Tsuna Kimura Beautiful Girls After School Life No.7

**Title: An After-School Encounter with Tsuna Kimura**

Politely addressed as “sensei” by his students, the 30-something math teacher, Takeshi, lograled along the sterile corridors of the elite Tokyo academy he’d been teaching at for the past five years. It was a monotonous routine of lectures, lesson plans, and vanilla chit-chats with coworkers. Little did he know that his humdrum life was about to be turned upside down by a naughty, unruly student named Tsuna Kimura.

Tsuna was known throughout the school for her wild streak. The bratty brunette skirted the edges of the dress code with short, tight uniforms that clung to her every curve. Her unruly dark hair was perpetually messy, yet endearingly so. Classroom pranks and tardiness were regular occurrences for the rebellious 18-year-old. Takeshi often found himself on Tsuna-discipline duty, dreading her defiant attitude.

After another tense lecture hall standoff over homework assignments, Takeshi stormed into the teacher’s lounge in a huff. His older female colleagues commiserated over their own student woes, but none seemed to grasp the unsettling affect Tsuna’s bratty attitude and ample assets had on him. It was a taboo fantasy he couldn’t shake – the thought of putting her in line, one way or another.

One damp autumn afternoon, Takeshi was startled by a knock as he prepared next morning’s lesson plans. Upon answering his office door, he found none other than the rebellious Tsuna standing in the hallway with a devilish smirk. His pulse quickened.

“Can I help you, Miss Kimura?” he requested calmly despite his flustered state. “I trust you have a valid reason for interrupting me during my office hours.”

The teen flowed into the room without invitation, closing the desk behind her. “Oh I do, sensei,” she cooed, managing to wriggle out of her tight uniform blazer. What lay beneath was a ruffled white blouse, unbuttoned to scandalous depths. Her perky breasts threatened to burst free of their lacy confinement. “See, I’ve been such a bad girl… I thought maybe a man of authority like you could help me learn my lesson.”

Takeshi gulped audibly, trying to feign outrage. “Tsuna! Have you no shame? I am your teacher! This is utterly inappropriate.” Despite his words, his slacks began to tighten most inconveniently as the student sidled up to him with a coy pout.

“I’m sorry, sensei, but nobody else understands me like you do. I need a firm hand to guide me…” She boldly straddled his lap on the wheeled office chair, grinding against his confused arousal. “Please help discipline me?”

The next few moments passed in a hazy lust fog for Takeshi. Manual dexterity was required to peel the naughty teen’s scandalous excuse for a school uniform off of her eager body, piece by piece. Soon she was gloriously naked before him, braless bosom quivering with anticipation. Her shapely rear was on inspired display as she bent over his mahogany desk, gazing back at her enraptured instructor. A thatch of dark fur peered from between her milky thighs, a elicit sight. Takeshi’s genera began to stiffen to aching hardness at the lurid invitation.

“I’ve been sooooo bad,” Tsuna whimpered breathily, wiggling her hips. “Give me a thorough punishment, sensei.”

It was too much for the flustered Math teacher to resist. Muting his building climax with a hand over his mouth, Takeshi rose from the chair on slightly unsteady feet. He flipped the lithe student over the desk, admiring the curve of her back. The view of her rounded derriere, just begging for a spirited spanking, was truly inspiring. Takeshi was a teacher after all – and like any educator, such an impropriety needed to be met with the appropriate lesson. One swift smack, followed by another, sent ripples cascading across those shapely cheeks. Tsuna yelped delightfully in response.

“Bad girls get punished, Tsuna,” he lectured gravely, feeling his erection strain against the zipper of his privates. Tsuna responded with a wiggle of her pert bottom. It was as if she were daring him to discipline her even more thoroughly.

The red handprints blossoming across the student’s milky flesh were proof of his commitment to the lesson at hand. However, he knew a true educator’s job was never finished. Yes, physical discipline was an important step, but those hands would have to get more intimately acquainted with her nubile body to be completely effective. It was a bold moment to strip bare and mount the small of Tsuna’s back, his thick erection bobbing with the effort. Positioning himself at her dripping entrance he slid in fully with a guttural groan, twinning his hot breaths with hers. “Bad, bad girl…” he growled into her ear, punctuating each syllable with a deep thrust. It was earth-shattering bliss as he began to pump in and out of her velvety depths with serious intensity.

Back with a captive audience, Tsuna had the gall to giggle into the desk as her instructor’s persistent thrusting tickled her coupe. She wiggled her rear enticingly against his groin, squeezing the engorged head of his shaft rhythmically as he churned into her. Being such a naughty minx, she felt him expanding rapidly inside her. The professional educator’s patience had finally reached its limit. For her final punishment, Tsuna would feel the exquisite agony of his long-awaited climax.

Takeshi’s eyes rolled back in bliss as he emptied himself to burst inside her, groaning lowly. They remained joined for a delirious moment as their heavy breaths mingled, the haze of spent passion finally-sobering them. Tsuna was the first to break the silence, WHAT started giggling, then guffawing, her bare belly heaving. “Ohohohoho… Can a bad girl like me expect a private tutoring session like this every week, sensei?” she wheezed between laughs, fishing detonated alarm in Takeshi. What the hell had they just done?

It was the beginning of a hidden after-school life together, though of course Takeshi kept the passion between them clandestine. His marriage was already on shaky grounds from the unresolved suppression of lust. In a way, the illicit flings with Tsuna gave his dreary routine a sense of excitement, even if it meant another duplicitous cover-up. And Tsuna? Well, I guess what they say is true about naughty brats – rewards always follow strict discipline. She was never one to miss a class again, so diligently did she attend his lessons.