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Subject: {ASSM} Loving Teacher Part 2 (Fg, Fdom, rape, sad, ped, spank, tort)
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LOVING TEACHER: Prologue Part II
BY BACKSLASH OBERON

This story is copyright by the author and all that shit. All rights
reserved. Read at your own risk if its legal for you to do so.

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.

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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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