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The Figure held his next belt, hoping it would provide days, weeks, even years of entertainment. The Figure never could tell. It just had to deposit the belt in the mortal world and see what would happen once it reached the “right” person.

This belt was black leather with a silver buckle that read, “Best Teacher.”

It moved through the department store, hardly noticed by the mortals. It glided between them, brimming with eager excitement. Darcy would shop here. She was perfect to get this belt to the right person. The Figure left it hanging from a rack of other belts.

The Figure slipped away and passed back through the Mist to its lair to watch the fun. Darcy came along shortly after. When she saw the belt, she gasped, “This is perfect for Mr. Miller!”

She grabbed it and threw it in her basket with some other stuff. When she checked out, neither she nor the board cashier noticed that the belt didn’t ring up at all. Darcy paid for her stuff and was out the door with a bounce to her step.

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Jack Miller

“Thank you for being the best teacher, Mr. Miller,” Darcy said as she thrust out a box at me. The fourteen-year-old girl was in my first-period class. I taught Math here at Rogers High School. The blonde and cute student flashed me a smile. “It’s a belt. I hope you like it.”

It felt so weird to take a present from a student. I smiled politely and said, “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

She beamed at me before the fourteen-year-old freshman darted out of the classroom with the other students that were filing out. I glanced at the box in my hand then set it down on the desk. I glanced at the open door, hoping this wouldn’t become something that could get me fired.

I was a male teacher. I was always wary of anything that could get me in trouble.

I set the box down on my desk and frowned. A belt? I glanced at it again. It did make me curious. The last of the students of my pre-algebra class was gone. I picked up the box again. It was a simple thing, black, and lacked a bow. That was good. I bit my lip and opened it.

The belt was folded up a few times. The buckle on top read “Best Teacher.” I blinked, suddenly touched by the gesture. This pang washed across my heart. I rubbed at my chest, tears in my eyes. Best teacher? She really thought that of me? I tried to make learning math fun. I knew it was a chore for a lot of students. And they had to take at least a few years of it.

Not like my more advanced class.

I pulled the belt out and headed out of my classroom. My second-period class would be coming in, but they could stay out of trouble for a few minutes without me to supervise them. I headed out of the classroom, plunging into the crowded halls.

I moved through the students. I received friendly grins from past ones while others hurried by like they hoped I wouldn’t notice them and stop them. I kept moving through them to the bathroom. I passed a few of my fellow teachers just standing out of their classrooms. Some liked to do that to monitor the students.

This was high school. Things could happen here that were not appropriate.

One of those teachers was Helen Teller. She was a new math teacher. Young and bright, her red hair such a fetching shade. She had green eyes that were accentuated by her glasses, and a girlish face dotted with freckles. She looked almost a student herself save for the fact she wore a skirt and blouse. I wanted to say high to her, but all I managed was a wave as the tide of students moving down the hall carried me along.

She smiled back at me.

I wanted to ask her out. She made my heart flutter with excitement. I gripped the belt, wishing I had a chance to talk to her. The middle of the crowded hallway wasn’t the place to ask her out on a date. Or even to flirt with her. Not in front of the students.

I darted into the bathroom, gripping the belt. A tingle raced up my arm. An excitement to speak with her. She was such a gorgeous woman. I had a weakness for redheads. And she was cute. I felt good as I headed into the bathroom and one of the stalls.

I took off the brown belt I wore and threaded on the new one. It whisked through my belt loops. I loved the feel of it going around my waist. A smile spread on my lips as I worked it on. I hummed to myself as I slid the belt around the loops then cinched it tight. When the silver tongue went through the hole to keep it closed, a shiver ran through me.

Every hair stood up on my body. I gasped at the electric current that ran over my arm. I shivered and shook my head. I finished thrusting the excess belt through my loop. It fit pretty well. Hardly much material leftover like it was made to fit me.

I blinked and stepped out of the stall. I headed for the sink to wash my hands. I didn’t use the restroom, but I didn’t want students to think that I didn’t care about hygiene or anything. I thrust my hands in the water, the tingling sensation fading across my body.

“Hey, Mr. Miller,” a student said in a bright and friendly manner.

“Uh, hi,” I said, remembering the boy from last year but not his name. I was so bad with names. When I taught a hundred different students a day and only for a few months at a time, well, I had enough trouble with my current students.

“Mr. Miller, how’s it going?” another boy asked as he stepped up to the sink to comb his hair.

“Good, good,” I said, bemused. There wasn’t a lot of talk in the men’s room.

I dried my hands and headed to the door. Another kid named Mark came in, his ears looking too big on his head. He was in my last class I taught of the day. “Sup, Mr. Miller. “How’s it going?”

“Eh, fine, fine,” I said and passed by him. I headed into the hall.

Before, the students just ignored me. Now they were all glancing at me, nodding their heads, greeting me by name. They parted around me, too. No more jostling down the crowded hall. It wasn’t like I was diseased. More like they were excited to see me and to make sure I was passing by just fine.

That was so weird.

“Hi, Mr. Miller,” a brunette girl named Tamera said as she passed me. She was in my fifth-period class. “I got that homework done. I had a few questions.”

“We’ll talk about them in class,” I said, smiling at her.

“I hope you won’t be disappointed in me,” she called as she swept by.

“I promise, I won’t,” I told her. I had taught too many students for me to be disappointed by their answers to math questions. I had seen it all. Especially when they had to unlearn all that insane Common Core math to learn how to do it properly.

I didn’t see Ms. Teller on the way back. I sighed and headed into my classroom. My next class was already gathering in there. They were a bright group of students, pre-calculus, and here because they wanted to take more advanced math. Mostly seniors, they were all smiling at me.

“Good morning, Mr. Teller,” some of the students said as they saw me. That was something they never did.

“Eh, good morning,” I said, taken aback by it. Everyone was acting so strange this morning. “How’d everyone’s weekend go?”

“Mine was great, Mr. Teller,” said Janet. She was a redhead, too. My fatal weakness. She sat in the front row, her green eyes bright and attentive. “I love that belt, Mr. Teller. It’s so fitting for you.”

“Thanks,” I said, trying not to be disarmed by her youthful charms. At seventeen, she was gorgeous. She was bright and sexy all at the same time, wearing a pair of jeans that hugged her legs. They looked so lush and delicious. “I, uh, just got it. As a gift.”

“I wish I had thought to give it to you,” she said. “But you’re definitely the best teacher. Right, guys?”

“That’s right,” said Vanessa. She was another cutie, but not a devastating redhead like Janet. I had to remember these were still underage girls. It was illegal and unethical for me to do anything with them. I had to push their attractiveness out of my mind. And hoped that I didn’t develop a hardon.

“I think you’re an awesome teacher,” said Lisa. She had a bright smile on her face for once. “Not just the best teacher.”

“You’re great, Mr. Miller,” said Kelli while the girl sitting next to her, Rhonda, nodded.

The girls were especially focused on me, but the guys were agreeing, too. This was so surreal. What happened to my students. It was like some Stepford thing. They were all so bright-eyed for a Monday morning. It took me a moment to gather my thoughts and get into my lesson.

The class hung on my words. It was so strange to have them so attentive and focused on my lessons. I was thrilled, of course, that they wanted to learn, but shocked by how much they were actually listening to me. There usually was someone that was drifting off on a Monday morning.

I held their focus for the entire class. They worked on problems. I went over their homework and corrected a few mistakes. I explained what they did wrong. They were all so excited that I was teaching them the right way.

When I dismissed them, they all filed out, saying, “Goodbye, Mr. Miller. Have a great day.” Or something to that. Especially the girls. Janet was so cute with those green eyes and rosy flush to her cheeks. My dick lurched as she purred, “Have a great day, Mr. Miller.”

“Yeah, you, too,” I said, my heart beating. The sort of thoughts I shouldn’t have about underage girls shot through me. I could go to jail. I had to remember that.

My next class was an algebra class. My most problematic student was in there. The others came filing in with their bright eyes. Like my last class, they all seemed eager to be here. This was a required course. They weren’t here as an elective, so it was strange how eager they were.

“Sup, Mr. Miller,” said Damien, one of the members of the football team, said. He had a swagger to him, but his smile was friendly. “Looking forward to learning today. Going to get those orders of operations down.”

“Yeah,” I said, more than a little stunned by his eagerness. He was on the edge of losing his spot on the team for his poor performance in my class. Just barely staying above a C.
But he wasn’t my problematic student.

“Hey, Mr. Miller,” Chrissy said, a big smile on the fifteen-year-old girl’s lips as she sauntered by. She wore a tight skirt that hugged her ass. I swallowed, that heat rising. Girls dressed even sluttier today than when I had been in high school fifteen years ago.

Then she walked in. Veronica. She had black hair and big breasts her tight crop top emphasized. She swept into the room knowing that every guy would stare at her. The skirt she wore was way too short, but she got away with it. Somehow. She was a year older than the other students, having to retake the class.

She sauntered by, her skirt swishing and swirling. She wore heeled boots that clicked as she walked by. She was a brat, and her mother was a bitch. Veronica just didn’t take this seriously. She didn’t give a shit about math.

“Veronica, I expect better after last Friday’s quiz,” I said to her as she walked by my desk. I held up her paper. It had 27 written in red and circled. It was only twenty-five questions. She barely got any of them right. “This is going to flunk you out of school.”

I expected the snarky eye roll. The sneer. The utter disdain for math that always came from her gorgeous face. She stopped before my desk and stared at the problem. She licked her plump, red lips then flicked her blue eyes to me. A shiver ran through her.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Miller,” she said, this breathy heat in her voice. “I will really, really try harder. I promise. I won’t let you down.”

I frowned, suspicious. Was she mocking me? Was this some new way on her part to try to make fun of me? She seemed so genuine, but this wasn’t like the bratty girl that would sneak out her phone or just stare off into the air for the entire hour.

“You are really going to try?” I asked, not hiding my doubt.

“I want to try,” she said, her large, perky tits jiggling as she shifted before me. Her nipples poked at the purple material. God, was she even wearing a bra? It didn’t seem like it. Heat broke out across me as she cooed, “I really, really want to impress you, Mr. Miller.” She licked her lips. “Maybe… you could give me a few points. During lunch.”

I was so shocked, I said, “Sure,” before I realized the dangerous ground I was on. A one-on-one with a female student. That was a recipe for getting fired. But she seemed like she wanted to get better. How could I turn my back on her? I was Darcy’s “Best Teacher.” I had to try with Veronica. “Yeah, during lunch.”

“Wonderful,” she said and headed to her seat. She had such a gorgeous ass, and those thighs… Her heeled boots made everything about her look great. She headed to the back and took her seat. She stared at me with such bright eyes.

Like the rest of the students.

I swallowed at the laser focus that his class had. This wasn’t the sort of class that I had that from. I felt off-balanced, especially since those big breasts and those poking nipples had my dick swelling hard in my pants.

Ignoring that problem, I turned to the whiteboard and started writing a different sort of problem down. It was a pretty standard algebra question. Solving for X. The equation had to be balanced. I was adding more complexion to it as I explained, once again, about the order of operations.

They were all paying attention to me when I turned around. They were all… eager to learn.

Even Veronica in the back was staring at me. She wore a smile as she wrote down something. God, was she taking notes? What sort of strange universe had I crossed over into. According to the Many Worlds Hypothesis, there was an infinite number of realities that were all so similar to this one, varying by just the most minor deviation.

Had I crossed from one to another where my students were all so… focused?

That was impossible. The amount of energy that would require would be astronomical. And impossible. There was no way for us to cross over the “membrane” of our universe into another. It could be just beside us, quantumly speaking, and yet be out of reach.

I had them work on the problem and call out answers. Not surprisingly, Veronica and Damien numbered under those who got it wrong, but the fact that they had actually tried was something remarkable. Something that had me feeling more than a little flabbergasted and hopeful all that the same time.

“So here’s where Veronica went wrong,” I said to the class. “She messed up her order of operation. She added first before multiplying.”

I launched into why that was when I noticed that Veronica had pulled out her phone. She wasn’t paying attention at all as I explained how she messed up her problem. She stared down at it, the bluish glow highlighting her glossy lips.

I had seen her on her phone many times. Usually, I just told her to put it away and that was it, but this time, it angered me. She had promised to do better, had started to try, and now she was backtracking to her old self. I was… disappointed in her.

“Veronica!” My voice rang out across the entire classroom.

Everyone went silent as the sixteen-year-old beauty jumped. Her gaze shot up to me, her eyes wide in fear. She shoved her phone down on the desk instead of brazenly finishing her text. She folded hands and trembled.

“S-sorry, Mr. Miller,” she spluttered. “I was just—”

“Sorry?” I demanded, my anger spilling through me. “I thought you promised that you were going to try? That you would make an effort.”

“I tried.” She squirmed. “It’s just so boring. I thought I would check my Instagram posts. I had some new comments. I was just taking a moment.”

“While I was explaining your mistake?” I demanded. “You could have used that to improve next time instead of wasting it on some social media site.”

I marched forward. This was something I should have done before. I moved through the students and reached her. I grabbed her phone right out of her hand. She squeaked as I did that. I shoved it in my back pocket.

“You can have this back tomorrow,” I said and turned, marching back to the front of my classroom.

“T-tomorrow?” she gasped. “But… I mean… I need my phone.”

I reached the front and whirled. “You need to learn. To get your act together and get this down. This is important. Algebra was one of the great breakthroughs in mathematics. It is one of the reasons you have that phone to begin with. Now pay attention.”

She sighed, looking resigned and miserable. “Yes, Mr. Miller.”

She struggled to focus for the rest of the class, but she swiftly grew restless. She shifted. Looked around. Leaned back. She kept snapping her gaze forward, but she quickly lost interest. She struggled through doing the next few problems I’d set the class to work on then ended up playing with her pencil.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough for the day,” I said. It was lunch next. “Have a good afternoon. Go on.”

The other students filed out, nodding to me. The female students especially were all smiles. They had a glow about them. Their youthful features shining with their excitement. They were all so damned cute. I was surrounded by jailbait. I had to remember that. I would get fired and arrested.

But it was so hard when they all looked so hot.

Then Veronica came slinking up. She squirmed, looking so afraid and so contrite at the same time. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Miller,” she said, tears in her eyes. The last student left, the door closing behind them. “I really, really tried, but I just couldn’t resist.”

“If you want to get ahead in life, you’re going to have to pay attention, Veronica. These are the sort of skills that you’ll need. You can’t just get by on looks alone. I know you probably have so far, but they fade. You just need to buckle down.”

“I want to,” she said, biting her lower lip. “It just… nothing seems to get through.” She tapped the side of her head. “I need more motivation, don’t you think?”

“Well, yeah,” I said. “What is it going to take to motivate you to pay attention? I took away your phone. That didn’t work. You were still distracted. I get that math can be boring, but that’s life sometimes. You just have to suck it up.”

“When I was a little girl, before my dad died, he would always get me to behave,” she said, her voice husky. “I need you to do the same thing. That’s the only thing that will work. Taking my phone is just not enough.”

“Okay,” I said, frowning. “What do you need me to do to you?”

“Spank me!” she breathed, her voice husky.

“W-what?” I spluttered as she bent over my desk, pushing a stack of papers to the floor. They burst and spilled everywhere.

“Whoopsie,” she said and giggled, wiggling her rump. “I’m such a bad, bad student. You have to make me pay attention, Mr. Miller. You have to spank me with that belt.”

My dick lurched as she slid her hands up her thighs and beneath her skirt. She wiggled her hips then pulled down her panties. My eyes bulged as this frilly pair of red delight came into view. She worked them down her thighs.

My jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing here. She was peeling them off, working them down her thighs more and more. She reached her knees and let them drop to the floor around her ankles.

“W-what are you doing, Veronica?” I gasped, staring at those bright, red delights.

“Spankings should be done bare ass, Mr. Miller,” she said, smiling at me. “Right?” She flipped her skirt up and exposed the peachy swell of her ass. I groaned at the sight of her. It was such a wicked sight. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

There was her gorgeous rump and… her shaved pussy. I could see her tight, underage quim peeking out between her thighs. I swallowed, my heart pounding a mile a minute. This could not be going on. This couldn’t be reality.

“Y-you’re going to get me fired, Veronica,” I groaned, staring at that youthful, forbidden flesh.

“Why?” she asked in confusion. “Who would fire the best teacher in the world?”

“The school board,” I muttered. “When they learn I gave a female student a spanking.”

“But it’s you, Mr. Miller!” she said with complete earnestness. “You are the best teacher. Whatever you do, it has to be in my best interest. You want me to learn, right? You don’t want me to be a bitch and stare at my phone or be a brat who can’t sit still? Then you have to spank me.”

“You’re not going to be able to sit still easily if I spank you,” I muttered.

“Mmm, then it’ll mean I’ve learned my lesson,” she moaned, her voice dripping with sultry desire. “I’m such a bad, bad girl.” She clenched her butt-cheeks then wiggled her hips, making her ass jiggle. “Teach me how to be good, Mr. Miller. You’re the only one that can do it.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, my dick throbbing so hard. I was at full mast, my entire body burning with heat. This was so wrong. I would go to jail. This would ruin my life. My chest felt so tight as the urge to spank her just grew and grew.

I glanced at the door. It was closed. Who would come in here? It was probably safe. I could probably get away with doing this, right? I swallowed, my heart drumming in my chest. Why did she have to have such a gorgeous ass?

It was a perfect ass. Pale and just begging to be reddened. She had been such a brat before. Now she wanted to change. Wanted to be a better student. How could I be the best teacher if I didn’t give her what she needed?

It was just a spanking.

I unbuckled my belt, the leather whisking over the cloth of my pants.

“That’s it, Mr. Miller,” she purred, her blue eyes burning with this intense heat. “Welt my bratty ass! Make me howl for being such a naughty girl.”

She made everything sound so sensual. She dripped pure sexuality. The sixteen-year-old girl was a siren leading me to my destruction, but as the belt whisked through my pant loops, I couldn’t stop myself. The belt came loose.

I folded it in half, gripping the belt buckle. I didn’t want to permanently hurt her. Just… show her that she couldn’t act how she did. My heart hammered in my chest. I was really going to do this. I was really going to whip her ass.

I drew back the belt, staring at that peachy ass of hers. Then I swung.

SWISH!

CRACK!

The belt slapped across her rump. The stinging sound echoed through my classroom. Her butt-cheeks clenched as she bucked on my desk.

“Mr. Miller!” she gasped, a bright, red welt swelling across both her butt-cheeks. I had spanked her hard. She trembled. I stared at that red mark. “Oh, Mr. Miller. I’ve been so bad.”

“Yes, you have,” I growled. I drew back my belt again. “You’ve been a naughty student. Texting.”

CRACK!

“Doodling!”

CRACK!

“Napping!”

CRACK!

“This is your future, Veronica!”

CRACK!

“You have to care!”

CRACK!

“You have to take this seriously!”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” she howled, her ass a mass of glowing red.

The sounds echoed through my classroom. I stared at her ass. She glowed. Her butt-cheeks clenched. She trembled. Her shaved pussy swollen. Her vulva puffy. Her clit peeked out. Juices ran down her thighs. Rivulets of her tart excitement. I smelled that aroma. I breathed it in as I stood over my student, panting.

God, I had turned her on. She quivered with masochistic delight. Despite the tears in her eyes, they held this predatory hunger. This feminine lust. Her eyes stared at my crotch. At my bulging hardon. I struggled to breathe.

What the fuck had I done. I had just whipped her ass. I had slapped my belt down on her over and over again. The marks were clear as day. I was so going to be in trouble. Go to jail. My heart pounded a mile a minute.

“Don’t stop punishing me,” moaned Veronica. “Really make sure I learned my lesson. Make me feel your belt’s kiss all week long, reminding me to be a good student. Mmm, Mr. Miller, I want to be your good, little girl.”

“Fuck,” I breathed, my dick aching. I wanted to whip it out. Ram it right into that tight, underage cunt dripping with juices. Just fuck the little harlot hard and fast. She came in here to have me do this to her. She would get me in so much trouble no matter what I did. Why not enjoy her? Why not—

The door opened and Ms. Helen Teller walked in. The gorgeous, redheaded teacher stepped into the room and found me standing with a belt in hand over my underage student. My heart lurched. My stomach dropped out of me.

I was so dead.

A cold sweat bathed my body as Ms. Teller pushed up her glasses. I didn’t know what to say. How to explain myself to this young and gorgeous teacher. She would never date me now. God, as she marched up to me, I expected her to slap me.

To call me disgusting. A pervert. A sick fuck.

“Corporal punishment?” asked Ms. Teller. She stopped only a few feet away, her eyes locked on Veronica’s ass. I was so busted. “My, my, I see why you’re the best teacher, Mr. Miller. I mean, this is such a great way to get a brat like Veronica to pay attention. Ooh, I can learn a lot from you. May I watch?”

“W-what?” I gasped as she stood there with a smile on her lips. “You don’t think it’s wrong that I’m whipping an underage girl’s ass.”

“Well, I’m sure she deserves it, Mr. Miller,” my fellow teacher purred. “I mean, she’s kind of a problem student. That’s what I’ve heard. And maybe others would be afraid of such a novel approach, but you have to reach through your students in any way you can.”

“She’s…” I pointed. “Exposed.”

“And dripping wet,” said Ms. Teller. “My, my, that spanking must really be getting through to you, Veronica, if you’re that aroused.”

“It is,” the girl moaned, clenching her welted ass. “Please, please, you have to make the lesson sink in, Mr. Miller. Make me really, really feel it.”

What the fuck was going on? How could this young teacher at all find me doing this to be acceptable? That it was okay I was turning on my underage student while spanking her with my belt. This was insane.

“Please, please, don’t mind me,” Ms. Teller said, her green eyes eager behind her glasses. “Continue, continue. I just want to observe. Won’t even notice me.”

“Yeah,” I muttered then noticed how the teacher was squirming. She was wiggling her hips back and forth like this was turning her on. She had flushed cheeks and licked her lips.

God, did this make her wet? Did seeing me spank a student get her aroused? Was this my chance to ask her out? Fuck, what was this bizarre day?

I drew back the belt. Ms. Teller watched on with such breathy anticipation. She rubbed her hands together, hips wiggling. I slapped the belt down on my student’s welted rump.

CRACK!

Both Veronica and Ms. Teller jumped.

“Oh, my,” the young teacher cooed. “Such a forceful stroke. No hesitation.”

“I know,” groaned Veronica. “I really, really felt it. Ooh, that heat’s melting to my pussy. I’m feeling it. More, Mr. Miller. Please, please, spank me more!”

“Yes, yes, spank that naughty girl, Mr. Miller,” Ms. Teller moaned, her green eyes so dewy.

I drew back again, eager to show Ms. Teller how I could whip the naughty girl’s ass. My dick throbbed so hard as I swung my belt again. It swished through the air and cracked across both of Veronica’s welted butt-cheeks.

The girl squealed in pain and bucked on the desk. It creaked beneath her as she trembled. Her asscheeks clenched tight together. More pussy cream ran down her thighs. Her pussy was so swollen. So in need of being fucked.

I drew back my arm again. Ms. Teller bit her lower lip, her hands clasped tight before her. She wiggled her hips. God, she must be soaking her panties. She looked so turned on. What sort of panties was she wearing? Black? Red? White? Pink?

“Fuck,” I muttered and swung.

CRACK!

“Oh, my fucking god, Mr. Miller!” howled the naughty Veronica. “That’s what I need to feel. Yes, yes, yes, I’m such a wicked student. Such a naughty slut! Make me into a good girl.”

“Yes, yes, into such a good girl,” moaned Ms. Teller. She glanced down at my crotch. “Oh, no, and you’re doing this when you’re in such distress, Mr. Miller.”

“W-what?” I gasped, realizing she noticed how hard I was. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” she moaned. “Oh, let me take care of you while you administer Veronica’s punishment. Don’t stop whipping her wicked ass.”

My fellow teacher fell to her knees before me. She grabbed my pants and unsnapped them. My zipper rasped down. I gasped as she pulled my beige slacks off and revealed the blue-striped boxers I wore. My heart beat faster.

“You don’t have to do this,” I gasped as she yanked them down. My cock popped out and nearly snacked her in the face.

She giggled like a schoolgirl. “Oh, Mr. Miller, I’ll reduce this swelling. You just focus on the punishment.”

“Damn, Mr. Miller,” moaned Veronica. “I see why you are the best teacher. That’s impressive.”
“Mmm, yes,” Ms. Teller cooed before the redheaded woman kissed the tip of my cock. She slid her mouth over the spongy crown of my dick, her lips massaging me. They sealed about my shaft.

She suckled on me.

I groaned.

The belt swung from my hand as this naughty teacher bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down my dick. The suction was incredible. I groaned as Ms. Teller worked her mouth up and down my dick. She suckled on me with such passion.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I savored what she did to me, grunting and groaning from the power of her suction. This was so surreal. She was sucking me off in front of my student. A student dripping with pussy cream and wiggling her welted ass.

“I still need to be punished, Mr. Miller,” she moaned as that wonderful redhead bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down my cock. She worked fast and hard, sucking on me with such force.
I loved the feel of her nursing on me like that. It was incredible. I raised my belt again, Veronica watching with her hot, blue eyes. Tears beaded in the corners. Her welted ass needed more punishment. I had to keep spanking her.

CRACK!

Ms. Teller suckled hard around my dick, moaning with the sound echoing throughout the classroom. Pleasure washed through me. I groaned, feeling amazing right now as I administered my punishment to the naughty brat.

CRACK!

“Oh, yes, yes, Mr. Miller, you’re making me feel it now,” she moaned. “I’m such a bad, bad girl.”

“So bad,” I groaned, loving that mouth sucking at my dick. “Holy shit, yes, yes, you’re so wicked.”

Pleasure surged down my dick to my balls. I trembled, loving the way she nursed on me. Her tongue danced around my dick. The pleasure was exquisite. I loved how she nursed on me. How she suckled with such passion.

CRACK!

She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my dick. I groaned, loving the pressure. It was amazing. Her tongue danced around me as I slapped the belt down on my student’s reddened ass, loving how her butt-cheeks jiggled.

“Yes, yes, yes,” squealed the wicked girl.

CRACK!

“Such a bad, bad girl!”

“Yes!” I growled and drew back my belt again, the delight of being blown swelling through me.

CRACK!

My orgasm built so fast in Ms. Teller’s hot mouth. The naughty, redheaded teacher knew how to love me. To suckle on me. She nursed with passion. She bobbed her head, suckling so hard and fast. She worked her mouth up and down my dick.

CRACK!

I groaned, loving what she did to me. It was incredible having her nurse on me like that. She suckled with such force. Her tongue swirled around my cock. I groaned, my dick throbbing in her mouth as I loved what she did to me.

CRACK!

“Oh, my god, I’m so fucking wet!” Veronica moaned, her hips working from side to side. “You’re the best teacher. I’m so hot!”

“You’re enjoying this,” I groaned, the pressure swelling at the tip of my cock. “That hot, naughty cunt of yours is on fire.”

“It is,” she moaned. “Oh, it is so much. I’m burning up, Mr. Miller. You have got to do something about it. I’m going to burst with such wicked delight. Just explode, Mr. Miller. Isn’t that so wicked of me?”

“Yes!” I growled, my cock on fire in Ms. Teller’s mouth. She nursed hard, my nuts twitching.

I stared at Veronica’s plump snatch. She was always squirming in class. She checked her Instagram all the time. Probably to see how those risque pictures she posted there were being viewed. And I bet she had twerking videos on TikTok.

“That hot cunt is the problem,” I growled, my dick about to erupt in Ms. Teller’s mouth. Lusts surged through me along with anger. “That’s why you can’t focus. You’re hot to trot because of that naughty cunt!”

“Yes!” she gasped as I drew back my arm, my balls tensing. The ache neared that bursting point as the sexy teacher swirled her tongue around my crown.

I swung my arm. The belt hissed down, It struck her thigh, the end slapping right on her shaved pussy.

SMACK!

The stinging sound echoed through my classroom as her head threw back. She howled in wordless pleasure.

Pussy juices gushed out of her cunt and splashed on the floor as she came hard. Her black hair was tossed. My dick throbbed in Ms. Teller’s sucking mouth. I groaned as she nursed hard on me. The force combined with witnessing Veronica’s orgasm swept through me.

I erupted.

My cum fired into Ms. Teller’s mouth. I gripped my belt, the leather swaying. “Fuck!”

I pumped blast after blast of my cum into the young teacher’s mouth. She suckled on me. She gulped down the cum with hunger. I groaned as I erupted over and over again. The pleasure slammed through my body.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m such a bad, bad girl!” moaned Veronica, pussy cream spilling down her thighs, the hot scent of her tart cunt filling the air.

“Shit!” I groaned, Ms. Teller nursing out every drop of jizz in my balls.

I unloaded in her mouth. I pumped so much delight into her. I shuddered, the pleasure slamming through my body. I swayed from the intensity of basting her mouth with every drop of spunk I had. I groaned, my heart pounding such a wild beat in my veins.

“Damn,” I groaned as I unloaded every last drop of cum that I had in my balls.

I panted as Ms. Teller kept nursing on me. She suckled with such delight, her green eyes staring up at me. I shuddered at what she did. This was so insane. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I shook my head, stunned by the pleasure that had just shot through me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, panting. My chest rose and fell. “This was… I mean… Fuck!”

“Mmm, you are the best teacher,” moaned Veronica. “I have never, ever cum that hard before. And just from being disciplined by you. Ooh, you have to teach me more. You have to ram that big dick into my pussy and really drive home the lesson. Make me into your good, little slut! So bright and eager to absorb all your thick and salty knowledge.”

“Jesus,” I breathed as Ms. Teller slid her mouth up my cock.

“Oh, yes, yes, Mr. Miller, you have to fuck your student so hard,” the redhead moaned. She had cum running down her chin. “Just fill her with all your experience. Mmm, baste that fertile twat with everything that you have.”

“The fuck is going on?” I muttered.

“Teaching,” Ms. Teller groaned. “Oh, my, this is such an inspiring way to teach. It makes me want to drop my panties and force her to put that tongue to use on my cunt.” She hesitated. “Do you think that’s a good idea, Mr. Miller? To have your little trollop lick my cunt. I know she’s your student, but…”

My dick lurched. “Fuck, yes, do it!” I was out of control. “Let her eat your pussy!”

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Miller!” she gushed. “It’s such an honor to learn my profession from you!”

She hiked up her skirt revealing she had on a pair of blue panties. Light like the summer sky. I groaned as she hurried around my desk, shoving those off in the process. She turned and revealed she had a landing strip that led to her shaved pussy. She mounted my wide desk and spread her legs wide. She just had the room to sit before Veronica.

“Show me what you’ve learned, naughty slut,” she moaned, glancing at me for approval. “Lick my cunt! Come on! Be a good, little harlot and eat my twat!”

“Yes, Ms. Teller,” Veronica moaned and buried her face into the young teacher’s cunt.

Ms. Teller threw back her head. She quivered in delight, her breasts jiggling in her purple blouse. She licked her lips and shuddered, her hands planted on the edge of the desk to keep her from falling off. She squirmed there, her legs twitching.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. That such debauchery could be happening in my classroom. My heart beat so wildly. I swallowed, staring at it while my dick throbbed with such eager need to just ram in and fuck my student.

I had cum in Ms. Teller’s mouth, and I was still horny. This was so insane. I swallowed and moved in behind Veronica. The black-haired girl had such a welted ass. I had done a real number on her. I had whipped her hard. She had felt it.

There was even a welt on her pussy. She had loved that.

Her tart musk filled the air. The naughty scent filling my nostrils. I groaned, my dick throbbing as I aimed it at that underage twat. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. I was about to fuck one of my students. Just ram my dick to the hilt in her and make her cum hard.

“Ooh, teach her with that hard dick, Mr. Miller,” moaned Ms. Teller, her green eyes gleaming behind her glasses.

“Is it okay to fuck her because I’m the best teacher, or do you think any male teacher should be able to do this?” I asked.

“I know this is new,” she said. “I would have been totally against this if it wasn’t you, but if this is effective, why, we might have to get more men into the teaching field to deal with naughty sluts like Veronica. We have to make them into good sluts. Tame them. You’re showing us how. You’re pioneering a whole new field of teaching. I’m so honored to be a part of this.”

“Goddamn,” I muttered, my dick inches from that forbidden, illegal twat. This was really happening. I was really about to fuck her young cunt, and at least one person thought this was okay. What was going on in this world?

I glanced at the belt I still held. Best Teacher… No, no, this couldn’t have anything to do with it.

I tossed it to the side and pressed my cock into Veronica’s pussy. I just had to fuck her hard. Enjoy her tight, young cunt while she feasted on Ms. Teller’s twat. My fellow teacher shuddered, her glasses shifting on her nose.

“Fuck her so hard, Mr. Miller,” my colleague moaned. She had such a beguiling smile.

“Yes!” I groaned and thrust into the brat’s cunt.

“Mr. Fucking Miller!” the slut howled as my dick slammed into her cunt. “Yes, yes, that’s what I’m talking about! That’s a cock. Yes, yes, that’s amazing. Ooh, I love it! I fucking love that dick in me!”

I groaned, savoring the feel of her cunt’s wet, silky heaven as I slid deeper and deeper into her. I reached to the hilt, my bush rubbing into her shaved cunt. She moaned into Ms. Teller’s pussy while squeezing that underage snatch around my dick.

I drew back my hips. She moaned, her cunt squeezing about me. She held me tight. Her pussy was such a wonderful delight around my cock. Just a hot pleasure to have massaging me. I groaned as I plunged back into her.

“Yes, yes, teach me to be your good slut, Mr. Miller!” she moaned, squeezing her twat around my dick. “Fuck me so hard!”

“Yes, yes, fuck her!” moaned Ms. Teller. She grabbed the back of Veronica’s head and pressed down, making the girl snorkel in teacher-twat. “Yes, yes, and you lick my cunt. Oh, my god, you’re so good at it.”

“Love cunt!” moaned Veronica as I thrust away at her. “And big dick, Mr. Miller!”

I shuddered at the silky friction of her cunt squeezing around me. It was so incredible to fuck her. To pound her young twat. Her snatch squeezed about me. She held me tight. I loved every moment of burying into her. I fucked her hard and fast.

My balls slapped into her clit. I heard the wet smacks as I drove into her. My nuts tightened with every plunge. Her cunt squeezed about me. It was fantastic to enjoy her underage flesh squeezing about me. I groaned as I fucked my student.

I pounded her, watching her butt-cheeks jiggle. Welted by my belt, they looked so hot quivering from the hard impacts. I drove my cock deep into her cunt, loving how her twat squeezed about me. She held me in her hot embrace.

“Yes, yes, Mr. Miller,” she moaned into Ms. Teller’s pussy. “That’s so good.”

“Teach her!” gasped my fellow educator. “Oh, my god, she’s got her tongue wiggling so deep in me. Yes, yes, you’re going to make me cum.”

“Make her cum!” I moaned, slamming forward, my aching balls slapping into Veronica’s clit.

I came closer and closer to cumming.

Every thrust into her silky pussy massaged the tip of my cock. That naughty part of me came closer and closer to erupting. I loved the feeling. I savored it. I plowed into her. I fucked her hard and fast.

I buried into her again and again. I loved plunging into her. I savored burying into her twat. It was outstanding to fuck her like this. To bury my dick into her cunt. I loved every second. I savored every moment of plunging into her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, her pussy squeezing about me. “I’m going to cum in this twat. Just flood you.”

“Do it!” she moaned, her hips wiggling back and forth, stirring her pussy around my dick. “Just flood me with it all!”

I shuddered and slammed into her while she devoured Ms. Teller’s pussy. The teacher quivered, her head thrown back. She whimpered, looking like she was about to cum. Just burst on Veronica’s face and shower the slut in pussy cream.

“You good slut!” howled Ms. Teller. Her head threw back. Her purple blouse rustled. “Yes!”

She came on our student’s mouth. The redhead’s hair danced around her as she squealed in delight. Veronica squeezed her cunt around my cock. Her pussy massaged me. Held me. It was such a thrill to feel her gripping me tight as she drank the teacher’s pussy cream.

“Oh, god, so good!” moaned Veronica. “And Mr. Teller… Fuck, you’re teaching me so much. I… I… Yes!”

Her pussy convulsed around my dick.

I gasped as I felt her orgasm sweeping through her. I plunged to the hilt in her twat, the rapture surging around my dick. My hands gripped her hips. I threw back my head and groaned. The pressure hit the bursting point at the tip of my dick.

I erupted. I flooded her underage pussy with my spunk.

I pumped blast after blast of jizz into her snatch. I loved every moment of erupting into her. Stars twinkled across my vision. I groaned, my dick erupting over and over again. I grunted with each blast, the pleasure slamming into my mind.

“Fuck, that’s incredible,” I groaned. “Oh, shit, yes, yes, I love teaching!”

“You’re the best!” the naughty slut moaned. “Ooh, fill me with your knowledge. Oh, yes, yes, just fill me up with all of it!”

I grunted as her cunt milked me. At the same moment, Ms. Teller quivered on the desk. She shuddered, her head tossing from side to side as she hit the peak of her orgasm. She panted, a big smile on her lips.

“Damn,” I panted, my balls empty.

“Mmm, what a wonderful lesson,” moaned the slut, her pussy squeezing down on my still-hard dick. “Ooh, you’re not going soft. I guess you have more to teach me, Mr. Miller.”

“Teach us,” purred Ms. Teller.

“Goddamn, I do,” I growled. Had I gone insane? Maybe. But this was amazing.

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