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Naughty Games (2/15) [ff, bd, sm, ws, teen]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Naughty Games
by F. M. Hazer
Chapter 2: Transgression
The girls were giggling loudly as Amy drew her caricatures of the
high school basketball players. It was still lunch break before
first afternoon period, Miss Edwards' class, was to start. Amy
and the three other girls were the only ones in the room waiting
for the start of her class. Amy was at the blackboard with her
back to the three other girls while she drew her "artwork." She
drew stick figures with the heads in proportion to their egos.
The giggling turned to outright laughter when Amy started to draw
the heads in elongated shapes in relation to just how big a "dick
head" each player was. The coup de grace was a picture of John
Goldman who was the handsome leader of the basketball team. He
also thought that he was God's gift to women. Amy's picture was a
large upright penis, complete with circumcised head, short legs,
and arms. The girls were roaring with laughter. Amy was just
finishing the beady little eyes on the penis head when the
laughter abruptly stopped. Amy turned around and felt the blood
drain from her head when she saw Miss Edwards standing there
watching. Miss Edwards said in a commanding voice "Erase that!"
Amy quickly erase her masterpiece. Miss Edwards then said "See me
after class."
Amy sat through class contritely with a knot in her stomach. She
knew that she was in big trouble. After class was over, she
waited until all the other students had left and then walked up
and stood in front of Miss Edwards's desk. She kept her eyes
downcast and did not look at Miss Edwards. Miss Edwards said in a
stern voice "So, you're quite and artist!" Amy didn't say
anything. She just stood there with a somber look on her face;
her eyes were on the floor just in front of her feet. Miss
Edwards picked up a piece of paper and said with her
cold-voice-of-doom "I'm going to write a note to your parents
telling them about the dirty pictures that you like to draw. Have
them both sign the note and bring it back to me tomorrow. If you
don't bring the note back tomorrow, signed, then we'll take this
little matter to the principal's office. Do you understand?"
Amy said quietly "Yes Miss Edwards. Except, I don't have any
parents." "Why not?" Miss Edwards asked. "They're both dead" Amy
replied. Miss Edwards was saddened to hear that this beautiful
girl was an orphan. Miss Edwards said in a somewhat softer voice,
"Then have your foster parents sign it." Amy said "I don't have
any foster parents." Miss Edwards replied "Well, you must have a
legal guardian?" Amy said "Yes, my sister." Miss Edwards asked
"How old is your sister?" Amy said "She's ten years older". Miss
Edwards replied "She's TEN years old!!??" Amy said, "No, she's
ten years older; she's 24." "What's her name?" Miss Edwards
asked. "Judy" Amy replied. "All right," Miss Edwards said "then
have Judy sign the note."
Amy finally looked up at Miss Edwards and said "Oh no, please. It
would just kill me for my sister to find out about this." Miss
Edwards replied "I'm sure your sister won't kill you." Amy, now
in a panic, said "No, you don't understand. She thinks I'm a real
good girl. Oh please Miss Edwards, don't tell her. I'll do
anything, PLEASE! Just don't tell her."
The words "I'll do anything" rang through Miss Edwards' head. She
could feel the moisture in her vagina. She had a vision of Amy
turned over her knee while she spanked her naughty bottom. Could
she maneuver Amy into such a situation? Did she dare try? Miss
Edwards knew she was playing with fire. She felt like a moth
being drawn to a flame, a flame named Amy. The flame was enticing
and she knew that if she got too close that she could get burned.
Miss Edwards proceeded cautiously and asked "What would your
sister do if she found out about your dirty pictures?" Amy's eyes
were again downcast and she replied in a barely audible voice
"She'd spank me."
There it was, an open invitation to Miss Edwards desires! Miss
Edwards had difficulty maintaining her composure and controlling
her breathing as she felt her sexual urge rise. The flame was now
irresistible! Miss Edwards plunged ahead and asked "Do you think
that would be an appropriate punishment?" Miss Edwards now saw a
flush on Amy's downturn face as she meekly said "Yes Miss
Edwards."
With controlled breathing, Miss Edwards said "All right then,
report to my office after school at 3:45. Go now." Amy picked up
her books and walked out the door. Miss Edwards' next period was
a free period. Her last class of the day was after that. She felt
like a child the night before Christmas. She could hardly wait
until 3:45. She got up and went to her office. She closed the
door enough so that no one could see her from the classroom but
so that she could hear if anyone came in. She removed her
pantyhose and placed them in her purse. She then sat down at her
desk, pulled up her skirt, and put her right hand down the front
of her panties. She slid a finger into her wet slit and slowly
massaged her clit. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what
it was going to be like to have Amy draped over her knee. She
would, at the very least, spank her over her skirt. She wondered
if she could get away with lifting Amy's skirt and spanking her
on her panty covered bottom. At least then she would be able to
see Amy's buttocks redden during the spanking. She could feel the
heat of the flame as she "flew" nearer. How far could she go
before she got burned she wondered. She knew that what she really
wanted, to spank the beautiful girl on her bare bottom, was out
of the question. She would never get away with that. Still, a
chance to spank Amy, even over her skirt, was irresistible.
Miss Edwards was sitting at her desk in the classroom when Amy
arrived. Miss Edwards said "Well, I see that you're right on
time." She got up, went to the hallway door and locked it. She
then escorted Amy to her office and locked the office door. Miss
Edwards wondered if Amy could tell that her panties were wet.
Miss Edwards said to Amy "Are we agreed that If I give you a
spanking then I won't tell your sister about your dirty artwork?"
Amy's eyes were again downcast and a visible flush was on her
face. She said "Yes Miss Edwards." Miss Edwards placed an armless
chair in the middle of her office, sat down and said "OK, over my
lap." Amy moved to the right of Miss Edwards lap. Just as she was
about to lay over Miss Edwards' lap, Amy reached up under her
skirt with both hands, pulled down her underpants, quickly
stepped out of them, and threw them out of sight behind Miss
Edwards. She then laid down across Miss Edwards' lap, reached
behind her and flipped up her skirt exposing her lovely bare
bottom.
Miss Edwards felt a surge of moisture in her vagina. Her mouth
was dry as she stared at the lovely globes of Amy's backside. She
knew now that the flame would immolate her. She didn't care, she
was too far gone with lust. She raised her hand and brought it
down with a solid smack on Amy's soft white left hemisphere. Amy
let out a squeal. The reddening flesh outlined where her hand
landed. Miss Edwards then smacked Amy's right cheek. She looked
at the two red hand prints and could feel the gushing wetness in
her panties. She then proceeded to spank Amy with alternating
smacks to each cheek. Her deepest sexual desire was at last a
reality. She covered the whole of Amy's bottom trying to remove
all of the white until there was only flaming red left. She
smacked and smacked as her breathing became labored and she could
feel her orgasm growing within. Amy was breathing heavily too.
Miss Edwards marveled that Amy could take such punishment without
screaming or making a real fuss such as trying to squirm off of
her lap.
Miss Edwards was slapping with rapid strokes as her orgasm neared
climax. Amy was now wiggling her bottom in all directions and
kicking her legs around. However, she still did not cry out. Miss
Edwards was wondering if she could climax quitely so that Amy
wouldn't know about her perversion. As Miss Edwards was about to
explode, she noticed as Amy was kicking her legs about, there
were fingers working away rubbing the clit between the girls
legs. Miss Edwards realized that Amy had put her right hand down
between her legs and was masturbating. The sight was too much for
Miss Edwards; her climax exploded in unison with Amy's.
The two girls gasped as their bodies experienced orgasmic spasms
for several seconds. Then, Amy slowly slid off of Miss Edwards
lap and knelt quitely on the floor, breathing heavily. Miss
Edwards stood up from the the chair and looked down at the lovely
girl thinking "My God, what have I done now!" Amy looked up a
Miss Edwards with a warm look in her eyes. Amy then reached up
under Miss Edwards skirt, grab hold of her panties and pulled
them down to her ankles. As Miss Edwards yelled "Amy no!", Amy
gently pushed Miss Edwards back down onto the chair. As Miss
Edwards ankles were "bound" together by her own panties, she
could not maintain her balance and was forced to sit. Amy quickly
pushed Miss Edwards skirt up her legs as far as she could, pried
her legs apart, and placed her face firmly into the black curly
hair between Miss Edwards' legs. Miss Edwards again yelled "Amy!
NO!" and placed her hands on the girls head. Amy's tongue started
to work. Miss Edwards said yet again "Amy, no!". However, Miss
Edwards made no attempt to physically removed Amy's head from
between her legs. As Amy's tongue found Miss Edwards' clit, Miss
Edwards verbal admonishments turned to swoons "Oooooo, Amy no."
Miss Edwards quickly came; and came; and came! It was an Earth
shattering orgasm.
As Miss Edwards orgasm subsided, she began to think more clearly,
with her head now instead of her clit. She was amazed at Amy's
reaction to the spanking. Amy had been excited by the spanking to
the point of orgasm. And, Amy was so excited that she "went down"
on Miss Edwards. Miss Edwards was thrilled by Amy's reaction.
However, allowing a student to perform cunnilingus on her would
certainly not be considered "professional behavior" for a school
teacher. She realized that all was lost. She had flown into the
flame, except the flame was a bonfire and it had consumed her.
She knew that her teaching career was over. She would never again
be able to teach children. She would most likely have to register
as a convicted sex offender, a child molester, wherever she
moved. She might even be sent to prison. It was a heavy price to
pay for a few moments of bliss!
With great sadness, Miss Edwards looked down at the beautiful
girl. Amy was wiping the wet secretions from her flushed face.
Her greatest sorrow was that she would never see, no, she would
never be able to "touch" this lovely girl again, when they found
out. "WHEN they found out" she thought. "Why should anyone find
out?" she wondered. There are only two people in the world who
know what just happened. Certainly Miss Edwards herself would
never say anything. "Could she maneuver Amy into not telling
anyone?" she wondered, "Would it be fair to Amy to do such a
thing?" As Miss Edwards was looking at the lovely girl, kneeling
at her feet, trying to formulate her "battle" plan, Amy looked up
at her with pleading eyes and implored "Oh Miss Edwards, I'm
terribly sorry. Please don't tell anyone about this. Please.
PLEASE!"
Miss Edwards suddenly felt the weight of the world lift from her
shoulders; this was too easy. She said "I won't tell anyone if
you promise not to tell anyone." Amy said with great relief "I
promise I won't tell anyone. Oh thank you, Miss Edwards. Thank
you." Amy jumped up and threw her arms around Miss Edwards' neck
and hugged her. Miss Edwards returned the embrace. They now held
a mutual secret, the initial bonding of what was to follow.
Miss Edwards realized that the hour was getting late and the
janitor would be coming soon to empty the waste baskets. She
stood up, pulled up her wet panties, and stepped behind the chair
to retrieve Amy's panties. She picked up Amy's panties and handed
them to her. She started to say "Here, you'd better put these
ba..." when she suddenly recognized the familiar cold sticky
wetness in Amy's panties. Amy's panties were as wet as her own.
No wonder Amy didn't want her to see them. She was turned on by
the idea of being spanked, before it happened. And, then she
actually "came" when it happened.
Miss Edwards felt like she had just won the lottery. She had
found a one-in-a million jewel, a precious gem; her name was Amy.
She handed Amy her panties and said with great care and
tenderness "You'd better get these out of sight. The janitor will
be here soon." Amy put her panties back on while Miss Edwards
went to the hallway door and unlocked it. She kept the office
door ajar so that she could hear when the janitor would enter the
room. She said to Amy, "I think we need to talk."
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