Note: All characters in this story are 18 and older.

It was the first day of the spring semester of high school.  It was a bit on the warm side for late January in the Eastern US, so students and teachers alike were arriving to school with either light jackets or sweaters, and jeans or slacks.  Denise was no exception as she arrived in her classroom to teach her first class of the day, World History, which was comprised of mostly freshmen and sophomores.  She was wearing a pink sweater and black slacks, with black heels to match.  

She opened a large drawer on the side of her desk and placed her purse inside, and then sat down to prepare for the first group of students to start filing in.  Denise had been a teacher at her alma mater for the past 13 ½ years, and for the most part she enjoyed it very much.  She was the kind of teacher that was loved by the good, well-behaved students, and hated by the slackers and the troublemakers, for she had a reputation for not taking any crap from them, and enforcing her rules and handling her own discipline.  It was very rare that she ever had to send an unruly student to the principal’s office-she preferred to handle behavioral issues directly and strictly.  Because of her tough reputation, most kids didn’t even bother misbehaving in her class-they either showed up and listened or didn’t show up at all.

To the good students, however, she was more of a friend, a mentor, someone they could feel comfortable talking to.  Maybe it was her still-youthful appearance-she didn’t come across as old and stuffy like many of her peers, she tended to dress fashionably, her hair was short brown with blonde highlights and always styled, and she made time for her students who were genuinely trying hard-after all, she had been the same kind of student herself, not blessed with smarts but always determined and hardworking and never giving up.  So when she saw a student struggling but trying, she empathized and gave that student whatever help they needed.

Her first period class came and went fairly smoothly-it was the same group she had had first semester, with no new transfers (as was sometimes the case at the start of second semester), so they all knew what to expect.   The bell rang and the students quickly got up and filed out and down the hall for their next class.  The schedule was in blocks and changed from day to day, so sometimes there was a break between classes, as there was today: Denise didn’t have a class during second period, and then had her senior geography class third period.  

As the last student left, Denise walked out into the hall.  It was empty; the only three classrooms on that end of the hall were unoccupied that period, and the girls’ bathroom directly across from her classroom was temporarily closed for maintenance.  She looked down the hall in the other direction, and once she was satisfied there was nobody left in the hall, she began to turn around to head back into her classroom and get ready for the next class in about an hour.

Just as she turned, she heard a noise that surprised her.  She stopped and turned back, and heard it again.  It seemed to be coming from the closed bathroom.  She slowly moved closer, trying to figure out what the sound was-it sounded like someone was eating, or mumbling-all she could hear was a ‘mmmm’ sound.  

The door was propped partially open, with an orange cone in the doorway that had the ‘Closed’ sign taped to it.  Quietly, slowly, Denise stepped over the cone, as the sound grew a bit louder.  Then, just as she turned the corner, she saw what was happening, and her jaw dropped as she stared, wide-eyed.

In the center of the bathroom stood a young man, his back to the door, someone that Denise didn’t recognize at all.  But she did recognize the girl who was on her knees in front of him-it was Sara, one of her senior students, probably the smartest girl in the senior class and the likely class valedictorian!

As Denise watched in shock, the young man suddenly pulled his cock out of Sara’s mouth-that was the sound she had been hearing!- and started spraying his seed all over her pretty face, into her straight brown hair, and down her neck and chest.  

“Oh my God!” Denise exclaimed.  “What is going on here?”  

The young man suddenly yanked his pants up and turned, running quickly past the stunned teacher and out the door.  “Hey, wait a min”- but Denise was too late to stop him.  She turned her attention back to Sara, who was still kneeling on the floor, blushing deeply with embarrassment, and trembling.

“Sara? What was going on-are you okay?” She knelt down next to her prize pupil.

“I-I-oh god it’s all over me-gotta clean up, gotta get to class…” Sara was still shaking as Denise got up to get some paper towels.  But the dispenser was empty, and the water was turned off due to the maintenance.  

“Don’t move-I’ll be right back!” And Denise ran across the hall, unlocked her drawer and pulled her purse out, and opened it to grab a pink handkerchief she kept in the side pocket.  Then she raced back over to the bathroom, leaving her purse on the desk.

She quickly began wiping the cum off of Sara’s face as she slowly began to calm down.  It took several minutes, but finally she got Sara cleaned off and presentable once again.  She laid the soaked cloth on the sink and turned her attention back to her student.  “Okay so who was he? How did this happen?”

“Oh, Miss Denise,” Sara replied, trying not to cry, “it all happened so fast…I never even saw him before my first class today-I don’t even know his name! This is so embarrassing…!”

“Now now, it’s not the end of the world…” Denise stated, trying to calm Sara down.  

“Are you going to report me to the principal? Please don’t…I promise it won’t happen again…”

“You’re my best student, Sara, you have a bright future,” Denise answered.  “I won’t tell anyone about this.  But how did you end up in here…doing, that…?” she added, blushing a bit herself.

“It was so silly…he was passing me notes during class, and the last one he told me to ask to use the bathroom and then meet him here…he slipped out of class when the teacher wasn’t looking…he said he had something he wanted to show me, but I had to do exactly what he told me to do, so I got on my knees, and closed my eyes, and opened my mouth, and the next I knew I was…oh my god, Miss Denise, I don’t know what I was thinking…!”

“It’s okay,” Denise replied.  “You’re okay-he didn’t do anything else, did he…?”

“N-no,” Sara stammered.  

“Okay, just sit here a minute and get yourself together, then we’ll go over to my classroom and I’ll write you a note for being late to second period.  And I’ll find out who this guy is and deal with him-you have my word on that…!”

“Thank you, thank you so much, Miss Denise!” Sara gushed.

After a few minutes, Sara got up, and they walked together across the hall to Denise’s classroom to get the note.  Denise stuffed the handkerchief back into the side pocket of her purse before she locked it back in the drawer, not noticing that the purse had been moved slightly while she was away…


Denise sat at her desk for the thirty or so minutes before her next class, trying to refocus on getting ready for it, but the experience she had just had was still front and center in her mind.  After all, this was not just any ‘skank’ she had caught in the bathroom in such an act, it was Sara, the smartest girl in her class!  She had known Sara for a few years, and knew her family, and this was just so much out of character for her.  Sara was someone Denise was quite proud of as a shining example and role model for the rest of the girls in her class-to see her degrade herself before a boy in such a manner was unconscionable!

Finally the bell rang to end second period, and the students began to file into her classroom for her third period, senior Advanced Placement (AP) World Geography class.  Because it was an AP class and could count towards college credits, it drew only the smartest of the senior class, and thus was her most enjoyable class to teach that year.

Sara was in this class, and so was the girl who seemed to be her biggest threat to class valedictorian, Melanie.  Denise smiled as she saw Melanie walk in and take her seat; if someone had said two years before that Melanie would be second in her class, nobody would have believed it.

At first glance, Melanie didn’t look like the typical straight A student at all.  She was naturally blonde, quite pretty, and voluptuous; she was a cheerleader.  And until Denise had her in class two years prior, Melanie got by quite well on her looks, getting average grades without anyone seeming to take notice.  As Denise got to know her during her sophomore year, she realized that Melanie was incredibly bright and smart, and decided she would work with her to help her realize her potential.  The results were really quite amazing-by the time Melanie began her senior year she had completely transformed into a strong student, demonstrating her smarts in all her classes, and her personality and decision making reflected this as well.

Two years ago, Melanie was the kind of girl who would have gotten caught in the bathroom like Sara did.  Now, she confidently asserted her place, rebuffing the comments she got about her looks, and only staying friends with those who also took their classes and themselves seriously.  Even Melanie’s mother, who was a high school dropout, had been motivated by Melanie’s success to go back and finish her GED.

The bell rang to begin class, and Denise read off the roll call.  Then she got to the two new students, transfers into the school.

“Hector Gonzalez?” she asked.  A Hispanic boy in the back stood up slowly, “Here.”

“And…Richard Masters?”

A blonde young man of average height and build who was seated behind Melanie and in front of Sara stood up.  “Call me Dick.” This statement got a few chuckles from the class as Denise looked up to identify him, and as she did, she gasped and froze.

It was him.  The boy from the bathroom earlier, with Sara.  In her class.  

He had a cocky grin on his face as his eyes met hers, and Denise smiled back-having this punk in one of her classes was going to make handling the incident so much easier, she thought, as he sat back down and she began her class.


Denise took the first few minutes of class to go over the second semester syllabus and class expectations.  Then she gave the class a reading assignment for the next 20 minutes, during which time she planned to catch up on some of the work she didn’t finish during her open period.

A few minutes into the reading time, Denise heard a soft giggle.  She looked up, but everyone seemed to be reading and doing what they were supposed to, so she sighed and went back to what she was doing.  A few minutes later, she heard it again, a bit louder, and once again looked up to see nothing but thirty heads looking down into their books.

The third time it happened, a few minutes later, it was obvious who was doing the giggling.  Denise looked up and saw everyone looking and staring at Melanie, who was giggling uncontrollably.  But that wasn’t the reason everyone was looking at her and either gasping or laughing;  Melanie’s blouse was completely open and unbuttoned and her breasts were half-hanging out of her bra, and she was blushing deeply even as she was giggling.

“Okay, that’s enough!” Denise raised her voice, trying to hide her own shock and surprise.  “Melanie?”

“Yes, Miss Denise?”

“In the hall. Now.”

Melanie quietly got up and walked quickly to the door as Denise met her there to open it.  Most of the class let out gasps or were mumbling to each other about what kind of trouble Melanie was going to be in.

Denise closed the door as soon as they were both in the hallway.   “Melanie, what’s the meaning of this?”  

Melanie was still blushing as she put her hand behind her back, trying to conceal what was in it.  She was trying to speak but the words weren’t coming out, as Denise saw her hand move.  “What’s that in your hand?” she asked the trembling student.  

Melanie’s head dropped a bit as she produced the note she had been holding.  Denise took it from her and opened it, reading it to herself:

‘Hey Tits,
I want to have some fun with that stupid cunt of a teacher.  I want you to do exactly as I tell you.  Every few minutes, I’m going to give you a soft poke, and when I do, you unbutton one button on that pretty little blouse, and giggle just a bit about ten seconds after you do it.  The last time, when the last button opens, I want you to pull your bra down just enough to flash everyone those pretty titties.  Do all this and there will be a wonderful present for you after class!’

The note wasn’t signed.  Denise’s face showed her anger and disappointment as she looked up at Melanie.  “Who gave you this?” she demanded.

“Th-the new boy…sitting behind me…”

“I figured as much-I’ve already had one issue with him this morning.  I’ll handle him.  What on earth possessed you to do something like this, to do what he told you to?”

Melanie was still trembling in embarrassment.  “I d-don’t know, Miss Denise…he is kinda cute…”

“You are so far above this now, Melanie.  All the progress you’ve made the last two years-I won’t allow you to throw it all away just because some cute new boy passes you a note!  Now fix yourself and button your shirt, and go back and sit down.  I’ll expect to never have a conversation with you again like this. Understood?”

“Yes, Miss Denise,” Melanie replied as she finished buttoning her blouse.  The look in her eyes showed that she knew Denise meant business.  Denise opened the door as Melanie walked back in towards her seat, with everyone’s attention on her and her change of behavior.

“Mr. Masters”-

“Dick.” The boy chuckled.

“Out here. Now.”  He got up quickly, almost as if he was anticipating it, and strode out into the hall.  Denise quickly closed the door behind him, and then without hesitation, she got right in his face.  At 5’7” each, they were eye to eye.

“What the hell is this?” There was fire in her eyes as she spoke, flashing the note before his face.

He smiled.  “What bothers you more, the stupid part or the cunt part?” His eyes never wavered from hers, he never looked down or seemed uncomfortable, even in the face of her anger.

“That’s enough!” Denise shouted into his face.  “I don’t know who you think you are.  I don’t know what you got away with at your last school.  I really don’t care.  I will NOT tolerate this kind of behavior in my class.  I will NOT let you harm any of my students or jeopardize their futures.  You may think this kind of stuff is funny,” and she waved the note again, “but I take discipline VERY seriously.  I’ve been teaching here a long time, and I’ve handled your type before.  You think you’re God’s gift, you think you’re better than those girls somehow, but you’re not.  They are smart and strong and have a lot going for them.  So I suggest you drop your cocky attitude and learn some manners, for starters.  And I want you back here in my class after school for detention.  Understood?”

The expression on his face didn’t change a lot, but he nodded a bit.  “Whatever,” he sighed.  “You can’t handle me.” And he turned as she opened the door, and walked back to his seat.  As they returned to the class, there was a lot of whispering and talking back and forth-the rest of the class had heard Denise’s shouting even with the door shut and figured this new kid was really in for it.

“Alright, that’s enough of that.” Denise stated as she returned to her desk, and the class went quiet.  “I hope everyone read the chapter I assigned-I have a few questions!”  And she managed to get through three of them before the bell rang for the end of class.

“Okay,” she said as the students started putting their books away and getting up, “chapter 24 is your assignment for tonight.” The class started filing out and down the hall to the cafeteria for lunch as she sat back down.  ‘There’s always one smart-ass in every class’, she thought to herself.  ‘Another challenge…well that’s why I got into teaching, to educate, to change these kids, show them they are all able to succeed, give them the tools they need…even the punks like that one.’  

She had a thought, as she turned off the lights and locked the classroom behind her; she headed down the hallway and turned the opposite way of the cafeteria, towards the school office…


As her class was eating lunch, Denise was in the school office.  “Hey, Denise,” came a familiar voice from behind the counter.  Stella had been working at the school almost as long as Denise had, and they were friends and former classmates there from their own school days.  While both women were single, Stella had gotten married right out of high school, pregnant, and then quickly divorced soon after that.  Her daughter was a senior there now and soon to graduate.

“Hey Stella…I’m looking for the transcripts for one of my new students, I was hoping you could help?” Denise asked.

“Sure, what’s the name?”

“Richard Masters…”

“Ohh, him,” Stella replied, almost giggling, as she reached down and picked up the file from her desk and handed it to Denise.  “I saw him come in first thing this morning, what a dreamboat…”

“Dreamboat? Stella? He’s…” Denise quickly opened the file, “nineteen!  You’re old enough to be his”-

“Mother, yeah, don’t remind me, we aren’t getting any younger, are we?  I’ve got a boyfriend anyway…what about you?  Who’s in your life now?”

“I’m way too busy for that sort of thing, and the idea of getting tied down with any man, giving up my power, my independence…No can do!  I like my life the way it is just fine.”

“Sure you do,” Stella replied.  “So what’s the deal with this guy?”

Denise was looking back down at the file as she answered.  “He’s already a bit of a troublemaker…I was hoping something in his file might shed some light on it, but there’s not much here!  His grades are excellent, mostly A’s…he lives with his father…and here’s the name and phone number of his last school, in California.”

“I’m sure whatever his issues are, you’ll handle him, you always do,” Stella said as she got up to get the office cordless.  “But here’s the phone-call his last school, maybe they can tell you what his deal is.  Ms. Vickers is out today, you can use her office if you want.”

“Thanks Stella, you’re the best!”  Denise said as she took the file and the phone into the vacant office and sat down, calling the number for his last school.

“May I speak to one of the administrators, please?” she asked when the secretary answered.

A minute later, she heard a female voice on the line.  “This is Vice Principal Stewart, how may I help you?”

“Yes hi, my name’s Denise, I’m a teacher from Central Valley High in Virginia.  I was hoping you might be able to give me some information on one of your former students, a Richard Masters…”

The line went quiet for a few seconds.

“Hello? Are you there?” Denise finally asked.

“Y-yes…” Ms. Stewart finally replied, her voice sounding a bit shaken.  “Richard Masters…he’s at your school now?”

“Yes, he just started today.  I have some issues with him already and there’s nothing in his file…”

“One second.”  Denise heard the sound of a door being closed and locked.  “Okay, I’m back.  You need to find a way to expel him.  Right away.”

“Expel him? After one day?  What’s going on? What happened when he was there?”

“Trust me, he’s not the kind of trouble you want at your school.  He’s a very smart kid, he tested off the charts, but he is very misguided, especially when it comes to dealing with women.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen that already,” Denise interjected, “but something must have”-

“He has some kind of quality about him, I’m not sure what, he’s always been able to get what he wants from the girls.  He isn’t satisfied with messing with the easy ones though-he targets the smart girls, the ones who would challenge him.  After a few incidents here, we were able to get him psychoanalyzed…”

“And?”

“He freely admitted that he thinks men are superior to women, that all women should be subservient, and that it was his ‘calling’ somehow, to make this happen, to ‘put women back in their proper place’.  The psychologist tried to explain to him that he was wrong, that men and women should be equals, but he wasn’t having any of it.  We tried to reach his father but didn’t have any success, he seems to be the only person that has any influence over Dick.  The incidents continued, even though one of his teachers was determined she was going to straighten him out…”

“So what happened?”

“Well, we finally expelled him about a month and a half ago, after we caught him in the girls’ locker room, being ‘serviced’ by two girls, smart ones too!  All of them were 18 or 19 so we couldn’t press any charges, and he didn’t seem terribly bothered-he said he’d done all he wanted to do at this school anyway, it was time to move on-I didn’t realize he meant all the way across the country…”

“Thank you, Ms. Stewart, thank you for all your info”-

“There’s something else you should know.” The vice principal’s voice lowered a bit.  “When he was expelled, we kept a tight lid on it-we didn’t want any of this leaking out to the press, it’s not the kind of publicity we want for our school…but you need to know this.   Soon after he left, the teacher, the one who had been trying her best to change him…she came into my office, in tears, telling me she wasn’t fit to be a teacher any more, and she resigned.  Also, the two girls we caught him with both dropped out of school.  These were smart girls, they would have both gone to good colleges…I tried to get a hold of them, all three of them, to try and change their minds, but I was told they had left town, with no forwarding address…Whatever happened, it really shook them up, I don’t know what he did, but you can’t let him do it again.  For your own sake, for your school, get rid of him now, if you can.”

Denise had been listening, absorbing this all in.  “Don’t worry, I think I know what I have to do.  I really appreciate your honesty, Ms. Stewart, and if I think of anything else, I’ll call you.  I’ll handle him.”

“You’re welcome…I know you probably pride yourself on being able to handle anything.  But that’s exactly what Candi Brown was like, too, and she couldn’t handle him, and now she’s gone.”

“Okay…bye.”  Denise hung up the phone.  ‘So…’ she thought, ‘he’s going to be even tougher to crack than I thought.  I’m going to have to put the hammer down, and hard.’  She returned the phone to Stella and started back towards her room, stopping briefly at the cafeteria on the way.

She peeked inside long enough to see Richard (she refused to think of him as ‘Dick’, what a crude nickname, nobody used that any more!) sitting in the lunchroom, with Melanie on one side of him, and Sara on the other.  She could see him talking, and the two girls seemed to be listening very attentively.  She resisted the urge to walk in there and confront him-after all, there was no crime in sitting and talking during lunch-and instead turned back towards her room, even more determined to change his attitudes, his perceptions, his misguided beliefs…


The last two classes of the day went rather uneventfully for Denise, which was probably a good thing, she told herself as the last bell rang.  There were enough events that morning for a whole week!  And during the last two classes, when she had time to think, her thoughts were going back to those events.  Sara on her knees in the bathroom, giving him oral.  Melanie exposing herself in class.  The note Melanie had gotten, calling Denise a ‘stupid cunt’.  And yet Melanie had obeyed his every word, seemingly without thought or question.  The way he acted towards her in the hall.  And then the conversation with his former school.  It was a lot to take in.

As her last class filed out of the room, Denise sat there, waiting, thinking about how she was going to handle Richard.  He was the only student who had earned her after-school detention, so he would get her full attention.  Her experience told her that these types of situations were best handled quickly and directly, so the student would understand exactly where the lines were drawn and what behavior was going to be expected in the future.

She sat there as five minutes passed, then ten.  There were no after-school activities that day, since it was the first day of a new semester, so the halls quickly got very quiet as everyone was leaving for the day.  Denise looked up at the clock.  ‘He’s not going to show…’ she started thinking, a bit disappointed if that was the case, as she would have to turn the discipline over to the administration, which was something she tried to avoid at all costs.  She knew they had enough to deal with, and she had her reputation to uphold as well, and she also knew that teachers who demonstrated the ability to handle their own discipline would have a leg up when it came to administrative openings.

Denise sighed as she checked the time once more, and then unlocked her drawer, took out her purse, and put it on her desk as she prepared to head out for the day.  Just as she was about to stand up, the classroom door opened, and in he strode, as if showing up fifteen minutes late to detention was just a normal practice.

“You’re late, Mr. Masters.” Denise said as he coolly dropped his backpack on top of one of the desks in front and walked to the front of hers.

“Call me Dick, OK?” he chuckled.  “You do like dick, don’t you Denise?”

“I…not for a name, no, I don’t…!” she replied, her face burning a bit, she was not going to let this kid think he had the upper hand, not for a second!

His hand reached out to her purse.  “That’s a pretty purse you have there, Denise, may I?” And before she could reply, he had snatched it by the handle and took a few steps away from her desk, opening it to look inside.

“Hey, that’s personal! Give that back now!” Denise yelled as she quickly marched around the side of her desk towards him.  He started to move to the side of the classroom, in front of two desks that were separated from the rest, one in front of the other.  She quickly caught up to him.

“Give it back!” she screamed at him as she grabbed hold of one of the handles, wresting it from his grip as he kept hold of the other one.  She yanked at it trying to get the whole purse away from him, but he kept a tight hold as the pulled back and forth.  “Give it to me NOW!”

“You want it?” he laughed.  “Then it’s yours!” And he suddenly let go, sending her flying back towards the wall, and sending the contents of her purse spilling out onto the floor.

“You asshole, you fucking asshole,” Denise muttered angrily as she quickly knelt down on the floor, picking up her lipstick, compact, wallet, and other items that had fallen from her purse.  Dick stepped back and watched, chuckling.

“Now now, that’s bad language coming from a teacher, Denise,” he chided as she continued to pick things up.  He smiled as he watched her-she seemed to be looking for something and not being able to find it.  His right hand went to his jacket pocket, slipping something out beyond her field of vision.

“I think I saw something roll under the desk there,” he said to Denise as she crawled underneath the front one of the two desks, looking, her hand sliding underneath the chair part of the desk, feeling for something but not finding it.

“Oh, is this what you’re looking for?” he asked as he opened his hand where she could see it, revealing a pink egg-shaped device.  Denise’s eyes widened as she lunged to her feet, completely forgetting in her haste and anger that she was underneath the desk…

CCCCRRRRAAAACCCCKKKK!!!!!  Her head hit the bottom of the desk. Hard.  “Uuuunnnnnhhhhh!!!!” Denise gasped as she slid back down, dazed and stunned by the blow to her head.

“Stupid cunt,” Dick mumbled.  He moved very quickly as he re-pocketed the egg and pulled a cord from the same pocket as he crouched next to her.  Grabbing her wrists, he pulled them together over her head and tied them together securely with the cord.  The he moved behind her, pulling her up by her arms, up through the desk in front, over the top of it and the desk behind it, and then tying the other end of the cord to the lower back of the desk, pinning her on her back over the two desks, her arms over her head and her legs dangling through the front desk, her heels not quite touching the floor.

“Uuunnnhhh…” Denise mumbled as she shook her head, trying to clear it, “what happened…”

Dick didn’t respond as he quickly moved down to her feet, which were dangling next to the legs of the desk in front.  He noticed that each desk leg had a square opening halfway down, and then he looked at the bottom of her heel, and saw it was small enough to fit in the opening.  Denise was weakly kicking her feet as she was regaining her senses, so he grabbed her right foot with both hands, and quickly pushed the heel of her shoe into the opening until it stuck.  Then he repeated the same with her left, and pulled two more cords from his pocket, tying her ankles to the desk for good measure.

“What have you done to me?” Denise yelled as he stood up to examine his handiwork.  “Untie me this instant!”  She was thrashing wildly back and forth, twisting furiously, and struggling, but the angle at which she was arched over the two student desks and the way her ankles and feet were secured gave her no leverage whatsoever.  “I’m your teacher, I demand that you untie me now! You’re in big trouble, mister!”

She continued to grunt and struggle as she glared angrily at him and yelled for him to untie her.  He seemed unaffected by her pleas as he picked up her purse from the floor and set it back on top of her desk, a few feet away.  He reached inside it and pulled the handkerchief from the side pocket.  Then he walked back to her, standing next to her head as she continued to twist and scream and struggle in vain.

“You aren’t exactly in any position to demand anything, are you?  Struggle all you want, Denise, I don’t think it’ll do you any good.  Scream all you want, there’s nobody left here who can hear you.  I’m in charge now, not you.  I’d say you’re the only one here who is in big trouble…”  He took the handkerchief and waved it below her nose.  She could still smell his semen on it from where she had cleaned Sara’s face off with it that morning.

“How did you like having my cum in your purse all day? Did that excite you?”

“Hell no!” Denise spat at him as she continued to glare angrily, determined not to give him any satisfaction whatsoever.  “You’re a sick kid-let me go right now and I’ll see that you get help!  You can’t do this to me!”

“Now now, I am perfectly fine, and I am doing this to you.” His voice kept its same calm and unaffected tone to it as he took the handkerchief and twirled it a few times, then reached down and placed it over her shocked eyes, tying it behind her head securely, even as she was yelling ‘no...no...no...no...’ the entire time.

“no…you fucking bastard…I can’t see…” Denise groaned as she continued to struggle, though not quite as hard, as she was starting to tire a bit.  She was breathing hard from the effort and sweating quite a bit.  Her sweater had slid up a bit, exposing her fairly tight and tanned stomach.  Then she felt something touching her exposed skin there, a light touch, like fingers grazing, caressing.  Her back arched a bit more, involuntarily, and she let out a surprised whimper, her voice suddenly without any of its previous angry tone.

“Ohh God, no,” she moaned, trying to fight what was happening; being blindfolded, and then touched, had been one of her fantasies ever since she had experienced it when she herself had been in high school-she couldn’t let him know this!

“There, that’s better,” he smiled.  “Looks like I found something you like, even if you won’t admit it,” he added as he continued to softly stroke across her exposed tummy.  Denise’s body continued to respond against her wishes as she pleaded unconvincingly for him to stop.

“H-how did you know…?” she breathed.

“A lucky guess, I suppose,” he chuckled.  “I figured any girl who carried a pretty little vibrator with her must have at least a few fantasies, maybe some she doesn’t want anyone else to know about…”

Denise was blushing a bit at this statement.  “What do you want from me?” she asked.

“What do I want from you?  Well, first off, I want you to understand who is in control here.  Who is handling who.”   He looked down over her squirming body helplessly trapped over the two desks.  “I think we have an understanding.”

“No!” Denise shouted at him angrily, “we don’t”-

“I don’t expect you to say it yet,” he interrupted.  “But your body is telling me otherwise,” he said as he caressed her stomach again, then slowly slid her sweater up until it was all above her chest.  Then he moved down and unbuttoned her slacks, sliding them down below her knees.  “And what a nice body it is, it’s been well taken care of, I see,” he added as he traced his finger slowly down her right side where her skin was exposed, smiling as her body responded, and her expression softened a bit again.  He also noted with a surprised smile her pink satin undergarments.

“Would you at least take this thing off my eyes, so I can see what you’re doing?” she asked, trying not to sound too much like she was pleading.

“Oh no, I couldn’t do that, although it does raise a couple of interesting questions.”

“Questions? What do you mean?” Denise asked, looking a bit lost.

“Well, it’s got me wondering, what kind of girl carries a handkerchief like that at work, unless she wants it to be used to blindfold her?  And…” he paused as he once again withdrew the egg from his pocket, “what kind of girl carries a vibrator with her at work, unless she wants it to be used on her…?” And he gently laid the egg on her exposed navel.

“What? No!” Denise exclaimed in denial.  “That’s not why I have them…!” Her face was quite red with embarrassment.

“Well there’s really only two explanations: either you’re just a silly little bimbo, masquerading as a tough schoolteacher, who doesn’t think these things through at all, or, deep down you want nothing more than to be blindfolded in your own classroom and driven to orgasm by your little egg here, is that it, Denise?”

“No-that’s not it, that’s not what I want!” Her face burned with shame.

“It was a rhetorical question, I already knew the answer.”  His voice remained calm and authoritative as he reached again into her purse, fishing around the pockets until he found what he was looking for, the small remote that controlled the egg.  He touched the button that turned it on to the lowest setting as he palmed it and walked back to her side.

“Shit,” Denise breathed as she felt the egg buzzing on her tummy, spreading little tingles all around it.   “D-don’t…ple”- she stopped herself before she could finish saying ‘please’, her breathing quickening a bit.  ‘He’s just a student, a nineteen-year-old boy, I can’t let him do this to me!’ she repeated in her mind.

“It’s okay, Denise, you can say please, good girls say please.”  His eyes looked over her again.  “And what kind of girl wears such pretty underwear if she doesn’t want a man to see it?”  His free hand caressed her bra for a few moments before lifting the cups up to expose her firm, tanned, C-cup breasts.  “These are the best tits I’ve seen all day.  Better than Sara’s, even better than Melanie’s.”

Denise gasped a bit as she heard her students’ names from his mouth for the first time.  “Sara…Melanie…promise me you won’t hurt them…!”

“Hurt them?” Dick chuckled.  “I have no intention of hurting them, or you, or anyone.  Is that what you think this is about?” He softly squeezed her right nipple, eliciting a gasp from her as he continued.  “This is about setting things right, allowing girls to embrace their true nature.  Showing them where their rightful place is-serving a man.  You know this, you called my last school during your lunch.”

“You knew about that?” Denise gasped in shock, “but how…?”

“I know everything that has happened today.  I’ve been here for a while, watching, observing, doing my homework, like any good student.”  Dick moved his hand over and squeezed her left nipple, drawing a similar response from the unprepared teacher.  “Nothing today has happened by accident.  The truth is, I’ve been in control from the moment I stepped foot in this school.”  He let go and moved back, next to her head, as his hand moved through her soft hair.

The expression on Denise’s face became angry again.  “You arrogant little shit!  Who do you think you are?  This is MY classroom!  You think you can just waltz in here and…and…and, ohhh…ohhhhh godd…” she gasped, and the reason for this was that as she was screaming in anger, he slowly started moving the humming egg downwards, sliding it underneath the elastic in her panties, and down until it was nestled against her bare, smooth, thick labia.

“You were saying?” he asked calmly as he nudged the button on the remote to the medium setting.

“I was…umm…i…umm…i…”

His hand went back to her hair again, massaging her head as he ran his fingers through it.  “It wasn’t important, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”  She let out a sigh of contentment as the egg continued to vibrate between her legs.  “That’s a good girl, relax, don’t try to think, it’s not what you’re made for anyway, are you?”  Denise opened her mouth to try and respond, but his finger went over her lips, and she stiffened and stopped.

“Now, I want you to relax and listen to me, Denise.  In a few minutes, I’m going to leave, and you’ll be free to go too.  I expect that you’ll act towards me a bit differently from now on, though.  And don’t get any ideas about going and telling anyone about what has happened here, it’s our little secret for now.  I have enough pictures of you in this compromised position to ruin you forever.”  He paused to let this sink into her dizzy, confused mind.  “You won’t interfere with anything I do with Sara, or Melanie, or any other girl in this school.  Do you understand, Denise?”  He lifted his finger away from her lips.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Good girl.  One more thing, before I go.”  His hand went between her legs, pushing the egg inside the dazed, panting teacher, and then he touched the remote one more time, setting it to the high setting.  “I’m going to hide this remote somewhere in your classroom…hopefully you’ll find it before your egg sends you over the edge-or maybe not…!”  He chuckled as he walked around the room for a minute, then he returned to her.

Denise felt the cord loosening around her wrists, and once she knew her hands were free, she quickly pulled them up to her head, yanking the blindfold from her eyes.  She raised her head up, quickly looking around, still in a daze and panting from the vibrating egg inside her.  There was no sign at all of Dick, apparently he was already gone, she thought as she tried to move her feet, but they were still secured tightly.  She managed to get herself up to a sitting position on the back of the front desk, pulled her slacks back up, and then she reached down awkwardly to attempt to untie her ankles.  The position she was in made it fairly difficult, not to mention how hard it was for her to focus on anything with the egg stimulating her!

Finally, after several minutes, she managed to free herself from the desk, and then got to her feet, stiff still from being tied for so long, and started looking around for the remote.  She didn’t see it out anywhere in plain sight, so she managed to stumble over to her desk-surely he must have hidden it inside one of the drawers!

“Ohhhh goddd…” Denise moaned as the egg was pushing her closer to the edge.  “where is itttt…ohhh…”  she opened drawer after drawer, rummaging through the contents of each, with no success.  Then she turned her attention to the top of her desk, moving papers around, desperate to find the remote before it was too late.

“Ohhhhhhhh…” she moaned loudly, unable to find it, and the pleasure was too much, she could feel the release coming as she leaned against her desk, and then backwards onto it, her hands moving to her still-exposed chest as she gasped and shook and screamed in total bliss, “ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!”

After a couple of minutes, she finally started to come down from the euphoric high, and managed to reach down into her panties and pull the egg from her dripping pussy.  Laying it on her desk, she then reached up to pull her bra and sweater back down, and as she did, something fell out of her sweater and rattled as it landed on her desk.

The remote.  She had had it the entire time.  Shaking her head in total bewilderment, Denise managed to stuff everything back into her purse, and stumble out of her classroom, out the door and to her car to drive herself home, after the most surprising day of her entire teaching career.


Thankfully, the drive home from school was a short one.  Denise was still a bit disoriented as she pulled into her driveway and staggered out of her car to her front door.  She opened her door and went straight down the hall to her bedroom, tossing her purse on the dresser and flopping down onto her bed.

“Oh my god,” Denise mumbled, “what just happened…what did that boy do to me…?”  She just lay there for a few minutes, hoping her head would start to clear a bit, but the experience she had just went through was still overwhelming her thoughts.  ‘Did that really just happen?’ she thought to herself.  Maybe soaking in a warm bath would help, she thought, and so she finally got herself up, walked to the bathroom, undressed, and turned on the water to just the right temperature.

As Denise lay back in the warm tub, soaking, her thoughts kept drifting back to the events of the day, and the feeling that accompanied those thoughts was humiliation.  She had never been so humiliated in her whole life!  There was the physical humiliation of being tied over two student’s desks, and blindfolded, and stripped, and driven to a mind-blowing orgasm with her own vibrating egg in her own classroom.

But it was the verbal humiliation that was really driving Denise crazy.  She kept hearing his words echoing through her mind as she lay in the tub, trying to relax.  ‘Stupid cunt’, he had called her, “silly little bimbo’, ‘good girl’, ‘don’t worry your pretty little head about it’, and ‘don’t try to think, it’s not what you’re made for, anyway’.  Her eyes closed as she heard the words again.  Here she was, a college graduate and a respected, experienced high school teacher, and a student, a boy half her age, was putting down her intelligence!

Denise didn’t even realize that her left hand had slid down her tummy, until it had slid down a bit farther, between her legs.  Her eyes opened in horror.  “Oh my God!” she exclaimed out loud, as she realized the verbal humiliation was somehow turning her on!  She sat up suddenly in the tub, then stood up and turned on the shower to rinse off.  She had been relaxing long enough!

A little while later, Denise was sitting at her writing desk, in a pajama short set, trying to compose her thoughts and write out a plan of action.  After all, that’s how she handled every other issue that came up in her work.

‘First off,’ she wrote, ‘he said he had taken pictures.  I need to confront him about those, find out if he’s just blowing smoke’, she added as she took more notes.  Denise tried to think back again; she couldn’t remember ever hearing a clicking sound from a camera.  ‘Maybe,’ she thought, ‘he thinks the threat of them is enough to intimidate me!’ She steamed a bit as she decided that was not about to happen!

‘Second, I need to meet with Sara and Melanie, without him around.  He is NOT going to derail my two brightest students!’

‘Third, I need to find out more about this boy.  I need to contact his father somehow-if what Ms. Stewart said is true, he might be the key to stopping him.  I need to get something on him, so I can get control of this situation!’

Satisfied for now with her plan of action, and quite mentally exhausted from the events of the day, Denise ate a light supper and called it an early night.  Her last thought before sleep overcame her was that tomorrow was going to be a hell of a lot different than today…


Denise woke up the next morning, refreshed, happy, and raring to go.  She thought as she started to get herself ready, that she must have had a really nice dream, although she couldn’t remember anything about it.  The humiliation and shock from the events of the day before had been replaced with determination and a plan to set everything right, the way it should be.

She checked the temperature and the weather forecast, it was going to be another mild day for late January.  Denise picked out a lavender button-up blouse and a black skirt that went almost to her knee, which was the dress code for teachers in her district.  She had already picked out a lavender bra and panty set so the blouse was a logical fit.  Then she slid on a pair of thigh high stockings and her favorite pair of black ankle boots.  She checked herself in the mirror and smiled at her appearance, then she grabbed her purse and things and headed out the door to school.

She walked into the school a few minutes before she had to be in her classroom for first period, which gave her the time she needed to stop by the office and let them know she was going to need a substitute for her morning classes the next day.  Denise had decided that the best way to try and meet Dick’s father would be when Dick was in school-hopefully his father would be home, and if not, perhaps someone would be who could shed some light on Dick and give her something she could use on him.  That was part 3 of her plan;  Denise was going to try to accomplish the first two parts later that very day.

Her classes that day fell differently than the day before; instead of her free period being in the morning, it would be in the afternoon.  She had two classes of World History before her third period senior geography class, and both passed rather uneventfully.  The bell rang to end her second class, and Denise sat at her desk, anticipating Dick’s arrival as she thought about what she was going to do.

She looked up as he walked in, smiling to no one in particular, dressed in a green t-shirt and jeans.  Right behind him were Sara and Melanie, and it almost looked to Denise as if the two girls were competing to see which one could get through the door first!  Finally they both made it through and followed Dick into the classroom.  Denise frowned at their behavior-they seemed to be fawning all over him as if he were the second coming of Brad Pitt!

The three took their seats, in a slightly different order than the day before-Dick was sitting directly behind the two star students.  The rest of the class were taking their seats as the bell rang to begin class.

Denise smiled as she stood up to address the class.  “I hope everyone read the assigned chapters last night…because we are going to have a pop quiz to start class today!”  The class collectively groaned a bit, but it was short-lived for the most part; this was an Advanced Placement course after all, and these students were the smartest seniors and pop quizzes didn’t tend to faze them as much.

She took a stack of papers and began to pass them out to the class.  Each quiz was two pages, stapled together, with twenty-five multiple-choice questions.  She finished passing them out and then took her seat to watch as the class started taking the quiz.  Denise was watching Dick, Sara, and Melanie in particular, to see their reaction as they turned to the second page.  She had placed a Post-It note on each one of their quizzes on the second page.  On Dick’s, it asked him to please stay after the class was over to talk to her; and on the girls’ notes, it asked them to come back after the last class of the day for a few minutes, and not to tell anyone about it.  If her plan was going to work, she needed to get the girls’ attention without letting Dick know what she was doing, in case his threat about the pictures had any merit.

After twenty-five minutes, all the students had finished and Denise collected the quizzes.  She spent the remainder of the day on her prepared lesson, and finally the bell rang to end the class.  She stood there watching everyone else get up and leave, as Dick picked up his backpack and walked calmly up to her desk.

He stood there eye to eye with her again, his back to the classroom door as the last students left and the door closed behind them.  “You wanted to see me, Denise?”

“Yes…Dick,” she replied.  He smiled upon hearing her call him by that name.  “What happened yesterday…I’m not going to let you ever do anything like that again, do you understand?”

“I think you are mistaken, little girl.  You seem to have forgotten who is in control here,” Dick answered calmly but firmly.  “Did you forget about the pictures, you stupid cunt?”

“Don’t you call me that!” Denise exclaimed.  “I am a 38 year old woman, your teacher, for Christ’s sake - not a little girl or a stupid cunt!  And you’re lying about there being any pictures…!”

“I don’t lie, Denise,” he stated calmly, as he reached into his backpack and pulled out a digital camera.  He turned the camera and held it up to her face so she could see the display, then he pressed the play button…

Denise gasped as she watched, her eyes wide in shock.  The video he was playing back was about two minutes long, and it was her, from the day before, lying over her own desk, writhing and moaning with the egg inside her until she finally climaxed.   She couldn’t believe was she was seeing – she thought he had left the room before this had happened!

“Want to watch it again?” Dick teased as the video came to an end.  Denise vigorously shook her head no, even as she was trembling in shock and fear.  “Too bad, you’re going to,” and he pressed the play button a second time, smiling at the incredulous look on the teacher’s face as she stood there watching and trembling.  The sound was just loud enough that she could hear her own plaintive moans and whimpers.  Her arms were at her sides, biting her lip nervously as the video came to an end once again.

“You silly little bimbo, you really thought I was bluffing,” he said as he stuffed the camera back into his backpack.  “Be a good little girl or you’re going to end up as a YouTube sensation,” he chuckled.  His fingers went to her stomach, sliding in between the buttons and finding her bare skin, lightly stroking.  She let out a confused whimper as she felt his fingers touching her.

“Now, Denise, I have lunch waiting for me,” Dick smiled as he stepped back, withdrawing his fingers from the stunned teacher.  “Although the idea of munching on your delicious little cunt instead had crossed my mind.”  He paused to watch her shocked expression.  “Maybe another day.  Now remember what I told you yesterday.  I’m in control, you dimwitted little bimbo.  You’re going to be a good little girl from now on.  Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she breathed as he turned quickly and walked out of her classroom, shutting the door behind him.  Denise sat down at her desk, her head spinning, as she tried to wrap her mind around what had just happened.  


Denise sat at her desk, having lost her appetite for lunch after what she had just went through.  She was glad she had the next period free, because she needed the time to get her head straight and think about what she was going to say to Sara and Melanie after school.  Part one of her plan was a total bust; hopefully parts two and three would have better luck, she thought.  The video he showed her, and the names he had called her, continued to run through her stunned mind.  

She looked at the stack of quizzes in front of her; maybe grading some of them would take her mind off of what had happened a bit.  The first one happened to be Dick’s, and he had every question right, which didn’t really surprise Denise that much - there was no question the boy was smart, he was just terribly misguided.

The next two quizzes were Sara’s and Melanie’s.  Two more A’s, Denise thought to herself as she started to grade Sara’s.  A look of disappointment started to come over her face as she began to mark red X’s over many of her answers.  When she was done, Sara had only gotten 13 of the 25 right!  And Melanie’s grade was even worse – 11 out of 25!  

Denise stopped grading and stared at the two quizzes.  These two girls had never gotten less than an A on any test, quiz, or paper in her class first semester – this was so out of character for them, it looked to Denise as if neither one had opened her book at all.  She shook her head in disbelief and disappointment.  Well, she thought, I guess I have my starting point for the talk with them this afternoon…

The rest of her afternoon went quite smoothly, and the final bell rang to end the last class.  A couple of minutes after the room had emptied, Sara and Melanie walked in together.  “Hi, Miss Denise,” they both chimed as they walked to her desk, both seeming quite cheerful and happy.

“Hi girls,” Denise replied, “please, have a seat.”  She took out their quizzes from earlier.  “I have to start by saying I am rather disappointed in your quiz grades from today, both of you.  Did you even read the chapter I assigned for last night?”

Both girls looked down for a moment, then Melanie was the first to look up.  “Umm, well, we were a little busy, Miss Denise, I guess we kinda forgot about it…”

“Busy?  On a school night?  What were you doing?”

“We were…umm…” Sara mumbled.

“Yes?”

“We were with Dick.”  Both girls were blushing a bit and this revelation.

Denise was shocked and appalled.  “This boy, that you just met?  Both of you?  I can’t believe what I’m hearing…”

“Please don’t be mad at us, Miss Denise!”  Melanie blurted out.

“I’m sorry, Melanie, but I am mad, and very disappointed.  He’s trouble, big trouble, and the main reason I called you both in here, was to warn you to stay away from him, you both have bright futures and you can’t let him ruin that for either of you!”

“You’re wrong, Miss Denise, he’s not any trouble,” Sara replied.  “He’s really wonderful!”

“Trust me on this, girls, he may have you both convinced that he is wonderful, but he’s not.  There’s more going on with him than he’s told you, you have to trust me on this, I know things that you don’t…you have to stay away from him!”

The two girls looked over at each other, then they both started giggling.

“What’s so funny?” Denise demanded.

Melanie stopped giggling long enough to respond, “He showed us the video last night.  The one he took in here after school yesterday.”

“Oh my God,” Denise gasped,  “he didn’t…”

“Do you really keep a vibrator in your purse, Miss Denise?” Sara giggled as she reached for Denise’s purse, which was on the edge of her desk.  Denise reached out to grab her purse away but it was too late, Sara’s small hand had found the egg and pulled it out.

“Please, put that back,” Denise asked.  She couldn’t help but feel that this conversation was rapidly slipping out of her control.

Sara passed it over to Melanie.  “How does it work?” Melanie inquired.

“Please, please, please give it back to me,” Denise pleaded.  Melanie shrugged and started to hand it back to her.  Just as she did, the door opened, and Dick walked in, smiling.

“Hello there girls, I thought I might find the three of you in here,” he remarked as he walked over.  “Are you sharing your toys with your students, Denise?”

“What? No…!” Denise exclaimed as she quickly stuffed the egg back into her purse, blushing quite hard.

“Hi Dick!” Sara and Melanie gushed.  Dick smiled back at them as he walked around behind Denise’s chair, reaching over and sliding his fingers into her hair.

“Hi girls!” he replied.  “Are you both done here?  Ready to go?”

They looked to Denise, who nodded weakly yes, then they both stood up.  Denise remained in her chair, and Dick still had his hands in her hair.  He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Would you like to join us, little girl?”

Denise gasped and shuddered,  “j-join you?”

“Yes, dear, there’s plenty of room in my car if you want to come home with us, I don’t think Sara or Melanie would mind, would you girls?”

“Oh no, not at all!” they chimed.

“N-no, I can’t, that wouldn’t be right,” Denise answered, trying to assert herself somehow.  “I’m your teacher, remember?”

Dick smiled as he stood up, his hands leaving her head.  “Your loss, girl.  Just remember you were invited…” and he walked out the door, Sara and Melanie behind him, as Denise breathed a momentary sigh of relief, and got her things and headed home.