Teacher's Punishment Pt. 02

Eventually she remembered what she had meant to say before she had been interrupted by his correction.There were several reasons for why she wanted to tell him why she'd been the last of her friends to leave the locker room, but the main reason was because it might make it happen for real.

"Sir, I was thinking about you earlier, when I was in the shower. About you pushing me up against the wall like this in there. About, about you taking me there... That's why I was the last to leave..." she said.

The act of telling him brought back more of the arousal she had felt in the showers, but there was something else too, something different. Mentioning, admitting, the fact that she had been thinking of him, of this, did something.

She couldn't quite place why or how yet, it skirted away from her grasp or slipped through her fingers when she almost had it lined up. It still had an effect though, regardless of if she fully understood it or not.

"That's a good girl, preparing for her 'punishment' in advance." he said, almost as a growl.

His hand under her shirt stopped and came down to her pants, to her excitement undoing her buttons one by one. As the final one was undone his other hand left her pussy and, having stepped back from her a step, he pulled her pants down to her ankles.

With their bodies no longer in such direct contact she turned her face from the wall so she'd see what he was doing. She assumed he was going to undo his pants as well, get his dick out and proceed to fuck her. Rough and hard, her pinned between him and the wall, violent thrusts forcing her to brace herself hard lest she'd buckle under the strain.

Just like in her shower fantasy.

She put her cheek against the, for now, cold wall tile and shuffled her feet back slightly, making herself more horizontal and presenting her pussy more directly to him. The excitement she felt in her was hard to restrain, heavy breathing loudly betraying her lust.

She wished she could see his dick or even taste it, remembering how she had been impressed with and enjoyed it when she had been pinned under his desk during that first 'punishment'. Then again, feeling it inside of her would be even better.

The sound of his pants being undone was conspicuously absent, she realised, and she strained to see better behind her. Her eye caught some movement, it was hard to notice details from the corner of her eye like this, but he looked to be kneeling or crouched behind her.

His tongue drew along her pussy's length once, front to back, before his hands grasped onto her butt and his tongue's motion repeated. Fingers dug into her skin, hands gripping her cheeks like some ball as they got spread apart, the occasional finger rubbing and scratching idly.

The initial passes of his tongue were quite shallow inside her pussy's lips but they delved deeper and deeper, the occasional pass interchanged with a stabbing twirl towards its opening.

His tongue had been joined by the tip of his nose too, first only a gracing connection when the tongue was at its start position on her clit but it too delved deeper with each pass.

Eventually his tongue and nose split in their efforts, his tongue flicking lazily on her clit and his nose twirling gently against her pussy.

This was a bit of a new experience for her, both the position in which she was licked in and from as well as the deliberate inclusion of the nose.

She had always been lying down on her back when receiving oral before, and a nose's contribution had always seemed accidental and quickly withdrawn. It wasn't bad though, she liked it.

In a way it was like when a finger joined the tongue during oral, but of a different size, shape and less dextrous. Also without sacrificing a hand from whatever else could be done with it.

Hungrily wanting more pleasure she tried to push herself back onto him, wanting him more and deeper. His fingers dug into the skin of her cheeks to hold her butt and her in place however, not letting her take control.

Still, she got something like what she wanted when his pace and treatment of her went wilder. Lazy flicks of her clit with his tongue turning frenetic and his nose seeming close to even go inside of her sometimes.

She had initially been disappointed by it being his tongue and not his dick that he had started to use.

First off, she had really looked forward to feeling his size push her open and force her to stretch around him. That had been one of her favourite parts of her first 'punishment' in his office, seeing and feeling his size and how it added to the subsequent treatment of her.

She had been a bit impatient about getting to that part and this, even if nice, was a delay.

Secondly, at first this hadn't really seemed 'on brand' for him. Her previous experiences with receiving oral sex had ranged from timid to at most mildly passionate, not indicative of what she had come to expect from him.

But the way he wasn't just licking her, but wildly devouring her whilst forcefully holding her in place changed that assessment. It was 'on brand', she felt like she now didn't just know but understood the meaning of getting eaten out.

The steady stream of pleasure up her spine stopped as he disentagled himself with her and stood up behind her, finalised by a solid spank landing on her butt with a sharp noise.

"Damn, I had meant to just have a quick taste and give a small reward for having been such a good girl, but..." he said, trailing off.

He stepped in towards her, his pantsed groin making contact with her naked one. His hands were undoing his pants, she could both hear and feel it going on behind her.

Her body felt close to a boil, god how she wanted this, how she NEEDED this. She had tried to calm the fire he had started in her last week by herself, at home in her room with her toys, but it hadn't really worked.

At least not as well as what he had served up last week, the real deal, what she was almost exploding in anticipation about now receiving.

His dick came free from his pants and underwear, immediately pressing up against her butt, base nestled between her cheeks as his hands settled on her hips. Its size, heat and hardness were apparent against her skin as she pushed herself back against him, knowing it wouldn't go in but just wanting to feel it, to feel him.

He pulled back, just enough so that he could angle his dick downward, dragging against her butt before it emerged underneath her. The distance which she could feel that it was in contact with her body was a very nice reminder of his size.

"Ready to get that fine, tight pussy of yours stuffed, stretched, and thoroughly fucked?" he asked, punctuating his final word with a firm slap on her ass and subsequent rough grope.

"Yes, yes!" she exclaimed, actually wanting to reply more elaborately but finding her mind too clouded by lust to think straight enough. She really, really wanted this.

"Good, I've been looking forward to doing this again." he said as he lined his dick up with her and pushed in.

She gasped loudly and tensed up, as much from the sudden peak of arousal as initial discomfort from his entry. Despite how wet, willing and prepared she was it was an adjustment, stretching out to match him.

God how she loved that.

She also noticed that her eyes had fluttered and rolled just a tiny bit with the insertion, feeling both intrigued and silly at having done so. Amazed, she realised she was probably quite close to cumming already. All she'd need was one good push over the edge.

"Girl, I can tell you're close, but you're not allowed to cum just yet. I'll hurry it along on my end, and will let you know when you may." he said as he started thrusting into her, slow but hard and deep to a steady rhythm.

That might be hard, not cumming, she realised.

She had no intention of letting her arousal smoulder down and cool off. It felt too good, too right, for her to want to. Even if she had wanted to she didn't know how she possibly could with what was going on.

His large cock forcing her apart with each thrust, pushing in to near agonising depths and sending wild lightning shooting throughout her body. Primal lust and heat was overtaking her, had been overtaking her for some time already, yet she would try.

Because he had told her to.

She was very happy that she had gotten on the pill since last time. It had not stopped either of them then from doing what they did then, and she didn't regret letting him fuck her raw or cumming in her at all. But still, she was happy she was on it, one less thing to worry about.

She realised he might want to know that. Maybe he had been a bit worried about it after last time, as she had. Maybe it would put her in a good light, aiding with her 'punishments' in such a manner. It had done with the fantasy she had told him about.

"Sir, sir, I'm on, I'm on the pill, you can cum in me, if you want, when you want, sir." she said, words rushing out in between thrusts.

A loud *SMACK* rang out on her butt, hand remaining afterwards and grabbing possessively, as he sped up his tempo.

"Such a good girl, such a good little slut." he said, apparently not caring that his words and actions were threatening to push her over the very edge he had told her not to go over.

It really was a struggle, her mind drunk on pleasure and body screaming at her for the release of the orgasm feeling just a hair's width away. Teetering on the edge she held her breath, desperately trying to hold it in, losing focus of everything except the struggle not to cum.

She managed to pull off from the precipice, still dangerously close but no longer at risk of falling over accidentally at any moment. Proud of having managed that feat, grabbing and holding onto that ledge, yet knowing full well she would not manage it a second time.

"Yes sir, I'm your slut. Please let me cum, please, please, I can barely take it anymore!" she said, much too loudly, not able to keep it down.

She shouldn't have said that, not because it wasn't true. Clearly it was true, she was a slut, for him, his slut. Under different circumstances she might have argued that with herself but not now, now she revelled in it, and that was the problem.

By having admitted and vocalised that fact she had pushed herself right back to the edge of the cliff. Again she was teetering on that edge, and this time there was no way she wasn't falling over it.

"Cum, cum for me!" he said, also probably too loudly, and spanked her cheeks hard once and twice before fucking her even faster.

Her floodgates opened, spilled over, burst, with the first spank.

The vision in front of her filled with stars, rapidly appearing and disappearing, as her body trembled in ecstasy. Her legs felt weak, ready to buckle at any moment but never doing so, breath ragged and desperate.

She felt her pussy clamp around his big dick hard, very hard, feeling like it was trying to crush it. His thrusts were still rough and deep but only pulled back a very short distance in between them, hands and arms firmly on her to keep her standing and him inside her.

Her orgasm lingered long, or at least it felt long as the high of endorphins and emotions were warping her internal clock and she only had his thrusts for sensation to go by.

Coming out of the more intense part of it she regained some clarity, some capacity for controlled action, feeling elated at being so fully spent and sated. Or, almost fully sated.

"Cum in me, fill me up, fill your little slut up!" she said to him, wanting to satisfy that final part needing to be sated.

A few thrusts later he inhaled sharply, followed by a deep exhale whilst fully hilting his large dick in her as deep as it would go. His fingers dug into her skin, one on her hips and one on her shoulders from having held her during her orgasm, as he unloaded inside her.

She imagined she could feel his cock twitching in her as he came before it was rapidly drowned by the volume of cum he was filling her with, its warmth adding to her feeling of satisfaction.

They were both breathing heavily now, still joined together, enjoying their respective orgasm and afterglow together. Did it get any better than this?

She really was becoming a slut, his slut, if not one already.

Slowing herself down in the locker room to allow for a probably very improbable chance encounter afterwards. Fantasising about him in the shower. Happily letting him lead her into an empty room. Excitedly letting him bend her over to finger, lick and fuck her. Actually calling herself his slut and asking him to fill her up with cum.

She definitely was one, for him, and she absolutely loved it.

He pulled out of her, her pussy gradually closing in his wake. She moved one of her hands to it, blocking with her fingers in case it would push out any cum that could drop onto her panties and pants below.

Also because she wanted to keep it inside her as best she could, it was something special from him to her and she wanted to hold onto it, she thought as she stood upright.

Turning around she saw him gather some paper tissues from by the sink before coming back, handing her some of them. They both cleaned themselves up quickly, got redressed and threw the stained paper in the trash.

He was looking at the door, seeming in thought, for a while before turning to her.

"We should probably go out one at a time, in case someone is out there. Might cause questions or assumptions we don't want otherwise." he said.

"Yeah, probably good, in case." she replied, nodding once.

"Probably best if I go first, some of my friends might be out there waiting for the rest. Would be rather pointless going one at a time if they put two and two together." he said, and she nodded in reply, it made sense.

"I'll close the door properly if they are out there, hang in here a minute or two if so, I'll distract or lead them away. Otherwise you can probably go after ten seconds." he said.

"Ok, sounds good." she replied.

She didn't want to get found out either, both for having been with her teacher and for having been two in here in general. People would probably assume they had done something like what they actually had, and being found out might be a bit embarrassing, even if they didn't know their relationship to one another.

Still, part of her wished he insisted on them going out together, proudly showing her off instead of hiding her away.

He went over to her, rather than heading straight out, and put a hand on her butt. Looking her in the eye he rubbed and squeezed her butt briefly before giving it a light slap.

"You are taking your 'punishments' well, like such a good girl." he said, smiling in that way which made her knees weak and made her wish they were doing everything they just had all over again.

"Looking forward to the next one." he added, his eyes flicking down from her eyes a bit and pausing before he turned and left, heading out the door.

For a second it was only almost closed, a slight gap letting light in from the hallway, but then it fully closed. Ok, she would have to wait a bit then.

She went over to the sink to wash her hands and have a quick look in the mirror, she'd have to do something to pass the time or look natural in case someone would come in. Adjusting the hair slightly, it looked a bit ruffled, she considered what his eyes had flicked to there at the end.

Her boobs seemed unlikely, no cleavage or anything interesting showing with this shirt. Maybe her pussy, thinking about what they had just done, but it hadn't seemed like he was looking that far down.

What seemed most likely to her was that he had been looking at her lips for a moment. Had he considered kissing her?

They had kissed, made out, briefly last time she had been 'punished', so there was some precedent for it. Well, she had instinctively initiated it when blind with lust from his fucking of her but he had participated and hadn't broken it off.

But this and that would have been very different, and not really like the other things they had been doing or generally very fitting with how they were acting to one another.

Then again, their relationship with one another had changed rather drastically those nine days ago, who's to say it might not alter just slightly now or in the future?

He already told her things like 'good girl' to her as a compliment, an encouragement, something somewhat affectionate. Would a kiss really be that different from that? Especially after the kind of thing they had just done?

Her thoughts were interrupted from going further when she thought she felt a bit of cum escape her pussy onto her panties. She'd soon lose the opportunity to check and deal with it, it might be inconvenient if it happened on her trip home, so she glanced at the door before putting her hand inside her pants to get a finger to feel.

The finger returned with a bit of cum sticking to it. Not that much, definitely new from after she had cleaned up earlier.

Reflexively she moved to swipe it away on a piece of paper before she froze, thinking and glancing at the door again. She hadn't gotten to taste his yet, neither this time nor the first. Although she thought it a bit weird, and in a way yucky, her curiosity won out in the end, she wanted to taste him.

Putting the finger in her mouth she gathered it up with her tongue, absently rinsing and wiping her finger clean meanwhile. It didn't really taste different from what others' she had tasted before.

Maybe slightly? She wasn't sure, she wasn't some expert on this.

But knowing it was his, and that it had been inside of her, somehow made it feel erotic, made her enjoy it for some reason.

She also couldn't wait for the next one, her next 'punishment', there was so much yet to do and learn. Her trip home would be fun, time alone to imagine, maybe she could even sneak a second taste...

(Hi there, hopefully you enjoyed the story somewhat as you came this far. If you have a moment, I'd love some feedback on what you thought was good or bad. Thank you.)