Page 4 of Tempting Her Teacher

“Good, I’ll let you know when your first round of punishment will start. For now I have a basketball game to coach, and you need to get my little ass out there and shake it,” he said smacking her butt cheek hard.

“Yes sir,” Megan stated before heading out to the gym to stretch. She was so wet that she had to stop in and get a new pair of bloomer and John stopped her in the hallway for a kiss. His hands slid lower on her body resting against her ass revolting her as she felt eyes on her.

She pushed away from John, having no desire to feel his touch on her there ever nor have him ever kiss her again, and headed out to the gym for the game.

It wasn’t very interesting, and she barely paid attention to it, wondering what exactly Mr. Meyers had planned for them. Her nipples hardened every time she thought about his hands on her pussy, and she was thankful that she wore a padded push-up bra so no one could tell.

A scream slipped from her throat as she froze in surprise, unable to move out of the way as a player from the other team trampled her out of her daydream. He knocked her down and she felt his hand slide across her thigh as he smiled at her.

“Get off me,” she said, pushing at his chest as he continued to lay on top of her, letting his lower half graze against her further making her nearly vomit at the repulsive touch.

“Another time babe,” he said with a wink, and she shook her head brushing her outfit off while assuring the others on the team she was fine.

After the game, she headed out with the group, prepared to go home and change before the party that was likely to be happening thanks to their win. She waved goodnight at the others wanting to take her own car and turned around hearing someone yell at her.

“Slut…stay away from my boyfriend,” some skanky girl wearing their rivals’ school logo said before a smoothie hit her.

“Freaking bitch,” she yelled wiping her face off as she looked down at herself. There was no way she was going to drive home wearing layers of banana and strawberry. She turned back towards the school and headed to the locker room. Thankfully, she had her clothes from that day in her bag because she needed to get the smoothie off the uniform before it stained. Her cheerleading coach would not be pleased for her white letters to be pink.

Her shoes were sticky, and she took them off along with her socks, tossing them into a plastic bag. She could always buy a new pair of shoes if they didn’t clean up easily. She moved over to the sink and mopped up the worst of the mess before looking at herself with a sigh when it didn’t really make a difference.

She unhooked her bra as she went to grab a towel, turning on the shower before grabbing her shower caddy from her locker and going to stand under the warm water. A sigh fell from herthroat as she washed her face before turning to her hair and then her body. Her hands slid over her breasts then down between her legs, getting rid of all traces of sticky smoothie leaving behind just an ache.

That she could do something about. She was alone and no one would hear from inside the showers. It was the perfect place to give herself some relaxing pleasure.

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Ryan assured the janitor that he was the last person there telling him he’d make sure the door was locked when he left and headed back towards the locker rooms. He’d seen Megan head towards the girls’, covered with the smoothie from the jealous girlfriend of the jerk who’d ran her over, and he couldn’t stop himself from taking advantage of the situation.

As he neared the locker rooms, he could tell the light was on still which gave him all the privacy needed to enjoy punishing and fucking her the way he desperately needed.

He’d grabbed his bag from the car earlier, wanting to look through it at his leisure and ensure there was a ball gag to stuff in her mouth whenever he finally got her alone, and now he had his opportunity. He took out a few things setting them up for easy retrieval before shedding his clothes, watching her pleasure herself while she cleaned up. The room was steamy, and he moved silently through it, grabbing her around the throat as he pushed her into the wall, enjoying her shriek and panic as she struggled against his hold.

“I told you I’d take you however I want,” he said against her ear. She stopped fighting the moment she heard his voice pleasing him, her body still trembling in fright which he didn’t mind. Hell, he enjoyed making his women tremble and Megan was the perfect fantasy come to life. “I’ve always liked a nice clean body ready for me to fuck. Wet and ready to be used,abused…and you need an extra dose of punishment for tonight, don’t you?”

“Mister…”

“No back talking Megan…it’s ‘yes sir’ remember? Or I take your test and your underwear to the principal tomorrow and tell him that you’ve been attempting to get me to overlook things by seducing me. That will you get kicked off the team and likely suspended from school, hindering your chances to graduate. So, are you going to take the punishment you deserve?”

“Yes sir,” Megan stated, as his hand slid down to cup her pussy, making her wetter than she had been even playing with herself.

“Good girl, now tell me what all you need punished for?” he stated rubbing his finger against the hood of her clit, still grasping her neck as he spread her legs further apart with his knees.

“Cheating on the test and failing it,” she answered leaning into his touch more.

“What else?” he asked rubbing harder pushing her towards a peak that had her shimmying against his fingers.

“I don’t know…”

“Wrong answer,” he stated as he stopped rubbing her and grasped her entire pussy tightly. “I told you that you were mine, didn’t I? So what else do you need to be punished for?”

“Kissing John?” she guessed, more excited than worried at the idea that he hated seeing her touch the guy than she should be.

“Good girl…and?”

“Letting that other player touch my thigh?” she said, and he released the pressure from her pussy.

“Yes, although that one I might let slide. After all it got you in here and we’re completely alone. The school’s locked from the outside. No one is going to hear us—or your screams.”

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