Adultery ALISON A TEACHER'S STORY by exbiidelhi2012

[sarit11]

I cleared my throat, nervously. “All my lessons are fucking boring, Adam.”
“You’re fucking right they are! Now, for being deliberately boring, I think you should be punished, don’t you?” He smiled, sweetly.
“I, er..”
“Yes. You know you do. You do boring fucking lessons on purpose, making us all suffer a lot of boring crap about Shakespeare and all that, and you should be made to pay for that, shouldn’t you?”
“Look, Adam, you can punish me at home, at my flat, you know that. I don’t know what you had in mind, but not here, Adam, please, not in my own classroom. Please Adam, come ‘round and punish me tonight, at my flat, yes?” I moved closer to him, smiling seductively. I reached out and stroked his upper arm, trying my best to appease him.
He looked thoughtful. Then he reached out a hand, pushed my jacket open and began to fondle one of my breasts, almost absent-mindedly. I felt my nipple start to respond at once.
“Tell you what I’m going to do. I’ll come back here at lunch time and let you know what your punishment will be, right?”

I heaved a sigh of relief. “Yes, ok Adam, whatever you say.”
“In the meantime, you have to be made to suffer as the poor bastards in your classes are going to suffer, right?”
“Suffer? Adam, what do you mean?”
“Take your knickers off.”
I glanced at my watch, “Adam, there isn’t time, classes start in a minute or two, please. Please.”
“Oh, I’m not going to fuck you, at least not right now.” He chuckled. “No, your punishment for being such a boring bitch is to have to go without your knickers for the morning, now give them to me.”
I knew it was a waste of time arguing. I reached under my skirt and slipped my knickers over my hips, then stepped out of them and handed them to my tormentor.
He took them with a broad grin on his face, then stuffed them roughly into the inside pocket of his college blazer. “Give me a quick look at your arse, then.”
“Adam, please, classes are about to start.”
“Get on with it, for fuck’s sake.”

I glanced around, checking we were still alone, then quickly lifted my skirt and turned around, bending slightly at the waist. He ran his fingers over my skin.
“Is it sore after last night?”
“Not really.”
“Perhaps I need to hit it harder then?”
“Please Adam, have you finished?”
“For now.” He laughed, giving my bottom a playful slap. “But remember, I’ll be back at lunch time. Until then, you enjoy having your bald little pussy almost naked. See you later, Alison.” He said, turning and making his way out of the classroom.
I hurriedly smoothed my skirt back into place, and found my hands were shaking as I did so, but shaking with what? Nerves? Stress? Excitement? I didn’t have time to examine my feelings further as my first class of the day began to file in. Once again I felt tremendously vulnerable in front of my students as I was forced to deliver lessons completely devoid of underwear.

At morning break Alan came to see me. He picked up on my tension at once and wanted to know what was wrong. When I told him he laughed contentedly. “You should be enjoying this. Being made to hand your knickers over to a boy you hate, knowing that he’ll be back to use and abuse you in just a short time. I thought this was the kind of stuff to have you on fire!”
“Well, yes, but it’s just that I don’t know what he’s going to do to me. I mean, he’s such a nasty little shit, it could be anything.”
“Exactly. That’s what got you going, right?”
“I suppose so.”
“Go with the flow. Be as humble as you can, make him feel like he’s putting you through hell. Let him enjoy himself, and do whatever he says. That way, you’ll really enjoy yourself, ok?”
“Easy for you to say.” I grinned at him. He smiled back and sauntered from the room.

The next lesson seemed to drag on interminably. I kept looking at my watch, but it never seemed to move. At one point I even tapped the glass to make sure that it hadn’t stopped. And then suddenly the lunchtime bell rang. There was the usual shuffling of chairs and desks as the students stood and filed their way out, and then I was left alone.
I sat at my desk, waiting for him to arrive. I didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes later he strode confidently into the classroom, grinning at me.
“Enjoy your morning?” He laughed. I shrugged. “Now, I was going to punish you for making us sit through boring lessons, wasn’t I?”
I didn’t respond.
“What do you think I should do to you, Alison?”
“I really don’t know Adam. Whatever it is, couldn’t we please do it at my flat, instead of here?”
“No, I don’t think so. What classes do you have this afternoon?”
Stupidly, I answered truthfully. “None, I’m free on Friday afternoon.” I immediately regretted it as I saw his face light up.