DEBBIE AND THE HOMEWORK

BY FUNFORHERE

Debbie Simpson, aged eight, was a pupil at Roseville Girls
College Junior School, in the class taught by Mr Collins. Now Mr
Collins was regarded by the school as an excellent teacher, and
for two reasons. His pupils all achieved high marks, something
that all private schools strove for because it made them look
good, and also because he was willing to work for a bit less than
the usual rate of pay. So anxious was the school to get good
teachers cheap that it didn't stop to ask why.

Mr Collins CV should have alerted someone at the school that
something was not quite right. Oh, he had great references, no
doubt about that. But if anyone had stopped to think about it,
instead of focusing on the bottom line, they might have wondered
why he had worked at so many schools in the last 10 years.

You see, Mr Collins liked little girls. Nothing had ever been
proved, but for the good name of every one of those schools that
he'd taught at for the last 10 years he'd been quietly asked to
leave, and had been given a glowing reference to make sure that
he did so without a fuss.

It wasn't that he'd done really bad things, unless you count
putting your hand up under the uniform skirt of a young girl and
feeling between her legs as bad. Some people do. He was also
considered to be a bit too ready to mete out physical punishment,
but again that was a matter of opinion. Of course what people
also didn't know was that he wanted to go a lot further than
simply smacking and feeling up little girls.

Like most of her classmates, Debbie thought he was a bit of
alright. He was good looking and in good shape and had a sort of
domineering approach, without being heavy. He was also careful to
cultivate an open and friendly attitude to his charges,
individually. Each and every one of them thought that in some way
she was his favourite.

Debbie, as we know from previous episodes, had other things on
her mind than schoolwork. Thanks to an introduction by her own
father she had learned to play with herself to the point of
orgasm. Little Debbie in fact practised playing with herself
nearly every night, until she reached the point where her little
pussy was too sore to do it for a few days.

This story begins just after the start of one of her more intense
periods of self abuse. She was so focused on pleasuring herself
that she completely forgot to do some homework set by Mr Collins.

"Stand up please Miss Simpson" said the teacher. Debbie stood
with a sinking feeling in her tummy. She knew why she was being
asked to stand. "Yes Mr Collins?" she said in an unsure voice.

"Where is the homework I set you? All the other girls have handed
theirs in."

"I-I forgot it. I'm sorry Mr Collins."

"You forgot it? At least you didn't try to tell us that the dog
ate it. Please tell the class how you came to forget your
homework Debbie." All the other girls giggled, and Debbie felt
herself going red from head to toe in humiliation. She could feel
every eye in the class on her.

"Well, I… um, I just forgot it Mr Collins."

"I see. We'll talk more about this after the last lesson, Miss
Simpson."

"Y-Yes Mr Collins" she replied, the tears not far away.

Three o'clock came, with Debbie hoping that Mr Collins had
forgotten his command. But no, he hadn't. As the other girls
gathered up their things to go home he looked significantly at
her. She sat miserably at her little desk, like a prisoner
waiting for the judge's sentence.

"Come up here" her judge commanded as the last girl left the
classroom. Debbie got up and went and stood uneasily in front of
the teacher's desk. He motioned her to come around and stand next
to a small stool at one end of the desk. Getting up from his
chair he stood in front of the now pale child, towering over her.
If she'd known what to look for she would have seen the
beginnings of a bulge in the front of his pants.

"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you Debbie?"

"Y-Yes sir. I'm sorry Mr Collins." The tears were not far away
again.

"It's a bit late to be sorry. I don't set much homework, but I
expect what I do set to be handed in on time. That homework was
supposed to be handed in today.
You do know that you'll have to be punished, don't you Debbie?
Oh, and while we're here you will address me as Sir. Do you
understand?""

"Y-Yes Mr…. S-Sir" the frightened child replied in little more
than a whisper. There was something very menacing about Mr
Collins.

"You haven't been punished yet at this school, have you?"

"No S-Sir."

"Your parents would be disappointed, wouldn't they?" The little
girl could only nod and hang her head.

"I see. Here's what I'm prepared to do Debbie. If you accept the
punishment I give you there's no need for them to know. Do you
agree to that?"

"Yes Sir" the child finally replied, after a long silence.

"Very well then. Do you know what my punishment is for forgetting
homework Debbie?"

"N-No Sir."

"It's the cane!" the teacher said in a suddenly loud voice. With
that he went quickly to a corner cupboard and returned with a
cane, swishing it through the air a few times. "This, child!"

"Oh, please Sir. Please don't give me the cane Sir" the
frightened little girl said, a catch in her voice as she tried to
choke back the sobs of fear.

"Rules are rules Debbie! Being caned is your punishment for being
a naughty girl. Now bend yourself over that stool!" The bulge in
his pants was now quite noticeable.

When she hesitated Mr Collins grabbed her by the back of the neck
and forced her down, bent over the stool with her bottom sticking
up in the air. With a commendable economy of movement he had her
uniform dress up around her waist and her little white cotton
panties down around her thighs so fast that Debbie hardly
realised what was happening.

Thwack! went the cane on Debbie's bare bottom.

"Ooowch!!!" she shrieked in shock and pain.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! went the cane five more
times.
And each time Debbie shrieked in pain. There were six red stripes
across the soft and pale skin of her little bottom, and she was
crying.

A little while after the last stroke she turned her head,
wondering if there was going to be any more, only to see Mr
Collins taking off his belt. Was he going to spank her with that
too, she wondered?

No, he had other plans. Grasping both of her wrists, he quickly
crossed one over the other behind her back and held them together
with one hand. Then he began to wrap the belt around her crossed
wrists.

"W-What are you doing Sir?" she sniffled, suddenly feeling
frightened.

"Teaching a naughty little girl a lesson" he replied sternly,
pulling the belt tight and buckling it. The hard leather was
tight on her little wrists, she could hardly move her arms, and
her tummy began to churn. It churned even more when he pulled her
panties right down, slipped them off over her shoes, and moved
her legs apart. She suddenly felt so terribly exposed: she knew
that he must be able to see between her legs to where her private
parts were. What she didn't know was that the teacher was
interested in something else and wanted it. The sight of it made
him rock hard inside his pants.

Was Mr Collins, Sir that is, going to feel her private parts? Her
tummy got all fluttery at the thought, remembering how her Daddy
had done it all those weeks ago. She sort of wished that he'd do
it again, but maybe Sir was going to do it now, and she felt a
slight tingle down there.

Holding Debbie down on the stool with one hand, Mr Collins used
the other to open the desk drawer and get out a little jar.
Twisting her head, she could see that the label said 'Vaseline'.
Opening it expertly with one hand, he dipped his index finger in
and brought it out with some of the stuff on it. A few moments
later she gave a little jerk when she felt his greasy finger
touch her anus.

"That's b-bad touching S-Sir" she said, summoning up all her
courage.

"So it might be" he said in her ear in little more than a
whisper. "But then you're a bad girl, aren't you?" The finger
pressed just a little against her. "You don't want your mummy and
daddy to know what a bad girl you are, do you?" The threatening
tone in the voice was very real.

"N-no Sir…. Oh!" The exclamation of surprise came when the finger
tickled her little anus. She wriggled her bottom when he did it
again.

"Sir, please don't…. oh!" When he did it again she felt a sort of
shiver pass right through her.

"Like that, do you?" he asked.

"It-it makes me feel sort of funny, Sir" she gasped and shivered
again as she felt the tip of his finger tickling her sensitive
little anus.

"That's because you're a very bad little girl Debbie. Only bad,
dirty little girls like having their bottom holes felt. You
wouldn't want your mummy and daddy to find out just how bad you
are, would you Debbie? What do you think they'd say if they knew
that you liked the teacher touching your bottom hole?"

The poor child had no answer, but she did clench her bottom tight
when she felt him try to stick the tip of his finger into her
anus.

"Debbie" he said, quietly into her ear in a dark and menacing
tone, "unclench your bottom now, or I'll give you six more
strokes of the cane."

"Please Sir, it-it's dirty. Owwww!!!" The howl of pain was
wrenched from her lips when he pinched and twisted the hot red
flesh of her bottom cheek.

"Do you want the cane again child?"

"N-no Sir." Forced down over the stool and with her wrists bound
together behind her back by the tightly buckled leather belt she
felt so helpless.

"Then unclench your bottom!"

The poor little girl sobbed in pain and humiliation, but after a
few moments the teacher felt the little ring of muscles relax. He
nearly shot a load there and then into his pants when the tip of
his finger penetrated her tight little hole. His rigid swollen
cock throbbed delightfully and he felt the seeping pre-cum as he
slowly and carefully eased the finger in, bit by bit, until it
was up to the first knuckle. It felt sooo good!

It didn't feel good to Debbie, but then again it didn't feel too
bad either. The thickness of the adult finger up inside her
little anus gave her a funny sort of full feeling in her bottom.
That full feeling increased when Mr Collins slid it in further,
bit by bit, until it was up to the second knuckle.

"Oh! Sir…." He'd wiggled the finger about inside her and it sort
of tickled. After he'd been doing it for a few moments she felt
her little pussy begin to tingle.

"Like that do you, you dirty little slut?"

Debbie felt herself flush with humiliation: she knew that sluts
were bad women, and she knew that it was very bad touching for
the teacher to put his finger up inside her bottom hole, but she
also knew that the way he tickled her insides made her pussy
tingle. She involuntarily wiggled her little bottom when he did
it again. "Yes, I thought so" he said quietly almost in her ear.
"You like it, don't you? Say it child. Say that you like my
finger up inside your bottom. " When she hesitated he pinched her
sore bottom again, wringing a cry of pain from her lips. "Say
it!" he almost yelled.

"I-I like it Sir." Her face burned with shame.

"What do you like Debbie?"

"Y-your finger…. I-I like your finger up inside my bottom Sir."

"I thought so. You really are a dirty little girl slut, aren't
you?"

"Yes Sir…. Oh! Oh!" The exclamation expressed a mixture of
surprise, pain and pleasure as he suddenly thrust the finger up
as far as it would go and wiggled it about. She felt as if it
filled her whole tummy.

"Well now, let's see if you like this" said the teacher, his hot,
rock hard cock throbbing and seeping pre-cum.

Debbie gasped and wiggled her bottom about as he slowly slid the
finger in and out, in and out inside her hot, tight little anus.
It not only made her pussy tingle like never before, but with
each movement her little twat rubbed against the hard wood of the
stool. She so badly wanted to play with herself, but with her
wrists bound together behind her back all that she could do was
to grind her crotch down harder onto the stool.

If she'd had eyes in the back of her head she would have seen
that Mr Collins had unzipped and opened his trousers and had
pushed them and his underpants down. While the finger of one hand
was busy frigging her arsehole, the other hand was frigging the
head of his red and swollen member.

'Could I?' he asked himself. 'Of course you could' another part
of his mind answered. 'Yes, but should I?' he asked again. 'Not
this time!' a third part of his mind warned. 'Yes, softly, softly
catchee monkey' he said to himself, with a slight feeling of
regret.

Right at that very moment he felt his balls churn and he knew he
was about to come. Not being a man to waste things or
experiences, he slid his finger right out of the child's tight
little back passage and put the purple and engorged head of his
organ between the cheeks of her small red bottom, right over
where his finger had been.

Just in time too. His hips bucked as he exploded and the best
orgasm of his life shot spurt after spurt after spurt of thick,
hot, creamy semen into the child's bum crack. There was so much
that it soon began to dribble down the insides of her slim young
thighs.

"Sir?" she asked, breathless from her own stimulation, wondering
what it was.

"That…. That was my cum, you dirty little girl" he panted, still
trembling. "Dirty sluts like you end with cum all over them."

By this time the teacher's cock was softening. He fixed up his
clothes and undid the belt around Debbie's wrists, much to her
relief: until now she hadn't realised how cramped her arms were,
and she rubbed the red marks made by the tightly buckled leather
belt on her little wrists. When she looked down at the sticky
fluid on her legs and got a hanky out of her school uniform dress
pocket he stopped her.

"No, you dirty little girl. You have to go home like that so that
everyone will know what a slut you are."

"But Sir-"

"No buts! Put your panties back on and go. I want you to go home
with your bottom crack filled with my cum and with it all down
your legs. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes Sir." Her eyes filled with tears, but she did as she was
told. It felt really yucky with his sticky stuff in between her
bottom cheeks. It had begun to dry on her legs, and that felt
nearly as bad. And she could smell it now.

"Go home and hope that your mummy and daddy don't find out what a
bad and dirty little girl you are." He patted her sore little
bottom through the uniform dress and panties.

All the way home on the train poor little Debbie kept as far away
as she could from the other passengers so that they wouldn't know
she had the teacher's cum on her. When she'd first got on she'd
sat down, but that had spread the sticky goo in the back of her
panties, so she'd ended up standing all the way to her own
station. Fortunately when she walked in the front door Mummy
hadn't got home from work, and Daddy was busy in his study.

"Hello possum" he called out. "Have a good day at school?"

"Yes Daddy" she called back, heading for the bathroom and water,
soap and a washcloth, after a quick detour to her bedroom to get
clean panties.

"Don't I get a kiss?"

"I-In a minute Daddy. I've got to go to the loo. It's urgent."

Mr Simpson shook his head to rid it of the image of his little
daughter sitting on the toilet and went back to work.