Me and Mrs Jones

CHAPTER 5 Lee puts Mrs Jones through her paces

Lee woke up around 8:30 to the sound of snivelling noises coming from the trunk at the foot of her bed. She smiled as she thought of her hated teacher locked securely inside the chest, completely at her mercy. And mercy was not a word in Lee's vocabulary.

Getting up at last, she walked over to the trunk and unlocked it. She saw the Jones bitch helplessly trussed up inside it, and gave a smile of pure pleasure. Lee saw, with deep satisfaction, that the bitch had obviously spent a long time crying already. She took off the hood and the bonds that restrained her, all but for the handcuffs on her wrists and the shackles on her legs.

"What the fuck's wrong with you, Jones?" she asked cruelly. Janny (as I like to call her, because she hates it) stared up at her tormentor and saw Lee's naked body for the first time. Blinking back the tears, she gazed at her forlornly.

"I just can't take any more of this, Lee," she told her. "I can't stand the pain and the humiliation of it all. And I'd rather lose my job than give up my self-respect." "Self-respect? What fucking self-respect? Aren't you forgetting something, Jones? You've got a criminal record - which you've lied about to get a job of trust with vulnerable young children! As well as your criminal record, I've also got some pictures of you. Shall we take a look at the photos, Jones?" said Lee.

Janny looked up at my sister, not understanding what she meant. "Photos?" she said, stupidly. "What photos?" "Well, let's start with this bunch," Lee smiled. "How are you going to explain this one away?"

Then she showed the Jones bitch a picture of her kneeling before me and sucking my cock - and begging me to let her do it!

"I'd be VERY interested to hear you explaining that away," said Lee, giving her a GOOD look at the picture. She loved the look on the Jones bitch's face when she showed her that one.

Janny knew she was well and truly trapped. She burst into tears once again, completely losing the last of her self-control.

"Now, Jones. what do you want me to do?" "Please, Lee, please don't show those to anyone. I'll do anything you want."

Crack! came a stinging slap across Janny's face as Lee gave her a really hard slap. Crack! came another one.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Jones, you NEVER call me anything other than ma'am?" "Sorry, ma'am," Janny spluttered, between her tears. "It just seems you STILL haven't learned proper respect for your superiors yet. I suppose I'll just have to give you another reminder."

So Lee picked up the cane and put the crying teacher over her knee like a naughty child. "I think you need to be caned for your disobedience and stupidity."

Janny's eyes widened as she saw the cane in my sister's hand. She tried to plead with her for mercy. No chance.

"Please, Ma'am, please forgive me. I'm truly sorry for my lack of respect. I will be a good girl - I promise." "You'd fucking BETTER be, Jones. All the same, you still deserve to be punished. Don't you, Jones?"

Janny just lay there, crying and not answering. Lee pulled her hair savagely, yanking her head up.

"Fucking answer me when I speak to you, bitch! Don't you have ANY respect for your superiors? Now, I'll say it again, Jones. you do deserve to be punished like the bad girl you are. That's right, isn't it, Jones?"

The broken Janny whispered softly, "Yes, Ma'am." "Yes what, ma'am?" "Yes, ma'am, I do deserve to be punished like the bad girl I am." "That's better. Now I want you to beg me to cane your arse to punish you for not being respectful to your superiors." "Please Ma'am, please cane my arse," sobbed the defeated teacher.

Lee nodded at her thoughtfully. "Not bad, Jones," she said. "But not good enough, I think. I want you to be much more humble towards me. Something like, please ma'am, I beg you to cane my worthless arse to punish me justly for my disgraceful lack of respect towards my superior."

Jones groaned, but she repeated the words exactly as Lee had said them.

"That's better," said Lee. "Now then! How many swats do you think you deserve, Jones?" "Please don't make me do this, ma'am. Just get it over with. Please."

Lee grabbed the Jones bitch by the hair and slapped her face again, hard. "Perhaps you didn't hear what I said. How many strokes, Jones?" "One', mumbled the desperate teacher.

"ONE!" Lee exploded. "I WAS going to give you five - but since you had the fucking cheek to say ONE - well, Jones, I'm going to make it six. Six of the very best, Jones. Don't you think a truly naughty girl like you deserves six of the best, Jones?"

Janny stared at her helplessly. There was nothing she could say or do that would make any difference. After a quick think, she nodded her head.

"Yes, ma'am, a truly naughty girl like me deserves six of the best, ma'am." "Good," Lee smiled. "Now I want you to count each stroke for me. And don't forget to express your gratitude to me after each one." "Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am," the defeated teacher mumbled.

The first stroke of the cane landed squarely on the right cheek of Janny's arse. "One," the bitch cried out. "Thank you, ma'am." Then the second followed, this time aimed at the left cheek of her arse. "TWO," she cried out, "thank you, ma'am." The third stroke hit her full across her arse. "THREE!" she screamed, "thank you, ma'am."

Then the bitch, her eyes red and tears trickling down her cheeks, made another mistake. She tried once again to appeal to my sister's sense of pity.

"Please, Ma'am, I can't take any more."

Lee glared at the Jones bitch then. She put down her cane and swivelled her round to face her.

"You stupid fucking bitch!" she shouted. "Who the fuck do you think you are? How dare you interrupt ME? ESPECIALLY when I'm giving you a THOROUGHLY WELL-DESERVED punishment!"

She slapped her face once more, brutally, with stinging blows that made the bitch cry again.

"Apologise immediately, Jones." "Sorry, ma'am," the cowed bitch sobbed her response. "I'm truly sorry for daring to be so disrespectful as to interrupt you when you were giving me such a well-deserved punishment."

Lee smiled when she heard that. She knew she was breaking the bitch at last. Now to confirm her mastery over her...

"That's better," she said. "Now I was going to give you six - but after that disgraceful display of disrespect I think I should double the amount of strokes I give you. Don't you agree, Jones?" "Yes, ma'am," she said weakly. "And," she added, with a wicked grin on her face, "I think we should start all over again. Right from the beginning. Don't you agree, Jones?" "Yes, ma'am," she sobbed her reluctant agreement.

THWACK! came the first stroke. "One, thank you, ma'am," Janny moaned as the cane battered her arse again. The whole roadshow went on until she'd finally received, counted and thanked Lee for twelve strokes (really fifteen, of course).

By the end of the performance she'd been howling and crying as she said her piece. Her arse must have felt as if it was on fire - it certainly looked that way!

Lee got up, gave the helpless teacher a short kick, and then turned her over contemptuously. She took hold of the cuffs holding her wrists behind her back and unlocked them for a brief second before locking them again, this time with Janny's hands in front of her.

"OK, Jones, make me some breakfast," Lee told her. "I'm going to have a nice leisurely bath." "Yes, ma'am," Janny said. She hesitated for a minute before continuing. "Ma'am?" she asked. "YES, Jones?" "Please, ma'am, I need to use the bathroom."

Lee laughed when she said that. "No, Jones, you do NOT need to use the bathroom. YOU must always ask ME for permission to piss or shit. Which is it, Jones?" "Please, ma'am, I need a piss." "No, Jones, you still haven't got it right. What you need to say is, please, ma'am, may I have a piss?" "Please, ma'am, may I have a piss?" she mumbled back. "Make my breakfast and maybe I'll let you piss," said Lee, an evil grin on her face. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am," the defeated teacher replied.

So Janny went into the kitchen while Lee soaked long and leisurely in the bathtub. When she got out, wearing one of the teacher's bathrobes, she found the Jones bitch sitting down at the table drinking a cup of tea.

Lee immediately raced over and slapped her hard across the face. She shouted angrily at Janny.

"Who the fuck said you could sit down? And who the fuck said you could make yourself a drink?"

The terrified teacher leaped up, wondering what punishment she was going to get next.

"I'm truly sorry, Ma'am. I wasn't thinking. Of course I must ALWAYS ask you for permission to do anything." "Too fucking right," Lee told her. "Now pour that tea away."

She hastily dumped the tea into the sink. Lee looked at her coldly.

"Is my breakfast ready yet, Jones?" "Not quite ready yet, ma'am," she whispered. "Why the fuck not, Jones?" "I'm sorry, ma'am, I wasn't sure how long you'd be." "THAT," Lee told her, "is NO fucking excuse at all. I expect you to have WHATEVER food I want ready WHENEVER I feel like eating it. Do you understand that, Jones, you fucking moron?" "Yes, ma'am," said Janny, weakly. "It'll only be two minutes." "I'm timing you, Jones. And don't make the same mistake in future." "No, ma'am," the miserable teacher said to her young student.

When the breakfast was ready Lee gave a big grin. She looked at Janny as she stood there watching and put her through her next ordeal.

"OK, Jones, now stick your fat arse over the table so I can watch you while I eat." "Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am."

The desperate teacher bent over the table immediately. She was now only concerned not to upset her young tormentor any further. God only knew what else she had in mind for her. She had already had more than enough of her anger.

"Not good enough," Lee told her. "I want you LYING on this fucking table. And flatten out those monster tits of yours too. Now spread your legs wide apart - as far as the table legs."

Janny groaned but did as she was told. It really hurt her. Especially when Lee also forced her to put the 6" heels on her feet too.

"Now stay there while I eat my breakfast and decide what to do about your continuing insubordination. How many times have I told you - you MUST ask my permission to do ANYTHING?" "Yes, Ma'am. I'm truly sorry, Ma'am. I forgot, Ma'am"

Lee sat down and ate the breakfast and drank the tea her teacher had made. She really was getting a huge kick out of the whole situation.

The Jones bitch, though, was becoming very uncomfortable indeed, stuck in the position she was. Her legs were aching like crazy and she was desperate for a piss.

"Please, Ma'am, may I please have a piss?" she pleaded. "Shut the fuck up,Jones, I'm eating my breakfast. How dare you interrupt me with your trivial selfish whims. Any more insubordination from you and I'll REALLY lay into you."

Jones groaned and fixed all her energies and willpower on controlling her bladder. She was desperate for a piss, but she knew that she dared not risk infuriating Lee any further. Lee, in the meantime, enjoyed the view of the teacher, stuck naked in her own kitchen, over the table, desperate to piss, and being controlled absolutely by her 18-year-old student.

Finally Lee finished her breakfast. She got up and walked round the kitche. Reaching for her digicam, she took a picture of the teacher as she lay sprawled out across the table.

Then Lee got out the cane once more. She laid it across the Jones bitch's arse so she knew what was coming next.

"How many strokes, Jones?" "Six, please, ma'am," said the resigned teacher, remembering last time when she had suggested too low a number.

But even that was too low for Lee in her present mood.

"I think twelve is more appropriate. Don't you, Jones?" "Yes, ma'am," she sighed. "Thank you, ma'am."

THWACK, came the first stroke on her arse. Instinctively she leaped up and tried to protect her arse with her hands. Another mistake.

"Keep your fucking hands where they are, Jones. How are you ever going to learn respect if you can't obey even the simplest of orders? Right, let's start again. And this time, because you disobeyed me, I'm going to increase the number of strokes to twenty. Is that fair, Jones?" "Yes, ma'am," the sobbing teacher replied. "Thank you, ma'am."

THWACK, came the second stroke. "One. Thank you, ma'am." THWACK. "Two. Thank you, ma'am."

Lee went on caning her until she had administered twenty strokes on Jones' arse (in reality twenty-one). Then she turned to her teacher with a mocking grin on her face.

"Would you still like a piss, Jones?" "Yes, please, Ma'am," answered the sobbing teacher, gently rubbing her red arse, and hoping that trying to allieviate the burning pain on her rear was not being disrespectful. "Well, let's see what we can do about that," Lee grinned.

She picked up the collar and leash and fastened them round the stupid bitch's neck. A wide-eyed Janny just looked at her, still not understanding. Pulling her by the leash, Lee dragged her to the back door.

"OK, Jones, go out into the garden and piss."

Janny couldn't believe her ears. She'd done it last night - but surely this wasn't going to be a regular routine for her? Did she really expect her to - to piss, she hastily corrected herself mentally, in her own back garden, in full view of her?

Lee led the defeated teacher to the lawn in her garden and stood there waiting. "You'd better go now, Jones, because if you don't you'll have to wait till we come back from shopping. Of course, if you'd rather wait.." "No, Ma'am, I'll piss now," said Janny, desperate to go. "Well, fucking get on with it, then!" said Lee cruelly, yanking on the leash. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am," she said, resigning herself to her fate. "And don't take all fucking day about it, you stupid bitch!"

Though even Lee was slightly cold, wearing only a bathrobe, she knew that the naked Jones was freezing as she stood there, utterly humiliated, and that turned her on.

Janny gave us trying to be dignified and just spread her legs wide, pissing copiously on her own lawn, watched by the stern gaze of her tormentor.

SNAP. The camera clicked, preserving a delightfully humiliating image of the teacher pissing on her own lawn in front of her student, a collar and leash around her neck. When she'd finally finished, the embarrassed teacher looked at the ground and said to her student,"I've finished pissing, Ma'am."

Lee looked at her coldly. "Good. What do you say, Jones?" "Thank you for allowing me to piss, ma'am," the humiliated Jones bitch mumbled, unable to look Lee in the eye. "Good. Let's go indoors and get dressed now." "Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am."

Then Janny went indoors, careful to follow behind Lee. The young girl told her to stand by the sofa in the lounge while she picked out some suitable clothes for her. Lee went into her daughter's room and chose a very tight and very short skirt for her to wear, together with a top that was so figure-hugging that it almost clung to her tits. The skirt hardly covered her exposed cunt, and her nipples could be clearly seen through her top. Even her tits themselves peeped out a little from the garment. It was, of course, time for another picture.

As she gazed hopelessly in the mirror, Janny just knew she would spend all day pulling at the top and the skirt to avoid looking even more like a slut than she already did. Naturally, Lee had forbidden her to wear either a bra or knickers. She just hoped no one who knew her would see her in this outfit. God only know what they'll think of me, Janny sighed inwardly.

But if she thought her ordeal couldn't get much worse she was in for ANOTHER fucking shock! Lee had all the angles covered. What my sister doesn't know about humiliation just isn't worth knowing! As the unsuspecting Janny was just about to find out - in spades!

"Kneel down on the floor, Jones," said Lee. "I'll make up your face for you. Got to do SOMETHING to improve your fucking ugly mug, haven't I?" "Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am," the utterly miserable Janny almost whispered.

So Lee set to work, plastering ten times as much make-up as the Jones bitch would have normally put on herself. She got a real kick out of watching her teacher kneeling on the floor before her, dressed like a slut, and being made up to look like a cheap whore as well.

"Hm," Lee said when she was finished. "I'll just style your hair for the time being. Later on I'll do it properly. But we don't have much time. It's retail therapy time again. So get your purse and credit cards, put your collar in the purse and let's get out of her, Jones." "Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am," she answered, wearily, wondering what stunt Lee was going to pull on her next.

When she got to the town shopping centre, she let the teacher out of the boot of the car - her normal place now, while Lee was driving - and led her towards a hardware store. Janny was baffled by her choice of shop, but she followed her dutifully, walking two paces behind as she'd been ordered and never speaking until Lee spoke first. And she didn't have to wait long for that to happen. My sister was really planning another day of hell for the stupid stuck-up teacher! And the bitch would thank her for it too! Who says life isn't wonderful?