**Little Boy’s Detention**

I never thought I’d end up like this—kneeling on the floor of the empty classroom, my hands clutching at the hem of my pants like a toddler who’d wet himself. My face burned under her gaze. Ms. Carter wasn’t just my teacher anymore. Right now, she was *Mommy*.

It started innocently enough—a whispered “good boy” after I handed in my paper early, a slow, knowing smile when I stammered under her attention. Then, detention. The way she’d leaned against her desk, arms crossed under her full chest, lips pursed as she *tsked* at my excuses. “Such a naughty boy, Ian. You need to learn your lesson, don’t you?”

And now here I was, squirming as she circled me, her fingers trailing along my shoulders. “You’re being very brave,” she murmured, stopping in front of me. I swallowed hard, staring up at her. She was wearing a tight black pencil skirt, the kind that hugged her hips just right, and a crisp white blouse unbuttoned just enough to tease.

“L-Let me make it up to you,” I mumbled, my dick already straining against my jeans.

She tilted her head, amused. “Oh? How?”

I swallowed again. “However you want, Mommy.”

Her grin turned wicked. “Then let’s get you out of these big boy clothes.”

My breath hitched as she unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down my legs. The cool air hit my thighs, and I shivered, but it wasn’t from the temperature—it was from the way her nails grazed my skin as she pulled my boxers down too.

“Look at you,” she cooed, running a finger along the waistband of the thick, padded diaper she’d brought—*just in case*, she’d said earlier. My face burned hotter as she guided my legs into it, the crinkle loud in the silent room.

“Such a sweet little boy,” she murmured, taping it snug around my hips. “Does my baby need a kiss to feel better?”

I nodded frantically, my cock twitching under the padding. She cupped my face and leaned down, her lips brushing mine—soft at first, teasing. Then her tongue slid into my mouth, hot and demanding. I whimpered, my hands gripping her waist as she kissed me deeper, her fingers tangling in my hair, tugging just enough to make me moan.

“Good boys don’t touch themselves,” she whispered against my lips when I reached for my aching cock through the diaper.

I whined.

She smirked and pulled back, yanking her blouse open, buttons flying. Her tits spilled out of her lace bra, and I whimpered again, my mouth watering. “You can touch *these* instead, baby.”

I didn’t need telling twice. I grabbed her tits roughly, squeezing the soft flesh, groaning when she arched into my hands. She walked me backward until my ass hit her desk, then pushed me onto it, climbing onto my lap. The thick padding pressed between us, but I could still feel her heat through it.

She ground her pussy against my diaper, making me moan. “Mommy’s gonna take care of you,” she breathed, kissing down my neck, her teeth scraping my skin.

I fumbled with her skirt, shoving it up her thighs, desperate to feel her. She laughed—a low, husky sound—and guided my hands to her panties. “Go ahead,” she purred. “But if you’re messy, baby, I’ll have to punish you.”

My fingers shook as I tore them aside, exposing her dripping cunt. She was so *wet*, her puffy lips glistening, her clit swollen and begging for attention. I barely hesitated before shoving two fingers inside her, my thumb rubbing tight circles on her clit.

“*Fuck*—good boy,” she gasped, riding my hand, her tits swaying in front of my face. I leaned forward, sucking a nipple into my mouth, biting gently. She yanked my hair, forcing me to look up at her as she fucked herself on my fingers.

Then she climbed off me, pushing me back onto the desk. “Now it’s your turn,” she growled, ripping the diaper open. My cock sprang free, red and leaking. She licked her lips, then wrapped her hand around it, stroking me slowly.

“Please,” I begged.

She smirked. “Please what?”

“Please, Mommy, I need—”

She cut me off with her mouth, swallowing my moans as she sank onto my cock in one slick glide. I gasped, my fingers digging into her hips as her tight cunt clenched around me.

“Such a *good* boy,” she cooed, riding me hard, her nails raking down my chest. “Taking Mommy so well.”

I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening. She must’ve seen it—her smirk turned feral, and she ground down harder, her clit rubbing against me with every bounce.

“Cum for me, baby,” she ordered—and I did, shooting deep inside her with a broken groan. She didn’t stop, milking me through it, until she arched with a cry, her pussy pulsing around me.

She collapsed against my chest, both of us panting. Then she kissed me—soft, sweet, *loving*.

“Next time,” she murmured, “Mommy’s bringing the pacifier.”