My Teacher Punished Me for Being a Bad Girl (Fiction)
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I took a deep breath and pushed open the door to my headmaster’s office. I felt super nervous and a little upset. I was a really good student. My report cards were always impressive and my attendance was perfect. I had no idea what I was doing here. There must have been a mistake.
“Sit down,” Mr Hart said calmly.
I sat down on a plastic chair opposite my headmaster’s desk. His desk was a thick oak with beautifully sculpted legs. It stood grandly in front of a large window overlooking the fields and trees at the back of the school. Piles of papers were stacked neatly on top.
“Do you know why you are here?” He asked.
I paused, “No Sir.”
Was it bad to not know why I was here? I racked my brain. All recent assignments had been handed in on time and my revision schedule was going well. I couldn’t think of anything.
“Are you wearing a bra?”
My mouth hung open in shock. I looked around. Were there cameras in his office? Hopefully, this conversation was being recorded. No one would ever believe me if I told them my headmaster had asked me if I was wearing a bra.
I looked across the desk to work out his expression. Was he joking? He was sitting back comfortably in his leather office chair. He looked stern but not overly angry. One thing was for sure, he wasn’t joking.
“Yes, I am wearing a bra,” I replied quietly.
I could feel my cheeks turning a bright shade of red. I wriggled uncomfortably in my chair. Why was he asking me that anyway?
“I have received several complaints. A group of girls have come to me and said you wear nothing but a thong when you change into your shorts and t-shirt for sports class.”
I frowned. I knew exactly who the girls were. It had to be Sarah, Liz, and Rachel. They were the “popular” girls. Several times, over the past few months, I had walked into the cramped girls changing rooms, and to my dismay, realised with a sinking heart I had forgotten to wear a bra.
“Who forgets?” Sarah laughed, as she noticed me struggling to switch tops quickly so no one would see.
All three of the girls always changed confidently in matching padded bras and thongs. It felt like they had no issues with being self-conscious and clearly their parents allowed them to buy anything they wanted.
Mine were a whole lot stricter. I was allowed to wear plain un-padded bras or crop tops with plain white briefs. I had never worn a thong. I had no idea why the girls had told Mr Hart I did. Plus, I had only forgotten to wear my bra a few times.
I was a late bloomer. My whole class had finished with puberty a year or so ago. We were all 18 after all. But, for some unknown reason, my boobs were only just growing.
I had never worn a bra in my life. There had been no need. I had always been as flat as a pancake and perfectly happy that way.
Now, however, was a different story. My boobs had grown so fast over the summer, they were by far the biggest in our year. It did seem ridiculous I could ever forget to wear a bra. I clearly needed the support.
“You say you’re wearing one now?” Mr Hart checked.
I was sure I could see a flicker of amusement in his eyes.
“Yes Sir,” I nodded, feeling the warm crimson glow spread across my cheeks, for the second time.
“I’m going to have to see. I need to know you’re actually wearing underwear and that it’s appropriate,” He continued.
He stood up abruptly, “I’ll lock my office so you have privacy.”
My mouth was still open in shock. I closed it and tried to compose myself. Was this really happening?
“I haven’t got all day,” Mr Hart sighed impatiently.
He sat back down at his desk opposite me and waited. He looked annoyed now. The amusement had gone from his eyes. He was deadly serious. I slowly unbuttoned my white blouse. I looked at the floor as my blouse fell open and revealed my 32E boobs, wrapped snuggly in their sensible bra.
“Stand up. Take your blouse and bra off.”
My bra? I gulped nervously but found myself obeying him. I didn’t like to break the rules and Mr Hart was clearly running out of patience. I had no idea what taking my bra off had to do with our conversation though.
I stood in my school skirt, shrugged off my blouse, and released my big boobs from their bra. My nipples stood to attention immediately and my face turned a deeper shade of red, as I waited to hear what my headmaster would say next.
“OK. Do you understand why it is entirely inappropriate to not wear a bra?”
I nodded silently.
“When a girl has big tits they can’t not wear a bra at school, do you understand?” He asked sternly.
Surprised at his use of the word tits, I felt my pussy pulsate. He stood up suddenly and walked over to me.
“When a girl has big tits and doesn’t wear a bra they may be seen as a slut. You wouldn’t want that now, would you?” He said softly, as he touched my tits.
He squeezed my nipples roughly. I gasped at his touch. His hands felt cold.
“Shhh,” He said as he pinched my nipples harder.
I felt my pussy pulsate again. Mr Hart was considerably older than me but in good shape. In my many masturbation sessions, he had often entered my head. His authority and confident air had frequently pushed me over the brink, as I rubbed my clit, to a shuddering orgasm.
“Lean over the desk,” He ordered.
I placed my hands on his thick wooden desk and leaned over slowly. I felt him lift my school skirt up so my ass was revealed to him. In this moment, I was grateful for my cotton white panties. I would feel way too exposed in a thong.
Mr Hart walked over to his desk and opened a drawer. I closed my eyes. I knew what was coming. He was going to punish me by spanking me. I felt turned on and scared all at the same time.
My heart raced in my chest as I waited for the harsh whip of the ruler across my ass cheeks. I held my breath and gasped in pain as he brought the ruler down hard. My tits wobbled with the sheer force of his hit.
Before I could steady myself, he did it again, harder this time. The wood of the ruler whipped across my cheeks, setting them on fire in sharp, stinging pain. I stood over the desk with my tits exposed.
I silently begged him to stop. I couldn’t make a noise and I couldn’t move. I wanted to take my punishment and show Mr Hart what a good student I was, but the pain was unbearable. He spanked me ten times in total. By this point, I was sure my ass was bruised and purple.
“We have a problem,” My headmaster whispered.
I remained leaning over the desk. I had no idea what to say. What had I done wrong? Without warning, his fingers traced around my swollen pussy lips through my cotton briefs. I gasped in pleasure.
“You’re wet,” He said simply.
I blushed for the fourth time. How was I wet? I couldn’t understand it. The pain had been unbearable. He rubbed his hand slowly on my ass cheeks and reached round to brush past my pussy lips. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.
“I should have known,” He whispered.
He pinched my nipples hard, before roughly pulling down my panties.
“You’re a dirty girl. You want my cock.”
Before I could protest, he plunged the whole length of his big cock into me with a low grunt. I whimpered in pleasure as he fucked me harder and harder. Each thrust was deep and dizzyingly painful. I put my head on the desk and pushed my ass into him. I wanted more. My pussy was wet and open around his thick shaft, as he rammed deep inside me.
But, without warning, to my disappointment, he stopped. I moaned in protest. He ignored me and sat down at his desk.
I stood up gratefully and walked quickly over to him. My panties were still round my ankles and my nipples were rock hard as I walked over in just my school skirt. I dared to look at my headmasters' thick, hard cock before straddling him slowly. As I lowered my wet desperate pussy onto his thick cock, I groaned in pleasure.
“You’re my little whore. I’ll fuck you whenever I want,” Mr Hart whispered in my ear as I rode him.
My tits bounced in his face as I moved faster and faster. He sucked my tits and bit my nipples as I felt my orgasm taking over. I pushed back my head in pleasure.
“Come on my cock, you dirty little girl.”
I shook in uncontrollable pleasure as my pussy clamped around his big cock and my orgasm took over.
“Get on your knees,” He ordered.
Still breathless, I obeyed my headmaster instantly. He took the condom off as I kneeled in front of him. I deep throated his full length. I stared into his stern blue eyes as I spat on his cock and danced my tongue around the end. I wanted to impress him with my skills.
“Good girl. Sir’s about to cum,” He said in a low mutter.
I switched back to deep throating and sped up as his body shuddered. His big cock released streams of thick, white cum into my mouth. I let it pool on my tongue before swallowing and licking my lips hungrily.
“Uniform back on please slut. Make sure you look immaculate before you step out into the school.”
I nodded and dressed quietly. I reapplied a little makeup, using a small old mirror on the wall.
“I will need you again soon. You are mine now to use whenever I see fit,” Mr Hart said calmly.
He had zipped his cock back into his suit trousers and straightened out his shirt. He looked stern again and business-like.
“Yes Sir,” I bowed my head.
“Good girl,” He said quietly, as I clicked open the office door and stepped out, back into the school crowds.
Pls advice me, am I really a bad girl?
Note: This article is highly fictitious, any resemblance to any occurrence is a coincidence.