The Teacher's Order

“Honey, I’m home!”

My wife Victoria has just walked through the door, looking a little tired, but no less stunning than the day I married her. I hurry over to relieve her of her heavy laptop bag and the stack of files nestled in the crook of her arm, placing them on the hallway table before pulling her into a deep hug.

“Aww, did somebody miss me?” she says teasingly as she returns the hug and nuzzles into my shoulder.

“Of course I missed you, you were gone for an entire school day,” I tease back, but a frown crosses my face as I realise what time it is. “No, wait…longer than a school day. Was everything okay at work?”

“Ugh, yeah, reports are coming up so I stayed back to get through some of it. I mean, these kids are literally at a school for STEM prodigies, of course their chemistry grades are amazing, but I can’t just write the same glowing remarks for every student.” She sighs as she tucks a loose strand of her lovely auburn hair behind her ear as it escapes from her bun, but her signature smirk returns in a flash. “Besides, you know I have trouble focusing at home when you’re struttin’ around in these hot little booty shorts!” She reaches down and gives my butt a playful squeeze through the cotton of my shorts. “Your work-from-home uniform is a terrible distraction, y’know.”

“Mmm, should I be worried about you being surrounded by all those intelligent athletes wearing those tight P.E. uniforms then?” I chuckle as I lead Tori to the kitchen where I’m putting the finishing touches on dinner and pour her a glass of wine.

“Ew, they’re high schoolers, Jade!” My wife laughs that lovely laugh of hers, shaking her head at me. “Besides, even my seniors who are technically adults know better than to try and flirt their way to good grades. Not that any of them need to,” she adds coyly before taking a sip of wine.

“Nice flex, Teach, but maybe it’s not about grades,” I say, plating up the pasta and taking it to the dining table. “Maybe they’re just attracted to a mature mentor figure, who also happens to be extremely good-looking.”

Tori rolls her eyes at me. “As their mature mentor figure, I owe my students a duty of care that includes not taking advantage of them.”

My wife has known I’ve had a teacher fantasy for a while now, the full nine yards. I’m talking roleplay costumes, one of those extendable pointer things, the works, but we put it on the backburner while she was getting settled in her new, high-pressure role. I know what she’s like when she’s under the pump though, and she’s going to want something to take all of her report-writing stress out on. If I play my cards right, that something could be me…

“Well, you can take advantage of me any time, babe.” I hold her gaze as I put a piece of penne in my mouth suggestively.

Her fork is halfway to her mouth with her first bite of pasta, but she puts it back down, her hazel eyes boring into mine as she scrutinises my grinning face. “Careful now, Jade. You’ll be getting detention after dinner and no dessert with a smart mouth like that.”

“Detention with you is all the dessert I need, Mrs. Nolan.” It’s a pretty bold statement considering how much of a sweet tooth I am. Will Tori rise to the bait?

“Is that so?” She clasps her fingers together under her chin like she always does when she’s thinking, her eyes coming alive with all sorts of mischief I can only imagine (though with any luck, I won’t have to rely on my imagination for much longer). And then…

“Jade Briggs, I’m issuing you a detention for smartmouthing me and delaying my meal. Meet me in the bedroom after dinner for your one-on-one disciplining after dinner. Your safeword is…” she trails off as she casts around for inspiration, finally landing on the fruit bowl. “Bananas.”

“B-A-N-A-N-A-S,” I confirm, like the Gwen Stefani song.

“Good. Now, no more talking, you’re disrupting my carbonara curriculum.”

I eat the rest of my pasta in silent haste, barely containing my excitement. Tori takes a more leisurely approach to her food, sharing her knowledge on the scientific processes of pasta-cooking between mouthfuls. God, I love when she uses her teacher voice.

As soon as she’s done, I can hardly clear the table fast enough, haphazardly sweeping plates and cutlery into the dishwasher before giving the table a quick spray and wipe.

“Uh-uh, don’t even think about coming upstairs until those are taken care of.” Tori wags her finger at me and points to the pot and pan on the stove. She leans in close. “I need a little time to get ready anyway,” she whispers in my ear before turning heel and heading upstairs.

I nod and take my time soaping up and scrubbing the stainless steel until it’s gleaming and spotless. Then I make my way to the bedroom and take a moment to gather myself before the closed door. I’m nervous, which I think is normal before trying a new roleplay scene. I just don’t want to mess this up, for myself or my wife.

I knock on the closed door.

“Enter,” comes Tori’s voice, so I do. I know what’s waiting on the other side is something I’ve wanted for a long time, and that Tori and I trust each other to always have the other’s best interests at heart.

My wife is standing with her back to the door, one arm outstretched above her as she leans her lean figure against one of the beams of our four-poster bed, the other by her side, lightly tapping a long, leather riding crop against her ankle. She’s wearing a white collared shirt tucked into a knee-length pencil skirt that hugs her curvy waist and hips like an impossibly well-fitting glove, with backseam stockings that make her runner’s legs look longer than ever, even with only her calves visible. As my eyes follow the backseam down her legs, I see a pair of shiny black stiletto heels turn and start walking towards me. I look up and her beautiful face is framed by her red hair, cascading in glorious waves over her shoulders, and a pair of black, rectangular glasses. She switched to contacts some years ago but kept her glasses in case of emergencies. I can’t tell you how glad I am that she did, because it really put the finishing touch on her teacher outfit. As far as roleplay costumes go, it’s something that’s every bit as sexy as it is simple.

“You’re late, Briggs,” Tori tuts at me, “and you’re in violation of the uniform policy,” she adds, tugging at the front of my hoodie. “Take it off.”

I eagerly strip my hoodie off, revealing my bare breasts (because my work-from-home uniform does not involve a bra, thank you very much). Tori raises her eyebrows at me. “Very in violation of the uniform policy.” She gestures to the bed. “Take your seat.”

I sit on the edge of the bed but don’t have a chance to get comfortable as Tori swiftly pushes me onto my back with one hand. Her riding crop is suddenly resting at my collarbones and my breath catches in my throat. She starts slowly trailing the head of the crop down between my breasts, her eyes never leaving mine. She flicks it to the side and brushes the soft leather tongue in tiny circles over one of my nipples, with some light, teasing taps thrown in for good measure.

“You have so much potential, Briggs. Such a shame to see you wasting it on smartmouthing me.”

“You like my smart mouth, Teach.”

Thwack! Tori swats me like she means business, right on the nipple with practically no warmup, and it stings. I whimper, eyes clamped shut as the biting slap of the riding crop sends a thrill through me.

“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about, Briggs. Why waste all this energy on being a brat when you could just be a good girl and have – what – you – want?” She punctuates each word with a playful tap on my other nipple, which makes me want to let my head loll back in pleasure, but I resist and open my eyes to meet her sultry, unwavering gaze.

“And what is it that you think I want, Mrs. Nolan?”

“What all sweet tooths want.” She throws the riding crop aside on our pillows and begins to crawl over me until she’s straddling me with her knees on either side of my head. Her skirt must have some stretch to it because it begins to glide up her legs as she moves into position. Turns out her stockings are thigh-highs, with lacy bands encircling her luscious thighs. The sight of it makes my mouth water, which is just as well, because it’s time for…

“Dessert,” Tori whispers as she begins to slowly pull up her skirt even higher, gathering it around her waist. Her beautiful, bare pussy comes into view, already plump and slick with her arousal. I can hardly believe my luck.

“No panties, Teach? Now who’s in violation of the uniform pol-”

I don’t have time to finish my quip as Tori plants herself on my face, but I can hear her laughing to herself as she takes full control. My tongue darts out, running up and down her dripping folds in long, slow licks so I can savour the taste of her. I shimmy up slightly so I can get a better position to suck on her clit the way she likes, and I watch her eyelids flutter in ecstasy when I do just that. She pulls her shirt out of her skirt and starts unbuttoning her blouse before throwing it to the floor, revealing a lacy blue bra that contrasts beautifully against her creamy, pale skin and sets off her long, coppery waves.

“Mmm, that’s more like it. Wouldn’t you say this is a better use for that smart mouth of yours, Briggs?”

I nod my head with her clit still in my mouth, gently tugging it with my lips. I alternate between sucking and swirling the tip of my tongue around her clitoris, applying even pressure all the way around. Tori groans, deep and guttural, and runs her fingers through my hair, firmly gripping handfuls of my dark curls as she starts to grind herself ever so slightly on my face. My hands grip her toned butt and pull her into me as I lavish her with my tongue until she’s a quivering mess on top of me. Her thighs are convulsing on either side of my head, clamping tighter and tighter around me as she gets closer to her peak, but I don’t mind. She could crush my skull between her thighs for all I care, as long as before she does, I make this beautiful goddess above me feel every bit as good as she deserves.

“That’s it, baby, just like that,” Tori moans, her breath coming quick and sharp. She’s barely holding herself together now, and I could be a brat and drag this out, deny her just for a little while, but something I love even more than teasing her is pushing her over the edge of ecstasy. I move my hands from her butt to her waist, feeling her hips rock and undulate as she rolls her body, grinding harder and spreading her intoxicating juices all over my face. I stay on the course my wife has asked for, performing the exact same movements with my lips and tongue, until she unleashes a primal cry from deep within and lets go, of her day, of herself, almost paralysed with pleasure as she cums hard on my face. My fingers are digging into her hips, repeatedly raking my nails across her skin to intensify her orgasm until she finally comes down, panting like I just brought her to the brink of death and back. The French have a euphemism for orgasms, la petite mort, which translates to ‘the little death’, so maybe I did.

“So…have I been a pleasure to have in class, Teach?” I say with a smirk from between her knees, still gazing up at her. She clambers backwards to get off of me, unzips her skirt fully, and flumps onto the bed next to me in a tangle of breathless perfection.

“Shush, Briggs. Don’t ruin my afterglow here,” she laughs, eyes still closed.

“What’s in it for me? Another detention hopefully.”

“Mmm, I had something different in mind.” Tori gives me a long, passionate kiss before sliding down off the bed to kneel in front of me. Her fingers snake their way up my thighs to slowly peel off my soaking panties. “Time for some one-on-one sex education, Briggsy…”

Bring this fantasy to life with:

• JSY 5-Piece Sexy Teacher Plunging Teddy Costume
• Yiwu Faux Leather Riding Crop With Gold Tip Handle
• House of Desire Harlow  Lace Bra & Open-Rear Garter Panty Set (also available in plus-size)

Music Legs Stay-Up Lace Top Back Seam Thigh-High Stockings (also available in plus-size)