Dominating Bbc Student
Copyright© 2025 by virgintsik2
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - white teacher dominated by her rough ride black student, turned into a spit. I have a similar experience so I copied this confession and changed or skipped some details to get straight to the similarity to my experience when I was alone in the classroom too. If anyone wants to share their experience feel free to share it to me.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking
I have a similar experience so I copied this confession and changed or skipped some details to get straight to the similarity to my experience when I was alone in the classroom too. If anyone wants to share their experience feel free to share it to me.
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Let me take a brief moment to introduce myself ... and tell you of my shame. My name is (xxxxxxx). I am 35 years old and teach Jr. High math. I also serve as the department head. I do not have what is considered a knock out body but I can turn a man’s head when I dress to please. I weigh 119 pounds; my measurements are 34B-23-34; spread over five feet six inches. I have light brown hair and I wear it in a semi- page boy type hairdo which nearly reaches the nape of my neck. My best assets are two long legs which I like to show; and a tight muscled ass; and I enjoy teasing the weaker sex ... or so I thought.
The school in which I started was in a changing neighborhood. When I started it was a lower middle class white neighborhood; it is now about 20% black and the neighborhood is much rougher.
I am not certain how to explain how my seduction occurred. I have always been a rather meek teacher. Because of my timid disposition many of the black male students saw this as an opportunity to take advantage of me. While I was never yet subjected to any physical abuse before this confession, there was more than one occasion where they ignored my commands; and mocked my attempts at bringing order to a chaotic classroom. It was totally out of character for me that sometimes their rudeness when they talk to me like I am their bitch it gives me a little tingle in my genitals. I felt aroused secretly, I carefully smoothed the sheer beige covered nylons before attaching them to the garter clasps. Pulling on a pair of white lace panties I looked at my still firm and desirable figure in the full length mirror. I stared at my still desirable body. Yes, I thought, today I was going to tease one of the bored and lifeless teachers at my school unmercifully.
Although my breasts are small they are tight and firm. A rock hard nipple adorns each of the mouth size perfect breasts. Although probably not needed I slipped on a matching white lace half bra. I then searched my closet and picked out a dark blue skirt that ended just above my knees. A lacy white (too tight) blouse completed the ensemble. I pulled on the blue blazer as I stepped into my usual heelless drab shoes. “This day was going to be special,” I thought as I headed for the door. Little did I know how special.
Although sexually tense from the pathetic black students of my class, the first three periods had flown by. As the fourth period started the assistant high school principal appeared at the door with an arrogant looking black student. The teenage black student looked like he belonged in high school; not the eighth grade. As he stood in the door way he had a sneer on his young mouth and his eyes traveled up and down my body. I visibly squirmed at his insolent stare. My legs felt weak as I approached the two waiting males.
“Mrs. Jones, this is Jerome Washington. He has transferred from his previous school and is being placed in our care. Although he has extremely high test scores in both math and science he has a total disrespect for his teachers. Do not put up with any back talk from this young man...” came the stern order.
Taking my cue from the assistant principal I briefly turned to the new student and pointed to a seat in the first row. “Sit in the front row. I do not expect any trouble from you,” I sternly ordered. Although I used my harshest tone I am sure that he heard my voice quiver. As the last words left my red coated lips I felt the stern glare from his brooding eyes as they burned deep into my body.
The assistant principal turned and disappeared in the well lighted hall. As I turned I felt my already wobbly legs turn to rubber. I made it to my desk and sat on the edge. Avoiding Jerome’s eyes I continued my lecture on multiple equations. Although this was my worst class it was not for the most part disruptive. As I struggled my eyes finally found there way to the front seat of the first row. Jerome was slouched in his seat and was rubbing the front of his tight jeans ... rubbing an obvious oversize bulge. My train of thought was lost ... and my mouth agape. I struggled to regain my composure but could see that all the students were delighted at my indecision.
Mercifully the bell rang and a low roar erupted from the classroom. Most of the students were headed towards the door when I yelled out their homework assignments for the following Monday. As the last student casually walked out of the classroom I turned and nearly walked into the arrogant new black student. My emerald eyes and his dark eyes met and I quickly dropped my gaze to the floor.
With an indifferent attitude he brushed against my tense body and shuffled to the door. When he reached the door he pulled it shut and ... twisted the inside lock. The metallic mechanism slammed shut and seemed to echo throughout the room.
When he turned his face was covered with a scornful scowl. “I didn’t want us to be interrupted. It will take us a few moments for you to understand what I expect of you.”
I am sure that he could see me start to tremble. I looked towards the door but knew that I had no hope of reaching it as he
was standing directly in the way. I slowly backed up until I was against the window seal. He slowly walked towards me. He was only fourteen; but he was taller than me. My eyes inventoried the hard body as he approached. His steps seemed as they were in slow motion. At long last he was standing directly in front of me; his hard brown eyes burning into me. He casually reached out and his callused hand caressed my cheek. I grabbed his large hand with my petite hand but he continued to gently rub my cheek. His index finger touched my lips
and rubbed my bright red lip gloss into his finger. My eyes locked onto my tormentor’s ... he could sense my fear and apprehension. His finger became insistent; he wanted to insert the substitute cock into my mouth. Staring into his forbidding eyes I tried to shake my head. The sneer reappeared and as a tear dripped on my cheek the finger was inserted into my warm oral chamber. “Suck my finger ... It will not stretch your mouth,” Jerome ordered.
My tongue found the ridges of his finger and as I looked into his face I could see his mocking smirk. He had won; and won rather easily the first test of strength. I felt my nipples tingle and then harden. My feminine dew was coating my lace panties. As I sucked on his finger he ridiculed me more, “You suck good teach. I be giving you something else to suck on if you’re a good little bitch”.
I cowered against the hard window seal. I was totally frightened ... but my panties were becoming soaked.
I’m sure he heard me whimper as I felt his left hand drop to my chest. His fingers searched for my nipple. When he found the nipple he increased the pressure between his thumb and forefinger.
My nipple hardened and the pressure increased. He wanted me to feel the pain ... He wanted me to acknowledge his domination. Another set of tears ran from my eyes. Here I was; a thirty five year old teacher; shoved against the wall with a fourteen year old black student savagely twisting my right nipple while forcing me to suck his right index finger.
The smirk widened as he spoke, “Unbutton your blouse you little slut”.
I tried to shake my head no but with his finger in my mouth I couldn’t shake my head. The fingers tightened around my blood engorged nipple. My eyes continued to tear.
“No, Please...” I managed to mutter.
“Unbutton the blouse bitch...” came the quick reply.
The fear and dread were consuming me. I prayed for someone to come to the door ... but even if they did they would think that I had merely gone to the cafeteria.
My rock hard nipple was being cruelly twisted between Jerome’s hard fingers. My eyes begged him to stop the torment but his fingers continued to tighten around my savaged nipple. His finger dueled with my tongue and his eyes full of derision ... mocked me for my weakness.
“I guess that you will have to be punished for disobeying me. You will come to learn that when I give you an order your only response is complete and instant submission,” he calmly stated.
He dislodged his finger and grabbed me by the nape of my neck and pushed down so that I was bent at the waist. He then walked me the few steps over the edge of my desk.
I could only manage a weak, “Please...” before he brushed the books and paper onto the floor and pushed me face down on the hard surface. The edge of the desk caught me about waist high.
Jerome then walked to the chalkboard in back of the desk. I should have tried to run for the door but I was petrified with fear.
The tears were still running down my face and falling on the hard desktop. I avoided looking at the black youth as he walked back around the desk. He was directly behind me and I was noticeably trembling with dread.
“I expect you to obey me. You have displeased me. Do you have anything you wish to say?” he questioned.
Although, on hindsight, I am sure I should have taken control of the rapidly deteriorating situation. I was a thirty five year old white teacher that allowed a teenage rude black youth to fondle me; insert his vile finger into my mouth and drape me over my own desk as if I was an old worn out coat.
Unfortunately ... the facts were that I was trembling in total submission. I was never a strong person ... I was always afraid ... of my father; of my husband ... of the Principal ... and now ... Totally Terrified of a fourteen year old muscular black boy.
So ... when he asked if I had anything to say I meekly sobbed, “I’m sorry...”
His cutting laugh tore throughout my soul. He was mocking me. His laughter was ridiculing me.
“Lift the hem of your skirt. It’s time for your spanking,” he brusquely ordered.
“No ... My God NO!” I nearly screamed.
The first stroke from the hard yardstick burned through my dark blue skirt to my tender asscheeks. The second stroke concentrated on only the left cheek. The next several landed at random and set my ass on fire. What had previously been only a few isolated tears became a torrent. I gripped the edge of the desk with my hands knowing out of instinct to not protect my now reddened and painful ass.