Memoirs of a Submissive *18+*

Chapter 3: Teacher Fantasy part 1

When I was in school I had always imagined my zoology teacher or my gym teacher just f*****g me whenever they wanted too. I would sit in class and just daydream that my teacher would look at me and just decide at that moment - they were going to take what they wanted.

“Alright, so everyone should have a banana and a condom…”

The girls in the corner giggled as they waved around their bananas. I looked over at Coach and saw him shaking his head. My eyes traveled down from his eyes to the front of his loose shorts, I bit my lip, trailing my eyes back up to his face. He was looking right at me, he knew that I was just caught staring at the outline of his c**k that no one else seemed to notice. I bit the tip of my pencil before looking back down at the paperwork and comedic joke of practicing how to put a condom on.

“Kay, can you stay after class?”

I looked back up and nodded my head. “Ummm.. sure, sir.” My best friend looked at me, “What did you do?” She whispered. I shrugged, my mind playing all sorts of scenarios in my head. After a few moments, the class bell rang to dismiss school and class since it struck 3:15 PM. I sighed, relieved that I would be heading home after this, especially to relieve the ache I had in between my legs these last few hours. I stood up and remembered I had to stay behind, sighing, I set my stuff down next to my desk that I was previously at and walked over to the Coach’s Desk.

“Hey Coach, you wanted to see me after class?” I stood next to him in my shorts and oversized shirt that helped conceal my chubby stomach that I was always self-conscious of. He looked up at me and I watched his eyes flicker as if he wanted to look me over, but restrained himself. I bit my lip and stepped back a little realizing how close I was to him.

“Ah yes, can you please close the door? It’s a private matter and it’s about your schooling.” He looked back down at his grade book, not worrying about my response as I was already heading to the door to close it for him. After closing the door, I pulled down the little blind that would cover the tiny window in the door. I then turned on my heel, but before I knew it I was pushed against the wall with a hand firmly on my neck. I stood there, looking at the Coach that had a hungry look in his eye. When did he get up? I thought, I didn’t even remember hearing him move. I gasped, my p***y reacting quite quickly to this jump in behavior.

“Did I catch you looking at my c**k today?” He whispered right next to my ear as his thumb stroked my throat ever so lightly. I tried to suppress a moan, but it partially escaped as I responded, “And so what i-if I was? You are the one wearing tight shorts, today, sir.” His grip tightened as he dragged me back over to his desk, sweeping everything off his desk, he forced me to bend over the desk with my legs spread. If there wasn’t a spot that was showing soaked by now, then I was wearing some very thick shorts today. Purring, his hand still tight around my throat, THWACK! He came down with his other hand to my ass. I felt my sneakers squeak on the floor, my head tossed back as I felt the shooting pain, but it was something different. I never had my ass spanked like that before and my p***y was providing a response for me. I felt my juices on my panties, they were now completely soaked.

I gasped and whimpered at the impact, panting hard. I turned my eyes just enough to see his face with a smirk and even hungrier eyes. A tear slid down my face after the stinging started and he removed his hand from my throat and wiped it away. “I am going to ask you again… Did I catch you looking at my c**k today in class, you slut?” ‘You slut…’ I had never been called something so vulgar, oh how I was loving it. “Y-” I licked my lips, “Yes sir, you did.”

“Ahhhh, there it is. So what do little sluts deserve for doing something they were not given permission to do?” He started to rub the spot on my ass that he spanked. “They.. get p-punished?” I was breathing heavily, I felt like a whole new woman. “Yes, they get punished. So was your p***y aching while you stared at my c**k in class? Were you imagining me f*****g your tight, wet cunt here in this room?” He started rubbing lower on my shorts. I looked at him and deadlocked in his eyes as I wanted whatever this man was about to give me. I spoke softly, but loud enough for him to hear. “Yes, sir. I wanted to suck on your c**k and not the b-banana you provided in class.” I squirmed slightly in the position I was in, he slightly tapped the burning spot which caused me to cease movement. “Good, because that…” Tap! Tap! Tap! “...is exactly what you are going to be doing.” I blinked, did he just… No.. Oh f**k… He stood me up and grabbed my breast hard. I let out a soft moan, standing in front of him. “Take off your shorts…” He whispered against my lips, his hand had snaked up to wrap around my throat. “And your panties… and get on your knees..right now..” He growled against my lips.