Me and Mrs Jones

Me and Mrs Jones

CHAPTER 2 Lee takes charge

Lee enjoyed driving the Jones bitch back home in the boot of her own car. She made a point of locking it and when she arrived there she took the house keys from the teacher's handbag and let herself in, leaving Jones to sweat it out in the boot.

Lee first of all poured herself a Scotch from the Jones bitch's drinks cabinet. Then she went right through the house in detail, preparing the ground for phase two of the plan. Finally, she sat down in front of the TV and watched a video.

As well as the time spent driving, Jones also spent two hours locked inside the boot right outside her own home. Lee enjoyed the power over her teacher and was now ready to start turning the screw even harder.

"OK, bitch, you can get out now," she finally told Jones.

The once so high and mighty teacher was by now a shivering, shaking nervous wreck. She stumbled out of the boot and staggered towards the house. As she approached the front door, Lee was before her. She deliberately slammed the door shut in the astonished teacher's face.

As Lee watched through the glass, Jones stared at the front door in disbelief. She took a full thirty seconds before realising just what had happened to her. Then she rang the bell.

"Let me in," she demanded. "Come on, Lee, this isn't funny! Let me in!"

But Lee simply ignored the stupid cunt's complaints. When the bell got no response, Jones started banging loudly on the door, as if that was going to do her any more good than ringing the bell had.

After five minutes of alternately ringing the bell and banging on the door, Jones seemed to give up. She sat down on the step outside the house and started crying. At that point Lee decided to increase her humiliation.

"Hey, bitch," she said. "Do you want to come in?" "Of course I do," came the angry retort. "Well, then, I think you ought to at least ask me nicely, don't you? Or haven't you got any manners?"

The Jones bitch stared at the door in a mixture of disbelief and cold fury. But she didn't really want to make a scene in front of her neighbours, and once she was inside maybe she could take control of the situation at last. Especially with the girl's brother finally gone.

"Please, Lee, I want to come in." "Can't hear you," she grinned. "You'll have to do better than that. And say it more respectfully, too."

Through gritted teeth the Jones bitch decided to eat humble pie. She took a deep breath and then tried again.

"Please, Lee, may I come in, please?" "Can't hear you," she laughed. "You'll have to say it a bit louder." "Please, Lee, may I come in, please?" she repeated, an air of desperation in her voice. "OK, bitch, you can come in now," Lee finally relented.

When the Jones bitch came in through the door Lee hustled her quickly into the kitchen.

"What do you say, bitch?" "Huh? What do you mean?" Then it finally dawned on the stupid cunt that my sister wanted her to thank her for allowing her in to her own house. Through gritted teeth, she forced out the words "Thank you." "Thank me for what, bitch?" "Thank you for letting me in." "OK, you're learning. Now we need to start putting the next phase of our training programme into action. While you were lazing about in the boot of my car, I went through this place with a fine toothcomb. There's lots of stuff here you won't be needing any more. Let's make a start by seeing what we can do about your fucking terrible dress sense."

The Jones bitch stared at Lee in growing fear and amazement. What exactly was it that this young girl wanted from her? And what did she mean by a "training programme?" Somehow it all sounded extremely disturbing. Were the girl and her brother planning to kidnap her, or to take money and jewellery from the house, or - what? Janice Jones was totally in a state of shock.

"What is it you want from me, Lee?" she finally asked point-blank. "I want you, you stupid fucking bitch." replied Lee calmly. "I want you to become my slave. I want you to obey any and every command I give you without question or complaint. If you ever refuse anything I tell you to do, I will see to it that everyone knows about your criminal record. But if you agree to become my slave, we'll keep the whole thing just between ourselves."

Janice Jones stared at my sister in disbelief. She couldn't believe her ears, to begin with. But she also couldn't let the truth about her criminal record come out. Especially if it meant losing custody of her daughter. Anything was better than that. Wasn't it?

"Do you understand what I've just said, Mrs Jones?" "I don't understand," she mumbled. "Please, Lee, what have I ever done to make you treat me like this? It's shameful."

Lee just laughed. "You really are a stupid bitch, aren't you - Jones? It is very simple - Jones . If you don't do everything I tell you, you won't be anybody's teacher, wife or mother. Do you understand me, Jones ." "But .. but .. you're trying to blackmail me into slavery!" she gasped. "Oh, you've finally got it into that thick head of yours at last, have you? Took you fucking long enough, you stupid bitch!"

Janice Jones gasped in disbelief at the disrespectful way her student was talking to her.

"Anyway, fuck you, bitch. You've had your chance. I'll tell my brother to release the details of your criminal record and then you'll wish you'd accepted my kind offer."

Jones stared at Lee with a look of total horror over her face. She just couldn't risk the truth about her past coming out. And she didn't even know about the improvements on her real record I was busy putting together back at police headquarters!

"No, Lee, please wait, I'll co-operate. I'll do whatever it is you want, I promise." "About fucking time," she sneered. "Right then, let's start off by telling you how things are going to be round here from now on."

She paused for a moment before continuing to issue orders.

"Start off by standing up straight with your hands on your head. And don't you dare even try to move. And especially don't you dare to fucking talk until I say you can."

In a state of total shock, Jones stood to attention with her hands on her head. Lee looked at her triumphantly. This is going to be the best year of my life, she thought.

"You understand if you don't obey every command I give you - no matter what it is - you're well and truly fucked, don't you?" "Yes, Lee," she mumbled.

Now she knew she really was in deep shit. Her past had caught up with her in a big way and was about to ruin her future. Surely this 18-year old girl can't be serious about making me her slave? Well, that's what she thought, anyway. But her ordeal was just about to start getting worse.

"Ma'am to you." "Pardon?" " You ," said Lee, in a tone of heavy exasperation, "are Jones. I," she continued, "you address as Ma'am at all times. Do you understand, Jones?" "Yes, Ma'am, I understand."

Lee sat down on the sofa as she contemplated the delightful sight of the Jones bitch standing before her with her hands on her head, waiting to be told what to do. Another smile of triumph passed across her face as she began the next phase of her tutor's humiliation.

"OK, take your top off, Jones." The bitch hesitated. "Please, Lee," she pleaded. "Please don't make me do this."

Jumping up, Lee came around the desk and slapped her teacher hard around the face.

"Ma'am to you, you fucking bitch. DO AS YOU'RE FUCKING TOLD!"

Jones was rooted to the spot in fear and disbelief, completely unable to move. But Lee just smiled sweetly at her.

"OK, that's it, I'll tell my brother to notify the school,your ex, and your daughter about your criminal record," said Lee as she turned and headed for the door.

There was a thirty-second hush while the once arrogant teacher tried to decide what to do. Finally despair won out over shame.

"Please wait!" the Jones bitch shouted. Lee paused and turned to face the frightened teacher. "What?" "Please, Lee, don't do this to you. I'll give you money. As much money as you want. Please don't do anything." "Goodbye, Jones." said Lee as she calmly turned to the door. "Please, Lee, Ma'am, I'll do it. Please don't leave." screamed the panicking teacher.

Lee stopped at the door and turned to face the beaten teacher. "Well?" "OK, Ma'am, I'll do whatever you want."

The Jones bitch's hands moved to the buttons on her blouse. Slowly she began undoing her blouse from the neck down. Now, for the first time, tears started running down her cheeks.

"Take the fucking thing right off completely," demanded Lee as she sat back down on the sofa and watched the strip-tease.

Jones removed her blouse and placed it on the floor. She stood before her student with her blouse off wondering what was going to happen next. Was Lee a lesbian? She wondered hard about that.

"Now take off your fucking bra, Jones."

Jones reached behind her back and opened the clasp on her bra. As she removed the bra, her firm 36D tits came into view.

After she'd taken off her bra and put that on the floor too, Lee told her "Put that fucking bra in the rubbish bin - you won't be needing it anymore."

Now stripped to the waist, Jones stood fearfully before her student. Embarrassment had long since stopped bothering her. What was going through the bitch's mind now was pure fear.

"OK, Jones. Now take off that fucking skirt."

Without thinking Jones unzipped her skirt and let it on to the floor next to her blouse.

"Well, Jones. I see your dress sense is just as bad when it comes to what's not usually on show. Get out of those ugly fucking knickers and tights right now."

Reeling from the criticism of her dress sense by her own student, Jones, still in a state of shock, took off her knickers and tights.

"Put those pieces of shit in the bin too."

The once so arrogant teacher meekly did as she was told. She was now standing naked in her own house before her 18 year old student. She could see no chance of escape. What will she make me do next, she wondered? She was soon to find out.

"OK, Jones, stand to attention once more, hands on your head. And don't fucking move an inch if you know what's good for you."

Then Lee came and stood right in front of the now terrified teacher. Reaching out, she grabbed hold of the bitch's nipples.

"Hm," she smiled. "Stiff, I see. Enjoying yourself, Jones?"

"No, Ma'am," she protested.

But though Jones denied it to my sister, she admitted later that she was feeling rather strange, even a bit excited about her sudden and totally unexpected humiliation at the hands of her 18 year old student.

"Bullshit!" Lee told her. "Your tits can't lie to me. I know you fucking love it, you filthy whore!"

Then she pinched harder and harder on her nipples until Jones finally groaned.

"Tell me the truth, Jones." "No, I don't like it." Jones said again. "Well, your tits certainly do," she laughed.

Then Lee abruptly released Jones's nipples.

"I know you're lying to me, you fucking slut, and you'll have to be punished for that. I also know that Kathy is away on a school journey for a whole week, and, of course, the school is on holiday for a week too."

She paused to let her think about that a bit before going in with the killer punch.

"So, you see, I've got you all to myself for a whole week. Do you understand me, Jones? You're mine to play with for the next week. And I'm going to enjoy my new toy very much indeed."

Jones shivered, not just with the sudden cold of standing there naked, but with the dawning realisation of what Lee's words meant. She was going to be a prisoner in her own home for a whole week at the mercy of this girl and her brother.

"So, Jones, I will be spending the whole week here. Do you understand me, bitch?" "Yes, Ma'am," the crushed teacher sobbed. "Good. Well, it's Friday now, what, five o'clock in the afternoon. We've still got time to go shopping. Then, of course, your training will begin properly."

Jones shivered again. She didn't like the sound of "training" at all. And, of course, the stupid bitch was right to be scared. What I'd had planned for the cunt would have been bad enough, but what Lee had on her mind took my breath away. The Jones bitch was going to have the week from hell. And, if our plan worked out the way we wanted, the rest of her life too.

"OK, Jones, put your skirt, blouse and shoes on. And undo the top two buttons on your blouse."

Jones complied with a bad grace, but she almost felt as if she was more naked dressed like this. Her firm tits began moving under the thin material of the blouse, while her nipples were clearly on view. And, of course, she had never been out of her house without knickers before. As a breeze moved across her cunt she trembled slightly. To her astonishment she felt herself getting wet.

"Let's go, Jones. Leave the knickers, bra and tights for later. We're going out for a spot of retail therapy. And don't forget - you always travel in the boot of my car unless I tell you otherwise." "Yes, Ma'am," replied the crushed and once so fucking arrogant teacher.

Then the two women moved to the front door. The next stage of their adventure was about to begin.