41 comments/ 306308 views/ 338 favorites Teachers Demand Respect By: lily_ann I didn't even hear Mr. Casey the first time he called my name. Well, in all fairness, it wasn't the first time he called my name. He had yelled at me three different times that class alone, once for having my cell phone out and twice for leaning across the aisle to whisper to my friend. He finally told me to sit in the corner at the back of the room. I was amusing myself by staring out the window and humming softly, absentmindedly flipping my phone open and shut with a loud snap. I heard him call my name the second time, but continued to stare out the window until I heard some people start to giggle. I finally turned my head, looking up at Mr. Casey. He was standing at the front of the room, arms crossed as he glared at me. "Could you please repeat what I just said?" he asked. "'Jenna,'" I replied, repeating my name back to him. I heard my friends giggle as Mr. Casey flushed slightly. "Have you paid any attention during this class?" he said. I shrugged. "Stay after class, Miss Williams," he continued, frowning at me. I rolled my eyes. Mr. Casey told me to stay after class at least once a week. Once a week, I stood in front of his desk as he told me I needed to give him some respect and pay attention because it was important to pay attention in class. I'm sure Mr. Casey was a decent guy. If I gave him the chance, he'd probably be a good teacher, too. But the fact remained that he was cocky, overpaid, and no where near enough of a teacher to keep me in my place. He was young -- probably had a few years teaching experience under his belt but was in his early thirties at most. Good-looking, that much was certain. But he walked around like he had a stick up his ass, with his nose up in the air and taking everything in the world way too seriously. I mean, most of our teachers just wore jeans and a nice a shirt, but Mr. Casey always wore dress pants and a dress shirt, with a tie. Like I said, stick up his ass. I wasn't a bad student, really. My grades weren't great but they were enough to get me graduated and into college. I knew that I didn't need Mr. Casey's class, and that I just needed to barely pass in order to graduate. I liked to take things easy, and I decided my senior year would be spent having fun rather than worrying about classes I didn't need. I'll be honest with you - I was a bitch. I wasn't type to start rumours or something, but I had a sharp tongue and was incredibly stubborn. I had a lot of friends, don't get me wrong, but the ones who couldn't put up with my mouth really hated me. Unfortunately for them, I really didn't care enough to change. Unfortunately for me, a lot of those people were also teachers. I didn't really care about getting great grades. Just about getting enough to pass and graduate, maybe get into a crappy college. I knew what I wanted to do with my life and my plans didn't include studying all hours of the day. Life was too short to be studying all the time. Mr. Casey, unfortunately, didn't share my point of view. Most of my other teachers didn't care enough anymore to make a huge deal about it, unless I did something to disrupt the class. This happened once in awhile, but seemed to happen all the time in Mr. Casey's class. He thought I was rude and disrespectful, and for some reason seemed to have made it his personal mission to make me into a better student. Which is why, when the three o'clock bell rang, I slowly packed my books up and waited for everyone to leave before making my way to the front of the room. He pissed me off immediately, taking his time to collect his papers before going to the door and shutting it. He sauntered back to his desk (as well as a person can saunter with a giant stick up their ass) and sat down. I tapped my foot impatiently. "Places to go, Miss Williams?" he asked, almost pleasantly, as if he wanted to make sure I would miss whatever event I was supposed to be going to. "Nope," I replied. "Just wondering what kind of bullshit you're going to bring up this time." He flushed slightly when I swore. "I will remind you that you can get suspended for that kind of language." "And I will remind you that there's no one here to witness that I said anything wrong, so trying to get me suspended won't go very far," I shot back. "Now seriously, Casey, we've done this a thousand times. Can you just say whatever shit you're going to say and let me leave?" The look on his face was almost priceless. He pursed his lips, like a little old lady would, and took a deep breath, as if to calm down. "First, you will refer to me as Mr. Casey, or as 'sir.' Learn some respect. Second, you're not leaving," he said. I rolled my eyes. "I mean it, Jenna." He stood up from behind the desk and opened a drawer on the filing cabinet, pulling out a file. "These are all the assignments you've failed to hand in," he said, opening the file. There were a pile of sheets, some of which I knew were littering the floor of my locker, others which were obviously handed out during classes I'd skipped. "Now, I know what you're trying to pull. Just a good enough grade to pass, right? Only handing in what you need to?" I shrugged. "Most teachers figure that out a lot faster, but yes." He smiled at me, and I was confused for a moment. "Unfortunately for you, Jenna, a major part of this class is your participation mark. You would know that, if you had been here on the first day and gotten your course outline. I completely control that part of the mark, and at the rate you're going -- " He pushed a print-out of my grades towards me " -- I still have the power to fail you." I'll admit, I wasn't expecting that. I didn't know about the participation mark. Usually it's only worth about ten per cent of the final grade, but when I looked at the print-out, I saw that it was a full twenty-five percent. Mr. Casey had it marked as zero, and the mark that I actually had was nothing like what I thought it was. My mouth dropped open a bit as I realised I would need almost the full twenty-five percent to pass. I looked up at him from the print out. "I show up to class," I said, my voice stony. "You can't give me a zero if I've shown up to class." The sadistic fucker was actually grinning at me. "Actually, I can," he said. He pulled the sheet from my hand and put it back in the file. "But I'm willing to make a deal with you." "A deal," I scoffed. "Do I have a choice in the matter?" "You do have a choice," he said. "Either you stay after school under my supervision and complete all these assignments that you've missed --" he pushed the file towards me, the stack of assignment sheets at least an inch high, " -- or you fail." I couldn't actually believe it for a moment. Mr. Casey wasn't only asking me to do the entire semester's worth of work, he was making me stay at the school to do it! I laughed a bit before I accepted he was completely serious. "You're a fucker," I spat at him. Mr. Casey's strong point isn't his tolerance, not matter how much he tries to be patient. And he absolutely can't handle curse words, especially when directed at him. I could see his jaw clench as I swore at him. "I wouldn't speak like that, Jenna," he said. I could tell he was getting angry with me, and I don't know why I did it, but I decided to keep infuriating him. My thoughts were that maybe if he got angry enough, he wouldn't want me to stay after school and would just give up. "Oh, come on," I said, leaning forwards a bit. "How old are you, Mr. Casey?" He didn't answer. "Really, I'm asking." "I'm thirty-two." "Well, then you've got thirty damn years before you start talking like a fuckin' old person! 'I wouldn't speak like that, Jenna,'" I said, mocking him. "How old are you, Jenna?" he asked, red-faced. "Eighteen," I said proudly. "Almost nineteen, if your file is correct." He looked down at his books. "Almost a year older than everyone in your class. Why is that, Miss Williams, I wonder." It was my turn to flush. I had been held back in grade school, though I never imagined a teacher would use that against me. My cheeks were bright red and I was glaring hard at him. "That was mature," I said, my voice shaking with offence. "So acting like you're twelve, and then acting like you're sixty. Do you ever act your age?" "You need to work on your insults, Miss Williams. That was, as you might say, completely lame." His voice was pleasant again, knowing that he had gotten to me. "Now, what is your choice? Are you going to stay after school and do your work, or are you going to fail my class and consequently not graduate?" I could feel myself shaking, I was so angry. Graduating was the only thing important to me, the only reason I was in his stupid class, and he knew it. "Fuck you," I said, slowly and deliberately. "Keep talking like that and the offer is going to expire," he warned. "You're an ass!" I cried. "I'll have to stay every day for the rest of the semester to finish all this!" "Should have done it when it was assigned," he said matter-of-factly. He sat down and pulled some papers out of a drawer, beginning to mark. "You can work in here, if you'd like." I think he was expecting me to pick up the file and go sit down, like he'd won. But there was no way I was doing all those assignments, and his comments had really gotten to me. I needed to graduate -- it was the only thing that mattered, and he was going to take it away from me. I was literally shaking with anger, and without even thinking I picked up the file and threw it across his desk. The papers inside fell out and knocked the papers he was marking off the desk. He looked up at me incredulously. "I'm not doing your fucking assignments," I said. I don't know why I had thrown it, but he was frustrating me. "If you were a half decent teacher, I wouldn't be failing." "Don't blame that on me," he said. His face was red and a muscle in his jaw had begun to twitch. "You're failing because you put no effort into my class." "I'm failing because you're an awful teacher, and you know it!" I yelled. "I'm not failing my other classes," I pointed out. "Maybe because the teachers I have in my other classes aren't self-absorbed jerks." "Self-absorbed?" he said, almost taunting me. "I'm doing this so you pass, Miss Williams. There is nothing in this about me." "You're doing this so you don't get fired for doing a crappy job," I shot back. He shook his head and moved the papers I had thrown at him, picking up his marking and continuing. Something about the fact that he wasn't paying attention to me infuriated me, and I slammed my purse on his desk and walked around so I was standing next to him. "If I fail this class, they'll know how shitty a teacher you are. They'll fire you." "I'm not going to be fired because one student failed," he said, his voice still calm. "No, you're going to be fired because you're an ass," I said, desperately trying to think of something. "You're a cocky little shit and you don't give a shit about any of us. I swear, Mr. Casey, if you fail me I'll make sure you're fired. I'll tell them you failed me because you came onto me but I wouldn't suck your cock." He finally looked up at me, and opened his mouth to respond. I could hardly believe I said it but it was too late to take it back, so I cut him off. "I haven't learned a single thing in this joke of a class, and I swear to God I'll get you fired. I will ruin your career." "Be quiet," he interrupted. "There is no way anyone would believe..." "Don't fucking talk," I said sharply, my anger fuelling my words. "Do you honestly think anyone would believe that, Jenna? You are overreacting to this," he said. "To threaten me and make up such a lie because of this..." I knew he was right, but I was stubborn -- probably my biggest fault, now that I think of it. "You're a failure as a teacher. Do you fail at everything else, Mr. Casey? Thirty-two, you said, right? I heard from Mrs. Daly that you're divorced. You fail at that?" His eyes were wide and his jaw was clenched. "That is personal." I laughed at him, bitterly. "So it's true. What was it, is it because she couldn't stand it? I bet it was sex," I mused. "I bet she left because you couldn't satisfy her." I knew Mr. Casey wanted to help me and he had good intentions. But I just wanted to pass his class and graduate, and he was ruining my plans. When I graduated, I could leave home, and if he failed me I'd be stuck with my parents for another semester while I made up the class. If I did agree to his stupid assignments, I wouldn't have a social life for the rest of the semester. "I bet it's because you were a bad fuck," I continued, still laughing at him. "What was it, Mr. Casey? Why did Mrs. Casey leave? Couldn't keep it up?" I giggled. "Not much to keep up in the first place, I bet." "Shut up," he said. "No," I laughed. "You want to try and fuck with me? Try and stop me from graduating? At least take it like a man, Casey. I bet your wife -- ex-wife -- used to tell you the same thing, didn't she. Used to tell you to shut up and be a fucking man, instead of the little pussy you are." I should have noticed that he was breathing hard and that his eyes looked dangerous. I should have probably stopped, long before I did. I didn't even know why I was being so terrible to him -- I just started talking and got angrier and angrier until I couldn't stop. I was overreacting and about something stupid. I was acting like an immature child, basically throwing a tantrum in front of him. And yet, I couldn't stop. I knew Mr. Casey got angry when I mouthed off at him, and I should have known that what I was saying was pissing him off to the point that he would have had to do something drastic. But I just didn't think of it at the time. "Why did she leave, Mr. Casey?" I asked. "Come on, there had to be a reason. Was it because you have a small cock? Maybe it doesn't work right?" I laughed at him. He was sitting still, just staring at me as I yelled at him. "Come on, nothing to say to that, 'sir?'" I mocked. "I bet she left because you're a whiny bastard." His jaw was twitching dangerously but I hardly noticed. My heart was racing and my face felt hot from the adrenaline pounding through me. I should have noticed he was close to his breaking point, but I ignored everything but my own anger. "In fact," I continued, leaning towards him as he still sat in the chair. "I bet she left because she found someone better to fuck, and she didn't need to put up with your little cock and pussy attitude anymore." I paused after that, my words hanging in the air. It took longer than it should have, but something in me finally clicked and I knew immediately I had gone too far as Mr. Casey stared up at me. I was still angry, certain my skin was still red, and my mouth was still half-open to continue, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything else. I slowly realised what I was saying to him, slowly realised that he had every right and reason to expel me, and I didn't know what to say next. We stayed in that position for a moment, just letting what I had said hang in the air like an awful stench. Mr. Casey hadn't moved, but something in his face had changed and I was terrified. Slowly, I started to stand up, wanting to back away from him. The second I moved, though, Mr. Casey stood up and grabbed me hard, his fingers digging into my shoulders. I tried to scream, but he shoved me back against the wall hard enough to knock the breath out of me. His hands were clutching my shoulders tightly as he held me against the wall. "You fucking bitch," he hissed. I slammed my eyes shut, trying to suck in a breath and expecting him to slap me, punch me, shake me - something. When he roughly pressed his mouth against mine, my eyes flew open in shock. He only kissed me for a moment before pulling back and looking at me. I could hardly breathe, though I refuse to believe it was because of anything but him shoving me against the wall. I tried to gulp mouthfuls of air in as I glared at him, desperate to ask him what he was doing, but he pressed his body against mine and kissed me roughly again. I reached up and tried to push him off me, but he wrapped a large hand around each wrist and held me against the wall. I thought I was going to suffocate but when he pulled back a second time, I managed to suck in a large amount of air. "What are you going to do?" I gasped, my voice hoarse and quiet. I couldn't gather enough breath to scream as I sucked in shallow breaths, staring at the enraged man in front of me. I don't know if I was scared, but I hadn't expected what he had done and I still wasn't sure how I would react. Did I want to scream? My gut was telling me to, but the sudden wetness in my panties told me to stay, that if he could make me so hot with just a heated kiss, imagine what else he could do to me. At the same time that I was scared, something twisted in me was whispering that I deserved whatever he was going to do, and that I was going to like it. He released one of my wrists and finally delivered the slap I had been expecting. Though I knew it was coming at some point, my cheek still stung and the force of it jarred me to the side. I pressed my lips together for a moment, refusing to make a sound to let him know how much it hurt, though my heart was pounding fiercely and my knees felt wobbly. Mr. Casey pressed against me harder and I could feel a hard bulge pressing into my stomach as he pushed his mouth on mine, biting down on my bottom lip until I cried out softly. I used my free hand to push against him but he was pressing against me hard and I don't know if he even noticed. He released my other wrist, but his hands immediately cupped my breasts. He squeezed hard and I couldn't help but sigh, enjoying it. I hated that he was touching me but at the same time I wanted more. I had insulted him and it was only right that he punish me for it. My heart pounded as I thought these things, not knowing why I didn't move. "You fucking whore," he spat at me. He moved his lips to my neck and bit, his hands cupping my breasts. He thrust his hips against me and I could feel his hard cock grinding against me, and my pussy throbbed knowing that I was at his total mercy. His hands moved roughly down my body, onto my hips, and then around to my ass. He pulled me forward, holding me tight against him as he sucked and bit my neck. I reached up, my hands on his shoulders, though I didn't push him nearly as hard. He was grabbing my ass, hard, and continued to grind against me. I gasped as his hands left my ass, reaching up to yank my button-up shirt open. Most of the buttons came undone but I heard a few pop off and fall to the floor. My shirt soon followed them, and I watched as he threw it down with a strange contempt in a crumpled heap. He pulled my bra off quickly and his hands were all over me in an instant. "Fuck," he said, rubbing my breasts hard. "You're sick," I gasped, though I couldn't help but punctuate my sentence with a soft moan. I couldn't admit to him, nor to myself, that standing half-naked in front of my teacher was making me wetter than I'd ever been. I knew it was wrong -- I knew if I screamed, someone would have to hear. But somehow things had gotten this far and that scream hadn't come yet. I had never realised how attractive Mr. Casey was, always just thinking about what an ass he was, but once he started touching me I couldn't help but notice that he was fit, that he had gorgeous eyes and large, manly hands. "You have little tits," he shot back at me, his hands covering them easily. I blushed a bit. My tits weren't large, by any means. But I thought that at a 32B, they were rather proportionate, considering my slim stature. Just the way he said it, however, seemed so degrading. He pinched my nipple hard and I cried out, louder this time. Teachers Demand Respect "Shut up," he snapped, reaching up and slapping me again. I pushed him, though it wasn't enough to move him away from me. "Don't tell me to shut up," I said. A shocking tingle ran through my body when he slapped me, and the pain mixed with the fact that he was turning me on was weakening my resolve. He and I both knew it, and I knew he just wanted to make me cry, just to establish his authority. I knew if I made a noise, I'd be completely under his control. I told myself I wouldn't make a single sound, though even in my mind it wasn't convincing. He slapped me again. My face was tingling and tears sprang in my eyes. He pressed his lips against mine again. "Shut up," he growled, his lips still against mine. "Don't fucking tell me to shut up," I said, my voice shaking a bit as I turned my head from him, pulling my lips away from his. He slapped me again and a tear rolled down my cheek. He leaned forward, using one hand to tip my face back towards him, and pressing a gentle kiss against my lips. With his other hand, he pinched my nipple. "Shut. Up." I shook my head and another tear fell down my stinging cheek. He bit down on my lip again and I whimpered. Pulling back his hand, he slapped me again, so hard that I would have fallen over if he hadn't held me up. There wasn't much I could do -- he was pressing me so hard against the wall that I could hardly move. I made the smallest of sounds without even meaning to -- a tiny sob that barely made it out of my throat -- but it was enough to convince Mr. Casey of my submission to him. "You will not speak unless I give you permission to," he said, his hand cupping my chin. Tears began to roll down my cheek, stopping and sliding down to the side of my face when they hit his fingers. "Understand?" I shook my head, silently begging to be allowed something. He shook me, raising his hand in a threat to slap me again. I winced as he brought it towards me, stopping just before he hit me. "I said, do you understand?" he barked. "Yes," I sobbed before he had even finished his sentence, my face stinging so badly that I didn't know if I could handle him slapping me again. I was terrified, but my pussy was dripping wet and I couldn't have left, as much as I thought I wanted to. He slapped me again, though it was softer. "You are going to learn some respect before I'm through with you. And you will call me sir, understand?" "Yes, sir," I sniffled, my cheek flushed and burning under the palm of his hand. His lips were on mine instantly, attacking my mouth, his tongue roughly pushing past my lips. Seeming to trust that I wouldn't push him away, he continued to kiss me but moved his body away a bit so he could unbutton my jeans. He shoved them down my slim hips, his lips moving from mine to my jawbone, then to my neck. He bit down lightly before kissing down to my breasts. He licked them, twirling his tongue around my hard, rosy pink nipple before biting down hard. I bit my lip, stifling my cry as he continued to lick and suck down my flat stomach. Kneeling before me, he kissed my belly button and licked down to the top of my panties. Before he pulled them down, he pulled my jeans off my legs with gentle care, then kissed my pussy through my black, lacy panties. I could feel his teeth scraping against my panties, brushing against my clit, and I couldn't help but press myself a bit closer to him. He put his hands on my hips and pushed me hard against the wall, holding me down as he teased me through my panties. Slowly, he pulled them down, his lips trailing behind them and kissing my neatly trimmed mound. He slid my panties down my legs, just barely pressing his mouth against my pussy as he took them off. I was shocked by how softly he was touching me, and hoped slightly that if I co-operated, he'd stay nice. "Little slut," he murmured as he pulled my panties down, his lips brushing against my pussy. "Look at these panties. Only a little slut would wear these." I stepped out of the panties as he pulled them to the floor, and he looked up at me, holding the little lacy cloth in his hand. I was looking down at him, and he raised the cloth to his mouth, licking the crotch as he stared up at me. I knew he was tasting my wetness, and I could hardly stand it as I watched him lick my soaking panties. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? You like watching me taste your slutty pussy juice," he said. I nodded and he leaned forward, sliding his tongue along my wet slit as he pushed my legs apart. I sighed as he teased me with his mouth before finally sucking on my clit. He nibbled on it gently and I could feel his hands press harder on my hips as I strained to grind against his mouth. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough that I was sure when he let go, his hand would be imprinted on me. I couldn't take it anymore, and so I reached down, pressing his head closer to my pussy with my hands on the back of his head. I didn't expect him to stop immediately and stand up, moving his hand to pinch my nipple hard. "Don't," was all he said as I gasped. "I'm sorry," I panted as he pinched. "I'm sorry, what?" he asked, twisting my nipple a bit. I whimpered a bit. "I'm sorry, sir!" I gasped, my voice high. He released my nipple and raked his hand down my body. The pressure against my skin felt wonderful and when he got to my pussy, he immediately pushed two fingers into me. I gasped loudly, not expecting the sudden intrusion, my hips bucking against his hand. He leaned forward, his lips shoved against my mouth as he pumped his fingers in my pussy. "I didn't think you'd be so tight," he whispered against my mouth. "Thought you'd be all stretched out like the little whore you are." His words stung -- I had only ever been with two guys before, and that was hardly a basis for anyone to call me a whore -- but the word just made me moan and he laughed at me. "Like being called a whore?" he continued. "That's what you are, you know. You're a little bitch, but you're especially a little whore." "If I was a whore, I'd be making sure I passed the class by letting you do this to me," I gasped suddenly. I winced, expecting a slap. He bit down on my lip and I was relieved that he didn't hit me again. "I'll consider it," he said, "but you forget to call me sir again and I'll not only certainly fail you..." He chuckled, biting my lip again, though softer this time. "Well, I'll leave that to your imagination." I bit my lip, knowing he was serious, and he moved his fingers even harder in my pussy. I could hear his hand slapping against my wet cunt as he pounded me with his hand. He was pounding me hard and I ground against him, wanting even more. I could feel myself start to build up to an orgasm, and my breathing quickened. "I'm gonna cum," I cried, panting. "Sir!" I added quickly. He pushed his fingers in me hard, kissing me as he finger-fucked my cunt. I moaned against his mouth, my pussy starting to tighten. As it clenched around his fingers, Mr. Casey pulled them out, leaving me hanging on the edge. I groaned out, almost in pain, and tried to reach down to rub my clit. He grabbed my hands and pushed me against the wall hard. "No," he hissed. "Little whores don't get to cum until I say so." "Fuck you!" I spat at him, forgetting what he had said about failing me. I was nearly in tears, I needed to cum so badly. He pushed his body against mine, keeping away from my pussy and burying his head in my neck. He bit down hard on my neck, sucking on the skin there. I tried to grind against his hard cock, but he pulled away from me, stepping back and looking down at me. I stared hard at him, glaring and panting, my clit aching from the need to cum. "What did I say?" he said, his voice quiet. "What did I say would happen if you didn't call me sir?" I glared at him. "You didn't say you weren't going to let me cum," I accused. He pulled his tie off, staring at me the whole time. I stood defiantly against the wall, and he stepped towards me. I pressed against the wall, a little bit nervous but refusing to back down. I had been so close and he was just such an ass to not let me cum. He stepped close to me, as close as he could without actually touching me. I continued to glare at him, feeling the cool concrete of the wall pressed against my heated skin. When he leaned forward I thought he was going to hit me again, but he simply rested his hands on my forearms and kissed me gently. I frowned, confused, but kissed him back. He rubbed my arms, gently, my left arm tingling under the cool silk of his tie. I think he expected it. I let my guard down for just a moment as he kissed me and before I knew it, he had grabbed me roughly and jerked me against the wall, pushing my face and chest into it hard. I let out a cry of frustration and tried to move away, but he grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back. I struggled against him but his large hand had both my wrists in one clenched fist, and he wrapped the tie around them. "You asshole!" I cried, my cheek pressed against the wall as he tightened it. He spun me around again. My chest stuck forward, baring my breasts to him, and as much as I pulled against his tie I couldn't even loosen it. "Shut up," he ordered, slapping me again. I ground my teeth, angry, but obeyed him. He extended both arms towards me, resting his hands on my shoulder, and pushed me down. I fell to my knees, hard, and cried out in pain. I was sure I'd have bruises the next day. As he stood in front of me, he began to unbuckle his belt. He put it aside before undoing his pants. I licked my lips in anticipation as he unzipped them and pulled them down, then freed his hard cock from his boxers. I had been wrong about the size of his cock -- it was about average, maybe even a little thicker than normal. There was a glisten of pre-cum on the head. He looked at me, staring at his cock, and laughed again. "Like it, slut?" he asked. I glared up at him, refusing to answer. I did like it, but that wasn't the point. Mr. Casey paused for a moment, looking like he expected me to answer, but I firmly kept my mouth closed. He reached forward and wound his fingers through my long hair, pulling hard. "Answer me," he said, pulling my hair. I cried out in pain, trying to get out of his grasp. "Yes, yes I like it!" He let go of my hair and slapped me. "You like it, what?" "SIR! I like it, sir!" He thrust forward as I finished talking, his cock popping in my mouth. "Suck it, slut," he said. "And don't you dare use your teeth." I licked his cock and twirled my tongue around the head before I actually began to suck his thick tip. Mr. Casey groaned and pushed into my mouth, reaching behind my head and pulling it harder onto his cock. I gagged a bit as he hit the back of my throat. He pulled out a bit and I was able to start sucking and bob my head slowly. "Fuck," he swore after a moment, and thrust his cock into my mouth again, pushing my head down on his cock. I gagged again, but this time he didn't pull out, just thrust into my mouth. I gagged and tried to pull back but he held my head in place, pushing his cock into my mouth. He fucked my mouth, his thick cock hitting the back of my throat each time he thrust. A hand was on each side of my head, fingers wrapped through my hair. I wasn't gagging quite as much as his cock moved past my stretched pink lips and into my hot, wet mouth. It took me a moment to figure out a way to breathe -- sucking a deep breath in while he pulled out, holding it while he thrust back in, and then exhaling when he pulled out again. "That's it," he groaned. "That's good, slut. Like my cock in your mouth, don't you? Like having me fuck your mouth you fucking whore." I moaned, my cunt throbbing as he spoke. He groaned. "Making you hot, isn't it, having your teacher's cock in your slut mouth." I moaned again, his cock deep in my throat, and he groaned and thrust into my mouth even harder. "Moan for me, slut, feels so good when you do that." I moaned again, obeying him, and he fucked my mouth harder. It was almost painful, but I couldn't pull back, nor did I really want to. I could feel his cock pushing against my throat and I kept moaning, the sound quiet to begin with and muffled even more by the cock stuffed in my mouth. "Fuck, little slut's gonna make me cum..." he mumbled, grabbing my hair hard and thrusting into my throat. I let him fuck my mouth, gasping and making small noises as he did, and after a moment he grunted, breathing hard. I felt his hot cum shooting in my mouth, my throat muscles milking his cock. He pulled out slowly as he came, and though his cock was still in my mouth, he came so much that I couldn't take it all. It dribbled out of my mouth and onto my chin. I swallowed as much of his cum as I could, licking it off my lips as Mr. Casey braced himself against the wall. My throat ached from his cock being thrust into it, and his cum felt sticky against my chin, dripping down onto my chest. I looked up at him. He was leaning over me, his cock still near my face, and he was panting as he looked down at me. "Fucking slut," he gasped. He stared at me for a moment before kneeling down in front of me. "Look at you. You've got my cum all over your face. Couldn't lick it all up, could you?" I shook my head. "No, sir," I said softly. My voice sounded scratchy, and Mr. Casey laughed. He reached up, using a single finger to wipe some of his spunk off my chest and chin, then holding it up to my mouth. I took his finger in my mouth, sucking the cum off it. He pulled his finger out and repeated his actions until I had licked and swallowed all the cum off my body that I couldn't get before. Mr. Casey let his finger stay in my mouth for a moment after I had sucked all the cum off. He pulled it out, looking right into my eyes. "Good little slut," he whispered, grinning at me. I smiled proudly, in spite of myself, and blushed. Mr. Casey leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue probing my mouth. I sighed, knowing he was tasting his own cum off my lips. I had momentarily forgotten about the dull, throbbing ache in my cunt, having been focussed so much on trying to breathe around Mr. Casey's cock and then enjoying the taste of his hot cum. As he kissed me, I was reminded of my need to climax. "Mr. Casey," I said softly, almost desperately, "Mr. Casey, may I please cum? Sir?" He pulled back from me and grinned again. "I knew you'd learn eventually," he said. He reached out, cupping one of my breasts and gently stroking my hard, aching nipple. I sighed in relief, my head tilting back. "See what asking nicely gets you? But, Miss Williams, I do believe you still deserve some punishment." He punctuated by pinching my nipple. "Why?" I gasped. "Sir?" He twisted my nipple a bit. "You are a little bitch," he spat at me. "You think I'd forget just because you made me cum in your whore mouth? No, you need to be punished first." I cried out and looked at him. "Please, sir, so long as I can cum," I begged. "I'll do anything." He stood up, pulling me to my feet. My legs were wobbly and my knees hurt -- I nearly fell over. He held me close to him and kissed me. "Now, this won't be as bad if you co-operate with me," he murmured. I looked at him, slightly scared, as he sat himself down in his chair next to his desk, still holding me with my hands tied behind my back as I stood. "Miss Williams, please lie across my lap." I knew what he was going to do, and while my clit throbbed with excitement, I began to shake. "Please sir, I don't want to..." He looked at me angrily and I bite my already-swollen lip. "Lie across my lap." I slowly spread my slim body over his lap awkwardly, his cock still glistening from my saliva. He adjusted me carefully until I was draped over him, my ass up in the air. I was uncomfortable -- my arms were still tied and I couldn't hold myself up. I had no choice but to let my upper body fall forward, my hair cascading down over my eyes. "You're going to need to count to ten for me, Miss Williams," he said, trailing his fingers over my ass, sliding them down my crack. "You'd better do as I say or I'll use my belt." "Y-yes sir," I said, my pussy dripping wet. "Ready?" "Yes, sir." I wasn't really ready -- when he drew back his hand and brought it down on my ass, I jumped and shrieked a bit. It didn't hurt, but the sound of the smack was loud. "One," I whispered. "Louder, please." "One, sir," I repeated. He spanked me again. This time I really was ready and I said "Two" the second his hand touched my ass. His third slap was slightly harder, and I winced, even as I could feel my pussy getting wetter. On four, I felt his cock twitch beneath me and I moaned as his hand made a loud slap against my ass. "You like that, little slut?" he asked me. I nodded eagerly. He rubbed his hand on my ass lightly before slapping me again, and I moaned loudly. He stopped suddenly. "Miss Williams, what was that?" he asked. I was confused for a moment. "I moaned, sir," I said. "What number?" My mouth dropped open. "Umm... four, sir?" He spanked my ass hard and I cried out. "It was five, you little slut." He pushed me off his lap and I fell to the floor, hard. The side of my arm hit the floor and I sobbed, the awkward angle making it difficult for me to move as he stood up and towered over me. I was certain that if I had fallen just a little harder, I would have broken my arm, or hit my head, or something. I counted it as sheer luck that I hadn't. "I gave you one task, Miss Williams," he growled. I knew he was just playing now. He didn't look as dangerous as before when I had really angered him, and I knew he wouldn't really hurt me. But I was so caught up in the moment that the look in his eyes terrified me. "I'm sorry, sir," I stuttered. He shook his head. "This is why you are failing my class, Miss Williams, because you do not listen." He wrapped an arm around me easily and lifted me to my feet again, then lifted me on top of the desk. "Kneel," he ordered. I pulled my legs under me and knelt. Mr. Casey's desk was big, and I sat back on my legs, my arms resting on the small of my back as Mr. Casey picked up his belt. I whimpered and he looked at me. "This is what bad little sluts get," he said calmly. "Mr. Casey, please don't," I begged, shaking as he held the belt in his hands. There was something so sinister about him hitting me with a belt, and I started to panic. My heart was pounding and I could hardly breathe. "Really, for real, I'm scared, please, please don't..." He shook his head. "You'd have screamed if you were," he said. "Not that anyone would hear you. It's Friday, Miss Williams, everyone's left for the day." I sobbed, trembling as he walked around the desk and stood behind me. He placed a hand over my tied wrists, softly rubbing my skin. "I'll only do it once, Miss Williams," he said softly. "No!" I shrieked, my heart pounding as I imagined his belt against my ass. There was a difference between spanking me with his hand and spanking me with his belt and the idea of the pain he could cause was nearly enough to make me want to throw up. "I don't want it, please, you're sick, this isn't right, I shouldn't have let you..." He pushed me hard and I fell forward, my cheek hitting the desk hard. "That'll be two now, Miss Williams, any more protesting?" he asked harshly. He rubbed the cool leather of his belt along my ass, dragging it along my flushed skin. "Please..." I whimpered, though my voice had lost much of its power. He rubbed my ass with the palm of his hand. I slammed my eyes shut, tensing up, holding my breath. He hit me once, quickly, and I cried out. His hand was on the spot he hit in an instant, gently rubbing the area. It stung and when he hit me the second time, tears splashed onto the desk. Teachers Demand Respect I heard him drop the belt to the floor as his hand gently massaged my stinging flesh. "Good girl," he whispered, "that wasn't so bad, was it?" I considered it for a moment. It hurt badly, but I knew he had held back from hitting me with all his force. His hand still rubbed my skin, and while it hurt, I knew it could have been so much worse. The skin was probably red, but I doubted there would be much of a mark there later on. I slowly began to breathe again, unaware that I had even stopped. "No, sir," I gasped. "Good girl," he muttered. His hand reached under me, nudging my legs apart slightly, his fingers tracing along my slit and up to my ass, gently probing at my hole. His touch reminded me of how badly I needed to cum. "Mr. Casey?" I panted, still sniffling a bit. "Please, sir, I still need to cum..." He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me and pulled me off the desk. He let me go and my legs wobbled before I fell back slightly, ending leaning against the desk. "I want you to cum around my cock," he said. I glanced down at him. I knew he had enjoyed spanking me, but his cock was only semi-hard. I looked back up at him, and he almost blushed. "You're going to have to suck me." I smiled at him, resisting the urge to say anything rude in the hopes that he'd let me kneel on something softer this time. "Yes sir," I said. "But... do you think I could maybe kneel on something? Maybe my shirt..." He didn't say anything, just picked up my shirt and folded it on the floor in front of me. He straightened up and then wrapped his arms around me, helping me kneel softly on top of it before standing in front of me. My knees still ached a bit as I felt the hard floor beneath my shirt, but I ignored it as I dipped my head and took his half-hard cock in my mouth. He sighed as I started to suck his cock. I sucked gently on the head, working my tongue around him. It wasn't long until I felt his cock thickening, growing harder in my mouth. I continued to suck him as he hardened, until his cock was fully erect in my mouth. He let me lick his cock, and after awhile I pulled back and looked up at him. "Sir, are you going to fuck me?" I whispered. His head was tilted back, and he took his time looking down at me. "What was that?" he whispered, his hands trailing down to wind through my hair. He pulled a bit as he stared down at me. "I asked if you were going to fuck me, sir," I replied, trying not to whimper as he pulled. He tugged on my hair. "What do you want, slut?" he demanded. I cried out. "I want you to fuck me, sir!" I gasped. "Tell me how much," he ordered, still pulling. "So... much," I panted. "I want you to fuck me hard and make me cum... Please, please, Mr. Casey, I want you so bad, sir!" He let go of my hair and grabbed me, pulling me to my feet. He kissed me hard, his fingers digging into my upper arms, before turning me around and pushing me down so I was bent over his desk. He held me down as he moved behind me. My breasts were pressed hard against the wood and Mr. Casey had his hands on my hips. He was pressed close to me and I could feel him pressing against my tender ass. His hard cock slide against me and he adjusted himself so it was sliding against my slit. "Need to cum, little slut?" he said. "Yes, sir, please... so badly..." I gasped, trying to push myself against his cock. He pulled back and slammed his entire cock into my cunt in one thrust. I screamed as I felt him stretching my tight pussy out. He was thicker than any guy I'd been with before and he didn't give me time to adjust to him. I was so wet that he slide in easily, and I could hear him groan as he felt me around him. He pounded his cock in my pussy fast and hard, and I panted, pushing back against him. He pushed into me hard, pulling my hips back against him. I could feel his balls slapping against me. I built up quickly, and came hard only a few moments after he began to fuck me. I cried out loudly as I felt my pussy clench even tighter, cumming all around his cock. He groaned and I knew it was because I was clenched so tightly around him, but he kept his pace up and fucked me hard all through my orgasm. I panted as I finished, my shoulders slumping forward as he continued to pound me, though I could hardly move. He took his hands off my hips and slid them under my body, pulling me up a bit and cupping my breasts. He squeezed hard and I whimpered softly as he pushed into me. "Fuck, you're so tight," he whispered, his hands gripping my breasts. I panted as I cried out, having hardly recovered from my orgasm as I felt myself building up again. He reached around my waist, bracing me with one arm as he reached back and fumbled with the tie around my wrists. After a moment he pulled it loose and I was able to move my arms out. They were stiff from being tied and my wrists ached as blood rushed back into my hands. I reached in front of me and braced myself on the desk. It took a few moments for my arms to feel steady. I held myself up a bit as he put both hands on my hips. He thrust into me hard a few more times and then stopped, pulling out of me. "Mr. Casey?" I gasped as he moved away from me. He turned me around. "I want you on top," he said, sliding onto his desk. I grinned. Being on top was one of my favourite positions, and I knew I'd cum probably twice more just from that position. I crawled on top of the desk and straddled his lap as he lay back. Slowly, I lowered myself onto his hard cock, sighing as I felt him re-enter me. The desk was hard against my knees and hurt, but I ignored it as I started to rock against him, riding his cock hard. Mr. Casey reached up to cup my tits as I fucked his cock. He rubbed my nipples and my pace quickened a bit as I felt myself nearly ready to cum again. He reached down with one hand and pressed on my clit. With that, I came hard, feeling my juices squirting against him and moaning loudly. He groaned and thrust up into me, making me bounce even harder against him as I came. His thrusts prolonged my orgasm as I rode hard against him. "Faster," he panted as I came down, and I continued to rock against him. His cock pushed in and out of my cunt, now sopping wet, and his fingers rubbed furiously at my clit as he pinched my nipple. I could feel his cock so deep in my cunt, my tight walls around him, and I moaned. I was hardly over my last orgasm when I came close again. "Sir, I'm gonna cum again," I gasped. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum..." "Fuck... do it, milk my cock," he growled at me, thrusting into me at the same rhythm that he was rubbing my clit. "Come on, you little whore, cum for your teacher..." I did, hardest of all my orgasms that afternoon, and as I did I felt Mr. Casey shoot a second load into my cunt. He groaned, still thrusting as I felt myself tightening for a third time, my head tilted back as I nearly screamed. My head was swimming, and I couldn't see anything as my body stiffened. As I finished, I fell forward, my tits pressing against his chest and my head against his shoulder as I panted. I could feel his cum in my pussy, warm inside my cunt. He wrapped his arms around me, resting lightly on my ass. I could feel his breath against the side of my face before he turned his head slightly and kissed my cheek. I raised my head a bit and turned towards him. He kissed me again, softly on the lips, holding me against him. We stayed like that for a few moments, just softly kissing as our breathing returned to normal. He slowly traced his hands along the small of my back before gently lifting me off him. I moved off him and sat up on the desk, my legs dangling over the side as he stood up. He looked at me and I stared back. I didn't know what to say and I was sure he didn't either. He broke his gaze and reached down, pulling his pants back on and putting his belt back on. He dressed and then picked up my clothes, putting them next to me on the desk. I couldn't stand the tension. "So do I pass?" I asked softly. He glanced at me and I laughed nervously. "Just... just a joke..." I stuttered, glancing down quickly and blushing. I reached over to grab my bra. As I picked it up, he put his hand over mine. "Did I hurt you?" he suddenly asked. I looked back up at him. He was staring at me seriously, looking worried. I smiled at him. "Not really," I said. "I mean, nothing I can't handle." He reached up and touched my face, stroking my cheek. I winced a little, not realising that it was still swollen and tender. "I'm sorry," he whispered. I shrugged. "Really, Mr. Casey, it was worth it," I said. He still looked worried, so I smiled. "It wasn't like I didn't deserve it." He shook his head. "You're my student. I shouldn't have... I mean..." "I pushed you, you know," I said. "Didn't you enjoy it?" I asked as an afterthought, slightly worried. He laughed. "Of course," he said. "Then it was fine." I grinned. "I liked it too." He smiled a bit, though he was still frowning a bit, as if he were worried. I bit my lip, knowing it was probably because I had threatened to tell earlier. "I won't say anything, you know," I said, trying to reassure him. He looked up at me, finally smiling. I grinned at him. "So do I pass?" I asked again. He laughed, picking up my bra and slowly sliding it on me. He reached around me, hooking it for me. He then picked up my panties, sliding them up my legs. I slide off the desk and stood so he could pull them up the rest of the way for me. I let him dress me completely, and when he got to my blouse, he blushed. "I didn't mean to wreck your shirt," he said. There was a button missing right across my breasts, and another near the bottom. I laughed as he closed the other buttons. "You'll pass," he said, finally answering my question. "But I'll give you an 'A' if you agree to do this again." I grinned at him and collected my books. I knew I'd be back for more, and I'm sure he did too, but I didn't say anything about it. "Have a good weekend, Mr. Casey." I had Mr. Casey's class again that Monday. My face was still a bit swollen and there were bruises on my arms, hips, and knees, but I had hidden them fairly well. He walked in just as the bell rang and looked at me, sitting front and center, startled. I grinned at him. He looked flustered as he began the class, clearing his throat. "So, did everyone get this weekend's assignment done?" he began, as the chatter in the room began to stop. "Yes, sir," I answered, so everyone could hear me as I looked directly up at him. Mr. Casey flushed and looked around the room. I heard a ton of giggling from behind me as he turned to write on the board. I knew what my friends were whispering about -- what they didn't know is that while they were gossiping about the bulge in Mr. Casey's pants after class, I'd be staying behind to do something about it.