Secret's behind closed doors(18+)

Yes, daddy

My feet silently land on the ground as I step on the schoolground. Even if no one's in school, I don't want to risk being caught by the people who live next to the school. Luckily for me, the school is out of sight for nosy people because of the high walls. This is one of those moments where I truly hate my stupid friends and question why I even befriended them in the first place. "Come on where is that damn key, they said they would leave it here." I scan my surroundings in hope of finding the small white flag that would notify me about the keys whereabouts. If you're a bit curious and wonder why I'm at school in the middle of the night, just continue reading. Let's just say that I lost a small bet and unfortunately had to pay up. That paying up included me entering the school and sabotaging our math teacher's desk, but in a way it would only be noticeable as soon as he took a seat and fell to the ground. I got to give it to them, my friends are quite creative but that doesn't mean that I didn't hate the fact that I was the one getting the punishment.

Five minutes later I finally find the keys and make my way to the backdoors of the school. My friends were smart enough to use the back door, it would've been an even more difficult task if they'd used the front door.

As soon as I'm inside, I let down my guard, it's not like there's anyone here to bust my ass anyways. The soft pitter patter of my shoes are the only sounds heard through the empty and dark school. I'm starting to freak out, because I've never been one to enter creepy places. But right now I had to suck it up and do my job, because I've got some pride to maintain. I run to the second floor and walk straight to the classroom I know from the back of my head. "Lets get this over with." The screwdriver unfortunately made a small hole in the pocket of my skirt. A sudden idea popped up in my head, I was here anyways so why not make the best of it. My fingers traced the smooth wood of the mahogany desk. "Lets fix this up, shall we." Without wasting time I started unscrewing until I was certain the desk and chair would collapse as soon as the teacher took a seat. "Great now I have to get the hell away from here." I rushed out of the classroom and darted down the stairs. My skirt however, got stuck to something. I turned around to pull it back when I saw a hand grabbing my skirt. Fear seeped through my body as I slowly looked up at the body that belonged to the hand. I screamed and tried to run to the door, but he simply picked me up and threw me in a random classroom. My body hit the floor and the impact made me gasp for breath.

"What are you doing here." A cold and menacing voice demanded. "N-nothing, Mr. Santos." A dry chuckle left my Spanish teacher's lips. "So you're trying to tell me that you just magically ended in the school this late at night?" I nodded and bit my lip in fear. "You know what I hate most in the world?" He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. "Liars, especially bratty rich ones." I gulped and averted my eyes. "Look at me, princess." I slowly did as he said and was met with cold calculating eyes. "I'm sorry, Mr. Santos. Please don't tell my parents." The last thing I needed was my parents knowing about this little escapade. I had enough scars to remember what would happen if this fact became known to them. "So now you're just going to beg." He let go of my hair and let out a humorless laugh. "What, are you afraid your parents will cut of your allowance? Pathetic bitch." He crouched down and caressed my left cheek... almost tenderly. A big difference from how he handled me not even thirty seconds ago. "Stand up." I complied and slowly rose to my feet, he did the same. "I changed my mind, I was going to make you suffer and tell your parents but we can just settle this between the two of us. Don't you agree?" My eyes shot up and met his, I was so glad that he would do this for me. He really doesn't know what this means to me. "Yes, thank you Mr. Santos. This means a lot to me." A devious grin played on his lips. "Don't thank me just yet, because you're gonna have to work for it." At this point I didn't care how much I had to work, the only thing that mattered was that he wasn't going to tell my parents. "I will handle every task you throw at me." His eyes glinted dangerously. "I'm sure you will."

"I've finished grading all the tests. Come here, it's time for your punishment." I've been sitting in front of his desk for the past twenty minutes. Before I sat down, he mumbled something about having to finish his work before the fun could begin. So when he finally spoke to me I was a bit startled. "I.said.come.here." I quickly stood up and walked to his desk. "I'm sorry Mr. Santos." He raked his hands through his black hair and simply just stared at me. I squirmed under his scrutinizing gaze and looked everywhere except at him. "Take off your stockings." Did I hear him correctly? "E-excuse me, sir." He smirked and his eyes travelled down my body. "Stockings, off... now." I tried to protest, but his warning gaze shut me up instantly. With trembling hands, I rid myself of the fishnet stockings I was currently wearing. "That's a good girl." He got to his feet and pulled me to the front of the desk. "Put your hands on the desk and bend forward." I heard a soft click behind me and a few second later my hands were cuffed together. I was too shocked to comprehend what was happening, so when he told me to spread my legs I obeyed without questioning it. "In this position I can see that you've got a pretty nice package behind you. Those stupid loose skirts you always wear know how to conceal that little or rather big fact." He squeezed my ass and let out an approving hum. "Lets get this hideous skirt off and see if my assumptions were right." He unzipped my skirt and it fell on the ground. "Pull your feet up, one at a time." I did as I was told and gave him the chance to kick my skirt away. My mind was still fuzzy and I was still in shock about what was happening to me. By the time I finally noticed what had happened, my legs were tied to the desk. He spread my legs in an angle that gave him easy access to all the forbidden places of my body. "This is your last chance. I can either stop and tell your parents, or you don't and I'm free to do whatever I want to your body." I wanted to scream at him to let me go, but the consequences were too big. I couldn't handle anymore of the beatings I got at home, so I gave a small nod signaling him that I would stay. I'm sure he wouldn't go as far as to have s*x with me, right? He was a teacher and I was his student.

"I knew you were a little w***e the first day I saw you. Acting tough with your feminism bullshit, but deep down you're as submissive as it gets." I wanted to say something back, but he didn't give me much time to do so. A harsh slap to my ass stopped the words from flowing out. "f**k!" He rubbed my ass and chuckled. "You deserve punishment, so I will take it upon me to give you what you deserve. I am going to spank you 20 times and I want you to count for me." I didn't respond and just closed my eyes. He didn't seem to like that and grabbed my throat without squeezing in it. "What is a proper way to respond to my question?" I tried squirming out of his hold, but to no avail. "Y-yes, sir." I could feel his breath on my neck. "It's daddy for you." His hot words sent shivers through my body. "Yes, daddy." My voice nothing more than a whisper, but at least I stopped stuttering. "Good girl, now where were we? Ah yes the spanking part. You know what to do right?" He gave my throat a soft squeeze before releasing it. "Yes, daddy." He hummed in satisfaction and squeezed my ass. His hand left momentarily, to come down full force. "Ah! One daddy." My body responded in the worst way possible, the slap sent tingles to my p***y. The second slap was on the left butt cheek. "f**k! Two daddy." He gently rubbed my already sore ass and chuckled. He spanked my other butt cheek. "s**t! Three daddy." And this went on until we finally reached twenty. By that time I was already a quivering mess and my arousal was running down my thigh. I wasn't the only one to notice this. "You really are a w***e huh, getting horny like this." His fingers slipped between my legs and he started playing with my c**t. "P-please, f**k! Stop doing th- ahh!" He pulled his hand away, but a part of my mind begged for more. A few seconds later my wish was fulfilled. "You're so wet, you're dripping. Don't you know shame?" My brain wasn't functioning, so my sense of shame also left with it. His hand found my p***y and he slid one finger inside. My body instantly reacted by clamping around his finger. Guttural moans left my mouth as soon as he started stimulating my c**t with his other hand. He didn't let me orgasm though, he kept fingerfucking me at a slow and steady pace. A second finger joined the first one and I was ready to abandon my pride and ask for more, but a small part of me knew I couldn't go back if I did. "You're such a slut, letting a teacher touch you like this." I could almost see him grin, but I couldn't care less. "M-more." My hips rocked backwards, meeting his slow thrusts. He wasn't having it, so he shoved me back against the desk. "You only move when I tell you to." His fingers left my needy hole and a few seconds later his hand landed on my ass. "f**k!" More arousal dripped down my leg. "What did I tell you about counting?" I grabbed the end of the desk for support. "I'm sorry, daddy. It won't happen again." The spanking went on until he reached 10. "That's a good girl, now you're gonna suck daddy's dick." My eyes widened when I finally realized what he was about to do, I have a terrible gag-reflex. He walked around the desk and stood in front of me, with a few tugs he opened his belt and dropped his pants. I couldn't help but notice the big bulge that was near my face. He stepped out of his pants and pulled his shirt off. I was surprised at how toned he actually was. It's not that I thought he was skinny, but I definitely didn't expect him to be this muscular. "Like what you see?" I gazed up at him and licked my lips. "Yes, daddy." His d**k throbbed through the fabric. "You know what to do." I managed to pull his boxer down with my cuffed hands. I swallowed and slowly licked the tip. He responded with a soft grunt. Then I grabbed his shaft and stroked in a steady rhythm. "Use your mouth babygirl." The pet name went straight to my already soaked lower regions. I licked the shaft from the tip to his balls and softly sucked on both of them. He moaned and threw his head back. Just the idea of sucking my teacher off almost sent me over the edge. "That's it, right there." I licked and sucked until his d**k was slick enough for me to take in my mouth. I wrapped my mouth around the head and swirled my tongue around his sensitive spots. He let out breathless grunts and his d**k throbbed in my mouth. It seems that he couldn't hold back anymore and shoved himself in without warning me. I gagged and tried to breathe through my nose, but failed miserably. He pulled out and slammed back in without giving me the chance to breathe. This repeated for a long time, with short intervals for me to breathe. I kept gagging, but it was less than in the beginning. After having facefucked me for a long period of time he stopped. "Damn, you got a good mouth. Let's see if I can say the same about your pussy." He walked around the desk and positioned himself behind me. I was waiting for him to finally give me the f*****g I deserved, but he just rubbed his d**k against my c**t. I moaned and begged for him to give me what I was craving most. "f**k me, daddy. Please, just f**k me now." He didn't listen and kept rubbing against my c**t. When I was least expecting it, he slammed his full length in my needy p***y. I screamed out in surprise. He didn't stop however, he kept slamming in me like a mad dog. Grunting and spanking my ass. My walls clamped around his d**k in a futile attempt to keep him inside. A familiar pressure started to build up and he speeded up. "Daddy, I'm gonna cum." The sound of skin slapping against each other echoed through the room. He shifted position and his d**k rubbed against my g-spot. I trashed my head from side to side as he kept sliding in and out of my wet p***y. "c*m on my d**k, babygirl." That short sentence was all it took for me to orgasm. My toes curled and I had the most intense orgasm ever. He kept slamming into my over sensitive p***y, making me orgasm a second time in a row. "f**k! I'm close!" His moans got louder and he drilled me to the desk. My feet were literally lifted of the ground, but he pulled out and untied my legs. I was too dazed to struggle. He pushed me on my knees and forced my mouth open with his d**k. His fingers tangled in my hair and he shoved me on my d**k. I gently squeezed his balls and accommodated him as best as I could. His d**k swelled and the first jet of c*m spurted down my throat. "Keep it in your mouth." Spurt after spurt entered my mouth until nothing was left. He pulled out and admired his warm c*m in my mouth. "Swallow." I swallowed and licked his d**k clean. After cleaning his d**k, he helped me stand but I almost stumbled to the ground. "I guess I tied you up a little too tight." My eyes followed his gaze to my legs, where the bonds had left red marks. How am I going to explain that to my friends?