Detention

\"Miss Laine, what have I said about helping Miss Davis? Twenty points and detention tonight.” Snapped Ms. Parker.

Such was the life of one Aryn Laine, know-it-all, at the March School for Women. The March School was a prestigious east coast school for spoiled little rich girls or so Aryn thought. She was one of only 4 scholarship students, the only one in her year; this alone made her an object for ridicule let alone her good grades and borderline obsessive study habits.

At the mention of detention Aryn sighed. Ms. Parker was the only one that ever took points from her and usually managed to assign a detention a couple of times a month. Ms. Parker was an alumnus of the school and she tended to favor the girls from prominent families. Ms. Parker had also gotten the School Board to allow for shorter skirts for the girls. “This is the twentieth century after all.” She had argued and the girls’ skirts rose by 4 inches. Aryn thought she had caught Ms. Parker looking at various girls in their new shorter skirts.

Aryn ate her dinner slowly dreading that night’s detention. It was unfair but Ms. Parker had told her that she wanted the other students to learn from their mistakes not have the answers handed to them. All too soon dinner was over and Aryn walked to the geography classroom. Aryn knocked on the door and opened it when Ms. Parker granted permission to enter.

Ms. Parker was seated behind her desk looking expectantly at Aryn, who couldn’t help but give her teacher a once over. Ms. Parker had shining black ringlets that cascaded down her back, piercing emerald eyes bore into Aryn’s and her breath caught in her throat. Aryn’s breath caught again when Ms. Parker rose from behind her desk and sat a perfect hip on it. Her teacher was wearing a very short black skirt and a tight white blouse that pulled at the buttons holding it closed over her ample breasts. Aryn could see the shadow of a black bra beneath the pristine shirt. Her teacher’s long legs were encased in black stockings and she wore a pair of the highest heels that Aryn had ever seen.

“Well Miss Laine, you are on time at least. Come here.” Aryn was rooted to the floor at the sight of her teacher looking so incredibly sexy. “Now!” Ms. Parker snapped.

Aryn quickly moved to where her teacher was standing and found she couldn’t look the older woman in the eye so she kept her gaze on the sexy black shoes.

“Put your hands flat on my desk Miss Laine.” Aryn was a little surprised by this command and the slightly husky timbre that her teacher’s voice had taken.

Aryn turned slowly and put her hands on the desk. Ms. Parker tugged back on her ponytail. Aryn felt Ms. Parker’s warm breath on her neck as she softly spoke in her ear. “Keep your head up, dear, and eyes forward. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Aryn’s voice sounded foreign to her own ears and she felt so excited. She could feel a wetness begin to soak through her panties.

“Spread your legs.” Aryn complied and shuddered as the cold air of the classroom caressed her wet panties. She held herself perfectly still as she felt her teacher’s hand smooth its way across her bottom on top of her skirt. She said a little prayer, hoping that Ms. Parker would never know how turned on this was making her.

Her hopes were dashed when she felt her skirt sliding upwards, leaving her bare but for her panties. She felt fingers trail over her ass to the center of her wet heat.

“Are you enjoying this Aryn?” Ms. Parker’s cool voice asked her.

Aryn didn’t know what to say. In a way she was enjoying her self immensely. There was something erotic about having her teacher touching her in such an intimate way. Ms. Parker was young, only about 24, not that much older that Aryn’s 18.

Aryn had never been really interested in boys and the other girls used the girls in the dormitory as a practice sessions for sexual encounters with boys. Aryn usually just kept to herself, masturbating at night when she was sure all the other girls were asleep.

Aryn yelped as two stinging slaps were administered to her ass.

“Answer me Aryn. Are you enjoying my touching you?” Ms. Parker’s still cool voice was oddly husky.

“Yes, ma’am. I like it when you touch me.” Aryn could feel color flooding her face. She had never acknowledged that she might be gay before but now she almost shivered with anticipation.

“Have you ever been with another girl before?” Aryn shivered as Ms. Parker’s fingers stroked her ever so lightly.

“No ma’am.”

Aryn felt a tug on her pony tail and she stood up straight and turned to face her teacher who’s eyes bored in to her own before her teacher bent down a little and captured her in a searing kiss. Her hands stole themselves up to Ms. Parker’s shoulders and she hugged the woman to her as their tongues mated and danced. When they finally broke apart they were both breathless, Ayrn’s eyes swept over the older woman’s face asking a silent question.

“Call me Ann, Aryn.”

Aryn smiled and kissed Ann again this time softly, tenderly. Aryn smiled as Ann, Ms. Parker, pressed her back onto the desk and softly whispered, “Stay.”

Aryn watched through heavy lidded eyes as long elegant fingers made short work of the buttons of her school blouse and skirt. Soon she was laying there in just her bra and silken panties. In another moment the front clasp of her bra was undone and her breasts spilled in to the hands of her teacher, who gentlyadedaded the ample globes of flesh and teased her pink nipples by rolling and gently pinching them until they were tight buds that felt instantly connected to her clitoris. Aryn watched as Ann leaned down and took one of her nipples in her mouth Aryn felt Ann swirling her tongue around and nipping at it with her teeth until Aryn cried out in a begging breath.

Aryn’s breathing caught on every kiss Ann placed on her stomach and stopped completely when she felt her teacher’s fingers slide underneath the elastic of her panties and begin to slide them down and off her body.

Aryn’s legs seemo fao fall apart of their own volition as Ann ran her hands back up her legs. She shivered as Ann lightly scratched her inner thighs. She almost came off the table when Ann parted her damp folds and began to lazily rub the throbbing piece of flesh that was hidden there in the damp curls. Her eyes flew open then fluttered shut when she felt hot breath and a warm tongue graze over the same. She was soon writhing on the desk trying to find a release for the building waves of pleasure that coursed through her body. She clutched at the raven ringlets between her legs and tried to press her self closer. All at once she was yelling Ann’s name and bucking wildly as her orgasm washed over her in wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure.

Aryn slowly pushed her self to sitting and kissed the woman that had brought her toh amh amazing heights. She marveled at the taste of herself and reverently licked Ann’s face clean of her own wetness.

Ann helped her dress with slow kisses and lingering caresses. Aryn wanted nothing more than to return the pleasure this woman had given her but all of her attempts were rebuffed with deep kisses. Just as Ann was closing the door to the classroom Aryn heard her teacher’s voice.

“Detention tomornighnight Miss Laine. You have unfinished business to take care of.”

Aryn smiled all the way to her dorm planning on just how she would finish her business with Ms. Parker.