Asian schoolgirl gets spanked and fucked in her school uniform – Baebi Hel

Title: “Lessons in Discipline”

The partículas gleamed under the fluorescent lights as Aiko walked down the hallways of Tokyo Gakkon, her school uniform skirt swishing with each step. At 18, Aiko was considered one of the petite intellects of her class – but even the brightest minds had their weaknesses.

Today, Aiko’s weakness had chosen to rear its head in the most distracting way: teacher Kenta Nakamura. Tall, muscular, with chiseled features and a stern brow that sent shivers down her spine whenever he looked her way, Kenta was positively sinful. The object of every schoolgirl’s cherished fantasies, now lucky enough to be snared for his flirtatious affections.

Aiko had been parading her close proximity to the teacher for weeks now, setting up private meetings in his empty classroom after school, offering to tutor him, offering even more. But Kenta had kept his distance. That is, until today.

“Chu,” Kenta had said, eyes sparkling devilishly from behind his glasses. “My office. After class. We need to discuss your ‘tutoring’.”

Aiko’s heart fluttered. She knew it was a bad idea. Knew what they were both thinking. But that didn’t stop her from skipping her final period to eagerly await his command.

As the last bell rang and the sea of white blouses and blue skirts pushed past her in the hallway, Aiko nervously ran sweaty palms down her skirt and adjusted her blazer, making sure it hung properly over her perky, barely-there breasts. Compare herself to the buxom beauties of fifth period, and she was lucky Kenta was even looking twice. In this sea of Asian goddesses, what could her string bean body possibly offer?

Timidly, she knocked on Nakamura’s door.

“Come in,” his deep voice beckoned.

She slipped inside, locking the door behind her. He sat behind his desk, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. “Well Chu, here you are. Shut the door.”

His words were far from threatening, but still her skin tingled in anticipation.

“Now then, shut it,” he repeated. “Remove your blazer.”

Her hands trembled as she complied, sliding the garment off her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor.

“Good girl,” he purred. His eyes devoured her petite frame, stopping short of the puffy nipples poking through her thin blouse. “Turn.”

She spun slowly, his eyes on her all the while.

“Now the skirt.”

Goosebumps prickled her skin as she let the navy fabric pool at her feet. She hadn’t bothered with panties. Just a simple garter belt and sheer thigh-highs. She could feel his gaze sip around her bare ass and up the back of her trembling thighs.

“So demure,” he mused. “So innocent. Yet here we are.”

He rose from his desk and approached her, gravely eyes not leaving her heaving chest.

“Chastise me, Sensei,” she squeaked, righting her gaze. “I’ve been a very naughty girl.”

His eyes flashed; she could see the restraint straining his will. “Aiko…you’re playing a dangerous game.”

“And you always said you were strict with your discipline,” she pressed, reaching for his tie.

“God help you, girl.” He whirled on her, pushing her face-down over his desk.

She gasped as he flipped up her skirt and exposed her ass to the cool air.

“For being such a willing little tart with your teachers, you deserve some discipline.” He punctuated his words with a firm smack to her ass.

She yelped, more from surprise than pain. But then again, she’d never been spanked before…

He proceeded to rain down a flurry of spanks, each one harder than the last. Soon, her ass was pulsing with a dull ache, the skin burning. A few hard spanks to her sit spot and she was squirming, hissing at the brutal intensity. A few more, interspersed with soothing strokes to her burning cheeks, and she was a puddle of putty in his hands.

“Tell me how naughty you’ve been,” he purred, shifting his hand to cup her mound from behind. She jerked against his touch, muffling a moan into the desk.

“I’ve been a naughty girl,” she gasped. “I’ve sin-fantasized about you. About this.”

“Bastard,” he cooed, circling her clit through her dripping slit. “You’ve teased me for weeks with your tight little body, haven’t you?”

She could only whimper affirmatively, pressing back into his touch.

“There is one place even tighter, and I think it’s ripe for the taking,” he laughed darkly.

She gasped as the cool slide of lube coated her ass; she’d never been taken there before. The thick head of his cock pressed between her cheeks and she stiffened, feeling her grip her desk for dear life.

“Relax,” he soothed, beginning to breach her impossibly tight ring. “This is your final lesson.”

He sank in, impaling her on his thick shaft. She cried out, back arching, as every inch invaded virgin depths. He let her stretch around him, letting her contract and pulse around his girth.

“I’m going to ruin this ass,” he groaned, beginning to rut into her. “Gonna make this pussy ache for my cock and my cock ache for this pussy.”

She wrapped her arms around her head, muffling her mewls of discomfort into the wood. It was so big, so far. She wasn’t sure she could take it…

But she was learning quickly that Kenta was a teacher beyond compare. Pretty soon, the discomfort turned to pleasure, and she was rocking her hips back to meet his brutal thrusts.

“Yes,” she moaned into the desk. “Yes, ruin me. Makes me your naughty student slut, Sensei. Fuck me!” She babbled off filthy pleas, trying to entice him. Anything to ensure he didn’t deny her this new pleasure.

He bent over, reaching around to tweak her nipple. His lips were hot against her ears, panting dirty words into her skin.

“That’s it, little Chu. Take it. Take my fucking cock and learn your lesson for good.”

She shattered with a scream, exploding hard and fast on his pounding length. He followed with a guttural moan, spilling warmth deep into her ass.

They collapsed together against the desk, his sweaty chest hot against her back as he slipped fattened fingers between her folds to stroke her clit.

“Let that be a lesson to you,” he breathed against her ear. “Keep being naughty, and I’ll teach a lesson a day goodbye.”

She blushed, a small thrill shooting down her spine.

Maybe being bad wasn’t so terrible after all.