Color Blind

[Note from the author: Hmmm...I'm kinky. What can I say? Both characters are all mine. You can't have them! -stick out tongue- There! This is teacher on student. No flames, please.]

"Miss Lowe," came her teacher's stern voice near her ear.

It vibrated in her chest, sending shivers up her spine, making her shudder from head to toe, a deep rumble awakening her insides. Katie froze and turned to look at Professor Wells standing over her shoulder, reading the note she had half written on her desk in lavander ink. A sudden fear gripped her and she tried to hide the notes contents. It was about one of her sessions with her ex boyfriend. A sort of instruction manual on how to preform oral sex. What if he told her mother?

"I'd like to see you after class," he said, in a long, unenthused drawl, sounding sinister and wicked.

She slumped down in her seat and crossed her arms under her chest, giving a small defeated sigh. How embarassing! She lifted her hands and placed them over her face, sliding them downwards, as if trying to wipe it away. She sat, numb, through the rest of class trying to decide whether or not Professor Wells had been able to read what she had written. Then the bell rang and she watched everyone, including her friends, just get up and rush out.

Professor Wells paced infront of the blonde. She was a beautiful girl. Not thin, but not fat. Nice chest, round ass, pretty hazel eyes and a great smile. But she lacked common sense. He was sure he could get what he wanted out of her before she even caught on, considering how panicked she looked. He smirked and slapped a ruler in his hand, moving towards his desk and seating himself behind it, staring at her still. He could make out her pink panties from the front of the room during class today. It had thoroughly excited him.

"Miss Lowe," he said, sighing loudly, "Come here."

She quietly stood from behind her desk, her little gray pleated skirt gracing the middle of her pale thigh. She didn't wear panty hoes. They were constricting. She stood infront of the teacher's computer table and folded her hands behind her back, looking away from Professor Wells in shame. Had he read the note? Did he think she was a slut now?

He was rather attractive, young. He had shoulder length dark hair he kept pulled back at the nape of his neck and calculating silver eyes. He was broad shouldered, not towering but average height for someone his age. He towered above Katie. She had always been on the short side. His demeanor was somewhat domineering. He could get people to do what he wanted, when he wanted.

He patted the ruler against his hand again. "Come to this side of the desk, Miss Lowe, and look at me when I speak to you!"

She quietly moved around the desk and stood near his chair, meeting his eyes. She was almost lost in them when THWACK! she felt the ruler come down hard over her ass. She jumped, holding her hands over her buttocks, which were bare beneath her skirt, and looking at her teacher. He was now dragging the metal edge of the ruler acrossed her skin teasingly.

"Sir, if you promise not to tell my mother what was in that letter...I swear...I'll do whatever you want me to."

She looked desperately at him, biting her lower lip.

Professor Wells smirked. He knew he could get it if he wanted it. He ran the ruler under her skirt, lifting it up, and leaning around her form to gaze at her bottom. He smiled, satisfied with himself.

"Very well, Miss Lowe," he said, smirking still. He put his feet down off of his desk, and put his thighs together. He grabbed her and scooped her onto his lap face down. "You've been a bad girl, Miss Lowe," he let the words slip from his mouth, smooth and angry in tone. "You need to be punished."

He cracked the ruler down over her ass again, feeling her jerk against him, hearing a small heated whimper escape her mouth. He smiled and brought it down, harder than before, and heard her moan outloud. He ran his free hand over her bottom, and down between her legs, under her pink cotton thong. He parted her pretty little lips with two fingers, and slid them up the length of her slit. Hearing her give a little giggle, he slammed them hard inside of her wet box.

He smirked as she jerked away and moaned loudly. She was really tight, suprisingly. She must have been a virgin. He leaned down near her ear. "Like that, Miss Lowe?" he spat. "Want more?"

She gave another moan, "Yes."

"Yes what?" he ordered, slapping the ruler over her now pink ass.

"Yes please?" she questioned, shakily.

He slapped the hard wood over her ass again, feeling his own wood get harder and harder by the second. "Wrong answer, Miss Lowe. Try again."

"Y-yes, sir?" she questioned.

He smirked and lovingly pulled his fingers out of her and ran them back in, rubing her engorged clit with his thumb. "Good girl," he commended her. "Are you being a bad little girl?" he asked her, starting to fuck her with his fingers roughly, narrowing her eyes.

"Yes, sir," she answered.

"Say it," he gasped.

"I'm being a very bad little girl," she said, moaning and arching against his talented fingers.

"What do we do to bad little girls, Katie?" he asked, fucking her even harder and faster now.

She moaned louder still and tried to answer him between gasps. "Punish them?" she questioned, unsteady.

He brought the ruler back down over her ass with a big crack and felt her climax, her pussy sucking at his fingers, her body tensened, and then loosened, his smirk still in place. His hand had been flooded with her sticky, slimey cum. He rubbed it on her exposed inner thigh.

"We fuck them, Miss Lowe." He lifted her up and made her stand on still trembling legs, with a cold smirk. "Lie down on your stomach on my desk."

"But...Professor Wells..."

He brought the ruler over her ass hard again and she jerked in wards. "No buts. Would you rather me tell your mother what you wrote in that letter?"

And as anticipated, she laid down on her tummy on his desk, feeling him pull up her skirt and down her panties and step between her legs. She felt him grab her hip and pull her towards the edge of the desk, and then slam himself inside of her. She gave a little scream. It hurt. He'd popped her virginity. He didn't skip a beat, his whole eight and a half inches filling her, his girth the size of a gatorade cap. He smirked, listening to her whimpers and cries and screams, pounding in and out of her. She was so tight, so warm. And he had taken her for his own now. Soon after he had popped her cherry and she had adjusted to him, she started to give little moans.

And then she decided to become verbal. He had no objections. He pumped harder as she tried to speak.

"Ooooh," she moaned. "That's right. Fuck me. Fuck me, sir, fuck me harder. Oh, God! Oh, yeah!"

He slammed in and out of her harder, rougher.

"I'm such a bad little girl, Professor Wells!" she squealed. "A bad bad little girl." She was thrusting back at him now.

He grabbed the ruler and cracked it over her ass, feeling her tighten herself around him as he did so. So he did it again. And again.

"OH! OH! OH GOD! PROFESSOR WELLS!" she screamed. "I'M...YES! MMMMMM! KEEP GOING! DON'T STOP!" she tensed up, back going stiff, whole body shivering. She started convulsing around him, dripping her sticky syrup all over him, coating his balls in it with a loud "OH YES!"

He smirked as she loosened again, and kept thundering in and out of her, his balls coated in her sticky fluids. He felt himself begin to tingle from his toes and then released inside of his female student's small, wet cavern. He slipped himself out and zipped up his pants, straightening his tie. He sighed and walked around the desk, smirking still.

"I hope to see you after class next week to discuss extra credit," he said, heading for the door. And then he stopped and looked at her, a sweaty tired mess laying acrossed his desk. "Tell your cheerleading coach I needed you. Oh," he opened the door and smirked. "By the way, did I mention I was color blind and couldn't read those bright colored gel pens anyway? Have a nice afternoon, Miss Lowe." And he slipped out of the room, leaving her there exhausted.