hard not to squeal. Mr. Peters' fondling was perhaps much better than this. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! She could hardly hear Teri talking about a new blouse she was thinking of purchasing. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! "Yes, yes, well just go ahead and buy it!" As soon as she said it she feared that perhaps she had screwed up. "No, no, I'm sorry, I do want to hear about it, really, totally." Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Julie was relieved that Teri had stayed on the phone. It saved her from being spanked after she hung up, but it was at a tremendous cost. Being paddled on just her panties was clearly much more difficult than through her skirt. She restrained herself from crying out but, in a complementary fashion, she did not restrain herself from prancing and dancing, in part trying to soothe herself through her gyrations but as well to try to escape Mr. Peters' hand. Mr. Peters would normally tell the student to hold still and accept the spanking. But, he would provide some consideration given her inability to cry out and, besides, he was enjoying the sight of her bottom tossing about. Her movements in fact help draw her panties down into the crack of her bottom as well as pulling tighter on her cunnie. It was a really lovely dance. It was perhaps also good sport, trying to hit such a rapidly moving target. He did miss quite a few times, but it made the smacks all the more pleasing when he scored. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Teri was now talking about what they might be serving in the cafeteria tonight. 'What difference does it make what they might be serving? In fact, they pretty much serve the same thing every night, or at least Teri always gets the same thing no matter what they were serving! Jeeeeeeeez! Julie was getting really totally frustrated with Teri, as well as getting a very stinging bottom. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! "Don't you really hate the pizza? Gag me with a spoon!" 'Doesn't she realize that nobody says that anymore? And, besides, she never even ever gets the darn pizza!' Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! "And, the burger is, like, so gross, but that bonehead Teddy loves it. You know he'll scarf down two in, like, no time at all." 'I don't really care what Teddy eats. Who should care what Teddy eats? When will this call end?' Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! "And, he even puts mayonnaise on it! That is so gross. Who puts mayonnaise on burgers? Like, that's so bogus." Suddenly, the spanking again stopped. She wondered why. It's probably just that Mr. Peters' hand is so sore. Her bottom sure was. Whatever. She was just grateful for the reprieve. She sighed with relief. But, then, she felt Mr. Peters' hands grasping the waistband of her panties! Mr. Peters and the Cell Phone She looked back in shock at Mr. Peters, letting him know with the most deepest, most truest expression of absolutely true dismay that this really just wasn't right! But, he just smiled at her and pulled down her panties, just past the curves of her bottom, leaving them bunched up around her thighs. It was a really adorable display. Mr. Peters again paused to admire his handiwork. He in fact stepped back to enjoy the presentation. Julie's bottom was now a bright pink. It didn't look especially hurt or sore, it just glowed like a shiny ripe apple. It was such a perfect color for a girl's bottom. And, this apple was deliciously split by such a delectable crack, like the apple was waiting to be spread open so that one could get to the little red candy center that was hidden inside. Mr. Peters could feel his cock swelling in his pants. He again reached out to fondle this picture perfect red rump. Teri then exclaimed, "Oh, gosh Julie, I've got to go, Jimmy is on the line!" Teri had call waiting, such that she could tell when and from whom another call was coming on, and Jimmy was a boy, among many, that she was interested in. Thank goodness for modern technology! "Catch you later!" Julie responded, so happily, so gratefully, "Yes, goodbye, Teri, it was nice talking to you." It was one of the biggest lies she had ever made. She quickly snapped the cell phone shut and laid it back down on the table. She started to stand back up, but Mr. Peters lightly yet firmly placed his hand on her lower back. "No, no, Julie, you must now remain in this position through the rest of the hour. Unless, of course, another call arrives, and we will then proceed from there." It was so nice that the spanking had finally ended, particularly as it was clear that it would next be on her bare naked fanny. But, this was so embarrassing: bent over Mr. Peters' desk, her panties pulled down, her naked bottom all exposed. "Could I at least rub my bottom, Mr. Peters? It's like all so stingy and tingly." She was still, involuntarily, squirming her bottom around, like she was trying to tempt him with her delicacy. "No, no, honey. You must keep your hands on the desk, unless you need to pick up the phone." She sorely hoped that she would not. She looked up at the clock. It was only 4:25! Only ten minutes had passed, yet it seemed like it had been a whole hour, or at least a half hour. "If you wish, I will do that for you." Gross! No way! "Thank you, sir, but I'm fine." "Well, I will myself sit over here, behind you. I need to review some text material for my next lecture." But, clearly the real reason was to provide himself with a more pleasing perspective from his easy chair, from which he could see well her little feminine pouch poking out from between her thighs. Julie had a few curls, but not enough to hide from view her darling little treasure, the precious slit that traversed her honey pot. Mr. Peters adjusted within his slacks the position of his hard cock. If it was going to be stiff and hard, it needed a more comfortable space to express itself. He laid the book in his lap, and lightly slid his fingers up and down his cock through his slacks as he gazed upon the girl's upraised, rosy red rump and pussy pie. He did, though, have to remind her, "Keep yourself up on your tip toes." Julie sighed with frustration, knowing full well that the professor was treating himself to quite an eyeful. She went back up on her tip toes, as if she was purposely flirting with him, trying to show him as much of her cunnie as was possible from this position. She was beginning to wonder if she had made the right choice. She felt she had, as it was still only a spanking, with the exception of some minimal fondling through her panties and, most importantly of all, there was currently nothing happening at all right now. If she had chosen the spanking he would still be going after her fast and furious. Instead, she could feel the stinging slowly melting away. In fact, at the moment it actually wasn't bad at all. Physically, it was a sort of a pleasant tingling, like when you eat a spicy food. It burns, but it is a nice burn. Emotionally, though, it was rather awkward, to say the least, to know that the professor, so much older than herself, perhaps old enough to be her father, was sitting back in easy chair, enjoying her rather obscene display. "On this perfect day, nothing is standing in my way." Hoku's cheerful, optimistic song again split the silence. Mr. Peters got up from his chair, a smile growing across his lips as his cock grew within his slacks. Julie moaned in frustration, picked up and flipped open the phone. "Hello?" It was Jackie, her fellow cheerleading friend. "Have you finished with Mr. Peters yet? What happened?" SMACK! "Yeoww!" Julie squealed as she felt Mr. Peters slap her bare bottom. "Julie, what is it?! What is it?!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! "He's spanking me! He's spanking me right now!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "It stings so bad!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Mr. Peters then paused, partly to let her catch her breath, to gather herself, and partly to rest his hand, as well as admire how quickly her bottom was turning so red again with the bare butt smacking. A hand spanking of the bare bottom was really the most enjoyable. One can watch the jiggling of the cheeks. It was a big serving of taut red jellow. And, most of all, one could enjoy the feel of your hand on her soft, tender, pliant, smooth, round skin, and Julie had such an adorably little derriere. He had a strong urge to calm her tingly tush with some soothing kisses. In the meantime, Julie explained to Jackie that she was in the middle of her spanking. "He's letting you talk on the phone while he is spanking you?" Julie tentatively answered, "Yes," not being sure what more she should say. She knew it wouldn't be right to explain the rules of their agreement, that would be a clear attempt to end the call. "Cool, at least we can be there for you." "We?" "Yea, I have you on speaker phone. Lisa is here as well." "Hi Julie!" exclaimed Lisa, as if she was calling her while she was on some sort of vacation. "Hello Lisa," Julie replied, not feeling quite so gay. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Oh, oh, oh!" Julie exclaimed. "He's spanking me again!" The girls offered their moral support, as best they could. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Julie at first found it embarrassing to have her friends witness this, even if it was just auditorially, but, unlike Teri, both of them had been through this before with Mr. Peters. They knew what she was going through. It was in fact helpful to have them there. Julie expressed her feelings more openly. "It stings so bad and he won't stop and it's, like, like so embarrassing." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Yes, he pulled down my panties and everything!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "No, no, he hasn't touched me there." And, then, the spanking stopped. There was just silence, and a stinging bum. "What's going on?" Jackie asked. "What's happening?!" yelled Lisa. "Oh my!" squealed Julie, as she felt Mr. Peters touch her cunnie. Mr. Peters sighed with pleasure as his fingers made contact with the soft, young lips of Julie's pussy. The cunnie of a young lady is always so sweet to explore, to caress, to fondle. It was like he was himself young again, enjoying the fresh fruit of the youthful girl, and this one was so soft, so pure. Julie jumped and squirmed at the probing, feeling, exploring fingers of the professor. Jackie asked again, this time more assertively. "Julie, what is going on?!" "He's touching me, he's touching me." She said more quietly, "Down there." They all knew what was happening. They knew how embarrassing it was for Julie to have the professor fondle her like that. They had been through it themselves. Yet, they also knew that it wouldn't all be bad. On the contrary, for each of them it in fact turned out quite well. "Julie," Jackie whispered, "Let him do it." "No," she whispered back. "It's so embarrassing, so personal." Mr. Peters smiled as he listened to the conversation. It added considerably to his pleasure as he listened to Julie openly vocalizing her thoughts, her feelings, her embarrassment. He slid two fingers into her slit, softly and slowly sliding them up and down her lips. "Yes, we know," Jackie replied, "but it's better than the spanking and, well, it may, if you let it." She spoke more quietly, "feel good." Jackie and Lisa had shared the details of their experience with each other. In the end, both had enjoyed immensely Mr. Peters' disciplinary session. They had not, though, revealed this to anyone who had not yet been through it, including Julie. It was frankly embarrassing to have enjoyed it so much. What if Julie hated the whole thing? That would certainly make them look like perverts. Julie did respond as they had expected. "Gross!" But, there was in fact nothing Julie could do. This was her agreement with Mr. Peters. As long as she was on the phone Mr. Peters could do what he wanted and, ironically, it was her friends, Jackie and Lisa, that were keeping her on the phone, allowing the punishment to continue, to advance to this point. She so wished that she could think of something to hint, to suggest, that they end the call. But, whatever she could think of would surely be detected by Mr. Peters. "It's gross at first, Julie," Lisa offered, "but then it's kinda cool." Lisa was considerably less experienced than either Jackie or Julie and it had indeed been real cool for her, as it was largely her first time handling a man's cock. She ultimately enjoyed it a great deal (see "Mr. Peters must discipline the cheerleaders," Chapter 17).. Julie couldn't imagine it being 'kinda cool.' After all, this was an older man, against her wishes, her will, her interest, exploring her most personal place, her vagina. She never became aroused when a doctor examined her there. She could hardly expect to enjoy it when it was the fingers of a professor who was punishing her. Jackie tried to help. "But, it's so nice, so lovely, to feel a man's fingers sliding up and down there, on your cunnie, the lips of your cunnie." She knew that to get through this it was best to find the pleasure in it, the enjoyment. 'Turn lemons into lemonade,' her mother had always said. "Jackie!" Lisa exclaimed, quite surprised and a little embarrassed about Jackie's boldness, talking like she was some sort of a 900 phone sex operator. "Shhh," Jackie responded, and she continued, speaking softly, soothingly, "And, Julie, these are the fingers of a man, not like one of those clumsy, dorky boys. Mr. Peters knows what to do with his fingers." "That is so dope, Jackie!" Julie squinched her eyes shut, trying to ignore the fact that Mr. Peters' fingers were exploring her lips, that she was indeed getting moist. "I liked it when Mr. Peters played with my thing. I had to keep all still, balancing a book on my head while he fingered me. I got so excited" (see "Jackie learns to balance her studies," Chapter 21). Lisa squirmed a bit, imagining what it would be like to be fingered by Mr. Peters, having to remain all still while he did it. Mr. Peters could feel Julie beginning to respond. Her breathing was accelerating, her face was buried in her arm, and moisture was forming on her lips. "I got so warm, so hot, so wet. It was a little embarrassing, to feel myself getting so wet as a professor fingered me, but it was true, and once I allowed it, accepted it, it felt so nice." "Hmmmm," Julie groaned. Mr. Peters moved his fingers farther up her slit. "Where are his fingers now?" "Jackie," Julie protested. "Tell me, tell me where they are." "They're on my, my." She whispered, hoping Mr. Peters would not hear, "my button." But, he did hear and he smiled as he pressed his fingers against, into, her 'button,' and then slowly, softly, circled them around and around her clit, bringing forth her natural arousal at having her clitoris be touched, caressed, and massaged by the fingers of a man. "Oh my," gasped Julie. "Good," Jackie responded. "Just let it happen. Once you cum, he will let you go, no more spanking, and it will be so nice." Lisa squeezed her thighs together, recalling how her session with Mr. Peters had ended. She self-consciously touched her cheek, and her lips, with her fingers, as she remembered those final moments. "Oh my," Julie gasped again as she felt her arousal growing, building. She was now very wet down there. It was so, so embarrassing. A drop of feminine juice even formed on her lips and dripped down into her panties, revealing her level of excitement, as if Mr. Peters needed any more signs. He brought his thumb to her clit, rubbing his thumb around and around her button, and then he brought his fingers back down her lips, easily sliding them in between, into and inside her slit, as she was now so terribly moist, so wet, so swollen with lust. Her bottom twitched, but for a much different reason than before. She even lifted up her bottom higher, to make it easier for him to gain access to her cunnie. He slid a finger up into her cunnie, up into her tight, so terribly tight, little hole. "Oh my goodness," Julie whispered, squirming her bottom on Mr. Peters' finger, clasping tightly onto his finger with her cunnie, softly, subtly, pumping her hips to help him screw it in deeper and deeper into her as he continued to massage her clit with his thumb. Her friends were right. Just give yourself over to him, climax, and it will be over. Julie's breathing was becoming louder and louder. She began to moan and whimper into the phone. Jackie and Lisa were now feeling a little embarrassed themselves. It seemed a little voyeuristic, listening over the phone to someone being masturbated. Actually, it seemed a lot voyeuristic. "Oh my, oh my, oh my," gasped Julie, "I'm going to. I'm going to." She didn't finish her sentence but she didn't really have to. It was rather clear what she was going to do. Jackie looked at Lisa and Lisa nodded, knowing what was on her mind. They didn't want to embarrass Julie. It was a rather personal, private moment to be broadcasting on a speaker phone. Jackie said quickly to Julie as she reached over to hang up the phone, "We'll leave you alone. You can tell us about it later." "No, wait," Julie pleaded. "Bye bye Julie!" Lisa yelled. "Have fun!" Jackie hung up the phone, Julie dropped her head to the desk, and Mr. Peters withdrew his fingers. Julie laid there, bent over the desk, her breathing heavy and loud. So close, so very close. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to replace Mr. Peters' fingers with her thighs, but it wasn't even really close. All she succeeded in doing was letting her panties fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. She lifted her head. "Mr. Peters?" "Yes, dear?" "Can I call someone?" She was thinking of calling Julie back. "No, no, I'm sorry. You'll just have to stay there until the hour is over if no further calls come in." Julie sighed in frustration. She tried though spreading her legs open and lifting up her butt, presenting herself to Mr. Peters like a bitch in heat. She just wanted to be finished. Couldn't he at least do that? Mr. Peters reached down and squeezed his cock. He, and in particular his cock, would certainly like to help her out. Julie looked back at the professor, past her naked upraised bottom. She smiled when she saw his erection. "You can put that in me if you want, Mr. Peters." That was a very generous and tempting offer. Her wet pussy poking up so flirtatiously, glistening in the bright lights of his office. However, he knew that he was there to perform a duty, a disciplinary duty, and he would not shirk his responsibility. Having sex with her now would be quite inconsistent with the purposes of their session, of her lesson. He would not take advantage of the situation to serve his own needs, his own interests. "On this perfect day, nothing is standing in my way." Julie quickly picked up her phone, and Mr. Peters unzipped his slacks. "How is school today, kitten?" "Daddy?!" 'Perfect,' thought Mr. Peters. He would have been ambivalent to have sex with her while she was speaking with Jackie. That might not have actually served well as any sort of punishment or lesson. It might have just been fun. No, this was better, much better. "Well, yes, dear," Mr. Hall replied. "I know you don't have any classes right now, so I thought I would give you a call, hear how my favorite daughter is doing, all grown up now, in college." "Oh!" Julie gasped, as she felt the soft full bulb of Mr. Peters' cock touch the bare bottom of her butt, working its way around and around her soft skin, exploring her curves. "What's wrong, kitten? Have I called at a bad time?" It was clearly a very, very bad time, but she could not say so and thereby end the call herself. "No, no, daddy, it's fine." But, it was anything but fine. As Mr. Peters caressed Julie's soft, naked bottom with his cock, he returned his fingers to her moist slit and stiff clit, keeping her at a feverish state. "Ohhhhh," she groaned as she felt his thumb again massaging her clit and his finger screwing back up inside her. "Are you sure?" Mr. Hall inquired. "You sound out of breath." "Yes, yes" Julie replied. His comment was actually helpful in coming up with an explanation. "I'm just exercising, daddy. I'm at the club." "Oh yes, I see, well I know how you like to talk on the phone while you exercise. So, I guess I in fact called at a very good time. Actually, you like to talk on the phone no matter what you're doing." "Daddy!" "Well, it's true dear. I mean, is there anything you wouldn't do while on the phone?" An hour ago she could have said she had never been spanked, fingered, or fucked while she was on the phone. Those would seem like obvious times for not being on the phone; but, no longer, although she would not have offered them to her father as relevant examples anyway, even if they were still valid. He answered for her. "In the shower? You've even been on the phone while you were in the shower." "Oh my," Julie gasped, as she felt Mr. Peters slide his hard cock up and down the crack of her bottom as a finger worked its way in and out of her slit hole. "Of course, I didn't actually see it but I could hear you through the door. At first I was simply shocked to think that you had someone else in there with you but, then, I realized you were on the phone." "Ohhh," Julie groaned, in disappointment, as she felt Mr. Peters bring his hand away from her cunnie. "Well, it's true, Julie. Sometimes the truth is disappointing." "I'm not on the phone that often, daddy." Mr. Peters lodged his stiff dick inside the crack of her bottom. He slid it up her crack and then squeezed her bottom cheeks around it. That always felt like such a nice home for his cock, tucked inside the soft crack of a girl's bottom, feeling her tender soft cheeks firmly gripping the shaft of his stiff dick, and seeing the head of his cock peeking out of the top of her butt crack. Julie, however, found it just a bit odd. It didn't do anything for her and she tried to let him know by wiggling her bottom. But, that only made it more fun, like he was riding a little pony that was trying to shake him, and plus it just made it more visually appealing. However, he did eventually get the message. He let go of her cheeks and slowly slid his cock down her bottom valley, stopping momentarily when his red bulb touched her red flower. "That's gross!" exclaimed Julie, thinking that Mr. Peters might actually try to have sex with her there. Mr. Peters and the Cell Phone "What's gross, dear?" "Oh, daddy, yea, um, this guy is, like, dipping his dog into something totally gross!" "Well, each person has his own tastes, dear. We mustn't be judgmental." Mr. Hall then described some of his own unusual tastes. Mr. Peters didn't really have any intention to shove it up there. He just wanted to give her rosebud a little kiss. He shifted it further down, resting it against the swollen wet lips of her cunnie. He let it stay there for awhile as he reached around her and then under to return his fingers to her clit. She sorely appreciated that, letting out a soft moan of approval. "Yes, I know, I think it sounds really delicious as well," Mr. Hall replied, as he was still talking about some entree he particularly liked. Mr. Peters slid his cock along Julie's moist, warm slit as he continued to finger, to massage, her clit. It was so difficult for Julie to maintain her composure and she tried to limit her speech to single words or at best half sentences. "I don't think, daddy, I don't think, no, like, not tonight." Her father attributed her breathless, short speech, and at times confusion, to the fact that she must be on some sort of treadmill or exercise bike. Mr. Peters could feel his cock getting quite wet as he continued to caress her lips with the shaft and head. He then pulled back and lodged the head solidly at the entrance to her cunt and bore down hard with his fingers on her clit. "Oh my goodness," Julie gasped. "Having a good workout?" "Oh yes, daddy." "Well, don't push yourself too hard." "Unnnh," she groaned as she felt Mr. Peters push his cock up into her cunt. "It's so big." "What's big dear?" "Uh, oh, um, the ball, I'm on a balance ball now." It was a very tight fit. This was not Julie's first time, by any means, but she was still a young lady. Mr. Peters shoved his cock harder and harder into her cunt. Normally he would have taken more time, but there was in fact very little time left for their session and he wanted it to end well. "Unh, unh, unh," she moaned with each thrust into her cunt. Mr. Hall found the noises Julie was making to be a bit disconcerting. Any healthy male would have to agree that they sounded a bit sexual and he felt really quite guilty to be perceiving them this way. This was, after all, his daughter. "Yes, well, getting a good work out, heh?" "Oh yes, daddy, yes, very good, it's very, very good." Mr. Peters was driving his cock all the way up her cunt, as far as he could go. The stimulation was so intense. The walls of her cunt wrapped around his cock like a wet, hot, silk glove, massaging every inch of his crown, his shaft, with the soft and sloppy wet furrowed and folded flesh of her inner cunt. His cock slid in, slid out, slid in, slid out. "Yes, well, don't get too carried away, you can sprain your back on those things." "Yes, daddy, yes," she gasped, feeling her cunt being so thoroughly fucked as Mr. Peters continued to diddle her clit. She knew that she wasn't going to last much longer. Neither was Mr. Peters. He could never last long in such young, wet, tight cunnies, and the fact that he was doing it with her while she was speaking on the phone with her father added such another layer of spice. He wanted to cum in her cunt while her father was still on the phone, and he wanted her to cum as well. He knew that would offer the best lesson of all. He worked harder on her clit with his fingers, pressing down hard against her nub as he circled his fingers around and around, while plunging his cock in and out. Her cunt was now making loud squishy, slurping noises as his cock pumped fluids from her cunt, onto her thighs, like a rapidly driving piston leaking oil. "It's such a good workout, daddy, so good, so very, very good." Mr. Peters felt the surge within him. He could not wait for her, he could not hold back any longer, and so he just let it happen, feeling a rush of base pleasure sweep through his body, his head going faint, as a blast of cum gushed from his cock into the girl's cunt, like the first explosion of a deep well, so effectively drilled. Julie felt Mr. Peters' cock twitch inside her, followed by the blast of cum. She enjoyed having a boy cum inside her. It felt so personal, so intimate, and she was then swept away herself by her own orgasm. "Oh my, daddy," she gasped "it's so way good." "Yes, dear." Mr. Hall kind of wished that she would end this particular exercise. He really couldn't get a rather nasty image of his daughter out of his mind. "Oh my, oh my, oh my," she kept repeating as her orgasm washed through her twitching body, her cunnie wracked in spasms as it was jammed full by Mr. Peters' dick, kicking in her cunt like an angry mule, spewing out his gummy seed deep inside. She fell onto his desk, clutching the phone to her ear. Mr. Peters followed her down, falling onto the girl's quacking, quivering body, his dick still embedded deep inside her cunt. He lay on top of her, his abdomen on her bottom, basking in the pleasure of his remaining climax, the surging waves sweeping through him, his cock twitching and gushing into the girl's tight, twitching cunt. "Yes, well, kitten, I need to go, I'll uh, will speak to you later." Julie was totally out of breath. "Bye daddy. Thanks ever so much for calling. I really needed it." He hung up, realizing once again that he could never understand his daughter. She felt Mr. Peters' cum, mingling with her own juices, seep from her cunt and drip, then flow, down her thighs, past her knees, and all the way to her ankle. She just lay there and moaned in pleasure, in satisfaction. Jackie was right, and so was her father, and Mr. Peters. She had learned her lesson. It was very clear that she was on the phone much too much, but sometimes it is nice to get a phone call. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I hope you enjoyed it!