Naughty Schoolgirl Presley Dawson Gets Spanked For Cheating

Busty schoolgirl Presley Dawson finds herself in hot water when she’s caught cheating on her math exam. Her frustrated teacher, Mr. Johnson, gives her a choice: fail the class or take a private “remediation” session after school. Presley reluctantly agrees, her mind racing with worries about what the stern teacher has in store for her.

When the final bell rings, Presley makes her way to Mr. Johnson’s classroom, her stomach in knots. She wiggles into a desk at the front of the room, her short skirt riding up to reveal a glimpse of lacy thigh-highs. The teacher enters and closes the door, locking it firmly for privacy.

“Miss Dawson, you’ve been a very naughty girl,” Mr. Johnson says sternly, leaning against his desk. “Disobeying rules, cheating, disrupting class. I think it’s time someone taught you a lesson.”

Presley squirms in her seat, face flushing at his intense gaze. “I-I’m sorry Mr. J. I won’t do it again, I swear!”

“Hmm, I’m not sure I believe you.” He saunters over and reaches out, slowly unbuttoning her uniform top. Presley gasps as his knuckles graze her cleavage, full tits swelling against the straining fabric.

“I’m going to punish you, Miss Dawson. Six spanks for each rule you’ve broken.” He spins her towards his lap, bending her over his knee. Presley yelps in surprise, the position hiking up her skirt to expose her cotton panties.

SMACK! The first spank makes her jump. Presley bites her lip, trying to be quiet, but the stinging blow just makes her want to moan. The next five fall in quick succession, each one harder than the last. Presley squirms and whimpers, feeling her pussy clench with each firm smack on her reddening cheeks.

“So, do you think you’ll behave now?” Mr. Johnson asks. His voice has an edge Presley has never heard before. It’s as if he’s barely keeping his composure. Presley nods meekly, fighting back tears. To her shock, the teacher’s hand slides from her sore rear to dip between her thighs. Presley shivers at the intimate touch, knowing she should push him away… but her dripping panties betray her arousal.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, naughty little minx?” Mr. Johnson murmurs. He rubs Presley in slow circles, feeling her sticky panties. Presley flushes hot, squirming with need. His fingers press harder, roughly playing with her needy bud. Presley gasps, hips rocking shamelessly against his hand.

Suddenly, Mr. Johnson lifts her up and bends her over the desk. Presley looks back at him wide-eyed over her shoulder, but he just presses a finger to his lips to silence her. Then he pulls down her panties, baring her glistening pussy. Presley flushes hot and cold, putting her hands over her face in mortification. She’s never been touched like this before. The different sensations both thrill and scare her.

Mr. Johnson trails his fingers up and down her slit, making Presley arch in pleasured shock. Then he crouches down behind her and vanishes between her legs. Presley’s hands fly to fists in her hair at his first touch. His tongue traces her folds, finding her clit and flicking over it a few times before sucking hard. Presley’s legs nearly give way with sudden ecstasy.

Her pussy is soaked by the time he stands, tucking a thumb into his mouth to clean it off. Presley’s eyes follow the motion hungrily. Then she flushes at his knowing smirk. Mr. Johnson kisses her hard and deep, and the taste of herself on his mouth is highly erotic. Presley whimpers and opens up, letting his tongue slide against hers.

He moves her to a chair, pushing her gently to sit and spread her legs. Presley watches in delight as he unbuckles his belt and frees his member. It’s longer than she’s ever seen. With a wicked grin, Presley takes him right into her eager mouth, tracing the thick veins and weighing the heavy shaft in her palms.

Mr. Johnson groans, gripping the chair as Presley takes as much of him as she can manage. But he already looks desperate to be inside her. With a swift motion, he flips up her skirt and sinks his cock deep in her soaked cunt. Presley cries out at the sudden intrusion, head falling back as he starts to move. Pleasure shoots through her body like lightning.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Mr. Johnson grunts. The thick cock fills and stretches her perfectly. Presley’s whole body quakes as he starts to pound into her, harder and deeper than she’s ever taken it before. He grips her hips hard enough to bruise as he ruts into her. It’s so intense Presley can’t even focus on the pain as she grips the chair for dear life, screaming out.

Mr. Johnson flips her roughly onto her hands and knees across the desk next of her math paper. He resumes a furious pace pounding into her from behind, one hand tangle in her hair, pulling her head back. The other slides tight around her neck, lightly squeezing her throat so she can feel more air than she’s used tos. Presley’s clit throbs, her cunt clenching greedily around him. Her body feels electrified.

“Take her for all your cheats, naughty little slut,” Mr. Johnson growls in her ear. He pumps faster, hips slapping obscenely against her ass. “Gonna fill this tight pussy up until it hurts!”

Presley sobs with pleasure at his filthy words. She wants him to ruin her completely. She drops down onto her elbows out of instinct, ass lifted high, wanting him to take her as deep as possible. Mr. Johnson gives a rumbling groan and she feels his balls draw up. Suddenly his whole body seizes and he shoots deep inside her, flooding her with rope after rope of molten seed. Presley arches back a scream, core convulsing massively around him. She spasms with the most intense orgasm she’s ever had, drooling rat slowly dripping down her thighs.

As they collapse, pleased and panting, Presley realizes she never bothered to answer Mr. Johnson’s question about behaving. But they both know the “remediation” will have to continue. She’ll have to face plenty more ways to make good on her habitual wrongdoing.