The New Teacher Gives Me Detention…

Introduction:
My name is Phoenix, I’m 17 years old, a senior in highschool and I live in a small, shitty, conservative town in Maine that I long to get the fuck out of. I have long black and pink hair, and I have my septum, lip (snakebites) and nipples peirced (just to give you a visual).
The first day back from my Christmas break, I walked into my favorite class (World Geography) to get the shock of my life. My favorite teacher Mr. Cage was no where to be seen, and sitting in his chair behind his desk was a different man completely. I came to find out Mr. Cage had resigned and this was his replacement. As I stared him down I took in the details about him. His hair was cut into a military style mohawk, he was strong faced, and had his left eyebrow peirced. He was wearing a white dress shirt and tie (not tucked in), jeans and some dirty sneakers. The man noticed my stares and turned his head to look at me, and flashed me a friendly grin. I on the other hand, flashed him a dirty look and took my seat. Maybe I sounded like a bitch, but I was pissed; Mr. Cage was the best teacher I ever had, and I loved the subject (So much that I planned on making it a career). I was already having a shitty day, and this made it ten time worse.
I took out my notebook and started to doodle, trying to pass the time. “Just this hour and it’ll be 3:00 and you can get the hell out of here!” I thought to myself. Suddenly I heard my name called “Huh?” I asked toward the direction of whomever said my name. It was the new teacher calling roll. “Phoenix, you’re here right?” he said and gave me a teasing wink. “Yeah.” I said smugly and went back to doodling.
It seemed it took hours before I heard my name yet again. “Huh, what?” I looked up, this time to see him at the front of the class next to the marker board, which had his name (Mr. Peirce) and some notes we were supposed to take on Japan. “I said, do you know the major exports of Japan?” “Uh, Iron, Steel, electronics, and automobiles?” “Very good. However, you haven’t been paying any attention all hour, and have been giving me an attitude all hour, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to make you stay after school in detention with me.” he stated. “WHAT?! The hell I will!” I screamed. “That, young lady, just earned you another detention. Would you like more? Please, continue.” he said with a stern look. The class behind me giggled and “ooohed” me. As much as I felt the need to continue, I shut my mouth and shook my head.
A few minutes later the bell rang and everybody left the room except for Mr. Peirce and I. “I’ll be back in just a minute, I’m going to use the restroom. Utilize your time and get out some homework or something to work on while I’m gone.” As he left the room I got out my book and started to read. When he got back he shut the door behind him (and to the lack of my knowledge at the time, locked it) and walked over to my desk. “So, what are you working on?” he asked. “I’m just reading a book, what’s it to you?” I stood up and said angrily. He looked at me in the eyes for a full 4 seconds before he grabbed me by the wrist and jerked me over to his desk and grabbed me by the hair, forcing me to bend over his desk, my face down on top of it. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU-” I got out before he slapped his other hand over my mouth. He bent down and whispered ferociously in my ear “When I’m teaching, I command respect. Maybe I seem like a push-over, a nice guy, but I won’t allow disrespect. You need to be taught a lesson.” He then proceeded to grab a ruler out of one of his drawers and dragged a corner of the ruler lightly down my spine, giving me chills and goosebumps. Then he unnexpectedly smacked my ass with it. Hard. Then again, and again. Each time I gave out a scream, almost unaudible because his hand stayed pressed against my mouth.
After a few more hard smacks he pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down around my ankles, despite my protests. “You are a little slut aren’t you? Look at that, your pussy is soaking wet. Tsk, tsk, you enjoyed that didn’t you, you slut?” He said, licking his lips. I couldn’t help my self, as he rubbed his finger down my wet slit, I moaned. I think he took this as a que, as he pulled me back up by my hair (his hand off of my mouth) and made me sit on his desk. He licked and bit down my neck to my breasts, which he sucked and nipped at. He then spread my legs open, kneeled down, and started to eat my wet cunt. “Oh FUCK!” I moaned. “You like that slut?” He said as took away his mouth and started to finger me. It didn’t take very long before I came. Wave after wave of pure pleasure hit me. Again he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down on my knees, as he stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. It must’ve been 9 inches, at least and was very thick. I licked the head and took it as far into my mouth and throat as I could. I gagged a few times, which he enjoyed, made apparent by his deep moans.
After a minute or two, he pulled me off and said “Damn, you are so good at this. Any longer and I might have lost it. Bend over, whore!” I did what he said. The next thing I knew he was inside me, unmercilessly pounding with all his force, sending me into wave after wave of earth shattering orgasms. “OH FUUUUUCK YES!” I screamed. A minute later he groaned deeply as he came deep inside me. After he pulled out, he pulled his pants back on and yelled “Get dressed slut!” So I got off of his desk and dressed myself. Once we were both dressed, he grabbed me by my hair, shoved me against the wall, and kissed me, hard. When we both ran out of breath he whispered in my ear, “You better have learned your lesson, slut. See you after school again tommorow.” And then he walked out. Needless to say, I couldn’t wait to learn something new the next time.

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