School Discipline Ch. 04

James was waiting in his car; the windows had steamed up. It was cold, nearing December, and so he had the engine running to keep him warm, as he rubbed his hands together. His nether regions, however, remained rather hot, as blood kept rushing towards them every time that James thought of how he was going to spend this weekend, well, weekend plus Friday night. There was a knock on his car window, he had to roll it down to see who was there. As he suspected, it was Melissa, she was wearing a big grey goat, with faux fur around the edge she had a large black bag with her, probably containing anything she wanted to bring with her. James peaked out of the window, looking down, Melissa's coat came to a halt just below her knees, where it was replaced by bare legs, she was still in her school uniform, just as James had asked.

"Put your bag in the boot, then come and sit in the front." James ordered, rolling the window back up to conserve heat.

"Yes sir," Melissa called back, as she moved towards the back of the car, then to its side. She got in, unzipping her coat a little, giving James a view of her blouse, the buttons were undone just enough to taunt him with a slight view of her breasts. They largely travelled in silence, Melissa too nervous to say anything, and James too pent up with excitement. They arrived at the holiday home around eleven, having already stopped off for food on the way. James had the key, it had been mailed to him a few days ago, they both approached the door carrying their bags, and entered. James locked the door and smiled to himself, snow had just started up, and they were alone, no one around for miles. There was no time to waste, James immediately switched a light on and sat himself in a chair, his cock already erect and straining his trousers. Melissa took off her coat and allowed him to ogle her body in the tight fitting schoolgirl's uniform.

"Come here," James demanded, patting his knee. Melissa obeyed, she bent herself over him, grinning as she felt his erection, she couldn't wait till it penetrated her. James too grinned, he flipped her skirt over and was greeted by her bare arse, just as he'd instructed Melissa was without underwear. James raised his hand and pause, he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, this was going to be the greatest moment of his life. He held still, one hand in the air, the other holding Melissa down as she anticipated the first blow. SMACK, James released his hand and let it fall onto Melissa's arse, and an almighty sound of skin hitting skin filled the empty room.

"You're such a naughty girl!" James said, as his hand caressed Melissa's arse, then raised itself and slapped it again.

"Such a dirty girl," James continued, Melissa cried out on each hit, feeling her snatch get wetter and wetter as her history teacher spanked her. "You need to be taught a lesson, you need to learn, you need to be disciplined!" James went on, as his caresses got shorter and his slaps got harder, starting to turn her pale skin into a deep red. Yet, James paused, unsure of quite how he should progress. He left his hand on Melissa, roaming her behind. His erection strained his trousers as he thought of what to do, then it came to him. He flipped her skirt back over and pushed Melissa off his knee, she complied, sliding onto her own knees on the floor. James then unzipped his trousers and brought out his cock, its head already glistening with pre-cum.

"Pleasure me." James ordered, and Melissa stared at him blankly. She knew that he was using her for his own sexual pleasure, but it had always seemed like a game before. Now, it seemed as though she was being abused by this man. However, fear overtook her new instinct, and she wrapped her delicate hand around James' shaft, and licked at his head, like a lollypop. Her lips slowly spread over the head, as more pre-cum seeped out, and into her mouth. Her hand pumped it softly, and although Melissa felt truly used, for the first time since he'd taken her in September, she loved it. She was nothing to him, just a dirty slut, but that is what she was, wasn't it? Her hand began to get pushed further and further down James's manhood, as Melissa's mouth slid further and further down it.

The whole experience was slow and deliberate, to James it almost seemed loving. No, not loving, erotic. For James too had noticed how his attitude had changed towards Melissa, he had learnt to like her company, even if it was only to justify defiling her time and time again, but now he felt empty. His hands settled in her long, cascading hair, which she had dyed, a deep black charcoal, contrasting expertly with her pale skin. He massaged her head, weaving his fingers among her hair, as Melissa hollowed out her mouth, and reduced James to a groaning wreck. The pleasure he was in was immense, the service he was receiving was an informed one, one which aimed to change reality to fantasy. Melissa knew this to, of course, all this time, all this attention, and she couldn't help it, she had fallen for her teacher, her teacher who, she had just now realized, had spent the past three and a half months abusing her. Yet, she didn't care.

James now gripped at Melissa's hair, as he discovered something within himself, as he thrust into his student's mouth. He used his grip to hold her head steady as he lifted himself up from his chair and into her mouth, filling it with himself, feeling her tongue roam over his mass of warm flesh. James felt his heart pang with guilt, he had used this girl for his own desires, and now, she loved him, and he loved her. Yes, that was it, she may be his play thing, his toy, his slave, but he loved her, he only liked abusing her because she seemed to enjoy being abused. However, James felt the guilt well inside of him, at the pit of his stomach, as she only liked being abused because he had abused her.

Yet, desire still filled him also, as he allowed one of his hands to drop to the buttons on Melissa's blouse, as he undid the top three, and opened the blouse up. His hand then slid inside as he groped at her, and lust filled him once more, as she had not worn anything underneath on his instruction. She was his. That was what this feeling was, not love, but ownership. James gripped at Melissa by her hair, and also at her breast, grabbing both in a tight squeeze. Melissa could tell what was coming, and the thought of it alone, combined with James' groping of her breasts, almost sent her over the edge. As James got faster and faster with his thrusts Melissa moaned, a moan coming from deep within her, as her hands grabbed at James' hand, imprisoning it to her hair, and her back arched. The feeling of sheer lust was all James had needed to send him over the edge, his arm extended with Melissa, as she arched back, but his cock remained still, until Melissa was lent so far back that its head only just brushed her lips. Then it pulsed, sperm shot from it and splashed over Melissa's lips, James released her and she released him. Her face fell towards the floor as James' cum streaked across her pale skin, darting into her hair to highlight its trajectory. It went on until James was left dry, his cock spurting its last as they fell short of Melissa's face and fell between her open blouse.

James fell back onto his chair, panting. That had taken a lot out of him. He looked down at Melissa, who was also panting. Her skin was stained with his seed, as it slowly settled in one place, after bits of it dripped down her face.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." James said, standing, and putting his now limp cock away. Melissa followed him to the bathroom, and sat where James gestured. He pulled out some tissues, and slowly wiped them across Melissa's effected skin, removing his mark. There was something uniquely intimate about it, James had never helped Melissa with the clean up before, that had always been left to her. The act made Melissa feel as though maybe James really did care for her, and she couldn't help but shed a tear.

"Don't cry," James said, as the tissues moved from her chest towards her face, wiping tears away as well as cum. Melissa tried her best, but couldn't help but weep silently. When her face was done James moved her over to the bath, and had her lean over it. He grabbed the shower head, and used it to clean her skin, and push the semen out of her dark, dark hair. When he was done, he led her back to the chair, and dried her with a towel, her blouse remained damp and slightly soaked, but he did up the buttons and left it on anyway, he liked the look. Then, he leaned close to Melissa and said, "I can't stand to see you cry." Melissa stopped crying

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James left her alone, and moved to prepare their dinner. Melissa remained in the bathroom, stunned. James' last comment had helped her much more than the brief clean, it had warmed her, made her feel wanted. She had craved that feeling, it was what was so electrifying about being with him, that feeling, the power that lust has over a man's desires. It made her desperate for his touch.

"Dinner's ready!" James called, and Melissa suddenly became aware of the smell that had wafted upstairs, food. She was still a bit stunned and so splashed herself with some cold water, turning her blouse into a near transparent state. She slowly descended towards the small kitchen diner, where a spag bowl was waiting for her. James turned and Melissa blushed incessantly, knowing what she must look like. However, James felt a lump in his throat, to him she looked more beautiful than she ever had before. Her hair clung to her face and neck, gathering around the top of her blouse, her skin held a sheen of fresh water, which seemed to shield the delicate purity of it. Whilst her blouse had turned into a vale of fabric, displaying her figure, but hiding the all the details, except her hardened nipples.

They both sat and ate in relative silence, Melissa too embarrassed to speak, her face having turned a deep red long ago, and James too dumbstruck. The silence was only ever broken by the contact of cutlery, and the occasionally loud gulp of one of the two. A new calm overcame them both though, and they soon moved their eyes up from their food, and towards each other. When they had both finished, James collected the bowls and put them in the sink. Melissa went upstairs, and James followed silently.

She found the bedroom, the only bedroom, and had her back to the door. James stayed just outside, with the door slightly ajar, he felt so strange, and couldn't force himself inside. Melissa slowly undid her soaked blouse, and removed it, leaving James with a view of her bare back. Then Melissa removed her skirt, unzipping it and revealing her arse, which still held red marks from their earlier activities. She could feel James' eyes on her, but wanted him, no, needed him to make the first move. So she stood there, shivering lightly, as water dripped from her hair down her body. Soon enough though, James found his courage and his desire, and stepped inside, and quietly removed his clothes.

He approached Melissa and put his hand on her shoulder, which in itself almost caused her to melt into him. He rubbed his lips across her neck and shoulder, Melissa closed her eyes and released a simple sigh, as she felt his erection brushing her behind. James turned her around, so she faced him, her beautiful face. He moved them both towards the bed and laid her down, then her bunched himself up at her feet. He bent down, and kissed at her ankles, and tasted them. James continued in a similar fashion, as he moved up her body, kissing and licking it. He avoided her snatch, but enjoyed its fragrance, as Melissa's arousal began to flourish. He then took huge care across her abdomen, which remained wet, kissing and licking her dry, as he collected all the small droplets of water that had collected across her delicately pale skin. He moved higher, kissing, and then groping, at her breasts, and giving both nipples a soft bite. James moved higher still, and his teeth became more and more involved as he travelled up the expanse of her neck until her reached her lips. He paused, his erection bobbing in the air, scraping small streaks of pre-cum onto Melissa's stomach. The pair waited for the other to make a move, as James moved his hands to hold the girl down at her shoulders. She struggled against him, and was able to press her rosy lips to James'. They were soft and youthful, full of life, and they invigorated James. He pushed as far as he could with the kiss, using it to keep Melissa pinned down, as he hands left her shoulders to roam across her young supple body.

His left hand settled at Melissa's breast, James caressed it, and taunted the erect nipple which lay at its peak. Whilst his other hand travelled far further south, to her snatch, which had soaked itself in anticipation for the incoming event. His fingers probed at it, pushing themselves inside and curling to leave Melissa writhing in ecstasy, as James himself descended, his teeth grazing his lover's skin, until he reached her neglected breast, and used his mouth to pleasure it. Melissa arched her back and twisted her shapely body in response to all of James' ministrations. Her hair remained full of water, and clung to Melissa's skin, giving James an excuse to occasionally leave her breasts and kiss at her newly wetted skin.

However, James couldn't allow things to continue in such a way, and moved his hands to Melissa's wrists, pinning them above her head. He rose above her, his erection dangling over her snatch, just millimetres from one another. Melissa smiled, a sweet delicate smile that filled James with joy, but when he lowered himself a new lust filled both of them. The contact of both of their sexes led to a deep desire filling both of their eyes. James leant down, kissing Melissa passionately, and moved his cock completely in line with Melissa's snatch. They both paused, as James moved down to Melissa's neck, but a thought occurred to her, would the intimacy of the evening ever return between them, she suddenly didn't want the moment to end.

"Stop," She croaked, as she felt James raise himself, readying for the grand thrust, "Don't, let's just go to sleep." Melissa called.

"What?" James asked confused, frozen above her.

"We don't have to; can't we just keep doing things gently?" She begged, feeling the anger that was radiating off of James. Calling out had been a mistake, she knew that now, whatever they did, it was going to hurt, but James looked at Melissa, and she saw a fury in his eyes that she had never seen before.

"Tough," He said, thrusting his entirety into her, causing Melissa to cry out in pain, at the sudden shock of it. James pushed himself completely against her, leaving him completely sheathed within her. He used his body to hold her down, her breasts flattened against his chest, and her wrists still pinned above her head, and moved his lips to her ear.

"You. Are. Mine!" He whispered, as he remained where he was, allowing her to grow used to his presence.

"Yes sir," Melissa croaked in response and James chuckled.

"Filthy slut," he replied, as he lifted himself up, and began to thrust himself into her, as far as he could reach, before withdrawing. He kept Melissa's wrists pinned down, and moved his raised his head to look at her, she was still beautiful, despite making him angry. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she began to weep. Melissa had felt as though they were about to start something uniquely intimate, a new beginning. Despite her misunderstandings, her tears were not necessarily ones of sadness, as James thrust, he moved himself to maximize the pleasure that he would give her, and he would occasionally spout out a comment on her beauty. Melissa knew, in her heart, that things would not change, James was using her for sex, and she was using him for sex.

Meanwhile, James had lowered his head to bite at the base of her neck, his fury had left him desperate to reach an end to this, but Melissa's previous success was making it hard, he finding it impossible to reach a point in which he knew that he could drill himself into a climax, so just kept going. As his thrusts got harsher, Melissa cried out more, her back arched, and her eyes screwed themselves shut, as her mouth hung open, allowing a torrent of moans to be released. It wasn't long before she was brought to one of her longest climaxes, with James thrusting himself all the way through it, biting down on her so hard she thought that she might break. He released her from his jaws when she had finished, still pumping away at her like a maniac. He admired the reddish-purple bite mark that had been left on her creamy white skin, but still found himself no nearer to climaxing himself.

"Keep your cunt tightened! You dirty slut!" He ordered, and Melissa found the words invigorating, bring her back from exhaustion. She wrapped her legs around James, and did her best to control her snatch, keeping it as tight as possible. It had become clear to her that James was desperate to climax, and did her best to please him, it was her job after all.

"That's it, you filthy whore, keep it nice and tight." James continued, hoping that his words would elicit more than deep moans from his schoolgirl, he was soon made successful.

"Yes sir, fuck me harder sir!" Melissa begged, as she bought into the dirty talk.

"Do you like being fucked like a whore?" James asked, desperate for the stimulus to bring him over the edge.

"Yes sir, I love it! I love the feeling of your cock in my dirty cunt, fill me sir, fill me with your seed!" Melissa replied, as she tightened the grip both her legs and her snatch had on him, reaching her second orgasm.

"Who owns you slut? Tell me, who fucking owns you?" James demanded, he could feel it now, he was so close, he just needed one more little push over the edge.

"You do sir; you own my young slutty body!" Melissa screamed, still in the throes of her own orgasm. It was the last thing that James needed, he forced himself in deeper than he'd ever been before, and released himself, plastering Melissa's womb with his semen.

James fell on top of her, both of them exhausted and panting. Melissa's hair was still wet, but now due to sweat, the same sweat which coated her in a thin sheen across her body. When James recovered enough he rolled off of her, and moved around the house, switching off all the lights. Melissa slid herself underneath the covers, and waited. When James returned, he joined her, laying on his side. His hand settled on her neck, and squeezed, cutting off the air supply.

"I fucking own you, you cunt." He said, with such sincerity that it made Melissa whimper. It was the last piece of anger released, and Melissa knew it. The two then lay there, in total silence, until they fell into a blissful sleep.