I had to get back at her, I knew I had to make her pay - and I had control of her body, I could do what I wanted. I could commit a crime, get her arre...ted!No, that wasn't good enough. I wanted her embarrassed, like she made me. Completely embarrassed. That same small part of my brain told me not to let things escalate, but I was blind to any of that. She was a stupid slut and had to be punished. Yeah, she was a slut. And I would show the whole school. I didn't bother checking what class I was. Over time, I wondered what it would be like to be a spanker rather than a spankee.Twenty years later, I'm a maths teacher at the very school where I used to be taught. Misbehaving kids are a part of every classroom. However, there was this one girl, Georgia, who was determined to make my life hell. She would refuse to do her work, she would pelt other students with pens and be a general nuisance.Naturally, other students became pissed with her, and I was forced to take action. By the school. ” He sounded a little hoarse.I continued to slide myself back and forth along his cock. Then, without really thinking about what I was doing, I lifted myself up and pulled his cock upright under me. I lowered myself a fraction of an inch and felt the tip of his cock trying to enter me. I took a deep breath, and maybe I held it, and I lowered myself an inch further. I gasped, but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as that first time. Another inch and I was breathing quickly, but I still felt pretty. Only this time, I intended to give her none. Tonight was the night I had been waiting for: the night that I would tell her who she should be with.She came in flannel pajamas and a baggy gray T-shirt, the clothes that a girl might have borrowed from her boyfriend--a point that I had slipped into Victoria's head long ago. Vicky was always intent on her appearance. Whatever protruded her breasts and successfully cascaded her blonde curls would do--a style that opposed that of Alex's, which I often.