"The Favorite"

Hello Mija and Readers,

Here's my story (and official delurk):

"the favorite"
by graham

Despite her inscrutable face, Ms. Lauchlan was the sort of teacher whose secrets were common property. We all knew she came from money and had emigrated from England last year. Everyone heard the strange sounds coming from her office and knew she imported more than just British spellings from the old country. Everyone knew she was the hardest teacher at school. Everyone knew I was her favorite.

I was a good girl. Sure, I accented my uniform with sneakers and an eyebrow piercing, but I got straight A's. I was first to volunteer whenever Ms. Lauchlan needed after-school assistance. Okay, I could've been more subtle. The thing is, I don't usually go for blondes. But Ms. Lauchlan had a sexy accent, she was smart, she was an authority figure, she curved in all the best places and had a way of rolling up her white shirtsleeves...Ahem.

I couldn't help myself. I schemed for Ms. Lauchlan to catch me tampering with some private files. And everyone knew what happened if Ms. Lauchlan caught you.

She just looked at me. A penetrating, disappointed, resolved stare. "Come into my study, Graham."

I followed her, certain my knees had morphed into yogurt.

She locked the door. Told me she was disappointed, that I had to be punished. I was distracted by her hips, her arms, the dispassionate ice in her voice.

"Do you understand, Graham?"

"Yes, Ms. Lauchlan."

"Remove your knickers, lift up your skirt, and bend over my desk."

Knickers? Really? I would've laughed, but I was busy not fainting. I obeyed, peeking over my shoulder to see her draw a long, black cane like a sword from her shelf. I stared at her desk, concentrating all my frenzied molecules on breathing. Then:

"Count them."

I can't remember which I registered first--the sickening crack or fire paving my flesh. I felt thousands of dancing devils invading the red roadways. I stifled all sounds besides my ragged counting, quietly shedding tears. Other parts of me were wet as well.

She laid on six. My backside felt like the goddamn 4th-of-July fireworks, but it was the hottest moment of my pathetic queer virgin 18-year-old existence. I bit my lip til I drew blood.

It ended. I didn't move. I was so overwhelmed, I didn't hear her approaching. My inner organs contracted simultaneously as I realized she was leaning over me. She whispered:

"Oh, did I make you cry?" Her thumb gently traced a tear's path down my cheek. "Perhaps I can make it better." Then her lips were on mine, and basically, the earth exploded. She pushed me up on her desk, and I nearly yelped as the wood reignited the fresh welts, but she caught my scream with her kiss and drove her fingers up another path entirely.

As she fucked me, and I dug my nails into her shoulders with an almost angry hunger, she said:

"I hope you've learned your lesson. Now everyone should know I don't play favorites."

the end

While on the surface, this story is just a simple, school spanking story, it is way more than that. It has the form and trappings of that genre, but is a mixture of that and a hot, sexy adult story. I liked the way the writing shifted back and forth from ordinary descriptive words to hot, nasty language. I'm not sure that it fits in the adult category, but it has adult overtones. In short, I really liked this story. It set my imagination ablaze.

Excellent use of narrative to paint a picture for the reader. I could see the young woman's rebellious, "different" personality in the descriptions and in her thoughts. And the story ... it was young love with a twist, and what a twist! Quite frankly, I found the ending hot. The raw sexiness, without any fluff or niceties of doe-eyed miss falling for her teacher, had me squirming in my chair. Yeah, I liked this.

Even though this well-written story is thoroughly erotic from the start, I did not see the end coming. It's quite a sizzler! The voice is spot-on that of a horny teen and entirely convincing. The author showed wit and savvy in delivering some winning lines. A few of my favorites:

"(She) had a way of rolling up her white shirtsleeves...Ahem."

". . . my knees had morphed into yogurt."

"I would've laughed, but I was busy not fainting."

" I stared at her desk, concentrating all my frenzied molecules on breathing."

"I felt thousands of dancing devils invading the red roadways."

The last line is quite amusing, and I loved the lust that runs amok throughout the story. It is both sexy and funny - a delightful combination.

H-o-t - hot. My goodness *fanning myself* I've not read many good variations on the school girl theme and this was excellently done. A bit confusing in the beginning as to whether or not the student was a boy or a girl with the name, however, the story works, and in under 500 words as well. I'd advise the author to use spelling and grammar check as well as rereading next time though as the grammatical errors are juvenile.

This story is dark, and not because of the post-caning actions of the teacher. The narrator seems almost angry though with whom we don't really get to see. There was a roughness in the telling that made it feel both choppy and yet some how realistic.

I can't say I liked this story especially (my kink is more toward more traditional school girl stuff and less about manipulation for spankings) and yet I read it at a breathless pace and then re-read it enjoying it more on a second read. I wanted to find out more about this passionate girl and where she ends up. I suspect that means that she's an interesting creation.