riwa
Governor
Dorothy certainly gets these interesting fantasies, doesn't she? Here is another she emailed to me earlier today that I put into print for her.
I got a call from a Mr. Jenkins, telling me he was my daughter’s new school teacher. He told me he had to see me after school. He asked if I could arrive tomorrow at the school at five PM after classes were over.
I told him I could be there. Then I asked him what this was all about. Was my daughter in some sort of trouble?
“You could say that, Mrs. Brown,” he replied. “Meet me at school, go down the hall past my classroom to my private study. I’ll explain things then.”
I gulped as I hung up the phone. What had she done now; what kind of trouble had she gotten herself into? I couldn’t imagine.
The next afternoon when they got home I made sure the kids were taken care of, knowing James would be home in about twenty minutes. Then I drove to the school. I couldn’t for the life of me imagine what kind of problems my daughter might be having as she hadn’t uttered a word to me.
I got to the building, went inside and found my way to his study. He was her new teacher and I was instantly drawn to his handsome physique. So I tried to push aside my feelings as I got serious.
“So what’s this all about, Mr. Jenkins?”
“It seems your daughter is not doing her homework. She’s coming to class unprepared, Mrs. Brown. I hold you personally responsible for this failure.”
“Well, I’m sorry, Mr. Jenkins. I knew she was being a little lazy with her homework. But I was unaware it had gotten this bad.”
“Weren’t you, Mrs. Brown? You knew she’d been missing some homework assignments and yet you did nothing?”
“I’ll speak to her about it straight away.”
“And what’s this about keeping her out of school?”
“Well… I wanted to make sure she spent some quality time with her grandparents. And her great aunt made a surprise visit the other day and I wanted to allow her to spend some quality time with her.”
“So you allowed her to miss time from school?”
“Yes, I did, Mr. Jenkins. I saw no harm in it.”
“Of course you didn’t. Hold out your hands, Mrs. Brown.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I said hold out your hands palms up.”
I had no idea why he told me to do that. But I did as he asked. Then next thing I know he smacked each one with a cane!
I yelped as I jerked them away. “Get them back up, Mrs. Brown. I’ve only given you one on each hand. You deserve two more.”
“But Mr. Jenkins?!”
“I said NOW!”
I jumped at the authoritative tone in his voice. Then I meekly held my hands out. Two more in each palm and my hands were burning. All I could do was hold them up, not wanting to use them to grip anything.
“Now strip out of your dress and undies and bend over the desk.”
“Mr. Jenkins??!!”
“I said NOW, you stroppy tart!”
I bent over the desk, carefully pulling my black satin knickers off my bum. To my embarrassment he grabbed them and pulled them all the way down. “Lift up your left leg, Mrs. Brown!” I meekly did as he asked, flush with embarrassment as he pulled then down.
“And now the other.”
“Mrs. Jenkins, is this standard…?”
“Mrs. Brown, am I going to have to tell you twice?”
“No sir.”
My knickers come off and were left on the floor as my bum was shamefully exposed. “Now spread your legs, Mrs. Brown.” I did as I was told, embarrassed beyond belief until my legs were spread and I was bent over his desk.
Bloody hell; was he going to shag me?? This was the position my husband used from time to time to fuck me when the kids were out of the house. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me but I couldn’t seem to stop it.
All went quiet until I was left standing there trembling like crazy. Just what the hell was he going to do to me?? A moment later I heard a swish.
A split second later it was as if my bum had been stung by a hundred bees. I yelped as I stood upright. “Over the desk, Mrs. Brown!” he commanded and I stared at him in shock.
I was trembling as I slowly bent over the desk, my bum stinging. The next one came in contact with my bum and I was hit by that hundred odd bee stings again. I yelped as I inhaled sharply.
“Count them aloud, Mrs. Brown! That was two!”
There was another swish and my bum stung all over again. “THREE!” I cried out, wincing at the pain. Then…
Swish…
“FOUR!” It hurt like bloody hell.
Swish…
“FIVE!”
Swish…
“SIX!”
“You’re half way there, Mrs. Brown. Maybe next time you will make sure your daughter does her homework and does not miss class.”
Swish…
“SEVEN!” The tears streamed down my cheeks.
Swish…
“EIGHT!”
Swish…
“NINE!” and I started blubbering like a baby.
Swish…
“TEN!” It came out as a scream.
Swish…
“ELEVEN!” By then I was almost hysterical.
Swish…
“TWELVE!” And with that I collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
He said not a word as he put the switch of nettles away. Somehow I managed to get back into my dress. My bum stung so bad I couldn’t even put my undies back on. They went shamefully into my handbag.
He did not speak as I tried to compose myself. I couldn’t even look him in the eye. It was horrible… and yet I now found myself irresistibly drawn to him. I couldn’t even begin to imagine facing him at the next parent-teacher meeting.
I was almost out the door when I heard, “Mrs. Brown?” I froze, not daring to turn and look at him.
“My study, five PM tomorrow.” That’s when my legs turned to jelly. I knew I would never be able to resist anything he wanted to do to me.
© 2016 (written for Dorothy Sep 7 ’16 by riwa)
I got a call from a Mr. Jenkins, telling me he was my daughter’s new school teacher. He told me he had to see me after school. He asked if I could arrive tomorrow at the school at five PM after classes were over.
I told him I could be there. Then I asked him what this was all about. Was my daughter in some sort of trouble?
“You could say that, Mrs. Brown,” he replied. “Meet me at school, go down the hall past my classroom to my private study. I’ll explain things then.”
I gulped as I hung up the phone. What had she done now; what kind of trouble had she gotten herself into? I couldn’t imagine.
The next afternoon when they got home I made sure the kids were taken care of, knowing James would be home in about twenty minutes. Then I drove to the school. I couldn’t for the life of me imagine what kind of problems my daughter might be having as she hadn’t uttered a word to me.
I got to the building, went inside and found my way to his study. He was her new teacher and I was instantly drawn to his handsome physique. So I tried to push aside my feelings as I got serious.
“So what’s this all about, Mr. Jenkins?”
“It seems your daughter is not doing her homework. She’s coming to class unprepared, Mrs. Brown. I hold you personally responsible for this failure.”
“Well, I’m sorry, Mr. Jenkins. I knew she was being a little lazy with her homework. But I was unaware it had gotten this bad.”
“Weren’t you, Mrs. Brown? You knew she’d been missing some homework assignments and yet you did nothing?”
“I’ll speak to her about it straight away.”
“And what’s this about keeping her out of school?”
“Well… I wanted to make sure she spent some quality time with her grandparents. And her great aunt made a surprise visit the other day and I wanted to allow her to spend some quality time with her.”
“So you allowed her to miss time from school?”
“Yes, I did, Mr. Jenkins. I saw no harm in it.”
“Of course you didn’t. Hold out your hands, Mrs. Brown.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I said hold out your hands palms up.”
I had no idea why he told me to do that. But I did as he asked. Then next thing I know he smacked each one with a cane!
I yelped as I jerked them away. “Get them back up, Mrs. Brown. I’ve only given you one on each hand. You deserve two more.”
“But Mr. Jenkins?!”
“I said NOW!”
I jumped at the authoritative tone in his voice. Then I meekly held my hands out. Two more in each palm and my hands were burning. All I could do was hold them up, not wanting to use them to grip anything.
“Now strip out of your dress and undies and bend over the desk.”
“Mr. Jenkins??!!”
“I said NOW, you stroppy tart!”
I bent over the desk, carefully pulling my black satin knickers off my bum. To my embarrassment he grabbed them and pulled them all the way down. “Lift up your left leg, Mrs. Brown!” I meekly did as he asked, flush with embarrassment as he pulled then down.
“And now the other.”
“Mrs. Jenkins, is this standard…?”
“Mrs. Brown, am I going to have to tell you twice?”
“No sir.”
My knickers come off and were left on the floor as my bum was shamefully exposed. “Now spread your legs, Mrs. Brown.” I did as I was told, embarrassed beyond belief until my legs were spread and I was bent over his desk.
Bloody hell; was he going to shag me?? This was the position my husband used from time to time to fuck me when the kids were out of the house. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me but I couldn’t seem to stop it.
All went quiet until I was left standing there trembling like crazy. Just what the hell was he going to do to me?? A moment later I heard a swish.
A split second later it was as if my bum had been stung by a hundred bees. I yelped as I stood upright. “Over the desk, Mrs. Brown!” he commanded and I stared at him in shock.
I was trembling as I slowly bent over the desk, my bum stinging. The next one came in contact with my bum and I was hit by that hundred odd bee stings again. I yelped as I inhaled sharply.
“Count them aloud, Mrs. Brown! That was two!”
There was another swish and my bum stung all over again. “THREE!” I cried out, wincing at the pain. Then…
Swish…
“FOUR!” It hurt like bloody hell.
Swish…
“FIVE!”
Swish…
“SIX!”
“You’re half way there, Mrs. Brown. Maybe next time you will make sure your daughter does her homework and does not miss class.”
Swish…
“SEVEN!” The tears streamed down my cheeks.
Swish…
“EIGHT!”
Swish…
“NINE!” and I started blubbering like a baby.
Swish…
“TEN!” It came out as a scream.
Swish…
“ELEVEN!” By then I was almost hysterical.
Swish…
“TWELVE!” And with that I collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
He said not a word as he put the switch of nettles away. Somehow I managed to get back into my dress. My bum stung so bad I couldn’t even put my undies back on. They went shamefully into my handbag.
He did not speak as I tried to compose myself. I couldn’t even look him in the eye. It was horrible… and yet I now found myself irresistibly drawn to him. I couldn’t even begin to imagine facing him at the next parent-teacher meeting.
I was almost out the door when I heard, “Mrs. Brown?” I froze, not daring to turn and look at him.
“My study, five PM tomorrow.” That’s when my legs turned to jelly. I knew I would never be able to resist anything he wanted to do to me.
© 2016 (written for Dorothy Sep 7 ’16 by riwa)
