She stepped onto the school bus and peered into the shadows. It was even darker in here then outside, the long shadows of midnight making the inside of the bus seem somehow sinister. She had expected him to be here, he had told her to meet him here at midnight exactly and yet, she was alone inside the bus.
She moved down the aisle until she reached the back of the bus and made sure the seat was dusted and clean. Her schoolgirl skirt wasn't in danger of getting dirty, the dark green plaid was almost impervious to stains but, the white satin panties under it and the white thigh high frilly stockings with the pretty bows. . .those were toast if dirt got them. Satisfied it was clean, she sat down and put her purse on the seat next to her and waited.
After 5 minutes she began to fidget and at 10 she began to become annoyed. She peered out the window but saw only the other buses parked in the yard; she couldn't even see her car from here. She took out the scrap of paper with the bus number written on it to make sure she was on the right bus and found the writing illegible in the shadows. Fishing in her purse she grasped her lighter and flicked it, her eyes stunned for a second and then adjusting. Yes, she was on the right bus. She looked around rather annoyed at what seemed like some miscommunication.
Fishing in her purse again she withdrew her pack of cigarettes and took one out. For a moment she paused, knowing smoking was not allowed on public buses but then she laughed. Like who was going to give a shit, she was alone. She flicked the lighter again and placed the cigarette between her lips and drew a deep drag. The smoke got in her eyes and she sat back, blowing out a great cloud in the dark. The smoke writhed as though alive in the still air, the shadows almost giving it a life of it's own as it drifted. She took another drag and began to flick her finger nails together as she peered out the window, her patience rapidly waning.
It was then she felt the bus shift and heard footfalls on the stairs. She looked up to the front and saw a figure entering the bus. It was him. She was about to say a wise comment about his timing when she stopped. He stepped up into the center of the bus and looked at her sternly, his arms crossing across his chest and his eyes narrowed. He was dressed in a grey suit and tie, the inexpensive type you see public servents wearing often...
"Miss Barnes." He said in a low, warning tone.
She was caught off guard for a second, not understanding the game yet but the tone of his voice and his purposeful steps towards her made her heart jump. Whatever the game was, it had started.
"Miss Barnes . . . are you not aware that smoking on the bus . . . smoking in any way by one of our students is strictly and totally prohibited?" He strode up to her and grasped the cigarette out of her hands and held it up to her face.
"Were you not aware of this rule young lady?" He demanded.
She opened her mouth to reply and smoke billowed out. "Ahhhh Ha!" He exclaimed and tossed the cigarette to the floor and stepped on it. "You have been very naughty Miss Barnes. . . .This is grounds for expulsion!" He said with a haughty tone.
"I. . ." She tried to look innocent. "I . . . was . . . holding it for someone else." She said.
"Holding it. . . ." He rolled his eyes in disbelief. "I hardly think so . . . you were smoking!" He accused.
"No. . .I. . . ." She stammered.
"Don't lie to me young lady, you're only making it worse on yourself!"
"I. . ." She began to pout. "I'm sorry."
"Too late for that . . . I'll have to call your parents." He waved away her pout.
"No!" She squealed.
He turned away from her and began to make his way forward on the bus.
"Please sir." She begged him and chased after.
"Pretty please . . . I can't be kicked out . . . pleaaaasseee." She caught his arm and he turned to her suspiciously. "I just can't . . . I'll . . . I'll do anything to keep from being kicked out." She gave him a smile and wiggled her head just enough for her pig tails to swing.
"I don't know Miss Barnes . . . this is serious." He contemplated her offer. "And how am I to know you won't just go back and do it again as soon as I am gone?"
"I promise sir . . . I promise. . ." she gave him her best innocent girl smile.
"I'm sorry Miss Barnes . . . but you must be punished." He stated flatly.
"Ummmm......" She tried to figure out what else to say.
"Unless. . . ." He let the word fade away in deep thought.
"Unless what sir?" She popped to attention.
"Unless we can handle this thing just between you and I." He said, stroking his chin and thinking.
"Oh yes . . . yes . . . that's it . . . just between us. . ." She clapped and smiled.
"I don't know . . . it's highly irregular and. . . How am I to know it will stay between you and I?" He regarded her suspiciously.
"I promise, promise, promise." She made the cross her heart motion. "Just between us . . . anything."
He nodded and looked at her and squinted one eye a little more then the other and looked at her. She smiled and swung her pigtails and sweet and innocently as she could.
"You must understand . . . this is very . . . very, very serious." She nodded. "And the punishment must be serious as well." She nodded. "OK . . . this is against my better judgment but . . . we'll try." She squealed and hugged him.
"Turn around now Miss Barnes." He ordered her.
She turned and he pushed her forward over one of the seats until her ass was sticking out. Reaching down he grabbed her skirt and lifted it up over her hips. She turned and looked shocked.
"You said anything Miss Barnes . . . second thoughts?" He asked and she shook her head no. "Good." He said and waited for her to turn back around.
She leaned forward once again and felt his fingers playing under the elastic band of her panties, feeling the smooth satin material. Then he pulled at them, gently but firmly. Then the fingers of his other hand slipped under the waist band and he began to slide them down off her ass. As he pulled them over her ass cheeks, his fingers rubbed and tickled against her and he made approving Mmmm sounds. He pulled them down to mid thigh and then stepped back to admire her ass.
"You must understand Miss Barnes, I take no pleasure in this . . . this is strictly to help you understand the gravity of your transgression." He said and she heard his belt being undone. "This hurts me as much as it hurts you Miss Barnes."
She nodded and braced herself. The first strike was a trial swing, not that hard at all but it still made her squeal a little. The second one was much harder, the leather slapping across her bare ass cheeks and making her buck up against the pain. His hand grabbed her pig tails and pushed her back down over the seat and he struck a third time, hard and stinging across both cheeks at once.
"Don't you fight me Miss Barnes; this is for your own good. You've been very, very naughty." The fourth slap was across just her left cheek so that the tip hugged into her crack and spread her open just for a second. "Now take it like a good girl." He said and struck the right ass cheek with a hard slap.
She didn't struggle; his grasp was way too firm for that. The belt struck again and again and her ass was exploding with pain. The pain was causing her pussy to drip in hunger as he kept spanking her harder and harder. Each strike made her wetter and wetter, the burning in her ass making her wiggle and tremble.
She was crying and trying to push back into the strikes as they landed until her legs began to buckle. It was brutal, hard belting; her ass was red and purple with welts rising on it. And still he did not stop. He kept her braced against the seat to give her another three whacks before allowing her to slump down. His breathing was ragged and a slight sweat beaded his brow. As he spoke, his breath was ragged and voice growling.
"Now . . . you see? You see what you've made me do?" He said caressing her ass. "Such a pretty ass and I have to mark it and make you cry because you just cannot be good can you?"
She nodded and said in a tiny voice, "I'll be good."
"I hardly think so." He accused and then reached down between her ass cheeks and slid his fingers into her sloppy wet slit and penetrated her pussy. "Look at this!" He said and fucked into her pussy with two fingers. "Look at this! Even as you are getting punished. . . .You . . . you shameful little girl . . . you were thinking dirty things!" His voice ragged and filled with outrage.
"I'm sorry. . . ," she pleaded.
"Not good enough this time. . . .Not good enough at all!" He said and then pushed her so she was actually over the seat, ass sticking in the air and legs slightly parted, held together by the panties around her thighs. "I have never seen such a display. . ." He smacked her ass cheek with his open hand and she squealed. "Never!" He slapped it again. She cried out and tried to move. "Don't you move young lady . . . don't you move an inch!"
His hand smacked her ass again hard and then grabbed her cheek and spread her open. Her pussy was dripping wet by now and he rubbed her lips together up and down a few times.
"I am just shocked!" He slapped her other ass cheek with his other hand and then grabbed that cheek too and spread her wide open. "This is just . . . just. . ." He was at a loss for words.
She moaned as he rubbed her lips together, making the wet slipperiness ooze and drip from her. "Just . . . just such a dirty, dirty, dirty girl."
"Yes sir . . . I am . . . I am dirty." She growled back in a hungry voice. "Very, very dirty." She confirmed.
"Yes . . . you . . . you wanted me to see this didn't you?" he demanded.
"Yes." She nodded wildly. "Yes."
"You wanton little slut . . . you were trying to temp me weren't you?" She nodded even more wildly and ground her hips in his grasp.
"I'll show you . . . I'll show you what little sluts get around here." He growled.
He let go of one ass cheek and then she heard the zipper, it was a sound that made her body tremble. Her ass, still on fire and her dripping pussy ached. Then she felt the head of his big cock against her quivering lips. He pushed into her with one long hard stroke until his cock rammed in full force and she squealed.
"Don't you squeal . . . the first time always hurts . . . this is what we do to sluts . . . this is." He fucked into her brutally hard and she cried out. Her pussy was on fire and she was starting to cum. Each thrust made her body convulse and burn hotter.
"This is what we do to sluts." he spanked her as he fucked her, his hand lighting up her ass cheeks as his cock rammed deeper and deeper and faster and faster into her pussy.
She screamed and he grabbed her hair and pulled her back onto his cock harder. He was grunting and moaning with each thrust, fucking her so fast and so hard she could barely breathe. "Little sluts get fucked!" He growled and slammed in hard.
"That what you wanted?" She couldn't answer and he didn't wait for one, he slapped her ass and buried his cock in even harder. "This what you wanted?" He slammed his cock in until his balls slapped against her clit.
She felt like her entire body was spilling out of her pussy. She couldn't stop cumming and her head was feeling dizzy from being drooped upside down and then being fucked that hard. She was feeling the bus spin all around her when he pulled his cock out and pulled hard on her pig tails.
He pulled her up and then pushed her down to her knees in front of him. His suit pants were soaked from her pussy and his big fat cock hung out the fly right in front of her face, dripping her cum from the head.
He pushed it forward and pressed it into her mouth and began to slide it in and out of her lips, the shaft was twitching and throbbing as he slid it into her throat.
"Don't scream." he panted and slid it in until she couldn't breathe. "Be a good girl . . . be good." He growled and slid it back out until just the head was in her mouth.
She sucked and tongued his cock as he face fucked her fast, his breathing ragged gasps as he neared orgasm. He tightened his grip on her hair until it was painful and then dropped his head back and groaned. His cum came in huge blasts, filling her mouth and then spurting out the sides. More and more cum spewed and oozed all over her . . . he kept face fucking her as he emptied his balls into her mouth and on her face. "Dirty little girl . . . dirty. . ." He growled over and over.
She sucked as much as she could, draining him and swallowing as much as she could get into her greedy mouth. Her own body as still shaking from orgasms . . . she could feel her cum dripping down her legs as his dripped down her face.
Finally he pulled his cock out and kept it in front of her face for her to lick clean. He looked down at her and released her hair, allowing her to slump back onto the floor. Nodding, he reached down and tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up again. He rubbed his hands together and picked up his belt, still breathing hard.
"I believe you have learned your lesson Miss Barnes." he said and she nodded.
"I believe we can consider this matter closed." He straightened his tie and coat. "And this will stay just between us." He nodded to her and turned to leave, walking slowly down the aisle and then out of the bus.
She stayed there on the floor, slumped on the rubber mat, trembling from cumming for a while longer before standing and pulling her panties back up. Her pussy was so wet they were soaked immediately and she quivered at the feeling of wet satin rubbing all over. Another small orgasm rocked her and she closed her eyes until it was through with her. She pulled her skirt down and picked her purse up with a shaky hand.
She made her way down the aisle to the stairs and then carefully stepped down and off the bus. She looked around but he was gone again. She paused and got her bearings and walked through the rows of buses to where she parked and then into her car. Looking back, she watched the dark buses until her hands stopped shaking and then started the car. Reaching into her purse, she took out a cigarette and her lighter and lit it and took a long deep draw. Somehow, it felt so much dirtier now; she enjoyed it so much more. She took another drag and french inhaled the smoke, grinning, hoping she'd get caught.