Detention [Mf][Male Teacher][Blowjob][Schoolgirl]

I realized I forgot to tag this as reluctant/nc?/blackmail, so just be aware that is also a quality of the story.

Danielle was nervous as she walked down the empty halls to Mr. James’s room. She didn’t know what she was doing, that’s what she was going to say. She was stressed, she didn’t have any time, she would never do it again. She rehearsed it in her head, even said it under her breath a couple of times as she approached his door. The door was open and she sheepishly entered. Her eyes were on the ground but when she felt Mr. James gazed at her, she couldn’t help but look up at him. Their eyes met and for a second they took each other in.

Mr. James was in his 30s, maybe 40s, and always wore a button up shirt and black slacks, held up by a belt, to school. He height was average, but anyone who’s seen him knows he can intimidate people much taller than him. He was also fit and coached the long distance running teams every year, but this wasn’t the main reason he was intimidating. He had sharp green eyes that were practiced in glaring, and his brow was stiff and strong. His stumble made him look like a tough character, but his shaggy black hair revealed his normal self. He was often kind and had a dry humor, but getting on his wrong side meant trouble. That’s why Danille was so scared.

Danielle was on the shorter side, with a small waist and shoulders bridged by an attractive slight inward curve. It was halfway down this curve that her straight golden brown hair stopped at. Her face was slightly small, which made her sky blue eyes look bigger. She wore, as usual, two stud earings along with some mascara. And though many people caught themselves staring at her eyes, there was more than that for her classmates to stare at. Her uniform mostly hid her curves, but her well sized breasts still showed up against her shirt. Her skirt hid her butt, but in gym shorts it was well noticed by school’s the male population.

“Practice is over?” Mr. James asked innocently, although his tone was serious.

“Yes.” Danielle said quietly, her gaze returning to her feet.

“It went well?” He inquired.Danielle looked up only to his feet and nodded. She was shifting her weight from side to side, her nervousness only growing. Why was he teasing her like this? She felt a glimmer of hope that maybe this was just a huge coincidence, but she didn’t let herself get excited. But her hope was tested again with his next question.

“Do you know why I called you here?” He said, heading across the room to Danielle.

“Why?” Danielle said, knowing better than giving herself up. He stepped up to Danielle- then simply passed her. Danielle’s head was still down.

“It has to do with your last assignment.” He said, closing the door.

“I’m- I’m sorry.” She said, her face drained of colour. She could feel Mr. James standing behind her, looking down at her.

“You had two whole weeks.” He said.

“I know, I just,” she turned around and saw him, his glare was serious and he made it clear that she was at his mercy. She looked back down again. “I was running out of time, I was really stressed, I- I didn’t know what I was doing.”

Mr. James put a hand solidly on her shoulder, but Danielle didn’t dare look up. His hand glided across her collarbone, up her neck and grasped the bottom of her chin, pulling her head up to look at him. He scanned her face as Danielle tried to read his eyes. He was mad, she saw, although not very mad, more so determined. He let go of her head and it fell down before Danielle reacted to catch it. He walked away.

“I’ll never do it again.” She said, turning in his direction but not daring to look up at him still.

“I know you won’t.” He replied simply. Danielle shivered a bit, what did that mean?

“Come here, behind my desk.” He said.

When Danielle looked up at him, he was putting away some papers. With slow steps she crossed the room, watching Mr. James’s back the entire time. She went to the back of the desk and grabbed her arm behind her back, waiting for what he would say. He turned around.

“Sit down.” He commanded her.

“On the desk?” She asked.

“Yes, on the desk.” He said sharply.

Danielle sat down nervously; that sudden change in tone couldn’t be good. She instinctively crossed her legs and saw that Mr. James took notice of it, taking a long look at her legs. He looked up her whole body until he was looking her in the eye, and then he stepped forward. He wasn’t scowling or frowning, but the look on his face was dominating, enough so that Danielle subconsciously put her arms behind her so she could lean back on them.

“Plagiarism is serious business,” He took a step forward while still looking Danielle in the eye. “Our protocol is for you to receive a zero and have it put on your permanent record. And it’s not the thing universities like to see.”

“I’m sorry.” Was all Danielle had to offer, at least at the moment. She couldn’t tell what he was getting at, but it seemed like he was going to give her mercy.

“That’s not good enough,” Another step, he was only a couple feet from her. “You will have consequences.”

“I understand.” Danielle replied, already thinking of how to redo the essay.

“I will give you your consequences in a- private manner.” Another step, he was close enough to reach out and touch. “This is so that you will not fail the course, but that means you will do what I say and no one will be told anything about it, for your sake.”

“Thank you.” She replied, although she still felt quite nervous. A wry smile crossed his face, but it was replaced with his stony expression in a second.

“From this point on, you will do exactly as I tell you to completion without hesitation or resistance.” He leaned over Danielle slightly. “Understand?”

Danielle tried to say yes but it caught in her throat. She nodded her head. This was great, she told herself; she wouldn’t get kicked out of the class, but things didn’t seem so cheery. She still felt nervous; her pulse hadn’t dropped. Maybe because he was leaning above her, but the idea of ‘private consequences’ became less appealing by the second.

“From now on, whenever I give you a question, you will reply with ‘Yes, Mr. James; or ‘No, Mr. James’.” He had taken a step back but he was still looking at her with a sense of superiority. “Whenever I give you a command, you will say ‘Yes, Mr. James’ and execute it. Understand?”

“Yes- yes Mr. James.” She stuttered.

It was like the script from an army movie, she thought. He was the drill sergeant and she was the private, and she felt the same sense of smallness she always thought they would feel. This certainly wasn’t like normal class; sure Mr. James was on the stricter side of teachers, but he preached respect between student and teacher, and he certainly didn’t seem inclined to show her much respect here.

Mr. James walked around the desk as Danielle sat frozen, looking forward. She could feel his eyes assessing her, judging her. All of the sudden she felt uncomfortable so she leaned forward again, but that didn’t help. She fidgeted with her hands and her skirt as Mr. James slowly strolled behind her. She felt as though she was the assignment, getting looked over, graded for every part of her. Mr. James finished his walk and stood in front of Danielle again, and his gaze forced hers to his feet. She was relieved when he spoke, but only momentarily.

“Take off your tie.” He said.

“What?” Danielle exclaimed. Had she really heard him correctly?

“Take your tie off.” He insisted.

“O-okay.” She stumbled.

“Yes Mr. James.” He commanded sternly.

“Yes Mr. James.” She echoed shakily.

There must be a reason, some explanation. She undid the knot slowly, embarrassed. It was only a tie but she only took it off when she changed clothes, and that was certainly not in front of a man. I’m sure, she thought, that there is a good reason he is doing this. Maybe what he is going to have me do is unusual, which is why I have to follow his commands on faith. Or maybe he is trying to embarrass me, that is the punishment. She pulled the tie up and over her head, placing it in Mr. James’s outstretched hand. He seemed satisfied and looked to the door before looking at her again.

“Take off your shirt.” He said.

Danielle’s eyes widened in fear. He didn’t really, he wouldn’t, how could he, what is he doing? She couldn’t move, she couldn’t talk, she could barely think. She managed to look at his eyes as if to see him breaking up and the joke being revealed, but his gaze only hardened. Her eyes must have showed her hesitation because Mr. James stepped towards her.

“Yes Mr. James.” He emphasised each syllable.

“Yes Mr. James.”

Her hands moved on their own, finding the buttons to her shirt and undoing them slowly, one by one. Mr. James watched her hands move, making Danielle blush. She was more nervous than she ever had been; undressing in front of a male teacher was not only prohibited, but it was almost sexual. Danielle made sure her shirt stayed closed as she worked on the buttons, but once the last button was undone she knew Mr. James wouldn’t tolerate hesitation. Like an automaton, her hands took her shirt off her shoulders and handed it again to Mr. James. Her hands crossed over her bra, suddenly shivering even though she wasn’t cold.

“Now your skirt.” He said.

“Yes Mr. James.” She said quietly.

Was this a dream? She had a dream like this once, but this was different; this was real. She was nervous, intimidated, she would have woken up by now. She wasn’t looking at Mr. James but she knew he wasn’t worried about modesty in where he looked. Her face was on fire and she could feel the blood pumping in her wrists. Suddenly she was handing her skirt to Mr. James, she could barely remember taking it off. She brought up one knee and covered her panties. He stepped forward so he was again standing over her.

“Now take off your bra.” He said.

Danielle froze.

“Take off your bra.” Mr. James repeated intensely.

“I’ll be naked!” Danielle finally found her voice.

This was insane! He wants to see my breasts, she thought, there’s no other reason. Even now, he stared at her bra with no misconception of his intention. This is why he wanted this to be private, she realised, so this could happen. This is why he scheduled it after practice, it’s why he closed the door. This teacher is getting me to strip so he can see me naked. Her mind froze and so did her body. Mr. James reached forward quickly and grabbed her wrists, forcing her arms away from her bra and putting them behind her. He leaned in until his face was less than a foot from hers.

“Take off your bra.” He insisted.

“Yes Mr. James.” She heard herself say.

He backed off and she put her hands on the clasp. As if in a trance, she undid the clasp and let the straps fall off her shoulders, but still pressed the bra against her tits. She looked up to him for something that would make her feel better, but he looked her dead in the eyes and then stared at her bra. What was she doing? Was she really going to strip in front of this man? Did she really have a choice? Her hands curled around the bra and covered her tits, thus she let the bra fall down, bouncing off her legs and onto the floor. Mr. James stepped forward and grabbed Danielle’s wrists again, and he firmly removed them from her bosom. He stared openly at her tits, making Danielle wish she could disappear. He let go of her hands and she went to cover herself up, but Mr. James simply looked at her and she knew that she couldn’t. She placed her hands awkwardly in her lap.

“Your panties.” He commanded as he stepped back.

“Yes Mr. James.” Danielle said.

She hooked her thumb into her panties like she had always done, and with one hand she lifted herself off the desk enough for the other hand to pull half the panties to her knees, then she repeated with the other side, and finally she took them the rest of the way off. She was still incredibly embarrassed to do this, but she had almost accepted it. She knew he would stare at her shaven slit without a hint of modesty, and she knew he had gotten what he wanted. He stepped up and grabbed her legs but she spread them before his hands could do the work. He licked his lips as he stared at her pussy, but Danielle didn’t notice because her attention was caught by the prominent bulge in Mr. James’s slacks.

“Have you seen one before?” Mr. James asked, noticing her gaze.

“Yes Mr. James.” She responded. If he or anyone would have asked that question an hour ago she would deny it, but lying seemed futile now.

“Do you want to see mine?” He asked.

Danielle was silent.

“I asked you a question, do you want to see it?” Mr. James pressed.

“Yes Mr. James.” She let out.

“Good, because you didn’t have much choice. Kneel in front of me and pull it out.”

“Yes Mr. James.”

She was glad to be off of her pedestal, at least. Mr. James moved past Danielle and now had his back to the desk. She knelt down with her face less than a foot from his pants, and she undid the belt buckle. She didn’t bother taking the whole thing off, instead leaving the ends to the side as she undid the button and the zipper, letting his pants fall to the ground. With only underwear between Danielle and Mr. James’s erection, it’s outline was more prominent. Danielle hesitated a bit but felt Mr. James’s impatience as he looked down at her work, so she pulled the underwear down too. His hard-on popped out and pointed towards her, and it bobbed for a second before settling. Danielle wasn’t the most experienced with dick sizes, but this one seemed overwhelmingly large as she stared at it inches from her face. The smell came over her, a stench that somehow didn’t smell bad, although it didn’t smell good either.

“Suck on it.” He commanded.

“Yes Mr. James.” She didn’t take her eyes off of his erection.

It seemed like there was no point in embarrassment now; all she could do was as he told her. She moved her hand and grabbed the shaft, stroking it a couple of times as if to assess it’s dimensions, and figure out how it would fit in her mouth. Mr. James put a hand at the back of her head and pushed it forward, his dick hitting the corner of her mouth then pushing onto her cheek. The precum that had formed on his tip smeared along her cheek, leaving a shining streak that showed how narrowly Mr. James had missed the target. Still, Danielle knew she had to speed it up so she started kissing his prick along its side. It didn’t taste much different than any other part of flesh, except it was sattier and damp, what Danielle knew to be the result of his perspiration. Her other hand found his balls and clumsily fondled them, successfully buying time as the grip on the back of her head loosened, but he still left his hand in her hair. Soon the grip returned and forced her head to the front of his dick, and she resigned herself.

She kissed the tip of his cock which made Mr. James press her head even harder, but that was unnecessary as Danielle opened her mouth and slowly took half of his length into her mouth of her own volition. Mr. James’ whole body relaxed, and he leaned back against the desk for stability, taking his hand off of her head. This relaxation spurred Danielle to keep going, pulling her mouth back until only the tip was left in her mouth then sucking back half way up his dick. She used her tongue to uncoordinatedly greet Mr. James’s dick as it entered her mouth. It took her a couple of attempts to sync up her tongue with the rest of her movements, but she was able to at last. She continued like this for a while until she received another command.

“Put all my dick in your mouth.” Mr. James said.

“Yes Mr. James.” Danielle replied, having taken her mouth off his member momentarily.

She felt worried about this order because she didn’t know if she could do it. She had already felt like her mouth’s capacity was being pushed with only what she could fit at the moment, and that was maybe two thirds. She pondered this as she regained her breath. But that was only momentary as she saw Mr. James’s hands move from his sides, so she resumed her position at his erection. There was a line of shininess on his cock that showed how far Danielle had gotten, and how far she needed to go. She kissed the tip again and opened her mouth to take it in, and she tried to push as far as she could go. She had gone past her normal when she felt that the dick had hit an invisible wall in her mouth and had bounced off of it. She went back at the tip having realized that it was her gag reflex stopping her, and she went forward again.

It felt to her at least that she had gotten further than last time before her gag reflex stopped her. It might take some time, but maybe she could get all of him in her mouth. But the next time she went forward, it was as if the gag reflex acted in anticipation and she was forced back before she got as far as last time. She tried again to improve her capacity through repetition but to no avail. She was reminded that she was pressed for time when the hands gripped harder, so she decided that she had to beat out her gag reflex if she wanted to swallow his whole cock. So she went until she felt herself gagging, still an inch between her and the end of his erection, and she stayed there, trying to fight her instincts. She could for a second, but when she felt Mr. James’s hand coax her forward her resolve broke and she pulled herself completely off of his dick to breathe. It felt like a ghost of his dick was still in her mouth, irritating her even after it was gone.

She looked up to see Mr. James with a blank, if not lustful, face. She wondered if he was satisfied, had she actually gotten it all without noticing? No, she thought, I didn’t get it all, but maybe it was enough. This thought was cast away as Mr. James stopped leaning on the desk and instead leaned over her menacingly. His other hand found her head and together they gripped her head hard, making sure it was known that Danielle had no more control. In some way Danielle wanted this, because she was no longer being judged.

Mr. James lined up his cockhead with Danielle’s mouth, and she obediently opened it. Her arms fell to her lap and gripped her thighs like the handle of a roller coaster going up it’s first hill. He didn’t ram his dick into her mouth yet, but he pushed it as far as Danielle was able to get it. Mr. James pulled back and started in again, not pushing Danielle’s boundaries yet. She didn’t relax though; she knew Mr. James wasn’t doing this to just get as far as she had gotten. But at the moment he was staying where she could tolerate, although his strokes were getting faster and longer. His hands were no longer just for stabilization, now they pushed her head onto his dick as he thrust deeper into her mouth.

With another stroke the imaginary wall in Danielle’s mouth was broken and she gagged for a second. Mr. James wasn’t intent on lingering there, but within a second he was back, and she gagged again. Another thrust, another gag. Danielle’s mouth was no longer sucking him, and her tongue no longer pleasured his dick, at least intentionally, since her tongue automatically fought against the intruder in her mouth, and inadvertently licked against his frenulum. Another thrust, another gag. Danielle couldn’t take it any more and, acting on instinct, put her hands on Mr. James’s thighs, pushing herself off of him. This didn’t help, because Mr. James’s thighs and arms could overpower her. In fact, it was worse for Danielle, because it made Mr. James increase his efforts.

The next thrust was slower, but it didn’t stop like the others, and soon Danielle found herself almost touching her face to his crotch. Her nose touched his pubic hair when she could feel his dick touch the back of her mouth. Her mouth felt like it was stretching impossibly large, like a brick was somehow fit in it. Even when Mr. James pulled back, she could feel every millimeter of his dick filling her mouth. His thrust came back, as hard as it ever was, and stuck the back of her mouth. Her invisible wall was shattered, and her hands fell off his thighs. It had stunned her more than hurt her, but it did hurt. He would thrust in and hold himself against her mouth, then slowly bring himself almost out, then thrust abruptly into her again.

To Danielle’s surprise, she felt detached. It was like her mouth was only half attached, or half feeling. This is as far as he will get, she thought, and it suddenly didn’t feel that bad. In fact, Danielle regained some of her senses which she lost when she felt like another thrust might cleave off her jaw. She was able to regain control of her tongue and start using it to please Mr. James, and her mouth was able to close around his shaft when she he wasn’t too far in her mouth. She almost didn’t notice it, but she was swaying into his thrusts, although she didn’t know how much was her and how much was him.

“Oh fuck.” Mr. James uttered, and he shoved his dick completely into her mouth.

Danielle could feel his dick spasming and heating up, and not a second passed before she felt the first stream of cum shoot onto the back of her mouth. She could feel where all the drops of it spread by their heat; the impact of his cum hitting her mouth from such close range had created a small spray. She didn’t have much of a choice as to whether to swallow or not as it started making it’s way down her throat. The next stream replaced it, and the next. Danielle did her best to try and suck him, but she was overwhelmed. And he wouldn’t let up, both with his pressure and his seemingly endless stream of cum. Only once he had stopped for over a second did he start to ease up and slowly removed his already deflating dick from her mouth. He sat on the table, catching his breath. She had to catch her breath too, and they did so listening only to the buzzing of lights.

“You’ll come back next week,” he said. “After practice, same as today. Got it?”

“Yes Mr. James.” She said, her breathing becoming normal.

It gave her a flood of relief that it was over, at least for today. It was a whole week until she had to try to please him again. She stood up; she didn’t care about her nudity anymore, he’d seen everything he could. Danielle went towards her clothes, which Mr. James had put on a table, and grabbed her panties. She bent over to put them on, and she could feel Mr. James staring at her pussy she as did. That’s weird, she thought. I don’t care. He was staring at her sexually, it was a fact of life now. She knew he liked what he saw, and she didn’t mind it. Danielle didn’t feel the need to linger though, so she pulled my panties up and grabbed her skirt. Once it was on, she moved to the bra.

“Wait, I’ll keep that.” Mr. James said, his breathing starting to even out.

Danielle simply put it down and moved on to the next one. It wasn’t her favorite bra, and she wasn’t short on bras, so she didn’t care much. She put on my shirt and buttoned it up, feeling the fabric brush her hard nipples. The shirts weren’t sheer, but they were the thinnest thing she’d even gone without a bra in since she had tits. She looked down and her nipples showed, and she suddenly worried about the bus. I’ll just have to calm my nipples, she thought, which won’t be difficult. After putting on her skirt she adorned her tie and started to leave.

“If you tell anyone about this, your secret is out too.” Mr. James warned.

“I know.” Danielle replied, and went towards the door.

She put her hand on the doorknob but hesitated.

“You might want to hide in case anyone sees anything.” She said.

He nodded and hid behind the desk. She felt odd leaving; for the last, she checked the clock, 15 minutes, all she thought about were things inside this room. And she knew it would be the same in one week. She felt this sudden wish that she didn’t have to leave, that the week would pass in a minute. But that wasn’t going to happen, so she left and walked through the now empty halls. She passed the office, and a strange feeling came over her. I should tell them, she thought. And yet, she walked by without a change of pace. In an effort to reduce the hardness of her nipples, she tried to think of what she would say to her parents for arriving late. Practice went long, she would say, coach doubled down for the upcoming game. And coach told me it would be long next week too.

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