LOVING TEACHER

BY BACKSLASH OBERON

Samantha Hargraves loved being a teacher, it was all she had
dreamed of being since she was a little girl. She was an
excellent teacher, mostly due to the great love she had for her
students. She had studied hard throughout her years in public
school and then gone on to study at university, and all that time
she had harbored a dark, twisted, little secret. Samantha
Hargraves loved little girls. She had noticed early on that her
teachers held power over all the kids in her classes, especially
in the younger grades. So Samantha had become a primary school
teacher and for five years no one had discovered her little
games.

Samantha had several little peccadilloes when it came to little
girls and she had only tried out the least risky ones on her
cuddly little charges. Samantha saw little girls like the world's
greatest stuffed animals. It had all begun when she was twelve
and had first babysat her 6 year old cousin, Daisy. Daisy was a
cheerful little girl, prone to hyperactivity and giggling. It had
been a bright Sunday afternoon, and Daisy had been playing
outside in the warm July sun.

Samantha called Daisy in from playing and, looking the sweaty,
grass-stained, little girl up and down had told her it was bath
time. Daisy protested, as little kids are prone to do, and
Samantha had decided to spank the little girl, just like her
father did whenever Sam acted up. She grabbed Daisy around the
waist and carried the screaming and kicking child upstairs and
into the Bathroom. Daisy's parents bathroom was huge, with two
sinks and a Jacuzzi-style bathtub. Sam sat down on one of the two
dressing benches around the tub and quickly pulling up Daisy's
sun- dress, draped the child across her knees. She asked "Gonna
take a bath like I told you?"

Daisy shook her head and, looking sulky, said "You can't spank
me, mommy will be mad at you."

Samantha smiled softly to herself and, without pausing to
consider the trouble she might be in if Daisy told on her, began
to slap each of her little cousin's white cotton panty covered
buttocks. She rained down stinging blow after stinging blow, ten
to each pert little rump-cheek.

Daisy screamed and began crying, yelling "Stoppit!" at the top of
her lungs. Samantha realized that the neighbors might hear Daisy,
if she did not find a way to make the little brat shut up.
Looking wildly around her eyes fell on the white panties and she
had a really naughty idea. She quickly yanked the panties down,
hard, causing Daisy to squeal as the elastic dug into her tender
skin.

Sam looked at the little panties, their fabric damp from little
girl sweat and tiny droplets of urine. She had another naughty
thought and sniffed them quickly, taking in the sweetish, musky
smell, before she stuffed them into the protesting mouth of her
six-year-old cousin.

Daisy nearly choked as she was suddenly muzzled, and she began to
cry as she realized what was stuffed into her mouth. She tried to
spit it out but Sam was wadding it further into her mouth and
them fixed it in place with her own hair band. She wailed as
loudly as she could but all that came out was a muffled squeal.

Sam looked down and caught her breath as she gazed at the perfect
smooth and glowing softly red rear of her cousin. She licked her
lips and begin to spank her again, harder than before. She
spanked and spanked, loosing herself in the rise and fall over
her hand, in the writhing and squealing of the little girl, in
the tingly between her legs at the thought of how naughty she was
being. She spanked for what seemed like hours, until her cousin's
rump was bruised black and blue and her own hand was throbbing.
What finally made her stop was the sudden burst of pain /
pleasure as she missed the suddenly limp form of her cousin as
the girl passed out and slipped out of the way, causing Sam to
slap herself, hard, on her pubescent crotch. She screamed as
orgasm after orgasm ripped though her, dropping the unconscious
six-year-old to the hard floor as she spasmmed wildly and
collapsed next to her, panting and gasping for air.

When she came around, her eyes fixed on the purplish rump of the
little girl and she realized that if she did not think fast, she
was going to be in a lot of trouble. Sam quickly removed her
clothing including her surprisingly soaked panties and the rest
of Daisy's apparel. Filling the tub with warm water she climbed
in, still holding the now naked, but still unconscious child in
her arms. She began to clean herself and the little girl, who
came around slowly.

Daisy gasped and whimpered as she realized that she was still
with her crazy cousin. She squirmed and tried to tug away from
the bigger girl. "You hurt meeeeee!" She sobbed.

Sam nodded and smiled wickedly at Daisy. "Yes I did, and If you
ever, Ever!, tell anyone I will do it again, this time with a
leather belt. So this is what you are gonna tell Auntie Carol,
okay? You are gonna tell her you were slidding down the stairs
all afternoon, okay?" All the while she was creating her cover
story, Sam was softly rubbing the little girl's naked thighs,
gently and soothingly in the warm water. She waited until Daisy
nodded, slowly and with tears in her eyes, but she did nod. Sam
smiled and kissed Daisy's forehead. "Kay. Now I have a reward for
you cause you are being a good girl now."

Daisy blinked softly "Re...reward?"

Sam, who had discovered how nice a Jaccuzzi could be last summer
when she had gone to Mexico with her parents, smiled and nodded
as she turned the Jets on full. She spread the little girl's legs
and possitioned Daisy's tiny little sex right over one.

Daisy squealed and began to wriggle as tingling waves of
pleasurable bubbles raced over the sensitive skin. Sam held Daisy
there until the girl reached orgasm and sagged in her arms. She
snuggled the little girl close and kissed her nose "Was that a
good reward?" Daisy trembled and gasped for air, unable to speak,
but she nodded slowly "What was that? Can we do it again? " She
asked when she finally could speak once more.

Sam grinned as a whole new bunch of naughty thoughts came into
her mind. Sam inwardly marveled at the idea that Pain could be
balanced by pleasure. She giggled softly as some fun ideas for
games to play with her little cousin filled her thoughts.She
nodded "But not tonight Daisy. Your parents are gonna be home
soon. Remember what I told you know and we can do this again."
She helped the girl out of the bath and dried them both off.
Dressing the girl in her PJ's carried her down stairs and the two
watched TV and ate Spagetti-o's until Daisy's parents came home.

******

Samantha had spent the next week thinking about what she had done
to her cuddly little cousin and had passed through first the
guilt stage, then the angry at herself stage, and then slowly the
realization that she had enjoyed it stage. Just the thought of
her little cousin writhing on her lap made her all wet inside and
the memory of squeals and bright pink flesh was almost enough to
send her over the edge without even touching herself.

She would lie in bed late at night and play with her tiny budding
nipples as she rubbed her thighs together, thinking of Daisy and
hoping for a chance to play with her cousin again. She shivered
to herself and moaned, biting her bottom lip as she came. She
also began to think about the other girls she saw in school each
day. Her Best friend Lucy Danvers, her other best friend Carrie
Connors, that cute little Chinese girl Chen, Alice the teacher's
pet. She would sit at her desk and make up stories in her mind
about what she would do to each of them, and while she did it she
would rub her hand against her skirt and panty covered crotch.
She did not realize that Ms. Sumner, her teacher, could see what
she was doing, but even had she realized she might not have
stopped.

In her mind she would hold that Chen girl over her lap and hit
her ass with her hair brush again and again, while Chen cryed out
and begged her to stop. She would make that no good Alice
Redding's ass so red that she would not be able to sit down for a
week, and she would do it in front of the class. As for Lucy,
Lucy Samantha wanted to kiss and lick all over, just the idea of
touching Lucy's breasts, which, even not considering that she was
only twelve, where quite big and made her uniform swell nicely.
Lucy was constantly being teased but Samantha always stood up for
her. Carrie was again different. Samantha wanted to kiss Carrie,
Carrie the tomboy, Carrie the smart, Carrie the strong, Carrie
the Pretty. Samantha wanted Carrie to do all the things to her
that Samantha wanted to do to others. She shivered deep inside at
the thought and soaked her panties as she came just as the bell
rang. She shivered as she stood up and moved to the door.

"Miss Hargraves will you please stay after for a few moments
please?" Rang out Ms. Sumner's voice.

Samantha stopped and blinked, coming back down to herself as she
shook her head. "Huh?"

"Just for a few minutes, you can meet your friends outside."

"Oh. Okay. Go on I'll be right out."

Ms. Sumner smiled down at the pretty twelve year old and licked
her lips nervously. She had never done anything like this, but
the girl had been making her sooo horny, rubbing her slit at her
all class. She shivered softly "That was very naughty what you
were doing back there."

Samantha looked blank for a minute and then blushed "Wha? Oh! Umm
well….. umm.. I had an itch and umm…"

Ms Sumner laughed "I guess so. Come here" She should not do this
a part of her mind yelled at her, but the rest just snarled at
her and grinned "Who is she going to tell?" She did not realize
that she had muttered this out loud.

"What Ms Sumner?" Asked the sexy little thing.

"Never Mind, just come here."

Samantha came like a good girl and stood before the teacher's
desk.

Ms. Sumner reached down and grabbed the twelve year old right
between the legs and gripped tightly, feeling the cotton of the
skirt quickly dampen from the wetness of the young woman's
crotch. "You were very, very Naughty back there weren't you?"
Gasping, Sam squirmed against the grip, whimpering ever so
slightly. "Wh what? L l leggo!" She grabbed at Ms. Sumner's hand,
tugging at it without much success. Her slit throbbed in pain and
a little pleasure where the teacher's fingers dug into the tender
flesh.

Rachael Sumner laughed and pulled the girl close to her. "You
were naughty and I'm going to punish you." She squeezed down
hard, making the little girl squirm and cry out in pain.

"Owwwww Leggo that hurts!" Sam gasped, trembling all over.

Without another word, Ms. Sumner hoisted her student up onto her
desk by the crotch, headless of the cry of pain from the little
hussy. She was going to enjoy this so very much. As the girl
begged and squirmed, Rachel Sumner ran through the littany of
wonderous ideas flooding her overheated mind. Well, nothing beats
the classics, she thought and, dropping into her chair, pulled
the girl down across her lap.

In a mocking tone she asked the child, "for being such a dirty,
filthy slut right here in school, I think you ought to be
spanked, what do you think?" The girl shook her head rapidly, but
Rachel just laughed and yanked up the plaid wool skirt… she was
beginning to see why men thought school uniforms were so fucking
wonderful. Underneath the skirt Sam's panties were soaked. Unable
to help herself, Rachel Sumner leaned in and sniffed them…
mmmmarvelous.

Ripping them in the progress, she ripped them off and took a
deeper drag. God the little cunt smelled fresh and tempting.
Chuckling, she shoved the panties under the girl's noise, rubbing
the wetness into the child's face. "See how naughty you were! You
desire at least a hundred spanks, don't you agree?"

"Nooooo" sobbed Sam, wishing she was anywhere else and horribly
embarassed by having to sniff her own panties and at the strange
tremble she felt in the pit of her tummy.

"Shhhhh, you little tramp, you'll bring the janitor or another
teacher if you don't shut up…" then an idea occurred to the
teacher and she forced the panties into the girl's mouth and used
the lanyard she kept her locker key on to sinch it into place.

MMMM! Groaned the child, struggling even more, clearly terrified
at being gagged. Time to get started Rachel thought. She
carressed the girl's firm rear with one hand and then snapped her
hand up and back down. The report filled the small classroom and
the teacher's belly with a pleasant little tremble. Again she
caressed and again she snapped her hand up and down. God that
felt good. Caress, up, down, shiver, ah… each time the vibrations
carried through the child and into her very sex. But she needed
more.

Pausing after at least three dozen blows to the child's
unprotected rear, Ms Sumner unfastened little samantha's skirt
and let it fall to the floor. The child's squirming trippled at
that as she clutched at her fallen clothing. With a tud the child
slipped from her grip and fell to the floor. Freed of the
teacher's restraining grasp on both wrists, the girl's hands flew
to the gag but Ms Sumner was faster and grabbed the girls hands
again, this time in front of her. Smiling cruelly into that
tearstreaked and frightened face, Rachel Sumner pulled the girl's
shirt up and over, stripping the child and effectively binding
the girl's wrists at the same time.

As Sam kicked at her she lifted her back into her lap and resumed
spanking, marveling at how smooth and perfect the expanse of skin
before her was. After another two dozen blows, her hand was
aching though. AS she rested it, caressing the throbbing pulsing
reddened flesh of the girl's rear her eyes fell on the wooden
ruler in the cup on her desk. She didn't know why it was there,
Rachel Sumner taught History, but it had sat in the little cup
with her pencils since she'd starting teaching here, seven years
ago, untouched except when she'd needed a pencil or refilled the
cup. Now, at long last, the trusty ruler would see action,
although not the action for which it had been intended, but
certainly one for which it was ideally suited. Ms Sumner
streached out and snagged the ruler, feeling the hardness of the
angular wood dig into her palm, the somewhat sharp edge of the
metal leadguard digging into the back of her fingers. She gripped
it hard and lifted it up, higher than she'd lifted her hand for
any blow so far.

For a long, long moment she held it their like Jove with one of
his fabled lightning bolts, savering the moment and then (with a
cry of primal lust) she brought the wood down hard. There was a
crack almost as satisfying as thunder and the girl bucked,
screaming into her panties.

The teacher shivered all over, feeling the shocks so much better
now. Without pausing to reflect, she raised her lightning rod
again and struck once more. Again and again she lashed out, eyes
fixed on the red welts rising up from the pink flesh of
Samantha's poor abused rear.

As the pleasure built in her loins, Rachel Sumner's aim became
increasingly erratic and blows began raining down on the child's
bare back and thighs. Soon enough there was blood running from
half a dozen welts and still the blows came. Time lost all
meaning to the lust crazed teacher and her tortured student. The
blows faded together into a steady drumming of pain and pleasure,
but not for both.

She was so close, so close, just a few more blows, just a few
more. And with an almighty crack the ruler snapped in half, its
jagged edge digging deep into the child's bruised and bleeding
rump. Samantha went crazy, thrashing wildly, her energy restored
by the feel of long wooden splinters stabbing deep into her
flesh. She rose up, forcing the wood deeper but she was beyond
caring. Her knee slipped between her teacher's thighs and rammed
hard against the woman's crotch.

Ms Sumner bucked, releasing the child and the ruler, releasing
the last of her sanity as her mind was swept away in a torent of
pleasure fulled by a sharp spike of pain. For minutes she simply
sat in her chair, legs spasming, arms twitching, occasionally
kicking the stunned child on the floor in front of her as she
mindlessly orgasmed again and again. Finally she sagged in her
chair, eyes glazed and unseeing.

An hour passed with only the sound of breathing and sniffed
stifled sobbing to fill the darkening room. Slowly the teacher
roused herself and looked around, confused. "Why am I still at
school?" she asked herself. Then memory returned to her and she
looked down at the child who had cried herself to sleep.

Samantha's lower back, rear, and upper thighs were black with
bruises and red with blood, the snapped ruler still embedded. Ms
Sumner bent down and lifted the girl up, setting her down on the
big teacher's desk. With a quick yank she pulled the ruler free
and rolled the girl onto her back.

Samantha's eyes flew open as her weight came to rest on her
abused flesh and she struggled for a moment to roll over but her
strength faded quickly and she was barely able to breath through
her gag and her snotfilled nose.

Gently her teacher wiped the tears from Sam's face with some
tissues and then allowed Sam to blow her nose. When that was done
she used a big pair of metal siscors to cut the girl's purpling
hands free of the shirt. From the way Sam's left wrist moved, it
was clearly broken, but that did not intrest Ms Sumner so she
just let them both hang over the edge of the desk. She took a
step back and looked at the child… how Christ-like she looked.
She moved the girl's legs and arms until the picture was perfect,
except for the stigmata and crown of thorns of course. That was
easy enough to fix and after a little rumaging in her desk she
found a box of pushpins and she already had her scissors.
Carefully she pushed a line of thumbtacks into the girl's scalp,
just far enough to hit bone to make sure they stayed in and then,
using the sharp edge of the scissors she made cuts on the palms
of both hands and the tops of both ankles. Perfect.

Now for the spear wound. She giggled. But it should be a special
spear. She looked back through her desk until she found a can of
silly string that she'd confiscated earlier in the year and
grinned. That would do fine.

She bent down and sniffed the girl's cunny, wondering how it
would taste, but the acrid smell of blood and urine turned her
stomach and she recoiled. Figuring that the girl was clearly wet
enough, she spread the child's thighs and rubbed the plastic top
of the can against those tight virginal (for now at least) lips,
slowly working the two inch wide can into the folds. The sight
was delicious and it thrilled her deeply. Finally the entire
width of the cap was just inside.

Rachel held her breath and watched the poor girl's face as she
wiggled the can back and forth. Slowly the pleasure was working
its magic on the child and she was noticably relaxing, letting
the nice feelings override the bad ones. When the teacher judge
the girl was as relaxed as possible, she slammed the heel of her
palm against the base of the can, ramming it five inches deep
into the girl all at once, shreading her innocent hymen and
jamming up against the child's cervix. The child went wild and
Rachel laughed and laughed. It was so sexy and funny.

Watching avidly, she sat back down and, pulling her own panties
aside, began to masterbate. Every so often she would reach out
and jam the can a little deeper until finally it was swallowed up
by twelve year old cunny.

Sam could not believe the pain and screamed and screamed and
screamed. Her cunny felt like it was on fire and Ms Sumner was
playing with herself as she tortured her. Samantha desperately
wished this was a dream a horribly nightmare, one she could soon
escape. But no escape came.

At long last, Rachel sumner brought herself off to another
wonderful release, less intense but easier to enjoy this time.
Feeling sated, she looked around and sighed, best clean up the
mess. She'd been raised to put her toys away when done playing
with them and to clean up her mess when she made it. Lifting the
girl up, she carried her out into the hall, up to the roof and
over to the edge. Looking down she walked along the edge until
she was standing right over the garbage bins and lowered her
charge until the girl was hanging headfirst over the edge.

She took a few steps back, gaged the distance carefully and ran
forward, kicking right at Samantha's swollen cunt. The can jerked
forward, bursting into the child's womb, the cap cracking and
jamming down against the pressure head. As the girl's belly began
to swell with silly string pregnancy, she tumbled off the rooftop
and down three stories to the waiting dumpsters, flipping over as
she went. Rachel Sumner did not look down as, with a crash,
Samantha landed on her back amid the leavings of a thousand
middle school lunches and cardboard boxes.

Instead she went down to her classroom, cleaned up the mess,
gathered her things and went home. Once there burned the girl's
clothing and everything she'd worn that day. She made a note to
herself to buy a new wooden ruler on the way to work the next
morning and went to bed.

Slowly dawn came and with it students and facilty. It wasn't
until midmorning, when the janitor was dumping the kitchen trash,
that Samantha was discovered. Rushed to the hospital she was
found to have numerous broken bones, welts, lacerations, and a
can of silly string in her womb. The doctors operated, cleaned
her up, and cleaned her out, the police looked for clues, and the
schoolboard called Samantha's mother and father.

There were no leads and nothing her parents could do but wait as
for the next month, Samantha languished in a coma, trapped inside
a hell of terrible dreams. One day she woke up, bright and
cheerful, if stiff and sore and asked why she was in a hospital.
After her parents and the staff shrink asked her what she
remembered, it became clear that she'd either repressed the event
or lost those memories permanently from the head injuries. So it
was that, after a few weeks at home and some careful talks with
the schoolboard, Samantha returned to school, although she road
in a motorized wheelchair she'd need until the casts on her leg
and arm could be removed.

Of all her teachers and friends, Ms Sumner was the one most happy
to see Samantha, and although she wasn't exactly sure why, that
thought didn't exactly make Samantha all that happy.