Mr. Teacher_Single Dad & Virgin Romance

by Kelli Callahan

  Fuck, that feels so good.

  It was nothing like being at his mercy, even if it was what I was thinking about when I circled my clitoris. I leaned my head back against my pillow and rubbed myself as fast as I could. An orgasm built quickly, but it wasn’t quite as intense as the ones I had with Gavin. I rubbed until I felt it take hold of me and then I moaned when I started to cum. My legs shook for several seconds while the sensations absorbed me in bliss. When it was finally over, I rolled over to my side and drifted off to sleep with Gavin teasing me in my dreams.

  Chapter 6: Gavin

  I returned home after the date with Charlotte was officially over and poured myself a glass of whiskey. My thoughts were spinning out of control. After my divorce, I was content drowning my sorrows when my son wasn’t visiting, but there was a different feeling inside me tonight. The whiskey provided the same relaxing buzz it normally did, but it wasn’t the same kind of feeling that I was used to. I wasn’t running from reality—I was actually embracing it. I dedicated the first glass to Charlotte and thought about her as I sipped it.

  She gave herself to me. She let me ravage her body without a single hesitation.

  Charlotte’s reputation had convinced me that it was going to be nothing more than a long overdue rebound from my divorce, but I wasn’t sure that would be the end of it. She had college, and it wouldn’t be long before classes started again. I was going to have to enjoy every minute we had together as though it was the last, because there was a good chance she would be gone long before I had my fill. I let the whiskey linger in my mouth as I drank it, feeling it numb my tongue before I finally swallowed.

  I may not be able to keep her forever, but I’m sure as fuck going to enjoy what we have.

  THE NEXT DAY WAS FAIRLY mundane outside of the pep in my step. My evening was already set and I thought about Charlotte several times over the course of the day. The only thing that interfered with my thoughts was the mountain of assignments I needed to finish before I could go home. I went through the papers as fast as I could, but the assignments that were turned in during the first part of the school year were always the worst. There was no way that I would get through all of them, so I just set out to make a dent.

  “Working late again?” I heard a voice and I lifted my head to see Charlotte standing at my door.

  “She got another trip to detention? Veronica needs some serious help.” I dropped my pen and shook my head with a sigh.

  “She didn’t get in trouble today.” Charlotte stepped into my classroom and closed the door. “Actually, detention ended a while ago, I think. You’re the last one here.”

  “Am I?” I turned my wrist and looked at my watch. “How did it get so late? I’m supposed to pick you up in a couple of hours.”

  “I couldn’t wait that long.” She smiled and started walking towards me. “I missed you.”

  “I missed you, too.” I stood and walked to the front of my desk. “I probably shouldn’t admit how much I thought about you today.”

  “If it was half as often as I thought about you, I’d probably think you were obsessed.” She stepped into my arms and leaned forward for a kiss.

  “Is that a bad thing?” Our lips paused with nothing separating us but the heat of our breath, and then we kissed.

  I loved the way she felt on my tongue. She tasted like paradise. I held her in my arms and we kissed so long that my head started to spin. When our lips finally parted my breaths were quick and I was so turned on that I didn’t care about taking her on a date. I didn’t want to wait. She pulled away from my grasp and walked around my desk. My eyes followed her movements, locked on the outline of her curves that were pressed against a t-shirt and a pair of skin tight jeans.

  “Getting laid didn’t seem to make you any generous with your grades.” She thumbed through my papers and grinned.

  “I might be compromising my moral compass with you, but I still have my integrity.” I shrugged and spread several of the papers out in front of her. “Even the stuff you plagiarized was better than this shit.”

  “I seem to remember a threat you made about that.” She slid open my desk drawer and reached inside it. “You threatened to paddle me.”

  “If I would have been able to prove it, I probably would have turned that into more than a threat.” I narrowed my eyes as she pulled my wooden paddle from the drawer.

  “Have you ever even used this thing?” She held it in her hands and ran her fingers along the wood.

  “No.” I shook my head back and forth. “It was good for a few threats, but the school board prefers detention. There were too many parent complaints and it was phased out before I ever started teaching. They save it for the worst of the worst these days.”

  “That’s a shame.” She put the paddle on my desk and walked back around to where I was standing. “Especially when someone confesses.”

  “Nobody confesses.” I chuckled and shook my head. “They know better.”

  “I guess I’m a fool, then.” She leaned against my desk and wiggled her ass. “Because you were never wrong—I just got away with it.”

  “Is that your way of telling me that you believe you should be punished?” I reached over and picked up the paddle.

  “We both know what I deserve.” She unfastened her jeans and started to slide them down her hips.

  “Yes, we do.” I nodded and a smile crept across my face when I saw her perfect ass on display in nothing but a pair of thin pink panties. “Especially after that confession.”

  “I’m sure I’ll regret it soon.” She gripped the waistband of her panties and pushed them down as well.

  “Oh, I intend to make sure of it.” I put my hand on the middle of her back and pushed until her breasts were flat on my desk.

  Seeing Charlotte bent over and ready for punishment made my cock quickly engorge in my pants. I extended my arm and tapped her ass with the paddle. She responded with a giggle and moved her hips against the wood. The spanking she got the night before had clearly ignited something inside her. It had definitely brought something to life inside me that I never realized was buried beneath the surface. I liked being in control. I liked having her at my mercy. I raised the paddle and swung it with very little effort, barely tapping her ass when it landed. As much as I liked seeing her in such a submissive position, I didn’t want to actually hurt her.

  “I thought you were going to paddle me, not tease me.” She looked over her shoulder and grinned.

  “I guess you didn’t learn your lesson about taunting me last night.” I narrowed my eyes and tapped her ass again with the paddle.

  “Or maybe I learned it a little too well.” She winked and bit down on her lip.

  I raised the paddle and brought it down a little harder. It still wasn’t enough to hurt her, but it made a popping sound that echoed through my classroom for a moment. She lifted up on her toes and then sank back down on her heels. I swung again and put slightly more force behind it, bringing it down across both sides of her ass. She squirmed for a moment and I could tell she definitely felt it. I watched her body language to see how she reacted and when I didn’t see any hint of discomfort, I delivered another one that was almost as hard as someone that was really getting punished would have gotten.

  “I felt that one.” She gasped and lifted up onto her toes again for a moment before exhaling sharply.

  “You shouldn’t have taunted me.” I lifted the paddle and brought it down with a swing that mirrored the previous one. “Maybe the lesson will stick this time.”

  “Ow!” Her knees came together and she bounced on her toes for a second.

  I waited to see how her body reacted to the sting and while she seemed slightly uncomfortable, she still remained in position. When a paddle was used as a form of discipline at Glendale High School, a student typically got three good smacks. That meant she only had one left if I stuck to traditional discipline norms since the first two were barely more than taps. I decided that the third would be harder an
d as close to the real thing as I was comfortable with since she had nothing to protect her ass from the wood. I lifted it above my head and swung, feeling a vibration in my palm when it landed squarely on her flesh.

  “Ouch!” She squealed and hopped off my desk, immediately grabbing her ass with both hands.

  “Now you know why it was so effective at keeping students in line.” I put the paddle on my desk and put my arms around her. “Was it too much?”

  “No.” She shook her head. “It just caught me off guard—I’m not complaining.”

  “Good.” I slid my hands down and squeezed her ass. “It’s fun to play, but I don’t want to actually hurt you.”

  “I trust you.” She leaned against my ear and kissed my neck. “I’m sure I deserve a lot worse than that.”

  “Maybe…” I let out a sigh when I felt her lips teasing me. “The paddle is usually just the warm-up, anyway.”

  “A warm up for what?” Her lips moved up and kissed my ear.

  “Getting paddled at school means you’re in for a lot worse than that when you get home.” I squeezed her ass again.

  “Can we just skip dinner tonight?” She let out a sigh. “I’m not very hungry anyway.”

  “Me either.” I pulled her closer and started kissing her neck.

  I wanted her so bad that I could have easily taken her right there on my desk, but I had to exercise a bit of control. I had already taken a risk by paddling her there, and I didn’t want to press my luck. She said I was the last person left, but that didn’t mean someone wasn’t working on another hallway that would have to walk by my room on their way out. We finally parted ways and agreed that she would just come by my house instead of me picking her up. There was a little more work for me to do, so I tended to it before finally calling it a night. Some of the papers were atrocious and the students that turned them in probably deserved the paddle a lot more than Charlotte did.

  I DIDN’T FEEL AS NERVOUS as I did the previous night, but there was mild anxiousness as I waited for her to arrive. I decided to have one drink, just to settle my nerves, and tried to wait calmly as I sipped it. My cock begged for attention, reminding me that it had been hard and unsatisfied earlier in the day. I definitely couldn’t wait to feel her tight pussy wrapped around it again. It would be easier since she was no longer a virgin and I didn’t plan to hold back at all. I finally heard the sound of a car in my driveway and stood up. I opened the door by the time she got to the top step and my eyes got wide when I saw what she was wearing.

  “Is that your cheerleader uniform from high school?” I blinked a couple of times as she stepped into my house.

  “Yeah, I guess you never saw me in it, did you?” She did a little twirl, but held her skirt so that it didn’t fly up.

  “No, I never really made it to any of the football games. It’s not as fun to be a spectator when you used to be on the field.” I pushed the door closed. “Pep rallies were an excellent opportunity to catch up on my work so I didn’t have to stay late on a Friday.”

  “So…” She walked up and twisted on her toes when she was next to me. “You said that getting paddled at school meant I was in for something worse when I got home?”

  “I did say that.” I nodded and stared at her.

  “I’m home.” She bit down on her lip and grinned.

  Chapter 7: Charlotte

  “You’re going on another date with Mr. King?” Veronica gave me a blank stare as I broke the news to her after she got home from school.

  “It was fun.” I shrugged and suppressed a smile that would have probably revealed more than I wanted Veronica to know.

  “I figured one date would be enough for you to get your high school crush out of your system.” Veronica rolled her eyes and sat down at the table.

  “It’s different now.” I put some spaghetti on a plate and sat it down in front of her. “He didn’t even look at me back then, so it was totally one-sided.”

  “I would hope not. He was married, after all.” Veronica dug her fork into the spaghetti.

  “Yeah, I guess his wife didn’t realize what she had.” I opened the refrigerator and pulled out two diet sodas. “He seems like a really good guy, even if he’s a little different than I expected.”

  “Different how?” Veronica took her soda and popped the top.

  “Just different…” I let my words trail off because it wasn’t something I could explain to my little sister.

  “What are you going to do when you go back to college?” She looked at her wrist and pretended to check an imaginary watch. “Oh look, that’s only a few days away.”

  “I don’t know.” I shrugged and sighed. “It only take a couple of hours to get here. If we decide that we want to keep seeing each other, I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”

  “Oh, won’t that be marvelous.” Veronica’s words came out in a sarcastic tone and she tilted her head. “He can come visit you on the weekends and you guys can go on picnics or whatever it is guys his age like to do.”

  “We’ll figure it out.” The things we did the night before flashed in my head and I was forced to suppress another smile because we definitely didn’t go on a picnic.

  “I’m going to Briana’s house tonight.” Veronica looked up at me and sipped her soda. “I’ll try to be home before bedtime.”

  “Ten o’clock!” I pointed at her the way our mother did and quickly lowered my finger when I realized what I was doing. “And that’s only if Briana’s mother is going to drive you home. If you’re walking, you need to be home before dark.”

  “She’ll drive me.” Veronica’s phone buzzed and she immediately stood up. “Actually, she’s here now!”

  “Wait, you didn’t finish your dinner!” I looked down at the plate as she scurried towards the door.

  “I’ll be fine! Enjoy your date!” The door slammed and she was gone.

  With Veronica out of the house, I had some time to myself before I went to meet Gavin, so I watched television for a few minutes. A car dealership commercial played with cheerleaders in the background roaring out the latest prices on automobiles, and it gave me a crazy idea. I ran upstairs and dug around in my closet until I found my old cheerleader uniform from high school. I hadn’t even tried to put it on since I graduated. I hoped it still fit. I stripped off my clothes and started putting it on, rubbing my hands across the fabric to smooth the wrinkles it had from being in storage.

  Not half bad.

  I did a twirl in front of the mirror and then packed some regular clothes in a bag before heading back downstairs. I felt a little foolish walking to my car in it, but once I was on my way to Gavin’s house, I was extremely excited. I hoped he would have the kind of reaction I was going for. I was a disobedient student that had gotten punished at school and was on my way home for the rest of my comeuppance.

  God, if my mind doesn’t stop spinning, my panties are going to be soaked before I even get there.

  I really didn’t know what it was about being spanked that turned me on so much. My mother had never laid a hand on me. It was threatened in high school, but I didn’t know anyone that had actually been introduced to the paddle. Mr. King was the only one that went as far as to show it to me when he made his threat, which was how I knew it was in his desk to begin with. After getting a taste, I wanted more. I was disappointed when he only gave me three real smacks, but the promise of something worse when I got home left me so wet that I had to change my panties the instant I got home from our encounter.

  “All right, here we go.” I took a deep breath when I parked in his driveway and turned off my car.

  I LOOKED UP AT GAVIN with anticipation boiling inside me. He was so damn sexy that I wanted to melt into his stone colored eyes. They registered a new intensity when I told him that I was home and ready for my punishment. It was almost like a light switch was flipped and his smile faded. It was the same stare I got from him in high school when he was disappointed with one of my assignments.

  “Maybe it’
s time we stop playing games.” His tone was rougher than I was used to.

  “What do you mean?” I blinked nervously as he took me by the arm.

  “You know exactly what I mean.” He tilted his head. “I saw the way you reacted last night. Even if I wasn’t reading it exactly the way I thought I was, the fact you showed up in my classroom earlier confirmed it.”

  “Confirmed what?” I felt even more nervous when his grip on my arm tightened.

  “You want real discipline.” He started walking towards the living room, pulling me along as he spoke. “You were practically begging for it last night and you did more than beg earlier today.”

  He took a seat on the couch and before my mind could process what he said, my skirt was flipped up and my panties were around my knees. I actually felt a little scared when I felt his hand come down the first time, followed by a second in the exact same spot. He definitely meant business and there was no way I was going to taunt him after I realized what he had in store for me. He gave me two hard smacks in the same spot on the opposite side of my bottom and I squirmed on his lap, already feeling the sting spread across my ass.

  “Ouch!” I kicked my feet and felt my panties slide further down my legs.

  “What was it you said earlier? You were sure that you deserved a lot more than you got?” His question was followed by several hard smacks.

  “Yeah…” I nodded and whimpered slightly.

  “Still feel that way?” His hand came crashing down several more times.

  “I know this is what I deserve.” I wrapped my fists around the loose fabric on his pants. “I’ve been a very bad girl.”

  “Yes, you have.” His words had a bite to them and he started spanking me harder.

  Even with the sting persistent with every smack that landed, I didn’t want him to stop. I could feel the same excitement rising up inside me that I felt the previous night and he hadn’t even touched me like he had then. It seemed that I didn’t want to play games anymore, either. I needed the spanking I was getting. I had done a lot to be a better person after I got to college, but I never truly paid for the terrible things I did in high school.