𝒮𝓉𝑜𝒸𝓀𝒽𝑜𝓁𝓂 𝓈𝓎𝓃𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓂𝑒 ~𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓎𝓁𝑒𝓈

Punishment

Warnings: minor violence, strong language, inappropriate relationship between teacher and student, SMUT (spanking, protected sex,use of a restraint, oral(m receiving), sir kink), age gap (5 years).

Sydney's pov:

"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU DID THAT TO ME. YOUR SUCH A FUCKING SLUT!" Evelyn stared at me unaffected by my yelling. I can't believe she did that to me. She was supposed to be my best friend. I push her against the lockers started to get agitated. "Why would you do that to me when you knew that I liked him?" The bell rang causing other students to flock the corridors but that didn't stop are fight. "I liked him to Sydney. And come on we all know any guy would pick me other you. I'm way hotter. My palm mets Evelyn's face the force of my slap causing my hand to throb. One look at the smirk was all it took for me to see red. My fist repeatedly hit her face, people starting to form a crowd when they realise what's happening. She kicks my shin causing me to push her onto the ground, pinning her down and pummelling her face. All I can think about is the betrayal I felt when I walked in on Evelyn with her tongue down Sam's throat (the guy she knew I had been crushing on for months), how she was supposed to be my best friend but stabbed me in the back. My arm starts to ache but I don't care I keep beating the shit out of her until I feel a pair of strong arms pulling me of Evelyn. I try to resist but who ever has hold of me is to strong. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! JUST GET OVER THE FACT HE DOESN'T WANT TO BANG YOU." Evelyn lunges at me but is stopped by Mr Horan pulling her away. I finally manage to break out of the persons grip grabbing onto her ponytail. She yelps in pain before I'm being lifted into someone's arms and carried down the hall. "I AM NEVER TALKING TO YOU AGAIN YOU FUCKING MINGER." I continue to yell insults at Evelyn as I'm carried down the corridor. "Cortez the more you yell the worse this will get for you." It's then I realise that I am being carried by none other than my business teacher Mr Styles. Oh fuck.

Mr Styles opens the door to what I assume is his classroom before placing me on one of the desks and locking the door. "Just want to make sure you don't go attacking Evelyn again." That made me snort. "I'm not that dumb and she deserved it anyway." He gives me a warning glare, coming a crouching in front of me. "Don't look at me like that she really did deserve it. She knew that I had been crushing on Sam for ages but that didn't stop her from sticking her tongue down his throat. And that's not the only thing she-." I'm interrupted by Mr Styles smashing his lips on mine. I stand frozen I shock until my brain realises what's happening and I kiss back. His hands grab onto my ass making me gasp in shock allowing him to add his tongue to the hot, messy kiss. After what feels like hours we break apart gasping for air. What the fuck was that? I just kissed my business teacher. "Sydney I have a preposition for you. Obviously beating other students up is not acceptable so I'm giving you a choice in what your punishment is. I can either take you to the heads office meaning you will most likely be suspended." He lens back against the door, eyeing my body up and down. "Or you can lift up that pretty little skirt, bend over my desk and let me punish you myself." My breath hitches and panties dampen at his words. Before I can change my mind I quickly walk over to Mr Styles' desk, bunch up my skirt so it's around my waist and lean over his desk so my ass is in the air. "Good girl. I knew you would make the right decision." Even though I can't see him I can tell he's smirking. I jump slightly when I feel his nimble fingers pulling down my flimsy underwear. "What's going to happen is I'm going to take my belt and tie up your wrists so you can't move them. Then I'm gonna use my ruler to spank you. How does that sound?" I moan in response getting desperate to feel his touch. "I need your words darling." "F-fuck Sir that sounds amazing." He lets at a quite groan before undoing his belt and securing it around my wrists. I hear the clutter of him pulling something out of a pot waiting for the first hit to my bum. "I want you to count your spanks as we go. If you stop or mess up we will have to start again." I go to respond but am stop by the feeling of the ruler hitting my ass making me moan at the pleasurable sting. "One." "Good girl."