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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
12,700
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I hold exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited. No money is being made off of this story.
Schoolgirl
Disclaimer: I own the characters of Mella Fisher and Ben Stanton as well as the super fun plot. Hope you enjoy reading and feel free to review!
Schoolgirl
Mella Fisher walked quickly toward the Anthropology building. She knew she was going to be late, but hopefully she could just sneak in through one of the side doors unnoticed. It was nearing the end of May, soon school would be out for a few months and she couldn’t wait.
As the sun beat down, Mella began questioning her clothing choice. In an effort to look cute and fashionable, she picked a gray pleated skirt and paired it with a white button down shirt and matching gray blazer. She completed her schoolgirl look with white knee high socks, black Mary Janes, and a crimson red tie. After a few minutes of fast paced walking though, she was starting to sweat.
Just as the door came into sight, the bell rang signaling 4:00pm; Professor Stanton hated late students. Mella dashed the last few feet and nearly stumbled into the hallway in an effort to make it to class.
Of course as her luck would have it, she could hear Professor Stanton’s sexy voice outside the classroom meaning he’d already started. Mella squared her shoulders, pulled her school bag closer to her shoulder and marched into Archeology 101. She winced as she could hear the heavy doors close behind her and Professor Stanton stopped his teaching to glare at her.
“Well, Miss Fisher, what a pleasant surprise to have you here. You’re late, but at least you’ve decided to attend class today, which is better than your previous record has shown.” Ben Stanton gave her a smirk as she blushed a deep red and didn’t bother looking up. She quickly found an aisle seat and slunk into it.
Professor Stanton continued on with his lecture as if nothing had happened, and after a few minutes Mella was able to breathe again. She hated when he embarrassed her, especially in front of a large group of people as he’d just done. Instead of taking notes and being productive, Mella started doodling on her notebook paper and played absentmindedly with her long, curly black hair.
The cute guy sitting next to her shifted in his seat and Mella looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back and winked. Mella turned away with a grin on her face. She knew she was beautiful, but it was always nice to be reminded that she was still wanted.
Occasionally, throughout the lecture, Mella would glance back up and watch Professor Stanton. He was gorgeous and more than a bit on the cocky side. He was tall with tan skin and short dirty blond hair that he had a habit of running his fingers through when he was exasperated. Mella knew that firsthand; it seemed as if she was always irritating him. After a bit, Mella went back to doodling and the class seemed to be going fine until her cell phone went off. She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten to turn it off; it must have been because she was already running late for class. As quickly as she could, she reached for her phone in her bag and attempted to turn it off without causing too much of a scene, but it was too late. By the time she looked back up again, Professor Stanton was standing next to her, his jaw clenched and his eyes dancing in anger. His hand was outstretched and Mella winced as she gently put the phone into his hand. Professor Stanton turned around and walked back to the lectern to continue.
The rest of the class went off without a hitch, but Mella stayed curled up in her chair making herself as small as possible for the remainder of the period. Her fair skin had turned a strawberry red and maintained that color for the rest of the lecture.
After the longest twenty minutes of her life, Professor Stanton dismissed the class five minutes early, and sat down at his desk to grade papers.
Mella quietly gathered her things and put them in her bag before slowly making her way up to the front of the room where Professor Stanton sat. Mella stood in front of his desk silently and waited for him to look up from his papers. When it was clear he wasn’t going to make this easy on her, she cleared her throat and began speaking.
“I’m really sorry about being tardy Professor,” Mella said, her voice full of remorse. Ben Stanton eyed her critically before he spoke.
“Thank you for your apology Miss Fisher, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to just give you your phone back. I’m still upset that you caused several disturbances in my class.” At these words Mella straightened up, but looked confused. What did he mean he wouldn’t give her phone back? She needed it.
“But, Professor, I…” Mella said before she was interrupted.
“I think something needs to be done about your attitude. You have been showing me nothing but blatant disrespect lately and I won’t stand for it.” Mella’s blue eyes widened as she stared at her Professor. She couldn’t help it when she started to shake lightly. “I think you need to be taught a lesson Miss Fisher,” Ben Stanton said, his voice deepening as he took another look at his amusingly dressed student. Mella started breathing heavily as she caught the look of desire in her professor’s eyes.
“What, what do you want me to do?” Mella all but squeaked as she slowly backed away from Professor Stanton’s desk. The smile that graced his lips could be classified as nothing less than wolfish and Mella did her best not to gulp in fear.
Ben patted his lap and motioned for Mella to come sit on it. She did very hesitantly, knowing everything she was doing was very, very wrong. As soon as she sat down on her professor’s lap, he pulled her down so that she was facing the floor and her bottom was perched precariously across his knees. Mella started to struggle,
“Professor, this is completely inappropriate!” She exclaimed, “I’ve already apologized for my actions, please let me go!” Ben merely held her tighter and lifted her gray skirt up revealing a pair of red silk panties.
“Oh my, Miss Fisher, what an interesting pair of panties. Did you know you were going to be over my lap today? Did you fantasize about it while you were sitting so quietly in your seat?” Mella didn’t say a word just continued wriggling, but when Professor Stanton put his hand gently on her bottom and started rubbing she inhaled quickly and stopped struggling for a moment. The sensations that were wracking her body were very pleasurable.
Just as she was beginning to enjoy these new feelings, she felt her professor’s hand come down hard on her bottom with a resounding *SMACK*.
“Ouch!” Mella yelled out, trying in vain to sit back up. Ben once again held onto his student tightly before her smacked her again.
“This is your punishment Miss Fisher, perhaps next time you’ll be on time to class and make sure to turn off your phone.” Ben Stanton said smiling. With three more well-placed smacks he began gently rubbing the tender flesh.
Mella couldn’t help the tears that sprang to her eyes. Not only was this completely humiliating, but it hurt! And yet, deep down she felt a certain amount of pleasure mixed with the pain. She couldn’t believe she was lying across her professor’s lap where anyone could come in. A surge of excitement swept through her body as she realized the possibility of being caught.
Ben noticed Mella’s sudden silence and decided to up the ante. In one swift motion he pulled her silk panties all the way down revealing two pert and very red mounds of flesh. It had taken all his will power not to slam into Mella when she came bounding in late to his class wearing that flimsy excuse for a skirt. He knew her ass would look amazing across his lap and to emphasize exactly what she was doing to him, he thrust his erection up into her body.
Mella groaned when she felt her professor’s hardness and knew that she was the cause of it.
“Oh God Mella, you don’t know what you do to me,” Ben said quietly before he brought his hand back down again for another couple smacks. His desire grew when her bottom turned a lovely cherry red, but what he enjoyed the most was seeing her most intimate part start to glisten with wetness.
As Mella lay across her professor’s lap she was surprised to feel a few drips of fluid slide down her legs, but it was nothing compared to what her professor did next. Without warning, Ben licked her gushing pussy which sent Mella over the edge; her body wracking with mini tremors from the action.
“Oh my God! Professor Stanton!” Mella cried out, her body had been so taut that it had only taken one spontaneous lick to send her over the edge.
Two minutes later, Mella was calm enough to speak, but found she had nothing to say. Luckily, Ben saved her the embarrassment of speaking first.
“I expect you to be on time for our next class Mella.” He said smirking. “Now, run along home. I’ll be seeing you soon enough.”
Mella quickly zipped her skirt back up and straightened out her tie before heading out the door hastily. She still couldn’t quite believe that her professor had just given her the most intense orgasm of her life inside his unlocked lecture hall.
Mella smiled fondly to herself as she strolled out of the building. Just one more perk of being married to a professor, pretending to be a student made role-playing day so much more fun.
The End
Hope you enjoyed it. A little bit of a twist at the end. Please review, I live for constructive criticism!! -Libby :)
Schoolgirl
Mella Fisher walked quickly toward the Anthropology building. She knew she was going to be late, but hopefully she could just sneak in through one of the side doors unnoticed. It was nearing the end of May, soon school would be out for a few months and she couldn’t wait.
As the sun beat down, Mella began questioning her clothing choice. In an effort to look cute and fashionable, she picked a gray pleated skirt and paired it with a white button down shirt and matching gray blazer. She completed her schoolgirl look with white knee high socks, black Mary Janes, and a crimson red tie. After a few minutes of fast paced walking though, she was starting to sweat.
Just as the door came into sight, the bell rang signaling 4:00pm; Professor Stanton hated late students. Mella dashed the last few feet and nearly stumbled into the hallway in an effort to make it to class.
Of course as her luck would have it, she could hear Professor Stanton’s sexy voice outside the classroom meaning he’d already started. Mella squared her shoulders, pulled her school bag closer to her shoulder and marched into Archeology 101. She winced as she could hear the heavy doors close behind her and Professor Stanton stopped his teaching to glare at her.
“Well, Miss Fisher, what a pleasant surprise to have you here. You’re late, but at least you’ve decided to attend class today, which is better than your previous record has shown.” Ben Stanton gave her a smirk as she blushed a deep red and didn’t bother looking up. She quickly found an aisle seat and slunk into it.
Professor Stanton continued on with his lecture as if nothing had happened, and after a few minutes Mella was able to breathe again. She hated when he embarrassed her, especially in front of a large group of people as he’d just done. Instead of taking notes and being productive, Mella started doodling on her notebook paper and played absentmindedly with her long, curly black hair.
The cute guy sitting next to her shifted in his seat and Mella looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back and winked. Mella turned away with a grin on her face. She knew she was beautiful, but it was always nice to be reminded that she was still wanted.
Occasionally, throughout the lecture, Mella would glance back up and watch Professor Stanton. He was gorgeous and more than a bit on the cocky side. He was tall with tan skin and short dirty blond hair that he had a habit of running his fingers through when he was exasperated. Mella knew that firsthand; it seemed as if she was always irritating him. After a bit, Mella went back to doodling and the class seemed to be going fine until her cell phone went off. She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten to turn it off; it must have been because she was already running late for class. As quickly as she could, she reached for her phone in her bag and attempted to turn it off without causing too much of a scene, but it was too late. By the time she looked back up again, Professor Stanton was standing next to her, his jaw clenched and his eyes dancing in anger. His hand was outstretched and Mella winced as she gently put the phone into his hand. Professor Stanton turned around and walked back to the lectern to continue.
The rest of the class went off without a hitch, but Mella stayed curled up in her chair making herself as small as possible for the remainder of the period. Her fair skin had turned a strawberry red and maintained that color for the rest of the lecture.
After the longest twenty minutes of her life, Professor Stanton dismissed the class five minutes early, and sat down at his desk to grade papers.
Mella quietly gathered her things and put them in her bag before slowly making her way up to the front of the room where Professor Stanton sat. Mella stood in front of his desk silently and waited for him to look up from his papers. When it was clear he wasn’t going to make this easy on her, she cleared her throat and began speaking.
“I’m really sorry about being tardy Professor,” Mella said, her voice full of remorse. Ben Stanton eyed her critically before he spoke.
“Thank you for your apology Miss Fisher, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to just give you your phone back. I’m still upset that you caused several disturbances in my class.” At these words Mella straightened up, but looked confused. What did he mean he wouldn’t give her phone back? She needed it.
“But, Professor, I…” Mella said before she was interrupted.
“I think something needs to be done about your attitude. You have been showing me nothing but blatant disrespect lately and I won’t stand for it.” Mella’s blue eyes widened as she stared at her Professor. She couldn’t help it when she started to shake lightly. “I think you need to be taught a lesson Miss Fisher,” Ben Stanton said, his voice deepening as he took another look at his amusingly dressed student. Mella started breathing heavily as she caught the look of desire in her professor’s eyes.
“What, what do you want me to do?” Mella all but squeaked as she slowly backed away from Professor Stanton’s desk. The smile that graced his lips could be classified as nothing less than wolfish and Mella did her best not to gulp in fear.
Ben patted his lap and motioned for Mella to come sit on it. She did very hesitantly, knowing everything she was doing was very, very wrong. As soon as she sat down on her professor’s lap, he pulled her down so that she was facing the floor and her bottom was perched precariously across his knees. Mella started to struggle,
“Professor, this is completely inappropriate!” She exclaimed, “I’ve already apologized for my actions, please let me go!” Ben merely held her tighter and lifted her gray skirt up revealing a pair of red silk panties.
“Oh my, Miss Fisher, what an interesting pair of panties. Did you know you were going to be over my lap today? Did you fantasize about it while you were sitting so quietly in your seat?” Mella didn’t say a word just continued wriggling, but when Professor Stanton put his hand gently on her bottom and started rubbing she inhaled quickly and stopped struggling for a moment. The sensations that were wracking her body were very pleasurable.
Just as she was beginning to enjoy these new feelings, she felt her professor’s hand come down hard on her bottom with a resounding *SMACK*.
“Ouch!” Mella yelled out, trying in vain to sit back up. Ben once again held onto his student tightly before her smacked her again.
“This is your punishment Miss Fisher, perhaps next time you’ll be on time to class and make sure to turn off your phone.” Ben Stanton said smiling. With three more well-placed smacks he began gently rubbing the tender flesh.
Mella couldn’t help the tears that sprang to her eyes. Not only was this completely humiliating, but it hurt! And yet, deep down she felt a certain amount of pleasure mixed with the pain. She couldn’t believe she was lying across her professor’s lap where anyone could come in. A surge of excitement swept through her body as she realized the possibility of being caught.
Ben noticed Mella’s sudden silence and decided to up the ante. In one swift motion he pulled her silk panties all the way down revealing two pert and very red mounds of flesh. It had taken all his will power not to slam into Mella when she came bounding in late to his class wearing that flimsy excuse for a skirt. He knew her ass would look amazing across his lap and to emphasize exactly what she was doing to him, he thrust his erection up into her body.
Mella groaned when she felt her professor’s hardness and knew that she was the cause of it.
“Oh God Mella, you don’t know what you do to me,” Ben said quietly before he brought his hand back down again for another couple smacks. His desire grew when her bottom turned a lovely cherry red, but what he enjoyed the most was seeing her most intimate part start to glisten with wetness.
As Mella lay across her professor’s lap she was surprised to feel a few drips of fluid slide down her legs, but it was nothing compared to what her professor did next. Without warning, Ben licked her gushing pussy which sent Mella over the edge; her body wracking with mini tremors from the action.
“Oh my God! Professor Stanton!” Mella cried out, her body had been so taut that it had only taken one spontaneous lick to send her over the edge.
Two minutes later, Mella was calm enough to speak, but found she had nothing to say. Luckily, Ben saved her the embarrassment of speaking first.
“I expect you to be on time for our next class Mella.” He said smirking. “Now, run along home. I’ll be seeing you soon enough.”
Mella quickly zipped her skirt back up and straightened out her tie before heading out the door hastily. She still couldn’t quite believe that her professor had just given her the most intense orgasm of her life inside his unlocked lecture hall.
Mella smiled fondly to herself as she strolled out of the building. Just one more perk of being married to a professor, pretending to be a student made role-playing day so much more fun.
The End
Hope you enjoyed it. A little bit of a twist at the end. Please review, I live for constructive criticism!! -Libby :)