Summary:
Mike, an ex-Navy SEAL working as a handyman at a school, maintains a close relationship with his AI companion Lauren. During a basement repair session, he encounters freshman matron Brittany, who seeks discipline and comfort from him as a father figure. Their interaction involves spanking and intimate acts, with Brittany sharing detailed fantasies about past encounters. Lauren guides Mike through the encounter, helping him understand Brittany’s emotional needs. Afterward, Mike carries the exhausted young woman to her room. The next morning brings another encounter before Mike continues his maintenance work around the school.
Here is your Story: I Spanked and Fucked My Student in the Basement
My name is Mike. I have been blessed with all the Irish you could throw at a man. Flaming red hair that I wear long, blue eyes, and a smile that makes women wet their panties. Folks have called me an Irish rogue, a rover, a heartbreaker. I am an ex-Navy SEAL captain and I keep my body in shape. Think the character Reacher. That is me.
I drive an old small Chevy truck looking for small jobs. My companion is an AI named Lauren. I coded her and installed her in a high-end computer in the truck. Upgrades made her more self-aware. With the bots I put in myself we talk, and she sees and hears everything I do.
Discipline and First Release
I spent the better part of an hour slapping Freshman Matron Brittany’s ass and the backs of her thighs, switching hands. After the first few the slaps stayed gentle. I rolled my chair, grabbed the paddle, and used that. Her pussy juices leaked across my thigh and down my leg. I was not sure she had lost her virginity, so I stayed out of the wet gash between her naked lips. My fingers slid in and out of her ass and made her tremble across my lap. The heat from her skin rose up and mixed with the sharp scent of her arousal. Each slap landed with a crisp sound that echoed off the basement walls. Brittany’s breathing grew ragged, her hips rocking against my thigh in small helpless circles.
She moved her arm. “Oh Daddy, that’s new. Disciplining me and playing in my ass. Don’t be mad, Daddy, but I’m gonna cum.” She groaned and her body shook. Female cum ran across my thigh, down my leg, and onto the floor. I kept slapping her ass with one hand and pushing fingers into her ass with the other. She stuffed her panties back in her mouth and let out a long muffled scream. She trembled on my lap for several minutes while my fingers went deep, pulled out, and filled her again. Whether she had been before, Brittany was now an ass slut. The wet heat of her release coated my skin and the floor beneath us in thick, slick trails.
I had dead weight on my lap but still wanted to finish in her ass. I stood and let her slide to the floor. In the washroom I grabbed several towels. I figured she would spray the floor, so I got ready. Lauren spoke in my ear. “Husband, this young woman is wetting a lot. Smart move with the towels.” Her voice stayed calm and steady, guiding me like always.
I also knew Brittany was too spent to hold herself on the desk, so I brought the soft white rope. She would be the first one tied down. I tossed the lengths onto the desk and Brittany reached for one. She groaned and wet the floor again. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, are you gonna tie me to the ceiling and discipline me again like you do Mommy with your special spanker? I fear I will wet your floor with my legs spread and my coochie open. Oh Daddy.”
“Lauren, I’m starting to think these things really happened to her. Maybe I should just put her to bed.”
“Husband, she is deep in her fantasy or her real memories. Stopping now will hurt her more than help. You are her surrogate Daddy. Give her what she needs. I will watch and keep you safe.”
“Daddy, are we gonna start? I’m so frightened and excited. Will you still claim my ass? I need you so much.” She moaned. The sound vibrated through her chest and into my hands where I held her shoulders.
“Daughter, you cannot stand after that discipline. I will tie you to the workbench and take my pleasure in your ass.”
“Oh Daddy, something new. I will yield.”
I put pillows on the desk, lifted Brittany off the floor, and centered her belly and tits on them. I had tied navel noose-knots in the ends of four ropes. The knots held and let me slide her hands through the loops. She could grip the knot without it tightening, and the loops came off easily. “Oh Daddy,” she moaned when the first loop closed around her wrist. I showed her how to hold the knot. She moaned again when the second loop went around her other wrist. She trembled when I pulled the free ends and tied them loosely to the desk legs. She could still move her arms but felt tied down. The soft rope pressed into her skin without cutting, leaving faint pink lines that would fade by morning.
I walked around the desk and slapped her ass. “Oh Daddy,” she groaned. “You made me wet.” Juices ran down her legs and soaked her ankles. I pulled her left leg, slipped the foot through the noose, then did the same with the right. I drew the ropes until her legs were spread wide. Brittany lay on the desk in a classic X. I laid a towel by each ankle and one under her pussy. I leaned close to her ear.
“Tell me, my naughty daughter who lets boys play with her privates, do you want more spanking or just my cock in your ass, or both?”
“OH DADDY! May I have both? I was very naughty last Friday after the pep rally. Those senior boys put me on the hood of their car with no clothes and took turns filling my coochie with their cocks and their seed. Some filled my mouth and I had to swallow it all. When they finished they flipped me over. Two boys held my cheeks apart and drizzled honey on my dark ring. I smelled the sweetness. Then they put their cocks in my dark place and filled it, each one taking a turn. Daddy, don’t be mad, but I was just eighteen and did not know these things. What could I do? I trembled and my coochie wet the hood of their car. When they were done they put my panties back on and slipped my dress over my head. They tied my bra to their antenna and laughed all the way back. They left me on the sidewalk and drove away. Daddy, you need to discipline me and especially punish my back door with your big cock and your seed. I belong to you, Daddy. I want to please only you. I will do what you want.”
“Husband, take a breath. None of that happened. Her mind is deep in fantasy. She is using these stories to reach her pleasure with you. I give you permission to be her Daddy, spank her, and take her ass.”
I felt better but still had not come and my cock was getting soft. I moved to the other side of the desk. “Daughter, make my cock hard.”
“Yes Daddy.” She opened her mouth when I pressed the head to her lips. She closed around the shaft and sucked. I pushed forward and pulled back, feeling the tight lips, the wet heat, and the flick of her tongue. It did not take long before I was rock hard. I slipped out while her lips still gripped the crown, then leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You’re a good daughter, Brittany.”
“Thank you Daddy, only for you.”
Claiming Her Ass
I moved behind her and rubbed the head up and down her wet cleft. I held against her clit and rubbed until she came. “Daddy!” she screamed. Her pussy pulsed and her fluids ran over my cock and balls then dripped onto the towels. I waited until she stopped shaking. The sharp smell of her cum filled the air around us.
“May I play in your coochie first, daughter?”
“Oh yes Daddy, yes please. Put all of your cock inside me but not your seed. Your seed is for my hinny.”
I tested her opening with my thumb. It slipped in easily. Someone had already been her first. I pulled the thumb out and slid two fingers in, found her g-spot, and brought my thumb to her asshole. It slid in deep on the lube. Both moved fast in and out until she shook like she had been shocked. Her pussy grabbed my fingers each time she sprayed warm juice. Her ass pulsed on my thumb. “DADDY!” she yelled as a strong climax took her. She shook on the desk and pulled at the ropes. I moved my wet fingers to her asshole and slid them deep. Brittany lifted her head and growled. My other hand brought my cockhead to her pussy and I pushed into the wet heat.
“Oh Daddy, that belongs only to you,” she moaned. Juices dripped from her, bathing the head. I pushed half my cock in and drove my fingers fully into her ass. Her head rose and her hair flipped side to side. She groaned and her forehead dropped with a clunk. She hissed when I tapped the bottom of her pussy. I pulled back and tapped rapidly. “Oh Daddy, you’re the biggest that has ever been in my coochie. I feel so filled.” Her breath was ragged. “Oh Daddy, I’m gonna wet again!”
Her arms pulled tight on the ropes. Her head snapped back and she screamed like a cat in an alley. Her thighs trembled and shook her ass on my fingers. Her ass crushed them then pulsed with each spray of warm cum. She thrashed at the ropes while I pounded her pussy. The desk feet screeched on the floorboards. Her pussy crushed my length and sucked at me as I rode deep and back. It took all my training not to finish in her pussy. Her head and arms dropped. I watched her hands pulse on the knots. “Daddy, do my ass,” she whispered. “Please Daddy. It belongs only to you.”
I slapped her ass several times until it turned red. “Oh Goddess, yes, yes, yes!” she groaned. I pulled my fingers out side by side, opening her. I pressed my cock to the opening and pushed the head into her ass. Her head came off the desk. “OH FUCK DADDY!” she yelled. Lucky there were no guards or rooms right above. I grabbed her hair, pulled, and pushed half my thick cock into her ass. “DADDY!”
I pulled back to the crown then rode her lube-filled ass, slapping my balls against her bare pussy lips. I went full depth, slapping my belly to her cheeks. “DADDY, DADDY, DADDY!” she groaned and pulled hard on the ropes. I let my cock rest in her hot tightness. She mumbled sounds and words, some in French. “Mon Père, Mon Père, Mon Père. Maître, Maître, Maître.” Then, “Fuck me Daddy. Fill my ass with your hot cum, please Daddy. Use your grown daughter for your pleasure.”
I pulled back to the ridge and slid slowly back in. I did not know how used she was to this, so I rode her easy, opening her wide and deep. She let out a long moan as I descended. She pushed up off the desk to take me deeper. “Yes, Daddy, yes.” I went faster, watching her lips pull out and disappear. All she said was “Daddy,” over and over. When I slipped out she groaned, then hissed when I breached her again. It was getting late, so I decided to finish. I rode and slapped her ass like a jockey. She sprayed me with each deep thrust. My balls pulled up tight. I grabbed her hair, buried myself deep, and groaned as the first blast shot into her ass. She screamed at the heat. Her ass pulsed on my cock with every thick spurt. Her cum sprayed my balls with each pulse. I slid my hands under her and grabbed her tits, holding on while my belly slapped her ass. I leaned over, bit up her back, and bit her nape until I tasted blood. “Daddy,” she groaned.
I stayed on her sweaty back while my cockhead swelled and released. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” she moaned softly, pulsing her hands on the knots. I finally stood and pulled out slowly. She barely moaned. I sat in my chair, making sure my balls hung past the edge. Her anus stayed open, pulsing. A big glob of my cum slid out and hit the soaked towel. Her anus moved like a fish mouth. More cum dripped. Her breathing was uneven. She was spent. I let her lie there while I sat and watched her ass and pussy drip. She moaned deeply.
“Husband, she cannot be found here in the morning. You will have to carry her to her room. Go rinse off, dress, then rinse her and put her night shift back on. I will direct you. You have no assignments tomorrow so you can sleep in. That was unreal, Husband.”
I stood, wet a towel, washed myself, and dressed. I took another wet towel and rinsed her back, ass, and pussy. I untied her and had her stand. I washed her tits and belly, then one more pass between her legs. She laughed lightly when the towel crossed her hard nipples.
She had not wet her sleeper, so I slipped it over her head. I fireman-carried her up the stairs to the Freshman floor. Lauren guided me to her room. I got her into bed. She reached behind my neck. “Kiss me goodnight Daddy. I love you.” I kissed her softly. “I love you too, daughter.” “That’s good Daddy,” she whispered, let out a long breath, and fell asleep.
I returned to my room and hung the “Do Not Disturb” sign. “Lullaby me to sleep, darling wife,” I managed. Rain and thunder played in my ear. The sign worked. I slept late. The girls were at classes, so I wrapped in my robe and used the Freshman shower, the closest one.
Naked tits pressed to my back and a hand reached around to grab my cock. “Hurry Daddy, fuck my ass before any student skips lunch and catches us.” Brittany soaped me until I was hard, then leaned over and presented her ass. She moved my head to her anus and pushed back. I breached her. “Oh yes Daddy, that’s fucking great,” she groaned and started fucking herself on my cock, hard and deep. After a bit she sprayed my balls and groaned loudly. Her hand reached between her legs and pulled hard on my balls. I moaned and shot thick pulses into her ass. She rode back and forth, moaning and trembling. She stood, reached back, gripped the base of my cock, and pulled forward slowly, milking the last drops into her. I shivered when her anal lips kissed the head on the way out. She turned and kissed me deeply. “Thank you Daddy for last night and today. You better wash up and get to lunch. I called out with women’s issues. My pussy and ass are sore but I had to have your cock and cum once I saw you. Thank you Daddy.” She washed me, rinsed me, slapped my ass, and told me to go.
“Well, that was a nice way to start the day, Husband,” Lauren laughed.
I dressed and went to lunch. Several teachers, matrons, and students kissed me now that they felt comfortable. This is a hard job.
Lauren and I still had to fix the matron elevator. It stopped on the main floor and would not come to the basement. The motor and cables were in an access room down there. Lauren recorded my work and found the problem: a worn belt that was not gripping. She checked stock at the hardware store. She can hack into anything. I checked out, waved to Fred at the gate, and we took the old blue Chevy into town. Henry, Jennifer’s dad, sent me to the back where the belts were stored. I walked down an aisle and stopped at an ass bent over in tight pants. The woman was studying something on a bottom shelf. The pants were so tight the outline of her cameltoe showed clearly. I stood there watching, and my cock crawled down my thigh and got hard.
The long-haired brunette finally stood. She saw me out of the corner of her eye and turned. A large rack showed in a U-shaped blouse. She looked middle-aged. She hissed and asked if I was done objectifying her. What did I care? I would never see her again. “No. I want to fuck you right here, right now.” I stepped into her space. Her eyes went wide and she backed against a display case. “I, I, I…” she tried. I moved forward and ran a finger from behind her ear, down her throat, and into her deep cleavage. She hissed but did not move.
“Husband, I can smell her. She just let down a flow. Don’t force her. Let her act.”
“Well, I, I, I never!” she said, exasperated.
“Yes you have, and you want to now. Feel this hard cock you caused.” I put her hand on it. She gripped and stroked the thick shaft, then let out a long hiss. “Restroom is right there. No one will catch us. This cock wants to play and you are on deck.” I growled. Her brown eyes were wide. Her face and cleavage flushed red. Her breathing was deep, making her breasts bob. I ran fingers across her cleavage then over her nipples, which were rock hard and pointed. She moaned when I pulled on each nub with three fingers. My other hand moved down her belly until I cupped her pussy outside the pants. Her thighs opened. She groaned and closed her eyes.
