Slave Teacher
II.
After her mind-blowing orgasm, Karen just hung on the chains gasping as
the two men kept on filming her, with her hair matted with sweat and
with come dripping down her chin and her thighs. They then unchained her
and laid her down on her back. Exhausted, she just lay there passively
even when all her cuffs were removed. Amy was also untied and was led to
Karen by a leash and a leather collar on her neck.
"C'mon, Amy, you know what to do," Steve said as he unattached her
leash, leaving the collar on. "Yes, sir." Amy replied meekly. With the
two men filming and taking pictures again, Amy climbed on top of Karen
and began kissing her face gently, licking the come off her chin.
"No..." Karen protested feebly but didn't really try to stop her. Her
breath quickened again as Amy licked her way down her neck, her breasts,
her belly and finally to her pussy. Despite herself, Karen spread her
legs to give her student a better access. She closed her eyes in
abandonment when Amy started off but licking the come and juices off her
thighs, and when Amy's tongue finally reached her pussy, she couldn't
hold back any longer and let out a moan, and she heard the two men
chuckled. However, all she did was to grab Amy's head and press it
against her pussy. She began grinding her hips to meet Amy's tongue, and
within seconds she came again with a loud moan. Afterwards, Amy climbed
on top of her again to kiss her on the lips, giving her a taste of her
own juices.
"Good work, Amy," Steve patted the girl's head gently and she knelt
down next to him. "And you, slut, get dressed," he said as he threw her
her clothes. Karen gathered her strength and got up. She hesitated when
she saw that she was only given back her blouse and pants, without any
underwear. "A slut doesn't wear any underwear," Mark said laughing.
"From tomorrow on, you will never wear a bra," Steve added, "and when
you wear a blouse, you are to leave the first two buttons open, is that
clear?" "But..." Karen began to protest but Steve interrupted her. "One
more word and I'll make it three! Now, is that understood?" "Y-yes."
"Yes who?" "Yes, s-sir."
"Good," Steve chuckled. "And also, you should always wear a short
skirt, and the hem-line should be at least three inches above your
knees, and underneath you'll wear whatever we give you. As we didn't
give you anything today, you'll wear nothing under your skirt tomorrow.
And whenever you have to pick up something on the floor, you should
always bend over, and never kneel down. Is that clear?" Seeing her
hesitate again, he grabbed her left nipple and pinched. "Ah!" Karen
cried out in pain. "Do as you're told or every boy in this school will
get a copy of those videotapes that we just made! Now is that clear? Or
maybe we should start off by distributing the photos and give them a
taste first?" "No! No! Please!" Karen pleaded. "Then answer me, slut! Is
everything clear?" "Y-yes, sir." Karen could barely bring herself to say
those words. "Now get dressed and go!"
With her head lowered in shame, Karen began to get dressed. "Remember,"
Mark added, "obey everything we say or every boy in this school will be
jerking off watching your tape! And don't try anything funny. If
anything happens, Amy will always back us up and say that you made her
have sex with you. Right Amy?" Amy, who was still kneeling obediently
next to him, nodded meekly. At this Karen couldn't hold back her tears
anymore and began sobbing, but the two men just laughed.
Karen could feel her cheeks burning when she arrived at school the
following day. When she walked across the playground, some students just
stopped chatting and stared at her, in her light-blue blouse and short
skirt. She tried to walk slowly and not to make her breasts bounce so
much, such that people would not notice that she wasn't wearing a bra.
She was greeted by a surprised look from everyone as she entered the
staff room. "Hi," she tried to sound as normal as possible when she
greeted the teachers there, but immediately she noticed the look of
disdain from a couple of her colleagues. As she had been ordered, she
left the first two buttons of her blouse open. But she had worn her
panties. She couldn't bear to wear such a short skirt without
panties--besides, the skirt that she was wearing was the only one in her
wardrobe that would meet Steve's requirement. She figured that, since
Steve and Mark were not sharing the same staff room with her, she could
try to avoid them during school day and keep her panties on, and then
take them off after school. Although they could tell just by looking at
her whether she was wearing a bra, they'd have to check to see if she
was wearing panties. As they would not take any risk with her in public,
all she had to do was to avoid being with them alone, and see how it
goes after school. After school...she shuddered when she thought about
the implication of that.
Her plan did seem to work. It was really embarrassing at first when she
began teaching, and she thought she was going to die of shame when she
entered the classroom, when all the students just looked at her shapely
legs as they were revealed by her short skirt, and when some male
students started grinning when they noticed shortly afterwards that she
wasn't wearing a bra. Gradually, she managed to overcome the
embarrassment and went on teaching as usual. Then in the last class of
the day, when Karen was writing on the blackboard, Amy threw her pen
down so that it went rolling on the floor until it was below the
blackboard. "Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Johnson. Could you pick that up for me
please?" she said.
Karen turned around and looked at Amy in shock, as she realized what
that would mean. Amy on her part just looked at her and whispered the
word "sorry" with a frightened look on her face. So she must have been
made to do that by Steve and Howard, Karen figured, and would probably
have to report to them about the result.
Karen hesitated and the entire class waited in an awkward silence.
Finally--"Oh yes, sure," she took a deep breath and said. As her
students watched, with her back facing them, she bent over and picked up
the pen. Her face was blushing with embarrassment when she turned around
and saw the reactions of her students. Everyone was staring at her with
wide-open eyes (and for some, mouths), and some boys were already
whispering to each other and laughing. She tried not to think about how
much she must have revealed to them and to act like nothing had happened
when she walked over to Amy's seat and handed her the pen. "There you
go, Amy. Please be careful and don't do that again." She said, almost
pleadingly. "Now quiet please everyone, and turn to page..."
"Why did you do that?" Karen asked Amy when the class was over, "did
they make you do it? Listen, we don't have to..." "Please, Miss
Johnson," Amy interrupted her, "we're not allowed to talk except in
class. Mr Simpson wants to see you in his office right after school."
And with these words she ran off.
Karen's hand was trembling slightly when she knocked on Mark's door.
Before coming she had first gone to the ladies' room to take her panties
off, but now she wasn't really sure if this would be able to fool him,
and she dared not think about the consequences if it failed.
Her fear seemed to be confirmed immediately. Mark greeted her like he
would greet a student in trouble. He let her in and made her wait
standing in front of his desk while he finished marking some homework.
Finally he stopped, leaned back on his chair and looked at her. "Nice
skirt," said Mark teasingly.
Karen blushed. "Have you forgotten all your manners, slut? What do you
say when people give you a complement?"
"Th-thank you..."
"Your manners, slut!" Mark said sternly as he suddenly slapped Karen's
thigh with a wooden ruler.
"Ouch!" Karen flinched, and Mark hit her again. "Listen, slut! When you
talk to me, you always refer to me as 'sir'! And when I give you the
punishment that you deserve, you stand still to take it or you'll get
more! Is that clear?"
"Oh, yes, yes, s-sir."
Mark sat back and eyed the young woman as she rubbed the red welts on
her thighs. "So you have done as you're told and come to school without
your bra and panties, slut?" he asked.
"Y-yes, sir," Karen stammered.
"Show me."
Biting her lip, Karen raised her skirt and let Mark have a clear view of
her pussy. "Good," Mark said. "And did your students get a good look at
your pussy today?"
Karen was speechless. "No..." finally she answered, almost whispering.
Now she really felt like a naughty girl caught by her teacher. "What did
you say?" Mark asked in a threatening voice. "I-I'm sorry s-sir.... I
have w-worn my panties during the day..." "Say that again, you worthless
slut!"
"Please, I'm sorry!" Karen dropped down on her knees, frightened. "I
just couldn't do it, please!"
"I told you to do everything I say! And you not only disobeyed me but
also lied to me about it! So you want me to give your tapes and photos
out, right?"
"No, please! Don't!" Karen pleaded, "I'll do anything! Just don't give
those tapes away!"
"You'll do anything? You didn't even do one simple thing that I asked!"
"Please! I'm sorry! I was wrong! Punish me! Just don't give those tapes
away!"
Hearing those words and seeing Karen on her hands and knees, Mark
smiled. Her reactions were exactly as they had hoped. "You bet you need
to be punished. You've got some serious lessons waiting for you, slut!"
"Now, you take these keys and go to storeroom one behind the gym and
wait for me," Mark began. "When you get there, take off your clothes and
get down on your knees and wait. Is that clear?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"One more thing. I find the weather today rather nice. Don't you just
love breezy weather, slut?"
"Y-yes, sir," Karen answered, somewhat puzzled.
"Good. Now when you go to the gym, you'll walk right across the
playground, and keep your hands down all the time. If the wind blows up
your skirt, you'll not try to cover it with your hands, understood?"
"Oh please...Ouch!" Karen's protest was immediately cut short by a slap
on her thighs by the ruler.
"Understood?"
"Oh y-yes, sir."
Karen's heart was pounding in her chest as she walked across the
playground to the gym. Fortunately, the wind was not as strong as she
had feared, and her skirt didn't get blown up. But still, she couldn't
walk too fast for fear that her skirt would be raised, and as a result
the few students who were still hanging around after school all got a
good look at her legs. What's worst, she was sure that they could see
the bright red welts left by the ruler on her thighs. When she finally
reached the gym, she walked quickly to the storerooms and, after
checking that no student was following her, she entered the storeroom
and closed the door behind her. The camera and the videocam were still
there, reminding her of her ordeal yesterday. Blushing with shame, she
quickly took off her clothes, knelt down and waited.
