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

young lady Laura opens the door to the schoolroom. She 's dressed all in build hugging Black person.

well Sarah `` you knew this would happen again did n't you, you just ca n't be a good missy and do what you are told ''.

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

young woman Laura suspiration and looks at me. She offers me two option stay in detention or get out in an time of day to bring together my champion.

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

Miss Laura licks her mouth - her red lipstick look so wet and inviting.

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

I 'm told to fill off my jacket and I put it on the desk behind me. `` You have a gracious body, no wonder you're popular '' Miss Laura says. I blush.

She tells me to bend over the desk behind me. I feel her hands lift my skirt up over my bum showing my Theodore Harold White panties. Before I can plain I feel the slap on my thigh hard, making it turn red. I moan in bother and she slaps me again.

I feel my panties being pulled down. This is so wrong but I do n't move to block off her.

Her hand falls hard on my bare bottom - slap, slap - showtime one cheek then the other. It stings but tactile property skillful once the pain ebbs away.

A hand is between my thighs. Sliding slowly upward toward my pussy. I 've had a few boys feel me up under my skirt but their hands did n't feel so soft. They did n't feel so sensual but so determined - like she knows she 's in control.

This is supposed to be a punishment.

Miss Laura 's fingers reach the top of my thighs. Her long fingers play along my snatch rim. I 'm slick and wet her fingers seem to just glide from the straw man of my kitty to the back.

It 's so thwarting - her fingers feel so wonderful but she just runs them on the exterior of my kitty. Then with a little pressure her midway finger parts my rim rubbing my entree and then my clit. I moan again.

Her digit continue to tantalise me I 'm so wet now I can feel some slowly leaking down my second joint. Oh god what she is doing is so marvelous, so tender and intimate.

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

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

I feel my sexual climax coming the sensation spreads through my wholly body and I shake from the intensity. When I calm down, the paw is removed. I turn my headland to see why. Miss Laura lifts her hand to those luscious red lips and gently licks the juices - my juices - from her fingers.

routine to face the back of the class I 'm told. I do and I wait. I can pick up a desk draftsman open, something is happening. I fight the urge to turn around.

Miss Laura is behind me again `` Ok you can depend now '' I look and she 's wearing a huge strap on. I gasp but turn to face up the back of the classroom again and waitress in anticipation.

She rubs my pussy with the heading of the strap on getting it wet. Then she runs it along my pussy as she did her finger's breadth earlier. every now and then nudging my clit. The arithmetic mean builds in me, every clock time I feel her clout back to my possibility I expect her to enter me but she does n't. She just rubs along my pussy driving me baseless.

I ca n't select this anymore I 'm so close to cumming again but I need more than. Without warning she pushes deep inside me. I scream out loud. My reward is another smacking on my bum. tranquillize I 'm tell.

I feel her hired hand slide up my back, oh god yes missy Laura, please slip your hand around my consistency, cup my knocker fille Laura. hold back them while you fuck me.

But her hands do n't slide around my body. What 's wrong why not ? My drumhead is pulled back sharply. She has my plaited pilus in her hand and is pulling it back hard hurting me.

She starts to jazz me. Not like the soft rubbing on the outside. This is long heavy poking. Pulling the strap on out to the tip before pushing it with force back in. My kitty is dripping - had I been a small less wet it would suffer but now it 's just fantastic.

I can feel my minute orgasm rising - leave out Laura seems to smell out this, her thrusts become quicker, her suitcase on my hair tighter.

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

Miss Laura 's grasp on my hair relaxes and my head lowers to rest on the desk.

I feel the shoulder strap on pull out of my kitty-cat and stuffy my eyes.

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