Mr. Henry 1 / for 'D'
Friends had talked you into going to the high school reunion. It wasn’t something you were terribly excited about, but it fell on a weekend off and there was little else happening.
Registration at the front desk was kind of fun. They had a tag ready with your name on it, and your yearbook photo! This little feature would help in identifying quite a few classmates, as some of them looked quite a bit different.
The ‘social hour’ was just that. Milling around, and touching base with old friends. It wasn’t just students - a few of the school staff had showed up, including the principal, who retired the same year you graduated.
There was also another familiar face.
Mr. Henry.
Mr. Henry had taught second period English, and also sparked more than a few fantasies. At the time, he seemed much older. Never mind that he was only 12 years older than most of the students he was teaching. You remembered taking a front row seat in his class, just because he was pleasant to look at. He probably was one of your first ‘older man’ crushes.
“D!” Mr. Henry smiled, and waved you over.
The years had been good to Mr. Henry. He was still striking and tall. You were met with a hug, which was probably the first time you had ever touched each other.
Small talk. It was one of the reasons you avoided reunions, and many parties in general. But it was different with Mr. Henry.
You felt yourself clench a little as he spoke. He always had a comforting but firm tone, and it was having the same impact on you now as it did in high school. You remember heading home one day after classes, and masturbating to some silly little Mr. Henry fantasy that you just could’t shake that day.
“D, you always were one of my favorites.” Mr. Henry said. “I always looked forward to seeing you in class. You were always a little on the naughty side, though.”
You blushed. Back then, you felt skinny and nerdy. Your tits were small. And what was with that hairdo in the yearbook picture?
“Naughty?” You asked, tilting your head slightly.
“Yes, D, just a bit naughty.” Mr. Henry answered, surprising you a little. “I remember one day when you undid a button or two on your top, and it was more than a little evident you were wearing a red bra.”
The red bra. You remembered buying it, and how it felt out of character. You were surprised that your Mom let you wear it, and it felt SO sexy when you did.
“Then, there was the time you had on a short skirt.” Mr. Henry recounted. “You even hiked it up a bit, and slid forward in your chair. White panties.”
Fuck. Busted. If you were blushing before, you were now turning seriously red. You were also starting to feel yourself getting more than a little damp.
Mr. Henry continued. “Back then, there wasn’t anything I could do about it. You were just a young girl in my class.”
Your eyes locked in a longer than usual pause.
“What would you wanted to have done?” You heard yourself say, breath sliding down to a choked whisper.
Mr. Henry cracked a small smile. “I think you should have been disciplined. I think a spanking might have been in order.”
A tighter clench, and a little more wetness. Was this really happening? Was he able to read your thoughts? You bent forward just a bit, wanting to hear more.
“It would have been over my lap, D. Right over my lap.” Mr. Henry continued. “The first few swats would have been more humiliating than painful. If I wasn’t getting through to you, maybe I’d have you stand and order you to bare that bottom for a ruler. Or a hairbrush. Or maybe even a cane.”
You felt more than a little hypnotized by now. You wanted to say ‘yes’, but you could only muster a slow nod of agreement.
“You have a ‘Fet’ page, don’t you, D?” Mr. Henry asked.
Yes, you did. It was one of those secret things that apparently wasn’t so secret. It was a little corner of the world you were able to cultivate your sexuality, and visit every day. You’d met new friends there. Posted private things. Pictures to shake off the inhibitions, and to excite others.
It was now evident that Mr. Henry may have seen those pictures. You wondered if HE had a page.
“D, you’re here to enjoy the reunion. Please do so.” Said Mr. Henry, writing something down on a napkin. “Here’s my address. If you feel a need for discipline, come by at 11:00 sharp after the party. It’s been good to see you.”
The rest of the reunion evening went well, and it was good touching base with old friends. Jenny and Julie, who you partied like mad with. George, who you’d dated for several months. While you were having a pleasant time, you were also distracted. Very distracted.
By 10:45, you’d wished your friends well, and began the drive over to Mr. Henry’s house.
Registration at the front desk was kind of fun. They had a tag ready with your name on it, and your yearbook photo! This little feature would help in identifying quite a few classmates, as some of them looked quite a bit different.
The ‘social hour’ was just that. Milling around, and touching base with old friends. It wasn’t just students - a few of the school staff had showed up, including the principal, who retired the same year you graduated.
There was also another familiar face.
Mr. Henry.
Mr. Henry had taught second period English, and also sparked more than a few fantasies. At the time, he seemed much older. Never mind that he was only 12 years older than most of the students he was teaching. You remembered taking a front row seat in his class, just because he was pleasant to look at. He probably was one of your first ‘older man’ crushes.
“D!” Mr. Henry smiled, and waved you over.
The years had been good to Mr. Henry. He was still striking and tall. You were met with a hug, which was probably the first time you had ever touched each other.
Small talk. It was one of the reasons you avoided reunions, and many parties in general. But it was different with Mr. Henry.
You felt yourself clench a little as he spoke. He always had a comforting but firm tone, and it was having the same impact on you now as it did in high school. You remember heading home one day after classes, and masturbating to some silly little Mr. Henry fantasy that you just could’t shake that day.
“D, you always were one of my favorites.” Mr. Henry said. “I always looked forward to seeing you in class. You were always a little on the naughty side, though.”
You blushed. Back then, you felt skinny and nerdy. Your tits were small. And what was with that hairdo in the yearbook picture?
“Naughty?” You asked, tilting your head slightly.
“Yes, D, just a bit naughty.” Mr. Henry answered, surprising you a little. “I remember one day when you undid a button or two on your top, and it was more than a little evident you were wearing a red bra.”
The red bra. You remembered buying it, and how it felt out of character. You were surprised that your Mom let you wear it, and it felt SO sexy when you did.
“Then, there was the time you had on a short skirt.” Mr. Henry recounted. “You even hiked it up a bit, and slid forward in your chair. White panties.”
Fuck. Busted. If you were blushing before, you were now turning seriously red. You were also starting to feel yourself getting more than a little damp.
Mr. Henry continued. “Back then, there wasn’t anything I could do about it. You were just a young girl in my class.”
Your eyes locked in a longer than usual pause.
“What would you wanted to have done?” You heard yourself say, breath sliding down to a choked whisper.
Mr. Henry cracked a small smile. “I think you should have been disciplined. I think a spanking might have been in order.”
A tighter clench, and a little more wetness. Was this really happening? Was he able to read your thoughts? You bent forward just a bit, wanting to hear more.
“It would have been over my lap, D. Right over my lap.” Mr. Henry continued. “The first few swats would have been more humiliating than painful. If I wasn’t getting through to you, maybe I’d have you stand and order you to bare that bottom for a ruler. Or a hairbrush. Or maybe even a cane.”
You felt more than a little hypnotized by now. You wanted to say ‘yes’, but you could only muster a slow nod of agreement.
“You have a ‘Fet’ page, don’t you, D?” Mr. Henry asked.
Yes, you did. It was one of those secret things that apparently wasn’t so secret. It was a little corner of the world you were able to cultivate your sexuality, and visit every day. You’d met new friends there. Posted private things. Pictures to shake off the inhibitions, and to excite others.
It was now evident that Mr. Henry may have seen those pictures. You wondered if HE had a page.
“D, you’re here to enjoy the reunion. Please do so.” Said Mr. Henry, writing something down on a napkin. “Here’s my address. If you feel a need for discipline, come by at 11:00 sharp after the party. It’s been good to see you.”
The rest of the reunion evening went well, and it was good touching base with old friends. Jenny and Julie, who you partied like mad with. George, who you’d dated for several months. While you were having a pleasant time, you were also distracted. Very distracted.
By 10:45, you’d wished your friends well, and began the drive over to Mr. Henry’s house.
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