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Face Time
by Ed Rider (ed_rider7@hotmail.com)

***

Mrs. Brown was holding a wooden paddle! It looked just 
like one for playing ping-pong, but it was a little 
larger and didn't have any rubber sides on it. Mrs. 
Brown raised it up and then she smacked Bobby on the ass 
with it! (Fm, underage, d/s, voy, spank, huml)

***

It was late by the time I was finished with cheerleading 
practice and I was eager to get home, away from school 
for the day at last. Unfortunately, as I was packing up 
my book bag, I noticed that I was missing one of my 
spiral notebooks, one that had some important notes from 
English class. I thought for a while as to where it 
could be. I went back to my locker, but it wasn't there 
either. I stood in the deserted hallway, and I finally 
decided that I must have left it in the classroom.

Miss Castle was my English teacher. She was a fairly 
young woman with blonde hair and a serious demeanor. Her 
class was in the east wing of the school, so I had to 
walk all the way across the building to get there. I 
wasn't sure how I was going to get into the classroom, 
but I guess I figured I could find a janitor to let me 
in briefly.

Unfortunately not even the janitors were around at this 
time, and I only went to Ms. Castle's door on the vague 
hope that it would be unlocked for some reason. I don't 
know what it was, but something made me approach her 
room very cautiously.

When I peered in through the window on the door, I was 
in for quite a shock! I could see Ms. Castle seated at 
her desk, at the front of the room. She wasn't doing 
anything, just leaning back in her chair, pulled back a 
bit from her desk. 

I almost knocked on the door, but all of a sudden I 
stopped and froze. Ms. Castle wasn't alone in the room! 
There, sitting on the floor in front of her, there was 
someone else. It was a boy, some student I didn't know. 
And his face was busily occupied between Ms. Castle's 
legs!

I let out my breath in a gasp and quietly pulled away 
from the window. Had they seen me? No, of course not, 
they were both quite occupied with each other. I leaned 
back over and glanced into the room as unobtrusively as 
I could. I hadn't miss-seen a thing. 

Miss Castle's jeans were lying on the floor beside her, 
and this boy was... was giving her oral sex! From the 
looks of it, she was enjoying it quite a bit. I stood in 
rapt attention for a moment as I watched the two of 
them. Then, as sudden as a rabbit, guilt leapt into me 
and I turned from the door and hastily made a retreat.

Well, I never did get that notebook back in time for the 
test. (turns out I had left it somewhere else entirely) 
However, Ms. Castle had given me something much more 
vexing than grammar to think about. I know I should have 
just put it out of my head, but for some reason my 
thoughts kept returning in that direction. 

I watched Ms. Castle as she returned papers in class. 
She was young, I supposed, why shouldn't she have a 
lover? But, a student? Something inside me knew that I 
should report this to... to someone, but on the other 
hand, what would I say?

I decided that it was none of my business. But in class, 
when we were supposed to be writing, my eyes darted up 
to the front of the room, where Ms. Castle sat at her 
desk. She could have someone under her desk right now, I 
thought. Someone could be sitting under her desk and... 
someone could down there doing that stuff to her right 
now!

The thought sent shivers down my spine. It was so 
naughty, to think those kinds of things about a teacher. 
I shouldn't have looked in her window that night, I 
knew. But how was I to help that? It was clearly an 
accident. I made myself focus on my writing, and not 
think any more about Ms. Castle's extra-curricular 
activities.

For the short-term, I was successful. A few days passed 
and I was able to go to English class and not think 
about my teacher in... in that position. I had plenty to 
do throughout each day, and gradually the image of what 
I had seen was drained from my mind.

Unfortunately, not all thoughts are so easy to sweep 
away. In the minutes that I lay in my bed each night, 
waiting for sleep to come to me, my mind persisted in 
these avenues of inquiry. It seemed that this time was 
conducive to introspection, as if the sleeping mind and 
the awakened mind were pausing for conversation just 
before they switched places.

You know you want it. That statement circled around my 
head one night. But what? What did I want? I didn't have 
to wait long before the answer quite unwillingly 
occurred to me. You want someone to do that to you. You 
want someone to get between your legs like that boy in 
Ms. Castle's room. You want someone to lick your pussy 
and make it feel good all over.

I almost blushed, lying there in the darkness. My 
blankets felt hot and constricting. I rarely masturbate, 
but I found that my hand was already down below my 
waist, rubbing my sensitive pussy lips through my 
panties. I drifted off to sleep that night thinking of 
boys and their tongues and the delicious things they 
might do with them.

*

You might think that for a cheerleader and a popular 
girl, it would be an easy matter to find someone who 
would be up to performing oral sex on me. However, I did 
not have the reputation of a slut, and neither did I 
wish to acquire it. Since I had no boyfriend, or even 
close male acquaintances, my prospects seemed some days 
to be non-existent.

Still, this did not deter my mind from plotting, from 
lingering on these thoughts from day to day. Unbeknownst 
to my active thoughts, I was formulating a plan. This 
plan went on from day to day, and while I knew I was 
enacting each portion of it, for some reason the larger 
picture was generally shut away from my reason.

One day, however, there was no denying what my plan was. 
I held my lunch bag in hand and looked around the 
crowded cafeteria. Robert was sitting alone at a small 
table, as he usually did. I sauntered towards him.

Robert was the name of the boy I had seen with Miss 
Castle. I had found this out, along with much other 
information about him. He was a junior, one year younger 
than me, and he was in Ms. Castle's third period class. 
He was not one of the popular boys at the school, 
although he lacked any of the qualities that would make 
him some sort of outcast or cause any popular person to 
look down on him. Altogether he was a quiet boy who 
liked art classes.

When I sat down at the table with him without so much of 
a word, he was surprised. Surely anyone else would have 
been surprised to see one of the cheerleaders sit down 
at lunch with a nobody. I ignored him for a moment, as 
if I had sat down across from him by accident, and I got 
out my lunch and put it on the table.

I smiled at him. "Hi," I said, letting my eyes meet his 
with a mischievous sparkle.

Robert looked around as if there had to be someone else 
I was talking to. "Uh, hello," he replied.

What I wanted was just to lean over the table and 
whisper in his ear. I wanted to come right out say to 
him, Robert, get down on your knees under this table and 
start licking. As you might imagine, the words caught in 
my throat long before they ever came out of my mouth.

"My name's Melanie," I said instead.

He told me his name, and I pretended that I was hearing 
it for the first time. After that we only said a few 
more words to each other. I was a little nervous, but 
not nearly as uncomfortable as he seemed to be. For the 
most part I ate my lunch in silence, and when I was 
done, I wiped my lips with a napkin, smiled, and told 
him that maybe I would see him tomorrow or something. As 
I left, he just sat there with what must have been a 
confused smile.

The next day I did the same thing, and we spoke a little 
more. He asked me why I was sitting with him, and I got 
a little flustered and muttered something about a 
falling out among cheerleaders, which he seemed to 
accept at face value.

On the third day I had the courage to come right out and 
tell him. "I know about you and Miss Castle," I said, 
right out of the blue.

He hurriedly swallowed a bite of his sandwich. "What?" 
he asked with eyes wide.

"I know." I stated it matter-of-factly. "Not going to 
fail that class, are you?"

He actually blushed. For some reason, I felt wonderful 
at that moment. Probably because I knew my plan was 
going to succeed.

"Uh, no," he managed to push out.

I just kept smiling at him and went on eating my lunch. 
He didn't have much more to say to me, but that was 
okay. It was easy to get him to agree to meet more after 
school, so that we could "discuss" these matters in a 
more private setting.

When he saw me again that afternoon he couldn't help but 
grin. We went back to my house and from there up to my 
room. I didn't know how to proceed from there so we just 
sat down on my bed, and eventually he leaned over and 
started kissing me. I kissed him back, and we rolled 
back onto the bed and made out for a while.

He was clumsy but eager, and I enjoyed holding him. But, 
we were there for a pretty specific reason. I put my 
hands on his shoulders and pushed him down off me. He 
knew what I wanted, and we quickly got my pants off. His 
tongue was heavenly, even better than I could have 
imagined. My body writhed in pleasure as he licked me 
all over my pretty pussy.

I came twice. I've never done that before, not in one 
day, definitely not in the short hour he spent with me. 
When I was done I pushed his head away from me and 
squeezed my legs together, just basking in the pleasure. 
Gradually I came back to the present and sat up. Robert 
was just sitting on the bed, still fully clothed, 
looking at me with a calm expression on his face. I 
hugged him rather awkwardly and later he left. And that 
was how the unlikely Robert became my boyfriend.

*

It went on like that, the two of us rarely talking in 
school, but getting together in the evenings fairly 
often. I gave him a hand job one night, because I had 
never done that before and was curious. Some other 
nights he would masturbate and I would help him, kissing 
his neck and snuggling up against his body. But always, 
every night I could get him alone, he went down on me, 
and licked me until I was satisfied.

This went on for a couple of weeks, and I was beginning 
to get used to it. One time I asked him if he was still 
doing 'favors' for Ms. Castle, and he said that he was, 
but quite infrequently these days, and I assured him 
that once in a while was okay with me. And then one day 
I got a bit of a surprise.

Mrs. Brown, my history teacher, had told me to stay 
after class one day. Hers was my last class of the day, 
so I remained at my desk as the other kids filed out. I 
was a bit nervous. If Ms. Castle was a serious person, 
then Mrs. Brown was downright strict. While the rowdy 
boys may have pulled pranks in other teachers' classes 
they held themselves a bit more in check for Mrs. Brown.

Finally she and I were alone in the classroom. Mrs. 
Brown got up and closed the door, then walked back over 
to me, taking a seat in the desk next to me. This was 
strange, I had no idea what she wanted to talk to me 
about. Maybe she was concerned about my grade in the 
class which I thought was sure to be a C.

Mrs. Brown looked me up and down. Finally she spoke. "I 
hear you have a relationship with Bobby," she stated.

Omigod! What did she know about that? I blushed 
furiously. But it didn't have anything to do with her, 
did it? I felt like her eyes were boring into me. At 
length she gave me what might have been a reassuring 
smile.

"Oh, don't look so guilty, dearie," she said. "It's 
perfectly all right for a girl like you to go out with a 
boy. I just thought perhaps you should know some 
things."

I was aghast. I sat fixed in my seat, maybe from shame, 
maybe from fear, probably because I just didn't know 
what else to do. Mrs. Brown went on talking to me as if 
she were giving a lecture on early colonialism. She told 
me that I had been doing a good job, but that I was in 
need of a little training, things that I couldn't just 
pick up on my own. I just nodded and murmured assent. 
Gradually as she talked I relaxed just a bit.

There was a knock on the door. Again Mrs. Brown went to 
the door, opened and closed it. I was a bit embarrassed 
to see the entrant, but, on the bright side, at least 
this wasn't about my grade in history.

It was Robert. He came into the room with his eyes on 
the floor, looking for all the world like a condemned 
prisoner. When I saw him my heart lifted, as the sight 
of a lover is always welcome, even in strange 
circumstances.

Things got stranger. Mrs. Brown locked the door, and 
pulled down a little shade over the window. (I guess Ms. 
Castle didn't have one of those :)) Then she turned out 
the lights and returned to her desk and sat down. Robert 
came over and sat down next to me. He said hi to me very 
quietly and I mumbled hello back.

It was dim in the room, but not dark. Mrs. Brown sat at 
her desk as if she led a class of two on every day. I 
couldn't hear anyone in the hall outside; it occurred to 
me the Mrs. Brown had the farthest classroom from the 
main building. She was also in the east wing, at the end 
of a hall.

"So Bobby, you've managed to find yourself a little 
girlfriend." Mrs. Brown's tone was sharp, but at the 
same time she spoke with a great familiarity. 'Bobby' 
just stared at his desk and said nothing. "Tell me 
Bobby, what have the two of you been doing?"

And then, to my great mortification, Bobby began to 
describe our after-school encounters. I tried to sink 
into my desk, but it was no use. It must have seemed a 
strange scene. There we were, two students sitting in 
the front row, receiving a lesson from our teacher, 
except the light were out and Bobby was just saying how 
much he loved licking my... licking my cunt!

He called it a cunt too, right there in front of Mrs. 
Brown, and she just nodded and bade him continue. I 
blushed and looked anywhere but at Bobby or Mrs. Brown, 
and he went on describing all the different things the 
two of us had done.

Finally he came to some conclusion, and Mrs. Brown 
nodded. "My," she said, "you two certainly have been 
busy. But Bobby, you seem to have left something out. 
All these times when Melanie helped you get off, did you 
ask for her permission to cum?"

By now I had reached my threshold level of 
embarrassment. Nothing that came after had any power to 
further redden my cheeks. Bobby just looked downcast. 
"No Ma'am," he told her. "No I didn't."

"Hm. Well," said Mrs. Brown. "I suppose there are 
extenuating circumstances. *But*, that does not mean you 
won't be punished. Come here, boy."

And then, to my utter astonishment, Bobby went over to 
Mrs. Brown's desk and started taking off his pants. Mrs. 
Brown just watched him do that with no surprise, and 
then she opened up a desk drawer and pulled something 
out of it. I didn't realize what it was at first, but 
then Bobby, who was standing there in his underwear, 
leaned over her desk so that his chest was draped across 
it and his butt was sticking up in the air.

Mrs. Brown was holding a wooden paddle! It looked just 
like one for playing ping-pong, but it was a little 
larger and didn't have any rubber sides on it. Mrs. 
Brown raised it up and then she smacked Bobby on the ass 
with it!

Smack!! I nearly jumped out of my chair! Bobby's weight 
shifted, but he barely moved at all. Then Mrs. Brown hit 
him again -- and again! She was spanking him!

I leaned forward in my chair nervously, but I couldn't 
take my eyes off the sight of Bobby in his underwear. 
Mrs. Brown paddled him again, hard, and I think he 
nearly cried out. My heart started beating hard and fast 
in my chest. Why was she spanking him? Omigod, is she 
going to spank me next?!

Mrs. Brown rested for a second, rubbing Bobby's butt 
with the paddle.

"How many swats is that, Bobby?" she asked him.

"Four, Ma'am," he replied.

"Very good, Bobby."

Oh my. For some reason, watching Bobby getting spanked 
was really bringing heat up to my face. And then, as 
Mrs. Brown smacked both sides of his ass in quick 
succession, then repeated the action: smack! smack! I 
found the heat was spreading to other parts of my body 
as well. My pussy was getting wet! I squeezed my thighs 
together and was rewarded with great pleasure.

Mrs. Brown lectured Bobby as she continued to let those 
stinging swats fly. "You won't cum again without a 
woman's permission, will you Bobby?" Smack!!

"N-n-no Ma'am." It seemed Bobby's voice was near 
breaking. My own resolve was trembling as well. Could I 
reach down and rub myself with a hand? Was I allowed to? 
Suppose Mrs. Brown saw me... would she spank me as well?

Smack! Smack! Smack! The paddle rose and fell with 
regularity on Bob's scantily covered behind. For a few 
surreal moments I could hear nothing but the sound of 
the paddle and my own heavy breathing. I squirmed in my 
seat and contracted my muscles, bringing delicious 
tension to my excited pussy.

Just a few more hard swats and Bobby's ordeal was 
mercifully ended. Mrs. Brown put the paddle back in her 
desk and allowed a tearful Bobby to put his pants back 
on, but not before he apologized profusely and promised 
never again to cum without permission.

He came back over to me but did not retake his seat. I 
was mute, looking furtively from Mrs. Brown to Bobby and 
back to Mrs. Brown again. Mrs. Brown gave me a flip look 
of satisfaction. "That, my dear girl," she told me 
matter-of-factly, "is how to punish a wayward young 
lad." For some reason Bobby reached out his hand to me 
and I took it, squeezing gently.

"Are there any questions?" inquired Mrs. Brown. Two 
questions instantly came to my mind. The first was: am I 
going to get spanked? And the second, matching the first 
in intensity, was: when am I going to get Bobby to lick 
me?

Of course I didn't come right out and say those. But 
Mrs. Brown kept looking at me intently. "Come now 
dearie," she persisted, "Surely you must have a question 
or two?"

After a long pause, breath finally fought its way to my 
mouth, to voice my unasked queries. They came tumbling 
out of me, with no reason. "Is Bobby... Can I... we... 
are we allowed?" I tried again, under Mrs. Brown's 
approving stare. "Is Bobby and me... Is Bobby still 
allowed to... to go down on me?"

Mrs. Brown laughed. "Why of course!" she exclaimed to my 
surprise. "Bobby can lick your cunt whenever you desire 
him to. Although..." she grinned, "perhaps you should 
exercise more discretion than he and Sara." (Sara is Ms. 
Castle's name!)

"Well then, then..." I can't believe I was asking this 
of one of my teachers. The previous events had conspired 
to loosen my tongue on these matters. "Can he do it 
now?" I flushed. I hadn't meant to be so direct, to ask 
outright if Bobby could pleasure me here in the 
classroom. It was the straining sensation, the one that 
went all through my body, but started from between my 
legs, that made me be so bold.

Mrs. Brown laughed. She didn't answer, instead looking 
at her watch, and then gathering up her purse and 
jacket. She looked at Bobby. "What a darling girl she 
is," she said to him, as she gestured that the three of 
us should be leaving.

I stood up and went with Bobby and her to the door. 
"First we must go over to Sara's house," Mrs. Brown told 
me. "She's been expecting us. And then, my dear Melanie, 
Bobby will lick all of our cunts."

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story
is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything
in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in
"real life" can look forward to many unproductive
years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in
their local prison system.
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