2T4U/Hit Mrs. Collins
From Create Your Own Story
No, this is happening way too fast for your likings. You instinctively swing your hand at the teacher and give her a loud slap on the cheek.
Caught off her guard, Mrs.Collins’ head twists with the blow, and a red hand mark begins to take place on her cheek. She turns to you with a stunned, startled look in her eyes; before she then starts grinning excitedly.
“Christ, Aaron!” she exclaims with delight. “You’ve always been a rascal; but I never figured you to be the dominant type! You like it rough?”.
You nod, not entirely sure what she means but way too taken aback by this sudden enthusiasm to dare say otherwise.
Mrs. Collins lets go of your wiener and hurries over to her desk, rummaging through the drawers until she finds a long plastic ruler which she hands to you.
“If you got off from that slap-…” she says and starts undoing her jeans. “… Then I think it’s more than fair that you get to whip my ass a bit.”
With that, she then pulls her pants down, revealing a big, milky white butt that stretches as she bends over the table.
Surprised, you can do little but stand in dumb shock for a while; your own teacher wants you to spank her? Usually it’s the other way around (at least in comic books). But as she looks back at you and grins invitingly, it’s hard not to feel cornered. So, quickly swinging against her behind; you let the sharp piece of plastic crack against her rump; to which she moans in enjoyment.
“Again!” she encourages you, barely able to conceal the glee in her voice. “Punish your icky old history teacher!”
For some reason, it actually felt good when you whipped Mrs. Collins; your pee-pee even twitched sort of happy-like. So you whip her butt again, and again, and another time. Soon enough you’re raining lashings down on her jiggling asscheeks, which grow redder and redder with each smack. Meanwhile, Mrs. Collins herself bites down on her lip to choke the hysteric grunts of animal pleasure which threaten to escape from her lungs. Without thinking, you find yourself violently jerking your wiener with lust; completely absorbed in the intensity of the moment. With two fingers fiercely working her frothing cunt, the teacher groans as a juicy orgasm starts trickling down her thighs; at which point you reach your climax and eject three long streaks of white goo that fall upon her rosy buns.
You then slouch down on a chair and unwind; catching your breath as you try to puzzle together what just happened. Mrs. Collins pulls her jeans back up and turns around with a face blushing of both indiscretion and of warmth. Smiling, though without saying anything, she bends down to kiss your cheek before hastily leaving the classroom.
After clearing the mess you two left up a bit, you exit the classroom and quickly walk down the corridors, hoping nobody saw you with the teacher. Meanwhile, the school janitor watches from afar as you make your ways towards…
