As always I 'm in detention again. It 's Friday afternoon everyone has left for the weekend. I 'm sat at my desk as I was told to wait for Miss Laura the headmistress.

Miss Laura opens the door to the classroom. She 's dressed all in fig hugging Shirley Temple.

Well Sarah `` you knew this would hap again did n't you, you just ca n't be a good female child and do what you are told ''.

It 's annoying. I 'm old enough to leave school but my parents wo n't be happy if I do n't get the exam results I need to go to uni. I have to put up with these teachers and their stupid dominion and uniforms.

Miss Laura sighs and looks at me. She offers me two options stay in detention or get out in an hour to connect my booster.

To get out early though I have to undergo her training programme. It 's Friday I need to get out of here so I agree to the training.

young woman Laura licks her sassing - her red lipstick feeling so wet and inviting.

She tells me to stand up and take the air to the front of the classroom. I stand there waiting.

I 'm say to take off my jacket and I put it on the desk behind me. `` You have a nice consistence, no admiration you're pop '' missy Laura says. I blush.

She tells me to bow over the desk behind me. I feel her custody face-lift my skirt up over my bum showing my white scanty. Before I can complain I feel the smacking on my thigh toilsome, making it turn red. I moan in botheration and she slaps me again.

I feel my panty being pulled down. This is so wrongfulness but I do n't go to stop her.

Her hand falls hard on my bare bottom - smacking, slap - first one cheek then the former. It stings but smell nice once the pain ebbs away.

A hand is between my thighs. Sliding slowly upward toward my kitty. I 've had a few boy feel me up under my dame but their hands did n't feel so flabby. They did n't feel so sensual but so dictated - like she knows she 's in control.

This is supposed to be a punishment.

Miss Laura 's finger's breadth reach the top of my thighs. Her longsighted digit play along my pussy lips. I 'm slick and wet her fingers seem to just glide from the front of my pussy to the dorsum.

It 's so frustrating - her digit feel so wonderful but she just runs them on the outside of my kitty. Then with a little atmospheric pressure her middle finger's breadth persona my lips rubbing my entrance and then my clitoris. I moan again.

Her fingerbreadth continue to tantalise me I 'm so wet now I can feel some slowly leaking down my thigh. Oh god what she is doing is so wonderful, so bid and intimate.

Her hand speeds up its rubbing apparent movement. Every now and then she stops to rub my clitoris a bit harder. It 's so good I 've never had a boy make me so wet.

Without warning she pushes two fingers deep into my cunt and I moan loudly.

I feel my climax coming the sensation spreads through my unhurt body and I shake from the volume. When I calm down, the hired man is removed. I turn my question to see why. Miss Laura lifts her script to those luscious red lips and gently licks the juices - my juices - from her finger's breadth.

bit to face the back of the form I 'm order. I do and I wait. I can try a desk drawer open, something is happening. I fight the urge to sprain around.

Miss Laura is behind me again `` Ok you can look now '' I look and she 's wearing a huge shoulder strap on. I gasp but turn to confront the back of the schoolroom again and hold back in anticipation.

She rubs my puss with the head of the shoulder strap on getting it wet. Then she runs it along my pussy as she did her fingers earlier. every now and then nudging my clit. The arithmetic mean builds in me, every time I feel her pull back to my opening move I expect her to enter me but she does n't. She just rubs along my pussy driving me wild.

I ca n't take this anymore I 'm so close to cumming again but I need more. Without warning she pushes deep inside me. I scream out loud. My advantage is another slap on my bum. repose I 'm separate.

I feel her hands slide up my back, oh god yes Miss Laura, please slip your manus around my body, cup my titty misfire Laura. Hold them while you fuck me.

But her hands do n't slide around my eubstance. What 's damage why not ? My head is pulled back sharply. She has my plaited tomentum in her hand and is pulling it back voiceless hurting me.

She starts to get laid me. Not like the gentle rubbing on the outside. This is long hard thrusts. Pulling the shoulder strap on out to the tip before pushing it with military unit back in. My pussycat is dripping - had I been a little less wet it would hurt but now it 's just tremendous.

I can feel my mo sexual climax rising - escape Laura seems to feel this, her thrusts become quicker, her grip on my hair tighter.

Oh my god I cum over and over again - the hammering does n't barricade until I go limp I ca n't study any more.

Miss Laura 's clasp on my hair relaxes and my fountainhead lowers to rest on the desk.

I feel the strap on clout out of my pussycat and close my eyes.

"Oh Sarah I hope you learned your lesson,"missy Laura says her lips close to my ear. `` I Will see you on Monday,"she kisses my impertinence gently leaving her lipstick mark.