Chapter 5
Hope woke the next morning with her body and her mind still glowing as a result of the session of the previous evening with the delightful young student and his oversized tool.
As she bathed to remove the perspiration and odors of love from her body, the touch of her own hands became very exciting. Still, there was no time to linger over erotic games with her hands so she hurried through the bath and dressed for classes.
It was at that point that the storm clouds moved into her brain and chased away the sunshine of the long cock and all the joy it had brought not just to her slit, but to all of her.
More than anything, Hope had always wanted to be a school teacher. Around her through childhood, she saw adults unable to read, write or do figures. They were, she sensed, little more than animals.
Even more frightening though, was the thought of all the children of her own age who were growing up in the footsteps of their parents. They too would become serfs, unable to look after themselves, being taken advantage of by those who had education.
As a teacher, she often dreamed, she would bring hope to so many in the form of education. Over her lifetime, she would be responsible for saving thousands of persons. It was a most exciting dream and a most challenging one.
And then had come the appointment to Miss Carter's exclusive school. It should have signalled the achievement of the dream and for the first few days at the school, there had been such excitement for her that she thought indeed the dream goal had been achieved.
Now, the bottom was falling out and she was crashing down from the clouds on which she had rested while enjoying the ultimate in sexual pleasures.
In spite of all her good intentions, the children she was teaching here were the children of the rich. They had every chance in the world and needed no help beyond all the money and influence they would get from their parents.
If I were not here teaching them, she reasoned with regret, someone else would. I really contribute nothing to them because they need nothing from me.
But what of all the hopeless and helpless children she had set out to save? With a tremor of guilt, Hope realized she had turned her back on them to accept the luxury of teaching in a private school where life was enjoyable and the emphasis was on sexual enjoyment rather than education of those who required it.
But it was the thought of that sexual enjoyment that really made her feel ashamed. There could be no denying the fact that she was enjoying it.
What had seemed so thrilling and wonderful last night, turned sour in her and left her feeling like the dirtiest whore who had ever lived.
And then there was no more time for thinking, no time for examination of conscience. That came as a relief, a welcome escape from a painful experience. Still, she reminded herself, it was only a .stay of execution. She would have to come back to her thoughts and they would be no more pleasant then, she sensed with dread. She walked into the room and pulled the door closed behind her.
The students were still standing and remained on their feet until she took her seat beside John Crompton, her teaching guide for the day. It was to be her first day with him and she wondered what it would be like.
As the students sat, he greeted her warmly and enquired as to how she was enjoying life at the school.
"I'm not sure," she answered out of her confusion. "So much of it is thrilling and exciting, but I wonder if a teacher couldn't contribute more than I can here."
"You sound like an old fashioned minister preparing his Sunday sermon," the man said with a teasing smile. "I saw that you took James of the long whang to your room last night and I'm prepared to bet that there were some contributions made."
Hope felt herself blushing and hated herself for being unable to hide her feelings from the man.
"Don't be embarrassed, my dear," he patted her knee. "We all do the same sort of things around here and talk freely about it. I damn near screwed myself to death last night after spanking a lovely collection of sweet, smooth bums. Did Jamie give you a good time?"
"Oh yes," she admitted a little less shyly. "He does have a magnificent specimen."
"Don't I know it. Just a couple of weeks ago, I bent him over and buggered him. While I was doing it, I jerked his meat until he fired. I'll swear he threw a stream a good fifteen feet. I can just imagine how it would feel charging deep inside a woman's twat."
"I'm afraid I don't like buggering."
"It can be fun as a variation. I'm just trying to work up the courage to take him to my room again and have him sink that long pole all the way up my ass."
"I would be terrified at the thought," Hope shuddered.
The class was beginning to show signs of becoming a bit restless, so John commenced the class. Within ten minutes, he called one of the girls to the front of his desk and informed her that he was not satisfied with the manner in which she had recited the poem they were studying.
He instructed her to come around the desk where, with her back toward the students, she was obliged to recite the entire poem.
As she began, nervously, Hope was stunned to see the man slip his hand up the front of her dress. At first, she guessed he was only stroking the thighs of the girl, but after a little while, she saw that he had his finger in the girl's crotch and was diddling her slit.
To that point, she had done well, but suddenly, her concentration began to fall apart. She stumbled over a few lines then, her face red, her voice trembling, she told him she was stuck.
"As I suspected, Jean," he said sternly, "you haven't studied it properly. Go to the chair and prepare for your spanking."
As the girl walked with her head bowed, Hope saw the man hold the finger he had used just below his nose for a moment before putting it in his mouth and licking it.
Looking down, she saw the bulge in the front of his pants and wondered how he would hide it from the class when he stood.
He didn't try. The bulge of his aroused cock obvious to all who looked, he walked over to the chair where the girl stood naked from her waist to the tops of her stockings. She had a lovely body.
Quite calmly, John draped her across his lap so that he would feel the pressure of her body on his bone and began to spank her.
She had sensitive skin which began to color from the very first spank. Despite the fact that he didn't really spank her with great force, she cried loudly and showed more of her body than she should have as she kicked her legs wildly so that Hope enjoyed quick views of a sweet looking little twat.
As the spanking progressed, all thoughts of guilt and reformation fled her mind. There were no thoughts except those which built in her crotch.
The spanking ended and the teacher hurried back to the desk as the girl began her painful walk around the class to display her hot, red ass and the triangle of belly hair she obviously wished she were permitted to hide.
Instantly, John reached down to open the front of his pants and pull out his whacker. It was stiff as a poker and big. What really impressed Hope, in addition to his boldness, was the size of the head of it. It was bigger even than her uncle's had been and glowed a dark red like a beacon.
As he watched the girl walking up and down the aisles, he jerked the tool up and down and Hope expected to see him shoot a stream over the top of the desk.
At which she sensed was the last moment, he released his grip and his whole body went tense. A small drop of white fluid oozed out and trickled down over the red head of the abused meat.
"That was close," he said with a grin as he relaxed again and tucked it back in his pants.
Later in the morning, when a young male fell from grace, Hope took over and administered a sound spanking to his bare ass.
From time to time, Hope noted, John went out of his way to lure one of the students into punishment, but mostly, the man functioned as a very good teacher. He had, Hope was surprised to see, an excellent understanding of literature and was able to share it with the students.
Envying him his ability, Hope wondered how long it would take for her to acquire such a teaching competence. She swore that if she ever did, she would not waste it as he did by trapping students into punishing spankings and playing with himself after.
Just when she was convinced that she could overcome her newly developed lust and become a good teacher, Hope was called on to spank a girl.
No sooner was the luscious ass upturned over her lap than she felt the tingle of arousal and began to spank the lovely cheeks with gusto. Long before she finished the spanking and sent the girl for her walk, Hope realized she was trapped by her own passions.
As she walked back to her seat behind the desk, her thighs rubbed under her gown and she felt heat fanning out from her twat.
John proved to be quite observant. The moment she sat, he slipped his hand into the opening at the waist of her gown, reached down and under her shift and began stroking her cunny.
Her ass wriggled on the chair as he probed inside with one finger until he found the throbbing bud and began to rub it with vigor.
When Hope saw that she was on the verge of coming and that he had no intention of stopping, she hurriedly picked up a book and, opening it, held it in front of her face so that the students would not see her expression.
She came with a rush and felt the hand press the lips of her twat. Clenching her teeth, she just managed to hold back the cry that fought for expression.
The heat of the moment behind her, Hope sat tiredly as John went on with the lesson as if nothing had happened. She was amazed at how quickly and easily he could make the transition to excellent teacher after having been such a lust fiend.
Later, when the children were sent out for their period of fresh air and rest, they stayed behind in the classroom.
"How does your twat feel after that little diddling?" he asked with an open smile.
"It feels fine now, John, but you almost made me scream when I came."
"You should have been here the day I did it to Catherine. Not only did she scream, but she damn near fell off the chair. The students really giggled about that and I thought Catherine would kill me."
"I think she should have. You're a monster, John Crompton. You are without a doubt a fiend."
"Now is that any way to talk to a man who has already diddled you and is about to lick your slit for you?"
"Are you serious?" she asked in a shocked voice. Right here in the class room?"
"Of course I am. Having felt that lovely little quim, I really must taste it. Lean back in your chair with your clothes up."
He spoke with such complete confidence that Hope found herself standing to raise her clothes, then leaning back in the chair with her bare ass on the edge of it.
Kneeling hurriedly between her legs, the man casually pressed his face into her crotch and licked her until she came again.
Hope found the strength to lower her clothes before the students returned to the room, but she still shook her head in amazement. Teaching was nothing at all like she had expected it would be.