Chapter 3

The pictures came out great and were perfect source material for more masturbation fantasies. After finally expending myself half a dozen times, I drifted off to sleep with a contented look on my face. This year was turning out to be the best year ever.

Wednesday morning came all too soon as I roused myself out of bed and prepared for another day of school. Checking my schedule, I saw that I didn't have Ms. O'Hare until second period in the afternoon. That was fine with me as it would give her time to stew over our next meeting and to work herself up into a tizzy.

Checking my bag one last time to ensure I had all of the supplies I would need for the day, I trotted off to school.

The morning went fairly quickly, but as we got closer to lunch, time began to drag. Fortunately, Lisa's squad was practising over the lunch hour so I had something to pass the time with.

When Ms. O'Hare's science class finally rolled around I was like a 6 year old having a birthday. I could barely contain my excitement. Halfway through class, Ms. O'Hare stopped lecturing and gave the class the rest of the period to work on their projects. While everyone got immersed in their work, I quietly slid out of my seat and approached Ms. O'Hare's desk.

With a nervous glance at me, she whispered, "Yes, Mr. Drake?"

Not saying anything I simply handed her a piece of paper which read:

Pull your skirt up and show me your cunt.

I want to make sure you are not wearing panties.

DO IT NOW.

With a shocked look on her face, she whispered, "Please not here Mr. Drake."

Again, I didn't say a thing. I just stared at her with a hard expression on my face. It was exactly as I had expected her to react.

After several moments of uncomfortable silence, her shoulders sagged in defeat and dropping her gaze, she began trying to innocuously pull her skirt up her legs to expose herself to me. She continued to glance furtively about the room, praying no one was watching what was going on. At last she had it high enough for me to see that she was still wearing her panties. I had to fight from yelling out a triumphant 'Yes', as I had been hoping she would have disobeyed one of my orders.

With a disgusted look on my face, I shook my head back and forth very slowly to show her how displeased I was with her.

A panicked look shot across her face as she realized the mistake she'd made, and knew that there would be consequences. Unsure of what they would be, she began to silently plead, "Please Mr. Drake. I'm sorry, I forgot. I didn't mean to wear to them, I'm sorry, please forgive me Mr. Drake."

Saying only, "3:30 pm today", I turned around and went back to my seat, secretly excited at knowing everything was going according to plan. Looking to my right, I spent the rest of the class watching Lisa quietly working on her project. If everything went according to plan, I would not only be owning my teacher, but also the girl of my dreams.

3:30pm couldn't come soon enough in my eyes, but I'm sure it came too soon for Ms. O'Hare. She was sitting nervously in her chair, fidgeting with her hands as I walked into the classroom, closing the door behind me (and locking it this time).

"Just when I thought you were learning whore, you disappoint me again," I said angrily.

"I'm sorry Mr. Drake..." she began, trying to plead her way out of it.

"I don't want to hear it whore," I interjected. "You are going to learn very quickly that there will be consequences for disobeying me. And today is going to be one of those days."

"Get up and stand in front of me."

She hastened to comply.

"Now take off your clothes and put them on the desk."

When she wasn't moving fast enough, I barked, "Get a move on whore, I don't have all fucking day."

Spurred on by this, she increased her pace until she was once again naked in front of me. Even though this was the third time I'd seen her without clothes, it still brought my cock to instant attention. One thing different about today though, was that Becky had actually obeyed my first command yesterday and had indeed shaved all of her pubic hair off. Her pussy was as bare as a baby's bottom. What an erotic sight it is to have your teacher standing before you naked with a newly shaved pussy. A part of me still thought this all had to be a dream.

"OK, Becky. Up until this point, your infractions have been dealt with via a warning. From now on, for each infraction, you will be punished - quite severely. You will learn to obey me - without question or hesitation. Failure to do so will result in punishment again. You have a lot to make up for, and I will not be a kind master."

She began to shake her head and was going to speak when I said, "If at anytime you don't want to play by my rules, then our deal is off, and these pictures get sent to everyone in this town, including the police. You'll have your own website. Maybe we'll call it 'rebecca ohare is a whore dot com'. How does that sound to you?"

"Please..." she pleaded, looking as if she was about to start crying.

"Decide now Becky. You either submit to me, or we let the world know the real Becky O'Hare."

After several moments of thought, she appeared to reach a decision. Mumbling meekly, she replied, "I'll do as you ask."

"Smart decision. I guess you're not as dumb as you look, whore," I replied sarcastically.

There it was again, that hurt expression. I couldn't understand why my comments were affecting her in that manner. I expected them to make her angry or to make her resist. But I certainly wasn't expecting a hurt reaction and such a compliant attitude.

"Let's look at those big old saggy tits, shall we? Hold them up for me," I ordered. With shaking hands she reached for her breasts, and cupping them underneath, lifted them up for display.

As my teacher held her tits out for me, I reached out and began to play with each one. The skin was so smooth and soft, yet they remained firm to the touch. I was positively in heaven as I played with them. At first I just ran my hands over each one, but then I began to focus on those perky little nipples of hers. They were already hard as rock and jutting proudly from each mound. They just begged to be pinched and pulled. Grabbing each nipple between finger and thumb, I began to slowly apply increasing pressure. As I increased the pressure, I also began to pull them out from the body and to twist them slightly.

Soon her face was a mask of pain and she was pleading with me to stop. "Unnhhhh... Please no more. Please stop."

Sensing I had reached a limit, I slowly released the pressure and watched the blood flow back into each tortured nipple. I would have plenty of time later to continue torturing those beautiful breasts.

"Face your desk," I ordered next.

She turned about and stood facing her desk. I could see a slight tremor in her body as she nervously waited to hear my next order.

"Bend forward until your upper body is lying across the desk. Now spread your legs... Wider than that whore. Don't make me say it again," I threatened. She quickly shuffled her feet even wider apart until her ass and shaven pussy were spread completely open.

Reaching into my bag and retrieving the roll of duct tape, I walked up to the desk and stood beside her naked body. I lightly ran one hand up and down her arched back, circling my fingers in the small of her back. Goose bumps quickly appeared. After caressing her back for several moments, I grabbed her panties in my other hand and walked around to the other side of her desk to stand at her head.

"Because you disobeyed me, you are now going to be punished. I am going to warn you though that this punishment is going to be very painful. As I have no wish to hear you whining and crying, as I'm sure you will be, I will have to gag you." A panicked look flashed across her face at hearing this. "I think it only fitting that your gag be the offending pair of underwear you chose to wear against my wishes." And with that, I balled up the underwear she had been wearing all day, and stuffed it into her mouth. To hold it there, I tore off a piece of duct tape and placed it across the opening of her mouth. Gagged in this fashion, I was assured of near silence. She could only make muffled whimpering and whining sounds.

Her eyes were round as saucers as I proceeded with the next order, "Grab onto the edge of the desk at either side of your body." The desk was wide enough that only her head hung over the edge. Grabbing a handful of hair I yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at me with her frightened eyes. (Is that also excitement I see?) "Listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this once. Those hands are to remain exactly as they are. If they move, or you let go, for ANY reason, then your punishment will only get worse, and I may be forced to tie you down. Do you understand this, my little cocksucker?"

With my hand still holding her head back, she could only nod her head slightly and mumble a muffled, "mmhhmm".

A stern, "Don't disappoint me whore," before I released her hair. Stepping back I reached into my pocket and took out my camera again.

-CLICK-

-CLICK-

Putting the camera back into my shirt pocket, I walked quickly around behind her and stood staring at her magnificent ass and pussy. Her legs were wide enough apart that her ass cheeks were well spread exposing her puckered little asshole. Her pussy lips were opened as well, and now clearly visible without any of that hair to get in the way. The urge to begin playing with it was strong, but I didn't want her to have any pleasure just yet. So reaching into my bag again, I pulled out a 12 inch plastic ruler I had brought from home. It was solid enough to hurt when hit with it, but it was also flexible enough to bend with each strike, and did not have any sharp edges or corners to accidentally cut the flesh with.

A final warning to my now terrified teacher. "The punishment is about to begin. Remember your instructions. Do not move from that position until I tell you to." And without any further warning, I brought the ruler down hard squarely upon her right ass cheek.

-SMACK-

"Mmmmmmm..." she screamed through her gag, as her ass cheeks clenched from the pain.

Not wanting to give her time to recuperate, I began to methodically beat both ass cheeks with the ruler.

-SMACK, SMACK, SMACK-

All that could be heard from Becky, at first, were muffled, "uuuunnnhhhhh, mmmmmmmm, oooooohhhhhhh." But after a while, the sounds coming from Becky began to change and became more of a grunting sound. I also noticed as time wore on, and the darker her ass became, that after each smack her ass cheeks would clench momentarily from the pain, but then she would immediately thrust her ass back out for the next hit.

If I didn't know any better, I'd almost think she was enjoying this.

After a time, I finally stopped the spanking and stood back to admire my handiwork (and to catch my breath). Her once flawless ass cheeks and upper thighs were now a dark splotchy red, and numerous lines from the edges of the ruler could be seen in her flesh almost as if she had been pinstriped. But amazingly, her hands were still in position. Her ass seemed to have a mind of its own as it continued to gently rock back and forth, as if she was begin fucked by an invisible intruder. Pulling out the camera, I snapped a couple more photos of my handiwork.

-CLICK-

-CLICK-

Stepping back up to her ass, I then prepared to deliver the final blows of her punishment. With one hand I reached down and attempted to spread her ass cheeks as far as they would go. "You've been a naughty little slut and deserved to be punished." And then I brought the ruler down hard right on her asshole.