Hi there, Proper. I'm a man in my 30s, in the U.S. Hope you like this prompt:
I've tried to maintain my composure in class, but perhaps you've noticed the way my eyes trail you out the door of my classroom? You don't make it easy, since you're always the last one to leave, usually talking with a friend about the boys who chased after you last weekend. It didn't take long to understand you were really talking to me.
All year I've wanted to scoop you up from behind, carry you in my arms over to my big desk, and lay you flat against the hard wood—and that's what I do today, the last Friday of the school year. You lie there, looking up at me, waiting. Your butt is at the very edge of the desk, your heels clinging to the ledge. The only thing between me and your pussy is the skirt that keeps riding up and the crisp white cotton panties I can just begin to glimpse underneath.
I lean over you and hold one of your wrists with each hand. Our faces are just inches apart, so I get an amazing view of your eyes suddenly widening when my cock grazes the front of your covered pussy. You're breathing faster. I can feel the heat hitting my crotch as I let the weight of my cock rest on your mons. Am I going to kiss you? You don't know me. You trust me, but you don't know me.
"8 pm," I say. "Meet me at my house. You know where my house is, don't you?"
I know you've been doing your research. You nod.
"I want you freshly bathed and shaved, but wear something subdued—jeans or sweat pants will do."
"Yes, Mr—"
SLAP. You weren't expecting that. Your eyes water slightly, and I rub your reddening cheek with my palm.
"From now on, the only thing you will ever call me is Daddy. Do you understand?"
You break eye contact, your eyes beginning to water involuntarily. Those boys have never given you what you really want. Maybe you never really knew what it was you wanted until this moment. I see the corners of your mouth start to form a smile as you look up at me and whisper, "Yes, daddy."
"Good girl," I say. I lean down and give you a kiss on the lips. You hungrily reach for more but this peck is all you're going to get right now. I pull back from you, my eyes on the wet spot that is beginning to spread across your panties.
You nod at me and sit up from the desk, hurriedly gather your books, and rush out the door.