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“He’s hot, that’s for sure, but I hear Monica’s after him too, Tiff.” Celia fiddled with her chestnut hair, as she looked over at Tiffany Dorsett who stood in front of her locker reluctantly looking for her US History book. The two girls hated History class, to them it was boring and dull with one possible exception.

“Monica? Monica’s not going to interest him, she won’t put out for him.” Tiffany paused a moment to smooth down her blue micro skirt and adjusted her tight tank top to show a little more of her bare midriff before she continued about her rival. “She’ll flirt, and sex him up with her promises, but I know for a fact she won’t deliver like I will. Monica’s never deep-throated a cock in her sheltered life.” Tiffany gave Celia a knowing look and Celia knew it was true.

Tiffany was the quintessential bad girl of Connelly High and Celia was her loyal girl with whom she’d been tight since sixth grade. They were seniors now and likely the hottest girls in school and Tiffany was competing with prissy Monica for a life changing prize.

Danny Fountaine was the prize and the reason was football. In rural Texas where football was king, Danny was right now one of the hottest quarterback prospects in the country. As a senior, Danny had already won a full ride as a Texas Longhorn, but no one at Connelly believed he’d spend four years in Austin. No Danny had NFL written all over him and so he could be a golden ticket for one pretty and willing young girl to escape rural Texas.

Tiffany’s platinum blonde shag-cut hair and perky breasts had already garnered Danny’s attention and she had no difficulty encouraging his sexual fantasies because Tiffany knew it was where she had the advantage over Prom queen and head cheerleader Monica Graves. Both Tiffany and Celia were certain Tiff would win the prize when Danny discovered Monica was lovely, but untouchable.

“Come on, Cel, we gotta go to History, but we don’t have to listen. We can just gaze at Mr. Jackson’s ass and whisper about Danny.” Tiff patted Celia’s butt as she turned down the hallway toward Mr. Jackson’s room. The bell had already rung so technically they were late, but who the hell cared?

“Would you do him, Tiff? I mean Jackson.” Celia had heard her best friend make all sorts of comments on the physique of Greg Jackson, but she wondered would Tiff really let him fuck her if the opportunity arose?

Tiffany paused and then smiled. “Ya, it’s nuts, girl, but I think I would. I wonder if he’s hung as good as he looks?”

“Well at least he’s not sixty with white hair and glasses like the rest of the teachers here.” Celia giggled as she pointed out how most of Connelly High’s staff was too old to be of interest.

“What if he’s hung like a stallion, Cel. That would be so hot.”

“What if Douglas Crompton was hung like a stallion, would you do him?”

Instantly Tiffany made a face. “Ewwww, no way, Compton is nerd city. I wouldn’t touch him with a ten foot pole.”

The girls turned into the door of Mr. Jackson’s classroom giggling about such a ridiculous thought.

Of course they were quite late and the whole class was seated and looked up at them as they walked in. However the look on Mr. Jackson’s face was less than amused. “Oh, there you are. Class, the giggly sisters have deigned to grace us with their presence today.” Greg Jackson’s deep blue eyes stared at his two worst students and he wondered how he would ever get through to them. He was near the end of his rope with conventional methods, but what else was there?

“A word of warning, girls, you’re both on thin ice today. It’s not going to take much for me to slap a detention on both of you.”

Detention? Yah, wouldn’t that be hot. Celia and I alone after school with Mr. Jackson.

“Sorry we’re late, Mr. Jackson.” Celia’s apology was almost unheard by Tiff as she was deep in thought.

Should I drag Celia into this, or just go solo?

The girls took their seats, side by side in the second row, and Tiff gave Celia a devilish look to which Celia shrugged her shoulders wondering what her girl had on her mind. Celia knew with Tiff it could be anything.

“Okay, people today we start on the Civil War. We’ll be covering it all week so read chapters thirteen through sixteen and be ready to participate in class discussion. Remember it’s twenty percent of your grade, a twenty percent Miss Dorsett and Miss Evers have a zero in. Next Monday, you’ll get a preliminary test on the material. Now who can start us off with a cause of the war?” To Greg’s utter shock, Tiffany raised her hand, fluttering it sexily in the air.

“Tiffany, this better be a real answer, not one of your silly answers. I’m in no mood.”

“No, sir, it’s real city, Mr. J. The black people down south were being used, like they were slaves or something, you know the whole whips and chains thing.” The words came off Tiffany’s tongue with naïve innocence, but Greg heard them differently.

Jesus, what would it be like to have her collared and strapped to an X cross at the Pendik Grup Escort club? She oozes sexuality, but I’d better not think about it cause it’s not gonna happen. Greg took a deep breath and pushed the thoughts of how Tiffany would fit into his secret life out of his mind. Here at his day job he had to keep his proper teacher mind so right-wingers in the administration and the school board would let him stay. It was only at night usually at a BDSM club over 120 miles away that he could let loose as Master Greg and dominate sweet young things like Tiffany.

“A near miss, Tiffany. The African-Americans living in the South were slaves, not like slaves. Their chains were quite real and there were whips.” Greg paused almost unable to get the vision of a naked, collared Tiffany out of his head.

“Okay, Tiffany gave us slavery, let’s expand on that. What event happened, just prior to the war, which focused both sides attention on the slavery issue?”

Only Douglas Compton’s hand rose and Greg’s optimism sank. “Oh come on, people, I know Doug knows this. What about the rest of you?” Greg ran his hand through his thick blond hair in frustration, but still no new hands went up.

Tiffany took the opportunity while Greg was distracted to whisper to Celia. “I want to get us both a detention, Cel. Are you in?”

“Why?” Celia made a face and shook her long chestnut hair as she didn’t understand what her girl was thinking.

“To be alone with him and see what happens.” Tiffany moved her hand to her crotch and made a lewd motion like she was stroking a cock.

By now, Douglas had been allowed to give the answer John Brown’s raid so Ken’s attention was back on Tiffany just in time to catch the cock-stroking motion and Celia leaning over to whisper her answer.

“Okay, I’m in.”

Celia had no idea she was in whether she wanted to be or not until Ken spoke to them. “Okay, girls, it’s clear you’re not interested so you both have detention today at four. We’ll see if you can concentrate better then.”

Ken continued to pull teeth for causes of the Civil War from his class, but the effort only frustrated him. Tiffany Dorsett’s body added to his frustration and he could have sworn she smiled and nodded at him twice when he looked at her, but why would she?

When class ended, Celia simply got up and left, but not so Tiffany. The platinum blonde strolled coquettishly to his desk and smiled at him. “See you at detention, Greg, I’m looking forward to the extra attention.” Greg watched the pink-skirted ass exit the room and then he reached down to find his cock was rock hard.

* * * *

Greg noted Tiffany and Celia arrived for detention at five of four. They were always late to class so he wondered why they would be early to his detention. He made them sit and read eight pages in their texts covering the succession of South Carolina and the taking of Fort Sumter before he began questioning them to see what they retained. Greg isn’t sure why he thinks it’s necessary, but he closes and locks his door.

“Okay, girls, tell me what happened at Fort Sumter?”

Celia cleared her throat and seemed to want to respond. “They fired on the fort, like with cannons.”

“Tiffany, help Celia out. Who fired on Fort Sumter?” Greg watched as Tiffany looked up at him and smiled, tossing her head back to expose her neck. This preening had nothing to do with Fort Sumter and he knew it. Tiffany Dorsett hadn’t come to his detention to learn history.

“Who cares, Greg, I’m more interested in what you’re into. I see the way you look at me.” Tiffany opened her legs and flashed her black panties at her teacher leaving no doubt as to what was on her mind.

Greg Jackson’s mind went into overdrive. He knew both girls were eighteen, Celia just barely as opposed to Tiffany who was close to nineteen having repeated an earlier grade, but could he get away with this? Surely they would be shocked and freaked out by the things he was into and they would talk to other students if not faculty or administration. He saw himself fired, his name in the papers with little prospect of getting a teaching job again.

“Wow, Greg, you are packing. How big are you?” Tiffany’s surprised question brought Greg back to the present to see his growing hard-on was tenting his slacks.

“Are you two serious about this? Do you really want to know what I’m into? It’s not what you think.”

Tiffany gave Greg a puzzled look as she stood up and approached him. She touched his erection through his slacks and Greg gasped, but pushed her hand away.

“Are you into kinky stuff, Greg? I’m game, what about you, Cel.”

There was a moment’s pause before Celia responded. “How kinky?”

Greg took a deep breath and let the cat out of the bag. “Well, I’m into Dominant/submissive relationships and the limits of pleasure and pain.”

Tiffany’s blue eyes lit up. “You mean like we could be your slaves and you’d punish us if we were bad?” Immediately Tiff pulled her skirt up and bent over Celia’s Pendik Manken Escort desk showing Greg her ass.

“I guess that’s one way to put it, but it’s not all pain there’s pleasure too.” Greg’s eyes were glued to Tiffany’s ass hoping he might get the chance to spank it.

However while Tiff was in the throes of pure anticipation, Celia was unsure and Tiff saw the uncertainty on her best friend’s face. “Come on, Cel, let’s play with him. Until you get used to things I’ll take the pain and you get the pleasure.”

One of the reason’s Celia had been Tiffany’s friend so long was that she loved how bold Tiff was and wished she could be like her friend. “Okay, I’m in, like you didn’t know I would be.”

With Celia on board, Tiffany’s boldness grew and she slid down her micro-fiber panties and spread her legs slightly stretching the fabric between her knees. She was well aware Greg could now see her shaved pussy, but she had other things on her mind. “Will you spank me, Greg, please?” Tiffany’s words came out in a throaty rush indicating to Greg she might very well be intensely submissive.

“Is that what you want, Tiffany? Do you want my hand to make your bottom red? I won’t go softly with you. You’ll get the same as all my subs; a real spanking.” Greg wanted to test how serious Tiffany was.

It was Celia who looked shocked. “Are you sure, Tiff? I mean it’s probably gonna hurt.”

“It will hurt.” Greg reaffirmed.

Tiffany reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart to display her pussy and anus. “If you spank me, Greg, you fuck me and you give Cel whatever she wants. Deal?”

“If only the three of us ever know this happened. You both mustn’t tell a soul.”

Now Tiffany Dorsett said something which revealed her true nature and surprised Greg. “I don’t want to talk. I want to do.”

Greg could barely believe this gorgeous nineteen-year-old was anxious to play with him. Was this his dream come true or was it hers?

Cautiously Greg moved beside Celia’s desk so his hand could reach out to feel Tiffany’s smooth bottom. He couldn’t resist letting it run down her ass cleft to touch her pussy and Tiff sighed.

“Spank me first. I want to know what a good hard spanking does to me.” Then Tiff looked up at Celia and saw her friend was looking at Greg’s stiffness still confined in his pants. “Oh, and Celia wants to see your cock. She likes cocks, we both do.”

Greg could barely believe what he heard, but he unzipped quickly and let his nine inches escape his slacks.

“Oh god, Tiff, he is hung.” Celia’s eyes were wide at the thick rod jutting from Greg’s pants.

“Maybe you could motivate him as he spanks me, Cel, you know you want to taste.” Tiffany knew her best friend was an oral lover who liked to please and be pleased by mouth and tongue. She had felt Cel’s tongue in her pussy many times and had watched Cel spend hours sucking cock.

Greg finally let his hand leave Tiffany’s moist pussy to be raised up in preparation for his first blow to her ass. “Ready?”

“Do it.” Tiffany’s affirmation let loose Greg’s left hand to smack down on the softness of her bum. Greg made the blow medium hard for he was afraid a true hard smack might bring a scream and tears, but there was no cry of pain from the prone Tiffany.

Instead she looked up at his with a fierce anger in her eyes. “I thought you were going to spank me for real, Greg. My mother hits harder than that.”

Greg realized he had a real pain slut here, but his attention was distracted for a moment as Celia, unable to resist, licked the head of his cock with her tongue. “Ohhhh, that’s it, baby. Lick Master’s cock like a good slave.” The words “Master” and “slave” simply came out naturally for Greg, but he seized up and wondered if he was going too fast with these two. He didn’t want to frighten them.

“Wow, did you hear, Cel, we can be Greg’s slaves. Are you as anxious to serve Master Greg as I am?”

Celia took a moment as Greg’s cock head had found its way into her mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue on the sensitive tip and then smacked her lips to release the bobbing erection. “I think I could get used to it, Tiff. He sure has a nice cock.” Celia took the hardness back into her mouth deep throating it and eliciting a groan from Greg.

Still though, Greg did not forget his promise and he brought his hand up to give Tiffany the same kind of blow he would administer to one of the subs at his club. He thwacked the soft bottom six times in quick succession bringing pinkness to the flesh. “Enough?”

“Oh fuck, no, please more.” Tiffany moaned.

Greg reeled off six more slightly harder strokes and not the lush jigging ass under him was reddening nicely. It’s true, at least for this one. She’s a pain slut. Greg knew pretenders didn’t take twelve stroke of the severity he had just given Tiffany.

“Do you want more, slut.” The words just slipped out as they were just what he would say to a tortured bitch at the club.

“Yessss, please and touch me.” Pendik Masöz Escort Tiffany’s voice was a hiss of desire and Greg reached and grabbed her platinum hair. He eased her head back and toward him so he could look at her face and he saw what he expected. Tears were streaming down Tiff’s face from the pain, but she wanted more. She would get what she asked for.

Greg released her hair and slipped his left hand under her to find her pussy. His fingers invaded her cleft easily as she was soaking wet. He ripped off six more harsh stokes with his right hand and as soon as the last one hit he let his thumb swipe across Tiffany’s clit.

The physical reaction was spasmodic and Tiffany Dorsett’s body writhed to a massive orgasm the first she’d ever had which was enhanced by pain, but deep in Tiffany’s mind a door swung open.

This is it. This is what I want. To be a slave serving a Master who brings me to the heights of pleasure and pain. Greg can be my Master and make me toe the line like no one else ever has. No one had brought discipline to Tiffany’s life until now.

Celia’s neck had been stretched to allow her to wrap her lips around Greg’s cock until Tiffany climaxed and then she held her best friend feeling the quivers of pleasure rack her body. “Wow, you came so fast, girl, from a spanking.” Celia was stunned not at Tiffany’s orgasm but by the pain related circumstances of it.

“You really are into this, aren’t you?” Celia asked as he friend finally looked up at her.

“I had no idea it would be like this, Cel, really.” Tiffany paused and looked up at Greg. “Please, sir, give me more of this. Let me be your slave.”

Celia looked unsure as to where this was going, but Greg sensed an opportunity here to make better students of these two hotties.

“And you, Celia, do you want to play too. It has to be both of you because I know you are close.” Greg was counting on Celia’s loyalty to Tiffany.

“Slave? I’m not sure, I mean are you sure, Tiff?”

Tiffany nodded, her tear-stained face looking as certain as Celia had ever seen before. “Please, Cel, please say yes.”

However Celia was still uncertain. “So what do slaves do other than pain? I’m not sure I like pain as much as Tiff seems to.”

Now Greg understood the dynamic between them. Tiffany would be his little blonde pain slut while chestnut Celia would be the hedonist always seeking orgasm. His fun would come in denying her on occasion. “May I show you?”

Celia looked at Tiffany as if for courage.

“Please, let him.” Tiff begged.

“What are you going to do?” Celia asked.

“Bind you and have Tiffany hold you until you beg me to let you climax. I’ll just use my fingers and mouth to make you beg.”

Now Celia smiled. “Will I come?” She was jealous of Tiffany’s earth shattering orgasm and she wanted one of her own.

“It depends on if you’re a good slave, or not.”

“Okay, what do I do?” As soon as Celia conceded Tiffany hugged her.

“Stand up and sit on your desk. Tiffany, you sit in her chair behind her. Now I’m going to use my belt to bind your wrists behind your back and lower you back so you’re resting against Tiffany. She’ll be holding you so you can’t move while I spread you, pull your panties aside, and play with your pussy. You’ll be in great pleasure, but you’ll be dependent on me to give you orgasm. That’s where the begging comes in.” When Celia nodded consent, Greg removed his belt from his pants and wrapped the leather around Celia’s wrists before he buckled it. It was by no means an inescapable restraint, but Greg was counting on Celia being carried away by the new and heady sensation of bondage the feeling of helplessness.

He went to his knees letting her spread legs rest on his broad shoulders for comfort as he pulled aside her pink lace panties to reveal a neatly trimmed chestnut V of pussy hair.

Celia sighed as Greg’s tongue made contact with her slit. It was hard to get high school boys to eat pussy as she well knew so the last time she’d been tongued by anyone other than Tiff was the college mixer in October. She quickly realized Greg had the instincts and knowledge of a woman in finding her secret sensitive places were a women desires oral contact.

Soon Celia was writhing with two of Greg’s fingers inside her as his tongue danced on her engorged clit. How had he got her this close so quickly she wondered? Oh my god, it’s the bondage. The helpless feeling makes it more intense.

Now for the first time since he began Greg spoke. “I don’t hear anything.” He stopped his tongue and withdrew his fingers.

Celia lurched trying to move up, but Tiffany held her fast. She pulled against the leather belt around her wrists, but her best friend was holding the end of that too making it tight.

“Oh no you don’t, Cel. You do as our Master asks.” Tiffany’s voice was serious as she had realized what Greg was doing and how it would motivate her best friend like the spanking had motivated her.

Celia had heard Greg say she needed to beg to come, but it had been abstract to her because she wasn’t so close to the jagged edge of her orgasm. Now with her wrists tightly bound, her torso in Tiffany’s hold and Greg between her wildly pulsing legs playing with her soaked sex it all became reality. Could she beg for orgasm?

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