“That’s her?” The big, gruff-looking man asked, peering through a set of high-powered binoculars.  “That’s the chick that’s failing you in History?”

“Yes, Uncle.  That’s her.  Miss Denise.”

“And you say she flirts with all the jocks and none of them are close to failing?”

“Yeah.” Rocco looked over at his uncle Nico.  “What a total bitch.”

“She looks young and pretty, though it’s kinda hard to tell with her sitting behind that desk.  Well, no matter – sounds like she needs to be taught a lesson.”  He handed the binoculars to his nephew.  “Keep an eye out.  There shouldn’t be anyone else left in the school, save for the janitor, but I’d rather not have any surprises, capisce?”

“You got it, Uncle.”  Rocco took the binoculars and peered through them, as his uncle, all 6’4, 250 pounds of him, lumbered off towards the school.  He thought, as he watched her through the window, that she was really pretty – and probably hot too, under all of those boring skirt suits she wore every day.  He wondered what kind of lesson she was going to get…

 

Denise was sitting at her desk, grading some papers.  It was the one time, with all of the students gone, that the young brunette had some peace and quiet.  She had even unbuttoned her brown suit jacket – normally she kept it buttoned up during the school day, to keep up her conservative appearance.  She ran her left hand through her short brown hair as she marked the next student’s paper with the red pen in her right.  One of her silver high heels dangled from her foot, her legs crossed, her attention focused on the paper.

The door flew open suddenly, breaking her focus; a large man, dressed in a black t-shirt, blue jeans, and boots, stood there.  Denise got up quickly, turning to face him as she smoothed down her dark brown skirt.

“May I help you?” she asked.  

The man took a step towards her; she didn’t flinch.  “You are Miss Denise?”

“That’s what my students call me.  Now what can I do for you, Mister-”

“Nico.  You have been a very, very naughty girl, Denise.”  He took another step, and now he was just a few feet away.

“I…what? Who are you? What’s this about?” She realized her jacket was open, revealing her camisole which didn’t do much to hide her ample bosom.  She quickly crossed her arms over her chest.

“My name is Nico.  You have failed my nephew.  And now it’s time you were taught a lesson.”  He reached out quickly, grabbing her open jacket.

“Let me go!” she shouted.  “This is my classroom, who do you think you are just coming in here like this!” She tried to pull away, but he had a very strong grip of her jacket, and rather than pull too hard and risk damaging it, she dropped her arms and spun away from him and out of her expensive jacket.  The downside of this move was that now she was even more exposed from the waist up.

“Well, look at you, Miss Hot Tits.”  Nico tossed the jacket onto one of the empty student desks and walked towards her.  “My nephew says you like to flirt with the jocks, I see why they like it so much.”  Denise backed away, her eyes wide in terror, as he approached her.

“Stay away from me…I don’t know who your nephew is or what he told you but I don’t flirt with anyone, I’m a teacher!”

“I don’t remember any teachers looking like you when I was in school,” he retorted.  “I might have actually gone to class if they had.”  He backed her against the wall.  “Let’s see if what’s under this skirt is as hot as what was under that jacket,” and he reached down, grabbing the fabric of her knee-length skirt and yanking it so hard that the zipper on the side completely gave way.

“My skirt!” Denise gasped, staring at the piece of fabric in his hand.  “You animal, you ruined it!”

Nico just laughed as he tossed it away.  He smiled as he looked down at what was left behind: a pair of black bikini-cut panties, with garters coming down to dark brown stockings.  The lace tops of the stockings matched the lace of the camisole, and the stockings had cutouts at the thigh as well as the knee.

“Oh boy.  I hope Rocco is getting a good look at this,” he chuckled.

“Rocco?” Denise gasped.  “You’re Rocco’s uncle?”

“Yeah, that’s right, babe.  You know, it’s bad enough he has trouble with some of the other kids, he don’t need to be getting it from bitches like you.”

“The other kids – yeah, I remember he got stuffed in a locker a while back, that was awful!”

“Oh? You saw that happen – why didn’t you stop it?”

“It’s not my job,” she countered.  “And from what I hear, he had it coming – running his smart mouth about their girlfriends - he should have known better!”

“That’s rich, coming from a girl who is standing half naked in her own classroom, running YOUR smart mouth.  Maybe you have it coming too, huh?”

“I think you had better leave RIGHT NOW!” Denise shouted.  “You have no idea what kind of trouble you’re going to be in!”

Nico laughed.  “The only one I see who’s in trouble right now is you.”  He grabbed her left arm, twisting her around roughly, and as he did, he grabbed her right arm and pulled them both back behind her.

“Let GO of me!” Denise screamed.

“Not a chance,” he replied gruffly as he pushed her down to the floor face first.  As her face met the cold tiles, his knee pressed down on the back of her head, holding it down.  Her left arm had slipped out of his grip, but it was of no use; the way she was pinned to the floor she couldn’t do anything with it.  He held her right arm behind her back with his left hand, as he reached back with his right and removed a tape dispenser from his back pocket.

“Let me go,” she whimpered weakly, as he taped her right wrist securely behind her.  Then he reached for her left arm and pulled it back again, taping it as well.

“I think I’ve heard enough out of you, bitch,” he snapped, as he took a third piece of the dark tape and pressed it hard over her mouth.

“Mmmmm!!” Denise’s eyes were wide and pleading as he wrapped her wrists together with more tape, making sure she couldn’t pull her arms free.  Then, satisfied, he picked her up roughly and tossed her over his right shoulder as easily as he would have a sack of potatoes.

“Mmmm! MMMM!” she continued to protest through the gag, as he carried her out of the classroom and out into the hall.

“Well now, let’s find an empty locker.  We’ll see how you like it when YOU’RE the one getting stuffed into one.”  He looked around a bit, finally finding one.  “Ah, here we go, babe, this one will do,” and he carefully slid her off his shoulder and held her upright in front of the open locker.

“MMMM!!!!” Her eyes were huge now, her face red with anger and humiliation, as he grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up a few inches, pushing her straight back into the empty locker.  On the back inside wall of the locker were a couple of hooks; he reached behind her and slid the straps of her camisole around the hooks, then ran some more tape around the hook to keep the straps from coming off.  Then he knelt down and pushed her high-heeled feet back into the locker, causing her legs to twist at an uncomfortable angle.

“There.  Teacher gets a lesson.  I expect you will treat my nephew just as good as you treat those jocks from now on.  I’d hate to have to come back and repeat the lesson.”  He stood up and began to turn away; as he did, she started protesting through the tape gag again.

“I’m going to leave the locker open.  If you’re lucky, the janitor will find you sometime tonight and get you out.  If not…well, the kids are going to have a field day when they get here in the morning.”  He reached into his pocket for his phone.  “And just so you have some more motivation to behave and keep your mouth shut,” and he snapped a few pictures of the shocked high school history teacher in her unusual predicament.  “Just imagine what would happen if these pictures ended up all over the Internet.  That’ll keep your mind busy for a while!” And with that, he turned and left, leaving the helpless Denise to try and twist her way out without success.