A Lesson

Yay, yay, yay, teacher-fetish writing, my favorite. As always the main character is an obscured version of me, while Mr. Tamiki is merely a creation of my sex and sugar riddled mind, he is, however based of various obsessions of mine (Gackt, YunHo, JaeJoong, Kyo, and any other notable Asian Media star I wanna jump, mostly. >.>) and so far as I know does not exist, Tamiki may not even be a real name so far as I know. But in the twisted reality that is this story it is, so blarg. As always, if you don’t like the thought of a 38-year-old man playing with his innocent fourteen-year-old student then don’t fucking read on. It’s your own fault if you read this warning and then decide to read the story without first thinking about how this squicks you, you have no right to bitch at ME for writing it. I remind you that 14 is the legal age of consent in my country and while she’s a minor in yours she isn’t here. They’re fictitious characters, and with the freedom of speech thingy I could fucking make her 10 or even younger if I felt so inclined, so just be happy I didn’t, kk? And yes, I realize that Ichigo is possibly the biggest Mary-Sue name I could give the poor character, but it was the first thing to come to mind. Accept my apologies, please. On with the story.
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I stood outside the front door of the class, leaning my slight weight heavily against the thick wooden door, twisting the knob in annoyance. I knew very well that he could see me, just as well as I could see him, but the man refused to make a move for the door. This was of course, my punishment for being ten minutes late for class without any injuries that would give me an excuse, or even a note from another teacher. “Come the fuck on.” I mouthed, glaring at him as I shoved my weight against the door roughing.

Kimiko raised her hand and faintly I heard her say, “Mr. Tamiki, don’t you think you should open the door for Keilii?” He then made a show of turning towards the door and pretending to just notice me.

“Why yes, most certainly,” he replied much louder than he needed to before striding over and throwing it open. “Now, Miss Ichigo, would you kindly explain to me why exactly you seem to have decided that it’s perfectly fine to be all of, oh, twenty minutes late for my class?”

“I have no excuse, sir,” I said sadly, gazing into his eyes before lowering my gaze to his crotch. “But I do think there’s a way I could make it up to you.” I suppressed the urge to giggle. “I’ll just have to meet up with you after class to BEG you for your forgiveness, won’t I?”

He nodded quickly, gazing at me quizzically. The rest of class went by normally before finally ending at 3:30, at which time Tamiki called me up to his desk. “So, miss Ichigo, however is it you are to repay me?” He asked as the last of my classmates exited the room.

I smiled at him cheerfully and sat on the ledge of his desk, unconsciously spreading my legs apart slightly and giving him a perfect view of my white (synthetic) silk panties. “I have absolutely no idea as of yet, sir,” I said sadly, watching his face in utter horror as he gazed, transfixed under my skirt.

“Hm…I believe I can think of one,” He said softly, reaching out and running one of his fingers down my slit through my panties. I whimpered and arched my back slightly, pushing my little pussy closer to him despite how little I wanted his touch. A grin spread across his face as he thought of something better, he reached out and pulled me down onto his lap on my stomach.

I felt him pull my skirt up to my waist and his fingers flutter lightly over my ass before he smacked me roughly. I cried out loudly, tears forming in the corners of my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. His hand slid gently around my abused bottom before pulling away again and gliding back down through the air, the hand of his smack punctuated by my cry of mixed pain and pleasure.

A cry of resistance escaped my throat as he gripped the crotch of my panties tightly in his fist and pulled roughly on them, tearing the flimsy fabric from my body and putting painful pressure on my clit. In a pained whisper I begged, “Please stop, Mr. Tamiki, sir, please.” My words were ignored as he slowly began to stroke my admittedly wet slit.

“Why would I stop, it seems you like it,” He snarled, and slapped my ass again as roughly as he could manage. Salty tears poured down my face as his hand slid back to my most feminine part and began tormenting it gently with his fingers. “You really seem to be enjoying this.” He repeated in pure delight, brutally shoving two fingers inside of my and raising them to his mouth, gently licking my juices from them.
He lifted me to my feet and held me by the shoulders. “Take off all of your clothes, now.” He ordered. My body stiffened, to terrified to move. “Now,” Tamiki repeated, striking me across the face. I stared at him blankly, bitter tears filling my eyes as I began to cry again. With much hatred I obeyed his order, pulling the much too big uniform from my body.

I lowered my head in shame as he leered at my small breasts and lowered his gaze to my bare pussy. “You see, that’s much better. On your knees, now.” Quickly I fell to the floor, gazing up at him with my large, black eyes full of question. Smiling down at me he unbuttoned his trousers and revealed his rather thick cock to me. “Now, little one, suck on it.” I stared up at him in confusion, trying to figure out if he were serious or not.

Suddenly he grabbed my thick, long black hair and yanked on it roughly. “Listen to me, bitch,” He hissed bitterly down at me, “Open your Goddammned mouth or I’ll lodge a fucking pen in your throat.”
I gasped aloud and quickly opened my mouth, slowly taking the head of his cock into my mouth and sucking on it gently. I twisted my tongue in circles around the head, gently tickling the most sensitive part of his cock. I felt my clit begin to warm and tingle slightly and his arms slid around my body and between my legs as he started to rub it gently, making me whimper with a combination of guilt and joy.

Slowly I forced more of it down my throat and began to gag. Above me I heard him moan loudly. “Good little whore,” He whispered down to me and entangled his long fingers in my soft hair, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. Whimpers continually escaped from me as I struggled to breathe with the large piece of flesh filling my mouth and throat.

Suddenly he pulled me away again, forcing me onto his desk where he carefully spread my legs apart. I squeezed my eyes shut, expecting incredible agony but instead was met with a great surprise. Tamiki fell slowly to his knees and slowly began tormenting my little slit with his tongue. Once more I gasped aloud, but this time of joy. I bucked my lithe hips forwards, forcing his face against me and increasing the pleasure on my tiny clit. Loud moans of pleasure escaped my throat until finally an incredible warmth slid through my body like a beautiful snake.

Absently I smiled up at the ceiling. “Liked that, didja?” he asked with glee as he stood and suddenly forced his cock into my tight pussy. I convulsed in utter pain as his cock broke through the thin wall of flesh, which had previously been my virginity. My face contorted in utter agony as he continued thrusting into me, my eyes rolled back my skull. My agony doubled with each of his thrusts until finally each of his moans was punctuated by a high-pitched shriek from me. “You’re so tight, little one.” He whispered with glee, his cinnamon colored eyes alight with sadistic joy.

I let out a soft whimper in response, my body convulsing as I sobbed. Once more I felt him smack my face roughly. “There will be none of that, now.” He ordered. “ You’re going to like this from here on out or I’ll make it even worse for you.” Tamiki wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me back down into his lap. I wriggled slightly, bouncing gently on his cock. “Right…. that’s it.” He cooed gently, leaning forwards and biting down roughly on one of my nipples.

The pain inside of me was beginning to ebb by this time to something near pleasure and this action was something unexpected and yet completely wonderful to me. A different sound flowed from my delicate throat this time, a rather loud moan of pure delight.

Tightly I gripped his shoulders and continued to rise and fall on his delicious cock, a wave of pleasure flowed through me each time it filled my small body. Tamiki’s warm arms circled me, holding me tightly to him as he once more began fingering my clit, his mouth still gnawing gently on my left nipple.
Suddenly he lifted me from his lap and threw me roughly to the cold floor where I lay gazing up at his in shock as he stood, his cock directly level with my face as he continued stroking it. With a final cry of passion his sticky white poison exploded across my beautiful face.

“Get cleaned up.” He said angrily. “I expect to see you here with Kimiko bright and early tomorrow morning.”
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I’m beginning to enjoy sexual violence way too much for my own good. Don’t expect me to actually continue this with an OMG hawt wtf the threesome, I’ll leave that all to your imagination. Love. You get more love if you Review.
P.S. I’m considering writing something very special for one by the name of Mark, so while I’m working on that don’t expect anything of quality to be posted here.
That’s all. *Whores for more reviews*
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P.s., Thanks to the reviewer who pointed out the bad formating.