Schoolgirl Raffle
by Drover60

Part 1

It's not everyday you win a schoolgirl in a raffle!

Steve was running late and only arrived at his daughters' school as the meeting was about to start. He parked his car, grabbed his jacket and hurried into the main hall. Upon entering he looked around but could not see any empty chairs so decided to keep a low profile and just stand at the back. The velvet, red-curtained stage was illuminated by spot lights and ten wooden school chairs had been arranged to face the audience with five at either side of a central wooden lectern. It all looked and felt uncomfortably familiar to him. He never really understood why, but coming back to his old school always gave him the creeps!

The event had been advertised as an 'Open Evening for the parents of 6th Form Pupils' but everybody knew that it was really disguised a fundraiser to bolster the coffers of the school. They were constantly trying to raise additional funds to support their art, drama and PE offerings i.e. the areas where Government funding had been reduced. With this in mind, parents were expected to attend the meeting and 'dig-deep' so that St Mary's Academy could continue to provide its 'exceptional facilities' and maintain its 'excellent' rating in school inspection reports.

Steve's daughter Lauren had only just started her first term in the 6th Form and her ambition was to get good grades in her A-Levels, then get accepted at a good quality university. Ironically, both his daughter Lauren and his wife Emily had travelled to Scotland on an overnight trip to attend an open day at a university in Edinburgh. Unfortunately, due to work commitments, Steve had to remain 'home alone' and, by default, had been delegated the un-enviable task of attending the meeting in their absence.

Luckily, he was not the last parent to arrive and a few others drifted in late and gathered together in a small cluster at the back of the hall. This was obviously not ideal, so before the proceedings began, the group was split up and prompted to sit in the random empty seats left dotted around the hall. Steve was directed to sit in a single seat half way along the front row. He felt somewhat self-conscious walking past the rows of parents who had managed to get there on time!

Once everyone was seated the Headmaster, Mr Wilson, took to the stage to a round of applause which was prompted by one of the teachers. He proceeded to outline the agenda for the evening. He explained that there would be various school presentations, a raffle and an opportunity to tour the school to see some the extra curriculum activities taking place. Mercifully, he pointed out that free refreshments would be provided in the school canteen during the interval.

Mr Wilson took every opportunity to promote the raffle and emphasised the 'great prizes' that could be won. These included; holiday vouchers, restaurant vouchers, hotel vouchers, bottles of booze etc. Tickets were a very expensive £10 each, but in fairness, Steve thought that there were some 'decent' prizes. The main prize was the chance for ten parents to 'win' the services of a University Mentor for their child.

The Head went on to explain that the mentors were all ex-pupils from the previous few years, who had gained places at some of the top universities in the country. They had all volunteered their time to assist St Mary's Academy and also to boost their own CV/résumé. The aim was to provide guidance and advice for current 6th formers in their university application processes.

Anyone who was lucky enough to 'win' a University Mentor would be provided with on-line access for distance mentoring, three face-to-face meetings and a visit to the mentor's university. The mentor would also provide a guided tour around St Mary's to look at project work completed by previous 6th Formers.

Without further ado, The Head summoned the University Mentors to the stage, with polite applause from the audience. They filed on and sat on the ten empty chairs on the stage. Directly in front of Steve was a tall, blonde girl and to her right was a shorter girl with short black hair and glasses. They were both very pretty and had obviously been asked to wear their old St Mary's uniforms as they looked just on the wrong side of being slightly too tight. The blonde was wearing a plain white school shirt and a small pleated navy-blue skirt that revealed enough of her shape to see that there was beautiful woman underneath.

Mr Wilson had a boring, monotonous voice, and droned on and on about the cost-of-living crisis, the recession, Government cuts, pressure on school budgets and so on. In no time at all, Steve had lost all interest in the speech, however quickly found that he couldn't take his eyes off the girls sitting in front of him. The blonde girl in particular was really, really lovely. She sat innocently unaware that she was being gazed upon from nearby. There was just something about her that stirred his imagination. He watched intently as she crossed her legs and liked the fact that her skirt slid up a little, revealing an expanse of sleek, toned thigh.

It just so happened that the stage was just at that perfect height, which meant the blond girls' crotch was exactly at his eye level and her navy-blue skirt was just short enough to give him tantalising views of her legs. She was wearing black low-heeled shoes and those thin white stockings/socks that finished just above her knees. Her shirt was tucked tightly into the waistband of her pleated skirt and her blue and yellow striped tie followed the contours of her nicely rounded breasts. He could see the outline of her white bra and lace around the cups and there was a 'Head Girl' enamel badge pinned to her tie.

He knew then, that it didn't matter what Mr Wilson said, his full attention would be taken up by trying to find out what colour panties this delightful girl was wearing. It was a little game he had just invented to keep himself from falling asleep! He watched as she played with her honey blonde hair that was pulled into a ponytail and draped over one shoulder. At that moment she seemed to scan the room from back to front, perhaps looking for someone she knew? Eventually her eyes reached the front row and caught Steve's and he was already looking at her. She held his gaze for a second and gave a small smile, then self-consciously adjusted her skirt to modestly cover her legs.

Mr Wilson finished his speech and announced that a promotional school video would be played and meanwhile staff members would circulate to sell raffle tickets. Cash soon flooded in from parents' wallets and purses all around the room and Steve reluctantly parted with £50 of his hard-earned money. He didn't look at the numbers, but just folded the tickets and put them into his wallet with the sinking feeling that he had been taken advantage of! He glanced up at the video of smiling school children that appeared to be playing to itself and looked at the lovely legs to cheer himself up.

Now, he wasn't 100% certain, but it seemed that as much as he focussed his attention on the girl, she was looking right back at him. And then it happened! Her knees parted just a little and he caught sight of the merest flash of 'white' from up her skirt. He knew that he shouldn't be looking, but the short hemline of her skirt had him totally mesmerised! Almost immediately the girl closed her knees and the view disappeared. She then whispered and giggled to her dark-haired friend before they both glanced in his direction at the same time.

Was it accidental? Was it deliberate? He didn't know but what was certain was that he had now abandoned any interest in the school presentation and was totally transfixed by the young girl's skirt. Then it happened again. As she looked into the distance, her knees 'absent mindedly' opened then closed, giving him a slightly longer view of her white panties. He glanced at the people at either side of him and noticed that he was sandwiched between two middle aged women, both were engrossed with their mobile phones. Nobody else noticed the girl.

After what seemed to be an eternity, the video ended and the house lights were turned back on. The Deputy Head stepped up to the lectern to talk about 'Funding for the Arts'. Steve fished his phone out of his pocket and decided to see if he could take some 'sneaky upskirt videos' to wank over later that evening. He turned on the camera and pointed it at the girl and pretended to be scrolling through his messages.

Unfortunately, this was a very bad move. The girl pulled down her skirt, crossed her arms and stared at him indignantly and slowly shook her head. He knew he had been found out and felt mortified, cursing himself for trying to pull such a 'cheap shot'. In reality these girls were only a year or two older than his 18-year-old daughter! Embarrassed, he put his phone away.

After minute or two the girl seemed to get over her anger and a small smile returned to her face. To Steve's delight, more crossing and uncrossing of her lovely long legs ensued. He got tantalising views as her skirt rode up enough to expose her panties yet again. A hand rested on the inside of her thigh and a gentle scratch caused a subtle lifting of her skirt to 'accidentally' show even more. Her knees spread further apart giving him a delicious fleeting glimpse of gusset. Steve was being well and truly teased, and he was loving it.

His entertainment was disrupted by the Deputy Head announcing there would be a short break in proceedings so refreshments could be taken in the school canteen. The raffle would then be drawn and the winning numbers posted on boards at each side of the stage.

Steve didn't rush, he waited in the canteen and savoured his 'free' cup of coffee, allowing the majority to return to the hall to check their raffle tickets first. When he returned, to his absolute amazement, one of his tickets had been drawn out in third place! He had never won anything before in his life, so he hadn't taken too much notice of the prizes. He vaguely remembered that there was a restaurant voucher and bottle of single malt whisky, nothing much else was of any interest to him. He had to double-check, but there it was, his ticket number with a #3 written alongside it in red felt-tip pen. He presented it a member or staff and was directed to the Deputy Head's office to collect his prize.

After waiting for several minutes all the ten 'star prize' prize winners arrived were led through a side door onto the stage. The mentors were already in place and each chair had a number displayed on the back. As Steve walked up to the chair with the number 3 on it, he smiled to himself as he could see that it was directly in front of his empty seat on the front row of the audience. By a stroke of sheer good luck, he appeared to have "won" his naughty little flashing schoolgirl!

The Head walked down the line of mentors and announced the names of each one to polite applause. Steve's 'prize' turned out to be Grace, who had been the Head Girl at St. Mary's two years ago. She had gained a prestigious university place at Kings College Cambridge studying chemistry. The Head then emphasised the multitude of advantages that a mentor could deliver to the children of the raffle winners.

As the formal proceedings came to a conclusion, the parents were invited for a tour of the schools' 6th form facilities. As people began to stand up and stretch, Grace turned her head to face Steve with a small nod, a knowing look and a large grin on her face. Close up, she was even more beautiful than he had thought. She had flawless skin, her petite ears, delicate nose and full lips were almost perfect, but her big, blue eyes seemed to burn right through him.

The star prize winners were then grouped together and taken to individual rooms for a short meeting for them to introduce themselves and discuss mentoring arrangements. Steve sat down on one of the low school chairs in an empty room and Grace perched herself on the edge of the desk in front of him. He started off by explaining the reason why his wife and daughter were not able to attend the event however Grace just looked at him with her head tilted sideways until he finally stopped talking.

"Did you enjoy my little peep show?" she grinned mischievously.

"Ah, ..well...yes I suppose I did, it helped me get through the boring presentations!" he laughed.

To emphasise her loaded question, she momentarily opened her knees again, giving him a close-up flash of her white panties.

"Grace, are you are really very naughty - you will get me into big trouble if you carry on like this!" he said whilst trying not to look embarrassed.

"Well, I guess we should Zoom or Facetime my daughter Lauren, so we can at least get the introductions going," Steve said, trying to change the subject from her teasing.

He made the phone call to Emily and relayed the good news about him winning the raffle prize and gaining the services of a University Mentor. Both Lauren and Emily were delighted, as they both knew this would help greatly with university applications. He handed his phone to Grace so that she could talk directly to Lauren. As young girls do, they soon began to chat away like old friends and they seemed to hit it off straight away. They had several things in common and it was clear that Grace had some great contacts that could really help Lauren.

As they chatted, Steve took the opportunity to study Grace's nubile young body from close quarters. He was looking at the fine blonde hairs on her thighs when she spotted him looking and teasingly used her spare hand to play with the hem of her skirt. She lifted it and let it drop with a bit of a smirk on her face. It took all of Steve's self-control to prevent himself from running his hand up her leg and under her short skirt. He could imaging himself stroking her young pussy through her gorgeous tight white panties.

After a few more minutes, Grace and Lauren exchanged contact details and made arrangements to get in touch in the near future. Grace then handed the phone back so Steve could say his 'goodbyes' to Lauren and Emily.

"So, do you make a habit of showing your panties to strange men?" he asked her.

".... Only the ones I like the look of!" she replied with a shy smile.

".... but it could get you into trouble," he pointed out.

"I've been OK so far...... I like seeing the reactions I get..... I suppose, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist," she replied.

"Well, I certainly enjoyed looking at you!"

"Do you like my school uniform?" she asked.

"Yes, it looks fantastic......but I guess anything would look good on you though!" he nodded.

"Most girls hated wearing it, but I used to shorten my skirt to tease the boys! This one might be a little bit tight for me now, but it looks quite sexy don't you think?"

"Oh, yes, it sure does!" He licked his lips. "Very sexy!"

"Which part of the uniform do you like the best?"

Hesitating, he replied, "....... Well, I really like your navy-blue pleated skirt...... but most of all I love your white cotton panties.... they give me naughty thoughts!"

"Oh, that's cool! Thank you for being honest," Grace smiled and paused for a second.

Steve was becoming increasingly nervous about the direction that the conversation was taking. His growing arousal was being betrayed by the bulge in his trousers. Grace seemed to enjoy his discomfort and had a wicked glint in her eye.

"Look, I'm sorry Grace, I think that I am well out of order - we shouldn't be talking like this. You are going to be my daughters' University Mentor after all!"

"Don't worry, Lauren's Dad, I'm not embarrassed."

"Please call me Steve," he laughed.

"I prefer to call you Lauren's Dad!" she cheekily replied.

"Lauren's Dad, would you like to see a little bit more?"

Steve didn't know what to say.

"Erm...what do you mean?"

Grace looked at him as a mischievous smirk spread across her gorgeous face. She licked her lips and hitched her skirt up a little and stretched out her legs. His gaze fixed on her gorgeous thighs.

"Do you like my legs?"

"Yes..... they're absolutely lovely."

"What about my white socks. Do you like them ..... or would you prefer stockings and suspenders?" she grinned openly.

".... I must admit I'm like most men and prefer stockings, .... but young women just don't wear stockings and suspenders these days, do they?" he answered, still feeling uncomfortable with the conversation.

"Well, that's where you are wrong!" she replied. "I like to wear stockings and have quite a few pairs. They make me feel sexy and make my legs look nice...... I bet you would like to see me wearing fishnet stockings with black suspenders under my little pleated school skirt, wouldn't you?" she teased.

"That would be..... awesome, I can almost imagine it now!" he half-laughed.

"Do you want me to prove it and show you some pictures of me wearing stockings. You won't have to imagine it then, will you?" she smiled.

"Oh God. Yes please!" he spluttered.

Grace scrolled through the 'pictures gallery' on her phone with a thumb-speed that Steve couldn't keep up with. She only paused when she found the section she was looking for, then shared the screen with Steve. She slowly scrolled through a dozen or so 'selfies' where she was wearing short skirts with stockings and suspenders. In all the pictures, her stocking tops and the suspender belt straps were fully on view, almost as if they were a fashion statement. The low angle of the camera made it look like her legs went on forever and the silky stockings and high heels made her calves look shapely and sexy. Steve thought to himself that she could easily make it as a professional model if she wanted.

As she reached the end of the stocking poses, Steve saw that the next photo was a close-up of a pair of white panties under a black miniskirt. The crotch triangle was perfectly framed by jet black stocking tops and thin black suspender belt straps bisecting her creamy white thighs. It was a fantastic photograph. It wasn't rude and didn't really show anything, but in actual fact it was an image that he immediately loved. It tempted the viewer with the promise of what was hidden underneath!

"Fucking hell, that is a hot picture!!" He exclaimed.

"Do you really think so?" she seemed puzzled at his strong response.

"Yes, That's one hell of a sexy picture! Did you actually go out dressed like that?" he asked.

"No, I was just playing around in my bedroom.... the suspender fastenings can be a little bit tricky sometimes...... I might need someone to help me to fasten those difficult clasps next time. Would you be able to manage that?" she winked naughtily .... or would your hands shake too much?"

"I'd love the chance to find out!" he countered.

"If I wore a suspender belt, with this outfit I would have to tuck the straps underneath my white panties though, wouldn't I?" she teased. "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to pull my panties down for a pee in a hurry ... and you wouldn't want to wet my panties, would you?"

Grace then pulled her pleated skirt right up to her waist and put a finger down the side of her panties to demonstrate where the suspender straps would go. Steve was now staring at the dark crease of her pussy lips through the thin white garment when she suddenly jumped down off the desk and stood in front of him. He had no idea what she was going to do next, but boy, was he eager to find out!

Teasingly she raised her skirt, turned around, bent forward and wiggled her gorgeous bum just a few inches from his face. The white cotton panties looked like a second skin as they hugged her pert, round cheeks. He could see the roundness of her tight bum cheeks stretching the fabric tight, her hot cheeks trying to escape from their confines.

"Do you like what you see, Lauren's Dad? Do you like my bum? Am I a naughty girl for showing it to you?"

Steve was breathing deeply and his erection growing by the second This girl was pure dynamite! She looked all young and innocent but she was a prick-tease of the highest order. The whole conversation had turned into a series of teasing and counter-teasing remarks. It was a battle of minds.... and he was losing heavily. He was supposed to be a responsible parent so he knew it was time to take control of the situation and cool it down.

"Yes Grace, your bottom is absolutely delightful. And yes, you are a VERY naughty girl, but it's time to stop all this messing about right now. We should go on the guided tour of the school before we both end up in serious trouble!"

To diffuse the situation further, he didn't wait for any more of Grace's backchat and stood to leave the room. Grace looked somewhat disappointed but nodded and allowed her skirt to fall back down. Steve ushered her out of the door and followed her down the corridor.

The 'tour' consisted of looking around all the downstairs classrooms where 6th Form pupils were displaying their work. Grace then led the way up two flights of stairs to show him the art block. Steve deliberately held back a few steps behind her and was rewarded with lovely views of her bum as her skirt swayed tantalisingly above his head. As they reached the second floor, Grace stopped him in his tracks.

"Did you look up my skirt?" she grinned.

"I didn't see anything I've not already seen this evening!" he truthfully replied. She laughed and nodded.

"I always used to go upstairs on the school bus so the boys behind me could get a good look."

She pointed to a large black door at the end of a short corridor.

"That is the Head Master's office...... That's where I used to get spanked!"

"You got spanked! Surely you can't be serious?" he looked at her in total amazement.

Grace tried to keep a straight face but couldn't contain her amusement. She spluttered out a loud laugh.

"Don't be stupid - of course they weren't allowed to spank us!"

Then she whispered loudly under her breath, "Unfortunately!"

By now, Steve wasn't sure if she was still mocking him, so he chose to let her comment pass without reply. Unfortunately, she wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily!

"Would you like to spank naughty a schoolgirl, Laren's Dad!" she teased. "I bet you would!"

"I'll fucking spank YOU - if you don't stop teasing me!" he jokingly threatened. Immediately he regretted saying those words, as she grasped the opportunity and threw them straight back at him.

"Ooooh! is that a promise, Lauren's Dad?" she laughed. "What would you do to me? Would you put me over your knee and spank my naughty schoolgirl bottom?"

He reddened and clammed up, but she continued her teasing ...

"Would you like to pull my white cotton panties down and spank me on my bare bottom? Mmmm, I think I'd like that!" She was merciless with her taunting.

His excitement grew as he thought of spanking her.

"Bloody hell Grace, you are a naughty little minx. Stop this teasing now. It just isn't fair!" he said weakly. "Let's finish the school tour and get it over with."

Next was the gymnasium, where several groups of children were carrying out activities related to physical education. There was also gym equipment such as trampolines, ropes, vaulting horses and other sporting equipment set up for display purposes. Steve and Grace stopped to watch one of the groups perform a short, synchronised display on one of the larger trampolines.

Steve quite liked the look of the skimpy vests the girls were wearing and couldn't help wondering, "Did you wear an outfit like that?" he whispered.

"No, that's for the younger pupils. Sixth formers wore navy-blue gym knickers, white t-shirts and white socks," she replied. "I used to be in the gymnastics club, I bet I can still do some of the exercises!"

Without warning, Grace suddenly kicked off both her shoes, pushed Steve to one side and started to run. She bounced on a mini trampoline, took off then jumped with her legs wide apart landing about half way down the vaulting horses' well-worn brown leather top. As Steve walked over to see what the hell she was doing, she leaned forward with her elbows resting on the horse in front of her. She just sat there with her skirt rucked right up so he could see most of her white pantied bum and arse crease. It looked delicious.

"What would you like to do with me in this position?" she grinned "Spank me or cane me?"

Steve chose to remain silent again, although caning this little prick-tease suddenly seemed like a really good idea! He was getting frustrated with the way that Grace was acting and he knew he would probably 'snap' if she kept pushing his buttons. She seemed have tapped into all of his fetishes and was exploiting him for her own amusement.

They quietly exited the gymnasium and headed down another corridor back towards the main hall. About half way along Grace suddenly disappeared down a short dead-end corridor and stood peering through the square window of the blue door at the end.

"Crikey, this is my old form room!" she announced.

She tried the handle and it was open so she tip-toed in to have a quick look. The room smelled like fusty books and had a large polished wooden desk at the front with a well-worn black leather chair. The walls were decorated with students work, but Steve noticed that Grace's eyes were firmly locked onto the teachers' chair.

"I'll show you where I used to sit," she said.

She sat at a desk in the middle of the room. It was directly in front of the teachers' desk.

"This brings back memories. Mr Davis used to sit right there and would look up my skirt every single lesson without fail!" she laughed.

"Yes, but... did he really look up your skirt... or did you deliberately flash your panties at him?" Steve asked.

"I had sexy fantasies about Mr Davis! When he looked at my legs, I would open my knees and let him see my panties. I watched his face get redder and redder! He tried to not get caught staring at me, but got so aroused his trousers bulged. He knew he couldn't adjust himself in front of the class so would try to hide his erection. Watching his cock get hard used to turn me on make my panties get moist. In my fantasy he would notice how wet I was and then ..." she tailed off and looked at the ceiling.

"And then what?" Steve asked breathlessly.

".... I don't have any more," she said. "That was where my fantasy finished, I never knew where to take it from there. I never actually wanted to fuck the teacher, just having him perving up my skirt was a big enough turn-on for me."

"When you got home, did you play with yourself?" he asked.

"Every time," she croaked.

"Show me how you played with yourself Grace!" he said softly.

Steve sat back in the teachers' chair, praying that she would oblige. He watched in expectation as she sat at her desk and began to open and close her legs. Her skirt gradually rode up and more and more of her panties came into view.

"Tell me what can you see Sir?" she asked.

"I can see a very naughty schoolgirl's white panties .... And, if I am not mistaken, there is a spot of dampness in the gusset! I must say that I am very flattered that you appear to be creaming your knickers for me, but remember - I am your school teacher young lady!"

Grace slid her hand up her skirt to check the offending damp spot in her crotch. Steve was right, her excitement was leaking out. She ran her finger up and down her crease to make her wetness spread. To please Steve, she looked straight at him and slipped her hand down the waistband of her panties to pleasure herself.

Her nimble fingers soon found her sensitive clit and she had to close her eyes as she slipped a finger inside her wet pussy. Steve watched as her hand made jolting movements inside her panties. He stood up from the teachers' desk, knowing full well that she could see the arousal in his trousers. It was just like Mr Davis in her fantasy only Steve didn't try to hide it.

It was that very moment he decided to take control of the situation to stop Grace from manipulating him anymore. He changed the tone of his voice to something much more authoritarian.

"OK, you can stop wanking now girl!"

He stuck a finger between the buttons of the shirt where it was bulging out and felt the centre of her bra between her breasts.

"Do you think this shirt is appropriate to wear at school? It's far too small, and gaping so badly that I can slide my fingers in here."

Grace's nipples hardened as soon as his fingers came to rest on her bra.

"I will need to check all your underwear properly. Take off your tie and unbutton your shirt."

"What?"

There had been a definite power-shift and Grace was now on the back foot for the first time. Watching her hesitate over showing him more of her body, gave him the confidence to push on with his game. Slowly, Grace began to undo the buttons one by one from the top. She knew he was looking at her ample, round tits and this both scared and excited her at the same time. As she got to the last button, she held the two halves of the shirt together for a second, and looked at the classroom door. Nobody was coming, so it was decision time. Taking a deep breath, she slowly pulled the two halves of her shirt apart to show Steve her white bra.

Her stomach was tanned, flat and nicely toned with a small gold piecing in her naval. More to the point, her bra was a white lace affair and somewhat see-through so Steve could make out the outline of her dark areolas. Her rock-hard nipples betrayed the fact that she was very turned on.

"Well, young lady, the good news is that your bra is white and conforms with the school dress code. The bad news (for you), is that I can clearly see your nipples - which is good news for me!"

He then ran his fingers across her nipples a few times to illustrate exactly how sheer the bra was, and to prove to himself that they were as nice and hard as they looked. Her eyes closed tightly as the nipple stimulation sent shockwaves throughout her whole body. Once he was satisfied with squeezing and tweaking her nipples, he looked her up and down.

"Do you think that skirt conforms with the school dress code?" he asked.

"Yes, I think it does," she replied.

"Ok then, let's check. Turn around, bend over at the waist, and keep your legs straight. If I can see your panties, then your skirt is too short!"

He moved behind her, resting his hand on the curve of her hip, letting his fingers inadvertently spread out and squeeze her bum cheeks. One hand slipped around to the front and rubbed over her crotch with her sexy little bum only a few inches away from his face. His mind drifted back into a hypnotic state as his hand roamed over her tight arse. Squeezing and teasing, lower and lower. Her face consumed with lust.

"As I thought, it's far too short, I can see most of your bum young lady!"

She whispered, "Lower. Touch me lower, please."

He ran a finger between her legs and onto the wet patch of pussy juice that had leaked into her panties. They had soaked through and it was almost as if she wasn't wearing any at all. His fingers found her wet hole through the thin fabric. As he pressed into her pussy, the wet patch started to grow even more. She squirmed, leaned back and closed her eyes with pleasure.

"Yes, Lauren's Dad, touch me right there!"

Steve placed all his fingers on her mound, covering her little pussy and rubbing her soaked sex. The tip of his index finger brushed across her hard little love bud causing the young girl to purr for more.

"Naughty girl! These panties are absolutely soaking! Are you excited right now?"

"Oh God yes, I can feel your fingers. Oh God, please don't stop."

He pushed harder on her pussy through her panties. He could smell how excited she had become. Never in his wildest dreams did he think when he arrived this evening that he would be fingering one of the hottest ex-pupils in his daughters' school. As she didn't protest, he slipped his hand down the front of her panties. She was so wet his fingers slid inside her pussy lips the second he touched her. This hot, barely 20- year- old girl, was getting off on his fingers in her pussy.

He could feel her begin to stiffen up as he really went to work on her, sliding his fingers deep into her, and then bringing that wetness up to her clit, and lightly rubbing that little nub of pleasure. He could tell she was very sensitive, because the first time he touched her clit, her breath caught in her throat, and he could feel her stomach clench even tighter under his hand. Grace was in a daze from Steve's fingers and the overall naughtiness of the situation. She had totally forgotten where she was, or what was being done to her, she just knew that the few times she had played with herself had never felt like this.

He heard Grace's breathing quicken and decided he wanted to repay her for some of the teasing she had given him. For years he'd been picturing himself administering punishment to some nubile young girl and spanking her arse bright red. Just thinking about it made him hard.

"So, Grace, you have committed two school dress-code infringements. For an ex- head girl, that's really disappointing, you should be setting a good example to others. Do think you deserve to be punished?

He held his breath to see what her response would be.

"Shall I bend over the desk?" she asked.

"Yes, and hold the sides." He ordered, his voice was hoarse, he barely recognized it.

"Are you sure Sir?" She maintained the pretence.

"Yes, girl. You have been asking for this all evening. Now it's time to reap what you sowed!"

Steve stepped behind her once more, hiding his excitement. He reached over and picked up a wooden ruler from the front desk. She swallowed. Her teasing had got her into this position, now it was time to see if he would dare to follow up on his promise. For Grace, older men excited her, and the idea of submitting to their superior power and experience, fuelled her fantasies. More-so if she really fancied them!

Slowly she lowered her torso onto the desk, her skirt riding up nicely over her white panties. With her breasts hanging out from her shirt and the skirt hiked halfway up her arse, she formed a lovely picture. At this point, Steve didn't care if anybody walked in the classroom and found them, he just had to spank this little prick-tease!

"Bum nice and high, girl! No complaining now, you talked yourself into this situation."

His rock-hard cock was now straining painfully against the front of his trousers as he lifted her pleated skirt and laid it over her lower back revealing the whole her white cotton panties. Her bum was truly made for spanking! He raised his right arm ready to swing with the ruler and noticed the way her body tensed up in anticipation.

Grace jolted at the first two slaps however they weren't as hard as she had expected, in fact she almost enjoyed them. As the third and fourth slaps came down, they became more stinging. The wooden ruler made a satisfying 'crack' noise as it landed across her panties.

"Ow! It hurts, it hurts!"

"It's meant to!" Steve said matter-of-factly.

He pushed his other hand onto Grace's back as she protested and tried to stand up.

"Stay down, or you'll get even more. Do you hear me?"

"Yes Sir." She said, tears now beginning to well in her eyes.

As Steve started to intensify the spanking, he noticed the tell-tale dampness in her panties spreading even more. Although he had only intended to pay her back for some of the teasing she had inflicted on him, her increasing levels of arousal intrigued him.

"What's this?" He smacked the ruler down lower, over the wet patch on her pubic mound. "You horny little slut."

Grace didn't say a word so he smacked her pussy again.

"Tell me, are you getting aroused by being spanked young lady? You go around showing your panties and parade around in short skirts and tight blouses, begging for attention? You're really getting my full attention now, aren't you girl?"

Steve slapped the ruler harder on her bum again, at the same time using his free hand to yank down her panties to her knees. Her naked bum was a nice pinky-red colour but tell-tale evidence of her sticky arousal trickled down her leg. Steve used the ruler to scrape a slither of her juice and put it under her nose.

"Look at this! You little slut! You need to be taught a real lesson! He dropped the ruler then used the palm of his right hand to spank her wildly.

SMACK! A bright red handprint appeared on her bum as she jumped. He held her in position and waited for the next hit.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Steve was in heaven. This gorgeous blonde dressed in a schoolgirl outfit was bent over a desk, willingly taking a spanking from him... his cock was straining to get out of his trousers, but he wasn't going to end this just yet.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Steadily he turned that lily white bum a bright crimson colour, by now she was whimpering every time he hit and her demeanour had changed from confident and self-assured to submissive.

SMACK! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!!

Harder and harder he spanked her, until her arse was a burning bright red and she was sobbing onto the desk. Only then did he stop, and ran his hand over her hot flesh, the heated globes of her bum. Stroking her lovely red bum very nearly caused him to cum in his pants there and then!

"I think you like being spanked, don't you Grace? Just look at this!"

He let his free hand trail down her bum to her wet pussy where he dipped a finger inside. Grace moaned at the sudden, welcome intrusion.

He brought his hand back and spanked her bottom once more.

"Please Sir!"

She squirmed, her bum swaying back and forth. This time she begged him not to stop, she was excited beyond belief by now. What she needed most was Steve's hot index finger probing deep into her sticky wet pussy.

"Naughty girl. You like having my finger up your juicy little cunt don't you?"

"Y..Yes sir!"

She swayed her bottom again.

Grace heard the sound of a zip followed by the rustle of fabric and suddenly feared what she didn't mean to encourage. His trousers dropped to the floor and his bulge came into view, encased in a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs. She watched his hand pull the waistband of the briefs down enough to free the cock hidden within.

Grace gasped as his gorgeous cock came into view. It looked like it was ready to explode! The head was purple, and she could see veins throbbing along the sides of the shaft. With her panties off and skirt pulled up, she was fully exposed to him. Things were now out of control and Grace needed to stop him from fucking her there and then - that was never in her plans. She quickly stood up to face him.

"Can I help you with that Lauren's Dad?" She licked her lips and looked at his cock.

He began to slide his hand up and down the shaft, squeezing it with pleasure.

"Oh, fuck yes Grace. I am close to coming and can feel my balls boiling. Get on your knees and take me in your mouth."

Precum was already dripping from his cock and he wasn't sure if he could keep from cumming for much longer. His fantasy girl was right there in front of him, on her knees. Her sweet little mouth and tongue were less than an inch from the end of his throbbing knob. Grace looked up at him, smiling sweetly, her eyes wide in wonderment,

"Like this Lauren's Dad?" she whispered.

As she stroked and squeezed Steve's cock, she knew it was throbbing and ready to burst. He desperately needed to put it in her mouth before he came, so he took her by the chin, and slowly pulled her closer to his hardness. Her lips opened and his cock entered her mouth inch by inch as he slowly pulled her head onto him. Her tongue danced and swirled around his cock head. She started to bob her head instinctively, taking the cock deeper and deeper.

His pleasure increased with each little slurp and suck then suddenly, she felt him stiffen. A shot of cum fired out of his cock, and splashed onto her tongue. The next shot came immediately after, followed by another and another. He looked down and saw Grace bent over and licking the end of his cock with one hand around the shaft trying to milk out the last little bit of sperm.

She waited until he began to go soft before letting his cock gently fall from her mouth but she still had a mouth full of cum to contend with and nowhere to spit it! Like a good girl she tried to swallow as much as she could. Unfortunately, there was way more spunk than she had ever had in her mouth before, instead of gagging, she allowed the excess to run out of the sides of her mouth, and down her face.

Although he had shot his load Steve was not finished just yet. He picked her up by the waist and planted her bum on the desk facing him. He then pushed her backwards so she lay on the desk looking upwards, with her feet and knees hanging over the edge. He lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to one side before going to work with his tongue. His lips fastened onto her clit for a second then he gave her one long lick from the very bottom of her pussy up to the top of her clit. He sucked and teased her protruding little love-bud once again. Her pussy juice tasted as sweet as nectar and he lapped it down hungrily.

Grace was in teenage heaven. She could feel Steve's tongue flicking across her hard little clit. The fingers of one of his hands slid into her pussy while the other hand pushed up the cups of her bra. She decided to help by undoing the clasp at the front between her tits that Steve had not managed to find. With the bra cups out of the way, he pinched a swollen nipple. She covered his hand with her own and squashed down on her breasts. She was rapidly approaching what was sure to be a huge orgasm.

"Oh fuck yes, eat me! Suck my clit! God your fingers feel good in my pussy.... Oh fuck, please don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop! OH FUCK!!!!!"

Grace felt like her body was going to explode. Her orgasm was incredible. Steve watched with fascination as her whole body convulsed and she had to suppress her screaming otherwise the whole school would surely hear her! She was still in the early stages of recovery voices outside the door jolted them back to reality. Steve took his sticky fingers out of her pussy and helped her to dress to something that looked reasonably respectable. They had been lucky not to have been caught in a compromising situation (to say the very least!)

Then, as if nothing had happened, they sat down together like the two responsible adults they are, to discuss the mentoring matters at hand. Once the voices moved away, they both looked at each other, took a deep breath and laughed out loud.

"Wow! that was brilliant fun! When do we get to do it again, Lauren's Dad?" she grinned.

As much as he had enjoyed it, he knew that he couldn't let Grace use him in some type of flirtatious game. He told himself that the spanking he had just given her, had to be a 'one-off' and he had only done it to satisfy her fantasy. She must have a very sore bum and wasn't going to be want any more for a very long time, if ever!

"Look Grace, yes it was great fun - but I am happily married and you are my daughters' University Mentor. On that basis I don't think we can ever repeat it," he replied.

Unfortunately for Steve, Grace didn't see things in quite the same way! Her bottom was tingling nicely and it felt sooooo sexy. She was buzzing that she had finally got to follow up on her teacher spanking fantasy and it turned out to be every bit as good as she had imagined. It also didn't mean that it would never happen again!!

The fact is that, both of them are fully aware that something will probably happen again (and again) - it is just a matter of how long it will be before the next time. After all, University Mentors are expected, and positively encouraged to keep in regular contact (by social media) with their protegees .... and obviously their parents!

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