Your point of view

(I wrote this, way before people asked for requests, but I never had the chance to post it. There is spanking in this and a little bit of hair pulling, so this is just a warning.)

I sighed as I stared at the teacher, Mr. Hemmings. He wore a white button up with a leather jacket and a pair of black skinny jeans. An outfit not many teachers wear, either because they are too old, or they're girls. Or both.

I shook my head slightly and looked back down at my worksheet, which I had no idea what to do on. I looked back at the teacher, to see he had his eyebrows furrowed and his black lip ring between his teeth as he marked a test. Fuck, why do I have to have such a hot teacher?

He looked up at the class, looking around, probably to make sure we're doing out work. I was about to look down at my paper before he locked eyes with me. His blue eyes staring at me for a few seconds before he looked down at the tests. I didn't know I was biting my lip until I tasted a bit of blood.

I let go of my lip and looked back at my paper, circling any answer randomly because I had no idea what it meant. Probably going to get none of these right, but I don't care. It's just a stupid grade. Only my parents and teachers care about it.

Mr. Hemmings stood up and walked to the front of the class. His hands clamped together and covering his crotch. I wonder why. "Okay, so I've graded your tests, and for some of you, I'm not very happy with your grades. You have one more chance to retake this test, if you fail, you may not go on our next field trip because that mean you would need at least a 80% or more in the class. This is worth half your grade, so I suggest studying because you will retake it tomorrow."

The bell rang and everyone got up and packed their bags. As I packed up my things I heard Mr. Hemmings call me. I turned around and looked at him. He was leaned against the white board, hands still over his crotch. "Yeah?"

"Your grade was unacceptable. We took a month to study for this test and learn what was on it. And we took a month to review it. So, two months total. You got a 38% on it. Care to explain why?" he asked, an eyebrow raised. I blushed a bit in embarrassment and looked down.

"I uh, I don't know. I guess I didn't understand what it was asking?" I said, but it came out more like a question. "I'm sorry, I'll study for it again and get a better grade tomorrow."

"You didn't understand?" he asked me and I nodded. "Or were you distracted?"

I didn't know how to answer that question. Did he catch me staring at him when we took the test too? Did he know I never paid attention because of him? Did he mean it like I was busy doing something else?

"I uh,"

"(Y/N), you're not very subtle when it comes to staring." he said and I blushed in embarrassment again. "I caught you staring at me multiple times. Do I distract you?"

"N-"

"Am I the reason why you haven't gotten anything over a 75%? Is it me who makes your grades go down, instead of television or the internet?" he asked, walking towards me.

"Mr. Hemmings I-"

"Save it. I know what you're gonna say. You're gonna try to deny it, saying you were simply thinking while looking out the window near my desk. I know you want me, and I know I distract you from learning." he said as he stood in front of me.

"That's no-"

"Don't. Deny. It. You want me to bend you over this desk and to fuck you till you can't walk for days. You were staring at my cock earlier while I was talking to the class. I'm not stupid (Y/N), nor am I blind." he told me.

"Why did you cover it with your hands. You like made a small roof with your hands over it." I said,talking about when he covered his crotch with his hands.

"You really wanna know why?" he asked and I nodded. "Because I saw you staring at me with lust in your eyes. And that lip bite, turned me on."

"That's inappropriate. To be turned on by a student."

"Not as inappropriate to eye-fuck your teacher." he retorted as he closed the space between us. I could feel his hard on through his skin tight jeans and I almost moaned at the feeling. 

"How about we lock that door, close these blinds, and I make your dreams come true?" he asked, pushing my hair off of my shoulders and letting it fall behind me. I quickly nodded, not trusting my voice.

He moved away from me and motioned me to lock the door. I walked over to the metal door, swaying my hips as I closed it, locking it right after. I heard a groan and then the sound of blinds closing and I turned around. Mr. Hemmings shut the blinds and then went to the last window, shutting those blinds aswell.

"Turn the lights off so other staff members don't suspect anything." he said and I nodded. I shut the lights off and it was dark, but not too dark. I could see him and he could see me, due to the little slits of light between each blind.

"Come here," he said and I walked over to him. He picked me up and sat me on a desk. My legs were spread on either side of him, and his boner was basically right on me.

"You've been a bad girl, (Y/N)." he said and slid his finger down my cheek to the buttones on my white button up. "Getting bad grades. Teasing me. Wearing these slutty clothes."

"Teasing you?" I asked him innocently and he nodded. He started unbuttoning my shirt with his one hand.

"Mhm. Wearing these short skirts and this tight button ups. Staring at me with these lustful looks and those lip bites. Swaying your hips when walking to or away from me." he said and he finished unbuttoning it. Sliding it off my shoulders, he make a tsk'ing sound. "Naughty, naughty."

"What are you gonna do to me Mr. Hemmings?" I asked him and he looked at me, eyes dark, smirk on his lips.

"What am I going to do?" he repeated. "I'm going to have to punish you of course."

He reached behind me and undid my bra. His hands yanking it off as soon as possible. He reached out and massaged my boobs and I threw my head back. Way better then my fantasies. His lips attached to my neck, sucking on it.

"Such an amazing pair of tits. Only I can see them right?" he whispered in my ear after he detached his lips from my neck. I nodded.

"Get up and bend over the desk." he said and I nodded. His hands left my chest and he moved as I did what I was told. I bent over my desk, the wood against my bare skin. He spread my legs a bit and lifted up my skirt. He pulled my underwear down my legs and massaged my ass cheeks.

"How many do you think I should give you?" he asked me. "10? One for every time you failed a huge test ever since the beginning of school?"

His rather large hand came in harsh contact with my bare skin as I put my hand over my mouth to muffle any noise that came out of my mouth. I knew I couldn't keep quiet through the whole thing. His hand came in contact with my ass cheek 9 more times. 5 on each. When he finished, I was dripping for him and my ass stung.

"Did my dirty little girl like that? Did she like getting spanked?" he asked and I nodded.

His finger slid down from my ass to my slit, running over it a few time. "You're dripping. Tell me (Y/N), is this all for me?"

"Y-Yes Mr. Hemmings." I said as he slipped his fingers past my folds. He roughly slammed two fingers in me, making me cry out.

"Shh! Wouldn't want anyone to come in, would we?" he asked and I shook my head. I covered my mouth again and he continued his rough pace.

"You're so tight around my fingers. I can't wait to feel you around my cock." he said and I moaned. Who knew my teacher had such a dirty mouth?

I suddenly felt a breath on my center, and a mouth on my clit. I moaned loudly as he sucked on it and fingered me. His cool lip ring made it better. He hummed against me, making me gasp and moan. Thank god they were muffled.

"You gonna cum (Y/N)? You wanna cum all over my fingers?" he asked me as a knot in my stomach tightened.

"Yes, oh god Mr. Hemmings," I moaned out as I took my hand off of my mouth.

"Beg. I want you to beg for me to let you cum." he said and then sucked harshly on my clit again.

"Please Mr. Hemmings. I need to cum, let me cum. I can't hold it. Please." I begged. I knew I was close and I couldn't hold it very long.

"Cum." he simply said and I came all over his fingers. He removed them from inside of me and he pulled my hair back. "Suck."

He placed his fingers in my mouth and I sucked on them. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and let go of my hair. I looked back forward and heard a zipper. I turned around and Mr. Hemmings pulled his pants down. His boxers were off in a matter of seconds and his grabbed a silver packet from his jeans.

"Turn around," he said and I did. I faced foward and heard a ripping sound. I soon felt him run his tip up and down my slit, teasing me. I whined and he slammed into me, making me scream.

"You have to be, oh fuck, quiet." he said and I nodded. I closed my mouth, trying to catch all the maons.

"You feel even better than I imagined." he said and I moaned. I wanted to tell him the same, that this is way better then any of my fantasies, but I couldn't. I had to keep quiet and if I open my mouth, I'll be anything but quiet.

"Does this feel good? Do you like having your teacher fucking you against the desk?" he asked and I nodded. He pulled my hair back and I bit my lip. "Use your words (Y/N)."

"Yes, it feels amazing Mr. Hemmings. I love it." I moaned out and he nodded. His dimple popping out of his cheeks as a smirk was painted on his lips. He let go of my hair and my head was thrown back forwards, not hitting the desk thankfully.

Grunts, moans, groans, and the sound of slapping skin filled the room and I was positive people outside could hear. It didn't matter anymore, neither to me or to him. The air was hot and I was sweating. Some of my hair stuck to my forehead and the desk probably had sweat on it aswell.

I couldn't think straight. My mind filled with nothing but 'fuck' and 'oh my god'. Incoherent words spilled from my mouth along with 'Mr. Hemmings'. His grunts were loud and he kept his grip on my waist tight. I was sure to have bruises tomorrow.

"Are you close? Do you wanna cum on my cock (Y/N)?" he asked and I nodded. "Use your words or I won't let you,"

"Fuck, Mr. Hemmings please. I need to cum. Please let me." I pleaded. The knot tightened and my eyes shut closed.

"Not yet." he grunted. His thrusts were sloppy but still fast. I knew he was close. "On three,"

"One," I said and moaned loudly as he rubbed fast circles on my clit. Fuck.

"Two," he grunted. His thrusts becoming a bit slower.

"Th-Three," he said since he had a hand over my mouth to muffle my loud scream as I came. He came into the condom and then pulled out. We were both panting messes. I got off of my desk but I couldn't stand up straight. My legs were wobbly and Mr. Hemmings chuckled.

"I told you  you won't be able to walk." he said and gathered up my clothes for me.

"How am I supposed to get home then?"

"I'll drive you, and in return, you blow me tomorrow before class since you're always early." he said and I nodded.

"Deal."

I made this a while back but I just edited it and decided to post it. It's a bit different than my old ones but I hope you like it.