Victoria stood in the deserted 3rd floor hallway staring at her history teacher’s office door name plate; the grade 11 catholic schoolgirl hesitated at a threshold she knew would be wrong to cross.

I don’t have a choice…right?

With a deep breath and eyes closed momentarily to block out the warning sign directly in front, she knocked and quickly entered before losing the nerve to do so.

“Ah, Victoria. Please come in and stand before the desk,” the head of the history department instructed in a no-nonsense tone as he put down his pen and sat back in his high-backed chair.

As she did so, the student noticed that her teacher’s familiar, but still distractingly-beautiful, green eyes were looking her up and down. No doubt, Victoria thought, he is checking to see if his misbehaving student had followed the uniform instructions required for this latest…detention.

Mr. O took in everything: the student’s blonde pigtails that framed the sharp features of her pretty face; her large breasts straining firmly against the tight white blouse; her pleated blue-green catholic school kilt that was so short it revealed almost all the pupil’s long slender legs; and the princess-looking white pantyhose that both demanded attention and produced a feeling of guilty pleasure within all who gave it.

The teacher’s focus lingered on Victoria’s coltish but athletic legs, and he nodded to the white hosiery that adorned them: “Those aren’t school regulation.”

Victoria smiled nervously as she explained politely, “No…um…sir, I had a…laundry emergency and… borrowed these …um… pantyhose from my sister.”

“Emilie, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Victoria answered. I think you met her at the recent P-T interviews.

The teacher smiled an acknowledgement, but his thoughts were already turning to how his student simultaneously looked too young and innocent for the punishment that awaited her, but also far too enticing for him not to administer it.

Finally, in an all-business-like tone, he offered his assessment: “It appears you have followed our agreement about your uniform, today.”

He then motioned for his pupil to take a seat in the middle chair in front of the large wooden desk. As she did so, Mr. O walked around to her side, where he leaned back on the desk so that he stood directly in front of his now seated student.

Despite her anxiousness, Victoria found herself noticing that her teacher was dressed in his usual style of expensive gray pants and well-tailored blue dress shirt, which gave more of the appearance of a hip Wall Street banker who spent too much time at the gym than of a history teacher in a dusty school.

“So…remind me why you are here, Victoria,” Mr. O requested in a flat tone as if this were any normal type of meeting.

“To receive my… um…punishment,” came the student’s quiet answer as if afraid someone outside the office might hear.

The rhetorical questioning continued: “And what did we agree on as your punishment?”

Victoria, who had been meeting his eyes directly, now lowered hers as she gave an answer that sounded surreal and completely inappropriate as it came out: “You are going to give me a…um...a spanking…sir.”

Her voice sounded timid, tiny, and young. And as she spoke, Victoria felt her face blush slightly as the image of her last spanking flashed behind her large blue eyes once again.

“Yes,” her teacher confirmed, “and we also agreed to make the punishment stricter in order to be commensurate with the increased severity of your latest…crime.”

The word crime made Victoria’s brain recoil; she felt a lump in her throat as the threatening implications seemed to echo dangerously throughout the large office.

“Yes,” the student conceded quietly before continuing in a braver tone as she looked back up at her judge and jury, who seemed taller than ever: “but…I thought that the extra…or…stricter thing might be me having to wear this…um…version of my uniform all day in school…. It certainly felt like a punishment.”

“Well, that might be part of it,” came the reply, “but only part. Besides, I think you’ve enjoyed wearing this style of uniform.” The teacher’s eyes were now focused on his student’s breasts.

Victoria followed the path of his stare down to her chest and then realized her nipples were still hard from… before, and they were poking noticeably against the tight white blouse that struggled to restrain them. She felt herself blush more deeply but resisted the urge to cross her arms.

“No,” came a sincere protest. “I was so embarrassed today. And just now, some boys in the hallway…”

“Go on,” Mr. O prompted.

“They made rude comments about how I was trying to look all cute and innocent like a girl from St. Anne’s, and I could tell one was…”

“Yes…?” Her interrogator further encouraged, but more gently this time.

Victoria could feel her fair cheeks starting to glow rosy with warmth as she finished the naughty confession with her eyes shifting down to her black May Jane shoes: “I could tell one was getting… turned on by my…um… uniform...style.”

The teacher smiled at his student’s carefully worded answer and continued: “No doubt they enjoyed this version of… you and your uniform, Victoria. It provides a rather alluring contradiction, doesn’t it?

The pupil looked puzzled, so Mr. O continued as he pointed to her clothes: “Your school outfit: the tight and rather thin white blouse; the short, pleaded kilt; the sheer white hosiery on your legs; it’s all one-part visual warning of how off limits your youthful innocence is, but also one-part teasing invitation to view all of the taboo young skin so thinly veiled – even highlighted - beneath it.”

On some level, Victoria understood exactly what her teacher meant. She had, after all, worn an almost identical flirty version of the uniform, consciously or not, to her last detention with him. In fact, she had even teased her boyfriend with it. The student’s blush returned as she realized, once again, how easily this 40-something man could invade her mind and read it so accurately.

But it wasn’t just the reading of her buried thoughts that sent her cheeks aflush; it was her teacher’s broadcasting of them. He was pulling and pushing her most intimate feelings right out into the open. And this was so… wrong, especially since she couldn’t stop thinking about how so damn hot he looked whenever he focused such intense attention on her.

The interrogation continued: “And your boyfriend? Sean, I believe? He would like to see you dressed in this style of uniform as well, wouldn’t he?”

To show that he already knew the answer, Mr. O nodded to the tablet on his desk, which contained the audio evidence of Victoria and her boyfriend not only fooling around in the school but also talking about some rather embarrassing topics.

“Yes,” Victoria confessed knowing there was no use in denying it, “he would.”

“And how would he feel about you coming back to me for another… spanking.”

Victoria answered cautiously and slowly as she mustered the courage to look back up at the green eyes that pierced her so: “I guess part of him would be relieved that what we did under the school’s stairs last week wouldn’t go past the three of us. And… relieved that the school administration… or anybody else,” she quickly added, “would never be told.”

Mr. O nodded without looking fully satisfied. Regardless, he moved on: “Shall we proceed with your punishment, Victoria? Please stand up.”

As she did so, he continued, “I need to ensure you have fully kept your part of our agreement. Please unbutton your shirt and show me that flimsy bra you wore last time to try and charm me.”

“What? No!” Victoria responded strongly as she did cross her arms this time. “That is so… unnecessary and… just…humiliating.”

“Yes,” her teacher agreed, “and humiliation is part of any effective punishment, as I told you last time. Of course, if you wish, we can just give the recording to the principal and let him handle it with whatever other authorities he wishes.”

Victoria knew that wasn’t an option. But while she expected a ‘stricter’ punishment this time, she couldn’t believe that showing her bra was necessary part of her discipline.

Was it?

Then, like a stranger in her own body, she saw her hands starting to unbutton her shirt as if already resigned to the fact that there was no other real choice.

With the last button released but the shirt still fully covering her front, Mr. O calmly said, “Open it.”

The only sound in the office was the loud thumping of the student’s heart.

Victoria found herself helplessly trapped in a moment of surreal slow motion. With eyes returning downward in a state of semi-shock, the 16-year-old watched as her hands pulled the sides of her uniform blouse open to let her teacher inspect her white lacy bra, which had embarrassingly thin and transparent cups.

As she did so, Mr. O made a short but sharp involuntary intake of breath.

This sound reminded Victoria that the flimsy bra did more to frame her large breasts for better viewing enjoyment than to conceal them. It also made her painfully aware of just how hard her nipples were as they strained against the translucent tulle material that did little to hide them.

The schoolgirl felt a sudden lightheadedness as she stood there being forced to let her handsome - but clearly freaky - teacher inspect her bra in the most perverted way. Yet, she continued to obey.

Mr. O had always suspected that Victoria had lovely tits hidden under her usually lose-fitting shirts and sweaters but was now taken aback at just how perfectly shaped, impossibly firm, and large they appeared beneath the white bra that was more of a sensually framed window than a covering. And against the backdrop of her narrow torso, which looked even more slender now that it was exposed, this young girl’s tits seemed almost obscenely too large and sexual as they sloped upward in such a teasingly youthful defiance of gravity.

The teacher tried to remain professional, even as the erotic nature of the moment pulsed noticeably within the office as his young student – as part of her punishment - obediently opened her shirt. However, he couldn’t help noting how similar Victoria’s brown nipples were to her mother’s, which he had seen some years ago, but had never forgotten. This was partly because of how they contrasted with her blonde hair. He wondered, once again, what unique family bloodline produced that delicious colour combination.

The daughter’s round chocolate areoles were big indeed as they proudly stretched out upon the peaks of what he guessed were big C-cup-size tits, if not Ds. Adding to their overtly sexual appearance where how deliciously-long the buds of her brown nipples extended outward as they formed into hard points that pushed sinfully against the sheer material of her sexy bra.

Mr. O’s attention was then drawn to Victoria’s silver necklace. It was a small cross that dangled at the end of a thin chain and rested just at the start of the schoolgirl’s ample cleavage. This type of crucifix was, of course, a standard confirmation gift that all catholic girls received when they turned twelve. Yet, now, this holy symbol of purity and innocence hung in naughty contrast to the sensual size of the schoolgirl’s scantly covered tits.

Mr. O cleared his throat and began in a warm voice, “It seems you have followed all the uniform instructions for today.” And then added, “I now see why you wore this particular bra to charm me last week; it really does accentuate how pretty your…you are.”

With this bold but kind praise, Victoria found the courage to overcome her embarrassment and look back up at her teacher’s face even as she continued to hold her shirt open for his...inspection. She was looking for evidence that this was all just part of her necessary discipline. Instead, Mr. O’s eyes revealed more than a hint of desire as they examined her lace-framed breasts with audacious enjoyment.

And adding to Victoria’s ongoing confusion about this bizarre punishment, was the unwanted realization that her nipples felt even harder now as she stood there submissively with her schoolgirl shirt open.

And then, Mr. O looked into his student’s innocent powder blue eyes and asked something that put the shock back into her: “Are your pretty breasts and large nipples very sensitive, Victoria?”

“Yes,” she heard herself confess reflexively with surprising quickness and honestly under her teacher’s intense gaze that locked her body and mind into place.

Why did I just admit that, her disappointed brain demanded to know.

The raw boldness of the question surprised Victoria as did her body’s reaction; she bit her lip as an unwanted jolt of electricity ran through her, moving from the innocent depths below right up to her fully erect nipples as her teacher’s perverted inspection expanded into an even more intimate interrogation and… yet another forced confession.

Fak, she swore silently to herself as she felt her body betray her. She had no choice but to accept this humiliating punishment, but she certainly didn’t want to enjoy it. Not again.

Victoria cursed herself for not being prepared for these perverted questions that Mr. O, she now recalled, had also asked during her previous punishment. And then, it all started to make sense, especially the real reason for her full day of forced-fashion embarrassment.

Her teacher wasn’t satisfied, she deduced, with just punishing her body with child-like spankings; he wanted to punish her mind as well through these embarrassing questions and the confessions that they would draw out of her while she was exposed and vulnerable. And more than that, he wasn’t happy with just punishing her in private, he wanted to make the humiliation public as well. That’s why he had forced her to wear the revealing style of clothes all day at school. He knew the lusty attention she would get…and the naughty feelings this would produce, and how she would have to confess these embarrassing feelings…out loud…to him…and to herself.

It was a complete circle of punishment, Victoria now understood. She felt a pang of dizziness once again as she began to fully grasp just how deeply and intensely her teacher was taking this… punishment. But it was more than punishment, she now realized.

He is training me, came the tiny voice inside her.

The sudden movement of her teacher snapped Victoria’s thoughts back into the office. He was now standing behind her; very close. His next words made her legs feel unsteady and pushed everything to a whole new level of crazy.

“Remove your blouse and place it on the desk. I want to see your lovely breasts jiggle in that pretty lace bra as I spank you.”

When Victoria’s mind and body froze at these outrageous commands, her teacher gently said,” Let me help you” and used his big hands to slide the white blouse off her shoulders, fold it, and then place it on the desk.

My teacher is undressing me! came a buzzing internal warning like a home security alarm in Victoria’s mind. Yet she did nothing to stop him. Somehow, she couldn’t.

The now topless pupil was frozen in place and could only look straight ahead with her doe-like eyes at the office’s big bay window, which glowed softly under the late afternoon’s setting light. But she could feel Mr. O so close behind her. She could feel the weight of his eyes looking at her naked back with just a thin bra strap covering the delicate smooth skin of her slender torso. She felt his handsome face move closer as he inspected the nape of her gracefully slender neck, upon which tiny fine blonde hairs stood electrified by the growing danger of this man, who now seemed more like a vampire than a teacher.

Standing so close, Mr. O couldn’t help but notice an intoxicating schoolgirl smell of cherry lollipops and peach lip gloss that emanated from Victoria as effortlessly as any sweet flower shared its scent.

The teacher’s next command was expected and even welcomed, in a strange way, by Victoria, as it signalled the first step in getting this insane ordeal over with.

“Bend over my desk near the left side here,” Mr. O motioned as he moved one of the chairs out of the way, “and place your hands on the far side, just like last time. And do, please, make sure your bottom is arched up high enough to receive its punishment."

For the second time in a week, Victoria experienced the out-of-body experience of watching her hands move, as if they had a mind of their own, to stretch across the width of one of Mr. O’s desks to the far side. This motion caused her young but gracefully long body to bend fully at the waist. She then, even without being told a second time, arched her back and straightened her long legs so that her bottom was pushed upward into a suitable position for… a spanking.

Another command was given as Victoria moved to comply, “Make sure your chest is always one inch above the desk; just your nipples may touch it.”

The pupil’s lovely thick ash-brown eyebrows rose noticeably in surprise and confusion over his words.

Resigned to her fate but still pushing back, her mind asked: Was she just some play doll he could bend to his perverted desires?

Mr. O explained, “How much your breasts jiggle with each spank will give me an idea of how much force I’m using.”

God, this was getting stranger by the minute; just like last time, but only worse, Victoria thought, as the cool air of his office on her naked back reminded the student of her unbelievable shirtless state of dress.

But something else was also clearly different now, she realized as she obediently followed his latest instructions and felt her long sensitive nipples brush against the wood of the desk through the wispy thinness of her bra.

He was different, she noted, as she tilted her head to the side and bravely looked back up at the looming teacher who was now standing immediately to her left at the edge of the desk. He was more aggressive… more controlling… more dangerous. More like someone who was training a …

He was right-handed, Victoria suddenly remembered for some odd reason, perhaps to avoid thinking about just what it was that her teacher was training her for, and why this idea wasn’t making her run out of the office at this very moment.

Mr. O’s eyes didn’t meet Victoria’s but instead were watching the back of her short, pleaded kilt once again ride up the back of her tenderly young thighs as she fully stretched over his desk until the very bottom curve of her tiny but well-rounded bottom almost came into view.

Despite her mortification at being shirtless and bent over a desk like this, Victoria couldn’t move her eyes away from her teacher. For a reason she couldn’t explain, she wanted to see what this man was feeling and thinking as his intense gaze moved slowly over her long legs that were lovingly wrapped in Emilie’s thin white hosiery, which only seemed to highlight her hard well-shaped athletic calves and slender but toned thighs. He was clearly taking his time and enjoying this view. As he did so, the butterflies were fluttering more furiously in Victoria’s stomach. She remembered his aroused reaction last time she was forced over his desk like this, exposed and vulnerable in her schoolgirl uniform…waiting nervously to be punished by this hot - but obviously perverted - teacher. But she dare not look at his crotch like she did last time as everything seemed even more precarious now.

Her teacher’s next words snapped Victoria back into the moment again: “And the other part of him?” Mr. O asked as a follow-up to his previous question about Sean. “You said p-a-r-t of your boyfriend would understand the…practical need for your spanking. But would some other p-a-r-t of your boyfriend enjoy seeing you like this, bent over my desk in your uniform, so helplessly offering up your tiny bottom for a spanking by… me?”

Victoria was forced to think about how her confession of the spanking last week had surprisingly turned her boyfriend on, but not without mixed emotions…for both of them. But the words she really wanted to say in defiance to her teacher’s invasive questions were: you are devious, deeply perverted, and full on scary.

The first slap across her partially exposed bottom drained much of this defiance out of her.

‘Ouch’ was the student’s involuntary reaction, even though the spank landed mostly on her kilt and really didn’t hurt much; it was more shocking than painful.

Yes, this was really happening…again, the Victoria’s brain shouted.

“Maybe… maybe my boyfriend would like it,” Victoria heard herself confess in an unsure tone.

“Maybe?” parroted her teacher. “I see that we will have to adjust your spanking to get the full truth from you.”

While still standing to her left, Mr. O made good on this threat. Without warning, he pulled up the back of his student’s kilt so that it rested on the small of her naked back and thereby fully revealing all her delicate schoolgirl bottom to his eyes for the first time.

Victoria heard a quiet groan of protest escape her lips as her backside, without any panties to hide it, was now completely exposed with only the very thin white hosiery to veil it.

She resisted the sudden urge to try and flee the office; she knew how badly that would end for her and Sean. Instead, she squeezed her legs together and became painfully aware, once again, of how tight-fitting Emilie’s pantyhose were; she could feel the middle seam wedged deep between the cheeks of her ass, which drew the white pantyhose fully inside the crevice of her cheeks like a second skin.

Once again Victoria heard her teacher’s sharp intake of breath as he was struck by the beauty and vulnerability of her gorgeously tiny teen bottom.

Like her lovely tits, Mr. O noticed that her bottom was even prettier and sexier than he had guessed from his partial peek at it last week. The tight and transparent hosiery highlighted how delicately narrow it was, while still being sensually round in its firm and bold protrusion from her slender frame. It was the type of teenage bottom that simultaneously looked so innocent yet also so sexily ripe that it warranted a spanking.

The teacher knew he should get on with the discipline, but he just had to pause and enjoy the taboo sight of this young schoolgirl being exposed in such a naughty way as part of a punishment. Even for a 16-year-old, Victoria looked especially innocent and vulnerable as she waited for her spanking. Her large tits – barely contained by the thin bra - dangled invitingly like firm forbidden fruit just above the hardwood desk as her tiny bottom arched obediently up in the air in ready submission with only sheer white pantyhose to protect it.

“Well, Victoria, is your pretty bottom ready to be properly spanked, now?”

Even with growing alarm and near panic, Victoria noticed a change in her teacher’s voice; it was less professional and more...revealing of how this situation was affecting him. She searched for his eyes, but they were focused on her bottom. She then, before she could stop herself, looked down at his crotch and confirmed what she had suspected. He was now sporting a large bulge in his dress pants.

Victoria’s realization that her teacher was, once again, turned on by just looking at her bent over his desk in preparation for a spanking brought back a familiar but unwanted tingle below.

Smack! came the sound of the next wack on the schoolgirl’s bottom even before she fully registered its painful affect. It was louder than the previous one that had landed mostly on her skirt, and her ‘ouch’ of surprise and complaint rose in volume. The young girl’s body reflexively tensed up at the pain and lurched forward a few inches downward toward the desk and away from the source of the pain; her teacher’s large hand.

From his side angle, Mr. O noticed how much this jolting action caused Victoria’s large tits to bounce and then press into the desk. He watched with satisfaction as the schoolgirl’s body then submissively returned to its original place, with her chest hovering back over the desk, her hard nipples scraping its wood surface, and her back arched so that her tiny bottom was offered up for more punishment.

“Yes,” Victoria finally admitted after the pain subsided and she felt that her voice could be trusted to not sound like she was about to cry from the humiliation of being punished like this: “Yes…I think my boyfriend would like to see me getting a spanking… by you.”

These words felt so dirty coming out of her mouth. But getting this truth out in the open made her feel…relieved somehow. Is that why, she wondered, the tingling between her legs had become more noticeable just now?

“Good girl,” her teacher soothed, as he rested a hand on the top curve of her raised ass as if to let his captive know she could relax for a moment.

Of course, she couldn’t relax, however. This older man’s hand felt so wrong there on her upturned and uncovered bottom that it was burning hot. She just knew her perverted teacher was enjoying the innocent look and feel of her sister’s white pantyhose that wrapped around her bottom so tightly. And despite trying to keep her boyfriend out of this current craziness, Victoria’s brain thought back to how Sean had reacted last week to her wearing Emilie’s tiny panties.

“And who else would like to see you being spanked like this, Victoria? Those boys in the hallway? Of course they would,” he answered the question before she could. “Maybe your father, perhaps?” he continued, but then quickly corrected, “Sorry, stepfather. He must have thought about this before. When was the last time he spanked you.”

Victoria mustered the courage to sincerely protest: “What? God, no! Dad… he would be so…so…angry to see me like this.” But she did remember clearly that she was eleven the last time her father had spanked her. But that was so different than this.

Smack! came the spanking reply from her teacher as he continued the punishment with several more slaps in slow succession, each one containing a different level of force - some very hard, some mild - as if to keep Victoria off balance.

With each spank on her bottom, the young student could feel her tits bounce, her cross-necklace rattle against her cleavage, and her body reflexively tense up as her hips were forced downward before returning to where they originally were to submit to the next spank.

With each new spank Victoria’s “ouches” sounded more and more like whimpering moans of despair than surprised protest. With each spank Victoria felt the heat and strength of Mr. O’s big hand on her tiny pantyhose-covered bottom. She knew that the bouncing of her pigtails and crucifix necklace along with the obscene jiggling of her breasts were all giving visual evidence to her teacher of how his punishment was impacting her innocent body. She knew he loved it.

And with each spank she saw the desire in her teacher’s eyes as he intently watched all of his student’s body being punished. She saw his hungry eyes roam over her bottom that he was spanking and then onto breasts the either jiggled or bounced with each slap depending on the force behind it, and finally onto her long legs, where he watched as the muscles tensed and then unclenched briefly under the white pantyhose.

And with each spank of her tiny bottom, her body increasingly betrayed her. Her nipples, which had been hard since the hallway, were now throbbing, and the dampness between her legs made it impossible for her to shrug off her shocking response to the punishment from last week as a fluke or a dream.

The disturbing fact was now clear: her body was obviously aroused from humiliating punishments by Mr. O…like this spanking that was making her feel more and more like a helpless little girl under the powerful control of her teacher; under the control of a man who was trying to pull from her feelings she wanted left buried.

And Victoria just knew that Mr. O could tell somehow the dampness between her legs was growing with each smack of her tiny bottom.

And as if he read her mind once again, her teacher paused the spanking part of the punishment and continued the interrogation.

“And what about you Victoria? Do you like being punished like this? Does it make you feel like a naughty little girl to be bent over your teacher’s desk in your schoolgirl uniform? Bent over and exposed and spanked.”

Victoria remained silent, perhaps afraid of where this interrogation was going to take her. But part of her mind wanted to confess yes to this half teacher-half vampire.

Yet the schoolgirl resisted; she tried not to think about the answers to these wickedly perverted questions, which rolled out from her teacher in a tone that was dangerously deep with sincerity and desire. But each time Mr. O called her a naughty little girl, Victoria’s stomach fluttered intensely, and her resistance melted just a bit more...it melted mostly into the tight crotch of her princess-white pantyhose.

“You must have known for some time,” Victoria, “how the men around you look at you…how they want to both protect you and ravage you. How they want to both love you tenderly for being the smart young woman you are….and punish you for being the pretty little tease you are.”

Victoria could only groan inside at the naughty images and words and feelings Mr. O was conjuring up. She felt dizzy once again and didn’t trust herself to speak for fear of crying as the emotional realization of what was happening to her was now fully sinking in.

She was being trained to enjoy being exposed and brazenly desired and sexually humiliated with her forced confessions and spankings; being trained to enjoy feeling like a helpless little girl; trained to have all these feelings make her innocent pussy moist with arousal, whether she wanted it to be or not. She then groaned out loud as she knew the crotch of her pantyhose was at risk of becoming wet.

After her groan, Victoria looked up at her teacher with pleading blue eyes under furrowed ash-brown brows that seemed to be asking for all this to stop. But no words would come out of her pretty mouth.

Then, whether consciously or not, Victoria felt her exposed bottom raise up a bit higher as if to welcome the next spank. She couldn’t help it.

Part of her actually wanted her perverted teacher to keep spanking her bottom. She knew he loved doing it, and she knew she deserved it because of all the naughty things she had done and said with her boyfriend….and for looking at her teacher’s crotch and getting turned on by how…big the bulge was, and from other taboo things that her mind had tried to repress.

Mr. O paused when he saw how Victoria’s face and doe-shaped eyes seemed to be pleading him from an obvious state of bewilderment at her punishment and the reluctant arousal it was causing. He noticed how devastatingly beautiful his student looked at this very moment. And then he obliged her with another smack across her vulnerable ass and continued his naughty interrogation only after the delicious sound of her 16-year-old moan of despair filled the office once again.

“You see what you are doing to me, Victoria?” He nodded to his crotch below.

Victoria, in a dizzy state of confused arousal, followed his eyes but already knew what she would find. The bulge between his legs looked even bigger than the last time she stole a peek. Her eyes remained fixed on his crotch even as her mind tried to ignore the warmth that grew steadily throughout her body.

Mr. O continued, “And now for the next part of your discipline…” But Victoria really knew he meant to say ‘training.’

“This part,” he continued, “is to make you more fully see and feel how your little-girl spanking gives me pleasure.”

With that, he unzipped the fly of his trousers, reached inside with his left hand, and pulled out his naked semi-erect cock.

“Mr, O!” Victoria reflexively hissed as she immediately looked away and initially tried to stand up but stopped when she felt her teacher’s powerful right hand push down on the small of her naked back to keep her in place.

“You aren’t going anywhere till your punishment is over, young lady. And this is part of it. Now, look.”

“This isn’t what I thought would happen…this is too much…” Victoria replied in a panicky voice while still looking way. “Jesus, I have never even seen one in real life,” she partially lied before correcting, “not up close like this.”

Mr. O was not swayed by the protest: “Look at it, Victoria. Look at the effect your naughty behaviour and the punishment it warrants has on men.”

After a pause and a deep breath to calm herself somewhat, the now truly scared student obeyed and turned her head back to the obscenely exposed teacher.

She felt herself biting her lip again as her eyes went wide.

She knew her teacher was…big from her last detention, and he was somewhat of a legend in school, but it was different to see it…naked and right next to her. Yes, she had seen Sean’s penis before, not to mention random dicks in porn that popped up on her computer ‘accidentally’, but not like this. Adding to her shock was her knowing that while Mr. O’s dick didn’t even look fully erect yet, it was already disturbingly large.

“Why is it so big?” the panicked student couldn’t stop herself from blurting out loud. Victoria immediately regretted her stupid question.

“My cock is so big, because you’re making it that way, young lady: The way you are looking at it – scared by the size by also secretly excited by it; the way you are bent over my desk in submission; the way your little bottom looks so innocent while arched up in the air in those princess pantyhose; the way your tits are too big for your slender body and tender age; the way those s-e-x-y tits and your pigtails bounce when I spank you; the way your young body enjoys being punished by me, even if you don’t want it to. This is why.”

The pupil wasn’t sure if it was his ongoing barrage of dirty words, or the fact that her teacher seemed to be pulling them right from the deepest depths of her brain, or just from seeing the size of his naked cock so close, or some combination - but Victoria could feel the flutters in her stomach and heat between her legs reach a tipping point. She realized with considerable shame that her pussy was beyond moist; it was becoming fully wet.

“Mr. O…” was all she could say, in a tiny pleading voice that sounded to her like a helplessly lost little girl.

“Keep looking at how hard and big you make me, Victoria,” he commanded as he continued the spanking with several more slaps on her upturned cheeks.

As each new spank landed, her little-girl moans became less and less like sounds of despair and more like whimpers of reluctant arousal as she obediently fixated on her teacher’s big naked cock – just inches from her innocent face; she saw as it lurched and grew even longer while it fully hardened right before her wide astonished eyes.

It was one thing to know her teacher was turned-on by his punished of her, but another to see his cock grow in front of her with each spank.

“Oh...fak” she heard herself whisper, “It’s getting so big…this is so wrong…sir”

Mr. O noticed the mixture of shock, fear, and arousal in her voice.

Victoria’s previously forced confessions and now these unforced outbursts were making her mind and body melt. She was trying to resist, but waves of arousal were surging from everywhere all at once: from her nipples atop her large jiggling breasts; from her exposed ass that was being so naughtily ravished with spankings; and from the sight of her teacher’s freakishly big cock.

Mr. O’s interrogation continued: “Is it wrong because the first cock you have seen in person is much too big for a 16-year-old girl to see?”

Spank! Spank on the tiny hosiery covered bottom – helpless whimper of reluctant arousal – ripe breasts bouncing obscenely as they jut out from a slender frame - bottom obediently returned to its arched-up position to wait for the next…Spank!

“Yes, Mr. O,” came the reply in a form of a little girl whisper.

“Is it wrong because even though I’m the same age as your daddy, the size of my cock is turning you on?

Spank!

“Yes Mr. O,” she answered despite not wanting to, “it’s so wrong…and so big, came her bewildered confession.

“And is it so wrong, Victoria, because you secretly love that I have a horse size cock and you are being forced to look at it? And when you do look at it, your innocent little pussy gets wet?”

Spank!

“Yes… Mr. O, your cock…your horse cock is… making me so wet…” came the dirty words which were pulled out of here innocent mouth. And involuntary or not, she raised her bottom an inch higher as if craving more spankings...more contact from his strong hand on her now tender bottom.

Something in her voice just then made Mr. O know that her training was nearly complete.

With a sudden motion he shifted from the student’s left side and was now standing behind her with his hands on her narrow hips. Victoria, in her current state of shock, arousal, and submission, couldn’t move her body and wasn’t sure if she would have even if she could.

“Don’t be alarmed, Victoria, but there is another necessary step in your punishment. Open your legs just a bit.”

That student, well past the point of refusing him, did as instructed.

Mr. O knew that if he knelt down just now, he would be able see Victoria’s young pussy clearly through the sheer white pantyhose… but resisted the urge. He did however notice that the tightness of her ass cheeks allowed no viewing of the rose button which they were hiding in the lovely crevice between them.

He then slowly and deliberately rubbed the length of his hard cock along the vertical crease of Victoria’s cheeks letting his shaft enjoy the feeling of the princess pantyhose as his hips pushed upward toward the ceiling in an oh-so-slow sliding motion. He noticed the student’s sexy leg muscles tense under the thin white pantyhose.

“Mr. O…” she whispered in a tone of part surprise, part objection, and part pleasure.

Her teacher then pressed his hips forward just a bit more so that the length of his shaft wedged slightly between his student’s ass checks. The sight and feeling of having the sides of his cock now enveloped by Victoria’s two cheeks – covered so prettily by the white hosiery - made his body scream with pleasure. The contrast between her bottom’s tiny buns and the mature size of his horse cock which wedged between them almost made him lose control with overwhelming desire for this schoolgirl. Almost.

He asked with a now lust-filled voice, “Can you feel that Victoria? Do you feel what your little bottom in these naughty pantyhose is doing to me?”

“Yes, Mr O,” came Victoria’s whispery reply.

“Do you like the feeling of a big cock on your exposed bottom with only the pantyhose to protect you.”

“Yes, she replied, ashamed that she did and ashamed she confessed it so readily.

“Tell me more,” he insisted with a spank as a reminder that his was still a punishment.

“Yes…Mr. O… it feels… so… naughty…and dangerous…but…safe.”

Mr. O noted the contraction and smiled as he thought of her father.

“Then you are ready for the next part of your punishment,” the teacher proclaimed as he reluctantly pulled his hips back and then reposition them so the head of his cock now pushing into the very narrow space between his student’s upper thighs, just an inch below her pussy and an inch above the desk she was bent over.

Victoria looked down with alarm as the head of her teacher’s erection emerged between her thighs followed by the thick shaft that seemed to go on forever. She reflexive stood up on her toes so that her vulnerable pussy wouldn’t contact it. But she kept her legs close together; the idea of spreading them for her teacher seemed so wrong, even after all that had happened.

What she didn’t know, however, at least not at first, was that in keeping her legs closed, her pantyhose covered thighs were applying pressure on her teachers invading shaft as it slide between them. The effect of this became apparent when she heard, for the first time, a loud unrestrained moan escape Mr. O’s lips.

“God your pantyhose feel so good….your legs are so…strong” he confessed, as he pushed his hips forward until they pressed against Victoria’s round bottom. The taboo feel and sight of his large cock sliding between the schoolgirls slender young legs while her little-girl pantyhose scraped his thick shaft so deliciously was another test to his self control. He passed...barely.

Victoria could feel the hardness of the impossibly long erection as it slowly slid, inch-by-inch, between her thighs. She felt ever muscle in her body tense up at how shockingly wrong her teacher’s naked cock looked as it emerged between her legs, yet any possible escape was prevented by the hands griping her hips tightly.

And then they both stood motionless: Victoria - with everything frozen in place except her pounding heart; and her teacher - clearly enjoying the feeling of this 16-year-old's innocent thighs pressed against his throbbing erection.

Mr. O then started to move his hips back and forth. Victoria looked down with renewed alarm as she saw the shaft of his cock slide backward until only the big round tip was visible between her hosiery-covered thighs, and then watched as it re-emerged in of all its scary full length.

“Do you see what I’m doing to you, Victoria?”

She did. And the surrealness of what was happening was making her mind wobble and her body feel aflame with emotion.

“Yes,” came her reply in a hoarse whisper, as her teacher continued to slowly pump his cock between her thighs.

Mr. O expanded: “I’m fucking your gorgeous legs. I’m fucking your pantyhose, Victoria…your little girl pantyhose, the ones you wore to tease me and the other boys in this school, today…the ones you know turn us on.

She groaned at the shocking naughtiness of his words. She felt her clitoris start to throb as her teacher continued to fuck her pantyhose-covered legs with unbridled desire.

“And I’m going to continue to fuck your pantyhose, Victoria… and make you cum in them while I spank you like the naughty little girl you are.”

True to his word, his right hand spanked the side cheek of her bottom again. This forced her hips downward toward the shaft of his cock, which in turn was forced down slightly onto the desk, where it remained unforgivingly rigid from the wooden support under it.

And then she felt it.

The force of the spank had caused her pussy to make contact with his massive erection waiting hungrily on the desk.

Victoria felt it… at a level she hadn’t even imagined before: She felt the burning physical excitement she was causing her teacher. She felt this older man’s breathtakingly-intense desire for her. She felt his horse-size cock touching the lips of her 16-year-old pussy through her pantyhose. It burned.

Victoria couldn’t help but let a moan of arousal and despair escape her pouty pink lips as another stronger jolt of electricity shot up from her between her legs and pulsed throughout her body at this latest – most taboo - contact between her and her teacher. The thin pantyhose which had rubbed against her private parts all day did little to lessen the intimacy of the touch; if anything, the white hosiery teased her teacher’s twitching cock even more.

Victoria also felt that if this insanely perverted punishment didn’t stop soon, her teacher would indeed force her to have an orgasm.

“Please don’t…”she pleaded with whatever resolve she had left as she looked over her shoulder and pulled her vulnerable pussy upward to escape the contact with Mr. O’s enormous shaft. However, when the student saw the amount of lust and desire in his eyes, she knew he was going to keep punishing her; keep training her.

As if to confirm this, another spank on the schoolgirl’s ass forced her hips downward once again onto the hardness wedged between her thighs. And whether consciously or not, Victoria stayed pressed against the pulsating cock for just a bit longer than last time before pulling her pussy back an inch or so to safety again.

Undeterred, her teacher continued the spanking, forcing his young student back onto his cock.

And with each burning contact of their most intimate sexual parts, Victoria came to a shameful realization. Yes, she had been turned on and wet before, but now, for the first time ever, she felt an aching n-e-e-d between her legs.

Perhaps it was from the day-long sexual tension that her teacher had forced her into with the revealing uniform and all the naughty attention it brought her. Perhaps it was from having to think about her pending spanking all day, with the memory of how it affected her last time. Perhaps it was from seeing her teacher’s huge naked cock, and how he was abusing her body with it as he punished her…as he made her confess….as he trained her.

Whatever it was, Victoria - the straight-A varsity athlete princess schoolgirl - felt for the first time in her life something beyond simple sexual desire; she felt the actual n-e-e-d to cum.

To her further shame, Victoria became aware that she was no longer moving her pussy off Mr. O’s shaft after each spank. She continued to let it touch against his engorged steely erection. But worse than that, now, with each slap on her ass, she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her pantyhose covered pussy up and down along his impossibly long shaft that was as hard as the desk it rested on. She knew from his reaction how he loved the feeling of her white hosiery on his cock: the delicate pantyhose transmitted the intimate heat and ever-growing wetness from between her legs, while keeping a teasing barrier between her teacher’s huge twitching erection and her forbidden teenage pussy. Her clit was now in a constant state of throbbing at this grinding contact and her pussy was soaking wet.

It was then she knew her teacher was going to make her cum.

“That’s it, Victoria,” Mr. O encouraged in a shaky voice as he took a moment to marvel again at how gorgeously-sexy his young student looked bent over in bra and uniform kilt; her large, firm lace-framed tits protruding firmly outward from her slender frame as they hovered over his desk and jiggled deliciously with each spank; her schoolgirl skirt raised up along her lower back exposing her long coltish legs and tiny bottom, the muscles of both flexing so beautifully beneath the thin white princess pantyhose as she moved her hosiery-wrapped pussy along his hard shaft with each spank.

“That’s it, Victoria, rub your little pussy on my big cock. Show me how much you like it. Show me how much you like being spanked like a little girl.”

His words burned in the student’s ears just like his cock burned between her legs, and just like her soaking pussy burned with need under the thin pantyhose as it grinded along his shaft with ever-growing boldness. Despite her shame, and despite the reluctance she knew she should feel, she felt her orgasm building below.

“Confess to me, Victoria,” he demanded with another spank on her now squirming ass.

The schoolgirl obeyed: “Yes, Mr. O. I like... being spanked… I like how…your making me rub against your… cock…it feels…so wrong but…so good; it’s so big,” she confessed in an innocent voice that contrasted sharply and deliciously with the naughtiness of her words.

Mr. O smiled with approval at her mixed confession: “Nice and big… just like your daddy’s cock.”

She heard his perverted words, but her overheated mind and body were now past the point of protest; she couldn’t stop his interrogation nor stop her own hips from grinding her pussy and clit on her teacher’s cock as he continued to fuck her pantyhose-covered thighs and spank her like a little girl.

Mr. O felt his young student’s body tense up even more and felt her teen pussy gush with wetness on his rock-hard cock. He knew she was close to cumming and was determined to force her to do so.

“That’s it, little girl, cum on my cock. Cum in your little princess pantyhose as you take your spanking.”

She looked over her shoulder again and searched out her teacher’s green eyes. Mr. O stared back into her pretty face that was framed with pigtails and looked helplessly lost in emotion and bewilderment at what was happening to her. He met her beautifully innocent blue eyes, which seemed to be pleading for something, but Mr. O wasn’t sure what it was.

As if to answer, she begged in a little girl voice, “Mr. O…please…” came the helpless whimper, “please don’t make me cum…I have a boyfriend…he...please don’t make me cum…”

Mr. O noted how Victoria’s very aroused voice – not to mention the continual squirming of her pussy on his shaft - was clearly contradicting her request…and it was also revealing the fact she was about to have an orgasm, whether she wanted it or not.

His response was to keep pumping his cock between her tight thighs and along her dripping wet pussy.

His response was to keep spanking her bottom.

His response was to make her confess even more: “Tell me Victoria. Tell me what I’m doing...what I’m forcing you to do.”

“Yes, Mr O…,” she began in a very shaky voice, “…”you are forcing me to take your spanking…your punishment…you are punishing me with your big cock….you’re fucking my legs ... fucking my pantyhose…and…and your punishment is making me so…so wet…Mr. O…you…god…you have made my pussy so wet…and…u are going to force me to..to… cum on your big horse cock while you spank me.”

Victoria groaned aloud at the raw honesty and naughtiness of her own words, at the alarming size of the orgasm building inside her young body, and at the wild desire this was causing her teacher as he continued to slap her naughty bottom and fuck her long coltish legs with even greater intensity and lust.

Victoria continued as her curled toes reached the edge of the tidal wave rolling higher and higher: “You are going to …. you are making me c-u-m, teacher,” she finally finished with a little-girl whimper as her eyes were forced shut with emotion.

The wave of the long-building orgasm finally broke in alarming force as it drowned her young body and mind in ecstasy. Her long legs began to tremble, then shake, and then give out, but her teacher repositioned both hands under her hips to steady her impalement on his cock as the orgasm continued to roll through her.

“Yes, Victoria. Give into it. Cum for me. Cum from your punishment,” he urged, but she was already there.

“Yes…yes…Mr. O…I’m … ” were the only words she managed to get out in a whimper before the unrelenting orgasm rolled through her. The shocking intensity and duration of her powerful orgasm kept her eyes shuttered, kept her body clenched tight from jaw to fingers and down to calve muscles, and stole the words right out of her mouth. But words no longer mattered as she swirled in the middle of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.

Words couldn’t, but a long high-pitched moan of bewildered ecstasy did escape the schoolgirl’s pink lips, which she attempted to muffle by placing a hand across her pretty mouth. Much to Mr. O’s enjoyment, and Victoria’s later embarrassment, she failed to hide the auditory evidence of her complete arousal and the complete capture of her young body by the tidal orgasm her teacher was forcing on her.

After a long moment, the waves slowly subsided and began releasing their grip on the schoolgirl’s body, which let her slump down on the desk.

“My god you are a beautiful,” her teacher whispered in her ear as he pulled his hips away from hers. His erection remained, but he ignored it.

Victoria barely registered his words. Her mind was empty, and she certainly couldn’t talk. But every other sensory input in her body was still radiating warmth and sensitivity. The echoes of this unique orgasm were not quite done with this young girl yet.

Eventually, the student’s brain started to reboot, and it had questions: What the hell just happened? How did this man just make me…explode like that?

With no easy answers, but some recovery from her orgasm-induced stupor, Victoria began to adjust her kilt to regain some degree of modesty.

Her teacher, however, gently stopped her hand, which was still trembling somewhat.

Mr. O explained in a gentle voice: “Just one more thing before you go, dear…”

/ To Be Continued