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I suffered a restless sleep last night and now I'm tiredly getting ready to walk down to the school earlier than normal. I shower and fix my hair until every last strand looks perfect. I apply my make-up effortlessly and dress more modestly than normal in a knee length skirt, thick purple cardigan, and matching camisole. Since I'm walking the two miles to school I decide on a pair of old purple and gray puma's that I bought last year at a thrift store in Knoxville.
When I arrive at my high school I'm thirsty, hungry, and still have thirty minutes before Landon is supposed to arrive. The front doors to the school are open since the basketball team has practice in the mornings so I spend five minutes at the water fountain, drinking as much as I can until I no longer have cottonmouth, and then I walk straight to Mr. Tucker's room, set my books at my desk, and sit down to wait.
Musical laughter mixed with Landon's low chuckle drift into the classroom and my eyes flicker to the door. Landon walks in holding a box of fresh donuts with Ms. Kielly following behind him. She says something through her giggles but when Landon spots me already in my chair his smile fades and his laughter disappears. Ms. Kielly notices me in the room and then her girlish laughter stops, too.
"Savannah, what are you doing at school on a Saturday?" I guess Landon didn't tell her he is tutoring me.
I want to run out of the room and never show my face in front of Landon again. Clearly our tutoring sessions are over. Landon must have changed his mind about what he said that night in his car before he peeled out of my driveway. And what, now he's with Ms. Kielly? What does she have that I don't have besides wrinkles, large bags under her eyes, and a stretched out and worn vagina?
"I'm here because I have a tutoring session with Mr. Tucker this morning. I guess I'm a little early. I walk to school so it's hard to judge how long it will take me each day."
Her shocked expression disappears and now she's enthusiastically smiling at me with her big, sparkling white teeth. "Mr. Tucker is tutoring you? That's so great, and it explains why your grades have turned around in my class. I'm impressed with your dedication this year, Savannah. Keep up the hard work."
Ms. Kielly turns her back to me as her long, manicured gel nails rest against Landon's chest before teasingly scratching at his fitted, lightweight black sweater. "I'll let you get to your tutoring session while I go find the girls for cheerleading practice. We can chat later."
Translation: I want to fuck you right now but you have a student here so I'll blow you in your car later.
She's such a predictable, old, English-teaching whore.
Thank the Lord Landon can't hear my thoughts because my immaturity is breaking through with every second that passes. I'm being childish, I know that but I'm also a teenager so that's to be expected.
Landon closes the door behind Ms. Kielly. He doesn't lock the door but he draws the blinds closed on the window next to the door, blocking my view of the hallway. We're alone for the first time since Monday night. Our kiss on his sofa begins to replay on a loop in my head. I'm trying hard to remember the rejected way I felt that night so I can simmer my hormones down and get through this tutoring session before my shift at the GG-mart.
"Savannah, I wasn't sure if you were going to show up." His hands are tucked in the front pockets of his dress slacks. He's studying me over the top of his glasses that have slipped slightly down his nose. He looks so damn good today and it causes the dirty scenarios in my head to multiply. I ignore the sudden urges and answer his question.
"Why wouldn't I show up? You promised me you'd tutor me this weekend and since we haven't met up all week I already feel my grades slipping."
"You're still managing a B in my class."
Before I can stop myself I blurt out, "What do I need to do to get an A?"
The question sounds innocent enough but by the look he throws my way I know he's thinking exactly what I'm thinking and suddenly there are a lot of inappropriate ways I'd like to earn an A in his class.
His right hand leaves the front pocket of his pants and he reaches up to pull his glasses away from his face. He pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "Savannah, let's get this out of the way so we can spend the rest of the time we have together focusing on your work." He pauses to make sure I'm paying attention and once he's satisfied he continues, "I like you."
My heart begins to race, my inner vixen comes out of hibernation, and I perk up in my seat as a smile spreads across my face.
"I admit it. It's not really a well-kept secret between us. You're extremely attractive and too sexy for your own good. You're fun to be around, you’re smart, and you make me laugh. If our situation was different I'd definitely be asking you out, but our situation isn't different. I'm your teacher and you're my student. You're underage–"
"I'm eighteen," I remind him.
"Okay, you're barely legal and starting something with you would be inappropriate. I don't want to let you down or hurt your feelings because you're a beautiful woman, but you and I are never going to happen. What happened Monday night was a mistake. Let's focus on your studies so that in the spring you're ready to graduate."
It was a well thought out speech, I’d give him that. He probably practiced it several times this week, preparing to deliver it to me the first chance he got. Too bad it's not going to work on me. I got a taste of Landon Monday night and now I want the full experience.
He sits down at his desk, cautiously waiting for me to respond. Instead I open up the book that was assigned to me in English class and begin reading where I left off. I can feel his eyes penetrating me through the book so I lift it a little higher to cover my face so I'm not tempted to look his way. It's a weak way of avoiding him, but I want what I say next to really intrigue him so I'm saving my words.
Less is more and all that.
As the time ticks by and I'm convinced he's no longer watching me, I lower the paperback so I can steal glances in his direction. He's grading papers–a red marker in one hand as he turns a ruler around in circles with his other hand. His long fingers drag against the wooden sides, intricately moving the ruler in ways that have my imagination going wild.
That damn ruler. Why does he constantly play with it? Does he know what a tease he is? I've had dreams about that ruler and the ways he could use it on me. It's a damn sex toy disguised as a learning tool.
What I say next is completely his fault because his "sex toy" has inspired the words I want to say to him to break the silence.
"Mr. Tucker?"
His glasses are back in place on the bridge of his nose as he tilts his head slightly up to look over at me. "Yes, Savannah?"
Lifting my index finger to my mouth, I part my lips and trail the pad of my finger along my bottom lip before biting down on the tip seductively. His eyes flicker to my lips but he's quick to dart them away as he sits up straight and clears his throat. My teeth release my finger and I finally respond, "Your ruler is distracting me."
He opens his mouth to respond but I continue before he can say anything. "You see, I've had countless dreams about you and that ruler. I fantasize all the ways you could punish me with it...force me to lift up my skirt and then smack my ass repeatedly with all twelve inches of hard wood."
His hand drops the ruler and he places the red marker down on top of the papers he was grading. He's uncomfortable, yet turned on by my words as his Adam's apple moves and he swallows difficultly. This is the reaction I wanted so I continue.
"I almost came in my sleep dreaming of you slapping that hard wood against my clit–the vibrations it would cause throughout my body with each punishing hit. Watching you twist and turn that ruler while grading papers brought back all these fantasies and instead of concentrating on the story in front of me, my panties are wet and I'm so horny. I might even have to excuse myself to the ladies' room so that I can finish what you started just by fingering that ruler."
He doesn't say anything, just stares at me blankly. I brazenly
stand up in my seat and walk over to him seductively, swaying my hips dramatically with each step. Dressing modest today seemed like a good idea but I'm regretting it right now, afraid he's not getting the full Savannah experience. I walk behind the desk so I'm standing above him as he sits in his chair. Grabbing the ruler with my right hand, I wrap my other hand around the girth. I begin to stroke the ruler, simulating what I'd like to be doing to his rock-hard cock.
"Do you want to punish me, Mr. Tucker?" I purr. "Do you want to bend me over this desk and smack my ass until my cheeks are red from each chastising blow? Would that make everything all better?"
His hand lowers below the desk and I watch as he adjust himself, pushing down on his erection as he responds, "What do you think you're doing, Savannah? This is wildly inappropriate."
I lean over him, wishing my cardigan didn't cover so much. I would have preferred my big, heavy tits in his face. My soft breasts would tempt him like a dieter in a bakery–impossible to resist.
I blow gently in his ear and then whisper, "I'm being honest with you, Landon. And in being honest I feel it's my duty to tell you I dreamt about you punishing me this way and when you were finished you'd release the hard wood you have tucked in your pants. You'd fuck me from behind, begging me to come as I held on to the top of your desk, climaxing all over your cock with perverse pleasure."
In the last three minutes I've crossed the line in so many ways and there is no reasonable explanation–if he turned me in right now I'd be expelled. That's why I decide to keep going. I have nothing to lose.
Wrapping my right arm around his shoulders I slide my left hand down his chest. I can feel each taut muscle of his washboard abs below his thin sweater. He's so still underneath my touch, fearful of where my hand might go next, but he doesn’t stop me so I go further, past his belt, over the front of his slacks, until my hand covers the huge, thick bulge he has hidden underneath.
Holy hell! Landon has one hungry mammoth snake underneath there and it wants to slither inside my dark tight canal.
I'm waiting for him to stop me, prepared for the lash of his tongue as he scolds me and takes me out of the room in anger. He surprises me when he doesn't block my journey or say a word to stop me. His head tilts back and he growls out in pleasure from my brief touch.
I begin to massage his cock with my fingers and he groans, closing his eyes and enjoying my touch. I try to grip him through his pants so I can jack him off, but the position makes it impossible and then suddenly his leashed snake is no longer in my grip. Landon stands up, pushing the chair out from behind him as he narrows his eyes in on me.
He doesn't touch me as he pants, attempting to catch his breath. He drags a free hand through his hair and there are drops of perspiration along his hairline.
"Stop and sit down, Savannah." His voice is demandingly clear. I turn around and am ready to sit down at my desk but then I'm startled by a sharp slap on my ass followed by a delightful stinging sensation.
Am I dreaming again? Did I fall asleep while reading, or did Landon just smack my ass with the ruler?
As if he's answering my thoughts I feel the bite of the wooden ruler again and I squeal in delight–the pain of his hit filling my body with a scorching heat and my head swirls. "Bend over your desk and hold on to the top of the chair."
I turn to face him, hoping to see some sort of confirmation in his piercingly beautiful eyes that this is really happening but then he smacks my ass again and commands, "Don't turn around, Savannah. Do as I say."
Yes, Mr. Tucker.
I push my books off my desk and they topple to the floor–my history book creating a loud bang as it hits the carpet. Sticking my ass out I bend over my small desk, pressing my tits against the hard, plastic sandstone desktop. I wrap my small hands around the top of the attached navy chair and hold on, waiting for his next command. I can’t see what he's doing. My eyes are focused on the seat of my chair as I look down submissively and ask, "Have I been a bad girl, Mr. Tucker?"
I feel his cheek brush against my hips as he kneels down behind me. His fingers wrap around each of my ankles and slowly drag up my lower legs, causing goose bumps to ripple across my body. His hands caress my calves, the back of my knees, the inside of my lower thighs, and then he's slowly pushing the material of my skirt up my thighs and leaving tender wet kisses in each palm's path. My skirt crumples around my waist and he grabs my ass cheeks in his hands and squeezes my flesh roughly.
"You've been a very naughty girl, Savannah." His lips kiss each cheek of my plump ass and then he's licking a path down my crack, tracing the thin string of my thong with his tongue. Muffled against my flesh he threatens, "You deserve to be punished."
Suddenly his mouth is gone and I feel the sting of the ruler between my legs. The pain the wood brings against my slick flesh is much more pleasurable than I even imagined. Landon hits me again and again, changing where the ruler contacts me with each hit. My clit is throbbing, my pussy's drenched. I feel the warm tingling build-up of my approaching orgasm each time he makes contact. Tears sting my eyes as his free hand grabs my ass, a finger teasing my puckered back entrance. This is all so foreign to me yet it feels so natural with him. Landon was meant to worship my body in this way.
Just as I let out a tortured sound, pleading for another punishing blow, the ruler is gone and my thong is being pushed aside. Landon's mouth replaces the tiny material. His mouth caresses my cleft before he sucks my swollen clit between his lips, his tongue stroking the tight bundle of nerves. My body is so pent-up from his assault with the ruler that I come faster than my hand or vibrator has ever achieved.
"Mr. Tucker," I scream, my voice carrying throughout the small classroom. I bite the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to keep quiet from any more outbursts. The last thing I need is a teacher or student hearing me and coming in to find out what is wrong.
His tongue continues to stroke my clit, soothing the quake my body endured, and once my body has settled down and the last delightful feeling of the earth shattering orgasm Landon gave me has left my body, he kisses the outer lips of my pussy and then his lips are gone. I continue to pant as I lay chest down on the desk. Once my legs stop shaking I stand up and pull my skirt back down over my ass.
The room is so quiet I could hear a pin drop. When I turn around Landon is still on the floor. He's sitting on his ass with his legs bent at the knee and crossed in front of him. His elbows rest on his inner thighs as his palms cover his face. He's upset and after what we've just experienced together him battling with inner turmoil is the last thing I want to see.
"Landon?" I call out, hoping that he'll look up at me. I want him to tell me everything is okay. When he doesn't answer I get down on the ground with him and crawl over to where he sits. My fingers wrap around his wrists and I pull his palms from his face. Without thinking through the consequences I crawl onto his lap, straddling his hips, and then my hands cup his cheeks and I tilt his head up so I can look down at him.
I know I was the one just beaten, deliciously punished from the bite of the ruler, but he looks like he's waiting for his punishment–a far less fun, more brutal punishment. I whisper softly, "Don't do this to yourself, Landon. What just happened was incredible."
His eyes narrow as he shakes his head in disagreement. "I'm confused...and ashamed. I thought I was better than the man I was five minutes ago. I should be able to resist you and do the right thing, but you tempt me more than any woman I've ever met."
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Landon. I wanted you. I more than wanted you–I had to have you. You're always so good at turning me down and doing the right thing but I'm not. I’ve never cared about right or wrong when it comes to you because I've wanted you since the first day I met you. When you started tutoring me I got to know you better. We've been able to spend so much time together and my attraction to you grew from just a physical attraction to something more."
He's watching me now, sincerely taking in my words and trying to understand. I
laugh, lightening the moment before adding, "Don't get me wrong, I still think about you fucking me at least a dozen times a day. My sex drive is so high when I'm around you I'm a borderline nympho."
He smiles at my confession and my stomach flutters at the sight. "I like you, Landon, a lot. I may even be in lo–"
"Don't say it. Don't even think it." His smile disappears and his face turns grim.
"Why not?"
"Because...because you barely know me. We haven't even had sex yet and if you don’t say that four-letter word then maybe we can still fix this. I can get you a new tutor, or I can transfer to another school. I can change things so I'm not the man I was ten minutes ago who took advantage of his student."
"I do know you. We've shared so much about each other over the last several months so don't use that as an excuse because it's crap. As far as ten minutes ago goes, I liked that side of you." He gently grabs my hips and moves me off his body before standing up. I shift on the floor to my knees and then stand up, too.
“Well, I didn't know that side of me existed. I took advantage of you. You're a vulnerable student with a school girl crush and I should have handled that better and let you down easy."
Tears begin to well in the corners of my eyes as he continues to tell me–in several different ways–how much he regrets what we just did.
I wipe the tears from my eyes and confess, “Well, I don't regret it. The only thing I regret is hearing how much you wish it didn't happen."
"I could lose my job, Savannah, or worse. I don't know what the laws are here in Tennessee but I know when I became an educator I promised myself that I would never get in a situation like this. I know you’re eighteen and of legal age, but I'm still your teacher. This is wrong and if people were to find out..." He trails off because he either doesn't know the exact consequences if people were to find out, or he doesn't want to say them out loud.
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