Teach me, daddy

Chapter 8 - Pleasuring me

Chapter 8 - Pleasuring me

Maria’s POV:

A week passed by and I stayed away from the headmaster also known as James Black, that was his name and Monica told me. She also told me a few more things about him that he wasn’t the headmaster of the school until four years ago. It was his father who ran the school and he was way more strict than James. His father created rules and punishments that ruined some girls mental health. Parents were afraid of sending their kids here and only certain bad girls were thrown here so they can be good.

Everything was harsh! Girls weren’t allowed to party or do anything. This school than was the most popular among parents who wanted to get rid of their children for a while or maybe teach them manners. I was surprised and shocked to learn that all. Monica also mentioned discipline classes that were carried out at evenings during that time. Lectures were given about respect, obeying and being a nice girl. In some cases, public punishments were given too by the headmaster then.

I also learned that Monica’s parent enrolled her in this school because Monica was apparently very rude and ignorant to her family. But as she told, the headmaster changed four years before and Mr. Black softened the school system but he kept everything same.

For the most part, I didn’t give much thought to it because it was my final year in high-school. I needed to get a good report by the end of the year and that’s it, nothing else was important to me. With the help of a good report, I’ll be able to get a scholarship and get accepted in a good university and that way I pursue further studies.

That was my little dream.

I struggled so hard my entire life and I wasn’t going to let it go to waste just because I got a few feelings for the headmaster. Now, they were gone.

Also, I assumed the headmaster helped me with solving the problem with the math teacher because she no longer punished me. I stayed far away from any kind of punishments because I wanted a good behavior score by the end.

After I finished my fourth class with Amber, we walked out and roamed around the large hallways for a bit. Girls were walking here and there, some were in groups, some were sitting down and some were even eating in the hallways.

“So what's your next class?” Amber asked.

“Business Studies, it’s at 1 PM so I’ll see you at lunch,” I replied to Amber.

“Okay! See you,” She said before walking away. We all had taken different subjects. I took commerce, math, English, French, and literature while Amber and Nat took science. The only class we all were together was French as we had the same teacher for it.

I went to my locker, opened it and pulled out my Business books, held them in one hand and walked away. The class wasn’t going to start until half-hour so I had to end up in the library.

I sighed and walked towards the end of the hallway, it was a small library surrounded around empty classes and girls didn’t really come here unless they were nerds.

But today there was something else happening in front of the library. The librarian was talking to the headmaster. He was wearing a black suit, his hands were behind his back and he was deeply engaged in the conversation until I stopped walking.

I clutched my book tighter to my hip as he looked up to me.

“Thank you, I’ll talk to you later then.” The headmaster said to the librarian, she smiled and walked back inside the library without noticing me. And he came to me, grabbed my wrist and pushed me inside an empty white classroom.

“Excuse me,” I trailed off as he locked the classroom door in front of me, the headmaster then continued to pull down the blinds so no one could see us.

Then he turned back to me, approached me with a hint of lust in his eyes, I took a step back every time he stepped forward. There was something scary about him. I stopped when my ass touched the corners of the table. I placed my hands on either side as he trapped me.

“Running away from me?” He asked, leaning down to some. His unusual movements and sharp words startled me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and replied, “No,”

I lied, of course.

Mr. Black was tempted, it blatantly appeared on his face but I wasn’t giving in this time, I wasn’t going to act desperate. I already had embraced myself way too much.

However, he didn’t stop there, he came closer to me and I jumped back. His sudden moves begin to trap me in this gigantic classroom.

“Really?” Mr. Black asked in the same exact tone that he had used a week earlier.

My body was squeezed beneath the table and his body which was almost touching mines. I placed my hand on his bulked chest and gently pushed him away.

“I’m late to my classes, sir,” I stated as I tried to walk away with the book still in my hand.

But no mercy was shown.

Mr. Black grabbed my hand and slammed me back to where I was standing, he snatched the book off my hands and threw it behind me, on the table. It landed safely, no damage down but I needed to escape.

“I don’t care,” He smiled. “Now, where were we? Hmm, yes, what happened the last time?” He asked and acted like he didn’t know what happened the last time.

I slid away from the table and replied, “It was a mistake, I don’t know what happened, I’m sorry, sir.”

He grabbed my arm and pushed me back again. “Ah, mistakes don’t happen, little girl.” He stated.

Fuck.

My eyes dropped down to the ground and I questioned, “What do you want from me?”

“I..” He paused, spun me around to the other side and pushed me down on to the table. He quickly grabbed my both hands before I could get up. He placed them on my back. I heard my breathing hasten as my skirt was picked up.

He squeezed my ass tightly and then slapped it hard. It didn’t hurt as much as the belt did but it still did. I closed my eyes tightly and winced when he spanked me.

“Want to know…” Another slap. “The truth…” another slap from him and a sob from me. “Do I excite you, little girl?” He asked before landing another slap on my sore butt cheeks.

Instead of answering, I tried to move my body away from his but I failed miserably.

“Answer, Maria!” He yelled. Then came another slap.

“No, sir.” I replied with a shaken and a terrified voice.

“I don’t like liars,” Mr. Black stated. Instead of slapping me, his hand went down to my lady part and he rubbed it there. Instantly, I jumped but he had strained me so I couldn’t move.

My eyes widened as he started rubbing me faster. I forced broken breaths out of my lungs, even breathing was now hurting me. I felt my stomach and my insides clench upon his touch.

What was he doing to me?

My legs felt wobbly as I felt a rush of excitement on the area where he was rubbing me.

“Stop,” I begged. I didn’t want him to stop. But this was completely wrong. He was touching me where it is forbidden to be touched. My mother told me to never allow anyone to touch me here.

“Tell me the truth,” He said.

I held my breath and closed my eyes. “Yes, yes, you excite me,” I stated the truth.

And then he stopped. The feeling of something left unfinished stayed in my body for the rest of the day. I missed the business class as I wasn’t stable enough to attend it. Whatever he had done to me, confused me.

Did I like it? I did very much like the feeling of his hand touching my lady parts. I never knew that something like this would spark crackers in my stomach.

That feeling.

Just expected, I could get it off my mind. I was confused and miserable. By the end of the day, I wanted to be touched by the headmaster again but that wasn’t possible in any way.

I went to my bedroom early. Opened up my laptop and searched about what he did to me.

I never thought about s*x and I actually hated it, it was gross to me, seeing my own lady parts were gross so I couldn’t even imagine seeing another man’s. I dropped science because I didn’t want to learn about s*x and my mother laughed when I said that too her.

It was just gross.

But what I felt today morning wasn’t that gross. Instead, that was breathless and exciting.

I opened up google and started searching up from terms and things.

‘Rubbing’

I erased that off as it didn’t make any sense.

‘How to rub?’

What? With coconut oil. Needed to change that too.

‘How can I rub myself and feel hot?’

Nope, this wasn’t going to work out. I slammed the laptop close and kept it aside. How was I ever going to learn what happened? I wanted to try it again and again but who was going to tell me about it?

Mr. Black.