Teach Me, Daddy

Chapter 13

I stayed up a little past 11, texting Mr.Porter. We were texting about the day that we had just had and about our encounter with Ms.Tesfaye. When I had zoned out, she had asked who I was. He explained that I was his girlfriend and that I was extremely shy and exhausted from the day I had at work. He promised that she'd be able to meet me soon, of course, that wasn't going to happen.

Before Mr.Porter so rudely reminded me that it was my bedtime, I asked him to pick me up from my house on his way to school. He said of course and that I should be ready by 5 in the morning. I was going to be so tired. Before going to sleep, I went to my mom's room and explained that a friend would be picking me up early for school so we could study for a test we had. I hated lying to my mom, but I needed to. There was no way that I could explain to her that I was in some type of relationship with my teacher. Especially since I had no idea what to call us.

She kissed my cheek before I headed back upstairs and into my room. It took a while before I could go to sleep. I just kept thinking about him spanking me in the middle of a parking lot earlier. He only smacked my butt five times, but it was five more times than anyone else had ever spanked me. I'm not sure how I felt about it. Thinking about it now made my stomach turn with excitement, but it made my heart pound with discomfort. Maybe that's how it was meant to be. Excited that he had touched me in such a demanding way, demanding that I behave myself. But also uncomfortable that he had spanked me, it was supposed to be a disciplining act, not a good one. So maybe my emotions did fit the situation.

Soon after, my mind had wondered other places. It had ventured into his classroom where I suddenly found myself begging him to fill me with pleasure. His fingers touching me and circling my clit and then being inside of me. I had never been so aroused in my entire life. I felt so wet, like I would just stand up and my core would just start to drip down my leg.

My hand began to slip underneath my underwear and touch my bare skin. I inched my fingers down and let my middle finger rest on my clit, before slowly moving it in small circles. I closed my eyes as my cold fingers fought away the warmth of my skin. A relaxing feeling overcame my lower regions as I moved my finger faster. But then I remembered a rule. I wasn't to touch myself unless I was given permission. It was already some time after 11 and I wasn't supposed to be up anymore. There was no way I could ask without getting in trouble.

So I fought the urge to satisfy myself and settled into bed to fall asleep. Of course, that was harder than it sounded and took me about half an hour to finally be comfortable enough to get some sleep.

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When I woke up to my alarm for 5 in the morning, I was beyond tired. I felt like I had bags under my eyes so large that my eyes had begun to sag in their sockets. I didn't want to get out of bed, but I had to. Since I took a shower last night, I just brushed my teeth in the sink and then continued with getting ready for the day. I got myself into the outfit that he bought me just yesterday and put on a pair of Adidas shoes. I straightened my hair and then curled it so big lose ribbon curls fell down my back.

I checked myself out in the mirror, and I had to admit that I had never felt so cute or young in my life. I sat on the floor and took pictures in front of my full-length mirror. I giggled at how adorable I felt. I then got up and applied makeup. As usual, I only applied highlight and mascara, but it was enough to make my features pop and stand out. I looked like a model. I hoped Mr.Porter thought so too.

I didn't feel like eating, I was too nervous. I really hoped he thought I looked really good in this outfit because I felt like the most adorable girl in this whole world. I sat in front of my mirror at my desk and just stared at myself until I had belittled myself so much, I felt like I looked terrible. Before I could change my mind my phone dinged. I checked it and it was Mr.Porter saying he was here.