Hannah was a student teacher I was mentoring for a term. Our relationship had gone beyond the professional very quickly. The very first time was one of the best. It was in the classroom, long after the other staff had gone home. One moment we were standing next to one another, lifting some boxes onto a shelf and the next we were holding tightly to each other, our mouths locked together and my hands roaming over the top of her trousers, squeezing the tight cheeks underneath. It was wrong because it was at work, because work was actually a school and also because the classroom had an entire wall full of windows. It was dark outside. We couldn’t see out; we couldn’t be sure nobody was looking in.
Hannah was kissing me back hard. It was almost a battle between our mouths and tongues. She was shorter than me and thin with it, basically a wisp against my larger frame. I could tell how much she wanted this. My right hand made its way up her back and grabbed the back of her neck, gradually beginning to squeeze as we continued to make out. She pressed her mouth harder still to mine. My hand then took strands of her hair and gave a pull. As her mouth was forced back from mine, she expelled a moan.
My mouth moved down to kiss around her exposed neck. I wanted to leave a mark, a small bite for her to think about, maybe worry a little about covering, as a reminder of what I knew was going to happen between us. Her skin was so soft. Incredibly smooth. It didn’t take much to leave a small bruise from the force of my kiss.
I brought my left hand up to take over, keeping hold of her hair. My right hand now ventured around the front, pulling on the waistband of her black work trousers. The button was still fastened and the elastic was tight. Between her hair being pulled back and her waist being dragged forward she was trapped and she loved it. We locked eyes and I knew I wanted to dominate her. She was surprised with the speed and force with which I let her go and immediately grabbed her hips to spin her around. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into me and got to work unbuttoning and unzipping her trousers. They fell in a heap around her feet. Her legs were beautiful. Almost perfectly smooth and pale, accentuated perfectly by a pair of plain black knickers. I usually liked to get my hand inside and feel the pressure of the waistband as I rub the vulva but not this time. I roughly yanked them down to her ankles, leaving her bare bum exposed.
*Bend over.*
I think she thought I was going to fuck her straight away but I had another idea in mind. The first time I slapped her bottom it was a firm, glancing blow. I wanted to see how much her cheek would wobble and how she would react. Hannah yelped but didn’t turn around. I raised the same hand, stepped back and struck the other cheek. It was firm but there was still a brief, satisfying ripple. Hannah yelped again but also stuck her bottom out a little. It seemed she wanted more. The next few slaps were firm and focussed on just the right cheek. I experimented a little with how firm each of the was, trying to find a smacking sound that was just right. It didn’t take too long and, once I’d found it, I hit her cheek three times in quick succession. When I was done, Hannah moaned. The impact on her skin was easy to see as it turned from light red to crimson right in front of me. I hadn’t even touched her pussy yet but I knew she’d be wet.
I was right.
My hand found a beautifully groomed pussy, a thin landing strip on top of a pair of smooth lips. I rubbed her clit a little but we were both more than ready. I unzipped and placed myself inside her, no condom, and fucked her hard as she remained bent over the table, moaning and quivering. When I was ready, I pulled out and came on the red spot on her right bum cheek. Hannah was a mess. She tried to stand up but her knees shook so she needed me to hold onto her. As I propped her up in my arms, I kissed her once more.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yu9f7c/spanking_my_student_teacher_mf
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