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The babysitter



"I'm sorry." Morgan started to dress. "I'll leave." 

"I don't think so." He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. "You're not leaving. Since it seems you like acting like a slut. That's what you'll be. My little slut. My little fucktoy."

"What?" Morgan squeaked. "No."

"Yes." His hold tightened on her. "And do you know why I can do this?"

"No." She answered.

"Because of that." He pointed to the t.v.

Morgan turned and saw herself screaming on the verge of climax. The turned confused to look at Dr. Krane.

"If you don't do as I say I will put that up on the internet." He shouted. "And everyone will find out. How do you think your friends and your parents will feel about that?"

"No." Morgan sobbed. "Please don't do that."

"Then you'll do as I say?"

He asked.

"Yes." She cried.

"Good." He dragged the half dressed Morgan towards the kitchen. Once there he pushed her towards the kitchen counter. "Grab onto the counter and bend over."

Even as Morgan did as he asked she pleaded with him to stop, but he was determined to ignore her. "Please, stop. Let me go home."

"No." He rummaged through a drawer and removed a large wooden spoon. "Stop asking me the same thing over and over. You need to get used to the idea that this is how it's going to be." He watched her bed over the counter clad in only a tank top, her firm young ass bare and thrust out, she'd soon get used to obeying him. "Open your legs wide."

Morgan opened her legs and continued pleading. The first strike of the wooden spoon again her naked ass caused her scream in pain. 

"As long as you keep interrupting I will do this." Dr.Krane repeatedly hit her with the spoon as hard as he could. Until she stopped pleading and screaming and only low sobs filled the room. He stopped when he realized that she would stop opposing and put the spoon on the counter. He tenderly massaged her reddened cheeks with his palms. "There. Everything is much better when you cooperate."

Morgan sobbed and cried. Her ass hurt unbearably. The pain seemed to go on and his massage of her butt only made it worse, but she knew complaining and pleading would not stop him. Nothing would and she would have to do as he said or have the video put up on the internet.

She screamed when she felt him thrust his cock inside her virgin pussy. It felt like he ripped her apart. She cried even as he pumped himself ruthlessly inside her. She held on to the counter until he grunted spilling his semen inside her. When he was done he stayed inside her and reached a hand to touch her pussy. He stroked and rubbed her clit until she to squirm on his cock because of the pleasure. "That's it." He said, liking her movement, and his cock grew large once again, he slowly thrust inside her while still rubbing her clit with fleeting touches. 

This time her cries were of pleasure and she wanted more. With each thrust of his cock she moaned. He rubbed her clit with a more direct touch and she screamed when she came. Her pussy squeezed his cock until he spurted inside her. 

"See what happens when you do as I say?" He asked. "You get a reward."

Morgan could feel his semen and her juices mixed with her virgin blood sliding down her legs. "I don't want to get pregnant." She said.



Extra Credit



It all started on a regular school day. It was a Wednesday and I was in Math class it was my third period class right before the lunch period. Math was one of my worst subjects. I hated the class and had a failing grade in it. I knew I had to pass math class to graduate but I just couldn't force myself to study the boring homework. In fact I hardly even paid attention in class. Today was no different. Mr. Smith was lecturing polynomials and as usual half the class was asleep. I was writing a note to my best friend Jennie when Mr. Smith called on me. 

"Miss Lane, How is this problem solved?" He asked adjusting his tie.

"I don't know." I admitted.

"I just spent the last hour taking about it. Weren't you listening?"

"Not really."                        

"Ms. Lane stay after class." He said. "We need to talk about your grades."

Mr. Smith moved on back to his discussion. When the bell rang signaling the end of the period I watched everyone leave and waited to hear what Mr. Smith would say about my grades. I knew it wasn't going to be good.



"Do you have a class next period?" He asked.

"No, I have lunch period next." I answered. "Why?"

"Good. We can take our time talking about your grades. But first," Mr. Smith slowly walked to the door and closed it. "We need privacy."



He walked towards me and sat in the opposite desk. "Ms. Lane, do you know what grade you have in this class at this moment?"



I didn't know what my exact grade was, but I had failed the last three tests and didn't turn in my homework regularly. Although I wasn't getting high grades in math class I thought that that they would average out to a low c enough to pass math and let me graduate. " C-." I answered hesitantly only to hear his laughter fill the room.



"No, Ms.Lane." Mr. Smith stood up and paced while he talked. "You have an F in this class. You need to get used to the idea that you will have to retake math class."



"Retake?" I asked, shocked to discover that I had to retake math class. My mind refused to accept this. "I can't retake math class I'm a senior I graduate this year."



Mr. Smith stared at me. "No, Ms. Lane. You would have graduated if you had passed math class but you are failing."



"What if I study harder?" I asked frantically. "I can make better grades on the next two tests and I'll do all my homework. I promise."



"Even if you made A's on the next two tests and turned in all of your upcoming homework. It still won't boost your grade high enough to pass this class." He explained. "Besides there is only two months of school left hardly enough time for you to study everything you need to pass the final exam. I'm certain that you will fail that to."



Tears started to fill my eyes as saw all my hopes of graduating go down the drain. My parent's had promised to give me a trip to Europe as a graduation present and I desperately wanted to go. Besides I had already been accepted to college. My grades for other classes were fine. Math class was the only class that I was flunking. I needed to graduate. I had already made plans for college. "What if I do some extra credit?" I asked hopefully."



"This close to the end of the school year there isn't enough extra credit to raise your grade high enough to pass."



Tears ran down my face and my sobbing filled the room. I should have felt ashamed at crying in front of a teacher but all I could think of at that moment was that I wasn't going to graduate with the rest of my class.



Mr. Smith's arms embraced me and he comforted me. I let my head rest on his shoulders and continued to cry.

"Graduating this year really matters to you? He asked.

"Yes. My parent's were going to give me a trip to Europe as a present and I have already been accepted to college. This is the only class I'm failing," I choked out through my sobbing.

"So if you pass this class you can graduate?" He said, absently.

"Yes." 

"What would you do to pass?" He asked.

"Anything." The word slipped out without thinking. In fact at that moment I wasn't thing.

"How old are you?" He asked.

"18." I was confused. What did my age have to do with passing math class?

"I think there might be a way for you to pass." Mr. Smith suddenly said. "Some very special extra credit work that I think might raise your grade high enough to pass. Maybe even get a get an A depending on how well and how you work."



"Really?" The thought of a way for me to graduate immediately caught my attention. At that moment I noticed that Mr. Smith had started to rub my back with one hand. I wanted to say something but I wasn't sure if meant anything besides I needed to pass the class. I needed the extra credit work if it meant passing. I couldn't take the chance of him changing his mind. "What do I have to do?"



"Well, like I said it's some very special extra credit work?" He moved his hand from my back to my face and started caressing my left cheek. His face moved nearer to mine.