Adultery ALISON A TEACHER'S STORY by exbiidelhi2012

[sarit11]

He took hold of my wrist and l pulled me onto his lap. As I settled into position I could clearly feel the stiffness in his trousers as it pushed into my soft flesh. He paused for several moments, obviously having a good look at my pert little bottom. And then he began to stroke my bottom cheeks. My breathing began to grow shallow as the sensations from his stroking and the sexual tension in the room began to transmit to my pussy. I shifted positions slightly, allowing my thighs to part as I did so which gave him a view along my entire slit. I felt his cock twitch beneath me.

"And now for your punishment." He announced.

The smacks which he delivered were enough to sting, but were nothing compared to what Neil, or even Alan had given me. Nevertheless I squealed with each blow, sounding still like a naughty little girl. I started to sob with each blow, and before long my eyes had begun to water. Tears started to run down my cheeks.
"Tell me how sorry you are, Alison"
"Oh I'm really sorry Sir.", I sobbed. "I'm sorry I messed up the papers Sir, and I'm so sorry I used such bad language Sir. I won't do it again Sir, I promise. Please Sir, no more. Please Sir, it hurts."
"What hurts more Alison, your bottom or your pride?" He said, a clear tone of amusement in his voice.
"My bottom Sir. I'm ashamed of my behaviour Sir. I promise I'll be good Sir."
"You had better be my girl, or you'll be over my knee again do you understand?"
"Yes Sir, I will be good Sir. Thank you Sir."
He had stopped spanking me now. I could feel the warmth in my bottom from his slaps, and knew that my cheeks would be pink from his punishment. I assumed that it was all over, and he'd had his fun and started to stand up.

"Where do you think you're going?", he snapped, "I'm not finished with you yet."
"Sorry Sir.", I said and settled back into position.
"You think that's it do you? I need to be sure of something first." And as he said this he began to stroke my bottom again. His hand slipped down to my leg and began to stroke first the back of my thighs, and then the inside of them. I opened my thighs a little to give him access, and then he said, "I've heard of girls like you who actually enjoy being punished. Are you one of those dirty, disgusting little girls Alison, who like to be spanked? Well, are you girl?"
"No Sir." I lied.
"Well let's make sure shall we." And he slid his hand between my legs and began to stroke the lips of my pussy.

"Oh no Sir, please don't. I've said I'm sorry, please don't do this to me Sir." I was playing the part well, and I knew it. His fingers started to probe between my lips. I knew I was wet. I continued to moan and whine, but now I also started to squirm around on his lap. This caused my legs to open further giving him easier access to my most private parts. I felt a finger penetrate me. It slipped in easily to my well-lubricated hole.
"Well what do we have here, Alison?"
"I'm sorry Sir." I whispered.
"It seems to me that this was no punishment at all. I really do believe that you've enjoyed the whole experience. Is that right, young lady?" His finger continued to penetrate my hot little hole sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I was already very aroused, his gentle probing of my pussy was causing my brain to fog.

"Yes Sir, er, I mean no Sir.", I stammered. "I really can't help it Sir. I'm really sorry Sir. Please forgive me Sir."
Suddenly, his finger slipped from my hole, and travelled along my wet slit. The moment it touched my clit I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure and spread my legs further to prolong the pleasure.
"You really are a disgusting little girl aren't you?", he said, his finger still stroking my clit. "I would never have believed it of you Alison. First the bad language, and now this. I really don't think you are the sort of person I want working in my college. I think I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Oh, please Sir, no. Don't make me leave Sir, this is my first job and I desperately want to stay. I'll do anything if you let me stay Sir, I promise." His finger had brought me to the very brink of a powerful orgasm, and my humiliation at begging him in such a way drove me over the brink. I moaned as my climax started and clamped my legs together onto his hand. I bucked my hips, rubbing his finger against my clit, I began to cry out loud "Oh God, I'm coming. Please Sir, don't stop, oh please Sir, please Sir." My body shook with the strength of my climax. And then I collapsed over his knee, sobs racking my body as the waves subsided.
I began to regain my breath, and started to rise from his lap.

"Yes, stand up Alison. Stand up, and then hands behind your head and feet apart while I consider what I am going to do with you." I did as I was told, standing a few feet in front of him, my hands clasped behind my head, pushing my breasts towards him. My feet were shoulder width apart, which gave him a perfect view along my swollen, wet slit.
He stood up and began to slowly walk around me, examining each part of my body as he did so. First he focused on my face, pink and tear stained from my climax. Then he stood behind me examining my hair, my back and my bottom, still pink from the spanking. Then he stood in front of me and ran his eyes up and down my entire body.

He reached out and began to fondle my breast. Stroking the nipple, making it harden, then cupping the weight of my breast.
"So you are desperate to stay to the end of term, are you?"
"Yes Sir."
"And you'll do anything to be allowed to do so, is that correct."
"Yes Sir. Anything."