Extra-Curricular

Part 4

 

I got home from school and decided that I would have to do something to keep my mind of sex. I realise now, that I don’t want to break Mr Harding’s rules. I find myself yearning for his smile. Stockholm syndrome? I worry about that later, first I have to suppress this incessant need. I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt and washed my hands. Then I began to bake a cake. I know that it seems silly… but it has always been very effective when I’m in a rage, why not when I’m horny. It’s the same sort of overpowering sensation. As I continued, I began to hear this thought at the back of my mind. It wiggled and niggled and got louder and louder. The house was empty so the coast was clear. I stood in the middle of the kitchen and began to take off my clothes. Finally naked, I reached out and picked up the pink frilly apron that was a birthday gift. I put it on and looked the epitome of a kinky maid.

I carried on like normal, and somehow the naturalness of being naked made me feel hornier and hornier. Suddenly I heard a car door slam shut outside, I grabbed my clothing and ran for the bathroom. I was lucky. I locked the bathroom door as my family marched in through the front one… I don’t know how I could have explained it to them… “ I was cooking and my clothes fell off.” I dressed quickly. For some reason I felt as though I needed an orgasm all the more… funny that.

 

Not particularly funny actually. Every moment I was alone, My hand would slide towards my crotch, and every time I had to suppress the rising emotions. Despite all this I wasn’t going to let him win. Two weeks without an orgasm is a long time, but any orgasm I could give myself would be pale in comparison to Mr Harding’s vigorous training. I found myself yearning for a beating. I tried tying myself up, but it wasn’t particularly exciting. I could always get free. What was worse though, was this longing for Mr Harding himself; I was beginning I realised to actually yearn for ministrations and for his smile, and for his coos of “good girl,” and for his yells of “bad girl.”

It did feel a bit like Stockholm syndrome, but then I had made this choice, so perhaps it was something different growing inside me, beyond this girlish fancy. It felt strange. I wonder if he feels the same way? It’s likely I’m just a toy he plans to use, till he gets bored and plays with something else. This sudden realisation was something else. What was Mr Harding doing with me? I found these new thoughts sobering.

 

One bonus at least was that so depressed was I, I didn’t feel the need for sexual gratification all week. I wish the same could be said for my diligent teacher.

 

Mr Harding in true form had set a difficult essay for the class. In lesson I was too distracted to work and at home in the evening I realised I was completely stuck. I would have to ask Mr Harding for help. During lunch I approached him and explained.

“umm, Sir, the essay you set, I wonder if we could go through it, because …” I was all shy again. Why did this keep happening.

“Because I’m having some trouble with it.”

He looked at me with a smug smile. Which he shared with the teacher he had been talking to moments before. She returned his smile then disappeared, something about it had seemed altogether too planned. But there was no way he could have planned my being unable to write the essay so I shook the thoughts off.

“Alright Lily, meet me in my classroom in five minutes.” He said succinctly. Then he too like a master magician disappeared. I gathered together my vague attempts at the essay and my flying emotions into one enormous heap then walked to his classroom.

 

When I arrived Mr Harding was sat at his desk. He grinned one of his wolfiest grins as I entered and stood sheepishly in the centre of the room. Like a lamb to the slaughter.

“Ok, Lily, you’ve not been paying adequate attention in class that’s why your failing.”

“Oh?” I said, suddenly woken into bristling anger. “And whose fault is that?” I thought of my complete and utter distraction when he was in the room. The way I felt my most aroused in his lessons. Somehow the smile grew. “You are so easy to tease.” He said completely amused by my little outburst.

“Now, my sweet princess, I will do you a deal. I will help you with you essay and therefore prevent your imminent punishment if you come over here and give me a blow job under the desk.”

I glared at him. “Isn’t it your job to help students?”

He laughed, “Only good students who pay attention in lessons deserve my help. Not naughty girls like you. Anyway this is helping you… it’s teaching you to pay attention in lessons.” Still I hesitated.

 “Come on, you don’t want me to have to punish you properly do you?”

I walked over to him and clambered under the desk, I undid his button and zip. I slid his boxers down slightly and began to slowly suck. I started by placing the head in my mouth and sliding my lips over it, like he had taught me. My tongue played havoc on the tip licking and swerving whilst he moaned slightly. Suddenly there was a grand knock at the door. Far from telling the person to leave Mr Harding called them in. Horrified I didn’t know what to do. I paused for a second, then a nudge from my English teacher suggested that I should continue. I did so.. Very slowly. I soon realised that the person who had entered was the female teacher that he had been talking to earlier. Ms Philips was about the same age as him and a feminist. And not a failed feminist like me… a proper one. If she caught me here, I would be expelled and Mr Harding fired. Why did he risk so much? I licked faster and played with his balls. I heard a click as the door to the classroom closed and a moan as my teacher exploded into orgasm. His fluids flooded my mouth and I duly swallowed. I quickly got up from under the table when Ms Philips re-entered suddenly.

“ Oh and I forgot to tell you… Oh Lily, hello, where did you spring up from?”

From under the desk where I just finished giving Mr Harding a stunning blowjob… and yourself?

“I only just came in” I said as a flush covered my face. “Mr Harding has been teaching me a bit more.” I checked his face. No reaction, damn him. I would have loved it if is face had flushed to match mine. “Oh really,” Ms Philips replied, “because I was here just a few moments ago” What is this? An interrogation…

“I’m a fast learner.”

“Right.” She delivered her query to Mr Harding and then went. Mr Harding cooed as she left the room. “That woman is so beautiful, I can see the pair of you chained up together? How would you like that?”

Dear God. The man is perverse.

“My Homework?”

“Oh yes, Come here you stupid little girl. Let’s go through it.”

 

After the incident I began to analyse everything that had been said. There were a number of questions that arose. Did Ms Philips know I was there? That was the most worrying one. If she did then well, he’s told other people about what he is doing to me. I did however, feel my depression waning; something in what he said had made me feel like I was more than just a passing fancy. He had said that Ms Philips was beautiful and that was why he wanted to chain her up, so perhaps he liked me in the same way. Perhaps he thought I was beautiful. Although this cheered me up, it brought back with it the infernal horniness that depression had quelled. Oh! Cruel fate.

 

Tuesday… Tuesday…Tuesday..

I thought about climbing under his desk about the humiliation of having been caught in the act. Throughout the day these thoughts plagued my brain and made me wetter and wetter. Thankfully I had finished the essay. I handed it in and he flicked through it briefly, then sent me back to my seat.

I sat fixated on him. Once more I was unable to concentrate, and Mr Harding quickly picked up on this. He stood up and marched down to where I was sitting then picked up my work for the lesson so far. It was minimal. “Not good enough.” was all he said. Then he took me by the arm and led me to his desk. He sat me down to his left placed all my work in front of me. “You can work here this lesson.” This is supposed to help me to concentrate? But the humiliation did make me put my head down and work, if only to escape my classmates stares.

 

 Extra-Curricular English

 

The bold words hit the board for the fourth time and I sat expectant. Out of his desk draw my teacher drew such things as I had never imagined he would produce. Master Magician indeed. He lay the delights in front of.

“I thought I would go all out this week. Have you been a good girl?”

“ Yes Sir.”

“Hmm, That’s a little disappointing but I believe I have a promise to uphold if that was the case and so now I’m going to do so. You want to orgasm don’t you sweetie?”

“Yes Sir, Very much.”

He smiled. “Well today we will do something very special then.” He went to the door and locked it, then slid a black blind down over the door.

“ I think that when you lose your virginity it is a very important moment so lets make it memorable. “ I sat in wonder. He was going to sleep with me!

 

First of all he laid out a large duvet, which he shaped into a blanket. Then a pillow appeared at its head. Rose petals were scattered all over the bedding. Mr Harding saw me watching and stood up quickly handing me an outfit. “Go over there and get changed.” I went and stood in the corner and changed into the outfit. It was very similar to a Princess, except that there were large revealing gashes, that had obviously occurred when the young  maiden had been in distress. The dark stains suggested a dragon. There was also the atypical hat. That was vital. All dressed up I stood in the corner and waited for him to say I could come over. It was so very surreal. A hand suddenly grabbed my loose breast. I jumped up, surprised by the groping and turned to see my teacher dressed in black garb. In a medieval dress, that was rich and shiny and made him stunningly sexy. I gasped half from the pain half from the overpowering sensations that were flooding me. Then quite by accident I burst into tears.

 

“You have saved me!” The Princess said in dulce tones.

 “Not as such.” Then the knight flung the princess upon his shoulder and carried her to his lair where he proceeded to throw her to the ground.

“Thou art a dark knight?” said the princess full of fear and surprise.

“ Indeed,” replied the dark knight full of mirth.

 

Mr Harding locked the chains around my arms and my ankles so that I was spread-eagled on the floor. He ripped the rags off my body, which in response bounced in fervent excitement. He tipped the rose petals over my body and rubbed them against my skin. My stomach moved up to meet his hands. I was in bliss. He touched my neck gently and tipped my chin upwards. He leant forward and whispered in my ear. “This is what you want?”

I nodded. This was definitely what I wanted. Then I sunk back into the stupor of excitement. He smiled deeply, as though he was truly happy, then he grabbed my throat and licked my neck.

Then he slid down to my aching clitoris and began to lick it in long deep strokes making his tongue flat. Finally he decided I was adequately aroused and slung his swollen penis from it confines. He expertly slid a condom into place, much to my relief then drove himself into my vagina. I gasped in pain. It felt like a burning sensation. Then I felt him begin to slide into me slowly out and in. Gradually the pain began to subside and soon I found myself moaning like a pro. Chained as I was he had access to all my body which he took advantage of readily. He pinched my nipples and stroked my skin. Enjoying my body. Then he would give me a wolfish grin and slap me across the face. “Come on Princess. A bit of life please.” And I would dive blindly into action with vague attempts at motion. Finally the orgasm that I had suppressed in me for so long began to build and build and before I knew it my was jerking up and down in its throws. Mr Harding kissed me deeply and continued, soon afterwards he came as well. He untied me and lifted my naked sweat covered body onto the desk. I just lay there for a while but then I sat up and smiled.

“Did I do it right?”

“You were fantastic.”

I grinned sleepily, fantastic eh?

A dazed walk home and good nights sleep and next morning I found myself wondering if any of it happened at all. My aching nipples and pussy informed me that it most certainly had!