The Supply Teacher: Redux

This time I have brought a suitcase. Handily it has a zipped compartment which contains all the equipment we need. We check in, like normal people and take the lift up to the 6th floor. He’s wearing a tweed jacket which is a nice touch.

Of course the entry cards don’t work. We fumble together to try them different ways, after a long interlude we are in. The room is swankier than the last one. And then he growls “Get changed”.

I lock myself in the bathroom with the suitcase. I dress quickly in a short black skirt, a white top with ample cleavage, and then white knee socks with T-bar heels. I scrape my hair into pigtails and step nervously out.

He makes an approving noise which sounds like “wow”and I smile. He tells me to sit down at the desk and take out pencil and paper. He asks me to write out why I should be fucked. I start well and manage three sentences. He strides about the room, looking over my shoulder, once reaching down and cupping my breast. And then I get the giggles. Probably because the situation is so funny and I’m so goddamn happy. He does too, I can hear him also chuckling.

He crosses out everything I’ve written and merely writes ” To please sir”.


The shackles come out and I am bound with my hands behind my back. He makes me kneel on the carpet before him and he unbuttons his trousers. He is wearing women’s knickers and I audibly groan. He orders me to lick him through the fabric, and I do as I’m told. This is going to be tough, he won’t even let me take him in his mouth. He makes me stand up again and tells me to bend over. He lands several smacks on my butt, most landing on the tops of my thighs where it really hurts. I beg him to stop.

He fastens shackles around my ankles over the socks. And then the blindfold goes on. I’m ordered onto the bed on my back. I have no idea what he’s going to do next and I love it.He pulls aside my knickers and rubs his cock over my pussy. ‘you’re soaking’ he exclaims and pushes himself into me. It is so good I moan straightaway while he taunts me. “I’m not even going to fuck you this weekend, what do you think about that?’he says.

The thought destroys me until I realise its part of the role play.

 

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