Meadowlark High

       From the outside, Meadowlark High School is your typical high school. They boast a student population of 10,000, their football team won state three years running, and 80% of their graduates go on to some form of higher education. Nestled in the heart of suburbia, Meadowlark is a prominent part of the community and every parent is proud to say their child attends.

       However, one slight problem existed. Meadowlark had an unusually high number of rapes and assaults. Very few people knew as, unfortunately, they tended to go unreported. No one wanted to be the reason the school didn’t advance in football or a popular teacher got expelled, so they usually kept it quiet. If that failed, threats would usually do the trick. So suburbia lived in perfect ignorance about their perfect little high school.

       Lisa Warren was one of the stars of Meadowlark. She was set to be Valedictorian of her class and was the President of the chemistry, chess, and programming clubs. Unlike most of her fellow students, she was the quiet, nerdy type. She kept her straight, nut brown hair tied in a pony-tail and chose black rimmed glasses over contacts. Most people agreed she was destined for Ivy League and she had her eyes set on Harvard. Despite being a shoe-in, she had to fill out the application like everyone else. And unfortunately, this meant she needed recommendation letters. The downside to being the quiet type in class meant she never made much of an impression. Still, she decided to try her luck with Mr. Morris, the physics teacher. She excelled in physics and she had been praised by him multiple times for her projects. Maybe he’d be willing to write a letter for her?

       She knocked on the door and it swung open, revealing Mr. Morris sitting at his desk, grading papers. He looked up at the sound and smiled. “Come in, Lisa. What can I do for you?” he asked, leaning up against his chair and smiling. Lisa closed the door out of habit and made her way into the room.

       “Hello Mr. Morris. I was wondering if you’d be willing to fill out a recommendation form for me. I’m applying to Harvard and I need as much help as I can get,” Lisa said nervously.

       “Hmm…Harvard’s tough to get into. But I think I can write something up that’ll make you stand out. What’s in it for me though?”

       Lisa was confused. “For you? I don’t-I don’t understand.”

       Mr. Morris grinned. “Let me clarify…strip.”

       Lisa stood silent and stunned. She had fantasized about Mr. Morris often enough; she had a thing for older men and she loved his salt and pepper hair. His face had a smooth, youthful look to it though he still looked in his forties. Still, she never expected him to ask this of her.

       Mr. Morris saw her hesitation and sighed. “Look, you can either do what I say and let me write the letter or you can kiss your chances of Harvard goodbye. Your choice.”

       Lisa tensed up, tempted to call it off but she knew her options were limited. So she hesitantly began unbuttoning her shirt, revealing the pink bra underneath. She didn’t have large breasts but the bra did a good job of showing off what she did have and presenting them nicely. Already, she could see Mr. Morris enjoying her body so she closed her eyes and slowly unbuttoned her jeans, letting them drop to the floor and revealing the matching underwear. She stopped and looked up to Mr. Morris, silently hoping this was it.

       He crushed that dream immediately. “All of it. Now,” he ordered, his voice reaching a stern level she never heard from him before. Lisa whimpered and reached behind her back, unhooking the bra and releasing her breasts to full view. She then hooked her thumbs underneath her panties and slipped them down to the ground. Her pussy was freshly shaven, to the delight of Mr. Morris.

       “Alright. Now, for taking your time and making me repeatedly tell you, I’m going to have to punish you. Come over and bend over my knee,” he ordered, a happy glint in his eye. Secretly, he was glad she was nervous, he was always fond of strip teases but he also enjoyed messing with her mind.

       Lisa walked over to Mr. Morris and bent over him, her stomach pressed against his lap. She could already feel his erection pressing into her but she was already so mortified it hardly made a difference.

       Mr. Morris reached across his desk for a ruler. “Now, I’m going to give you ten spankings. I want to hear you call out each one. If I don’t hear a number, it doesn’t count. Am I clear?”

       Lisa nodded her head nervously. “Yes, Mr. Morris.” With no warning, the ruler came down across her bottom. She screamed, her bottom stinging and, though she couldn’t see, a red welt beginning to form.

       “What did you forget, slut?” Mr. Morris asked, grinning happily.

       “One! One!” Lisa called out loudly.

       “Too late!” Mr. Morris said, bringing the ruler down again.

       Lisa called out one immediately, wriggling her bottom as it stung. Morris wasted no time, spanking Lisa one after another, barely giving her enough time to call out the numbers before spanking her again. By the time he was finished, she had large red welts criss-crossing her bottom and she was sobbing. He made sure to spread them across her bottom, making sure every inch of it was hurting.

       “Good. Now I want you to stand up and sit on top of my desk, legs spread so I can see that beautiful cunt of yours.”

       Lisa sniffed and stood up, wincing as every movement made her burning ass throb. She turned around and sat down, gasping loudly as her tender ass began to burn. “Please…it hurts so much,” she whimpered.

       Mr. Morris quickly rapped the ruler across her breast, eliciting a quick scream from her. “No talking unless I ask you a question,” he warned. “Now, I’m going to fuck you and fuck you hard but before I do, I want to make sure you’re wet. I know you’re probably dry as a bone and that’ll be no fun for you but, more importantly, a dry cunt is no fun for me. So I want you to keep your legs open and behave.” He reached a finger inside Lisa’s pussy and began stroking her inner walls in a come hither motion. Despite her humiliation and throbbing ass, Lisa couldn’t help but moan as the sensations drove through her body. Mr. Morris took that as a good sign and slipped a second finger inside, slowly finger-fucking her. Lisa gripped the edge of the desk, almost forgetting who was making her feel this way as she gave in to her suddenly growing lust. She didn’t see him unbutton his own pants and release his throbbing cock and her eyes suddenly darted open when, as Mr. Morris noticed his fingers sufficiently wet, rammed his cock inside of her.

       “Please!” Lisa begged, suddenly remember her predicament, her face growing red as she realized her physics teacher was now fucking her. Mr. Morris’s only response was to push her down flat on the desk, and bury his fingers into her hips. Lisa groaned with each thrust, sliding roughly across the desk as Mr. Morris buried his cock deep into her cunt, her swollen ass pressed into the edge with each brutal thrust. For what felt like hours to Lisa, he continued to batter the inside of her pussy, showing her no mercy and caring nothing for her own comfort.

       Finally, Mr. Morris couldn’t hold off any longer and with a guttural groan, he slammed one last time into Lisa and exploded, filling her with his seed. She sobbed softly as she felt the warm, sticky fluid inside of her. Mr. Morris couldn’t help but grin down at the student he once thought of as sweet and innocent. As his cock went limp, he finally pulled out of Lisa and wiped himself clean on the inside of her leg before zipping himself back up.

       “I’ll have that letter ready by Monday. See yourself out when you’re ready,” he said, walking towards the door as Lisa lay sobbing on his desk.