My Pet Teacher (Part-3)

This time it didn't even phase her. She just kept gagging herself on my cock. Just as I was about to cum, I grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head with one hand and yanked her head back hard, while the other hand grabbed my cock and pointed it at her upturned face. It all happened so quickly, she didn't even have time to react. The first shot of cum caught her across the right eye, while the second ended up in her still open mouth. The remainder I shot as evenly as I could all over her face. I wanted to make sure I covered as much as I could in cum. It would hopefully add to her humiliation.

I fully expected that when the first shot of cum struck her in the face she would have tried to pull away or at the very least raised her hands to block the barrage. But she didn't. Her hands remained clasped behind her back as I had ordered. I admit, I was confused. She wasn't responding the way I had imagined she would.

"Now don't move cocksucker," I said as I released the hold on the back of her head. She obediently kept her head back and face tilted up while I took several steps back and clicked a few more shots with the camera.

-CLICK-

Under all of that cum, I could see her face redden with the humiliation of it all. She was still panting a bit trying to catch her breath, and that's when I noticed the condition of her body. Her breasts and upper body were flushed red with exertion, and her nipples were rock hard. I could swear they were bigger than last time. And looking at her pussy which was splayed open before me, it glistened with evident moisture.

Now I may not be that experienced with girls, but it sure did look like she was turned on at the moment. That gave me an idea.

"Becky, you did such a good job sucking my cock, I'm prepared to reward you for that. I want you to leave that cum on your face for the moment, but I'm going to let you have some release too. You'd like to cum too, wouldn't you my little cocksucker?" I asked.

After only the slightest hesitation, she nodded her head yes.

"Ok, open your knees as wide as they can go. With one hand I want you to play with your tits and the other I want you to start rubbing your cunt for me." She immediately moved to comply. Once her knees were splayed wide apart, providing me and my camera a birdseye view, she quickly moved her hands into position to achieve her release. In seconds her right hand was busily rubbing her clit, while the left hand was pinching, rolling and pulling on her nipples with her fingers. What an erotic sight it was.

-CLICK-

I was certainly building up quite the collection of photos. My control over my teacher was now guaranteed as I definitely had enough material to guarantee her cooperation for as long as I desired.

In less than a minute, Becky's eyes were closed and she became lost in her own thoughts as she madly masturbated in front of her student turned Master.

Using even more vulgar language, I began to encourage her further. "Come on you whore, make yourself cum for me. Prove to me what a good little slut you are. You know you want to cum for me."

Her hand on her pussy was moving so fast now, it was practically a blur. "Come on you fucking whore, you can do it. Rub that dirty little cunt. Cum for your student you slut. I bet you'd like me to open the door right now and bring in some more students to watch you humiliate yourself?"

At that she began to pant and grunt out loud, and I could tell she was very close to cumming.

"Maybe tomorrow, I'll bring one of your other students with me, and we'll both throat fuck you like the whore you are." Hearing that, she let out a horrific scream as her head shot back, and her entire body went rigid.

-CLICK-

For several seconds she could only grunt and moan, as her body twitched uncontrollably. After a short bit, she eventually began to relax and come back to Earth. It was then that the full import of what she'd just done struck her. The humiliation of allowing herself to be throat fucked by her student, and her face cummed upon, and then willingly masturbating in front of that same student, was almost too much for her. Tears welled up in the eyes again and I could see her trying to choke back the sobs.

"I'm very proud of you Becky. You did very well tonight. But before you get dressed I want you to scoop all of the cum off of your face and swallow it. From now on Becky, you are to look at it as a gift. It is never to be wasted. Wherever cum gets deposited on your body, you will scoop it up and swallow it all. Is that clear?" I asked in a tone of voice meant to brook no disagreement.

She meekly nodded her head yes and began scooping my cum off of her face with her fingers and licking them clean.

-CLICK-

When she was almost finished cleaning herself, I gave her the final instructions for the night. "Now listen carefully whore, because I'm not going to repeat myself. When you get home tonight, you are to completely shave that ugly bush off your cunt, and when you show up for class tomorrow I do not want you wearing any underwear beneath your skirt."

Not wanting to give her a chance to argue with me, I just opened the door and left, leaving her kneeling naked on the floor cleaning the cum off of her face.

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-

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-

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.

-SMACK-

"Eeeeeeeeee....." her entire body tensed as her head shot back, and a high pitched noise issued forth.

Giving her a chance to catch her breath, I ask, "You deserve to be spanked, don't you?" Fully expecting her to shake her head no at this, she instead catches me completely off guard by nodding her head yes. I'm absolutely fucking stunned by this. She actually appears to be getting into this.

Without warning, I bring the ruler down hard again on her quickly reddening asshole.

-SMACK-

Another high pitched "eeeeeee....." as her ass cheeks begin clenching and unclenching from the pain.

-SMACK-

Another smack quickly after the second one. She is now panting hard through her nose and her knuckles are almost white from the death-like grip she has on the table edge. Figuring her asshole's had enough punishment I decide to move onto her pussy. As I reach down to spread her lips apart to expose her most sensitive parts, I suddenly realize how wet she has become. Her lips are glistening with moisture and there are small rivulets of pussy juice running down the insides of her thighs.

Not only was this whore getting into it, she was also getting turning on by it!!!

"Well, well, well Becky. I think your little secret is out now. What a little fucking whore you are. Your cunt is soaking wet. You enjoyed that spanking didn't you slut?" I asked.

Almost a sob is heard as she meekly nods her head yes. Her back and shoulders flush red with the humiliation of having her dark little secret revealed to me.

"Stick your ass out and beg me to smack your pussy, whore." I ordered.

She promptly arched her back and thrust her ass out to me, and began mumbling through her gag, "mmmmm mmmmm mm mmmmm."

-SMACK-

A sharp blow right on her exposed cunt lips.

A loud wail, "Aaaaaaaaaaaa...." and then she began to thrust her hips against the edge of the desk almost as if she was trying to rub her pussy on it.

"Are you my little slut?"

"Unhuh...." and then another smack on her exposed lips, which by now are practically swimming in juices.

-SMACK-

Another loud wail, "Aaaaaaaaaaaa...." and more vigorous thrusting against the desk.

"You want to cum, don't you whore?"

"Unhuh..." followed by rapid nodding of the head.

At this point I can no longer hold back. In one fluid motion, I drop my pants and grabbing my cock, slam it home into her well oiled pussy. I begin relentlessly pounding my cock into her, burying it fully with each thrust. Each time I bottom out in her, I can feel my balls slapping against her abused clit. In rhythm with my thrusts, I begin slapping the ruler down upon her already abused ass cheeks.

She is now wailing and moaning into her gag and as she nears climax, I begin to yell, "That's it whore, cum on your master's cock. Let me know how much you enjoyed the humiliation and abuse. Come on slut, cum for me."

And with that, a pitiful howl came from her as her entire body went rigid. As every muscle in her body flexed, including her pussy, it felt like my cock was being ripped off. Soon spasms began to ripple down her body as she began to moan again, and her breathing came in short gasping breaths. Fearing she might suffocate, I withdrew from her pussy, and walking around to her head, pulled off the tape and remove her now sodden panties.

She began to take in gulping breaths of air, as her body slowly began to relax and settle back onto the desk. Her hair was matted to her forehead with sweat and her face was blotchy from the exertion. I noticed that her hands were still tightly clenching that desk and hadn't moved an inch from the beginning.

Though she had just had an earth shaking orgasm, I was still rock hard and dying to cum. So after allowing her to catch a few more breaths I grab a handful of hair at the back of her head, and placing my cock at the entrance to her mouth, begin forcefully thrusting into it. Within a few thrusts I was bumping against the back of her mouth.

"You'd better relax that throat whore, because here it comes." On the next thrust I forced my cock down her throat and held it there for several seconds. She immediately began to gag, which only served to amplify the sensations on my cock. With each gag, her throat would tighten around my cock and try to force it out. In a near frenzy now from all of the stimulation, I began to rapidly pound my cock in and out of her throat.

I was like a fucking wild man. It was literally sensory overload to have all of your fantasies and dreams come true all in one moment. The euphoric feeling of having this kind of power and control over a beautiful women was completely overwhelming. To know that she was also getting turned on by the humiliation and abuse, only served to heighten the emotions.

To this day, I still don't know if I gave her the opportunity to breath between thrusts. At that point, I was completely zoned out. All I could think about was the orgasm that was rapidly building in my balls.

Without warning, I yanked my cock out and exploded all over her face. Strands went in her eyes, up her nose, in her hair and in her open mouth which was gasping for breath. It seemed to go on forever. It was only after standing there for a bit that I finally snapped out of it, and realized that I was still milking my cock even though nothing was coming out of it anymore. I also still had a death grip on her hair at the back of her head and was painfully bending her head back.

With a final shake of my head, I released both my cock and her hair, and stepped back to admire my handiwork. What a sight it was to behold. A gorgeous woman bent over a desk, who'd just had her ass and pussy spanked, received a good fucking and then had her throat ravaged before being sprayed with cum. And she was mine - all mine. To do with as I pleased, whenever and however I wanted.

I quickly grabbed my camera and got a few shots of her beautiful facial.

-CLICK-

"Well whore, it seems your dirty little secret is out. You get off on being controlled, and being humiliated and abused." I chuckled softly. Her face flushed crimson red at this as she bowed her head in shame. "I think we're going to have a wonderful relationship from here on in, don't you?" I asked mockingly.

"I guess now would be a good time to go over some new ground rules for you. First off, you will learn to be more respectful to your students. You will address each one formally by their last name. For example you will address Lisa as Ms. Beaumont. If I hear you use a students first name, you will be punished."

"Secondly, unless you are teaching a class, you will refer to me as Sir or Master. To do otherwise will result in punishment."

"Thirdly, your new name will be 'whore'. When asked a question by me, you will refer to yourself by your new name. Are you getting all this whore?" I asked.

"Yes Sir," she meekly replied.

"Lastly, you will be made to do many things which you may find humiliating, but I will expect you to do them without question or hesitation. Again, to do otherwise will result in punishment."

"You have a lot to make up for whore, so do not expect any kindness from me. You had best work very hard to please me from here on in, or your life is going to become a living hell," I threatened.

She hesitantly nodded her head and whispered a quiet, "Yes Sir."

"Alright, clean your face off whore," I instructed.

She reached up and began scooping my now drying cum off of her face and licking it from her trembling fingers.

-CLICK-

I wanted to be sure to have plenty of material for my scrapbook. "Now whore, I have a little test set up for you tomorrow morning to see how dedicated you are to making this relationship work." Reaching into my school bag, I pulled out the remainder of the materials I had brought with me and placed them on the desk beside her left shoulder.

"At precisely 6:00 am tomorrow morning, you will enter the boys changing room downstairs. You will then remove all of your clothing. Once you are completely naked you will move into the center of the room where you will find a long wooden bench fixed to the floor. Taking this gag you will place it in your mouth and fix it tightly in place." I held up one of the items I had taken from my bag. It was a large red rubber ball with a black leather strap running through it. It was designed to fit tightly into a slave's mouth thereby forcing it to stay wide open, and was then held in place by means of the strap around the back of the head.

"You will then take this plug and insert it into your ass." A look of shock flashed across her face. I put the gag down and picked up the flesh coloured butt plug from the desk. It was probably 2 inches at the widest point. It certainly wasn't the largest butt plug I had seen at the sex shop, but I thought it best to start small and work my way up.

She was still absent mindedly wiping the cum from her face and licking her fingers clean as I proceeded with the remainder of her instructions. "Once the plug is fully seated, you will then place this blindfold over your eyes; again, ensuring it is fixed securely in place. You will then lie face down on the bench with a leg on either side. Then taking these handcuffs you will lock your hands together underneath the bench and await my arrival," I finished.

By placing her in this position, she would be blind and mute, and with her arms locked together underneath the bench, unable to move. In effect, she would be completely helpless in the boy's changing room, where risk of discovery could potentially be very high. Fortunately for her, I had checked the schedule and there were no early morning practices scheduled tomorrow. I wasn't about to tell her that though. I wanted her to believe the risk of discovery would be very high so as to add to her humiliation.

I could see her mind was reeling at what I was asking her to do. She feebly attempted to plead her case. "Please Sir, not there. I promise to do whatever you ask of me, but please don't make me do that in the boy's changing room. I just couldn't."

"Remember what I told you whore. You have a lot to make up for, so do not disappoint me. This matter is not open for debate. I'll see you tomorrow morning." And with that I turned about and walked out of the room leaving her laying across her desk naked.

Immediately after leaving the classroom, I headed down to the boy's locker room to get it ready for the next day. While in LA over the summer, I had the chance to visit one of those hole in the wall electronic shops specializing in 'surveillance gear'. I had acquired a very small wireless video camera which was roughly a quarter of an inch wide and three quarters of an inch long. Using a magnet, I was able to affix it to the side of a vertically running vent on the wall which runs horizontal to the bench in the middle of the room. By placing it high enough and just above a joint, the tiny camera would be next to impossible to see even if one was looking directly at it. The camera, unfortunately, only had an operating range of roughly 25 feet, so I had to ensure I found a secure place nearby where I could set up the recording equipment. Luckily the janitor closet was located next door to the locker room. In there I set up the small digital recorder, and set it for motion activation. The recorder had enough memory to record roughly 3 hours of footage.

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