I devised this when I was younger, think of the character (which in my mind is obviously me!) as being 17 in it. And I did in reality deeply dislike this teacher – which was problematic because I loved the subject he taught, but I got in trouble a lot in class because I had no respect for him at all. This obviously didn’t happen in reality though!
Anyway…fantasy…
It starts with me being badly behaved in class. Probably talking when I wasn’t meant to, and told to stay behind after everyone else leaves. Which I do, annoyed…there’s no verbal scolding that can make me feel bad with this teacher. I don’t respect him, I hate and despise him. So I’m imagining I’ll just have to sit through a pointless boring lecture about my behaviour, try not to talk back, and then I’ll be free. It’s tedious really.
He calls me up to his desk at the front of the class. And to my surprise, tells me to bend over his lap. I’m so taken aback, it’s unexpected – and I’m usually such a good and well behaved girl at school – that before I can really think about what I’m doing I comply. A bit hesitantly, but unquestioningly and unthinkingly. I don’t quite know why I respond to a direct command in that way, don’t have time to think about it, until I’m there. Ass in the air, his hand on my upper back pinning me, pushing me down. And it’s only once I’m in that position that I realise – this is wrong, and ridiculous. Struggle to stand up again, get out of this predicament. But I can’t, I’m off balance and held there by his hands, unable to get away.
Which is when he lifts my skirt, starts spanking me, through my knickers. I’m shocked into stillness, compliance. By the sudden pain, by the intrusion of having my skirt lifted, my ass on show in a classroom, for this old man, whom I hate, to see. It’s wrong and unjust and unacceptable. I hate it, hate him, but much as I squirm and wriggle, I can’t get away. And he keeps spanking me, the pain keeps coming. I’m humiliated, cheeks red. It hurts. I can’t tell which I dislike more, the pain as his palm hits my ass cheeks, or the humiliation of being treated this way.
But it keeps on happening. And as it continues my resistance gradually subsides. I can’t keep struggling forever, maybe if I just endure it, it’ll be over quicker and I can get away, pretend it never happened. Finally the blows stop…and as soon as they do, I try to push myself up, get away. But that’s clearly not the desired response…I’m held down again, as I struggle, and the spanking begins all over again. This time I’m quicker to give in to it. I’m clearly not going to be allowed to escape so quickly, I may as well let it happen.
The next time there’s a pause I don’t immediately struggle. Just wait there, still and compliant, waiting to see if I’ll be allowed to get up. Only to feel my knickers being pulled down, over my red ass to my knees. Warmth flooding my cheeks at the humiliation of now having nothing covering me. Surprised to feel a finger running along my slit, that it feels good, realising that I’m wet, letting out a gasp because I like the feeling, pushing back towards the fingers that feel so good. Then reminded of reality, plunged into complete shame as he utters a single word: “disgusting”. And the spanking begins again. My mind a confusing fog of pain and arousal…and humiliated shame that I’m exposed like this, and my body wants…wants more of the pleasure it just got a taste of. So confused.
And still confused, too overwhelmed and confused to move, when the spanking stops for a third time. And I feel his fingers return to my slit. Running up and down, slowly circling my clit. The pleasure between my legs and the abject humiliation and shame at how good it feels, how the hands of someone I despise so much are turning me on – meaning I can’t possibly bring myself to move, get away, leave the classroom.
Reduced from a disobedient petulant pupil, to a compliant dripping mess. Disgusted with myself that this has happened to me, but I can’t stop it now…I can’t help myself anymore…I’m helpless and weak and completely within his control. Like a switch has flipped in my mind – from defiant to simply desperate. The hatred of this person still there…but tempered or overruled by a need to be good for someone who’s subdued me quite so much. Proven that I’m not the rebellious strong willed woman I think I am, but just a pathetic helpless little girl. Completely at the mercy of my own body, the pleasure in my pussy. At the whim of this man I hate, wether I like it or not, because I’m just a desperate disgusting slut.
And then I’m not allowed to just pretend it’s being done to me, against my will, anymore. As he begins speaking…making me complicit in my own descent into degrading shame.
“This feels good doesn’t it? Doesn’t it?” a sharp slap to one of my cheeks reinforcing the expectation of an answer. Me stammering out a hesitant “Yes”.
“And you’re not going to talk back to me in class again, are you” my answer – “no, no I won’t.” Knowing it’s true, I won’t be able to now.
“Do you know why you’re going to behave from now on?” Not sure of the right response to this question, a hesitant “uhmmm” as I try to think what I ought to say.
“Too stupid to even know why. I’m going to explain it to you so that you know. You need to really know exactly what you are. I need to be sure you know your place, know why you should do as your told. So you’re going to repeat after me…the reasons why you need to obey me:
“I am the teacher – you are the pupil”
Stammering my repeat “y…you…you are the teacher, I am the pupil”
“I am powerful and you are weak”
Repeating again, “you are powerful, I am weak”
This call and response continuing on, forced to say ever more humiliating things…not just listen to them and agree, but reaffirm then for myself…
“I am strong and you are pathetic” – my repetition – “You are strong and I am…am pathetic”
“I am always right & smart, you are wrong and stupid” – my response – “You are smart & right, I am wrong and stupid”
“I am in control and you are helpless” – I reply – “you are in control, I am helpless”
“I am socially acceptable and you are disgusting” – I state – “you are acceptable, I am disgusting”
And as I say these things…slipping into a state where I feel those things to be true. That I am pathetic, weak, stupid. That I should be obedient to whoever is better than me, even if I think I hate them…that I’m just a worthless slut…I need to be subservient to my betters. The repetition, the saying of those things reducing me in my own mind to a place where I believe then to be valid and accurate. All the time, his fingers circling my clit. It feels so good to admit what a disgusting helpless slut I am. I can’t help what I am…just a mindless mess…giving in to it. The stimulation at the hands of someone I despise, and the relentless repetition of my own debasement turning me on more and more. Dropping deeper and deeper into his control.
Every acquiescence to his superiority and my worthlessness bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. Still disgusted that it’s happening, ashamed. But unable to stop it. And it’s that knowledge…that I’ve let this happen to myself, that I really am a weak helpless slut…the complete internalisation of that truth, that finally pushes me over the edge. Orgasming on the fingers of a teacher I hate, who’s reduced me to a pathetic disgusting pleasure obsessed whore…
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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x9vtlh/spanked_by_my_teacher_mf_f17_humiliation
That’s quite the story! Well written!