I was well into the semester teaching High School Seniors - soft pore-less faces masking raging hormones & peaked curiosity - some less inhibited than others.
Jill had been rebelious & acted out since day one, almost begging for my firm hand. Always willing to accept her punishment, she pushed every boundary.
It was warm, the school year almost over & I was eager to get the morning lesson over with. I perched on the corner of my desk & began our discussion. Although Jill was squirming in her seat a raised brow was all the effort required to subdue her, yet I decided to indulge & exploit the little bitch anyway.
I called her to the head of the class-room. Nervous & stuttering, she offered up excuses, but before she could compose herself, I clapped my palm against her blushing cheek & stripped the uniform from her body, almost losing composure with laughter at the humiliation pasted across her face myself. "Please don't let them look at me."
With a fist full of her hair I twisted her to face the class. Her eyes fell to the floor but I noticed them wandering between my french manicured toes & up the length of my curvasious stockinged leg. "Why don't you get on your knees & get a better view!" "What? Uumm..No , I mean I wasn't uummm." "Shut up! On your knees!" I shoved her pretty little face to the floor & with my ruler tilted her head to get a better view of her warm pink tongue lapping at my spiked heel. "That's right, suck it, piglet!", as her hungry mouth devoured every inch - spittle glistning at the corners of her mouth, as she longed for the perfume of my feet, the fair flesh of my toes. I was less than suprized at how eager she seemed to please me, putting her embarresment aside. I placed my foot on her forehead & with a swift motion, knocked her onto her plump bottom, that would soon be warm & red with stripes from my ruler and ran my bare foot down the legnth of her body pausing at all her warm spots - plunging my toes deep down her throat, reveling in the sound of her gag with every 5th thrust or so! Watching the drool run down her cheek & puddle on the flloor, I placed my foot on the back of her head and laughed as she lapped it up. A length of rope was removed from my desk & used to bind her wrists to ankles - knees to a 70 degree angle & displayed atop my desk.
Tears welled in her eyes as she almost begged to be disciplined. |
