Room 307

Room 307

By Alice Parker

       “What is the answer?” I demanded.

       “What?  I...”

       “I asked you to answer the question.  What is the answer?”

       “I don't know... I just... I didn't hear the question...” 

       Poor Joe.  He was completely bewildered.  We had just been snuggling on the couch watching a movie when I suggested he should get naked and meet me in my bedroom in 15 minutes.  Now he was standing in the doorway to my bedroom looking exceptionally confused.  I almost felt sorry for him.... almost but not quite.  It was his fantasy, not mine and he had come into town to play with me.  He was just getting what he asked for. 

       With a thwack I smacked the outer part of his thigh with my pointer, causing a red stripe to appear almost instantaneously.

       “Fuck!  Ow!  What in the hell did you do that for?”  he cried ruefully.

       “Joseph!  How dare you bring that language into the classroom!  Do it again and I will wash your mouth out with soap.  Is that clear?” 

       “Okay, sure, but that hurt!”

       Thwack!  Another blow caught him on the other thigh. 

       “OW!  Will you quit?”  Ahh... the lips said no but the cock was saying yes.

       “Then pay attention and tell me the answer.”  I said in a stern tone.  I certainly looked stern.  During the 15 minutes I had asked him to wait I had taken my contacts out and put my glasses on.  I put my hair up into a bun and tossed on a skirt, stockings, sensible heels and a blouse.

       “I don't know the answer!  Can you repeat the question?”

       “Can I repeat the question....” I trailed off looking at him expectantly.  He looked very nervous as he had no clue what I was looking for.  “Can I repeat the question....” I tried again. 

       This time I moved to the side and used the pointer to tap the small chalkboard I had put up in a spot normally occupied by a picture of similar size.  On it I had neatly written 'Miss Parker Room 307'.

       “Will you please repeat the question Miss Parker?”  he asked very sweetly, indicating that if nothing else the pointer was and attention-getter. 

       “No Joseph.  I will not.  I expect you to pay attention in class.  We will try again after we review your homework.” 

       “My homework?  I don't recall you giving me an assignment.”

       “Joseph Martin!  Hands on the wall!”  he turned reluctantly and put his palms flat on the wall. 

       

       “Did you read any of the assigned pages?”  I asked harshly,

       “I did not read any pages.  I am sorry Miss Parker.”

       “So I it goes without saying that you did not attempt the chapter review at the end?”

       “No Miss Parker.  I did not attempt the chapter review.” 

       How sweet.  He was playing along well, trying to avoid annoying me.  Too bad.   

       

       “One stroke for each page and three for the chapter review.  This behavior must stop if you are to make anything of yourself Mr. Martin.  Do you understand?”

       “Yes Miss Parker.” 

       “I want you to count each stroke so that you might better remember them.”  I ordered. 

       “How many will...”

       I didn't give him time to finish before I laid the pointer across his ass firmly.

       “Ow! One!”  he cried.

       “That is not a number Joseph.  I think we need to start over.  This should be very simple Joseph; it is basic counting!”  I smacked his ass again.

       “Ow!  Shoot... Uno?”

       “That is not even English!  We shall begin again!”  I laid another stripe across his cheeks.  He took a second.  I would have loved to have seen the look on his face as he tried to figure out what I was looking for.

       “One.”  he said sheepishly with out the 'Ow'.

       “Very good, but I could barely hear you.  Let's try once more and this time try to be clear.  Let me see...  we had six pages, so including the chapter review, how many strikes should you anticipate Joseph?”

       “Nine.” he groaned. 

       “Very good Joseph.  At least you are not completely ignorant.”  I said as I raised the pointer in the air and brought it down on his poor buttocks.

       “One!” he stated loudly.  He was going to have a hard time sitting.  I brought the pointer down again.  “Two!” 

       I started thinking how funny it was...  “Three!”  the vast variety “Four!” of fantasies that one “Five!”  man could have.  Really, “Six!”the possibilities were practically “Seven!” endless.  Lucky Joe,  “Eight!” I always was fond of playing dress-up.  “Nine!”

       I had to hand it to myself.  I had left a very lovely cross hatch pattern on his posterior. 

       “Now, what will you be doing with your homework assignments in the future Mr. Martin?”

       “I will be following your instructions and completing my assignments.”  he said warily. 

       “Very good.  Now, you may take your seat.” I directed as I pointed to a chair I put there for him.  It had a small cushion on it, but it wasn't going to offer much comfort when he sat down.   

       

       He turned and went toward the chair.  He looked at it miserably and then looked at me before gingerly taking his seat.  I walked up to the chalkboard and erased my name and the room number. 

       I turned back toward him and said “Since you neglected to do your assignment I think it is best we move on to your arithmetic lesson.”.  I turned back toward the chalkboard and I wrote:

       

               2x (9yg-p72/14)+ v4/7x+5=25y-14pbj

       “Okay Mr. Martin.  What is the answer?”

       “What is that?  Is that even anything?”

       “I see you have no supplies.  Do you want something to write with so you can figure this out?”

       “What the fu...” he caught himself which was good because I did have a bar of soap at the ready.   “I mean is that anything Miss Parker?   I don't think that IS anything.” 

       I sighed heavily and hung my head.  “Joseph, you are such a disappointment.  I work very had to give you a proper education and this is what I get for my trouble?  This is the best you can do?  You haven't even tried to solve the problem.”

       “I'm sorry Miss Parker.”

       “You certainly are!  I think if you spent more time focusing on your studies and less time studying the female anatomy you would find your studies would come much easier.”

       “Yes Miss Parker.” 

       “To help you regain your focus I think it is best for you to write some sentences.  100 to be exact.”  I said as I handed him a small slate and a piece of chalk.  The writing surface was only about 5x7 which if you have a pen is fairly generous.  With chalk it was quite puny indeed.  “Write this down please, 'I am a bad boy and bad boys must be punished.' Do you have any questions before you begin?”

       “Yes Miss Parker, how am I supposed to write that 100 times on here?” 

       “Oh yes, your eraser.”  I said as I grabbed a very dusty eraser and handed it to him.  I had spent time the night before scribbling and erasing things until I had two of them almost completely full of dust.  “I want you to show me the slate before you erase it so that I can keep track for you.”

       “Yes Miss Parker.” he said sounding somewhat less than happy. 

       I grabbed an apple and took a seat.  I put the apple in my lap and raised my skirt up on the side to adjust the garter on my stocking, giving him some incentive.  As I ate my apple he dutifully wrote his sentences out.  He only had twenty done when the eraser essentially stopped working; it was so full of dust it simply smeared the chalk across the slate. 

       “Stop Joseph.  I think you need to clean your eraser before you proceed.  If I cannot read the next set I will not count them.”

       He started to use the side of his hand.  I put the remainder of the apple down and grabbed my pointer.  I walked up to him and tapped the back of his hand with it, shaking my head in disgust. 

       “You will use the eraser Mr. Martin but I think it is time it was cleaned, don't you agree?”

       “Yes Miss Parker.” he said hesitantly, not knowing what my idea of cleaning might be.

       I grabbed the other eraser and handed it to him.  “Outside.” I directed. 

       “Can I put on some...”

       “No, you may not waste my time anymore than you have already, outside now!”

       He walked out of my room with me close behind.  He got to the sliding glass door and turned to look at me, hoping he was mistaken but my nod of encouragement indicated otherwise.  I stopped short of going outside and closed the door behind him.  He looked at me and I mimicked as though I was clapping erasers together. 

       Joe began to clap the erasers and a huge cloud of dust came up, making him cough and gag.  He kept clapping the erasers until the dust no longer puffed out when they connected. He had a light coating of yellow chalk dust covering his skin which was darker in areas where there was more moisture.  I opened the sliding glass door to allow him back in. 

       “Look at you!  What a mess you have made of yourself!  To the bathroom immediately!”  I shouted as I pointed down the hall.  I grabbed him just above the elbow and started marching until we got to the doorway of the bathroom.  I told him to get in the tub. 

       “Should I turn the shower on Miss Parker?”  he asked.

       “Did I tell you to turn the shower on?”

       “No but...”

       “No is correct, so yes... get your butt in the tub.”

       Joe climbed into the tub and looked at me expectantly.  I slipped my shoes off and told him to get on his knees.  “What makes you think I would be willing to waste good water on you?  You won't listen, pay attention or behave.  If I were going to use the shower I may as well have just used the hose outside and rinsed you off like a dog.”

       Joe looked at me with a gleam in his eye.  He had wanted this for some time and I was finally going to give it to him and good. 

       “Now Joseph, do you know what happens to bad boys?  Boys who don't apply themselves to their studies, who don't learn anything?”

       “No Miss Parker, I don't.”

       “Bad boys get pissed on by their boss, by their wives and by society in general.  Is that what you want for yourself Mr. Martin?  To be a fire-hydrant for every mongrel that walks past?”

       “No Miss Parker, I don't want to be a fire-hydrant.”

       “Then we must make sure this is a lesson you learn well or that is exactly what your future holds.  Do you understand Joseph?  I must make you see where your current path leads.”  With that I hiked up my skirt and straddled him as well as I could given the somewhat cramped quarters.

       “You are pathetic!  A disgusting little worm that will never be anything!”  I bellowed as I let loose a stream of piss which hit his cheek and rolled down his neck.  The urine mixed with the yellow chalk dust, clouding it but making it's appearance all the more dramatic.  “You stupid little twit!  I can't believe I am wasting MY time and MY piss on a pig who is too ignorant to appreciate it!” 

       The stream was strong and steady but I could tell I was nearing the bottom of the well. He had rivulets of piss streaking the chalk and beads of it clung to some of the hairs on his body.  “Now Joseph, I want you to show me that you appreciate the lesson I am trying to teach you, show me you appreciate the piss your worthless ass does not deserve!”

       With that he looked up at me and latched his mouth onto my mound and began to drink what was left.  His cock was dripping pre-cum and his sweet little nipples were hard as he swallowed eagerly.  I was surprised he was going at it with such gusto considering it was his first time.  It made me recall my first time and my knees went weak.  I was certain if his mouth had not been there I would have been dripping myself I was so hot.  Once I was completely empty I pulled away from him and saw that his chin was in fact slick with my juice. 

       “Now Joseph, what is the answer?”

       “You are Miss Parker.”  he said as he gasped trying to regain his breath. 

       “Very good Joseph.  Now have you solved the equation I gave you?”

       “Three?” he asked taking a stab at it. 

       “Very good!  I hoped a little discipline would jar something loose in there.” I said as I pushed the middle of his forehead with my index finger.  “Since you seem to be actually capable of learning today I think we will move on to your anatomy lesson.”  I started to unbutton my blouse as he watched eagerly. 

       “And what does the number three represent on a woman's body Joseph?”  I asked as I pulled my  blouse off and unhooked my bra.

       “It represents the number of holes a woman has that can be fu...penetrated with a penis Miss Parker.” he said as his eyes shot to the bar of soap.  Good thing he remembered the threat I had made about him cussing.  I would have forgotten it; I was so focused on getting my skirt off. 

       “My goodness!  That is very good Joseph!  Would you like to try penetrating one of my holes?”  I asked as I took a seat on the edge of the tub.

       “Yes Miss Parker, I would LOVE that.”

       “Since you seem to be suddenly applying yourself I think I can accommodate that desire, but first you must make sure that I am ready; you must lick my pussy.  Do you know what my pussy is Joseph?”

       “It is where you pee from.”  he said looking somewhat mesmerized.

       “Excellent!  Now come here and put your face right between my legs.  Now can you see here?” I asked as I pointed to my clit.  “You must pay particular attention to this, it is called my clitoris.  I want you to stick your tongue out and lick it.”

       He moved toward my cunt and pulled my lips apart slightly so he could get better access.  I scooted my ass closer to the edge of my perch and put one wet, stockinged foot up on the wall behind him. His tongue flicked at my cunt for a moment.

       “Right here Miss Parker?” he asked.

       I grabbed the back of his head and pressed it into my twat.  “Joseph!  I just showed you where.  Apply yourself to your studies immediately or I will have to help you find a better way to focus!”

       He began tearing into my pussy like a madman, licking and nibbling for all he was worth.  It wasn't long until I felt the skin on my chest start to flush and I was panting heavily.  My hips tilted upward slightly to give him better access as my hot box weeped for more. 

       Suddenly the first orgasm over-took me and I came hard.  My juices flowed and ran down to my ass.  He looked up at me for direction.  “You are doing very well Joseph, you may continue.”

       He licked up and down my labia, giving me just a moment before attacking my clit, making me cum again almost immediately.  He didn't even seek approval this time, he kept licking me.  I pushed my own tongue between my forefinger and my thumb, wetting them both.  I began to play with my left nipple, bracing myself on the side of the tub with my right hand.  The harder I pinched my nipple the hotter I got until I was soon cuming again.   

       Joe started to pull his face out from between my thighs when I pushed him back into my cunt using the back of his head.  “I'm not positive you have this part of your lesson committed to memory.” I panted as I pressed him into me. 

       He started licking slowly and pushed an index finger between my sopping cunt lips.  His tongue increased speed as did that of his finger.  He was using it as though it were a second tongue.  He made his way to my anus which sent me over the edge.  My calves were knots, my thighs were tense and quivering while I could feel every muscle in my stomach contract. His tongue continued to work but I couldn't take anymore.

       “Oh my God, stop!  That's enough for now!”  I cried as I scooted back away from him, hanging my ass midair.  He sat back into the tub and I moved forward again, trying to catch my breath. 

       “That was very good Joseph!  You get an A+!”  I said as soon as I regained my composure.  “Since you have shown a greater aptitude toward your studies, I will allow you to penetrate all three of my holes.”  I stood up and stepped out of the tub while reaching my hand toward him.  I grabbed him by the wrist and tugged on it, signaling for him to stand up.  “You must stay on the bathmat.” I instructed as soon as I realized the cleaning involved in all of the piss and chalk still striping his body.  I still cannot believe I hadn't thought of that while I had been planning.

       I got on my hands and knees on the floor and wiggled my ass at him.  “Get behind me on your knees Mr. Martin and be mindful of your position on the mat.”  Once he has himself situated I continued my instruction, “I am sure you are quite familiar with your penis, are you not Joseph?”

       “Yes Miss Parker, I am.” he replied proudly. 

       “Excellent!  As you can see, it's shape indicates it was meant to be put in something.  You put your peg into my hole and we have...?”

       “Penetration Miss Parker!”  he said as he slid the head of his cock up and down my soaked slit. 

       “Joseph Martin!” I snapped.  “Do not try to get ahead of the lesson, you will only get lost and you will earn three more strikes for your trouble!”

       His hand instantly dropped from his cock.  I reached under myself and between my legs and seized his balls.  They were so heavy my only thought was that I was going to get hosed when he finally got off.  I pulled him toward me and lined the head of his prick up to my cunt hole. 

       “Okay Joseph, this is my pussy.  I want you to push forward a bit but then I want you to be still and let me show you how it is done.  I will let you know when to join in.

       With his testicles again in my hand, I pushed toward him and started pleasing myself with some long slow strokes.  I started increasing the speed and told him to start stroking along with me.  “Harder Joseph!  I want to make sure we both remember this lesson tomorrow.” I said wryly as I felt his balls start to tighten up.  “And by the way, did I happen to mention that while you are allowed to penetrate all three of my holes, you are only allowed to orgasm once?”  He didn't say it but the word 'Bitch!' practically sprung from his mind and smacked the back of my head. 

       “Miss Parker, I think I should stop for a second.” 

       “Joseph, you need to learn how to control yourself!”  I felt his fingers start to dig into my hips.  “Very well!” I cried as I pulled forward violently.  “I should have realized that you were going to have problems with this lesson from your very behavior in class today.”

       “I am very sorry Miss Parker, it's just that your pussy feels so good and I didn't expect to....”

       “Joseph,” I sighed “I think you were getting ahead of yourself in the lesson, don't you?”

       “Yes Miss Parker.” he replied sullenly.

       “Is the thought of your punishment enough to help you collect yourself?”  I asked as I stood and grabbed the pointer.  I placed the tip of it under his chin and pushed up while I told him to stand.  “You know, I should put one strike on your penis and one on each ball.”  I said while I tapped said parts accordingly.  “The only reason I am not is because I am not finished with today's lesson and I am concerned it may impair your performance.  Turn around.  Hands on the sink and keep your feet on the mat!”

       I gave him a smack on his ass and two that went across the backs of both thighs.   “Now get back into your position so that we can finish the lesson.”  I ordered as I grabbed his dick and placed it in my wet hole.  “Now take your index and middle fingers and put them in my butt.  Do you think you can handle that?”  I asked.

       “Like this Miss Parker?” he asked as he pushed them in sending a shiver of delight down my spine. 

       “Oh yes Joseph, just like that.” I sighed as he worked them in and out for a minute or so before I told him to take his fingers out and put his cock in.  I was so wet that lube was unnecessary.  I felt each delicious inch of his prick pushing into my rectum causing my cunt to start drooling onto the bathmat.  “Alright Joseph, let's see what you learned from my pussy.”

       He started fucking slowly, trying to not get too excited too fast which while commendable, was also not particularly realistic either.  It was also counter productive to my plans so I told him he better get a move on.  He was so worked up I knew it was not going to be long before he was struggling to keep from cuming.  As if on cue his breathing started to get irregular and his fingers started digging into my hips again. 

       “Do you need another break Mr. Martin?” I asked sweetly.

       “Yes Miss Parker, I think that would help greatly.” he replied.  I pulled my ass-cheeks apart and told him to pull out, which he did gladly and then he saw it.  My ass was gaping, inviting him back in.  He had been with some pretty unadventurous women which was fine by me.  I doubted at the time and rightly so that he had never experienced that particular view of a woman's tonsils. 

       “Look at that Joseph!  You have made your teacher look like a whore.”  Between the sight of my yawning ass and the comment he started to loose it.  I felt the first spurt hit me in the middle of my back.  “You lick up what you spill.”  I said as he frantically stuffed his cock back in my asshole.  I felt the rest of his cum shooting into my intestines. 

       Fearing punishment he started to apologize immediately.  I told him if he wanted to wag his tongue it should be on my back cleaning up the mess he had made.  I heard him suck in his breath and felt his hesitancy in performing the task but he did a thorough job.  I sighed contentedly and thought about all of the new things I would have to introduce him to. 

       “I think that is enough of our lesson today.  You have proven to be incapable of the focus I feel you should have.”

       “But you said I.....”

       “I know what I said Joseph.  I also warned you of the consequences of getting ahead of the lesson.  I have already given you three strikes for doing just that.  Since you do not care to learn, I don't care to teach.  Besides, you would just become erect again and want to have another orgasm which I will not permit.  You have to earn things Joseph.”  I stood up and grabbed my pointer and offered that if he wanted  ten hard strikes to his cock and balls I would let him penetrate me orally. 

       One hand went to his ass and he decided against that plan knowing full well that he was capable of picking up a couple extra strikes just trying to get through the ten.  I told him that I was going to clean up and that he could have a shower once I was finished.  I instructed him to stay on the mat and wait until I was finished. 

       Naturally I took my time and used up most of the hot water, smirking as I did so.  As I toweled off afterwards I told him that we could continue his lesson another day but that he needed to work on his self control in the meantime.  “Oh and make sure you tidy up in here when you are done.  You can put the bathmat in the washer too.”  I said as I let my towel fall from my body and on to the floor joining various articles of my clothing. 

       As I got into bed I reflected on how easily he had accepted things during this session.  I couldn't have been more wrong. 

       

       

***Note from author:  If you are not familiar with the characters then you should take yourself over to one of my other stories so you can acquaint yourself.  I am not Carolyn Keene and I refuse to repeatedly make introductions to the same characters.  I guess what I am getting at is that if you want more out of it, you will have to put more into it.