Me and Mrs Jones

CHAPTER 1 The Trap is baited:

"Me and Mrs Jones

We've got a thing going on,

And though I know it's wrong

It's much too nice to leave alone."

I'd often fantasised about getting one over on the stuck-up bitch who'd been my teacher at school. She'd always given me a hard time in my opinion and when I left school and went into the local police force I plotted for ways to take my revenge.

One day I was going through records on my computer when I found some dynamite news. I saw right away that it was going to be good enough to really make the too high and fucking mighty Mrs. Janice Jones really sit up and take notice. In fact, it would put her completely in my power for as long as I wanted. I got really excited about it and talked it over with my own sister Lee. She was just as happy about it as I was and in fact she even came up with ideas as to how we could improve on my original plan.

I drove the patrol car over to the school she worked at. Her last class of the day had just finished and she was getting ready to leave. But she was about to get the shock of her life.

I knocked at the classroom door. Startled, she looked up and gave me a funny look, as if she couldn't quite place who I was. I made sure she saw my uniform, though. Stupid bitch must have thought it was one of her fucking students in trouble instead of her. Was she in for a rude awakening!

"Mrs Jones?" I began. "Do you remember me?" She shook her head. "No, I'm sorry, I don't. Should I?" "That depends," I said. "Depends on what?" "I used to be one of your students."

She looked at me more closely and then a sudden dawning recognition came over her.

"You're Danny Jackson, aren't you? So you're in the police force now. Do you enjoy your job?" "Sometimes," I grinned. "But anyway, we're wasting time. I need to talk to you, Mrs Jones." "To me?" she looked at me all surprised. "About what?"

I paused for a moment to make the bitch uneasy. Then I just sat down and pulled out my notebook.

"Well, Mrs Jones, it seems you haven't always been such a good girl," I told her. "It seems that when you were a teenager you got into a lot of trouble. I've found a conviction for drugs, another one for shoplifting, even one for resisting arrest. Quite an impressive little file, I'd say. And I haven't even started to look any deeper yet. Who knows what other secrets we might find out about your past?"

Mrs Janice Jones looked at me with real fear in her eyes for the first time. She stood up, sat down again, and then stood up as if to leave before finally sighing and sitting down once more.

"That was a long time ago," she said finally. "I was a young kid from a broken home and I got into bad company."

The bitch looked at me as if she thought I might be sympathetic to that tired old line. Then she sighed and carried on a bit.

"Yes, I did get convictions for drugs and shoplifting, and I'm not proud of them, but that's all behind me now." "What about the charge of resisting arrest?" I asked."Resisting arrest? I was in a peace demonstration and the policeman tried to molest me. I was only defending myself." "That's not how the court saw it," I told her quietly. "Do you like your job, Mrs Jones?" "Of course." "And do your employers know about your criminal record?" "No," she sighed. "I got married and of course these were committed in my maiden name." "You still married?" "No, Sean and I divorced four years ago." "Does he know about your record?" "Of course." "And your daughter?" "Well, no."

I grinned as I let her sweat it out for a moment. I pretended to be making some notes in my book as I watched her out of the corner of my eye.

"So the school doesn't know, and your daughter doesn't know. Don't you think they have the right to know the sort of woman you really are?"

She gave me a long hard look then. I could tell she was working on ways to talk her way out of the situation. In the end she said pretty much what I expected her to say.

"All right, Danny, what do you want from me? Is it money? How much do you want?" I just laughed at that. "You really are stupid, aren't you? Trying to bribe a police officer is an offence, didn't you know? And I'm sure you don't want another notch on your criminal record - Mrs Jones." "So what do you want, Danny?" "Well, for starters, stop calling me Danny. You call me Officer Jackson. Or sir." "OK, Officer Jackson. What is it you want from me?"

I just sat there and grinned at her, letting her sweat a bit while I turned the screw a bit tighter. But I didn't answer her question.

"I'll be in touch, Mrs. Jones. You'll find out soon enough. Be good!"

The next stage in my plan came the very next afternoon. After letting the bitch spend a sleepless night worrying about what else she might have to hide about her past, and what else I might be planning to do about it, I got my sister to put the next part of the plan into operation.

My sister Lee's a real looker. We're all tall in my family; I'm 6ft 4, and Lee's 5ft 11. Plus she's got brains and beauty.

Even though she's only 18, three years younger than me, she is the smartest lady I've ever known. And, best of all, she's a student in the Jones bitch's class.

After the end of the last lesson, the teacher was getting ready to go home when Lee moved over to the desk and started talking to the bitch.

"Mrs. Jones," she began. "Yes, Lee?" "We need to talk," she said. "I understand you had a visit from my brother yesterday."

Apparently she went bright red when she heard her say that. She looked at my sister in anticipation.

"Did he give you a message for me?" she asked finally. "Just close the door," Lee told her.

The stupid bitch got up and closed the door. When she got back, Lee was sitting in the teacher's own chair. She looked a bit annoyed but just sat down on a student's chair in the front row.

Lee gave her one of her superior looks.

"Did I say you could sit down, Mrs. Jones? I want you to stand right in front of me at my desk." " Your desk?" she protested. "It's my desk, not yours. I'm your teacher, Lee, you can't talk to me like that." "Can't I?" Lee smiled. "You'd better stand in front of the fucking desk or I'll see to it that full details of all your criminal activities get released - not just to the school, either."

She paused for a minute before tightening the screw a little.

"How old is your daughter, Mrs. Jones? 14 years old, isn't she? And this is a very conservative community here, you know. You wouldn't just lose your job, you know. You'd lose custody of your daughter too. Any court round here would find you an unfit mother straight away. So fucking stand up in front of me and wait for me to give you permission to sit down!"

Stunned, Janice got up and stood in front of her student, who was now sitting behind her desk and threatening her. She wasn't at all happy at how things were turning out. But Lee just looked across at her teacher, feeling really good about the situation. At last she had the bitch where she wanted her! And she meant to use her newly acquired power to the full.

"Well, Mrs. Jones. I'm going to put a proposition to you. Remember that I hold all the aces. Oh, and by the way, if you try and deny it - well, my brother's got the evidence from police records, and he also has a tape of his conversation with you the other day in which you confessed everything. So, basically you have two choices. You can either do what I tell you or you can face personal and professional ruin. Do you understand me?" "Go on," said the bitch, looking nervous as hell. "Just tell me what you want." "All in good time," Lee told her. "Let's go. We're going to meet my brother. Get a move on, bitch!"

The stunned Jones woman got up and followed Lee meekly to the car park. She was just about to get into the driver's seat when Lee stopped her.

"I'll take your keys," she told her. "I'm driving." "OK," she sighed, getting into the passenger seat while Lee drove her to meet me.

They drove out to a deserted warehouse on the edge of town without saying a word to each other. In my sister's case, it was to pile the pressure on a bit more, in the teacher's case, I expect it was fear and shock. Either way, it suited my plans very well.

The idea for doing something about Jones had come to me two weeks ago when I first found out about her record. But Lee had come up with so many improvements to my original plan that I just had to go along with them.

When she finally turned up at the warehouse I opened the door and let Lee drive the car inside. I signalled to her to close the door and then I got down to business.

"OK, bitch," I began. "The three of us had better start talking now. Or rather, the two of us will talk and you'll listen. If we want you to say anything we'll tell you. Got that?" "Yes," she mumbled, still in a state of shock. "Good," I said. "Well, let's start off with explaining our terms."

I paused a minute just for dramatic effect and to get the bitch worried about what I might say next.

"To begin with, my sister wants your car. You can hand over ownership of it to her right now. Call it a down payment on future bills."

The Jones bitch looked at me coldly. I could see the anger rising inside her. But I held all the aces, and she wasn't going to be able to get out of anything we wanted.

"Got that?" I asked. "Yes, you want me to give my car to your sister. It's a top of the range Merc. You're asking me to just hand over a lot of money. Anyway, I love that car." "So fucking what," I sneered. "My sister wants it, so you'd better give it to her. Unless you want me to release full details of your criminal record to your daughter and the school."

I paused to let that one sink in. The bitch was furious but she didn't really have any choice. Either she handed over the car or else she was history.

"All right, I'll give you the car," she sighed. "What else do you want from me?" "Well," I told her, "for starters I want you to strip naked in front of me and give me a blow job. And I want you smiling while you strip - and smiling during and after I've fucked your stupid gob."

Jones turned pale when I said that. She looked at me as if she was really going to walk out of there and risk the scandal. I nodded at her coldly.

"Of course, you could try seeing how understanding the school and the community and your daughter will be about finding out the sort of criminal you are, but I'd advise against it if I was you. But it's your call, Jones."

The Jones bitch stared at me for around a minute before sighing and shaking her head.

"All right, I'll do it," she said. "But I think you're a sick pervert and a disgrace to your uniform." "Fuck you," I told her. "Just strip, you fucking whore."

Then the Jones bitch stripped off for me, smiling all the time as I'd told her to do. She got down on her knees as I told her to do and then sucked me off. It wasn't the greatest blowjob I'd ever had but it was the most satisfying.

I particularly enjoyed knowing that she was sucking my cock completely against her will. The stuck-up bitch was being forced to degrade herself and I fucking loved it.

"OK, Jones," I grinned. "Aren't you going to say thank you?" "You really are sick," she snarled. "All right, thank you, sir." "That's better," I grinned. "But you haven't said what you're thanking me for. And I want you to tell me how much you fucking loved sucking my wonderful prick!"

For a minute I thought she was going to explode again and maybe walk out on me. Then she gave a huge shake of her head and looked at me.

"Thank you for allowing me to suck your wonderful prick," she sighed. "I fucking loved it!" "Now say it again but this time with a big smile on your face." "OK," she sighed.

But at least this time she did smile and look happy while she was saying it. This, of course, was all part of our plan. What the stupid cunt didn't know was that we'd rigged up a hidden video camera in the warehouse and now had an even better blackmail weapon to use against her. Naturally we would have to edit the tape a bit to make it look worse for the bitch, but basically she was toast now. No school, or maybe even court of law, would let her keep custody of her daughter after that, let alone her job.

"OK, bitch," I told her. "We've finished with you for the time being. But we'll be in touch soon to let you know how you can help us. You'd better co-operate. You don't want Kathy taken away from you, would you? And I'm sure you'd quite like to keep your job too. For now, though, you can just fuck off."

Jones looked at us both in a state of almost total disbelief. She looked around the warehouse for a minute and then back at us. I could see her beginning to get angry again but I didn't care about that. We held all the cards and the bitch was ours now. For the rest of her miserable fucking life!

"Where is this place?" she said finally. "How far out of town are we?" "About ten miles," I grinned. "Ten miles? And your sister's taking my car? So how am I supposed to get home from here? Walk back?"

I laughed out loud when she said that.

"Well, you could probably use the exercise," I told her. "But for now just get dressed and wait outside. Lee will drive you back home. But the two of us need to talk in private first. Just wait until we're finished. Got that, Jones?" "Yes, Officer Jackson." "Good. Then just fuck off outside till we're ready."

After further discussions about how we were going to put the next stages of the plan into operation, we finally settled on a great strategy to make the Jones bitch's life a total misery. Then we opened the warehouse door and smiled at her.

"OK, Jones," I said. "My sister's driving you home now. But don't think you can travel in style any more. Get in the boot while Lee drives you back."

The look of horror and indignation on the bitch's face was priceless. She was almost choking with anger when I told her how she'd have to ride back home in the boot of her own car.

"But.. that's inhuman!" she protested. "And in any case, I'm claustrophic." "So fucking what?" I sneered. "You ride in the fucking boot or you walk back home. It's your call, Jones."

She shook her head in disbelief but got into the boot all the same. I grinned at Lee, both of us relishing the thought of our once arrogant teacher now riding home in the boot of her own car! It was a real turn-on for both of us.

I left Lee to it and drove back to work. Policing our town wasn't too bad, no major crimes or anything like that for quite a while. I went back to the office and got to work on "updating" - or you might say "improving" - the records on Janice Jones.

As well as my creative ingenuity and wicked intentions, I also had a stroke of luck in that department. I soon found out from records that there was another bitch known as Janis Jones who had a far more colourful criminal record than the teacher. It didn't take me too long to get her records mixed up with the Jones bitch we knew and to swap photos on the records with our new toy. This was really going to give me an even bigger hold over the cunt! And by the time Lee had finished driving home the nails, the Jones bitch would be putty in our hands. What a fucking dream come true!

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.

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!

Me and Mrs Jones

CHAPTER 4

When Lee got out of the car she went straight into the teacher's house, leaving her a prisoner in the trunk locked in the boot of the car. She went indoors and made herself a coffee while she looked around the place more thoroughly. She was getting a big kick out of the thought that the humiliated teacher was still locked in the boot of her own car with her blouse almost open and her short skirt all messed up too.

She sat down in what she knew was the teacher's favourite chair, taking leisurely sips of her coffee. It was fifteen minutes before Lee finally relented and went back to the car to let her out.

She unlocked the boot and then took another minute or two before she opened the trunk as well. Jones crawled out of the trunk, deeply humiliated and also extremely uncomfortable.

"Come on, Jones, get a fucking move on!" said Lee. "Go and bring my shopping inside right away, you lazy fucking bitch!"

Jones struggled out of the car and picked up the shopping, almost gasping under the weight of some of the items. Lee watched with amusement as the teacher brought in the items purchased for her humiliation and paid for with her own money. Sometimes, she thought, everything just goes exactly the way you want it to. Though she doubted that Jones felt the same way.

When Jones had finally finished unloading all the shopping Lee gave her a sarcastic smile.

"About fucking time too!" she sneered. "You'll have to learn to work a bit faster than that or you're really in for it."

Jones sighed. She was obviously trying to make her mind up to be brave. You could see the thought of what might happen if she didn't go along with the plan being weighed against the certainty of what would if she did. And, at the moment, she thought that taking her chances with the law was the lesser of two evils.

"Look, Lee, I can't put up with this any more," she said. "You've made a fool out of me today, you've conned me out of my car and a lot of my own money. But that's where it ends. I'll let you have the car, and you can do whatever you want with the stuff you've made me buy today. But I'm not going along with anything else. The way you've treated me today is horrible. And I can't - I won't - put up with it anymore."

Lee looked at Jones curiously. She was wondering at what stage to turn the screw on the bitch further. Maybe it was better not to rush things.

"Well, that's up to you, of course," she said. "But you really ought to think about what's going to happen if you take that line. For starters, you can kiss goodbye to your job." "I know that." "And how will you support Kathy?" "I'll get another job."

"Well, you can try. But you'll certainly have a lot of trouble finding any worthwhile employment with a criminal record. Particularly when you lied about it. How do you think the average employer is going to feel about that?" "I'll take my chances."

Lee laughed. She was really enjoying her power over the teacher and was determined not to rush her moment of triumph.

"Then again, you've got an ex-husband, haven't you? He might not be at all happy about the way you're bringing up his daughter. He might even think about applying for custody on the grounds that you're an unfit mother."

Jones went pale when Lee said that. She had always prided herself on being a good mother and had brought Kathy up on her own since her daughter was 8 years old. Of course her father had access to their girl - but only one weekend in four. He and his new wife lived 20 miles away and Jones hated it when he came over to see her daughter. She knew that her ex was earning far more money than she was and that his new wife was only 21 years old. At 34 years of age, she suddenly felt very vulnerable.

"I'm not an unfit mother, Lee," she said angrily. "I've always loved my little girl. She's been my whole life ever since she was born. And there's no way I'd let Sean and his bimbo take her away from me."

Lee laughed when she said that. She knew that her latest thrust had touched a real nerve in her victim.

"That's easy to say," she told the teacher. "But when you got custody after the divorce presumably the court wasn't aware of your criminal past. And, of course, he's got the money to hire much more expensive lawyers than you. Plus, it's not just the fact that you have a criminal record - it's the fact that you lied about it to get a job with vulnerable children. The court would certainly take a very dim view of that. I reckon he'd get custody of Kathy in those circumstances."

Jones pulled herself together with a stiff effort.

"I know what you're trying to do, Lee, and it won't work. You want to frighten me by using Kathy as a weapon. But I don't think that, even in those circumstances, the court would award custody to Sean and that bitch he's married." "Maybe," said Lee. "Look, I tell you what, why don't you think about it overnight. If you still feel the same tomorrow - well, then I'll just ask my brother to release all the information about you to the public domain and see what happens."

Jones swallowed hard. All the same, the bitch was making one last stand for her dignity. And Lee didn't want to play any of her trump cards just yet.

"I want you out of here, Lee, this minute. I want my life back again. And, even if it can't be the way it was, it must be better than being a - a - slave - to a cold-hearted bitch like you. Nothing that I've done's bad enough to justify that."

Well, Jones gave it her best shot, and Lee just smiled back at her. She wasn't at all bothered by the bitch's big talk. While Jones was staring at her meanly, Lee just grinned. Then, like a true sister of mine, she acted.

I doubt if Jones ever saw the dropkick that slammed viciously into her side and left her reeling and gasping for breath. She may just have seen the uppercut to the chin that dropped her to the ground like a stone. But seeing, while they say it's believing, is certainly not the same as reacting. Jones had neither the time nor the technique to react to my sister, the local kick-boxing champ and not for lack of competition either.

Jones lay stunned on the floor, and Lee, after a quick grin to gloat over her triumph, picked up the handcuffs and fastened the teacher's hands behind her back. She then took off all the bitch's clothes till she lay right there before her stark bollock naked. Well, in her case, stark cunt naked, I suppose. Then she put the shackles on her legs, spreading them as wide as possible for adding the spreader bar and fixing it in place. After that she got out a ball gag and shoved it in the stupid bitch's gob .

"Cumfy, Jones?" asked Lee, a huge grin on her face. "Of course you are. I bet if I put my fingers in your cunt you'd be wet as a fucking fish. Wouldn't you, Jones?"

Then Lee laid Jones down on the floor while she went into the kitchen. She opened a bottle of wine and brought in a glass. After settling the wine on the living-room table, she turned on the TV. As Jones lay there, naked and helpless, she found to her horror that Lee was resting her shoes on the teacher's tits.

"Hey, Jones, your tits make a great footrest!" Lee laughed. "Tomorrow I'll bring in my running spikes and rest them on your tits! You'd fucking love that, wouldn't you, Jones?"

The helpless teacher could only make meaningless noises through her gag. She tried to struggle but it was all in vain. lee just settled down in comfort to watch the TV.

After a couple of hours the film finished. Lee got up and took the gag out of her victim's aching gob.

"Hi, Jones," she smiled. "Do you need to go to the toilet?" Jones looked furiously at my sister. "Yes," she admitted. "OK," said Lee, "but here are the new house rules. You never use the toilet without permission. You must always ask for permission. Just say, may I have a piss, please, Ma'am? Or, may I have a shit, please, Ma'am. So, Jones, what is it? What would you like?"

Jones looked ready to explode but her full bladder was now becoming extremely uncomfortable. Besides, she thought, Lee's bound to release me to let me go, and then I'll have a chance to get out of the situation. Better play along with her for now.

Swallowing her pride and controlling her indignation, Jones decided to humiliate herself before the young girl.

"May I have a piss, please, Ma'am?" she said finally. Turning the screw still further, Lee was determined to add to the already humiliated teacher's shame and embarrassment. "Does Jonesy want a piss?" she laughed, putting on a childish accent. "Do you want to beg me to grant you the enormous favour of allowing you to have a piss?" "Please, Ma'am, I beg you to grant me the enormous favour of allowing me to have a piss." "Very well," said Lee, "but you can't expect me to allow you to do that unless you do something for me in return, before and after. Before I grant you as big a favour as that you must agree to three things. The first is easy," she grinned. "I expect you to thank me for honouring you by using your tits as a footrest." "Yes, Ma'am," Jones sighed. "Thank you for honouring me by using my tits as a footrest." "The second is, I want you to give me a really good session with your tongue on my cunt and especially my clit." "Yes, Ma'am, I promise." "Finally, because of your constant arrogance and impertinence, I think you deserve a good caning. Don't you, Jones?" "Yes, Ma'am," Jones sighed again. "Good," Lee smiled. "Now there's just one more thing and then you can have your piss."

To the teacher's surprise she popped the ball gag back in the bitch's gob. She then opened the back door and showed her the garden. Jones looked at her in bewilderment.

"This is where you're going to piss tonight," Lee told her. "I'll make more permanent arrangements tomorrow. Get a fucking move on, you stupid bitch!"

So Jones pissed in her own back garden, her young student watching her humiliation with glee. She had, of course, gagged the bitch just in case she tried to scream when she was outside.

"That's your last piss of the day," Lee told her. "Come inside now and service my cunt."

So Jones spent some considerable time using her tongue on Lee's cunt. The young girl orgasmed no less than five times before she finally relented.

"All right, Jones, you can get up now," she told her. "It's time for you to be caned. How many do you think you deserve for your disrespect towards me?" "One, Ma'am," said Jones weakly. "Huh!" Lee laughed. "One lousy fucking stroke - after what you've put me through today! You must be fucking joking, bitch! It's six of the best for you. And, of course, I expect you to count each stroke as it lands. And express your gratitude to me after each stroke too. First, though, you can kiss the cane."

Jones groaned but she did her best. She tried hard to put some enthusiasm into kissing the implement that she knew was going to hurt her arse as soon as she'd finished. Then it was time. She bent over the chair as the young girl, after first removing the spreader bar, picked up the cane and began her work.

"OW!" Jones gasped, as the first stroke landed. Then she remembered what she had to do. "One. Thank you, Ma'am." "Two. Thank you, Ma'am." "Yeow! Three. Thank you, Ma'am." "Shit! Four. Thank you, Ma'am." "Jesus! Five. Thank you, Ma'am." "Fuck! Six. Thank you, Ma'am." "The pleasure," Lee grinned, "was all mine. Now I want you to kiss the cane again. And say, thank you, Mr Cane, for giving me the lesson of my life. I thoroughly deserved to have my arse caned and I fucking love it anyway!"

Groaning, Jones repeated the words Lee told her to say, after first kissing the cane as enthusiastically as she was able to fake. Lee gave her a huge grin.

"Never mind, Jones, this hurts you a lot more than it hurts me! Now open your stupid worthless gob and I'll put the gag back inside."

Jones groaned again but did as she was told. In her present state of helplessness she was in no position to resist. The gag made even breathing somewhat uncomfortable for her.

Lee stood back and admired her work. She viewed the naked teacher as she stood before her with her hands cuffed behind her back, her legs shackled and her normally authoritative mouth completely silenced.

"Not bad," she said. "But just another couple of touches and it'll be perfect. Cheer up, Jones, you'll make the perfect slave!"

Somehow, Jones felt sure that Lee's idea of perfection was very different from her own ideas. But there was nothing at all that she could do to stop the young girl at present.

Lee pulled out the dog-collar with its spikes and fastened it around the teacher's neck. She buckled it shut tightly and grinned at her helpless victim. Then she produced the black eye-patches and placed them over Jones's eyes, tying them in place with the ties at the back. Finally, she forced the black rubber hood over the teacher's head, reducing her to complete anonymity, leading her into a world of darkness as well as silence and helplessness.

"Time for bed, Jones," she smiled. "I'll take you upstairs. Oh, and by the way - I sleep in your bed from now on. Unless I tell you otherwise, your sleeping quarters are the trunk at the foot of the bed." "Mmmm..." Jones muttered futilely through her gag.

So Lee forced Jones into the trunk, securing it with the padlock and chains that came with it. A key turned in the lock as a further security measure. This was to be Jones' bed in her own house from now on! Lee, meanwhile, made for the teacher's own comfortable bed and settled herself in for a restful night.

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?

CHAPTER 6        My turn with Mrs Jones today

 

I went over to the Jones bitch's house the following morning. I had a pretty good idea that, after two days of "training," Lee would have reduced her to a state of demoralised terror. But now it was my turn, and I had my own plans for her "re-education."

       As a cop, one of the first routines you learn is "good cop - bad cop." It was pretty much certain that Lee would DEFINITELY be the bad cop in Janice Jones's eyes. That meant that I had to play the nice guy. But nice, of course, is a relative term!

"Hi, Lee," I said, as I entered the house. "How's the new student coming along?" "Huh!" Lee laughed. "That fucking bitch is a natural. But she still needs a lot of work. Maybe it's time for you to try a different approach." "Well, it's certainly my turn to have some fun with her," I grinned. "Where is the cunt, anyway?"

Lee released her from the chest at the bottom of the bed, and ordered her downstairs. She was still naked, cuffed and shackled, but Lee had removed the gag and hood.

"Are you pleased to see my brother?" she asked sadistically. "Yes, ma'am," she said wearily. "Good morning, Officer Jackson." "OK, Jones," said Lee. "I'm off now. My brother will be in charge of you for the next two days. Good luck, Dan. Make the bitch suffer!"

After Lee had gone out of the door and driven off in the teacher's car, I turned to my victim.

       "OK, Janny, make me some breakfast. With a cup of coffee." "Yes, sir," she said meekly. "Oh, and by the way, I'll take your cuffs and shackles off. For the moment, anyway." "Tnank you, sir."

       I could see the relief in her face as circulation returned to her arms and legs. I had warned Lee before not to go overboard on the bondage and restraint side of things, but she still hadn't got the message. Also, of course, it might make her more grateful to me - or at least more co-operative. In any event, I could see she was already too traumatised to give any trouble. Especially to a 21-year-old cop standing 6ft 2 tall.

       She busied herself making me breakfast and a coffee. I sat down and watched her working. It was fun seeing the bitch making me breakfast in the nude while I watched her. Finally she was ready, and put it on the table, standing to the side of me, waiting for her instructions.

       "Come closer, Janny," I told her. "I want to feel you up a bit while I eat." "Yes, sir," she obeyed at once, but her face flushed red in embarrassment.

       I reached up and took hold of her nipples, squeezing them gently and then licking them with my tongue. She gasped as I did that and almost fell over with the unexpected intensity of the sudden sensation she felt there.

I smiled gently at her as I left off playing with her tits. Picking up my knife and fork, I began eating the delicious meal she had cooked for me. Then I turned to her and embarrassed her some more.

       "Tell me, Janny, have you had any men since you split up with your husband?" "No, sir," she replied, her face flushing red with embarrassment once again. "So no one has touched your tits like that since the divorce?" "No, sir."

       I smiled wickedly at her. "Do you miss the attention, Janny?" She looked at me, obviously surprised at the question. "Sometimes, sir," she admitted. "Did Sean touch your tits like I just did?" "Yes, sir, sometimes," she whispered. "And did you like it when he did?" "Yes, sir." "And did you enjoy it when I just did it to you, Janny?" She lowered her eyes in shame, but she still answered me with a mumbled, "yes, sir."

       Then I reached out my hand and went straight for her cunt. As my middle finger slid gently into her already moist sex I felt her warm and wet arousal. I knew that I was going to enjoy fucking the bitch. I worked away at her clit for a few minutes until she was almost in dreamland. Then I took my hand away, and looked her full in the face.

       "Did you enjoy me playing with your cunt, Janny?" "Yes, sir," she whispered, almost on cloud nine. Her legs were trembling as she stood before me, wondering what I was going to do next.

"OK, Janny," I said. "Since I've given you so much pleasure, it's only fair you give me some in return, isn't it?" "Yes, sir." "Now I want you to bend over and keep your arse high in the air. Then I want you to show me how good you are at sucking cocks. Would you like to suck my nice big prick, Janny? Would you like to take it all inside your stupid gob? Would you like to swallow ALL of my wonderful spunk inside your gob, Janny?" "Yes, please, sir," she said, and, to my surprise, it was almost as if, for the very first time, the bitch actually meant it.

       So Janny bent over, arse nicely high, and took my big hard cock right down inside her mouth. I gave her a playful slap on her arse as she stood there, and then she began. She began by getting her mouth all along the whole length of my prick and then working it inside her mouth. I slid my finger into her slutty wet cunt and played with her clit as she sucked me off. 

Soon my rock-hard cock began to get really aroused. Janny was trying desperately to get me to come inside her mouth as soon as possible. Maybe she just didn't like the idea of swallowing, or maybe it was because she had no choice in the matter, but she was certainly trying to force the pace.

Finally her lips and tongue did their whorish work. I felt my spunk hit her at the back of her throat. By the time I was finished, the slut had swallowed every drop of my come. It was a wonderful feeling knowing I had the power over my ex-teacher.

I sensed that the slut was about to come and I couldn't allow that. Just in time, I withdrew my finger from her dripping cunt. Looking at her sternly, I shook my head.

       "No, no, Janny, you musn't be a naughty girl, must you?" "No, sir," she almost wept. "Now let's get one thing straight before we go any further," I told her. "Whether it's me or my sister who's in charge of you, you NEVER NEVER come without OUR permission. Don't you understand that cunt-teasing is an essential part of your training as a slave girl?"

       Janny burst into tears when I said that. I wasn't sure how much of her crying was due to a sense of shame, or fear, or anger, and how much was just down to simple sexual frustration. But she had to learn the rules, and in our game, the slave girl spends MOST of her time feeling sexually frustrated. As well as all the other unhappy feelings she has to learn to put up with.

       "Sorry, sir," she said, after a moment to catch her breath. "It won't happen again." "I should think not!" I told her. Get it into that thick head of yours, Janny - only me or my sister decide when, or even if, you can have an orgasm. Have you got that?" "Yes, sir," she replied meekly. "Now then, Janny, do you think you deserve to be punished for failing to comply with the rules of this house?" "Yes, sir," she answered, fighting back her tears. "Good," I smiled. "Well, I think you deserve to be punished too. So get over my knee while I spank your arse." "Yes, sir."

She lay right across my knee, and, when I moved her slightly to get her into the most comfortable position - for me, naturally! - I let her have it. But I wanted to humiliate the stuck-up bitch some more first.

       "How many strokes do you think you deserve, Janny?" "Six, sir," she suggested. "Six!" I laughed. "For an offence as major as trying to have an orgasm without permission? I don't think I can let you off that lightly, Janny. I think twelve is altogether more appropriate. Don't you, Janny?" "Yes, sir," she sighed. "And don't forget to count each one - and to express your gratitude to me after each one too." "Yes, sir."

       Then I began spanking her arse. "One. Thank you, sir. Two. Thank you, sir." And so it went on till we got to the full twelve strokes. Her arse was nicely red and well warmed-up by now and I gave her a playful grope in her cunt.

       "What do you say, Janny?" "Thank you for spanking my arse, sir. I have been a very naughty girl and I thoroughly deserved my punishment." "That's good," I laughed. "OK, let's see what else we can do with you this morning. I know! Go and wash up my breakfast while I watch." "Yes, sir."

       So I watched her washing up the food she had cooked for me and not been allowed to eat, while I sat down comfortably at the table and admired the view. She really did have a beautiful body, and her face was pretty easy on the eye too. I'm a lucky bloke!

When she'd finished I ordered her to clean the kitchen floor. With her tongue, naturally! She looked at me in amazement when I gave the order but the bitch at least had the sense to just get on with it without any protest. Then I decided to explore the stuff that Lee had forced her to buy.

       I took her up to the bedroom, where we checked out her clothes and other equipment. I picked out a pair of 6" heels, a size too small, and told her to put them on. She was still not allowed to wear knickers or a bra, but I told her to wear the heels at all times unless I told her any different. Then I sorted through some of the "toys" on the bed.

Picking up the smallest of the butt plugs she'd been forced to buy at the adult shop, I handed it to her, together with a tube of lubricant. She looked at me, baffled, wondering what to do with them. I was going to enjoy teaching the teacher!

"Did your ex-husband fuck you up the arse, Janny?" "No, sir," she answered, red-faced. "Has anyone ever fucked you up the arse?" "No, sir." "Have you every had anything up your arse?" "No, sir," she almost wept with embarrassment. "Well, you soon will have," I smiled at her. "Stick this up your arse and lubricate it well. I want it to stay in there at all times unless I command you to do any different." "Yes, sir," the crying teacher answered. "I and my sister control EVERY aspect of your life now. You can't even take a piss or shit without our permission. Now fit that plug!"

She struggled for around ten minutes before she finally managed to make the butt plug fit inside her virgin arse. Still naked, she stood before me helplessly, not sure if the plug was far enough up inside her arse. I ran my hands over her cheeks and got really turned on by the thought that, at my command, my ex-teacher had now shoved a butt plug up her own arse - and could only take it out again with my permission! What a fucking laugh!

       "Cumfy, slut?" I asked her cruelly. "No, sir," she mumbled. "Well, you'd better get used to it fast, Janny, because this is the smallest of the toys we plan to use on your arse. You wait till we get the really big one up inside you! This plug won't feel like hardly anything then!"

       She soon found out that walking with a butt plug up her arse was much more difficult than she'd thought. In fact, she almost waddled rather than walked. I was enjoying the show so much, I made sure she moved about a lot to show off her new "sexy" walk. And, of course, by the time we'd finished training the slut, she'd walk with the biggest and most uncomfortable of them all up her arse and still move gracefully!

       That was a little way down the line, though. For now I knew it was important to get the basics right. Now that the plug was securely placed inside my ex-teacher's arse, I gave some thought to my next moves.

I decided that the next stage in her training would still be focussed on psychological rather than physical punishment. Picking up the dog-collar and leash, I ordered her to put it round her neck. When she'd finished putting it on, I decided it was time for a spot of "obedience training."

       The first thing I did was get her to walk up and down the kitchen with the collar round her neck and the leash in my hand. After a few minutes of just ordinary walking I decided to move the game on to a higher - well, maybe lower - level of degradation.

       "OK, Janny, on all fours for your owner," I commanded. "Yes, sir," she mumbled, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

       Then I made Janny crawl all round the kitchen floor, holding her leash, naked of course, and thoroughly humiliated. I varied the play from time to time by getting her to roll over and display her open cunt obscenely for my amusement. After about half an hour of "doggy play," I felt ready to move to the next level in Janny's degradation. I was still using psychology rather than my fists.

       "OK, Janny," I smiled, "you've been a good dog so far. Would you like to piss now?" "Yes, please, sir," she almost whispered. "OK, go ahead," I grinned. "You can piss on the kitchen floor."

       For a moment she hesitated, and I thought she was about to say something. Then she just squatted right there, over the floor of her own kitchen, and let fly gallons of held-back piss. It was hilarious to watch the bitch humiliating herself like this.

When she'd finished, I smiled at her again. I was about to make her degrade herself even further.

       "OK, Janny, you've been a bad dog, haven't you, pissing on the kitchen floor like that. Go and clean up the disgusting mess you've just made." "Yes, sir," she answered meekly, advancing to the cupboard to get cleaning stuff out. "With your tongue, you stupid fucking cunt!" I told her. "Sorry, sir," she mumbled in her shame.

       But she still got down on her hands and knees and cleaned up the piss-stained lino in the kitchen with her tongue. Wonder what her students would say if they could see their high and fucking mighty teacher Mrs Jones licking her own piss off the floor? And naked, and wearing a dog-collar and leash, and with a butt plug firmly in place up her fat arse? I bet they'd fucking love it as much as I did!

CHAPTER 7        I get physical with Mrs Jones

Though I hadn't expected it to have that effect, I soon found out that my latest piece of psychological condition had finally broken the Jones bitch's spirit completely. After I'd forced to crawl on all fours on the floor, to roll over and show me her tits and cunt like a bitch in heat, and to piss on the floor of her own kitchen and then lick it all up, she was finally out for the count. The stupid cunt just lay on the floor, crying her eyes out.

After about fifteen minutes of this I went over and spoke to her. I now decided that I could move my plans for the stuck-up teacher's "re-education" on to the physical level.

It didn't take me long to decide that those huge tits of hers were certainly deserving of attention. What better way to set them off than with the nipple-clamps Lee had made her buy? With a wicked smile, I turned to the humiliated teacher again.

       "OK, Janny, I'm going to give you a present. A nice set of jewellery for you to wear." "Thank you, sir," she said, though even she knew that there HAD to be a catch in an offer like that.

       Then I produced the nipple-clamps and showed them to her. She wasn't quite sure what they were for but she was about to find out - and in fucking spades too!

"OK, Janny, here is some beautiful jewellery for your fat tits," I mocked her cruelly. "Where would you like me to put them on you first - left tit or right?"

       Even though she didn't know what they were, she still knew somehow that they were going to hurt her. Her eyes misted up as she looked at me hopelessly.

       "Please, sir, do I HAVE to put them on? Isn't there anything else I can do for you instead?"

       I just laughed when she said that. I was really enjoying the whole situation between her and me.

       "Well, Janny, there are LOTS of things you can do for me. But, right now, I want to give you a nice present of jewellery. And you know how rude it is to refuse a present, don't you? Do you want me to punish you for disobedience?"

Her eyes filled up with tears, but she lowered her head to the ground in a gesture of submission.

       "No, sir," she mumbled. "Good. Well, like I asked you, where do you want the first one to go - left tit or right?" "Left, please, sir," she whispered. "Speak up, Janny, I can't hear you," I told her, relishing her enforced humiliation. "Please place the jewellery on my left tit, sir," she said.

       Well, when a lady - or even a stupid cunt like Janny Jones - asks you to do her a favour, it's only fair to give her what she wants, isn't it? So I did.

As I clipped the first of the nipple-clamps on the bitch's left tit, and let her "feel the bite," she let out a yelp that was verging on a scream. For a minute I thought she would scream, and then I'd have to gag the bitch, which in the present circumstances would have meant missing on out some more fun. Still, give the cunt credit, she might have yelped, and her eyes might have been watering, but she didn't scream. Which, of course, meant that I could carry on with the fun at her expense!

       "That looks really good on your left tit, Janny," I told her, an evil grin on my face. "Would you like me to put the other one on you now?" "Yes, please, sir," she answered, fighting back the pain I could see she was feeling. "OK," I smiled.

       When I'd finished I stood back and admired my handiwork. I gave her a big grin.

       "Well, they look great on you, Janny. But what do you say when some kind soul gives you a lovely present?" "Thank you, sir," she groaned, beating back the pain she obviously felt.

       But I wasn't finished yet. I certainly intended to add to the pain. Fingering her tits gently, I explained a little bit about how they worked.

       "These nipple-clamps are really fun devices, Janny," I told her. "The more you pull on them, the harder they squeeze. Of course, that's why there's a cord attached - so I can pull on it! OK, Janny - funtime!"

As I demonstrated what I meant, Janny gave out a loud howl. It still wasn't a full SCREAM but it was close enough to get me thinking about the neighbours maybe being worried by unusual noises. Especially cries of pain.

       "I don't want you taking them off without my permission, Janny. And I expect you to wear them at all times when there's just the two of us - or me and Lee - alone with you. Do you understand, Janny?" "Yes, sir," she mumbled, blinking back the tears. "Good. Right, let's see what else you can do for me. Oh yes, you can play with some more toys we so kindly bought for you. Let's try this waist cincher."

       I fastened the cincher around her waist. It was, as usual, a size too small, and was also studded with small but painful metal spikes that dug into the teacher's exposed waist flesh. Though she obviously found it uncomfortable, it wasn't anything like the pain she was still feeling from the nipple clamps.

       "Do you like my gift of jewellery for your waist, Janny?" I asked her cruelly. "Yes, thank you, sir," she whispered. "Now put your hands behind your back. I'm going to give you a pair of bracelets to go with your necklace, your tit brooches, and your waist cincher."

       Then I fastened the handcuffs back on her wrists, cuffing her securely with her hands behind her back. As she stood there before me, helpless and naked, I just grinned with amused pleasure.

"What do you say, Janny?" "Thank you, sir," she answered, wearily. "So glad you like my presents," I laughed right out loud in her face. "Now here's another one." "Thank you, sir."

       This time I took a length of rope with a clip attached. I fastened the end with a clip to her waist cincher, passing the rest of the rope between her legs and upwards. I then secured the other end by looping it through her handcuffs. The rope now formed a delightful "cunt-cutter" that would rub her cunt pretty well raw whenever she moved. Naturally, my plan was to make her move about as much as possible - and as energetically as possible!

       "OK, Janny, now that I've given you all these lovely presents it's only fair that you do something for me in return, isn't it?" "Yes, sir," she groaned, knowing that things were going to get even worse for her. "I think you need to go on a new health regime - a fitness training programme. Don't you, Janny?" "Yes, sir," she sighed. "Good," I grinned. "Let's start off by seeing you do some running on the spot."

       Of course I knew exactly what I was doing As she ran up and down the rope between her legs was slowly rubbing her cunt raw! It was a real turn-on to watch - and to see her grimace through the obvious pain she felt!

       Watching her working out made me feel hungry, so when I got bored I told her to cook me lunch. Naturally she wasn't allowed to eat any of it herself!

As I enjoyed a delicious meal, I watched Janny standing there hungry, in pain, and thoroughly humiliated. When I'd finished I got her to wash up and finally allowed her to eat a few slices of lettuce and cucumber.

       "And don't forget to dip them in your cunt first, Janny," I reminded her. "Yes, sir," she sighed.

       She wolfed down the tiny food I allowed her greedily. Maybe the bitch was getting too hungry and I ought to consider letting her eat a bit more. Still, maybe after the evening meal I'd give her something more substantial. After all, I might want Janny to suffer but I didn't want her to be too weak to satisfy my needs, did I? So I decided to ease off for a bit and let her take it easy for a time.

       "OK, Janny, you can lie down on the floor now," I told her. "Facing me and with my cock in your stupid gob. Got that, bitch?" "Yes, sir," she sighed, moving rapidly into position.

       So there I was, my ex-teacher taking the length of my prick in her gob, while I used her back as a footrest. Isn't life just wonderful sometimes? And I still had the rest of today and the whole of tomorrow to play with her all to myself! It was going to be the best week of my entire life. And I wasn't going to waste ANY opportunity to make the high and fucking mighty Janice Jones suffer like she'd never believed possible! Truly, revenge is SO fucking sweet!