Chapter 1

Amy Robertson had just turned 17 years old and was in her sophomore year of high school. And even though she was an attractive girl with a very cute face, five foot tall, a hundred pounds with a very appealing 34-26-30 frame, Amy had a problem. A secret she didn’t reveal to anyone. Amy was a nymphomaniac. She looked, dressed, and acted like a slut, and she made no qualms about telling anyone who asked that she had been with several of the boys in school. After all, she flirted with anyone who caught her eye. Guys, girls, teachers – it didn’t matter to her. Amy was an easy piece ... she had gotten the unofficial title of “the student body”!

One particularly hot and sticky afternoon, Amy sat at the cafeteria lunch table, staring at her food. She didn’t want to eat, and she couldn’t get her biology class off of her mind. She’d had the hots for her teacher since the start of school, and knew that today she would have to sit through another of his classes somehow. Arriving at the classroom, she saw the movie projector set up. Mr. Cramer, her handsome 35 year old biology teacher, stood at his desk.

“Everyone please take your seat. I want to get this movie going and we don’t have much time,” he said. When the class had sat down, he started the projector and turned down the lights, taking his seat next to the projector.

As the projector started up, the class gave a collective groan. It was the same worn-out 1960’s era sex education movie that everyone had seen so many times before!

So while the movie droned on and some of the kids doodled in their notebooks or fell asleep on their desks, Amy looked over at her teacher and daydreamed. Her hand found its way down between her legs and lifting her short, tight skirt, she began playing with herself privately.

She secretively looked around at the students around her and, noting that no one was paying much attention, she scooted down in her seat and opened her legs up a bit more. She began fingering her always hungry pussy and toying with her swollen clit.

Amy laid her head on the desk as she brought herself to climax. She was surprised at herself for being so quiet about it. Her juices soaked into her jacket that she was sitting on. She was really enjoying herself when she looked up and noticed Mr. Cramer looking at her sternly.

She knew that Mr. Cramer had caught her playing with herself. She was just glad it was during the movie they were watching in class and nobody else noticed her. After the bell rung and everyone was filing out of the classroom, Mr. Cramer touched her on the shoulder.

“Miss Robertson, may I have a word with you?” he said.

Mr. Cramer had a free period right after the biology class so when all the kids had left the room, he quietly shut the door.

“Miss Robertson, you many think you got away with something here today because no one caught you. But I caught you. I know what you were doing ... you were masturbating in class. Did you enjoy yourself, little lady?”

“I ... I...” she stammered.

“Indeed. Now we have to determine what we will do about this matter. I have a few options available to me ... some of them you will not like.”

“O ... options, Mr. Cramer?”

“That’s right. Options. Such as I could tell the principal and you would be suspended. Which going by your grades, would mean another year of high school just to get enough credits to graduate. That is, if they let you back in school at all! Or I could tell your parents about your school activities, and I am certain that option is not appealing to you either.”

“No! Please!”

“That is what I thought. The third option – and one I think will benefit us both, is that you agree to become my personal slut ... a job that you seem uniquely qualified for!”

“Your slut, Mr. Cramer? What do you mean?”

“Miss Robertson. Can we be candid for a moment? You come to school dressed like some kind of punk prostitute. You flaunt your pretty little ass and tits in everyone’s face and flirt with anyone and everyone that so much as smiles at you – including me. Do you not think that such behavior goes unnoticed here at Wilkinson High? Many are the conversations we have had in the teacher’s lounge about student dress, and your name always seems to come up during those conversations. Why do you think that is?”

“I ... I...”

“Precisely, Miss Robertson. You are a slut. Or more to the point you act like a slut. From the scuttlebutt I have been able to gather, you pretty much admit to, let’s see if I can remember how the kids put it ... being ‘as easy to lay as a rug’. Isn’t that about the truth of the matter?”

Amy was embarrassed beyond words. Faced with the fact that she was caught masturbating and now her insatiable need was now going to have unwanted consequences, she blushed and looked away from her teachers accusation.

“I am waiting, miss.”

“Y ... yes Sir,” she said, choking on her words.

“So is this the reputation you want at this school? Do you enjoy being the school tramp?” he asked, pausing to let the words wrap around Miss Robertson’s mind.

“I’m sorry, Sir ... I just can’t help myself,” she said. The words made her put her face in her hands and begin sobbing.

“Are your parents aware of your, shall we say, exaggerated sexual desires? Have you talked to the counselors here at school or to anyone else about it?” he asked.

“Oh no, Sir! I could never tell my parents about this. My mom would die of shame!” Amy said quickly.

“Well, what about the counselors here at the school – they are bound to confidence. Your parents would never need to find out about this.”

“Mr Cramer, Thank you for trying to help, but counselors and psychiatrists just tell me I shouldn’t feel this way. They say that I should learn to have more respect for myself, blah, blah blah. They don’t help, they just make me feel worse about myself. Which makes me want sex all the more, just so I can feel like somebody cares about me.

“You see, Sir, I was seeing a psychiatrist for awhile. He thought it was a deep-seated need for acceptance because my father left us when I was little. Every since then, he says, I have had a need for a male figure in my life. And because my Mom was busy working and trying to have her own life, I grew up pretty much on my own.”

He sat there on the edge of his desk for a moment while she talked.

“I see, Amy. You certainly haven’t had the ideal childhood, and I am sorry for that. However, I can’t allow this kind of behavior to go on. You were lucky this time, Miss Robertson, that I am the only one who caught you. Had other students seen what you were doing, your options now would be extremely limited,” he said.

“Yes Sir,” she said. Amy stood there in front of her teacher with her head lowered and tears running down her face. She kept her hands behind her back and waited trembling, unsure what would happen to her, but fearing the worst.

“Now then. What will it be, Miss Robertson? The principal’s office, a call to your parents, or are you going for door # 3 and become my slut?”

“What would I have to do as your slut?”

“Anything and everything I tell you, my dear,” he said, stroking her wet cheek. His hand slipped down her neck to the front of her low cut and tantalizingly revealing blouse, and his fingers traced the edge down further. Then, just before he reached her ample tits, he pulled away, his finger leaving a burning trail of desire on her flesh.

“You see my dear, I too suffer from a similar need for companionship. I have not been in this town all that long, and my work doesn’t lend itself well to social activities. I am too old for the younger set, and the women my age are usually divorced and are not really anxious to get involved in another relationship. So my social life – and more to the point here, my sex life – suffers. I figured that we could both help each other out,” he said.

Amy knew that she didn’t want to have another year of high school. All her friends would have graduated and she would be left behind. No senior prom, no graduation with her friends, no celebratory parties. She also knew that telling her mother was out of the question. Mr. Cramer didn’t know her mother real well, but she would not take this sort of news easily!

She was in a real fix. She had no easy way out, it was just a matter of which way would do the least amount of damage! Two options could have long lasting and catastrophic effects on her future and the last one, well she may have a high sex drive but she wasn’t a whore! However, he was a teacher and she did find him attractive. After all, she was daydreaming about him when she was masturbating! She made her decision.

“Okay, I’ll be your slut, Mr. Cramer. I don’t have much of a choice.”

“It would seem not.”

“So, how long do I need to do this?”

“As long as I say. Until you have shown me that you are not going to do this sort of thing in my class again. Do you realize the trouble you could have gotten me in had anyone else seen you? I would have lost my job, my tenure, and my retirement from the school district!”

“I ... didn’t know.”

“We don’t have time to go into the particulars of your new job now. But I want you to be in here tomorrow after school, and we will go over all that then. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And if you are somehow thinking about skipping out, well I will be forced to use BOTH option #1 and option #2!” he said.

Amy left the classroom a lot wiser than she entered that day. The rest of that day was a clouded blur to her. All she could do was think about what Mr. Cramer had told her and what possible things he had in mind for her. “Anything and everything” covered a pretty wide area of possibilities!

But judging by the way he looked at her and his touch (let alone the subject matter!), she had a pretty good idea of what he was considering. And frankly, she was scared of the whole idea. Up to this point, she had been the one in charge – she would be the one to say who got into her pants and when. But now Mr. Cramer was in the driver’s seat and she would be at his beck and call. This put a spin on things that Amy wasn’t sure she liked just yet!

That night, Amy had dreams of Mr. Cramer and what she thought she may be facing the following day. Erotic, sexy dreams that had her frightened, yet strangely turned on beyond anything she had ever experienced. She found herself playing with her pussy as she laid in bed that night, thinking of him and what she imagined would happen.

As she strummed her soaked pussy with her hand, her imagination conjured up images of her on his desk, her legs splayed widely as Mr. Cramer had his way with her young, tight, pussy. She imagined what it would feel like to have him take her, to have him inside her, and to feel his cock stretching her and filling her completely.

The next day at school would prove to be a difficult one. She watched the clock as it slowly moved towards 3:30 and the end of the school day. She didn’t have biology class that day, but she knew that today would be different. She was going to have biology today, but not the same sort of biology that she was used to! She made it through most of the day – how she didn’t know – and she had two classes left when she decided she couldn’t take it anymore.

Amy had five minutes left before the bell rang for her to go to her next class. She put her books away in her hallway locker and ran to the girls bathroom. Luckily, nobody was in there and she could relieve herself of her built up frustration. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment.

She thought about what Mr. Cramer had told her yesterday. About how she looked and acted like a slut. She was a little bit ashamed of the fact she was a nymphomaniac. She really was just a girl wanting to fit in. She wanted what most young girls want ... to find a guy, fall in love, get married, and live happily ever after. But things hadn’t worked out that way. Now she was to become a slut for her teacher!

She began to get horny thinking about the upcoming meeting with Mr. Cramer and finally discovering what she would be required to do as his slut. She shut herself in a stall that she thought would be a safe distance from the door in case she made too much noise. She pulled her skirt up to reveal her shaven pussy (she didn’t bother to wear panties anymore) and settled herself on the toilet inside.

She was already glistening wet with the excitement of doing something so naughty, so her fingers easily slipped into her pussy. The thoughts going through her head were unbelievably arousing. All she could think about was the meeting with Mr. Cramer after school. She knew exactly why he wanted her to stay after, and he couldn’t deny it. He told her not to be late to his classroom...

Amy’s fingers massaged her clit and she began to rub her pussy with two fingers, speeding up quickly, constantly listening for any one that might wander in. Amy felt so dirty and so slutty there, masturbating in her high school bathroom! She soon began to moan, and the more she moaned, the more excited she got. She fantasized about Mr. Cramer, and her fantasies caused her to moan even more.

She had to bite her lip to stifle the noise and keep from getting too loud. Her fingers flew over her swollen clit and she rammed them deep into her sopping pussy. Very soon, she could feel an orgasm coming on, and it quickly rippled through her body, sending shivers through her thighs and up her spine. She continued to masturbate, shoving her fingers in and out of her pussy as her juices poured all over the toilet.

Her excitement began to increase again and once more she began to moan, getting louder by the second, exciting her even more. Her second orgasm hit her even harder than the first one and she bit down on her lip hard as the spasms of her orgasm washed over her. She tried desperately not to make noise but her body was jerked and twisted as she came and the toilet let out an occasional squeak as she writhed on it.

She sat on the toilet for several minutes as the last of her convulsions passed and more juices flowed from her saturated pussy. Satisfied for now, she straightened up her rumpled outfit and washed her face, reapplying her makeup and settled in to wait until school let out. She stayed in the bathroom during the last two classes of the day.

Finally the last bell rang to dismiss everybody. She knew everybody would leave quickly and the halls would be deserted. She took her time walking to his classroom, which was on the opposite side of the huge school.

She arrived at his room and he was standing right outside of the door, waiting for her. Nobody else was in the school, except for the janitors, but they had already cleaned this side of the school while she took her time getting there. She walked past him, going into the room and set her stuff on a desk in the front row. She hopped up on the edge of his desk and dangled her legs off the side.

Mr. Cramer looked back and forth down the long hallway and walked in the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. They were lucky his classroom door didn’t have a window, and his room didn’t have windows or any connecting doors. She stared at him as he walked towards her, her heart was going crazy. He stood in front of her as she sat on the edge of the desk, they held eye contact for a few moments. He lifted his hand to her cheek and lightly caressed it, she turned her face and looked down, blushing and giggling.

“You little tease...” he whispered, grabbing her by the chin and lifting her face to his. “You know exactly what you do to me. I know you saw me watching you in class yesterday. Were you wanting me to catch you?” He took a step forward and got between her legs, pressing his crotch against her bare pussy under her skirt. “I watched you as you played with yourself. You were too engrossed in what you were doing to notice but I saw everything. It was quite ... entertaining.”

She closed her eyes and let out a little moan, her pussy was getting wetter by the moment. She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, her bottom lip trembled, she wanted him to kiss her. She spread her legs wider and raised her eyebrow at him, biting her bottom lip.

“I see,” he said, stopping suddenly. “Well before we get into that, there’s another matter we need to take care of.” Mr. Cramer went around to the side of his desk and picked up his briefcase, setting it on the seat of his chair and opening it. He reached in and pulled out a long piece of plywood, an inch and a half wide and twenty four inches long. It had a small handle at one end and what looked like ruler markings along its length.

“Have you ever been to Catholic school, Miss Robertson?”

“No, Sir.”

“Well I spent five years in Catholic school. And I mean the “old school” Catholic school, Miss Robertson. Complete with the mean Sister who used a ruler on wayward children. I remember that ruler well. And I have recreated it here – with a few twists of my own! This ruler will not break when used and it is slightly heavier and more effective on an errant ass.

“W-WHAT!!” Amy retorted.

“That’s right, Miss Robertson. You are going to start off your new job as my slut, with a little ‘motivational retraining’. We have to approach this with the right frame of mind you know!” he said.

“You ... you can’t do that!” she said, shocked.

“Oh?” Mr. Cramer bent her over the front edge of his large desk. “We’ll see about that. Now grab the edge of the desk and do not move your hands. If you do, we will just have to start all over.”

She did as she was told, not believing what was happening to her. He hoisted her skirt up over her back, exposing her naked white ass. He gently rubbed her white firm flesh and Amy moaned in spite of herself. His caress felt soo good...

SMACK! The “ruler” landed solidly on her right ass cheek. Amy squealed and tried to stand upright, but he was ready for her and shoved her back down onto the desktop.

“I thought I told you to grab the edge of the desk and not to move. Guess that one doesn’t count!” he said.

SMACK! Again the ruler fell – this time across her left ass cheek. A bright red mark remained from where the ruler landed.

“Yeeeowch!” Amy squealed again, “Please Mr. Cramer! Please don’t!”

“Your pleas and crying aren’t going to help you, Miss Robertson. You have been very bad and could have cost me my job! Now you are going to be punished soundly!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Six hard swats in quick succession landed on Amy’s bare ass. She didn’t have a chance to scream or even try to get away. She just laid across the table with her back arched, open-mouthed and wide eyed until she found her voice.

“YEEEEEOOWWWWWW! OH, PLEASE Mr. Cramer! Please! I’ll be good!” she pleaded.

“I’m sure you will, Miss Robertson. But we are not finished just yet.”

With his left hand he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. “Take off your blouse!” he commanded her.

“WHAT? Oh NO! Mr. Cramer, PLEASE!” she tried once more to stand, to run off, but Mr. Cramer held her tightly.

“Do you want me to just forget all this and go straight to your mother and the principal? I’m sure they would be MOST interested in what you have been up to!”

“N-no ... Sir...” Amy put her face in her hands and sobbed. She knew she had to go through with whatever this man wanted to do to her. Her mother would be so pissed at her ... her school career would be over – they don’t give out many scholarships to girls who try to seduce the teachers! She’d be lucky to even graduate high school.

And without even a high school diploma, she would be stuck work at a local burger joint forever! No, she had made this bed herself ... now she was going to have to sleep in it! She just hoped it wouldn’t take long for him to tire of her and let her off. She did as he said and removed her top, then her bra, freeing up her ample tits for his use and pleasure...

His right hand found its way up to her now exposed tits, pinching and pulling her left nipple. His hand traveled from her tit, back down her stomach, then her thigh, then back up to her soaking pussy. He pushed her backwards onto her back on the desk.

“You better keep those hands down at your sides. I don’t want any interference from you,” he warned.

He knelt in front of her exposed, wet pussy, and breathed in her scent, feeling the heat radiating from it. He let out a low, deep growl and slowly licked up and down her slit, making her gasp and moan. He slowly let his tongue make its way between her pussy lips, finding her sensitive clitoris. He swirled his tongue around it slowly, pressing harder, slipping a finger into her pussy. He felt how tight she was.

“So you want to be a slut, huh? Well, I’m gonna make you my little slut. I am going to make you my own little slave slut. You are going to be my plaything until I am tired of you. You want to play the part of a slut, well here’s your chance.

“You are going to come to my classroom when I want, to my home when I want, and you’re going to do what I want. You are going to be at my beck and call whenever and wherever I want you. And when I call you, you had better show up ready for me. Because if you don’t...”

He shoved another finger into her tight pussy, thrusting in and out of it. She moaned, feeling it stretch around his fingers. She writhed and wiggled as his hand and tongue brought her to a powerful orgasm. Her pussy clenched tight around his fingers, her back arched and she tightened her fists, letting out her moans and screams as her juices flooded out and covered his face and hand. He pulled his hand away and brought it to her mouth. Her juices dripped onto her lips, she opened her mouth and sucked his fingers clean.

He quickly flipped her onto her stomach, her legs still dangling over the edge of the desk. He spread her ass cheeks and licked from her soaked pussy, up to her ass crack, circling his tongue around her asshole. She moaned as he did and pushed her ass backwards, he grinned at her actions. He pressed his tongue into her asshole, slowly pushing it in and out and squeezing her ass cheeks. Her pussy quivered and she moaned louder, gasping between her words

“Mr. Cramer ... please,” she moaned. He pulled his mouth away from her ass, still squeezing her ass cheeks.

“What is it Amy? Tell me what you want,” he coaxed her.

She moaned again and pushed her ass up. “Please fuck me ... please? I need it...” He rolled her over on her back and stood up between her legs. He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and boxers down with one push. His rock hard cock bounced out, he grabbed it and rubbed it up and down her wet slit.

“Is this what you want, Amy? Tell me where you want it.”

“Please, Mr. Cramer ... I want your cock in my pussy. I want you to fuck me. Please...” She moaned and tried pulling him forward. Instead he slapped her left tit hard, his hand making the white globe sting and pink up and causing her to gasp again.

He grabbed the girl by the hair and dragged her off the desk and onto the floor. She landed on all fours and he hauled her upright on her knees.

She looked up at him with wide, glazed eyes. She waited for his cue and when he nodded, she knew what was expected of her. She opened her pretty little pink lips, letting her tongue slide out just enough to lick the tip of his stiff hard cock. Stifling a moan, her eyes rolled back for just a moment as she tasted his cock for the first time.