Detention
“Don’t waste my time Ashley” Mr. Russell raised his voice with a little heat, “I’m trying to teach this class and if you keep acting out I’ll have to keep you for detention again after school.”
“Yes, sir, I’ll be on my best behavior” replied Ashely is her most dripping sultry voice. Mr. Russell however didn’t seem to be catching on to her flirtation and reacted as if she was being sarcastic.
“That’s it miss! I’ve had enough of your sassy attitude. You just won’t shut up. You talk to Kayla in that seat, and when I move you to the other side of the classroom you talk to Bella. Every time I turn my back I hear your voice talking. I’m about ready to do something with that mouth of yours!” replied Mr. Russell in exaperation. He had just ran his emotions out and was about to let it all slide when he noticed Ashley’s face. She had been listening and at his last comment started imagining what Mr. Russell could be doing to her mouth. Her lips had curved up at her dirty thoughts just as Mr. Russell took a breath and looked back at her seeing her grinning.
“You are staying after school for detention! And, another word from you and I’ll see about licks with the paddle!” exclaimed Mr. Russell. Ashley ducked her head quickly to try and hide her blush at imagining her laying accross Mr. Russells’ lap getting spanked. She didn’t mind staying after school, at least she got to be around him gorgeous face, but she didn’t want to get sent to the principal.
Ashley sauntered into the empty classroom, her hips swaying with the kind of confidence that could make a saint’s heart flutter. She had been sentenced to dentention for the third time this week, but she had a plan to make it a little more… educational. Her blonde hair was short and loose bouncing with each step she took, revealing a glimpse of her piercing blue eyes. She had chosen her outfit with care, a low-cut tup that displayed her ample cleavage and a skirt that barely grazed her thighs. The soft fabric clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination.
Mr. Russell was at his desk, his eyes glued to a stack of papers, oblivious to the seductive tornado about to hit. The room was dimly lit, the sun setting outside casting long shadows across the dusty floorboards. Ashley took a deep breath, her full breasts pushing against the fabric of her shirt. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to get it. She approached him with the grace of a panther, her eyes never leaving his. When she was close enough to feel his warmth, she leaned over his desk, her breasts hanging tantalizingly close to his face.
“Mr. Russell,” she purred, her voice dripping with sugary sweetness, “I’m here for my detention.”
He looked up from his work, his eyes immediately drawn to her cleavage. He felt his body respond, his pulse quickening as he took in the view. “Ashley,” he said, his voice strained, “you know the procedure.”
With a sultry smile, she began to slowly slide her panties down her long legs. They whispered against her skin, revealing the soft, pale flesh of her thighs. She stepped out of them, the fabric pooling around her ankles. Mr. Russell’s gaze followed the delicate lace as it made its way to the floor. She picked them up with a flourish, holding them out to him like a trophy. He took them with trembling hands, the heat of her desire palpable in the small garment.
“Ashley, what are you…” he began, his protest dying on his lips as she turned to face the desk. She leaned over it, her palms flat against the cool wood. Her skirt hiked up, exposing the firm, round curves of her ass. She wiggled it slightly, a silent invitation.
“But Mr. Russell,” she murmured, turning her head slightly to look at him through her lashes, “you promised me a spanking.”
Mr. Russell’s eyes widened for a brief moment before his features hardened into a stern expression. He quickly stepped over to the door and closed it, the click echoing in the quiet room. As he turned back to face her, his eyes raked over her exposed body, a mix of anger and arousal warring within him. “What are you trying to do, Ashley? Get me fired?”
“I’m sorry for my behavior,” she whispered as she stood and turned towards him, her voice genuine and filled with a need that was impossible to ignore. She stepped closer to him, her breasts swaying with each step. “But I can’t pay attention thinking about being with you… You’re all I want.”
Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling his face down to hers. Her kiss was urgent, demanding, and Mr. Russell’s resolve crumbled like a sandcastle against the relentless tide of her passion. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, and his own body responded in kind. His arms reflexively wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, the fabric of her shirt the only barrier between his hands and her bare skin.
He looked around the room, his eyes darting from the closed door to the windows. The thought of being caught was a thrill that made his pulse race. The classroom was their secret domain, a place where the lines of authority blurred and desire ruled supreme. But the voice of reason whispered in the back of his mind. “We shouldn’t,” he murmured against her lips, his hands hesitating on her hips.
Ashley pulled away, her smile playful and slightly mischievous. She reached up, placing her hand gently on his chest, her thumb caressing the fabric of his shirt. “I know, Mr. Russell,” she said sweetly, “but I’m not asking for much. Just a little… anatomy lesson?”
Mr. Russell’s eyes narrowed as he took in her expression. He knew she was playing a game, but he was torn between his duty and his desire. “What do you mean?” he asked gruffly, his voice thick with confusion.
Ashley stepped closer, her hand sliding up to trace the line of his collarbone. “My clavicle,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his. “I’ve heard it’s an important part of the body, but I can’t seem to find it on my own.”
Mr. Russell’s eyes followed her touch, his mind racing. He knew where her clavicle was, of course, but he was unsure if he could maintain his composure with her so near. With a sigh, he gave in to the temptation. His hand hovered over her shoulder, and she shivered at the anticipation. He touched her, his fingers gliding over her smooth skin to find the delicate ridge of bone at the base of her neck. “Here,” he murmured, his voice husky.
Ashley leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. “Oh, I see,” she said, her voice a breathy whisper. “But what about… further down?” Her hand slid from his chest to his waist, her fingers brushing against the bulge in his pants. He sucked in a sharp breath, his resolve crumbling like a sandcastle under her seductive touch.
Mr. Russell’s hand moved lower, tracing the curve of her waist to the swell of her hips. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and it was all he could do to keep his hands from exploring further. “Your pelvis,” he managed to say, his voice strained.
Her eyes snapped open, and she leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. “And what about this?” she asked, her hand moving to cup the growing bulge. He stiffened, his body betraying his thoughts. “Isn’t this part of my anatomy important too?”
Mr. Russell’s self-control was slipping, the allure of her young, supple body too potent to resist. His hand slid from her hip to the curve of her ass, his thumb tracing the line where her thigh met her cheek. “Very important,” he murmured, his voice low and gruff. “But this isn’t the place for this kind of… education.”
Ashley giggled, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. She kneeled before him, her eyes shining with excitement. “But where else would I learn from the best, Mr. Russell?” she whispered. Her hand was still on him, moving gently, and he could feel the tension building in his body. The room was thick with it, the air heavy with lust and the scent of her perfume.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “Ashley, we can’t do this here,” he said, his voice firm but his resolve wavering. She looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with innocent curiosity.
“Why not?” she asked, her voice a soft purr. “I’ve been a very naughty student, and I need to be taught a lesson.”
With that, she reached for the button of his pants, her fingers deftly slipping it open. His breath hitched as she unzipped him, her touch feather-light, teasing. She tugged his pants down just enough to reveal the outline of his cock straining against his boxers. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to regain control, but her hand was already there, stroking him gently.
“Look at me,” she whispered, her voice filled with a newfound authority. He obeyed, his eyes opening to meet hers. “I’m going to show you just how much I want to learn.”
Mr. Russell felt the room spin as she took him in her warm, eager mouth. He groaned as she began to move her head in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, his mind a whirlwind of desire and disbelief. He had fantasized about this moment for weeks, but he had never dreamed it would actually happen.
Her hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently, as she took more of him into her mouth.
The fire in her eyes challenging him to stop her. But he was powerless against the storm she had unleashed within him. He leaned against the desk, his hands bracing him. His hips began to move in sync with her mouth.
Mr. Russell groaned as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Each stroke was meticulous and precise, a dance of pleasure that left him panting. He watched as her cheeks hollowed, her eyes watering slightly with the effort, but she never wavered. Her mouth was a warm, wet haven for his manhood, and he found himself getting lost in the sensation.
Her hands moved to the waistband of his boxers, and she pushed them down. His erection sprang free, standing proud and firm before her. She took him in hand, stroking him with a gentle firmness that had him biting back a moan. The sight of her on her knees, his cock in her hand, was more than he could handle.
Ashley leaned in closer, her tongue flicking out to lick the bead of pre-cum that had formed at the tip. She tasted him, savoring the salty sweetness, before she took him into her mouth again. This time, she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she applied suction. Her tongue danced around the head, swirling and flicking, creating sensation that had Mr. Russell’s knees threatening to buckle.
The sound of her moaning around his cock filled the classroom and echoed through the deserted halls. She looked up at him, her eyes full of lust and determination. The way she looked at him made him feel like the only man in the world. Her hand moved in time with her mouth, pumping him at the base, adding to the pressure and driving him closer to the edge.
But just as Mr. Russell was about to lose himself completely, she pulled back, her lips shiny with his arousal. “Mr. Russell,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of innocence and desire, “I don’t think I’ve learned enough yet.”
Now she stands beside him and lays across his desk so he has to step back. The wood is cool against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She arches her back slightly, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her shirt, begging to be released. He can’t resist the allure of her laid out before him, her legs dangling off the side, skirt riding up to expose the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
Her hand reaches for the hem of her shirt, lifting it up to expose her stomach. “Mr. Russell,” she says, her voice a silky purr, “please, I want you to taste me too.” She slides her hand down to her skirt, her fingers playing with the waistband. He watches, his breath hitching, as she pulls up her skirt, revealing her bare pussy.
With a tremble in his legs, Mr. Russell sinks to his knees. He’s never felt so alive, so powerful, and so wrong. But the thrill of it all is undeniable. He leans in, his nose brushing against the soft hairs at the apex of her thighs. He inhales deeply, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils, making his cock throb.
“Ashley,” he whispers, “you’re so beautiful.” His voice is hoarse, his words almost a prayer. She giggles, the sound music to his ears. He can’t believe this is happening. But here she is, his student, his temptation, laid out before him like a feast.
He leans in, his mouth hovering over her sex. She’s already wet and smells of vanilla from her body wash. He kisses the soft skin of her inner thigh, moving closer to the prize. Her legs quiver as he kisses closer and closer. She’s bare, shaved smooth and glistening with anticipation.
When his tongue finally touches her, Ashley’s back arches, a gasp escaping her lips. “Oh, Mr. Russell,” she whispers, her voice strained. His tongue traces the delicate folds of her pussy, teasing and tasting, exploring every inch. He’s surprisingly gentle, considering the fire in his eyes.
Mr. Russell’s hands grip the edge of the desk as he laps at her, his mouth moving with purpose. He can feel the heat of her, taste the sweetness that is uniquely her. She’s wet and responsive, her hips rocking slightly to meet his mouth. He can feel her getting closer, her breaths coming faster, her legs tightening around his shoulders.
As he glances up her body, his eyes lock onto hers. They’re wide with need, the pupils dilated with lust. He watches as she reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, the white cotton falling away to reveal her perfect, round breasts. Her nipples are hard and pink, begging for attention.
“Mr. Russell,” she says, her voice a whimper, “please don’t stop.”
Her fingers find her nipples, playing with them as he continues his relentless assault on her clit. She’s so sensitive that each flick of her own fingers sends a bolt of pleasure through her, making her hips jerk against his mouth. He doesn’t stop, his tongue moving faster, his teeth grazing her just enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain through her body. She can feel the tension coiling in her stomach, tightening like a spring about to snap.
The moment comes without warning, a sudden rush of sensation that floods through her body. She feels herself gush just as she squeezes her thighs around his head, trying to hold on to the feeling. Her body flinches, every muscle tightening as the orgasm crashes over her like a wave. She cries out, not caring who hears, her hand flying to cover her mouth as the intensity overwhelms her.
Mr. Russell pulls back, his face glistening with her juices. He watches her with a mix of awe and hunger. He’s never seen anything so beautiful, so raw, and he knows he can’t stop now. He stands, his cock pulsing with need. He’s not sure if he can handle much more, but he’s also not sure if he wants to.
Ashley looks up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. She slowly slides off the desk, her body moving with the grace of a cat. She stands before him, her skirt still bunched around her waist, her shirt riding up to expose her breasts. She reaches for him, her hand wrapping around his cock. “Your turn,” she says, her voice a breathy whisper.
Mr. Russell can’t believe what’s happening. He’s been fantasizing about this moment for weeks, but never thought it would actually come to this. He watches as she turns around, her back to him, and leans over the desk. She arches her back, her ass in the air, presenting herself to him in the most erotic way possible. It’s an invitation he can’t refuse.
He moves closer, his hand reaching out to touch her, to claim her. His palm lands on her lower back, sliding down to her ass. He squeezes gently, feeling the firm flesh beneath his hand. She wiggles slightly, urging him on. He leans in, his cock brushing against her pussy, leaving a trail of precum. The heat is unbearable, the anticipation driving him wild.
He positions himself, the tip of his erection pressing against her wetness. He hesitates for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts of repercussions and consequences. But the feel of her, the smell of her, the sight of her, it’s all too much. With a low growl, he pushes inside her, filling her completely.
Ashley gasps as Mr. Russell’s cock stretches her. She’s never felt so full, so alive. She pushes back against him, urging him deeper, needing more of him inside her. He complies, his hips moving with a rhythm that’s as natural as breathing.
The slow sound of skin slapping grows, the only sound aside from their muffled moans. The desk creaks under their weight, the papers scattered across its surface fluttering with each thrust. Mr. Russell’s hand moves from her ass to her hip, his grip firm as he guides her movements. He’s in control, and she loves it.
Her hands tighten on the desk edge as he picks up the pace. She can feel the tension building again, her body begging for release. He leans over her for more leverage as he thrusts into her. She’s so close, her breath coming in pants as she tries to hold back her next orgasm for him.
“Mr. Russell,” she whispers, her voice shaky with need, “I want you to… to cum inside me.”
Mr. Russell’s eyes widen in surprise, but the primal part of him roars in approval. His strokes become more urgent, his breathing more ragged. He can feel the pressure building, his balls tightening with the promise of release. Ashley’s pussy is so tight, so warm, it’s a vice grip around his cock, begging him to fill her with his seed.
“Ashley,” he groans, his voice thick with desire, “you’re so…so…” He can’t find the words. She’s driving him to the brink, and he’s powerless to resist.
Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back, lost in the sensation of his cock pounding into her. She feels each stroke, each delicious inch filling her up, stretching her to the limits of pleasure.
Mr. Russell’s hand moves to her hip, holding her steady as he thrusts harder, faster. His other hand reaches around to cup her breast, his thumb playing with the sensitive nipple. The dual sensation sends bolts of electricity through her body, making her quiver.
“Mr. Russell,” she whispers, her voice hoarse with pleasure, “I’m going to…”
Her words are lost as she cries out, her orgasm ripping through her like a hurricane. Her pussy clamps down on him, her walls pulsing as she rides the wave. He can’t hold back any longer, feeling his own climax approaching like a freight train. With one final, desperate thrust, he empties himself into her, filling her up with his cum.
They stand there for a moment, both of them panting, bodies trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Mr. Russell’s hand is still on her hip, his cock still deep inside her. They’re frozen in time, the reality of what just happened sinking in. The silence is deafening, only broken by the sound of their ragged breaths and the distant echoes of the school’s final bell.
Slowly, Mr. Russell pulls out of her, his cock glistening with their combined juices. Ashley straightens her skirt, her cheeks flushed with more than just the exertion. She looks back at him, a smug smile playing on her lips. “I guess I learned my lesson,” she says, her voice light and teasing, “but you still owe me that spanking.”
