White Rose 3

"And then Daddy fucked me in my ass. It hurt at first, but then it felt really good," whispered Tara excitedly into the ear of her friend.

"Ooo, when can I sleep over?" asked Emma enthusiastically, her blue eyes wide.

"Maybe this weekend, my Mom's out on business."

The two young girls giggled as Mrs. Hawthorne stalked up behind them.

"This library is for studying, not for gossiping!" snapped the old woman.

"We're sorry," apologized Emma immediately. "We were just leaving."

"This isn't the first time you've broken my silence rule," observed Mrs. Hawthorne, glaring particularly at Tara, who returned the old woman's gaze with a cool one of her own.

"You may go to your next class, Miss Emma. Your friend will have to stay here just a moment longer."

"Yes, ma'am!" said Emma quickly, giving Tara an apologetic smile before rushing from the library.

"Now what could be so important that you had to speak in my library? What were you two talking about?"

"Sex."

"What?" sputtered Mrs. Hawthorne, her grey eyes bulging in disbelief. "At your age?"

"I've already had sex several times, it's fun!" grinned Tara.

"You..you little harlot! We'll just see about this!" exclaimed Mrs. Hawthorne while she marched over to the library doors and bolted them shut.

"Um, I've got class in a few minutes," said Tara, collecting her text books and slowly walking towards the exit.

"Your class can wait, you obviously need to be taught some discipline," replied Mrs. Hawthorne, grasping Tara's right arm tightly and dragging her back towards one of the study tables.

"You're hurting me!" protested Tara, struggling to break free from the tall old woman.

"Pain will teach you self-control," retorted the librarian, pushing Tara against the edge of a table and bending her forward till her belly rested on the tabletop.

"What are you doing?!" shouted Tara as Mrs. Hawthorne raised up the girl's plaid skirt and yanked down her white panties.

"Be silent!" hissed Mrs. Hawthorne just before she smacked Tara's bare ass with the flat side of a long ruler. Tara yelped with pain, her buttocks thrust towards the librarian, who slapped her ruler again and again over Tara's white skin. Tara's ass throbbed, the flesh turned an angry red after repeated slaps from Mrs. Hawthorne's ruler. Despite the pain and humiliation, Tara found herself strangely aroused by a stranger spanking her exposed ass. As the librarian cracked her rod one more time over her buttocks, Tara's pussy quivered and released a small trickle of honey.

"What! What's this?" gasped Mrs. Hawthorne in surprise. She bent down, prying open Tara's buttocks, discovering the glistening trail flowing down the girl's legs.

"You slut! You little whore!" snarled Mrs. Hawthorne. She spun Tara to face her, her face florid with indignant rage. The old woman tore open Tara's blouse, exposing her white lace bra.

"Do you like this? Do you like being treated like a whore?" shouted Mrs. Hawthorne, grabbing Tara's small left breast and squeezing it painfully.

"N..no, no, ma'am!" replied Tara, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears.

Mrs. Hawthorne seized Tara's face in her right hand, squeezing the girl's cheeks, then slapped her across the face with her left palm. Tara fell to the cold floor, rubbing her cheek, crying uncontrollably. The librarian raised Tara's head up by the hair, slapping her again hard, making Tara stretch out limply on the floor.

"Slut," spat Mrs. Hawthorne, removing her belt and grabbing Tara's boneless wrists. The old woman bound Tara's hands together, then carried her to one of the tables and dropped her belly first onto one of them. Mrs. Hawthorne knocked Tara's legs apart, then rammed the tip of her long ruler into Tara's pussy.

"How do you like this, whore? Does it feel good?" mocked the librarian while she thrust the ruler in and out of Tara's tender cunt. Tara moaned weakly, her arms resting against her back as her hips jerked in time to the old woman's stabs. Despite her burning face and abused cunt, Tara's vagina trembled with arousal. More juices flowed from the girl's slit, bathing her inner thighs and filling the entire room with the strong stench of female musk. Mrs. Hawthorne gaped in amazement, unable to comprehend how all her abuse could excite such a girl. The old woman slapped Tara's left buttock, so firm, so smooth. Mrs. Hawthorne grasped a handful of Tara's thick brown hair, yanking the girl's head up, making her groan loudly with pain. The librarian slowed the motion of the ruler, let it slide back and forth within Tara's pussy, its length dripping with Tara's cum.

Almost without thinking, Mrs. Hawthorne removed her ruler and knelt behind the bent over young girl. She pried Tara's ass cheeks apart, inhaling the girl's rich scent. She tentatively leaned forward, pressing her face into Tara's crack, rubbing her lips over the girl's engorged labia.

"Mrs. Hawthorne," panted Tara, her pussy growing hot as the librarian gently licked her cunt.

"Tastes sweet," whispered Mrs. Hawthorne to herself, licking Tara's pussy again, from bottom to top. Tara shivered, biting her lower lip while the old woman nibbled on her clit, licked the knob until Tara orgasmed with a sharp gasp. Mrs. Hawthorne drank all of Tara's spurting honey, nuzzling her whole face inside the short girl's taut ass. The old woman sat in a chair, grasping Tara and gently setting the girl on her lap.

"Mrs. Hawthorne," panted Tara, her whole body flushed as the librarian fondled her little tits through her bra.

"Shut up, little whore," growled the old woman, massaging Tara's right breast while her other hand lowered to the young girl's moist cunt. Mrs. Hawthorne rubbed her fingers up and down Tara's slit, making it become warm again. Tara moaned, her crotch on fire with the old woman's fingers dipping into her sex, exploring her sticky vagina.

"Feels..good," groaned Tara, closing her eyes, giving herself to the sensual ecstasy overcoming her senses. Mrs. Hawthorne licked Tara's neck and left shoulder, sliding her bra strap off of her arm, kissing the hot, creamy flesh under the girl's white blouse. The old woman rubbed Tara's right nipple between two long fingers, pinching it until it was erect with excitement. The wrinkled fingers continued their work in Tara's small cunt, widening the glistening pink hole of her pussy, tickling the walls of her vagina until fresh squirts of juice escaped from her cunt. Mrs. Hawthorne brought her cum stained fingers to Tara's lips, watching with obscene pleasure as the young girl licked her own juices from the long fingers. Turning Tara's face to meet hers, Mrs. Hawthorne kissed Tara roughly on the mouth, sucking on the flushed girl's sweet lips, savoring the flavor of the child's warm honey.

"You better go to class," advised Mrs. Hawthorne, setting the unbound, dazed girl on her feet, leaving her alone to straighten her disheveled clothing. Tara pulled up her panties and smoothed down her plaid skirt, then restored her bra into place before buttoning up her blouse. Running a hand through her sweaty brown hair, Tara reached out to grab her discarded books before walking towards the library exit. Mrs. Hawthorne held the door open for Tara, her round glasses off center, her tight grey hair frayed near her temples. The old woman watched Tara leave, caressing the girl's departing ass just as she passed through the doorway.

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