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It is not my desire to waste anyone's time. Therefore for those that it matters; I am a married plus sized woman who is not seeking a relationship. Just talk.
I am it seems...often...and constantly drawn towards age play. I do not see myself as a little girl....so much as a teenage girl.
I imagined that I had to do detention after school. I report to the classroom in a not so imaginative school girl outfit. White button down blouse, kick pleat skirt, white pulled up knee highs and black slightly heeled shoes I know I'm wearing a bra because goign around the school in a white blouse and nothing would be far too revealing and beneath the skirt very simple white cotton panties.
When I get there I see I am the only one serving detention and I find a desk in the classroom to sit down. The man at the desk is older of course and I never imagine them as "good looking" their looks aren't as important surely. He wears dress slacks, a button down shirt in white or light blue ...a tie or not....(sometimes a sweater or a jacket)he has glasses of course and he often looks up at me over the top rim. He doesn't smile.
As I sit there I see across the chalkboard the words "I promise to be a good girl". All he says to me is "write what you see on the board 500 times". I can almost feel my wrist cramp at the sheer number. He says when I complete that I may leave. So I start in writing...but time passes and I am amazed how long it takes. I can't write too fast because in this school you have to start over if your handwriting is sloppy.
At one point I imagine that he gets up and begins to walk around the room ending near me. Standing over me...watching me write for the 100th time "I promise to be a good girl". He carries a ruler with him that he slaps in his hand which frightens me a bit. All he says at one point is "Sit up straight". And so I do. I'm a little surprised when his hand drops down and begins to touch my breasts through my blouse. Softly circling and caressing them as i continue to write...."I promise to be a good girl". He stands to my left as he reaches down his circles getting smaller till his focus is clearly on the nipple that is poking into my bra and surely he can feel it through my blouse. It feels amazing and I don't dare look up. I just continue to write..."I promise to be a good girl."
He continues caressing me through my white blouse as I keep my focus on my writing. He then stops laying the yardstick on the desk beside me and turns back towards me. This time he leans his right arm behind me resting his weight on the back of my chair bending over me and his left arm extends down again and find my breasts once more. He cups, squeezes lightly and then fumbling with the top button only he slides a hand down my blouse and well inside my bra to my bare breast. I gasp at the feel of him groping me and he says "Is there something wrong Miss Laslo?" and I clear my throat and answer "No, Sir".
It has become increasingly hard to concentrate on my writing but I continue "I promise to be a good girl". as he plays with my tits. His hand kneeding them more firmly and playing at length with my nipples that are completely erect and poking into my bra. I keep my back straight as I sit there and feel my breathing becoming labored as he continues. Softly caressing one, round and round, lifting it up, his large hands covering them, fingers adeptly playiing with nipples, he never hurts me...seems to have this amazing touch and sense to his fingertips. I fumble over a word "I pnomise to be a goo...." and he immediately catches it "Erase that. Write it again". My breasts jiggle slightly as I rub the eraser across the words. He almost seems to stop then and just cup them, feeling their soft movements in his palm. When I return to writing he returns to his tender attentions to my soft flesh. This is going on for almost 20 minutes and I am more than a little aware that my panties are soaked. I try very hard to sit still and not give myself away but the bubbling liquid running between my pussy lips and down to the cotton fabric is very hard to ignore. His touch is amazing and wildly distracting. Each mistake, mispell, missed word he catches, instructs me to erase, do over. Cupping me as I jiggle softly in his hand. I can feel his arm at my back. How he encircles me. At one point he places his palm at my back and rubs soft circles and when he does that....his left hand at my breast becomes more firm. More back and forth between the two tits. Softly but more firmly kneeding, rolling the nipple in his fingers, his back hand pressing me forward and into his front hand. I feel completely out of my head and find it almost impossible to not make a mistake. He doesn't even need to tell me to do over I know what isn't acceptible and I attend to it and he sees, stops, cups....the back and forth...of just holding while my breasts shake in his hand and the consistent and firm attentions have my inner thighs wet now, my stomach has been flipping almost constantly but I haven't dared to squirm.
He has been playing with my bare breasts for almost an hour now and with the button undone and his back and forth I am certain he's seen me completely even though my shirt was never off...just his angle above me, my posture, sitting upright and his hand pulling the shirt more and more open. I really might as well have been sitting here topless while he played with my tits.
As I reach the 495 promise...his attentions slow....but he stays well within my blouse back and forth, caressing, fluttering his fingers across them. My soft skin warmed by his attentions for more than an hour....as I reach 499 his hand slides out, he picks up his ruler, walks to the front of the class and sits down at his desk never once looking upat me. I finish and bring my papers up to him my legs slightly week beneath me. I extend my hand with the stack of promises and instead of reaching for them his hand reaches beneath my skirt. Instinctively I jump back. He doesn't waver even though this is clearly inappropriate "Stand still , Miss Laslo ". I swallow and his hand disappears beneath the pleats. I feel him very softly slide his fingers between my thighs and then draw them out again along the crevice of my lips through my panties. Feeling how incredibly soaked I am I squeeze my eyes shut. He just nods. "Yes, just as I suspected". Removes the handkerchief from his shirt pocket and cleans his hand, folds the cloth back up and places it within his pocket again. "You may go."
I walked out of the classroom clutching my books to my chest and all the way home lost in my thoughts of what had just happened to me over the last hour or more. I'd replay them...again and again...and my pussy...just got wetter.
I was more than a little surprised the next day when I received yet another pink slip. "Your attitude needs improvement" is all it said. I really thought I had been so good. I reported to detention after all of my classes and again found I was the only one there. I may have been the only student left in the school it was so quiet. I took my seat again and copied the words off the board " Good girls are obedient." My hand ached at the thought of 500 times...but again....at about 100 he got up and walked around the room stopping at me. It occured just as the day before. First on top of my blouse, then extended time standing over me with his left hand down my blouse while I struggled to write "good girls are obedient". His hand at my back held me firmly forward as he kneeded and pressed his left hand against my fleshy tits. Taking his time with me just as before. My nipples erect and rubbing against his fingers and the fabric of my bra. Each day he'd come to me and play with my tits for over an hour and I'd literally soak my panties as I tried to write neatly. Each day I'd bring the papers forward and each day he'd check my panties to see how soaked they were...but each day...I flinched less. EAch day I'd gasp less at his hand sliding to my naked tits. By the end of the week he'd undone another button and occasionally would pull one tit up and out of my bra and play with her out in the open...it was weird sitting their with my tits out writing about what good girls are expected to do.
He rarely said anything except maybe "watch your posture"..."up straight"..."correct your spelling"...."focus on your handwriting".
And each day I'd walk home my mind awash in how good my tits and really my whole body felt.
The next week my pink slip said "needs more discipline". When I showed up after school and went to find my seat he cleared his throat. I looked over at him and he motioned just with a nod of his head for me to come to him. He extended his hand and simply said "Remove your panties, and give them to me" My eyes went wide and wasn't sure what to say...I set my books down on the edge of his desk and and reaching up beneath my skirt I slid my panties down to my ankles and bending over stepped out fo them. I placed them in the palm of his hand and he deposited them in his desk drawer. "You may have them at the end of detention" is all he said. I walked to my seat afraid of what might be showing but my skirt was long enough to cover everything. I went to sit down and realized that would be a bit harder. for as I would bend down the skirt would rise up in the back and sliding into a school desk requires you to slide one leg in first and well ...it took some doing but I did my best keeping my knees together....as I sat and looked up I saw he'd been watching and my mind reeled wondering what , if anything, he'd been able to see.
I spent that day at my desk and he spent more at his...looking up occasionally over the rims of his glasses to the space between my knees. Sometimes , while focusing on my sentence for the day "Always strive to be good". I know I'd forget myself and my knees would relax. It was almost inteligible , just the shift of his eyes from between my thighs to his papers but i felt it.
The next day I was instructed the same "Panties to be removed," placed in his palm but this time I was not to stay at my desk. My writing would be at the chalkboard behind him. I would work my way across the room, writing over and over what was expectd of a good girl. "Good girls do as they are told". "good girls always obey". "Good girls think of others first". "good girls speak respectfully". I'd fill the chalkboards with my promises and he'd work at his desk. (admittedly my body missed hiim) and yet...this feeling of working so close to him, and being naked from the waist down was admittedly.....wonderful.
After a week of him barely touchingme but me remaining naked beneath my pleats so close to him...and by the way...the worst was when I'd get to the board diretly behind him. He'd move his chair a bit foreword allowing me room but I'd still brush against his shoulders with my hips, or bottom. I thought for sure he would hve touched me but he only would look up from his papers occasionally.
One day when I reported, after removing my panties he patted the top of his desk. Not right in front ofhim but the small stack of books at his left. I looked at him confused. "You've done enough writing for a while, I think a "time out" would serve you well". Still confused he explained. "Come sit" I walked around to that side of his desk and sitting my bare bottom on his books , placed my hands in my lap, dangling my legs over the side.
"No, no , no" he said shaking his head. "Feet here(near the drawers), bend your knees and wrap your arms around them like you do when you sit on the floor watching a game or tv" My face flushed pink understanding this would raise my knees and position me facing his direction but for some reason I did comply. "Good" he said "now sit still and not a peep out of you for the rest of the time, I have a lot of papers to grade".
So, I sat beside him on top of his desk, knees pulled up to my chest resting my bare bottom on his books. I don't think I realized at this time what sort of view this afforded him for I had never looked at porn, or many nude pictures of women, to be sure, but sitting like this allowed him to look up from his papers when ever he felt like it and not only see my bare bottom, which I assumed he could, but also a very lovely view of my puffy pussy lips poking between my thighs.
He mainly worked at his papers. Grading one after another but occasionally I'd see him glance to his left for a moment, eyes over his glasses rims beneath my skirt and he'd linger , staring right at her. Then he'd go back to work. At one point he stopped, staring at her and extended his hand holding his pen. I almost flinched...almost...as he softly glided the end from my opening slowly up to my clit. He looked up at my face at this moment, almost expressionless, seemed to be just gauging my response. then casually placing the tip in the corner of his mouth he went back to grading.
Sometimes over the next week he'd have me retreive things for him from the high shelves having to use the class ladder. I understood why he asked this of me and so for some reason I took my time finding those novels. He'd lean back in his chair then and watch me offering no help in finding it. Or to close the transom windows which required the ladder too and again me , always with my panties placed in his desk.
And then it just stopped. I didn't recieve a pink slip. No note from the teacher. Nothing. I walked home each night after school feeling confused. Lost.
I finally went to his classroom one day after a week of no conact from him and he was there, Grading papers. I knocked and he looked up. "Yes? How may I help you, Miss Laslo?" I wasn't really sure what to say and certainly was embarassed for what I was asking. "I...I...I just wondered why you never give me detentions any more?" He set down his pen and turned towards me. "come in and close the door" he said. when I got to his desk he motioned for me to sit across from him and I sat down smoothing my skirt. "Your attitude is much improved. that's why". I wasn't sure what to say at first..."Oh...thank you, Sir...I'm glad". He nodded watching me. I fidgeted a bit in my seat not sure what to say...how to ask...or if I shouldn't and just leave. I went to get up and turned to leave when he said "if you feel you would like more intensive tutoring that can be arranged but you need to put in a request through the Principal and you will be assigned to a teacher". I was glad of this option but didn't want just any teacher. I wanted him. I wasn't sure if we were speaking of what I was thinking but I didn't know how to ask for it. "A teacher will be assigned?...is there anyway to request you?" I swear he almost smiled...almost. "If it is your desire for me to be your teacher, Miss Laslo, then I can make sure that happens". I was relieved. My mind was racing and so was my heart...sitting here talking to him like this after what had occured between us. He watched me fidget "Is that what you'd like, Miss Laslo? " ....I looked up quickly, lost in my thoughts. "Yes...yes, sir I would"
"Very well" he said..."then I need to be sure we have an understanding"....I watched him...waiting...." I will make sure you become my private student once you request more intensive training, but anything I teach you, anything we do here or elsewhere as there may be "field trips" must be strictly confidential or it will cease immediately. do you understand?' I nodded quickly. "I'll need your words, Miss Laslo" ...clearing my throat I choked out "yes, Sir ...I understand". He nodded "good...not anyone in your family, none of your girlfriends and quite frankly any boyfriends at this age will need to be approved by me anyway" ...."but you cannot share anything we do with anyone...you simply will explain that you were seeking extra help in Literature and Philosophy." ...."I understand, Sir". "Very good, we will begin as soon as I receive your request to continue." Collecting my books I went directly to the Principal's office and put in my request.
When I received my "assignment" to him for intensive tutoring my stomach flipped. I watched my mailbox at school for days. With the paper clutched in my hands and his name on it I felt I had the most delicious secret. I felt happy, excited and a little embarassed all at the same time. "What have I done? what must he think of me? what will he ask of me? what will this "intensive tutoring" entail? I was wildly distracted all day in my classes, off in another world waiting and watchign the clock til school ended and I could go to him. when the bell rang I waived goodbye to my friends and grabbing my things made my way for his classroom. When I arrived he was reading and I tapped lightly on the door. "come in, close the door, set your things down". I did precisely as I was told and by the time I did he was beside me. He stood beside me looking me in the eyes and then slowly up and down my body until he extended a hand to my breasts. I stood still as he lightly caressed them through my blouse, thankful for his touch again. He spent a little time caressing, kneeding them pinching at the nipples through my blouse and then suddenly grabbing both shoulders shoved me against the wall. My head swung back banging it slightly. I looked at him startled...but he pressed himself into me. He seemed upset, angry...his hand roughly groped beneath my skirt, his legs kicking mine apart. I almost lost my footing.His hand found my panty covered cunt and grabbed her. I just gasped at him "Sir?!"...I didn't know what else to say as I felt his fingers on me, stroking her, his thighs pressed hard pushing my ass into the wall. He grabbed me by the throat iwth one hand unbuttoning quickly with the other. I watched in shock as he exposed my tits so quickly. I just stood there chest heaving as his eyes devoured me. He then without touching them reached beneath my skirt and pulled down my cotton panties to mid thigh. He then holding my throat but not so much that I couldnt' breathe almost spat at me "Why didn't you report me?!" ...I blinked..."what?!...Sir?!" ...he demanded pulling me out a bit and pushing me back into the wall. "Why didn't you turn me in? Why didn't you tell anyone? Why did you come back?!" ...I was confused but the only thing I could think to say was "I...I...I didn't want you to stop." He seemed to calm down at this...searchign my eyes...seeing I was telling the truth. He stood back from me now...letting go of my neck. I just stood there shaking with my panties around my thighs and my shirt hanging open my big tits exposed. He searched my eyes again and then let them trail down me lingering over bare breasts and then motioning with one hand he said "lift your skirt". I grabbed the hem and lifted my skirt high exposing my pussy to him. He stepped back and sat down for a moment. Catching his breathe from the attack. He sat there for a while regaining his composure and just staring at me before him. Exposed...obedient...still here. My white panties tight around my thighs, my pussy bare and wet from the excitement. My breasts still out, bare, pink and soft before him.
He then got up and walked to his desk speaking. "during our time together you will be taught many things and given many things, all will be for your good and most for your pleasure, one of those things will be regular spankings. I feel it helps keep a good girls mind clear, straight and focused where it need be." he turned watching my reaction "that being, on me. Furthermore, sometimes, I will simply spank you because I want to and it gives me pleasure. Some spankings you will come to enjoy, some...you will not. You will want to avoid those."....He sat down at his desk chair and said "now come to me, just as you are, do not adjust anything, just come." I walked the space between us still confused by what had just occured and further confused by the thought of a spanking but something in me...something in him...made all that he asked unquestionable...at times. He pat his lap and I layed myself across it. Lifting my skirt. He began.
One of the many spankings i was sure to receive. He started of slowly, not soft but not very hard. My panties were already down which felt wonderful in my mind...this feeling of being so close to him, exposed...just lying here being spanked over and over...rapid succession and then stopping for a break. The wallops became harder...my ass warmed....he'd stop....soothe and continue. I kept my legs together and held onto the arm of his chair for support. He remained focused on my reddening bottom. His wallops lifting my ass cheeks up. he covered each cheek. round and round...some on the top of my thighs, then the other cheek..warming...wallopping....I'd start to squirm and he'd bid me "stay still, Rachelle"....it occured to me that ever since I requested him and this evening started he no longer called me Miss Laslo but by my first name. I struggled to stay still but surely he knew this was hard for his voice didn't sound upset with me just firm and persistant. he'd allow me to control myself and then he'd continue...and so he spent that first evening...after the violent inquisition at the door just thoroughly and completely spanking me til my bottom was so very hot that each wallop felt amazing and hurt like hell at the same time. I was torn...because I loved how it felt. How relaxed and maliable it made me and yet still how excited it made me, each one forcing me to take in a breathe.
After he finished spanking me for an hour he allowed me to lie there and just caressed my bottom over and over relaxing me. Then he softly patted her indicating I was to get up. "Our time is up, Rachelle"
I rose up and began getting myself together while he watched me. Tucking in my breasts and buttoning up my blouse. I then pulled up my panties very slowly over my sore and hot behind and smoothed my skirt. I even had to pull up and smooth my socks.
"Tomorrow then?" is all he said. And I nodded not wishing to leave "Yes, Sir...see you then". Collected my books and walked home on a cloud. I barely recall dinner and after finishing my homework I layed in bed for hours thinking of him.
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