The two desperate lovers spent a good part of the night trying to come up with a workable plan to salvage their reputations in the small town in which they lived and worked, and their careers too. The other part of the night was spent wantonly fucking, both in residual heat from their experiences earlier, and just to make themselves feel better. They had started dating a year ago, and found that beneath their conservative exteriors, so acceptable to the School Board and the community pillars where they lived, they shared many secret things. The first of these was a powerful libido, that they both could with difficulty keep under wraps. The second was their interest in, or even obsession with, voyeurism. Both had secret collections of X-rated videos, which centered on kinky amateur productions. And third was their love of risky sex. It had started fairly safely, with a few hot sessions in the school building after everyone had left. But that thrill wasn't sufficient, so gradually they had taken more chances, even making love during school hours once or twice. It was Pam who overheard girls gossiping and found the location of Lover's Lane, and the activities that went on there. And it was she that had spurred the first careful expedition to go and see what was there. The result was a combination of both lovers' two biggest sexual kicks into one convient local vacation package, available on any warm night. Frequently, there was nothing to see, but often you could hear sounds of passion in the darkness, and that was exciting. And on moonlit nights, if you wandered carefully through the trees you could get glimpses of horny teenagers making love without inhibitions. Then you could do it yourself right there, running the exciting risk of being discovered by students from your school. But they were careful, and the risks were minimal, until they got careless that fatal last night. The plan was simple. They were betting that since it had been late, neither teen had been able to phone any friends, but were surely on tiptoe to tell their buddies about what they saw Mr. Sullivan and Miss Roberts doing in Lover's Lane. So John checked the bus schedule and found that Gilbert rode bus 56, so he was to intercept him getting off the bus and have a private talk, threatening to tell his parents if word ever got out about what he saw. Pam's job was to handle Kristy, and that was much tougher. She was a mature and manipulative young lady, as Pam knew. She didn't have a reputation to lose, or parents who would punish her. She was a senior and graduating in three weeks, and would be beyond any paltry power they had to punish her then anyway. And any attempt to threaten the girl that didn't work would backfire and they'd both be fucked for sure. So John did his part, getting Gilbert into his private office and having a heart-to-heart. It was easy; the boy was terrified that his strict religious parents would find out he'd given Kristy more than a peck on the cheek last night and would skin him alive and feed him to the alligators. It wasn't even necessary to threaten -- Gilbert was as fearful as they were that Kristy would have it all over the school, and he'd be sucked in. He'd begged her to keep quiet but she wouldn't promise. Pam's interview with Kristy didn't go so well. She lurked in the parking lot all morning, and corralled Kristy when she drove up to school. Taking her in a private counselor's office, she closed and locked the door behind them. Her strategy was not to threaten, which would not work, but to befriend the girl and try to enlist her as a co-conspirator in keeping silent. A slim chance, but if it didn't work she and John could move to the west coast and change their names. "Kristene," she began, using the girl's formal first name, "we both know what happened last night, and we both know that it doesn't reflect creditably on either of us." Oh god, she thought, how professional I sound. No way to befriend a teenager. The girl was silent and suspicious. School officials were not her favorite people. "We both were engaged in reckless behaviour. First of all, I wanted to call you in here to let you know how concerned I am for your welfare." Kristy said nothing, but her expression said "Yeah, right.". Pam plowed on. "And of course I'm also concerned about mine. It's no secret that if this got out around school neither of us would look good." Kristy finally spoke up. "I'm on the pill." she said. The adult in the room suddenly had a sinking feeling. She knew. She knew we were there listening to her make him cum in her. She and Gilbert didn't just come up on them fucking in the car, they also knew John and her were peeping toms. The little bitch knew and kept quiet and kept right on doing it. She began thinking of how much it would cost to put though a name change procedure, and move her belongings to the Bay area. "Look, what I did, what Mr. Sullivan and I did, was wrong. I know that. I'm an adult. But you are a teenager, and the consequences of your reckless behaviour can wind up hurting you much more than mine will. There are a lot more dangers to unprotected sex than just pregnancy. You should know that, you are an intelligent young lady." Shit, thought Kristy. She was there through the whole thing. She heard me getting him to cum in me. Why else would she talk about unprotected sex without asking if we'd used one? But as she was thinking this, she began to relax. This person had nothing on her. Everyone knew she fucked around, hell, she was proud of it. On the other hand, this teacher type could be ruined by the gossip. Her confidence suddenly grew. "Did Mr. Sullivan wear a condom?" she asked saucily. Pam was taken aback. She had already resolved that whatever happened, she would not be blackmailed by a teenager. She'd resign and move before that would happen. But she hung in there. "No, " she said truthfully, not knowing how much and in what detail the girl had seen, "but we have both been tested and are in a monagamous relationship." Kristy was silent again, and just looked at Pam. So the guidance counselor made one more sally. "I think that it would benefit us both if we could agree to not tell any friends or anyone about what either of us did last night. Can I have your word on that?" Kristy thought on it a moment. Then, still in a confident but somewhat conspiratorial voice she said "Well, I admit I was wrong." Responding to the words and not the tone, Pam replied "That's a very mature position to take, Kristene. May I call you Kristy?" "Yeah, you can call me that." she replied, looking directly into Pam's eyes. The stare unnerved the adult, who began to mentally run down the list of people she knew who could recommend a good lawyer and/or moving company. "But what you did was wrong too. I mean, you both stood there and peeped in on us, got all hot and bothered, and then went back to your car and did it. And you were pretending to be us when you were doing it." Yep, fucked for sure, thought Pam. One five-year career down the fucking tubes, all due to her own stupidity and this fucking little bitch. "But like you say," continued the youngster, "You're the adult and I'm the kid, even though I turned eighteen two months ago and graduate in three weeks. So, I think I deserve a punishment, and we can call this little thing over with. I really don't think it's that much of a big deal anyway." Back from the precipice. Pam didn't know where this was going, but she fished anyway. "What kind of punishment do you have in mind?" she asked a bit edgily. "Well, I don't think detention or suspension or any of those regular things would be right." Yeah thought Pam, I could see that now, what is she in detention for? Unprotected sex, and she was caught in Lover's Lane by Miss Roberts, on self-appointed Morality Patrol. "But before I turned fifteen, my mom would spank me when I did wrong. She would offer me a choice -- clean the floor or the toilets, for instance, or take your licks. I always chose the licks." the sexy teenager continued. Pam was silent as she tried to digest this turn. Was the bitch saying that if she, Pam, would _spank_ her she'd not tell anyone? That was insane. Money, she could understand. But a _spanking_? "You know corporal punishment is against the policy of this school." she said. She couldn't think of anything else to say. "I'm not thinking of a school thing. More like a private thing. Once I was corrected, you could just forget about this little messup." Pam's head spun. The girl was proposing what was probably some kinky fetish for her to perform, and then she would let her off the hook? Right, believe that and I've got a bridge for sale... But she said, "Where would this take place?" "At your place." replied Kristy, "that would be better, don't you think?" Pam thought: that would be safe. No witnesses, or maybe I could get John to witness in secret. The girl couldn't get any more on me no matter what we did, because I'd be her word against both of us. We'd just try to brazen it out. And there's a chance she's straight about this, and really will honor her word. Is it worth the chance? "Can I have your very serious word of honor on this, Kristy?" "Yes, Miss Roberts, you can." she replied. "Alright, can you be at my apartment at ten tonight?" "Sure can." "And, between us, you can call me Pam." "Right Pam. Thanks." Pam watched the sexy ass of the beautifully built teen sex goddess walk to her door, unlock it, and walk out, turning only to give the still almost trembling counselor a small conspiratorial smile. Afterward she told John all about it. He was suspicious as she had been, but agreed that it might be worth a try -- nothing else would work. If it failed, it failed. After school, they both went to her apartment to plan the evening. They decided that the session, or whatever it was, had to be in an inner room that no one could see from outside, and that no one could hear into from any exterior wall. Also, she should not do or say anything compromising until she'd verified by some means or another that the girl did not have any recording devices or microphones on her. John would be positioned out of sight but there to witness and to be available in case of need. "What do you think of all this?" he asked her when night rolled around. "I hate to admit it, but it makes my pussy wet just thinking about it." she said, "After all the trouble our libidos have gotten us in so far. It's just so fucking risky and you know what that does to me." "I thought so. I'll be watching." he replied. "I know you will you horny peeping bastard." she smiled back at him. * Kristy was late of course, thirty minutes late. The lazy little bitch, Pam couldn't help but think. But her pussy still got wet remembering the sway of the girl's ass as she left her office. When the car finally drove into the driveway, Pam in the living room gave John in the bedroom his signal, and he vanished in the closet. If any punishment was done it would be in Pam's chair in the bedroom, the safest part of the house. John in the closet would have a full view. Pam welcomed the girl to her house. As she came in, the grown woman regarded her more carefully than she ever had before. Kristy wore a loose pink t-shirt with no bra underneath -- she didn't need one, her ample and pretty tits peaked up and pointed out proudly in the fervor of youth. Her hips were encased in a very tight set of cutoff jeans. She had a mane of reddish brown hair, and her face was simple but pretty, with a smattering of freckles all over her cheeks. Her legs may have been her sexist part, though, at least to the horny guidance counselor. She could see why every boy and half the girls in school wanted a piece of her. At least she was eighteen -- there could be no question of statutory rape or corruption of a minor. They made some small talk, and Pam gave Kristy a short tour, but the atmosphere was strained, to say the least, by sexual and other tension. In the end, they sat down in the living room and Pam asked if she still thought the deal they had struck in the morning was good. "Yes." replied Kristy, simply, looking into Pam's eyes once again. God, she was seductive. "How do you think this punishment should proceed then?" asked the older woman. "My mother always made me strip down to my panties, and bend over her lap. Then she would tell me the number of licks I would get for my sin, and if the sin was major they would be with a ruler, and if they were minor it would be with her hand." "Alright then. Stay seated where you are." And Pam got up and walked into the kitchen to retrieve a twelve-inch school ruler she kept in her desk. As she returned, Kristy saw the ruler but made no comment. As she returned she remembered she hadn't searched Kristy for wires, but she couldn't imagine where one would hide in her scanty garments. "Now, young lady," Pam said firmly, "You know I'm doing this for your own good. As alternative to other punishments, as you agreed." "Yes, Pam." "For the duration of this business, you are to refer to me as Miss Roberts, is that clear?" "Yes, Miss Roberts." "All right, now follow me." They went to the prearranged spot in the bedroom, in the chair Pam's father had made for her. It was in an antique style and had no arms, so it was perfect for this operation. She sat in the chair, and made Kristy stand directly in front of her. The sight of the sexy girl being so submissive sent a wicked thrill through the older woman, and she felt her pussy cream even more. It's going to be tough to keep my hands off of it, God help me, she thought. She wondered what Kristy's mother had been feeling when this happened. She thought she probably could guess Kristy's feelings about these "punishments". "Are you ready?" "Yes, Miss Roberts." "Then take off those jeans, Kristene." Pam said in her professional voice. But it wasn't a very professional thing to say, she thought with a wicked little internal grin. The girl did not hesitate a second. She unsnapped the cutoffs, unzipped the zipper, and dropped them to her ankles. She then stepped out of them. Clad only in her sheer panties, the redhead was almost naked from the waist down. You could see there was no liner pad and her pubic patch was outlined clearly. Pam thought she saw wetness between those killer legs. "Take off the shoes and socks too." Pam ordered. This surprised the girl somewhat, as her mother never did that. But her mother did not have a lover watching in the closet with somewhat of a foot fetish. Pam was always considerate. "Now take your position." Pam ordered, and the girl went around to her left and started to bend down. Her mother must have been left-handed. "The other way." Pam ordered, and Kristy moved to the other side. Besides, by plan, that was the side John was on so he would have a better view of the girl's ass as she was being paddled. "Bend over. Put your hands on the floor on one side, and your toes on the other." Pam sounded so authoritative. She wondered if, in her bent over position, Kristy would be able to smell her heated pussy musk. But when she saw the beautiful ass raised up on her lap, she didn't care. It was obvious from the wet spot between her legs that the girl was also very aroused. To her left, Pam could see the girl's head down, the reddish hair cascading all around her face. On the other side, John's side, she balanced on her toes as ordered, the toes bent back and the soles of the feet were exposed. The heel and ball were brown with wear, but the instep was white. John must be loving this, she thought. John was. The moment they had walked in and he knew it was going to happen, his cock had surged with lust. By the time Kristy had dropped her pants, it was rock hard. By the time she was bent over, it was out of his pants and he was gently rubbing it. But not too hard or fast; he didn't know what was going to happen or for how long, and he wanted the voyeuristic pleasure to last as long as possible. "Now young lady, do you know what you are being punished for?" asked Pam. "Yes, Miss Roberts. I'm being punished for letting a boy, uh, have an orgasm inside me without a condom on." "You can use proper words, young lady. We are both adults, over seventeen. What are you being punished for?" "For letting a boy shoot his cum into me." Whack! The first blow came down on her pantied rear. Pam did not hit her hard with the ruler, because she wanted to not really hurt her. She thought Kristy would give her guidance on the severity of the blows. "No, young lady. Don't lie to me. You didn't just _let_ him cum in you did you?" "No I didn't, Miss Roberts. I got him to cum in me." "Yes, even when he was considerate and didn't want to, you forced him too, and even led him to believe you could get pregnant. Isn't that right?" "Yes, Miss Roberts." "And you did it to an innocent boy, didn't you? One that hadn't ever felt the pleasure of sex. One much younger than you. One who was vulnerable and is frightened now, didn't you? Now that innocent boy is going to want to do it again, going to need to do it again, and he's going to squirt his seed in some other girl isn't he, young lady?" "Yes, Miss Roberts." The wet spot on the girl's sexy panties seemed to be growing, Pam noticed. She was doing the right thing. The girl got off on being submissive. "And you've down the same thing with other boys haven't you?" "Yes, Miss Roberts." "Yes, what?" "I've let many boys cum in my pussy. I like it when they do that. And I'm naughty, I don't let them do it until they have made me cum first. Every boy has to use his tongue on me till I cum before I will let him in me. I've had more than one at a time. I've let them cum on my face, and on my ass, my tits, everywhere. Pam felt an awesome surge of lust as the helpless submissive girl confessed her sins, trying to provoke a even longer punishment. "And what else naughty and nasty have you done young lady?" "I've let girls lick me too, Miss Roberts. And I've licked them. And rubbed pussies with them, and sucked their pretty titties." "You have been a very bad girl, Kristy. And you must be punished. I don't think this one time will begin to cover it all." "Yes, Miss Roberts, I know it won't. I know I deserve it and I'm glad you are there to give me what I deserve. I will always submit to your will and raise my ass to be paddled by you when you think I need it." "That's a good girl. But why do you think you will always need it? Won't you stop being bad after I punish you." "No, Miss Roberts. I can't. My pussy itches so bad that I have to have people scratch it all the time. I know I can't stop. I will always be a bad girl. I will always deserve punishment." The sexual tension had reached an incredible high in the white bedroom of the school's best guidance counselor. Pam couldn't just keep up the word play any more. "You will receive twenty blows from me on your ass. Do not pull away from me, but keep your ass raised to take the punishment. After it is over I will ask you more questions." Pam then brought back her ruler, and methodically smacked the young girl twenty times on her sexy pantied ass. As she did, she could hear the loud pops and see the red streaks the ruler left. Kristy did not ask her to hit harder or softer, so she made all the blows the same strength. The young girl jumped and squirmed but did not try to move her rear off Pam's lap, as ordered. When she was done, Pam ordered Kristy to stand up before her again. As she did, Pam could see the red face of a girl who had her head upside down for a while, and a faint wetness of tears in her eyes. But none spilled out. Briefly, Pam feared she might have hit the teenager too hard, but a look down at her panties revealed that there was no problem. The front of the panties was soaked through, as the juice had flowed down to the front in her bent-over position. "What is this, young lady?" asked the coldly professional sounding counselor as she pointed to the wet panty fronts. "That's my pussy juice, Miss Roberts." "So, you were sexually aroused by your punishment, Kristene?" "Yes very much, Miss Roberts." "Do you think that's right, to be aroused by a punishment that is supposed to hurt and to correct you?" "No, Miss Roberts, but I can't help it. I'm a very bad girl." "Then you must be punished again. Drop your panties." The girl felt yet another surge of pussy cream start as she pulled the panties off her legs. She was wondering when it would start to run down the inside of her legs. "Take off the top too." the older woman ordered. Kristy easily pulled the pink t-shirt over her head, and was then entirely naked before her delicious tormentor. "You have pretty nipples, Bad Girl." said Pam. "Are they always that pointed?" "No, Miss Roberts. Only when I am aroused, or they are cold." "So you are aroused now, so aroused your pussy is creaming without being touched, and your nipples are hard without being touched either?" "Yes Miss Roberts." "Assume the punishment position again, then." The horny teenager scambled into her former position eagerly. She wanted, needed, some relief for her overheated genitals. And so did the older woman, who was sure she was leaving a massive puddle in the chair she was sitting in. "I'm going to strike you ten blows with my hand, Bad Girl, since your sin of being turned on is not nearly as great as letting boys cum inside you instead of condoms." And with that, Pam did not wait but brought her hand down ten times on the young girl's behind. The sexy white ass with it's red streaks from the ruler wiggled and jiggled as the broad hand smacked it, leaving faint hand prints. Pam was sure she could feel the girl's heat, and probaby some of her juice, on her bare leg under the bent over form. "Are you sorry now for being aroused?" "No, Miss Roberts." "This time, you are forgiven. You are only human, after all." Pam was not about to start any more spanking. She wanted sex, and she wanted it badly. "How does your ass feel, Kristene?" "It stings, Miss Roberts." "How does this feel?" asked the horny thirty-three-year-old as she gently massaged the girl's ass cheeks. "That makes it feel all better Miss Roberts." "And how does this feel, Kristy?" This time, she allowed her fingers to wander into the girl's sexy ass crack, and down between her legs, where she felt the heat and wetness glowing there. "That...that feels like heaven, Miss Roberts." Pam Roberts, counselor to the youth of her community, was going to make this particular young girl cum right here on her lap. The fact sent a wicked lusty thrill through her. "And how about this?" she asked again, as this time she allowed a finger to slip inside the teenager's overlubricated pussy. "Awwwww, Miss Roberts, please make me cum, please please please." "You can all me Pam again now, Kristy. I'm going to make you cum all over my hand, and then you are going to do some nasty things to me, you hear, bitch?" "Yes, yes, yes, Pam. I'll do anything. Just make me cum." Pam knew what she would do. First, though, she used her hands to spread the girl's legs further apart, then inserted two fingers into her pussy as far as she could. Withdrawing the fingers, she looked over at the closet where her lover stood stroking his cock, and lewdly licked and sucked the hot tangy juice off of them. John thought he might cum right then. He had to let go of his cock. It was overheating already. The incredibly sexy words and deeds of his wanton girlfriend and this high school sex goddess had him on the edge. He always tried to time his cum with that of his lover, unless they wanted specifically to cum separately for some reason. He was so attuned to her mannerisms that he knew generally how close she was, and he also knew how to get near the point of release and hold it. He was now at that point himself, and he would have to just let his cock throb in the air until it cooled if he wanted to wait and cum with her. If she could wait, he could, he told himself. He watched as his woman put her hands back into the pussy of the young girl bent over her lap. She brought the hand up again to her mouth, and this time sucked her thumb throughly. He didn't know what she was doing, until he saw her put her hand back down and start to insert her thumb up the teenager's ass. "Oh shit, Pam, that's my asshole." "Relax it then. You know how. Concentrate." The thumb popped in, and then the older woman began to work some of her other fingers into the helplessly impaled girl's vagina. The girl couldn't take it, and began to moan and groan. Finally, the lewd school employee had her hand fully engaged on the genitalia of her willing victim. Her thumb was in the girl's ass, three of her fingers were deep in her pussy, and her little finger and knuckle was still available down below to stimulate the girl's clit. "Now, you horny-assed little fucking bitch, you are going to cum like you never have before." She then began to work her fingers in and out of the girl's holes, and over her clit too. This brought immediate, desperate moans from the bent over teenager. Her ass began to lift and hunch as the pleasure overcame her, and in almost no time at all she lifted her face and screamed as she came. Pam had no mercy. Determined to drive the girl temporarily insane, she drilled and wormed in her holes until she hunched, stiffened, and screamed again. It sounded like she was being tortured to death with pleasure. "Stop, please stop." she finally moaned, and Pam did stop. "You may now dismount." Pam said, her voice a little shaky. Kristy fell rather than lifted off her pleasure-torturer. She landed on the floor at the older woman's feet. "What do you say to me?" asked Pam. "Thank you thank you thank you." the gasping girl said. "And how do you thank me?" the leering counselor asked, as she pulled her skirt up to her waist, revealing a soaked pussy and no panties. The girl looked up, and smiled as she saw the fate that awaited her. From his hideout, John knew that his relief and his lover's was soon approaching. He got ready to hold his aching cock again, and this time to rub until his cum spashed against the wall. He had thought about getting a rag, but it seemed sexier to just shoot on the closet wall. He could then later show it to Pam. She would like that. They were often so depraved that they deliberatly left cum stains in places where they had stayed together. if no one there knew them personally. In front of him, visible clearly through his crack in the door, the young sexy girl gamely gathered her strength and raised up to her knees before the older woman's desperately wanting pussy. "Lick me. Suck me. Make me cum. NOW!" Pam demanded. John could see the girl's pretty freckled face disappear between his lover's thighs, as she leaned back in the chair to receive her reward. Soon, he could see the head moving up and down and the tongue licked lewdly over the enflaming labia. "That's it, lick it up. That's so goddamn good. Eat me." Pam moaned in an obscene stream of words. "Put your tongue in the hole, yeah, that's it, get it in deep. Deeper. Now suck. Yeeeahhhhh...suck harder. You fucking slut bitch you know how to eat pussy." "You're too good, oh yeah, " she continued, "Now hit the clit. That's right. Right there. Alright bitch get ready to eat cum." Pam leaned back and raised her hips into the girl's licking face, as her mouth formed a silent scream. As soon as that happened, John put his finger under the head of his cock and started rubbing there furiously. Like the trigger of a gun, that made the pumps start working. Soon, his body stiffened, and his knees felt wobbly as his white stream of cum spashed soundlessly on the wall. He struggled desperately to keep from making any noise as his body was wracked by spasms of ecstacy. As he came down and gained some degree of control, he looked out again into the well-lit bedroom where the two lacivious women were still recovering from their orgasms. Pam still lay back in her chair, her tanned legs spread wide. Kristy crouched between those legs, and it appeared that she was gently still licking and nuzzling on Pam's drenched labia. As he watched, Pam leaned forward, took the teenager in her arms, and brought her face up to a languid but passionate kiss. The two kissed for a minute or two, and he could see their cheeks moving as the tongues swirled and licked inside. "And I thought you were going to blackmail me." Pam said as the kiss broke. "Blackmail?" Kristy replied, "All I've wanted to do to you all year long is to fuck you." "You should have started sooner, honey, we've missed a lot of time." said the temporarily satisfied counselor. "Well, let's make up for it. We can fuck all night tonight, and fuck some more in the morning." "Don't you have to go home?" "Nah, I have my own door into the house, and my parents have long since stopped trying to keep track of me." "Then stay with me and fuck me blind." Pam said, still in a pleasure trance and not thinking of the real world at all. Then, she remembered John still in the closet. I'll bet he came too, she thought lustfully. I want to see the stain. But, I've got to get the girl out a least for a while so he can escape. "Yeah, " rejoined the happily lusty teen, "And we can do nasty dirty things to each other all night long. The only thing we'll be missing is a man to provide a sliding cock for some variety." "Kristy, sweetheart, you sexy little honeypot, have I got a surprize for you!"