Mrs. Mary Clark sat at her desk checking the senior English compositions her class had turned in today. While school had been dismissed about twenty minutes ago she was in no hurry to get home. Her husband was off on yet another business trip and her daughter, Amy, was attending a camp retreat for the weekend.
Mary had been married to Bill for fourteen years. Since he got his last promotion he has been required to go on extended business trips. The longest was two months and this trip could well be longer. Amy had just had her thirteenth birthday and with all her involvement in activities at school and church she was rarely home. So Mary had quite a bit of free time and had no pressing commitments. She planned to finish up these papers and head to the gym for her daily workout on the way home. At thirty-five she worked very hard to keep in shape. At 5’7″ and 120# she was proud of her body, no sagging, firm legs and tight tummy to go with her firm 35 inch bust.
Mary was startled out her daydream by a knock at her classroom door. Looking up she saw Lisa Simon, one of her senior honor’s English students. Lisa was a very bright student. At eighteen she had a well-developed body and a rather arrogant attitude. She was sort of a loner and despite her beauty she didn’t have a boyfriend or any friends for that matter.
“Come in Lisa. I haven’t finished grading the compositions yet.”
“That’s not why I’m here Mrs. C; I have something I want to show you.”
“Sure. What do you have?”
Lisa reached into her bag and took out an old magazine. Mary’s heart stopped as she immediately recognized the magazine. It was “Hustler” June, 82. She had always hoped that no one would discover her old secret.
Lisa flipped open the magazine and there all over a four-page spread was her senior English teacher showing all her well put together charms. Mary had posed in college for some very much needed money and had hoped that they would remain in her past. “I was cleaning out an old trunk of my dad’s in the attic and look at what I found.”
Mary tried to gather her wits and replied, “That was a long time ago Lisa and I am not proud of it but at the time I was desperate for money to finish college. Let me have that so I can throw it away and keep it in my past.”
Lisa pulled back the magazine. “I don’t think so Mrs. C. We need to have a little talk. Close the door.”
Mary got up and closed the door, anxious to get this taken care of as soon as possible. “Lock it,” Lisa said as she took Mrs. C’s seat behind her desk.
As soon as the door was closed and locked Mary turned and seeing Lisa in her chair moved to a desk in the first row of student seats. She saw a look on Lisa’s face that was not at all encouraging.
“Stand in front of the desk Mrs. C,”
“I’ll just sit here Lisa,” said Mrs. C, moving to the first desk.
“I said stand in front of the desk,” Lisa said in a very firm tone.
Mary moved to stand in front of the student sitting behind her desk and holding all the cards. This was not a comfortable situation at all for the teacher.
“Do you like teaching here?”
“Yes Lisa I like teaching here very much.”
“Does your husband know about these pictures?”
“No.”
“Would you like Amy to see these?” said Lisa holding up the pictures.
“No,” Mary answered as she began to shake realizing she was in a very vulnerable position.
“Well Mrs. C, I’ve just outlined three reasons why you should carefully consider what I am about to offer you. From this moment until I say otherwise you will do everything, and I mean everything, I tell you to do. If you refuse or do not obey my every command guess what? No job, no hubby and one very humiliated teenager.”
“What do you want Lisa?” asked Mary with a trembling voice.
“You,” replied Lisa calmly. “I want to own you. I want you to obey everything and anything I tell you immediately without question. If you refuse at any time or do not please me, the magazine will be distributed all over the school and copies sent to your husband and his bosses. If you do agree we will keep this our secret.”
Mary’s knees became weak. She couldn’t allow those pictures to be made public. She thought those were behind her. She hadn’t even thought about them for a long time. What was she going to do?
“Am I making myself clear Mrs. C?”
“I don’t understand” whispered Mary, hoping to find a way out of this situation. “I’m your teacher; you can’t treat me this way.”
“It is very simple Mrs. C. If you don’t do everything I tell you, you won’t be anybody’s teacher, wife, or mother. Understand Mrs. C?”
“And how long does this blackmail last?”
“As long as I want it to Mrs. C. Enough talk. Stand up straight Mrs. C. Hands at your side. Look straight ahead and don’t move. Don’t say anything.” ordered Lisa.
Not knowing what else to do and not wanting to anger her demanding student, Mary stood at attention.
Lisa moved around the desk and slowly circled the trembling teacher. Man this is going to be some senior year, she thought. “You understand to refuse me anything and you are ruined,” Lisa said as she stared into her English teacher’s teary eyes.
“Yes Lisa.” She didn’t know what else to do. She was trapped by her past and couldn’t ruin her future. A tear slowly rolled down her cheek.
“Ms. Simon to you.”
“Yes Ms. Simon I understand.”
Lisa moved back behind the teacher desk sitting in the teacher’s chair. “Unbutton your blouse Mrs. C.”
Mary hesitated. “Please don’t do this Lisa,” she pleaded.
Jumping up Lisa came around the desk and slapped her teacher hard on the cheek. “Ms. Simon bitch. DO it NOW.”
Mary was frozen in her spot. She couldn’t move.
“OK, the pictures will be distributed to everyone by Monday.” Lisa turned and headed for the door.
“Wait” shouted Mary.
Lisa paused and turned to face the frightened teacher. “Yes.”
“Please Lisa don’t do this. I’ll give you money. Please.” begged the sobbing teacher.
“Good bye Mrs. C,” said Lisa as she calmly turned to the door.
“Please Lisa, Ms. Simon, I’ll do it. Please don’t leave.” screamed the panicked teacher.
Lisa stopped at the door and turned to face the beaten teacher. “Well?”
Mary’s hands moved to the buttons on her blouse. Slowly she began unbuttoning her blouse from the neck down. Her face was red and tear streaked.
“Take it off” demanded Lisa as she moved back to the desk.
Mary removed her blouse and placed it on the desk. She stood before her student with her blouse off wondering how far this would go.
“Now the bra Mrs. C.”
Mary reached behind her back and opened the clasp on her bra. She allowed the straps to slowly slide down her arms as her firm 35c breasts came into view. As she moved to place the bra on the desk with her blouse Lisa told her “Put it in the garbage you won’t be needing it anymore.”
Naked to the waist the cowering teacher stood before her student. She was beyond further embarrassment. How did she let herself get in this position? Why had I posed for those pictures in college?
“Now Mrs. C, I want your skirt on the desk.”
Without thinking Mary opened her skirt and slid it down her legs. She stepped out of it and placed in on the desk next to her blouse.
“Well Mrs. C, I see we are going to have to improve your undergarment selection. Get those ugly panties and pantyhose off this instant.”
Stung by the harsh words of her student Mary removed her panties and pantyhose.
“In the garbage.”
The once demanding senior English teacher now stood naked in her classroom before her 18 year old student. She saw no way out of this situation. What will be next she wondered?”
“Back at attention Mrs. C. Hands at your sides.” Lisa came around the desk in front of the frightened teacher. She reached out and pinched the teacher’s nipples. “Kind of stiff Mrs. C? Do you like this?”
Mary remained silent. She felt some excitement at this treatment but she could never admit it.
Lisa pinched harder on her swollen nipples until Mrs. C, groaned, “Answer me Mrs. C.”
“No I don’t like this,” Mary lied. Well she didn’t like it but she was unexplainably excited by it.
Lisa abruptly released Mrs. C’s nipples. “I think you are lying to me and you will be punished for that. I understand from Amy that your husband is out of town and I know she left for a camp retreat after school so I have you all to myself this weekend.”
A shiver went through Mary as Lisa’s word sank into her numb brain.
“I will be spending the weekend at your house Mrs. C. By Monday you should fully understand my requirements. Put your skirt, blouse, and shoes on Mrs. C. Leave the top two buttons open on your blouse.”
Mary almost felt more naked dress this way. Her breasts while firm still moved under her thin blouse. Her nipples threatened to poke twin holes in the material. She had never been out of her house without panties and the air moving over her damp pussy made her feel very naked.
“Let’s go to your place Mrs. C. Leave the panties, bra, and pantyhose in the trash for Bubba the janitor. Bring your paddle home with you.”
Mary had never used the paddle but she kept one. It was two feet long made of shiny hard wood.
The two moved to the door to begin their adventure.
CHAPTER 2
When Lisa got to the door she turned and told Mary, “Follow two steps behind and act normal.”
How could she act normal? Her nipples were rubbing on her blouse with every step, her pussy was bare under her skirt and much to her dismay, becoming moister by the minute. With the buttons open as Lisa had ordered she was showing more cleavage than she felt was acceptable. “Yes Ms. Simon,” she replied.
Lisa opened the door and led the defeated teacher through the halls of the school into the parking lot. Mrs. C’s car was parked in the middle of the now almost empty lot. “Give me the keys,” demanded Lisa.
Lisa climbed behind the wheel and Mary got into the passenger side. “Slide your skirt up Mrs. C.”
Mary slid her skirt up to mid thigh.
“Higher.”
Mary slid her skirt higher so that it barely covered her very moist pussy.
Lisa started the car and began driving toward Mrs. C’s house about 20 minutes away. “We have to make one stop at Wal-Mart on the way home.”