Me and Mrs Jones

Me and Mrs Jones

CHAPTER 3 Lee takes Mrs Jones on the shopping trip from hell

When Lee got to the door she turned and told Jones, "You must always walk at least two steps behind me. Other than that, act normally. Until I order you to do something different."

How could she act normally, though? With every halting step she took, her nipples rubbed against her blouse. Her exposed cunt was becoming wetter all the time, and the breeze that blew upon it constantly was slightly disconcerting. With the top two buttons on her blouse open as Lee had ordered her, she was suddenly showing her cleavage. But she knew that protesting wouldn't get her anywhere. She strangled a sigh in her throat and nodded.

"Yes Ma'am," she replied.

Lee opened the door of the house and made the defeated teacher follow her up the driveway to where the car was parked.

"Give me the fucking keys," demanded Lee. "Don't forget - I'm driving now, not you. I'll hang on to them permanently from now on, in fact. After all, whose fucking car is this anyway? Mine or yours?" "Yours," Jones sighed. "Fucking right it's mine!" said Lee, a huge grin on her face.

As Lee unlocked the car Jones automatically moved towards the passenger door. She glared at the bitch and slapped her face hard.

"Where do you think you're fucking going, Jones? I've told you already, unless I specifically tell you otherwise, you travel in the fucking boot. Got that, shithead?"

Jones blushed a deep shade of scarlet. Probably she was as angry as she was embarrassed. Anyway, whatever, she moved to the back of the car and waited for Lee to unlock the boot. After she'd done so, the bitch got in. Lee locked the boot and climbed behind the wheel.

"OK, Jones, I'm going to see how much speed I can get out of my new car! Enjoy the ride, bitch!"

After a bumpy ride, during which Lee did her best to make the Jones bitch's time in the boot of her own car as uncomfortable as she possibly could, particularly by deliberately increasing her speed every time there was a traffic hump in the road, they finally arrived at the local supermarket. Lee walked over to the boot and unlocked it, much to the relief of her teacher.

"OK, Jones, get out now. And don't forget - you obey each and every order I give you. Whatever it is. You got that, bitch?" "Yes, Ma'am," the crushed Jones replied, choking back the tears that threatened to spill out.

Jones's heart sank as she realised that Lee was going to make her go into the store with her tits free and cunt naked. But her ordeal was only just beginning.

"Tell me Jones," she grinned, "do you have any sex toys or other kinky gear at home?" "Do I.. do I have any ... sex toys or ... kinky gear? No, Ma'am, I don't."

Lee laughed when she said that.

"Trust you to be a conservative fucking bitch. But we'll soon get you fitted out in an appropriate manner for your new status in life."

Jones stared at Lee in disbelief. She couldn't believe that her student had even asked her a question like this. And the fact that she now planned to "get her fitted out" sounded very ominous indeed. Well, Jones was right to be worried. Lee's vivid imagination was working overtime now as she planned the great transformation from stuck-up bitch to obedient slut.

"Well, fuck you, Jones. It's retail therapy time. And don't forget - you must always walk exactly two steps behind me at all times."

It was quite cold that evening and Jones picked up her jacket to put it on. Lee stopped her at once.

"You don't wear anything unless I fucking tell you to, Jones," she said angrily. "And don't try to pull your skirt down either. I want it up as high as it will go without actually exposing your cunt to direct view. Got that, Jones?" "Yes, Ma'am," the crushed Jones replied, doing as she was ordered but with obvious reluctance.

"Have you got any money on you, Jones?" "Yes." "Credit cards?" "Yes, Lee."

Lee stopped in her tracks and turned to the teacher.

"What the fuck did you call me, you stupid fucking bitch?" "Le...I'm sorry, Ma'am." "Open another fucking button." "Please Ma'am. I'm sorry." "I don't give a shit if you're sorry, Jones. Open the fucking button. Or do you want me to have you undo all your buttons?" "No, Ma'am!" answered Jones as she opened the third button on her blouse.

Now Jones knew that moving about the store was going to be even more difficult for her. She was desperately anxious not to expose her naked tits. To say nothing of her unprotected cunt.

"Get a fucking trolley, Jones." ordered Lee as they entered the store. "Yes, Ma'am."

Jones got a trolley and followed Lee through the store till she suddenly stopped. To Jones' surprise she found herself in the pet department.

"OK, Jones, you're my fucking bitch now. And what a bitch needs is a nice collar. Go on, try this one on," said Lee, handing Jones a black dog collar with studs on it. "What? You mean you want me to try it on - in - here???" "You stupid fucking cunt!" Lee exploded.

She glared at Jones and slapped her around the face again before continuing sternly.

"Jones. Get this into your stupid fucking head. I am not going to keep repeating myself for the benefit of your tiny moronic mind. If you don't do exactly what I tell you, you can fuck off and I will see to it that full details of your criminal past are made available to all interested parties by Monday. Now put the fucking collar on, bitch."

Jones looked around quickly to make sure that nobody else was watching. Then she put the collar around her neck. "It seems to fit me, Ma'am." "Well, let's be sure about that, you dumb fucking cunt....buckle the fucking thing."

So Jones, no doubt feeling even more deeply humiliated, buckled the dog collar around her neck. It fitted her perfectly.

"Good," said Lee. "Now let's get you a leash," said Lee. "Go on, get the one on the top shelf, Jones."

Jones groaned, and tried to take off the collar before anyone could see her in this state. But Lee slapped her hard round the face yet again.

"Leave the fucking thing on, Jones."

Groaning inwardly, Jones reached up to the top shelf to get the leash. She realized that when she stretched up there it made her naked tits spring out of her semi-opened blouse. As she tried to close her blouse with one hand while reaching up with the other to get the leash Lee gave her another slap on the face.

"Don't even think about touching that fucking blouse, Jones."

Then Lee clipped the leash on to the collar. She stood back for a moment to admire the effect.

"Looks absolutely perfect," she giggled. "Might have been made for you, in fact. Now put them in the basket." she ordered, moving to another part of the store.

Jones struggled hard to get the collar off quickly and manage to follow Lee without being seen by anyone. She also didn't want to make Lee angry because she was more than two paces behind.

Then Lee went to the luggage department and picked up an extremely large wooden chest. Her other purchases in the store were a large length of chain and a padlock, as well as some cucumbers, carrots, a large packet of chili powder and some red hot chilis.

Jones was getting more and more nervous as she looked over the contents of the trolley. "Almost finished here," said Lee as she moved off to the household goods section. She added a large packet of clothes pegs, and some candles to the trolley. The store purchases seemed finally completed when she added a number of bulldog clips from the stationery shelves.

"OK, Jones, pay for these and bring them out to my car," said Lee, leaving Jones standing there. "And be fucking quick about it too!"

Feeling embarrassed and extremely nervous, Jones made her way reluctantly to the till. She had a nasty feeling that Lee planned to use all the items on her somehow. And she was dead right.

Jones also realised that her blouse was barely concealing her naked tits, and that her cunt was also naked beneath her skirt. She was extremely anxious to get out of there and paid for the goods as quickly as she could. What she was also having trouble understanding was that her cunt was getting wetter all the time as she stood there and that her exposed nipples were rock hard.

She walked back to the car with the trolley, waiting for instructions. Lee opened the passenger door and told her to put the shopping on the back seats. This time, without being reminded, Jones walked across to the boot as Lee unlocked it. She climbed in and felt the young girl locking the boot.

Lee drove the teacher out of the local area. She had already decided that it might be better to go to a part of town where neither of them were known. After about half an hour's journey, she stopped the car. Jones was reminded that she must walk exactly two steps behind Lee and that she could only speak if spoken to first.

As Jones moved delicately across the car park she realized that the skirt she wore hardly covered her thighs. Her tits were also moving about a lot under the short blouse. She wanted desperately to go back to the car and hide - even in the boot - but she knew that Lee would never allow that. Somehow she had the feeling that Lee had something else up her sleeve besides the criminal record. She just couldn't work out what it was yet.

Their first stop was at a trendy boutique for teenagers. Lee walked over to the racks and chose a selection of garments. She chose a number of slips, a tutu, a couple of pairs of tops, a girdle, and a couple of pairs of shorts. All were deliberately a size too small for Jones. When she was ready Lee took Jones to the changing room and ordered her to try them on.

"And don't forget - when you've put each of them on, come out and show me what you look like." "Yes, Ma'am," said the by now thoroughly fucking miserable Jones.

Then Jones went into the changing room and stripped off. She put on the tutu which was miles too tight for her. It almost stuck up her arse and her unprotected cunt. After a desperate struggle she managed to get into it and opened the door of the changing room. Of course she expected Lee to be waiting right outside the cubicle, but she was not in the vicinity at all. A nervous Jones walked out of the door and saw Lee standing on the other side of the store looking at bras.

Like the stupid bitch she was, Jones stood there waiting for Lee, thinking that she hadn't seen her and would come over to look at the outfit. But Lee had other ideas for her. With an imperious wave of the hand, she summoned Jones to walk right across the store to where she was standing. When it finally dawned on Jones what was expected of her, she almost raced across the store in her tutu. She looked at Lee forlornly.

But if she expected any mercy from my sister she'd certainly picked the wrong girl! Lee immediately ordered her to turn round and show off her outfit to the sales girl.

"Are you quite sure you're comfortable in that, Madam?" asked the girl hesitantly. "It looks a little on the tight side to me." "Oh, don't worry about that," Lee laughed. "That's how she likes her clothes. Isn't it, Jones?" All the red-faced bitch could do was mumble "Yes, Ma'am," by way of answer.

Lee just laughed again. "You look great in that outfit, Jones. Now get changed into your stockings and skirt on and try on the slips." "Yes, Ma'am."

By now the sales girl was beginning to wonder about Lee and the Jones bitch. I don't think she'd quite made up her mind as to whether they were just larking about or whether there really was some seriously kinky lesbian domination going on between them.

Anyway, Jones, still blushing, turned and rushed back to the changing room. Once more she put on the stockings, skirt and garter belt and heels that Lee had ordered her to wear. She also put on a black slip which managed to hide more of her flesh than the blouse she had originally worn when coming in to the boutique. Once more she was forced to hobble across the store in her high heels and display the results for Lee and the sales girl. She felt more and more embarrassed and humiliated with every step she took.

This time, whether out of politeness, because she thought it was funny, or she was beginning to decide that Lee and Jones were in a sado-masochistic lesbian relationship, the sales girl took a different point of view.

"That's a much better fit," she said. "Hm," said Lee, looking Jones up and down thoughtfully. "I'm not so sure. Go and try a smaller size on, Jones." "Yes, Ma'am," the teacher said miserably.

So Jones picked out an even smaller size from the racks and once again had to show off the effect to Lee and the sales girl. Nodding her approval, Lee told her to get two of them in the smaller size.

When Jones was finally able to change back into the clothes she had arrived wearing she came out of the changing room and meekly followed Lee to the bra counter.

"What size are your tits, Jones?" "38D Ma'am," whispered the blushing teacher, right in front of the sales girl too. "Hm, that's much too big," said Lee thoughtfully. "Go and put this one on," she told her, and handed Jones a 36B bra.

Lee also forced Jones to try on and model for her and the salesgirl a number of skirts, blouses, dresses and pullovers. She ended up buying loads of clothes that would have looked fine on a teenage girl but made her look ridiculous. Lee gave her an evil grin as she told her to go over to the till and pay for her purchases.

The miserable Jones took all her purchases over to the till where a different young girl began ringing up the stuff she'd bought. She looked up, puzzled, and glanced at the two women.

"I think this may be the wrong size for you, madam. It looks a little on the small side to me," she said hesitantly. "Oh, she likes them tight," answered Lee, grinning at the deeply humiliated teacher.

As Jones staggered out to the car, weighed down with all the purchases she had been forced to make, she wondered what else Lee had planned for her. She was soon to find out.

The next stop was an "Ann Summers" adult boutique. Jones had never been in one of these stores in her life and she flushed bright red as she realised that Lee obviously wanted her to acquire some sort of downright tarty wardrobe. In a forlorn hope, she turned to my sister and pleaded with her.

"Please, Ma'am, don't make me go in there," she begged. "I've never been in one those places in my life. And I feel embarrassed enough already with the clothes I'm wearing and the clothes I've just bought in the boutique." "So fucking what?" Lee retorted. "You do what I fucking tell you to do at all times. Remember, bitch?" "Yes, Ma'am," Jones sighed.

Then they went inside the store. She looked over a selection of basques, corsets and girdles before turning to her victim once more.

"What waist are you, Jones?" "25, Ma'am," she whispered again. "Hips?" "36, Ma'am." "Hm, let's see if we can do better than that," she said thoughtfully.

Rummaging through the corsets on display she managed to find one that had only a size 21" waist. Then she found a body shaper with measurement 34B, 21, 31.

"Get these too," she ordered.

Lee also gave her a selection of stockings and suspenders. She tried them all on and all were naturally much too small for her. Lee watched Jones as she paraded in front of her in the tight garments.

"Great," she laughed. "Especially the basque. I love the way it shows off your tits and rides up really tight inside your arse and cunt. What do you think, Jones?" "Whatever you say, Ma'am," the teacher replied miserably.

Already loaded down with her purchases, Jones struggled to hold them all as they walked across the shopping centre. Lee still had plenty of plans for Jones but for now she decided she was hungry.

"Jones, get me a hot dog with mustard and tomato sauce, a burger with onions and mayonnaise, chips, and a Fanta." "Yes, Ma'am," said the miserable Jones, still struggling with her shopping.

Somehow Jones managed to buy the food for Lee and carry it over to her along with all her other shopping. She was then commanded to stand next to her holding all the shopping while Lee enjoyed a leisurely snack, made even sweeter by watching her teacher's humiliation at the same time.

"I'll let you know when you can eat," Lee told her with a big grin. "But I think for now I'll just have you the way you are." "Yes, Ma'am," Jones replied miserably.

After Lee finished Jones was made to clear the table and dispose of the food. They then set off for a shoe shop. Jones was ordered to sit down and now her short skirt with no knickers underneath created real problems for her. But Lee was merciless on the bitch.

"Can I help you, madam?" asked the young man in the shoe shop, his eyes fixed on Jones' shapely legs. "Yes, she wants to see all the 6" heeled shoes you've got," Lee told him, not even allowing Jones to get a word in. "What size, madam?" "What size are you, Jones?" "6," she mumbled. "Get size 5, " Lee told the salesman.

The somewhat bewildered young man rushed off and came back with a number of boxes. He knelt down in front of the teacher and helped her try on the too tight shoes she was about to be forced to buy. What he hadn't bargained for was that he wasn't just about to get a good view of Jones' legs but of her cunt too!

In the position she was in, and without any knickers underneath her short skirt, Jones simply couldn't keep her knees together as he tried on numerous pairs of high heeled shoes. Her humiliation was added to by being made to strut about the store in her high heels. The shoes were of course too tight and often too short as well. After trying on over a dozen pairs of shoes with 6" heels, Jones's face was extremely flushed with embarrassment. But, to her astonishment, she also discovered that her cunt was soaking wet.

Taking advantage of the situation, the young salesman also made a point of moving her feet around in a way that forced her to spread her legs wide as he put the shoes on her feet. This gave him a great view of her cunt!

"Come on, Jones, give us a catwalk show!" Lee commanded. "Yes, Ma'am," the distraught teacher mumbled sadly.

Jones got up and struggled desperately to walk about the store in her high heels.

"Come on, Jones, you lazy fucker, don't take all day!" said Lee spitefully. "Sorry, Ma'am," the humiliated teacher replied.

Once Lee was satisfied she made Jones pay for the shoes, rejecting only the ones that were too short. She not only didn't give a shit if they were too small, it was actually all part of the added fun for her. To say nothing of the delight she felt at seeing her teacher being humiliated in public by her in front of a young man.

By now, the weight of all the shoeboxes as well as her other shopping was really weighing down the miserable teacher. But Lee, of course, had no mercy on the bitch at all. She grinned as she watched her futile attempts to maneouvre with some sense of dignity with the combination of her outfit and the weight of her shopping.

As she stumbled desperately with the shopping, her skirt lifted right up her legs as she walked. Her blouse, which already had three buttons on it open, was pulled up even more, exposing a good view of her tits as they walked over to the car.

Jones hesitated when they got there, not sure what to do with the purchases. She stood there helplessly, waiting for Lee to give her instructions.

"OK, Jones, put the shopping in the back seat," she told her. "All except the trunk. That's going in the boot." "OK, Ma'am," said Jones. "But .. where am I supposed to go." "I'll show you, stupid," Lee laughed.

So she opened the trunk and ordered Jones to get right into it. For a minute the horrified teacher looked as if she was going to refuse. Then she sighed and climbed inside. Lee closed the trunk shut and padlocked it.

"OK, Jones, just one more stop," said Lee, pulling out of the car park. She took good care to drive as fast as possible over the speed bumps in the car park as she exited.

After leaving the shopping centre, she drove down the road for around ten minutes before pulling up outside an adult shop. She unlocked the trunk and ordered the teacher to get out.

"Come on, Jones. Let's go. I am enjoying seeing you spend your money for my entertainment!"

Jones hobbled, even crawled, rather than got out of the car, her body aching all over. She had no idea what new humiliation Lee had dreamed up for her but she just knew it was going to be at least as unpleasant as the ordeal she had already undergone.

"OK, Jones, let's go," said Lee. "I'll talk to the salesmen and you can speak if I tell you to."

When they got inside the staff looked somewhat surprised to see the 32-year old teacher with her 18-year-old student. But Lee, of course, was cool as ice. It was the Jones bitch who was sweating.

"Hi, guys," Lee began. "There's some gear I need to get for my new slave bitch here. Say hello, Jones." "Hello," Jones mumbled weakly, blushing with shame. "So how can we help you?" the guys asked.

Lee looked around the store casually for a minute or two before she gave her instructions. She was particularly savouring this particular moment of her triumph and of the humiliation she was inflicting on the stuck-up Jones bitch.

"OK, 2 butt plugs, 1 vibrator, 1 ordinary dildo and 1 double-ended dildo, one wooden tit-press, one metal tit-press with studs, a pair of handcuffs, a pair of foot cuffs, two pairs of nipple clamps with chains, half a dozen weights of different sizes, 1 bal1 gag, 1 cock gag, half a dozen canes of different lengths and weights, two tubes of lubricant, 1 dogwhip, 1 horsewhip, 1 cat of nine tails, two pairs of black eye shades, a spreader bar, and a black rubber hood. Oh yes, and with a ring attached to the hood and a chain to hang it from. That'll do for starters."

Jones hadn't got a clue what was going on, though she realised that all these things were going to be used on her in some way. She also had the vague idea that they would all cause her pain or discomfort or humiliation in some way. Well, she was absolutely right about that, of course.

Jones spent a fortune on the items on the list and was deeply embarrassed to be there. She was relieved when Lee finally motioned her to leave. She put the items in the back seat and then Lee told her to put the smaller of the butt plugs in her purse, together with a tube of lubricant. The bewildered Jones did exactly what she was told, but she felt extremely nervous. Her anxiety only increased when Lee, just before locking her back in the trunk of the boot, had a brief conversation with Jones.

"I'm hungry," Lee said. "Are you hungry, Jones? I'm fucking starving!"

In spite of the fact that she guessed that even eating was almost certain to involve her in some as yet unknown humiliation, Jones knew that she was very hungry and that it would be pointless to pretend that she wasn't.

"Yes, Ma'am," was all she said. "Good," Lee told her, locking her back in the trunk in the boot of the car.

After a fifteen minute drive Lee stopped at an Indian restaurant. She unlocked Jones from her trunk and ordered her out of the car boot.

"OK, Jones, it's curry time tonight," she told her. "Do you like curry, Jones?" "No, Ma'am," Jones admitted. "I don't like hot and spicy food." "Well fuck you, Jones!" said Lee, an evil grin on her face. "I love it and that's all that matters. I'll order for both of us." "Yes, Ma'am," answered a resigned Jones.

Lee paused a moment before delivering the killer punch. She licked her lips slowly in anticipation of what she was about to put her victim through for her own entertainment.

"OK, Jones, there's a certain etiquette you have to observe when you're eating. I expect you to observe it at all times except when I tell you otherwise." "Yes, Ma'am." "What you have to do," said Lee, with a really evil grin on her face, "is only eat any item of food after you've first dipped it in your cunt. You got that, Jones?"

Jones was horrified. She stared at her young tormentor in total disbelief. It was almost a minute before she could say anything in reply.

"Oh no, Ma'am, please Ma'am, please don't make me do that. It's disgusting, please don't make me do it, Ma'am."

But Lee only laughed. She gave a contemptuous look to her thoroughly traumatised victim.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Jones, it doesn't matter a fuck what you want? Your duty is to obey all commands that I give you. Your own selfish wishes are completely irrelevant. Of course, if you'd prefer, I can ring up Danny and have him notify everyone about your criminal past. Including your daughter. I'm sure that would spoil her holiday. Do you think she'd enjoy finding out about your sordid past, Jones?"

The desperate teacher looked down at the floor in defeat. She was a broken woman now. Glancing up at Lee, she nodded.

"All right, Ma'am, I'll do it," she muttered, through what seemed to be clenched teeth. "Good," grinned Lee. "Enjoy your meal, Jones!"

They sat at a table at the back of the restaurant. Lee ordered a Chicken Tikka starter for herself and a Sheesh Kebab for Jones. Lee's main course was Rogan Gosh with Pilau Rice. She also placed side orders of Nan bread and Bhindi Bhaji. For Jones's main meal she ordered a Chicken Vindaloo with boiled rice.

As soon as Lee ordered the meal Jones knew what was going to happen next. At least, she had dimly grasped the full horror of what she was expected to do. Then the meal arrived.

"Your Sheesh Kebab is here, Jones. I want you to stick it right up your cunt and just leave it in there till I give you permission to take it out," Lee told her.

Feeling thoroughly nauseated, the broken bitch picked up her Sheesh Kebab and reached under the table, extremely cautiously, to push the food into her cunt. To her further astonishment and shame, her knickerless cunt was dripping wet..

"Don't you dare let the fucking thing fall out, Jones," Lee warned her. "I want it to be well-dipped before you eat it." "Yes, Ma'am," Jones replied miserably. "Now eat your Bhindi Baja with your fingers. You're not allowed to use knives and forks or spoons." "But Ma'am...." Jones trailed off incoherently. "How am I supposed to eat those - things - with my fingers?" "That's your problem, Jones. I don't know what you're fucking moaning about. I'm letting you sit down to eat. And I haven't ordered anything really messy. Not yet, anyway. Although I'm beginning to wonder if I should change the order." "No, Ma'am, that's all right, Ma'am," Jones hastily changed her tune. "I'll use my fingers, Ma'am." "Now you can take your Sheesh Kebab out, Jones. But put the other one where the first one was." "Yes, Ma'am," she answered miserably.

 

Lee gave her victim a huge grin before continuing.

"Remember there are two of them, and you have to put each one in its proper place before eating it." "Yes, Ma'am," said Jones, miserably.

So the Jones bitch did exactly what she was told. She tried very hard to be unnoticed as she slipped the first kebab out of her cunt and put another one there in its place.

"Now eat your delicious Sheesh Kebab." "Yes, Ma'am."

This time Jones did as she was told without any arguments or even asking her a question about it. As she ate her starter, the combination of the rich spicy food and the taste of her own cunt juices made her almost want to throw up. I'll never get used to the taste of my cunt, she thought miserably. And even the food is much too rich and spicy for my taste. Oh, why did I ever get myself into trouble when I was young?

Then Jones picked up the ladies fingers and dipped each one in her cunt first before eating them with her hands. The waiter arrived with Lee's side orders while Jones carried on eating with her fingers. He gave her a funny look but said nothing. Waiters in Indian restaurants learn to get used to boisterous and eccentric customers. Especially when they've had a few drinks. Although the woman in her early thirties was not really typical of the sort of "yobbish" customers they often had to put up with. Maybe she's one of these "laddettes," the waiter mused idly.

As for Lee, her smile of pleasure just got bigger as she watched Jones eating two Sheesh Kebabs, pre-dipped in cunt sauce of course, and a whole bowl of Bhindi Bhaji, also cunt-flavoured. Then it was time for the main course. Lee ordered Jones to dip the chicken part of the Vindaloo in her cunt before eating it. She did as she was told and Lee watched with a sadistic grin as the overpowering hotness of the dish, even "diluted" with the juices of Jones' cunt, hit her victim's mouth.

"God, that's so hot!" Jones protested. "I know," Lee laughed. "That's why I ordered it for you. And you'd better eat it all up, Jones." "Yes, Ma'am," the weary teacher gasped at her student.

"Don't forget to lick it all off your fingers, Jones. Then go and pay the bill. And leave them a big tip too." "Yes, Ma'am," the crushed teacher replied.

The staff at the till gave her a funny look as she paid for the meal but said nothing. Like most restaurant workers, they were used to the occasional eccentric customer. But Jones had rarely felt so publicly humiliated in her life.

"Come on, Jones, you lazy fucking cunt, get a move on, you worthless piece of shit!" Lee called out as she was paying. Her face went red as beetroot as she continued to settle the account while also quickly answering, "Yes, Ma'am. I'm almost ready, Ma'am."

Then she walked out of the restaurant deeply ashamed of herself. Her mouth was still filled with a mixture of the rich and spicy Indian food and her own cunt juice. She felt like throwing up but she knew instinctively that Lee would punish her for such a public display of her disgust.

When she got out to the car park Lee was standing beside the car waiting for her.

"Tasty, wasn't it, Jones?" "Yes, thank you, Ma'am," she replied resignedly. "Unless I tell you otherwise, you will always eat whatever food I tell you to only after you've dipped it in your cunt first. Is that understood, Jones?" "Yes, Ma'am." "OK, get in the trunk, bitch. We're going home." "Yes, Ma'am," the crushed teacher replied.

Wearily, she climbed into the trunk, feeling it close over her and then hearing the sound of Lee locking first it and then the boot. She wondered what the hell was coming next. But she wouldn't find that out till she got back home. Somehow she wasn't sure whether or not to look forward to getting back or not. She had the feeling that things could only get worse for her. And, of course, the stupid bitch was absolutely right!