How A Female Teacher Became An Obedient Little Pet Chapter - 7

Chapter 7

Once the bell sounded for lunch during my math class, I packed away my stuff and then headed back to Mrs. Gavelle 's classroom. I opened her door and stepped inside. She sat at her desk, but then stood when she saw me.

"Didn't I tell you to refer to me as 'sir' at all times?"

"You did, sir."

"Then why did you keep calling me 'Ryan' during your lesson?"

Her head slumped. "I'm sorry, sir, but I had to." She looked back up. "What would the other students think?"

"I don't care and you will be punished for your disobedience. Now bend over the desk and get your pants down."

"Yes, sir, but please lock the door first."

I thought. I liked the idea of someone walking in the class while her pants were down, but I said, "Fine." I took her keys and made my way over to her door as she got into position. I locked it then walked into the backroom to retrieve the items she bought. Then I stepped out and made my way back over to Mrs. Gavelle . Her chest lay flat on her desk and pants were just below her ass cheeks. Seeing her like this made me hard as fuck.

I placed the bag on her desk and pulled out the four ties. The first one was red and I tied it tightly around her left wrist. The second tie was black and I tied that one around her other wrist. I tied the two remaining blue ties around her ankles. Then I got under the desk and pulled the ties on her wrists in until they could be pulled no more. I knotted them together and was sure she couldn't escape.

I got out from under the table and stood behind Mrs. Gavelle . I kicked her feet apart and then fastened her right ankle against the leg of the table. Then I did the same thing to her other leg and stepped back to admire my handiwork. She was and looked defenseless - probably felt that way, too. I smiled, reached into the white bag and pulled out the paddle.

"Why're you such a disobedient whore, Carol?"

"I'm not, sir."

"I counted the amount of times you called me 'Ryan' today. It was eight. And you get two of these for each time it happened." I pulled my arm back and the brought the paddle down hard on her left buttock, causing it to wobble.

She squealed. "I'm sorry, sir."

"That's not what I wanna hear." My head shook. "I want you to count each spanking I give you and thank me for it, too."

"Okay, sir."

"From the top." I struck her right ass cheek. She squealed again, making my cock twitch. The sadist in me loved the sound.

"That's one, sir. And thank you, sir."

I spanked her left cheek again.

"Ahhh! Two, sir. And thank you sir."

I spanked her other cheek again.

"Three, sir. Thank you, sir."

The classroom was filled by the sound of the paddle connecting with her ass, accompanied by Mrs. Gavelle 's cries. I wasn't sure if I'd ever been hornier. Once I landed my seventeenth blow, and she counted and thanked me for it, I placed the paddle on the desk. "I forgot to check something," I said, shoved my hand into her underwear and cupped her mound.

Surprisingly, I felt pubic hairs covering her vulva. But even more surprisingly, Mrs. Gavelle  was wet. I smiled subtly, withdrew my hand and decided to keep that piece of knowledge to myself.

"Didn't I tell you to shave your pussy?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't have time - I'm mean, I forgot."

I paused. "Well, which one is it? Didn't you have time? Or did you forget?"

"Both, sir."

"Not good enough." I shook my head and picked up the paddle. Whatever answer she gave me, she would've still lost. "You must be punished." I whacked her crimson ass again. She wailed and whimpered, but resumed counting and thanking me.

I landed nine more blows, giving her twenty-seven in total, and then put the paddle back in its bag. I then stepped behind Mrs. Gavelle . I pulled her ass cheeks apart, thong over her one butt cheek and withdrew the butt plug. She groaned.

"Ready to get fucked, Mrs. G?" I dropped the butt plug into the bag.

Her head shook before she looked at me. "Ryan, no. I'm married."

I smacked her ass hard with my hand, causing her to release the loudest of her cries as the shot echoed through the classroom. The sound was probably sharp enough to be heard from down the hallway. "What did I say about you calling me 'Ryan?'"

"I'm sorry, sir, but please don't put your penis inside my vagina."

I slapped her ass once more, a little softer this time, and then unbuckled my pants as I thought. If I went against her wishes, I'd be nothing but a rapist. And I think I've mentioned where I stood on that matter. "Okay. I won't put it inside your 'vagina.'" I pulled out my cock. "I'll just put it up your asshole, instead."