Take them off then. You can't sit around in wet clothes. Lucy trembled violently. Brutal fuck she already felt naked and vulnerable without her skirt or blouse. Surely he didn't expect her to take her bra and panties off as well. He raised his head and brutal fucks porn stared at her with an air of expectation. I don't need to take them off sir. I'm sure they'll dry all right while I'm wearing them. Of course they won't Lucy. Please stop behaving like a silly child and take them off. Lucy set her mouth obstinately and pulled the scrap of towel more tightly round her shivering frame. She had no intention of stripping naked in front of anybody and she was ready to argue the point. Her teacher crossed the room purposefully and for a moment Lucy panicked as she thought that he intended to strip her himself. She clutched the towel more tightly and backed away but her teacher went straight to his desk and picked up the cane. Lucy's eye's opened wide in horrified amazement as he gripped the end of the cane and flexed it experimentally. It took several seconds for the young girl to appreciate the real enormity of her situation. Her teacher obviously intended to threaten her with a beating unless she took everything off. He surely couldn't be serious.
| The anxious youngster decided to call his bluff. He could say what he liked but she was not going to take her bra and pants off. She wished that she had gone home to get dry instead of meekly doing as he had ordered, but it was too late now. She stood in silent defiance and waited for him to back down. Her teacher was equally brutal fucks pictures silent. His face was grim and his lips set tightly as he silently raised the cane. Lucy still did not believe that he would really strike her until she heard the whistle of the thin cane and felt the stinging lash as it smacked her bare thigh. She screamed in pain and surprise but the cane was already lashing out at her other leg. | The blow landed and she squealed again. A thin brutal fuck red stripe appeared on the fleshy top of each leg and she desperately hopped backwards to avoid the next blow. You can't do this. It's not allowed, I'll report you to the authorities. She heard the swish of the cane before it landed. This time on both legs, just below her buttocks and this time the burning pain brought tears to her eyes. She wondered if her teacher had used his cane on Trish. She'd had plenty of detentions but she'd never mentioned being caned. |
| Now that Lucy thought about it, she realised that Trish had never really discussed her detentions at all. Was this the reason for her secrecy? Had Mr Clarke done the same things to her? You're in no position to tell me what I can do Lucy, and it will be your word against mine if you report it. The marks will have faded before you get home. Now get those wet things off before I give you a real caning. The tearful youngster was too frightened to reply. She was sure that if she said anything at all, he would hit her again. | Hot salt tears streamed down her cheeks as she turned her back on her teacher and removed her bra. She dropped it to the floor and struggled to peel off her wet panties with one hand while she clutched the towel around her with the other. Her teacher picked up the flimsy garments in silence and sat down at his desk. To Lucy's surprise, he ignored her as studied the flimsy damp scraps of material in his hand. She waited silently, expecting him to hang her underwear with the rest of her clothes but he appeared to be absorbed in his thoughts. It was as if he had forgotten she was in the room. Too embarrassed to speak, she coughed nervously and hoped brutal fuck he would notice her. |
He looked up and stared at her as if he was surprised to find a near naked girl in the room. Yes? What is it? She pointed brutal fuck to her underwear. My things - aren't you going to hang them up to dry sir? He looked down at his hand. Ah yes, Sit down then Lucy. He indicated an old armchair opposite his desk and, still struggling to preserve her modesty, Lucy sank into it. The sagging springs gave no support to her weight and she slumped into an almost horizontal position that allowed her teacher to see to the top of her legs and beyond. She hastily crossed her legs and frowned in bewilderment. He'd said that he wasn't interested in her body but his gaze was focused intently between her bare thighs. She noticed that he was still holding her panties and bra, turning them in his hand and manipulating them between his fingers. Her legs still smarted but the pain was fading and a warm pulse was spreading through her thighs. The bizarre situation was more frightening and confusing because it was so unexpected. She had always liked her brutal fuck English teacher - in fact, like most of the girls in her year, she'd fantasised about him. Her fantasies had never included pain and humiliation brutal fucks movies. They had mostly been romantic situations based on what she'd read in magazines.
This was real and she was no longer sure that she even liked her teacher. She had always been a good student and had thought that Mr Clarke liked her, but now everything seemed to have turned upside down. He'd beaten her and forced her to undress. Now she was alone and naked in the man's room and he was in complete control of her fate. She chided herself for letting her imagination get the better of her. So he'd hit her. Plenty of pupils got caned didn't they? Not many of them sat in their teacher's study without their clothes on though. To be fair, it wasn't his fault that she'd got wet. Maybe he really was thinking of her welfare when he insisted that she strip totally. Of course there was brutal fucks video no more to it than that. He was her teacher and, even if he was quite good looking, he was almost old enough to be her father. As if he would be interested in a seventeen year old girl who had next to no experience of boys let alone men. She fretted nervously as her teacher continued to stare silently at her semi-naked legs. It was becoming more difficult to convince herself that he had no interest in brutal fuck her body. He shifted his gaze to where the inadequate towel barely covered her firm breasts and cleared his throat. I'm sorry if I hurt you Lucy, but you must see that I brutal fuck can't allow a student to defy me. Yes sir, she said sullenly. I don't expect you like me much at the moment but I'm as upset as you about it. Lucy doubted that but decided to say nothing.
| Her thighs were still throbbing with what? It wasn't pain now. It was a pulsing warm glow that made her think about Gary for some reason. If you're wondering why I kept you behind Lucy, it's brutal fuck because your work has been slipping, and I want to know why. There's no reason Sir. I didn't realise that I was behind. The teacher got up and paced slowly around her chair. Is something worrying you? | Boy trouble perhaps? I haven't got time to think about boys. My step-father says there's plenty of time for that after my exams. And what do you say? I suppose he's right. My school work should come first. That's true but all work and no play sounds unhealthy to me. |
You're seventeen now aren't you? Yes sir. Most girls of your age think about boys and sex all the time and I doubt whether you're any different especially if you haven't got a boyfriend. No wonder your work is slipping. I don't think about it at all, she lied and hoped that he couldn't see her flush as she said it. What? When there's a brutal fuck dozen boys from St Marks hanging about by the school gates every afternoon. Are you expecting me to believe that you can walk past those boys and not even think about sex for a moment? It's embarrassing walking past them sir. They call out after us and say the most obscene things. He smiled understandingly, I know, I have to chase them away most days. A few of them are quite persistent like dogs waiting for a bitch in heat. Lucy blushed to roots of her blond hair this time. Despite the crudity of her teacher's words, she knew exactly what a bitch in heat felt like. The boys remarks were crude and obscene and she always pretended to ignore them but she couldn't ignore the thrill of excitement that their words ignited in her. She'd seen her teacher talking to the boys, Gary among them, and threatening to see their headmaster if they came back. His threats never stopped the hard core of dedicated studs ones - like Gary. It's quite natural to think about sex at your age you know. You're an attractive girl Lucy - haven't you ever been out with a boy?
Lucy blushed at the direct question and fidgeted uneasily under her teacher's gaze. He was definitely staring at her breasts, and she was very conscious that her nipples were still hard from the cold rain. She was sure that he could see them jut out through the towel. Why was he so interested in her sex life, or lack of it, anyway? It was true, she certainly did think about boys a lot, and her lack of practical experience didn't stop her from thinking and wondering about sex - especially after her date with Gary. She wasn't about to admit that to her teacher though. I'm not really interested in boys sir. The teacher continued to circle her chair and Lucy was forced to swivel back and forth to keep him in sight. The movement of her body made it difficult to keep the towel in position and it constantly slipped, exposing brutal fuck teasing glimpses of her naked torso. He shook his head in brutal fuck disbelief, Don't you like boys Lucy? Of course I do. I mean yes Sir. At least I suppose I do, but they don't seem to like me much. Why not? You've got a bright personality and you're certainly pretty enough. Lucy flushed self consciously.
| She wasn't used to personal compliments from older men, especially teachers, and she wasn't sure what she should say. She decided to ignore the compliment. I suppose they prefer girls who let them. You know The teacher stopped pacing and stood directly in front of the confused youngster. Let them what brutal fuck? What are you talking about girl? Kissing and touching and things like that Sir. Your English is certainly slipping if you can't explain better than that girl. What do you mean by things like that? | Lucy blushed with embarrassment. How could she explain the clumsy fumbling of vulgar schoolboys when she barely understood it herself? The whole subject was embarrassing and why would her teacher want to know anyway. He wasn't interested in her problems. He'd just hit her hadn't he? |