Long Multiplication Part 2 By The Courageous Pedagogue
(C) 2002 The Courageous Pedagogue.
Part 2 - Deeper And Deeper.
Marcus Morrison was in his last class of the day, a rowdy rabble of unruly 4th years - 14 year olds. He was struggling to keep control of this particular class - not the most academically adept. He was feeling stressed at what was likely to follow after the lesson, the sexy and seductive Samantha Philpot would be visiting him again - maybe seducing him again. He regretted what had happened, but had to admit over and over that it had felt good.
"There's far too much noise going on in here. You are hear to learn, not discuss the top ten or the most fanciable footballer. Quieten down now, or I'll have to make an example of one of you," Marcus threatened - this meant a spanking for someone if not heeded. There was immediate silence - at last. "Good, next one to speak will feel my slipper."
There was silence and order again and Marcus was able to gather his thoughts. They were weighing heavy on his mind as the ramifications of the previous day gradually sank in. 'I'm done for,' he thought. 'This can't go on - I am 27 and she is 13. For fucks sake Morrison what have you done?' In actual fact he had done very little but succumb to the wishes of one of his pupils. 'But if someone finds out. Holy shit,' he continued to worry. 'No, I'll have to tell her it can't go on. I have.. we both have good reasons for this to stop.'
"Owwwwww, you bastard!! Stop it," a voice called out in apparent pain. Marcus turned to see what the disturbance was. He focussed his attention on the smallest in the class, Ben Roberts. He was a bully's target if ever there was one. Puberty had yet to set in on him and he looked very boyish amongst the other and in the room.
"What's happened Roberts?" Marcus asked of the small boy.
"Nothing sir, I banged my elbow on the table," the weakly lied to save further trouble inside and outside the classroom. Marcus knew that the larger on an adjacent table had more than likely hit him.
"Are you sure Ben? Then who did you tell to 'stop it,'" Marcus asked. Ben looked down at the table and replied,
"I don't want to get anyone else in trouble."
"Well you know I will not tolerate an outburst of that nature in my classroom. You will have to take the punishment if you won't tell me what happened. What really happened," Marcus hinted, determined to get to the bottom of the incident.
"Please sir," a girl's voice politely and somewhat smugly piped up. It was Cassandra Johnson's voice. Cassandra was a very lithe beauty and possessed long hair, hypnotic blue eyes and that dark olive skin. The had raised her arm to draw the teacher's attention. Marcus was sure that she was about to rat on another of her schoolmates.
"What is it Cassandra?" Marcus asked of the girl.
"Well, I saw what happened. It was Toby Oakes, he punched Ben hard on the arm. He's been causing trouble all afternoon," Cassandra explained. Marcus turned his head to Toby Oakes who appeared to sink down in his seat.
"Is this true Toby? Did you punch Ben?" Marcus asked pointing at Ben's arm. The room was silent, as Toby looked across at Cassandra and noticed a smug grin on her face. She squinted her eyes at him in triumph. She had been out to get him in trouble all week after he had called one of her friends a 'bitch.' "Well?" Marcus raised his voice, losing patience with the lad.
Toby immediately looked back at his teacher, aware that he was caught.
"Y, yes Mr. Morrison, I didn't mean to him though. He wouldn't lend me his ruler," Toby offered.
"That is no excuse. I dare say that I wouldn't let you borrow my ruler if you react like that. Come out to the front of the class please," Marcus demanded.
"But sir, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to him."
"No more excuses Oakes. I won't have bullying in my classroom." Marcus gestured towards the front of the classroom. There were muffled whispers between the rest of the children in the room, they knew that they were going to witness a spanking. Cassandra got quite excited and continued to grin wickedly as she watched Toby make his way slowly to the front of the room. She felt a tingle in the bottom of her stomach, aware of what she might see.
Toby stood at the front of the class with his head down, not only embarrassed to have been brought up to he front, but also to have been reported by a girl.
"Now then, I will not tolerate violence in my classroom - it is written on my wall," Marcus commented pointing to the class rules on his wall. "You have been violent in my classroom Toby and now you will have to pay the price of such hooligan behaviour." Toby began to go bright red, aware that a spanking was now on the cards.
"Please sir, I'll do detention for week, but don't spank in front of the class," Toby bargained for mercy. He could not bare to look at Cassandra or the other in the classroom as he was aware that they would all be giggling or smirking at his predicament.
"I shall expect you for detention in any case Toby, but now you need to learn the lesson for violent behaviour," Marcus advised. He reached into the top drawer of his desk and removed a dark blue slipper - his tool of punishment for serious breeches of discipline. Toby drew in a large breath at the sight of the slipper.
"Now, unfasten your trousers and draw them down to your ankles Toby," ordered Mr. Morrison. There were stifled giggles from the other pupils. Toby looked pleadingly at his teacher, but found no sign of mercy. He began to turn away from the gazing eyes of his classmates to remove his trousers with a modicum of privacy. "No, face the class. You have disrupted their class time today, they should at least see the consequences of this disruption," Marcus admonished.
Toby unbuckled the belt of his trousers and unfastened the button. Slowly, he drew his trousers down towards his ankles exposing his white briefs to the class of eager eyes. If Toby could have bared to look around the room, he would have seen the giggling and smirking that was prevalent at this show.
Cassandra was awash with glee at this display, herself hopeful that she would get to see all of Toby Oakes. Despite being a nasty piece of work, she had to admit he had a gorgeous body. She wanted to see a bit more. Ben Roberts was also secretly smiling, his tormentor getting his comeuppance for once. "Now you may turn around. I want you then to draw your underpants down to your ankles as well and touch your toes," Marcus instructed. This instruction brought fresh whispering around the room, Mr Morrison had finally lost patience with a pupil and resorted to a spanking.
"Please sir, not here. Not in front of them," begged Toby, them meaning the watching girls.
"Just do it Toby, let's get this over with," ordered the teacher. Toby turned away from his classmates and placed his thumbs into the waistband of his pants (he was thankful that they were still clean). In one swift motion, he lowered them to his knees and then down to his ankles, exposing his backside to the audience.
The emitted fresh giggles as the boy's bottom came into view. Cassandra in particular grinned triumphantly as she stared between his legs and caught site of Toby's testicles and penis hanging down as he bent over. The other quickly caught on to this novel sight and nudged their friends and pointed. The were just grateful that this was not them as they watched the smirking faces of the girls.
Marcus raised the slipper about three feet away from the boy's creamy white backside and brought it down with stinging thud,
Thud!
Toby struggled to keep his balance as the slipper struck its target. He moaned with discomfort and clenched his buttocks together as if to defend him from the following blows.
Thud!
The second strike was as harsh as the first. The giggling in the room had turned to gasps and almost sympathy, apart from Cassandra and Ben.
Thud!
The third and final blow brought a cry of pain from Toby's mouth and made him jump up. Fortunately for him, he did not turn round and expose even more of himself to his audience. He felt a real need to grab hold of his buttocks as they stung like nothing he had experienced before. However, his hands would not take away the scarlet colouring that they had now adopted. His buttocks now matched his face.
After a few seconds for both teacher and pupil to compose themselves, Marcus spoke.
"I hope that will be an end to your violence in the classroom Toby."
"Yes sir," Toby replied, now fighting tears away from his eyes. Weaker would have bawled like babies.
"Good, now replace your clothing and go back to your seat. When you do sit down, I want you to apologise to Ben. Maybe then, he might let you borrow his ruler," Marcus continued. The pulled his pants and trousers back up and moved back to his seat as he refastened the belt buckle. When he was sure that Toby had apologised to his victim, Marcus continued the lesson.
"Right, there are fifteen minutes left. I don't want any talking, whispering or hassle for the rest of this lesson. Now get to work."
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The rest of the lesson passed uneventfully, and as the bell sounded for the end of another day, the pupils quickly filed out of the room.
At a quarter to four, a polite knock sounded at the door. Marcus looked up and took in a deep breath before saying, "Come in."
The door opened and Samantha Philpot entered the room. Marcus noticed that she was wearing her hair in a ponytail today, which emphasised her good looks. She was also wearing her dark blue skirt a lot shorter than the previous day. She smiled at him and made her way over to where he sat at his desk. Marcus was breathing heavily, he was anxious to tell this that it could go no further, but she got in first.
"Hiya Marcus! Did you miss me?" Samantha asked. Marcus just stared at her with an open mouthed expression of wonderment and discomfort. "Marcus? You okay?" she asked again.
"Y, yeahhhh. I am fine, you okay?" he replied meekly.
"I've missed you. I thought about you all night. Give me a kiss," she demanded as she bent in to kiss him. Marcus initially tried to fend her off, but he could smell her perfume and conceded to her smiling lips. Their kiss lasted for a number of seconds, Samantha bravely probing her tongue over the teeth of her teacher. This made Marcus pull back as if given a reminder that this was all so very wrong!
"Wow, you kiss so nicely," Samantha teased. "Did you, errrm, did you think about me last night?" she asked nervously. Marcus looked into her eyes and nodded.
"Yes, I did. I couldn't think of anything else, in fact I don't think I even slept last night," he explained.
"Oh good, you must like me then," Samantha grinned at him. "Did errrm, did you play with it?" she asked more confidently.
"Play with what?" he responded naively. Samantha giggled with embarrassment and moved her hand down to his groin area and applied pressure to his cock.
"You know, this... your willy," Samantha whispered the last word, just in case anyone was nearby. Marcus could not believe that this was talking to him in this way, and it made him feel embarrassed, but the fact remained, he liked her. There was something fresh about her, he was starting to enjoy this. Maybe he wouldn't end it, at least not today.
"Hmmmmm, you are cheeky Sam. Yes I did have a play," Marcus answered. He blushed and looked away. Samantha smiled at him and continued to rub his crotch,
"Awww, did you think of me whilst you did it?" This was something else, she wanted to know everything about everything. She was so curious. Marcus remembered that she would be curious, she was only 13! Although he now felt dirty, he felt obliged to carry on.
"Yes, I thought about you," he admitted. Samantha was overjoyed at this, the knowledge that a had fantasised about her made her feel flattered. She asked him what he pictured them doing as he masturbated. This was too much for Marcus and he silenced her as he moved in to plant a kiss on her mouth. Samantha then began to breath heavily as her own arousal began. That familiar tingle deep in her private parts made her close her eyes and accept the kiss.
Once again, Samantha straddled her teacher as he sat in his chair and began to rub her crotch against his, their kiss becoming deeper and deeper. Both of their tongues tickled each other's and hands roamed up and down their backs.
Marcus could feels his cock rising and hardening as Samantha wriggled her crotch against his. He responded by running his hands underneath the girl's school skirt and fondled her bottom cheeks firmly.
"Mmmmmmhhh, Marcus that feels really nice. I want you to know that I would like you to feel me, all over," Samantha softly whispered in his ear. Marcus appeared to be only mildly aware of what she had said, lost in these strangely familiar feelings of passion. He felt like a young teenager all over again as he continued to squeeze her plump bottom cheeks, covered in some unseen cotton panties.
The teenager felt so light on his lap that he felt able to squeeze her tightly to his body, grinding his own crotch into hers. Marcus became braver (or weaker depending on your view) and ran a finger down outside from the top of her along and between her bottom cheeks and round to her little pussy. He felt the heat within her as his finger stroked the outline of her delicate labia.
"Mmmmmmm, Marcus, yes rub me there. I want you to rub my little pussy," Samantha ordered. Marcus obeyed and continued to circle her hot treasure and occasionally gently probed at the centre of her pussy. He was well aware of the wetness that lay immediately beneath the cotton of her panties. Samantha continued to breath heavily, her sexual arousal building with each circle of his finger and wriggling of her crotch. Her clitoris rubbed against his penis.
Samantha broke off the kiss and reached behind her head to remove her jumper. She climbed off her teacher's lap and removed her tie before unbuttoning her light blue school shirt. She climbed on top of the desk and lay back,
"Come on Marcus, I want you to feel me all over. I am tingling all over, down here," she said pointing to the area between her legs. His eyes had almost popped out of his head as he watched her remove her jumper and unbuttoned her shirt.
Marcus stood at the side of the desk gazing down at the beautiful lying on the desk before him. Aware of the danger, he was too scared to stop it at this point. He was in too deep now, he had touched her intimate area. He moved in and began to kiss her once again, the hotness of her mouth continued to keep the bulge firm in his boxer shorts.
Marcus let his left hand wander between the gap left by the three buttons undone by the girl. He was able to trace his hand over her tummy and find her belly button. He felt the nubbin that indicated that she had an outy belly button. He liked the feel of that. His hand wandered back up her belly and discovered that for today at least she wore no bra.
Her felt very warm to his touch and as his fingers delicately massaged her nipples, Samantha let out a quiet, yet thoroughly sexual girlish whimper. Her pussy tingled with all of these feelings and she felt compelled to move her hand under her skirt and rub her panty-covered clitoris.
It was not long before Samantha almost bit her lover's lip as her masturbation and his fondling delivered a powerful orgasm to her body. The whimpered at the feelings and writhed around on the desk like a puppy having its tummy rubbed.
"That felt good Marcus, you obviously know what you're doing with a girl," Samantha teased again and smiled up at her teacher. Marcus smiled back at her,
"It's been a while." With this comment, Marcus held his head low and sought her sympathy, whether it was to try and justify what was happening he still doesn't know. But Samantha was not worldly wise and seemed to ignore that moment.
Samantha sat up and hitched up her skirt. Marcus watched as her hands disappeared beneath the pleated garment and liberated a pair of from within. They were white with a pair of daisies at the front. Samantha put them to one side and smiled up at Marcus once again.
"Come on sexy, touch me some more," she said impishly and displaying her youthful dimples. Marcus complied and began to run his hands up and down her legs. "You can look if you want to," Samantha continued as if sensing his embarrassment. Marcus just continued to stroke her legs gently. Samantha unbuttoned the remainder of the buttons on her and let the sides hang open, exposing her to his eyes.
Marcus moved in closer to examine her girlish globes and used his other hand to delicately massage them once again. The cool air in the schoolroom mixed with the delicate touches of her teacher made her little nipples stand out and harden. As Samantha was laid back on the desk, she appeared almost flat chested, an indicator of her youthful disposition.
Marcus regained his lustful nature and allowed his hand to dance up and down her legs one more time before venturing higher and higher to the tops of the girl's thighs. Her legs instinctively opened and allowed his hand to find the hot and wet valley at the junction between her legs and body.
As his fingers danced back and forth across the base of her belly they threatened to touch her naked sex at any moment and Samantha was wriggling on the table as if to speed up this promise.
"Ohhhhmmm, Marcus, please touch me properly, please," the demanded. Seeing the will in her eyes, Marcus placed his hand firmly on her crotch, and rubbed into the wetness that awaited his curious hand. The same wetness he felt moments earlier when she was sat astride him.
Marcus slowly explored her with his hand, tracing his fingers through her wispy and barely apparent pubic hair, along her clitoris and down into the moist valley of her vulva. With the sensation of a man's hand on her naked sex, Samantha sat up on the desk, her legs dangling over the side. She hitched her skirt up completely, allowing Marcus to see her girlish before him.
He raised his eyebrows and slowly bit on his lower lip taking in the sight of this naked beauty. She smiled sweetly at him as she saw his eyes roaming over her whole body, eyes, breasts, legs, eyes, pussy, breasts and back to her eyes again. He felt that he wanted her, he had succumbed to her seduction and she knew that she had captured him. Even she could see his attraction to her. She was now more flattered than ever.
Samantha opened her legs as far they could go and used her hand to enable her clitoris to be displayed. Marcus could see the wetness between the lips of her now fully exposed pussy. He moved in between the legs of the girl and placed his hand on her private parts again. He could scent the sweet aroma of a teenage filling his inquisitive nostrils.
His fingers tickled her clitoris enough for her to feel another orgasm welling inside her. He heard her whimper again as she had done before she came last time so he probed with his middle finger between her labia and at the entrance to her vagina.
"Put it in Marcus, I want you to finger me," the demanded. Silently and without any resistance, he slipped his finger into her hot and moist vagina. Samantha let out a satisfied sigh as her orgasm over came her. She clasped her legs tightly around Marcus's hand.
When Samantha had relaxed enough, Marcus withdrew his finger from her and examined the glistening residue - a tell sign of her arousal and enjoyment.
"You are the best sir, much better than a boy." Samantha praised her lover. Marcus had reason to suspect that it was not the first time that Samantha had a male finger inside her and her last statement confirmed this.
"Th, thanks Samantha. You look so pretty sat there," Marcus said to the girl. This filled Samantha with joy, it appeared that she had found her prize guy. "But we have got to keep this so secret - you can't tell anyone," he continued.
"I won't tell, even I have a lot to lose now," Sam chirped in response as she began to redress.
Samantha kissed her lover on the mouth before vacating the room and said,
"Maybe next time, you will show me what the bulge is in your pants." She turned and headed for the door.
"Maybe! Perhaps you could come round to my house one evening and have tea or something," Marcus replied smiling.
"Yes, that would be cool. Thursday?" Sam responded. Nodding in agreement, he spied a stray garment on the floor.
"Oh Sam, your pants," he said retrieving them from the desk.
"Oh you keep them, something to remind you of me tonight huh?" she said and closed the door behind her.
Marcus sat at his desk and breathed a sigh.
"She's got you mate. You are almost balls deep in the shit now," he said to himself. The realisation of the situation hit him once again. Did he really have the bottle or the nerve to entertain a thirteen year at his house? He had to break this off before it got too far out of hand. But how? She had truly got him.
Marcus sheepishly looked around the room and then held his left hand to his nose and was able to smell the that he had fallen for. He slowly his middle finger into his mouth and savoured her taste. He began to feel like a dirty and quickly withdrew it, shaking his head but smiling at the irony.
As he tidied up the room and prepared to leave, the temptation of her proved too much and he picked them up off his desk and examined them. He raised them to his face and sniffed deeply at the crotch.
"Mmmmmmm, Samantha. You are a wonderful girl," he mused. He examined them again and looked for any tell stains on the material but found only dampness where her young fanny had been so aroused just minutes before. Closing his eyes, he sniffed them again and was able to distinguish the front of her pants from the back by scent alone. He had fallen for her. And now he risked everything.
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Once again, Samantha avoided a grounding for being late home and once again she enjoyed a wonderful warm bath and pictured her teacher, fingering her and dare she say it, licking her as well.
Marcus returned home with the in his pocket, determined never to wash them. In fact he held them to his face as he brought himself to climax before showering and heading to bed. Never before had he felt such fear and attraction all at the same time. How ever will he cope?
He longed for Thursday and no doubt, so do you ;-).
Samantha and Marcus will return in,
Part 3 - She's The Boss.
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