Chapter 6
When Alan left the school building he looked around for Carrie and saw that she was already on her way without him.
"Hey, wait up!" Alan called out, running after the girl.
Carrie stopped and looked down, modestly. When Alan caught up with her, he said, "I said that I would walk you home, Carrie."
"I know, but you had such a big day today that I didn't know if you still wanted to see me." There was no malice at all in Carrie's voice, just the sweet modesty of one who doesn't yet know how beautiful she is.
"I said that I did," Alan demanded as he grabbed the girl's books away and carried them along with his own.
Carrie smiled and walked alongside Alan as they disappeared into the woods. Finally the black-haired girl broke the silence as she said, "She is very beautiful!"
"Who is?" Alan asked.
"Janet. Janet is a beautiful girl."
"Yes," Alan said. After a pause when Carrie looked away so that the boy would not see the moisture in her eyes, he added, "But you are also very beautiful."
"I am?" she said, quickly. Then she blushed and looked away. "Forgive me for asking that."
"The answer is yes."
"Thank you," Carrie said. "I have found you very handsome."
"Thank you," Alan replied.
"But I know that if you do anything with any other girl or if you go out with any other girl that I have no rights to say anything," Carrie added very quickly, without even stopping for a breath.
"What?"
"I cannot go out with you. My father does not allow me on dates. I know that I cannot be your girlfriend if I do not go out with you. So I must expect that you will go out with other girls."
Alan took Carrie's hand. She felt the electricity that was coursing through her fingers as the boy touched her.
"You are so lovely, Carrie," Alan said softly.
"We have already been through my beauty and your handsome looks. But that does not change the fact that I cannot be your girlfriend because I cannot go out with you!"
"But if I like you better than any of the other girls, doesn't that count for something?" Alan asked softly.
"Do you?" Carrie asked.
Alan nodded and their lips met almost as if they had been drawn together with a magnet.
"Let me speak," Carrie said.
"Okay," Alan laughed. "Speak!"
"Do not interrupt and do not laugh. You will remember that yesterday I told you that I would decide on something tomorrow? Well, today is the tomorrow that I was planning for yesterday."
"I was wondering...."
"Do not interrupt!" the girl said sharply.
Alan nodded and watched her intense black eyes as she gazed at him and said, "I have had to think about this for a long time. It has meant a great deal to-me to be a good girl. I do not wish to be like the other girls and to be sexually promiscuous.
"And yet to you I must admit the fact that I have felt sexual fires burning inside of my body and I have not been able to tame them. But when I stop now and look at the cause of these sexual fires I can see that you are there!"
"Me?" Alan said, raising his voice.
"You are the reason for the sexual flame inside of me and so I see no reason to refuse you. I want you to take my cherry," the black-haired girl said softly. And that was the first time that she dropped her gaze from Alan's gaze and looked down at the ground.
"Carrie!" he said softly, lifting her head up in his hand and looking into her eyes.
"Please fuck me! I want you to do it to me!" Carrie said with all of the refinement and breeding of her aristocratic Cuban background.
"You're a virgin," Alan said. "Are you sure that you know what you're doing?"
A smile raced across her face as she nodded her head and blushed. "I want you, Alan. I even want you more than I want my virginity!"
Alan pressed the girl against a tree. She could feel his powerful body crushing down the curves of her body and she could feel the growing lump in the front of his pants.
That morning the boy had been a virgin and this was the second cherry that he was being invited to bust in one day's time!
As Alan's fingers worked busily at the girl's skirt, her fingers began to trace the outline of the hardening cock that was stuffed so tightly into his pants.
The girl unzipped the boy's pants and he grasped at her fingers as he whispered, "Carrie, don't change your mind! I mean, if you're gonna change your mind do it now! Once I have my cock out I won't be able to just shrug my shoulders and walk away!"
Without hesitation the beautiful black-haired girl said, "I won't change my mind. I want you to have my cherry."
Even though the two of them were speaking in whispers, there was someone nearby who could hear every word that they were saying. When there was a movement in the bushes nearby, Carrie and Alan thought that it was some chipmunk and paid no attention at all.
Their lips met in another kiss. At the moment that was the only thing that mattered to the two of them.
At the school building, Miss Borden was pacing back and forth in her office. There was a knock on her door and when she opened it she saw that Steve was there.
"It's about time!" she snarled.
"My last class ran a little bit late," the boy said, shuffling his feet back and forth.
Once the woman had ushered him into the room and had shut the door behind him, she said, "Bull! You were just scared to come here!"
He turned to her but he could not deny her charge. There was too much truth in what she said.
Before the boy had a chance to say anything, the woman snarled, "Take your clothes off. I want you naked!"
Steve began to unbutton his shirt, but then he said, "How long will this keep going on?"
"What?"
"It's true that you could have me expelled because of that nude picture you have of me. But how long are you going to keep forcing me to be your sex slave?" Steve asked in a calm and low voice.
"That's none of your fuckin' business!" the woman sneered at him.
"B-but...."
"I want you naked!" she commanded, stamping her foot.
The boy peeled out of all of his clothes without any of the modesty that had troubled him the last time he had been with this woman. She already knew what his naked body looked like and she already knew what his throbbing hard-on looked like.
When all of these things were exposed, she ran her long fingers around his firm cock. The boy cleared his throat and then said, "I just want to know how come you're so down on sex in class!"
"How dare you?"
"I mean, you always tell us that sex is dirty and disgusting. And yet you seem to enjoy sex!" Steve said.
"Keep your mouth shut with that filthy talk!" the woman said, taking one step in the direction of the boy.
"But it's not filthy talk! It's wonderful!" Steve announced, stepping backwards. "Sex can be wonderful!"
"That dirty mind of yours needs to be taught a real lesson!" the woman said as she grabbed her leather strap out of the desk drawer.
She raised it into the air and described an arc with it that was pointing directly at the boy's nipples. But he reached up and grabbed the leather strap from the woman, feeling a red stripe being imprinted against his arm as he did so.
Miss Borden tugged on the leather and tried to pull it from the boy as she said, "Are you defying me?"
He let go of his end of the strap as he lamely tried to explain, "I couldn't help it. It was just a natural reaction. I just naturally wanted to protect myself!"
"I will teach you what we do with natural reactions!" the woman announced in a vicious tone. "Get on top of the desk!"
"On top of the desk?" the boy asked weakly.
"Get on your back!"
He climbed up on the desk and before he got onto his back he said, "Is this really necessary, Miss Borden?"
"I want you to follow all of my orders without any hesitation! If you do not do that, I will see to it that you are expelled from the school! Is that clear?"
The boy didn't say a word as he got onto the desk and sprawled out on his back.
Once again, the vicious teacher produced some rope. She bound each of the boy's arms to a different leg of the oak desk. Then she wrapped the rope around his thighs and bound him to the desk top with those limbs as well.
Steve looked down at his thick cock that was lying across his belly and he felt a nervous twitch in his stomach muscles as he realized how very defenseless he was.
The entire front of his naked body was exposed and open to the woman's attacks and he just had to wait to see what she was going to do to him.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Steve asked, terrified.
"First I am going to teach you that you must always obey your teacher without any questions or hesitations!" Miss Borden said in a calm voice.
"And then?" Steve asked, swallowing hard.
"Then we are both going to have some fun! I'm going to ride your cock!" the woman announced.
"R-ride it?" the boy said, a little bit confused.
"You will understand everything when the time comes!"
Steve's eyes widened as he watched the whip reach up for the sky. He tensed the muscles in all of his limbs in a futile last attempt to break free of the bonds that were holding him to the desk.
Then he watched as the stinging leather of the whip journeyed down toward his body. It seemed to be moving in slow motion and as the boy saw the whip come closer to his chest he tensed the muscles as tight as he could.
The viciously hot whip sliced right across the boy's left nipple. It left a cut right through the middle of the tender bit of pink flesh.
Steve gnashed his teeth together and then he saw as the whip immediately rose back up into the sky and then came down in the direction of his other nipple.
The whip sliced cleanly through his right tit and then the boy was in agony. He inhaled sharply through his clenched teeth and he was working very hard to try not to cry out in pain. He didn't want to give the evil woman the satisfaction of hearing him.
She was an expert with the whip. She aimed it at the boy's belly and sliced right down across the little bit of dark hair that formed a line to his belly button.
And then Steve winced with terror as he felt the whip lash right across his patch of dark pubic hair.
"No! Don't!" he cried out.
"Don't do what?" she asked, coyly.
"D-don't hurt me!"
But then the whip lashed right across the side of the boy's rock-hard cock and even grazed his balls. It was a stinging sensation that continued to course up and down his spine in the same way that a ringing will continue in the ears.
Steve gasped out. He wasn't even aware of the knock on the door of the room.
As Miss Borden called out, "Who is it?" She was peeling her panties down her long and shapely legs.
"It's Heather, Miss Borden, and it's real important that I talk to you!" the voice from the other side of the door called out.
The tall and elegant teacher stuffed her panties into the mouth of the curly haired boy who was bound to the top of her desk. Then she smoothed out her skirt and went to the door, satisfied that her victim could not escape and could not call out for help.
Miss Borden slithered out of the door with a nasty expression on her face as she said, "Heather, you shouldn't be on the school grounds! Why have you disturbed me?"
In her sweetest voice the redheaded girl cooed, "I'm so sorry to disturb you, Miss Borden. But there's something terrible going on that I thought you should know about!"
"And what is that?"
Heather looked away as if she were terribly embarrassed and then she said, "There are two kids on the property behind the school and they're having sex!"
"Having sex?"
The young redheaded girl nodded and said, "I was so shocked that I didn't know what to do. But then I decided to see if you were still here. I feel certain that you would know how to handle that horrible situation!"
"Thank you, Heather," the woman said, not realizing that the young girl was a terrible faker who just wanted to get revenge against Alan, the boy who had refused to fuck her. "You did the right thing in coming to me!"
Miss Borden turned back toward her door. She knew that she had left Steve there, tied up naked to the top of her desk and she wanted to say something to him. But Heather pulled on the woman's arm and said, "We have to go quickly or they might be done!"
"Yes," the woman agreed and she followed the redheaded girl out of the school and toward the woods.
Alan was naked on top of Carrie. The dark-haired girl was squirming on the ground and she could feel some of the moisture of Alan's cock head oozing out and making her soft pink flesh slick and smooth.
Reaching down she squeezed his balls so that she could feel the fullness of gism that was down there.
"Is this what is called the foreplay?" the Cuban girl asked softly.
"This is what is called the foreplay!" Alan said with a laugh.
She reached her hands around the boy's body and she pressed him tightly against her body as she said, "I think that I like this part best of all!"
How do you know, silly?" Alan said, kissing Carrie on her turned up nose. "We haven't gotten to the other part yet!"
"I like cuddling and being close to you! I think that is what my dream has been about!" the girl said softly.
Alan reached around Carrie's body and squeezed her as hard as he could.
"Is it time now?" she asked softly.
"It is time for me to put it in you!" he replied.
"Oh, yes! I want to feel it inside me!" the girl moaned.
Alan pressed his thick cock head against the clinging lips of the girl's pussy and then he pushed forward.
But just at that point there was a familiar voice from the bushes that called out, "Stop right there!"
Alan froze. He looked down into Carrie's eyes and saw that her eyes had grown wider as she was looking up into his face. Alan turned around and saw that Miss Borden was standing directly over them.
"You will both get dressed immediately!" the woman commanded.
As Alan slid off of Carrie's body, he put his hands in front of his body to try to hide the thickness of his cock. But even both of his hands were not enough to actually hide the cock from view.
Miss Borden licked her lips in anticipation as she watched the boy turn his back to her so that he could pull up his underpants. She knew that she was going to get those underpants back down again very soon. And she also knew that his tight white ass was not going to be so white when she was through with the boy.
She was shocked to see the beautiful Cuban girl naked on the ground. Carrie was luscious and well-rounded, but as Miss Borden snarled, "I always expected that you were a good girl, Carrie!"
"I am a good girl!" she said quickly. "I mean, I was a good girl! I never did this with any boy before this!"
"Then why were you doing this now, Carrie?" the teacher asked in a methodical voice that sounded as if she were quizzing a class.
Carrie was still naked as she said, "I did this because I care for Alan. Because I know that Alan is a good person and I want, him to have my body!"
Miss Borden nodded her head slowly as she said, "Just as I suspected. You did this because this boy seduced you!"
"No!" Carrie called out.
"Get your clothes on and get home!" the woman commanded. "This boy will come with me where I can punish him properly!"
She looked up at Alan where he was standing in just his white underpants. She could see the outline of his hard cock in the white shorts.
Then, Heather stepped out from the shrubs behind the woman and said, "Is that all, Miss Borden?"
"Yes, thank you Heather!" the woman said. "You deserve a great deal of credit for having been good and moral and for having reported this terrible thing that was going on!"
The redheaded girl looked over toward Alan and winked. He remembered the fact that he had refused to have sex with her on the previous day and he realized that this was the trampy girl's way of having revenge on him.
In a sweet voice, the girl said, "I'm always glad to be of help, Miss Borden!"
Alan was stunned. He knew that Heather was a girl who would fuck the entire school. But she was going off through the wooded area while he and Carrie would face punishment for their one attempt at a romantic fuck.
Carrie was almost completely dressed as she said, "Miss Borden, we didn't even do it yet. I mean, I am still a virgin!"
"Good!" the teacher announced. Then she turned and looked at Alan who was pulling his pants up his legs and she said; "I will see to it that this boy learns his lesson and makes no more attempts to take your cherry."
Carrie sighed. She had gone through so much personal confusion before she decided that she would let the boy fuck her. Now she was to be denied the fucking that she desired.
When Miss Borden opened the door to her office and shoved Alan inside, the boy was. stunned at the sight in front of him.
There was Steve, Alan's best friend, tied up naked on top of the woman's desk, and her panties were stuffed in Steve's mouth so that the boy couldn't say anything.
Alan turned to Miss Borden and began to say, "Wh-what?"
"You don't have the right to ask any questions! You just have the right to be punished!" Miss Borden said sharply.
The boy looked at his bound friend and noticed the red lines that were across Steve's body. He wondered if this would be his fate as well.
Miss Borden hissed, "I want you stripped naked, boy. Just like your friend!" Then she laughed.
Alan paused and said, "But how can you do such a thing?"
"You are not to ask me questions! Steve was foolish enough to ask me questions and he has been properly punished for that!"
"I will not take my clothes off!" Alan said, crossing his arms and setting his jaw at a determined angle as he faced the woman.
"How dare you defy me?"
"In fact, I will report you to the principal for asking me to undress and for having Steve here naked and tied up and whipped!"
"And what do you think that the principal will say to you?" she asked. "Do you think that he might say that you're crazy?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why should he believe you?" she said slowly.
"Well, uh...." Alan began cautiously.
"On the other hand I have the word of Heather. She came to my office and brought me to the spot where you and Carrie were naked on the school property and about to fuck together. I could have you expelled from school for that."
"Just try it!" Alan said with a determined expression.
It was a game of bluffing and Miss Borden knew that she had one more ace up her sleeve. "If I punish you now, then I shall just punish you. But if I report the incident and have you expelled I will also see to it that Carrie gets expelled at the same time."
"Carrie?"
"She was the one that you were fucking with!" the woman said calmly.
Alan gave away his concern with the expression on his face as he said, "No! Carrie's father is very strict. He would never understand. Please don't have Carrie expelled. You can make all the trouble that you want for me, but don't do it to Carrie!"
"Take off your clothes!"
Alan looked at the beautiful woman for a long moment and then he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
He was soon stripped down to his jockey shorts. He looked up at the woman and knew that she meant business as far as this was concerned so he reached into the waistband of his shorts and he peeled them down his well-muscled legs.
Looking up at the woman anxiously, he waited for her next command.
She walked around behind him and ran her hand lightly along the peach fuzz flesh of his tight young ass cheeks. "Do you know how many times I have whipped this ass of yours?"
"N-no," Alan replied softly.
"All those times I had to whip you through your pants and your underwear. But now I am going to do it the right way. Now I am going to feel my whip getting stuck against the soft flesh!" she hissed and then she cackled with a laugh as she ordered Alan to lean over the edge of the chair.
He had been in this same position dozens of times. But this was the first time that he had ever been in the position without his clothes on. He felt very vulnerable as he felt the woman's hands touch his hips on either side so that she could pull his ass further forward.
"Stick that ass out! I want a good target!" she sneered.
Then he heard the whistling sound of the whip and soon enough he heard the crack against the naked flesh of his bottom.
It was certainly different getting whipped while he was naked compared to getting whipped with his pants on. He looked over his shoulder and he saw that the tall and elegant woman was rubbing her hand against her pussy lips as she raised the whip up into the air one more time.