Akiko goes to a new school

Akiko was nervous when she arrived for her first day at school. She was late arriving at her classroom after filling out all the paperwork and the class had already started. She quickly checked her new uniform self consciuosly in the reflection in the glass of the door before knocking. The plaid skirt was shorter than she was used to, exposing a good few inches of her smooth thigh, and the
regulation white blouse was a little too small and so strained against her perky young breasts, emphasising them in a way that made her a little uncomfortable.

She'd just turned 18 and she was still getting used to her newly developed body, and the interest it attracted from boys. She hoped there would be some nice boys here, who would like her. She was pretty with a nice smile, long black hair in ponytails, smooth, clear skin and a slim body.
She knocked and was admitted, entering shyly and looking around.

The class was filled with boys and girls dressed just like her, writing studiously. The teacher was sat at the front, and as she saw him she blushed. He was so handsome, young, strong, she knew she'd be happy here.

However, as the days went by things didn't go as she had hoped. Her new teacher seemed mean, often criticising her work for no reason and threatening her with punishment, frowning at her and telling her off. The other kids were stand offish, often whispering about her and noone seemed to want to be her friend. She heard a couple of them muttering she was 'an outsider' and not one of them yet.
Things came to a head one day when the young teacher, exasperated with her apparent stupidity, told her she had to stay behind after class for detention. The other students smirked and giggled strangely, but she just felt terrible. She tried so hard to please sir, what more could she do?

That evening after school she made her way to the teacher's office and knocked on the door. He let her in and she stood before his desk, wondering what he had in store for her.
"So, Akiko. What are we to do with you? it seems you just don't understand what I tell you. I have to find a way to improve your concentration. You do want to do well here, don't you? To succeed? To please me?"
"Oh yes, sir. I'll do anything you ask!" She replied miserably.
"Good. I have unorthodox methods for improving my pupils' skills, but they always work. You do trust me, don't you?", he said gently, moving around the desk to stand behind her and putting his hands on her shoulders.
"Of course, sir. I'll try whatever you want me to." She shivered, this was the first time he had touched her and his big, strong hands seemed to burn into her flesh. He was so close she could smell his aftershave and feel his breath on her neck.
"Good, good." He breathed. "I think we'll try the old fashioned way first. Please bend over the desk." She though she had misunderstood, but he pushed her over the desk so her face and chest were flat, her behind sticking in the air.

Then, to her amazement, he began to lift her skirt. She gasped and stood up, turning and trying to push the skirt down. He stepped back, looking dissappointed. She couldn't bear that look.
"I though you trusted me, little one. You do want to please me, don't you?"
"Yes, sir. But..." She was confused, but obediently bent over the table again. She had been taught to always obey teachers, and so this must be OK. She felt his hands lifting her skirt up and carefully folding it over her back, exposing her knickers. She felt glad she was wearing the regulation school white panties, but was acutely aware of how little they covered her taut little buttocks, and she reddened.

For a few minutes nothing happened, then she glanced round and saw the teacher holding a short cane. She barely had time to tense her bottom before he brough it down stingingly across them. She cried out in pain, and he hushed her. Then he struck again, and again. She lay her face on the table, confused. What had she done to deserve this? The pain wasn't that great, but it was the humiliation. Then, as she heard his heavy breathing, she realised that he was enjoying this. With that came the realisation that she could please this gorgeous guy, and suddenly she started to feel a heat in her tummy and between her legs. With each stroke she felt more aroused, and groaned in pleasure.

"I don't think you're feeling this enough. It's these damn panties. Take them off!" She was feeling turned on, but this was another step. She had never been naked in front of a man, the closest she'd got was when a boyfriend had felt her breasts behind the bikesheds.He'd tried to put his hand up her skirt but she'd stopped him, wanting it but feeling ashamed. She felt the same way now, but this was different. This was a teacher.

He saw her hesitation and said, "Don't worry my girl. It's all perfectly normal. I do this to all the girls." She hoped this
wasn't true, she wanted this delicious pleasure to be just between them, but she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her knickers and tried to pull them down demurely. Then lay across the table again, this time pulling her skirt up herself, her buttocks now naked. She knew that the lips of her vagina would be just
visible, peering out between her thighs and she hoped he wouldn't be able to tell how excited she was.

The cane stung more now as he brought it down across her buttocks, adding more little red lines to the collection already there and she bit her lip. But this time, after each stroke, he slowly ran the tip of the cane down between her cheeks, over her little anus and down as far as her labia. The contrast between the gentle, tickling sensation, and the pain of the blows was delicious, shocking, wildly arousing. She openly groaned and moaned, writhing on the desk. She knew now that was no ordinary 'punishment', and wondered what was coming next. She realised that it was totally illegal and immoral for a teacher to do this to an 18 year-old girl, but she didn't care and knew she'd do anything he wanted. Unbidden, she breathed, "I am your slave, sir."

At this he stopped, his breathing increased. He moved closer behind her, and she felt something pressing against her ass. Excited, she realised it was his penis, it felt enormous and she was nervous- was he going to stick that into her? She had always been worried because her pussy seemed very small. Would it be big enough?
He bent down and whispered in her ear, "That's good, little slave girl. Do as your master orders and I'll be pleased. Now I want to see you. Take off all your clothes." She turned round and begain to undress, blushing under his hungry gaze. He was so handsome, she wanted to see him naked too, wondering what it would look like. She unbuttoned her blouse, letting her breasts free and taking it off. Then she reached round and unbuttoned her bra, slipping it off and releasing them totally. They were small but perfectly formed, firm and round standing proudly from her chest as only a young teenagers' can. Her small, pink nipples were erect, standing up and seeming twice their normal size.

Finally she undid her skirt, letting it fall and letting him see her sex properly for the first time. She didn't shave, unlike some of her friends, and so had a modest black
bush covering her pubic area. Her belly was completely flat, lots of sport had toned her body, so her pudenda seemed to stand out. He just stared, it was a gorgeous sight. "Now come here and undress me," he commanded hoarsely.

She walked over, glorying in the power her naked body gave her over him, knowing she was in charge here really. She unbuttoned his shirt, stroking his smooth hairless chest, and slipping it off. Then she knelt in front of him and undid his trousers, unzipped his fly and pulled them down. His cock sprang free, every bit as big as it had seemed. It seemed huge to her, a big purple head and thick shaft. She was at the same time shocked and fascinated, and she tentatively stroked it, eliciting a groan from him. Emboldened, she gripped it firmly in both hands and began to rub up and down as she knew men liked.
"Oh, you are a hot little bitch, aren't you?", he groaned. "I think you need to be put in your place."