Hot for Teacher

Hot for Teacher
Chapter 5: The Third Session: A Lack of Discipline

The next week of classes was tantamount to torture for Colgate. She had multiple essays to get done, some of while were nothing more than just an exercise in rote learning. She knew all the material she needed to report on, so writing it was a total bore. Even the days she spent at Minty Fresh were slow and laborious. The people she normally worked with were out on holiday, and she would up being stuck with a dentist who treated her as if she was a total idiot, taking far longer to explain what she was doing and why than it would have done just to get on and do it. Colgate knew the steps involved in performing a cavity repair or a root canal, but no matter how many times she proved it by correctly listing off the steps or answering abstract questions, the dentist never quite seemed to believe her.

So when she got an email from Cheerilee halfway through the week, it was like a glorious ray of sunshine had struck her face. Cheerilee had promised to get back to her with an idea of what she wanted to do, and now here it was. Quickly she read through the email, a smile rising on her cheeks as she did so.

Hi, Colgate. Hope you are well.
I've thought about this coming weekend a lot, and I think I've got something very special planned. Remember when I mentioned discipline as a possible idea? Well, I've got a scenario planned for that. Something that would get me fired if I tried it on that brat, Diamond Tiara. I'm sure you will be up to the task though.

Dress slutty.

Also, you mentioned that you were willing to try anal play if you had warning? If you are still willing, could you make the preparations?

Cheerilee.

So when the weekend came around, Colgate had indeed taken the time to dress up like a true slut. Her old school skirt, which she had kept for god knows what reason was altered and shortened so that it was now little more than a band of fabric barely able to cover her butt even when she was standing straight up. Any attempt to lean forward would cause it ride up over the curve of her ass. Married to that was a shirt that she quickly tied up into a half knot, leaving a large part of her navel exposed while also accentuating the curves of her breasts. More than a little cleavage was visible. Topping it all off was the gum. She had packed a couple of pieces specifically the chew when she got to Cheerilee's.

She was the splitting image of the slut brat schoolgirl, and she had no doubt that Cheerilee would take great pleasure in punishing so obviously a naughty girl.

Likewise, she had spend some of the afternoon in her bathroom, squatting in the bathtub and using a couple of special pieces of equipment and a bottle of antibacterial desensitising solution, she had cleaned out her bowels in accordance with Cheerilee's request. It had taken some time, and much effort, but she was sure that she was as clean as could be physically done. For exactly what Cheerilee had planned, she didn't know, but it was sure to be exciting.

That evening, arriving at Cheerilee's and tactfully covered in a pair of old jeans and a jacket, Colgate rang the bell and waited. A moment later on, Cheerilee opened the door, beaming at her.

"Colgate, welcome, welcome. Do come in. I've been looking forward to this all week." She leaned forward and hugged Colgate tightly, their lips meeting and kissing gently for a few seconds before Cheerilee stepped back and let her inside.

Shutting the door behind her, Colgate yanked off her jacket and pants, revealing her decidely skimpy costume to Cheerilee. Cheerilee drank her up, eyes roaming freely around her curves. Colgate watched her smile.

"Oh, my, yes. That will do nicely," Cheerilee said, clearly approving. "Did you also...?"

Colgate nodded, understanding at once what Cheerilee was asking for. "All clean."

"Very good."

"So, shall we get to it?" Colgate asked. She was ready to get started

"In a few moments. Do make yourself comfortable. I just need to get changed and get into character, as it were." Cheerilee excused herself and walked off into what Colgate saw appeared to be some kind of study or office. There was a desk and a couple of bookshelves, but she couldn't see any more than that.

When after a few seconds, Cheerilee did not return, she sat down and started to look around. The room looked almost exactly the same as it had a scant two weeks before when she hand Cheerilee had eaten each other out on the carpet. Indeed, Colgate fancied that she could just make out small discolouration on the rug that matched precisely where they had lain together, dripping sweat and vaginal secretions. A blink and it was gone though, a mere trick of the light.

A few minutes later, Colgate heard a knock at the door of the study. Odd considering that this was Cheerilee's own house. Slightly muffled, she heard Cheerilee's voice from the other side.

"Alright, I'm ready now. Come on in. Class is now in session."

Grabbing a wad of gum and shoving it into her mouth, Colgate headed over to the door and walked into a principles office.

Min strode into the headmistresses office like she owned the place, not even bothering to knock as she flung the door open and slammed it behind her.

Sitting at her desk, the headmistress, Ms. Cheerilee looked up at her over the rims of half moon glasses, and from the look on her face, she was not impressed with what she saw. Dressed in a very severe looking dark grey suit and with her hair done up in a no nonsense bun, she was every inch the serious headmistress who ruled the school with an iron fist. She motioned for Min to take the empty chair opposite her.

"Please, take a seat, Miss Minuette."

Min didn't move, but instead slowly blew a bubble from the gum she was chewing, letting it build up before popping. Ms. Cheerilee just watched her, face impassive. "So, why am I here, Cheerilee?"

At the mention of her name, Cheerilee shot Min a look that would have caused hell to freeze over. Eyes hard, she pressed her fingers together, saying in a low tone far more dangerous than if she had been shouting, "In this office, in this school, you will refer to me as headmistress or Ms. Cheerilee. Do you understand, Miss Minuette? Now, Take. A. Seat."

Talking her time, Min walked over to the desk and sat down in the seat. Ms. Cheerilee didn't say anything else, but appeared to be looking over a number of papers. Finally she put them down and levelled her gaze at Min.

"Right then. Minuette, do you know why I called you here today?"

Min didn't know, nor did she particularly care. "Nup. Care to enlighten me, teach?"

Ms. Cheerilee pursed her lips, trying to repel the desire to strangle the impudent girl before her. Instead she picked up the papers she had been looking at before and slid them over to Min. "In the last fortnight, you have been reported four times for tardy, three times for abusive language, twice for uniform violations." Ms. Cheerilee paused for a moment and waved a hand at Min's attire. Her uniform was totally unacceptable, with the skirt being at least five inches above where it was meant to be. "And most of all, you were caught in the girls bathroom with alcohol and cigarettes"

Min wasn't impressed. "Yea, maybe, so?"

Ms. Cheerilee took a deep breath. "Don't think that I haven't noticed that the change in your behaviour has coincided with the departure of your parents abroad. I called you here to give you one chance to change your ways and make it up to the school. Go back to how you used to be, and we'll say no more on the matter, but if you won't, then I'll have no choice but to call your parents and let them know exactly what you have been doing."

"Like you would." Min's words were obviously a challenge. She didn't think that she would really go through with such a threat. Ms. Cheerilee was just a lame old woman with an overblown sense of her own importance.

Raising one eyebrow, Ms. Cheerilee picked up a card roller she had on her desk and flipped through it until she came to Min's card. On it were the names and contact numbers of her parents. Ms. Cheerilee picked up a phone from her desk and started dialling the number for her fathers mobile. Slowly, deliberately she pressed each number, not breaking eye contact with Min. "I imagine that your parents will be none to pleased to hear that their daughter has been expelled while they are on holiday."

"You wouldn't," Min breathed, the first crack in her armour appearing. Her parents would kill her if she got expelled, doubly so if they had to cut their holiday short because of it.

In response, Ms. Cheerilee just kept on punching in numbers, and then hovered her finger over the dial button. "Wouldn't I?" Very slowly, her finger fell, inching closer to the button that would end Min's life.

"Wait!" she called out, caving in.

"Mmm?" Ms. Cheerilee hummed, pausing.

"I-I'll do anything. I'll stop being a bad student. Just don't call my parents."

Ms. Cheerilee's face lit up with a smile that Min would have called downright predatory. "Anything you say? I can work with anything. You, Minuette, are suffering from a total lack of discipline. I think it's high time we did something about that. Get up and lean over the desk, Minuette."

Min did what she was told, getting up and leaning forward until her forearms were resting on the desk. Her skirt had ridden up her butt so that her underwear was totally on display.

Ms. Cheerilee got up as well, but as she got up, she picked up a nasty looking yardstick that had been resting beside her desk. Gently she blew a little dust from one end. "It's been so long since I've had a chance to use this beauty. Carved from grey gum, Eucalyptus propinqua, if you are feeling scientific. One of the hardest woods on the planet. There's no chance it will break, if that is what you are wondering."

Ms. Cheerilee walked around behind Min. Min realised what was going to happen a moment before it actually did, and she just had time to tense up before a high pitched whistling noise cut through the air.

'THWACK'

Pain blossomed out from Min's rear as the yardstick slapped her butt.

"Ahh!" she screamed, mouth muffled into her arm. A second stroke joined the first, earning a second yelp from her.

Ms. Cheerilee's face appeared next to her head, smiling with pleasure. "Of course, corporal punishment is technically outlawed, but I'm sure that you won't be telling anyone. Not if you don't want to get sent back to kindergarten."

Min realised just how over a barrel Ms. Cheerilee had her. She bit her lip and shook her head.

Ms. Cheerilee's grin reached Cheshire Cat proportions, threatening to escape the confines of her face altogether. "I'm glad we understand one another. Now if you'll excuse me..." Another two strikes from the yardstick assailed Min's ass, which now felt like it was on fire.

Another half dozen strikes and it was over. Min's butt must have been glowing, it was so hot. Ms. Cheerilee came around the desk and sat down, putting the yardstick back in its place. "There, so much better now. Do you think you've learned your lesson?"

Min nodded dumbly, glad that the lesson was over.

"Great," Ms. Cheerilee said, getting up again. "And now that the discipline is out of the way, it's time for you to convince me not to tell your parents."

Min had no idea what Ms. Cheerilee was talking about. Hadn't she just done that?

Rather than walk around the desk again, Ms. Cheerilee lifted up one of her legs and placed it on the desk, resting her arms on it. Min's eyes widened when she saw that Ms. Cheerilee's pants were actually missing the crotch, and that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Min could see Ms. Cheerilee's cunt, flushed and dripping with secretions half a metre in front of her.

"I'm sure you can put two and two together in this situation, Miss Minuette. You don't want me to tell your parents, so," she paused for a moment and prised her pussy apart, revealing wet pink walls, "convince me."

Min couldn't believe that she was really going to do this, but she rolled over onto her back and slid over the desk until she was between Ms. Cheerilee's legs. Right above her, Ms. Cheerilee's cunt was dripping, small specks of her excitement landing on Min's face.

Timidly, she stuck out her tongue and gave one slow lick, swiping from front to back. Above her, Ms. Cheerilee moaned. "Oh, yes, that's it. You're a naughty little slut aren't you?"

Seeing no other option, Min started flicking her tongue across Ms. Cheerilee's gash, picking up speed and changing her angle of attack. She figured that the sooner she could get the headmistress off, then the sooner she could be done and just forget about things. It wasn't the first time she had eaten pussy; she and her best friend had experimented one night after stealing one of her father's porno movies, but it wasn't something she did regularly.

Above her, Ms. Cheerilee was having a wonderful time. She hadn't gotten to exert control like this in years, and Minuette was doing a decent job of pleasuring her; clearly this wasn't her first time munching on carpet.

Moaning with every lick of her cunt, she looked down at Minuette, the student spread out on her back with her head disappearing between her legs. Ms. Cheerilee wasn't finished with her yet, not by a long shot.

"This uniform is totally unacceptable. I'm going to have to confiscate it," she said, grabbing the collar of Min's shirt with both hands and pulling it apart sharply. Buttons flew off in every direction and the offending shirt was torn into pieces.

Min sat up, shocked at the wanton vandalism. She had liked that shirt. Ms. Cheerilee put a firm hand on her chest, right between her breasts and pushed her back down. "I didn't say you could stop."

It was then that she saw something else. Min's skirt, up so high that it might as well not have been there was framing a curious sight. On Min's panties, a small wet patch was beginning to form and expand quite rapidly. The little bitch was getting aroused by all this.

"My, my, looks like you are enjoying this just a little bit too much, my dear Minuette," Ms. Cheerilee said, leaning over and running one finger down Min's panties, tracing the outline of her cunt on the fabric. She set spot was growing bigger before her eyes and the second she touched Min's covered cunt, her legs snapped shut on a reflex, but Ms. Cheerilee pushed them open again, not taking her eyes off them.

Min tried to say something, but all she succeeded in doing was to moan indistinctly into Ms. Cheerilee's pussy, causing fresh jolts of pleasure for the older headmistress. Before Min could make any other protests, Ms. Cheerilee grabbed Min's panties in one hand and pulled them over to one side, revealing her glistening cunt to sight.

Min tried to sit up again, but this time Ms. Cheerilee was ready for her, and she sat down with enough weight to keep her skilled little pussy licker in place. She rubbed one finger along Min's slit, coating it in wetness before pushing it inside. She felt Min tense up under her, hissing into her own cunt.

Ms. Cheerilee moved her finger a couple of times, getting Min all nice and loose for the next part of the fun. Once she was sure that Min was all slick inside, she leaned over and grabbed her yardstick again. Carefully she picked up a rubber stopper she had made for it years ago and put it over the top of one end, removing all the sharp edges. Now smoothened, she lined up the yardstick with Min's pussy and pushed forwards a little, letting the rubber head probe and prod against her opening.

"You're a dirty little slut aren't you, Minuette?" she asked, more of a hypothetical question than one she actually wanted an answer for. Below her, Min moaned something, but kept on licking away.

"And you know what happens to dirty little sluts? They get fucked!"

With no further preamble, Ms. Cheerilee pushed the yardstick into Min's cunt, sinking the rubber topped end in an inch, two inches, three. She felt Min scream out in surprise and possibly pain.

Giving her only a few seconds to adjust to the stick up her cunt, Ms. Cheerilee started pumping it roughly, quick jerky motions that were in no way interested in the pleasure of the girl she was abusing.

Stunned by the sudden penetration, Min stopped licking Ms. Cheerilee. The feeling of the stick inside her was just too much. It had hurt that first, stretching her walls out like crazy, but now, it was starting to feel...good.

Shame burned on her cheeks as instinctively she spread her legs open a little wider, giving Ms. Cheerilee more room to play around in. A fat squelching noise filled the room in time with every thrust into her body, and Min found herself moaning with every one.

Ms. Cheerilee was not ignorant of what was happening. She could see Min loosening up for her, see her start to match her thrusts with little movements of her hips. Most of all, she saw that Min's pussy was now dripping freely, with her beloved yardstick absolutely coved in juice. Leaning over Min, she lay down on her body and gave Min's clit a lick, trailing down until her tongue met with her yardstick. Ms. Cheerilee sighed in pleasure as she licked up the mixed taste of Min's sweet pussy and the musty taste of the hardwood.

Min bucked and thrashed around on the desk, sending sheets of paper to the four corners of the office as Ms. Cheerilee had her way with her. The combination of Ms. Cheerilee's tongue, and the improvised dildo penetrating deeply into her was all too much for her to take, and moments later, climax wracked her body, her cunt clamping down around the yardstick. Ms. Cheerilee stopped licking and latched her mouth around Min's spasming cunt, lapping up every dribble of cum she could.

Bright light danced behind Min's eyes, and her mouth was locked open in a wordless scream, muffled by Ms. Cheerilee's ass. Pleasure jolted her body, leaving her powerless in her headmistresses' embrace.

Spent, she fell lip to the desk, sweat covering her body. Her pussy was still weakly twitching around the stick, trying feebly to milk it further. Ragged breathing filled the room as Min heaved for air.

Ms. Cheerilee however still seemed fresh as a daisy, and she simply pushed herself off of Min and surveyed her handiwork. The girl was a total wreck, with flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. But Ms. Cheerilee wasn't done just yet. Minuette's mouth and cunt may have been used now, but the girl still had one more perfectly serviceable hole yet to feel her authority.

Leaving Min panting on the desk, Ms. Cheerilee calmly walked over to a locked cupboard on a shelf and opened it, pulling out a velvet lined box she kept for just this occasion. She hadn't had cause to use it in years, but she had no doubt that it would still be up for the task.

Min watched her, partly hoping that maybe this was all over now. Surely she had earned the headmistresses silence by now? What could possibly be left?

Ms. Cheerilee opened the box and beheld its contents. Inside the box, recessed in a purpose cut indentation was a large silicone strap-on, and a bottle of lubricant. Despite having been left in the dark for years, they were both ready for service.

She pulled the strap-on out of its box and ran a hand along its length, tracing the curves and ridges of the fake phallus. She had missed using it. Quickly she undid the harness, removed her pants and attached the implement to her body, tightening the straps until it was securely bound to her body. A small nub build into the base of the dildo slotted between her legs and rested against her clitoris.

Slowly she turned around, the strap-on bobbing around with her steps, rubbing against her clit in the process. Picking up the bottle of lube, she squirted a generous glob onto the silicone and began lathering it up.

Min watched her, eyes widening in shock. Ms. Cheerilee began to advance on her, bottle of lube in hand and purpose in her eyes.

"You would not believe just how much of a pain in my ass you have been there last two weeks, Minuette. It's high time that I return the favour."

Min couldn't take her eyes off the plastic dick. She wasn't even sure if she could fit such a thing into her pussy. She didn't resist as Ms. Cheerilee grabbed her arm and rolled her over so she was back on her stomach. Ms. Cheerilee's hands grabbed her underwear and pulled them down around her ankles. A moment later, the cold freeze of the lube dribbled down her ass, spreading into her crack before being rubbed in by one of Ms. Cheerilee's hands.

Ms. Cheerilee stepped up behind her, grabbing hold of the dildo and lining it up with Min's cunt. She probed forwards once or twice, just testing the resistance. Then, unseen by Min, she angled up a little and shoved forwards, pressing the tip of the strap-on to Min's anus and pulling her hips back.

Min's eyes boggled as she felt Ms. Cheerilee at her backdoor. Her body clamped down, trying to keep the intruder out, but it was too slick and slowly, the bulbous head of the strap-on pushed aside her sphincter and slid inside easily. Her anus stretched out to accommodate the girth, screaming in protest. It stung fiercely, but she couldn't do anything to stop Ms. Cheerilee from driving into her.

Finally, Min felt the strap-on reach its hilt inside her. She was full up like she never had been before; it felt like she hadn't taken a crap in days. And then the reverse started; Ms. Cheerilee started pulling out, leaving only a vacuum behind. When only the tip was left inside her, Min felt it slam back into her, filling her up again.

It hurt, and felt strange, but under the pain, Min could feel a seed of pleasure. Every time Ms. Cheerilee filled her up, the pain got a little less, aided by several new squirts of lube along the way. Another minute later and they were banging away in rapidity, Ms. Cheerilee thrusting away like a man into Min. Min's body was adjusting to the intrusion, and she was starting to enjoy the rough sex, starting to push her hips back to match Ms. Cheerilee's thrusts.

Ms. Cheerilee was in heaven. Minuette was delightfully tight, leading to some spectacular friction. Every thrust made her feel powerful, and more than that, it was bringing her closer to her own orgasm. The insert was working perfectly, and it wouldn't be long before she reached nirvana.

Each thrust was harder than the last, longer, deeper, stronger. She was close now, so very close. just a couple more strokes. Her clit was on fire, tingling with all the stimulation. One more thrust.

Ms. Cheerilee gave one particularly savage thrust forward with her hips, sinking the strap-on as deep as she could. Fireworks exploded in her mind and her knees buckled under the weight of the most intense orgasm she had experience in years. Slowly, she sank down to the ground, lightheaded.

Min was also close to experiencing her own second orgasm when Ms. Cheerilee came. The sudden removal of the dildo from her butt was agonizing, and it left her feeling hollowed out. One of her hands tried vainly to recreate the feeling, sinking a finger into her now vacant ass, but it was no use and nowhere near large enough. Frustrated, she watched as her climax drifted away out of reach.

Angry, she turned on Ms. Cheerilee, who was climbing back into her seat on the other side of the desk. Ms. Cheerilee wasn't impressed by her death glare, and with a look of extreme satisfaction, she picked up the couple of discipline sheets she had shown to Min and tapped them back into a near pile.

"Well then," Ms. Cheerilee said, far more cheerful than the last time she had sat in the chair. "I trust I have made my point with you. Keep misbehaving like you have been, and I'll have no choice but to call you back here for another lesson in discipline. Do I make myself clear?"

There was no question as to the implications contained within her comment. Min figured that she could probably find a way to get in trouble tomorrow if she needed to.

"Good," Ms. Cheerilee said, smiling calmly at her, as if the last half hour hadn't ever happened. "Then run along now, Miss Minuette. Class Dismissed."

Hot, tired and more than a little sore, Colgate fell back down to the top of the desk. There was no question that she was going to feel this session in the morning. Cheerilee had been a little bit rough on her, but Colgate wanted to make her happy, so she was willing to go along with it.

What she didn't expect was for Cheerilee, after ending the session, to dive right back between Colgate's legs and start eating her out again. Unlike the session they had just ended, Cheerilee's movements were slow, languid and graceful. There was no hurry in her measured licks and gentle nips, just a slow passionate consummation of carnal desire.

For another ten minutes solid, Cheerilee worked at her, taking her time and bringing Colgate to climax after climax. It wasn't until Colgate herself told her to stop did Cheerilee draw back from her crotch and clamber over the desk to kiss her, working her tongue there with equal skill.

Only when they both had to separate for breath did they stop the kiss.

"What was that for?" Colgate asked, panting as she recovered her breath.

Cheerilee gave her a genuine smile. "You would have had a rough time back there; I made sure of it. That was just my way of saying thank you. Feel better?"

Colgate did. Already she didn't feel as sore as she had before, no doubt the results of the feel good endorphins released by orgasm.

"Also," Cheerilee said, a little hesitant. "I wanted to make it up to you. I'm not going to be able to come next weekend."

"Why?" Colgate asked.

"It's Canterlot High's annual Nightmare Night celebration next weekend, and I'm organising much of the events that will be going on. I'm not going to be able to spare the time to come and see you, I'm afraid."

Colgate wasn't about to let that stop her. She liked Cheerilee, and she was more than willing to spend time with her that didn't involve fucking like rabbits. "Could I lend a hand?"

Cheerilee gave her a genuine smile of pleasure and leaned over to kiss her again. "I was hoping you would say that. Of course you can help."

Colgate returned the kiss. "See you there then."