Extra-Curricular

Part 2

 

Right, here goes 2000 words? No 3000 words. Ok... Except it is not ok, 3000 words is a lot, more than four sides typed. And I sit at the computer staring at the blank page knowing that I am never going to be able to write him an essay 3000 words long on why I shouldn’t’t have come.  I write the title and click on the word count. Why a good slave doesn’t come without permission. Ten words. Bloody hell. So I start.

 

“The statement why a good slave must not come without permission is a statement and not really a question. Were I going to write an effective essay I would use the question “A good Slave does not come without permission” Discuss.”

 

A good start, I felt the need to enrage him a little; make him laugh at my insolence; make him want to punish me. Already I was intoxicated by the relationship. My teacher had spanked me and then he had given me an orgasm. The thought made me shiver. I tried everything to finish the essay but all I could think of in response was that a slave must not come without their master’s permission because they have given themselves up to their master and therefore have no choice but to obey turning it into 3000 words was impossible. In the end I pushed it to 1000 and then gave up finishing with the line. “A master can sometimes let the misdemeanour of coming without permission go unpunished.” I was torn between hoping this would be the case and desperately yearning for the excitement of a good spanking.

 

Once again in his lessons I found myself completely ignored. I might as well have been a piece of the furniture. My hand rose for every question but he all he gave me was sharp looks. His deep chocolate eyes burning, as though he was deeply offended by my presence. Eventually I grew sick of it. For the third time that lesson I was the only one who had a response to his question. He was about to pick on someone else, when I spoke loudly.

 

“Mr Harding, I have had my hand up all lesson and I have a response to your question.”

“Thank you Lily, but I think I will give someone more polite the opportunity to respond.” He said in curt tones. The class was watching on in a calm, bored fashion. I was flushing with anger.

“I think that in the Lamb, Blake contradicts himself considerably. He says we should be meek and mild and at the same time he was a revolutionary.”

“Go and stand in the corner.”

 

What? Did he mean that, was he really sending me to stand in the corner. Just for answering his question. The Class were roused once again. Somehow English is more interesting the second I begin to be humiliated. I looked at him opened mouth still in the middle of my analysis.

 

“W..wh..”

 

“Get in that corner right now.” Mr Harding was speaking so softly and calmly it made me quiver. “I won’t ask you again.”

I climbed up out of my chair and began to shuffle over to the corner at the back of the room. My face was rapidly becoming a deep scarlet shade. Finally I reached my destination and stood facing the wall. Mr Harding continued the lesson as though everything was normal. And I stood in the corner till the lesson was over. I felt like crying I was so embarrassed. Finally my torment was over, or at least I thought it would be. The lesson ended and the class filed out but I still stood in the corner. I could here the sound of shuffling papers at the front of the room. When I turned my head to see my teacher looked up from his marking and smiled. “Face the back, Lily”

 

I waited and waited and waited. I was so bored I counted anything and everything. The cracks in the wallpaper. I revised quotes, tried to remember all the square and cube numbers. All to no avail, when he came over to me at last, I felt like I was going mental. He grasped me by the shoulders and spun me around, like a little kid. “Now Lily, next lesson you are not going to be a naughty girl are you. You are going to behave and be polite.”

“Yes sir…”

Tears were welling up in my eyes. I hadn’t enjoyed the experience one bit.

“Now, now, Lily, big girls don’t cry do they? Off you go. Run along.”

 

Tuesday English lesson I tried my best to be a good little girl… oh God! Do I really think of myself like that? I sat quietly and did all my work. I didn’t chat to anyone and I worked hard to make sure everything was neat. I didn’t want to give him the opportunity to humiliate me again, but it was more than that, I didn’t want to disappoint him. In a way though I did, he seemed to be trying to tease me into challenging him. Saying things he knew would annoy me. But for the first time in my life I managed to hold my tongue. Then before I knew it, the words “EXTRA-CURRICULAR  ENGLISH” were written across the board and the rest of the class had disappeared. Here we go..

 

I pulled the essay out of my bag carefully and walked up to the desk. I laid it down gently, I knew it was inadequate and I was about to punished, then I walked back to my seat. He picked up the essay and read the opening. Mr Harding looked up at me and gave me his best wolfish grin as though he was going to gobble me up, he may have even licked his lips. Then he read it to the end. I’d included the word count at the bottom, but he knew that there was not enough words, he’d known the moment he set the word count.

 

He stood up and marched down the aisle to wear I was sat. Then he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the front of the room. He threw me against the board,  whispered “How many words were you supposed to write?”

He took my left arm and pinned it behind my back while I moaned “3000, Sir.”  Then as he pulled the arm up higher so I let out small cries he whispered again. “And how many have you written?” The pain was shooting through my arm now. “1126, Sir.”

“And do you think that is enough?” He took my right arm and bent it back in the same way.

“No Sir,” tears were forming from the difficult position.

“So you agree that you deserve to be punished.” He’d changed tone, although I couldn’t see, I would guess from his voice that he was finding it very funny having me moan.

“Yes Sir.”

 

“Lily, last time we met for this class you were given an orgasm that you did not deserve so today I have decided that you will learn how to repay me. Have you ever given a blow-job before?”

“No sir, I’m a virgin. I’ve never had a relationship before; I do masturbate though.”

He laughed at my naivety, “well all that is going to change!” He let go of my arms at last, then Mr Harding, my sometime English teacher ordered me to undress him.

 

He stood before me naked. I stood back and stared wide eyed at my handiwork.

“Now get on your knees.”

I had a feeling that I was not going to enjoy what was coming next, and at the same time a fear that I would enjoy it… and then what would I be?

I was hesitating so he forced to the floor and then slapped me across the face, hard. “You are expected to obey without hesitation.”

 

“Yes sir.”

“Now hold my cock.” I took it in my hand. It was bizarre, like holding a toy water snake. “Make a circle with your fingers. Then place the circle around the head and massage it. This is just a warm up. In a minute my little cock slut, you are going to take it in your mouth.” I flushed with embarrassment this was all so fast. One minute I’m top student next I’m teacher’s pet.

In a few moments for the first time I had an erect penis in my hands. Mr Harding smiled. “Put it in your mouth.” I looked at him, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. “Lily,” He said warningly. “Put it in your mouth.” but it was too much. “I can’t.” I closed my eyes anticipating a slap and a rebuke, but instead he talked me through it.

“Lily, you take it in your mouth and you stroke it with your tongue. You will do this, you can do this. Come on.” And for some reason I couldn’t argue. I licked the tip carefully as though testing the water and then I put the head in my mouth and began to suck. He continued to instruct me on how to do it effectively. “We won’t try deep throat today. Concentrate on stimulated the head with you tongue as you slide my cock in and out. Tickle my bollocks with you left hand, and use you right hand as though you were giving me a hand job.” I tried to do everything he said and soon he was moaning gently and calling a good slut. Suddenly I found myself enjoying the feel of it. The taste had disappeared and not even my apprehension at what cum would taste like stopped me from enjoying the warmness of his cock in my mouth.

Finally he came. And I found myself gagging slightly on the salty residue. Mr Harding laughed “You are a natural, that was a good first attempt. Now swallow it.” I swallowed and felt the fluid cling in my throat. It was awful, the taste remained in my mouth.

“Good girl.” He said and my face flushed with pleasure. “You really enjoyed that didn’t you, you little slut.” I smiled. “Yes sir.” Then he paused and shuffled through his papers packing them into a tight neat pile. “Well that won’t do. It’s not a punishment if you enjoy it.” He took my hands and placed them on his cleared desk. Then he pushed my head down so it touched the table.

My unbuttoned trousers slid to the floor and my knickers fell with them. Then in front of my face he presented me with a pencil. He smiled at my bewilderment. “Give it a lick.” I gave the pencil a lick and lubricated it. Then slowly he returned behind me and separated my ass cheeks. He slid the pencil gently into asshole. I stiffened all over and began to protest when he spanked me hard on the side of my thigh and ass. The pencil was only a minor intrusion but it felt so wrong and so humiliating. Then noticing my distress he told me gently. “Don’t complain or I will add another few in. Ten spanks; count.”

1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. 7.. 8.. 9.. 10. After each spank he wiggled the pencil, making me moan. To my horror, I even enjoyed this crudity. Once again my spanking had been pure ecstasy and I was soaking. He saw this.

“Get on your knees again.”

I went quickly this time. Then looked up at him with big eyes, like a puppy.

“Beg me to give you an orgasm.”

“Please sir, please give me an orgasm. I’m so desperate please,” This continued for a few minutes. Mr Harding watched on with a blank expression on his face.

“Why should I?”

I was crushed, and near tears. “Please!”

“No.”

Then he told me to dress. I stood up fully clothed and extremely horny. Then motioned for me to go. No goodbye or anything just a hand showing me the door. But as I was leaving he grabbed my arm and gave me his wolfy grin. “No masturbating this week.” Cue the puppy eyes. But once again all I got was a point at the door.