Prefect, Student Teacher, Sex Toy Ch. 02

The next morning the alarm went off in Lydia's room. Taylor Swift again, why do radio stations play the same play list at the same time everyday? As she got ready, she thought about the events of yesterday. She knew she had lost control big time. She knew she could never redeem that, and knew with all that had happened and she had let happen, that if it got out, she was finished in teaching and would be hugely humiliated -- well even more so than she already was. But damn that she thought, I let that happen and I didn't need to. I can treat it like it never happened and perhaps I can get through the next four weeks without anymore being said about it and it being just part of the past.

She looked in her underwear drawer and saw the black lace panties, the while satin high cuts, the red lace thong she once wore for a boyfriend, but then went to the conservative cotton yellow panties she had and pulled them on. Stuff her she thought. She then took a pair of black slacks off the hanger and put them on, putting on a yellow cotton bra that was similar to the panties (she did like to co-ordinate after all) along with a gray sleeveless top. I'm not letting this go any further she thought.

It was going to be a good day. In fact, she traveled to school on the bus without incident. The same schoolboys were on the bus, but she avoided them. A few looked her way but they obviously had some other stupid prank to play today and it had nothing to do with her. Yes, she was back in control.

She walked into the classroom and prepared her lesson again on the blackboard. She had finished long before the class came in this time and so was sitting reading through the quiz from yesterday when the class started to drift in. She watched for any sign as Kerry entered with her friend Jane but none was obvious. As bad, well really horrific, as yesterday had been, it seemed that maybe Kerry might put it behind her too.

How naïve some might think.

She got on with the lesson getting the class to read parts of their poetry book and discussing what the authors might have meant. She sat in her seat doing this and kept looking toward Kerry to see any signs that should alert her to anything, but nothing. It was over.

The lesson was coming to an end so she stood up to hand back the quizzes she had marked the night before. She walked past Kerry's desk and held her breath. Nothing. She was definitely in the clear. She finished handing out the quizzes just before the bell rang. The class started to depart and she went back to her seat to collect her bag and things to make her way to the staff room. She took her time to let the class get clear of the room and the noise to abate before she looked up from her bag where she had been placing her papers in one by one to take up time.

She looked up. Kerry and Jane were still seated there not moving, not making a sound, just looking at her. She stared back and swallowed. What to do? She felt her stomach drop, her heart pound and she knew that no matter what happened, however she handled this, she was in trouble.

Kerry smiled. 'Lydia, now I saw as you walked past me before that your panty lines could indicate that you have worn a very conservative set of underwear today?

Kerry continued 'Now I know it was all a bit heated yesterday but I thought we had an agreement about this? Now I could be wrong and you could have the sexiest little pair of panties I have ever seen in which case I will thank you for your efforts. On the other hand, I might be right and we know what that means, so please take down your slacks and show me'

This was all said by Kerry all so matter of fact that Lydia didn't know how to answer.

Jane on the other hand, not really believing the events of yesterday as Kerry had described to her later couldn't help but laugh.

Kerry looked at Jane and said, tongue in cheek 'Come on Jane this isn't a laughing matter, Lydia here wants to show us her panties now and you are laughing, that isn't fair'

Lydia, started to walk around the outside of the room saying 'NO, I won't do it' but added a 'please' on the end that completely made it a begging question rather than a statement. She shuffled across the back wall toward the door 'No, please, I can't show you'

'Why not?' said Kerry 'have you broken our agreement. What am I going to do with you?' she paused then shouted 'TAKE THOSE SLACKS DOWN NOW' as Jane moved to cover the door.

Lydia stood there knowing her escape was blocked. She didn't think about it, but after that command her fingers went down to her button of her slacks and started fumbling about, as she felt those tears welling up again. She felt like a six-year-old, she couldn't get control and so she would just cry. She finally found the button and undid it, followed by the zipper. Her last resistance was to say 'No' in a pleading voice.

'NOW' shouted Kerry.

Lydia nearly wet herself on that command, truth be known a little pee may have escaped but she didn't have time to think about that, she slowly pulled her slacks down revealing her yellow cotton panties for Kerry and Jane.

Lydia looked at Kerry.

Kerry said 'further, come on' the pants were now down to her knees, the panties fully displayed.

'Further' said Kerry again.

And so, Lydia bent at the knees to push the slacks down to her ankles. She looked up at Kerry, her slacks at her ankles, her yellow cotton panties on display, a tear once again betraying her and slipping down her cheek. She then turned to look at Jane, the massive smile on her face gave away what she was thinking, but worse was her phone was in her hand obviously filming the event. Event? Abject humiliation more like.

Lydia shouted 'Oh God no' as she reached down to pull her pants back up.

Kerry stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders pinning her arms to the wall as she dropped the slacks back down.

'Now you know what the punishment was don't you? So don't go trying to hide them cute little panties now' Kerry said.

Kerry walked away and pulled up a chair on which she sat her rather bulky frame.

All the while Jane videoing this humiliation of Lydia.

'Now' said Kerry, 'Get yourself over here and across my lap little girl and we will sort out what type of underwear you will wear tomorrow'

Lydia waddled across the room with her slacks around her ankles, tears streaming down her face, and Jane now moving in to video her jiggling ass. Lydia got to where Kerry sat and was forcibly pulled down over her knees by Kerry so she lay like an errant schoolgirl across the teachers knee. However, what the video would show is that in this case the girl in the school uniform sat upright on the seat and the one about to get punished was in fact the teacher, or student teacher at least.

Kerry started by pulling the panties up a little creating a slight wedgie but nothing that would hurt. She then grabbed both leg holes and tucked them into Lydia's quivering ass. Quivering mainly due to her ongoing sobbing.

'Now Lydia, if this was a cotton thong it would have been almost acceptable. Not a nice lace pair of panties, or satin, agreed, but almost acceptable. However, you chose to disappoint me deliberately, didn't you? Kerry asked with no response. SLAP, 'Didn't you?' Kerry asked again after slapping one of Lydia's exposed ass cheeks.

Kerry couldn't believe what she heard come from Lydia's lips, and neither could Jane who couldn't help but start laughing again.

'Ssssorry' replied Lydia.

'Sorry' Kerry laughed 'I don't think sorry really cuts it, do you Jane?'

'No, I don't know if she is really sorry anyway' Jane replied.

'Well, I'm sure she will be if she isn't already' Kerry said

SLAP, another smack to Lydia exposed cheeks

Lydia started to kick her legs about in a struggle to get out of the situation.

'Now come on stop that' Kerry said 'Just take your punishment and learn from it. If you had done as we agreed and worn a nice pair of panties for me then we could have moved onto stage two which will be a hell of a lot nicer for you, but you haven't learnt have you?'

Lydia didn't like the sound of that, stage two, what the hell was this all about? How did she let it go this far? Surely, she should be able to stop this. But right now, with her panties tucked up into her ass, her slacks around her ankles, and her bottom being smacked by one of her students, while another filmed the whole event, she really didn't have time or capacity to think about the whole thing logically.

Kerry slapped Lydia's ass cheeks several more times until the kicking about had stopped. Lydia lay still just sobbing. After a dozen slaps on her ass and a few vain attempts to struggle free she had given up the fight. She looked at the floor and her eyes fogged over as she completely zoned out in her mind. That was until she felt the now familiar tugging upward of her panties.

Kerry said 'So you will be losing another pair, next time wear a sexy pair and we can make the wedgie a whole lot more enjoyable for both of us.'

Kerry tugged the cotton panties up Lydia's back stretching them as far as she could. They had now lodged firmly in Lydia's ass crack. Kerry then took a new grip grabbing both leg holes and continued the upward pull. They now lodged themselves between her pussy lips also and started to really hurt poor Lydia. She let out a squeal, which was captured on the video as Jane continued to capture the whole thing for their viewing pleasure.

Kerry pulled harder and the panties had reached more than half way up Lydia's back. Lydia started to slide upward off Kerry's lap in an effort to stop the pressure. Kerry realizing that she wasn't going to be able to finish the job in this position let Lydia slide herself to the floor. Kerry got up off the chair and grabbed Lydia who hadn't yet gotten off the floor. She grabbed Lydia by the shoulders and pulled her on all fours forward toward her. She pushed Lydia's head up under her skirt and clamped her thighs around Lydia's ears, trapping her head between them. Lydia felt the fat sweaty thighs pressed hard against her. Did she also smell a musky smell of Kerry's damp pussy? She didn't have time to think about that though.

Jane said 'While you have her there you should see what sort of pussy licker she is'

Kerry smiled 'Hmm, not a bad idea, but that will come'

Jane laughed; she was starting to understand that there was more to Kerry's bullying of Lydia than she had first been led to believe. She was starting to realize that Kerry was enjoying this more than she would normally when bullying someone as they had done together many times. She thought she would ask Kerry about it later.

Kerry with Lydia in this position was able to take a new firm grip on Lydia's yellow cotton panties. She started to tug again and soon had them stretched almost to breaking point. She pulled hard and Lydia's knees came off the ground so she was only supported by her head between Kerry's thighs and the panties, which were now deeply lodged between her ass crack and pussy lips. Finally, as Kerry tugged even harder, the same sound as was heard the previous day RIPPP sounded and Kerry tumbled backward holding the torn stretched panties.

'Quite a collection I am getting' she said, as Lydia lay prostrate on the ground, her slacks on her ankles her bare legs and ass on show.

Lydia lay sweating, her hair a mess, her ass bright pink, her eyes red. She looked up as Kerry spoke. 'Now, tomorrow what are you going to wear?' she asked Lydia. No answer.

'I asked you a question, what will you wear for me tomorrow?' Kerry repeated.

'err, sexy panties' Lydia managed to get out while sobbing to herself

'Right' Kerry replied 'and what happens if I catch you wearing boring cotton panties?'

'You will wedgie me and tear them off me' Lydia again managed to say between sobs.

Kerry laughed 'Jane I think she is learning. If she has learnt this so quickly we can move on to have far more fun....Oh and by the way, thanks for the great video Lydia, I am going to enjoy watching it tonight.'

Lydia dropped her head back to the floor as Kerry and Jane packed up their things and moved out of the room.

Lydia had barely pulled her trousers back up and was doing the button as the next class walked into the room. With her head down she quickly and quietly made her way from the room and went into the nearest toilets to clean up her face. She knew she couldn't go on with this happening everyday, but what was she to do? There was little she could do to fight back and if she reported it now, it had gotten to the stage where any career in teaching would surely be in jeopardy.

Kerry and Jane meanwhile had met up with a group of friends to go for a smoke. Jane spoke to Kerry quietly away from the others as they walked in the direction of the toilets. 'That was really wild Kerry, and I can't wait to watch the video'

'Yeah, me either' said Kerry who could feel the dampness between her legs still. Having Lydia lay across her lap with her perfect tight little ass on display had made Kerry more than a little excited. In fact, she really had to fight the urge to stroke Lydia's ass sensually and then force her passionate feelings on her "teacher".

Jane asked, "So what is the story? What do you want to do? I don't think you seem as though you want to stop."

Kerry trusting her friend Jane told her the story, or an edited version that allowed her to keep her own self-esteem in tact and also not to make it sound how desperate she was to have Lydia. In fact, she tried to make it sound very matter of fact that she would like Lydia to make love to her, and that she only wanted Lydia to submit that far as the ultimate form of degrading her.

Jane felt she could read something else between the lines here, but was willing to go along with whatever Kerry wanted.

They all walked into the toilets just as Lydia had finished adjusting her make up.

'Hi Lydia' Kerry said rather loudly.

Lydia jumped at the sound of the voice and was panic stricken. Not again, not now she thought.

'Don't you say hi Lydia?' Kerry asked. Her and her five friends including Jane stood in the doorway.

Kerry opened her bag and took out a packet of cigarettes and lit one up.

One of the other girls said 'Hey Kerry not now you will get us all in trouble, she is a teacher"

Kerry looked at Lydia 'You won't tell anyone we were smoking will you Lydia?'

Lydia just shook her head.

'See girls she isn't going to say anything, it's not like she is a real teacher anyway' Kerry said smiling at Lydia.

Lydia grabbed up her bag and moved to leave the room.

'Not so fast Lydia there I wanted to ask your advice on something' Kerry said moving in front of her

Lydia froze.

'Well' said Kerry 'I want to know to avoid panty lines when you are wearing tight slacks like yours, do you wear a g-string or do you wear no panties at all?'

The other girls were shocked that she had the courage to ask such a question, but were still able to laugh as they looked at Lydia standing there in disbelief.

'Well?' said Kerry 'Please tell me the truth'

Lydia knew she must do something, and knew she had to give Kerry the answer she wanted as embarrassing as that was in front of the group of girls.

'I'm not wearing any panties Kerry' she said quietly trying not to look into any of the girls faces as she said it.

'Sorry I didn't hear you?' Kerry said

'I'm not wearing any panties I said' replied Lydia.

The girls all burst into laughter and started a round of high fives as Kerry moved aside and let Lydia move toward the door.

As Lydia stepped past Kerry, she felt Kerry's hand sensuously caress her ass, rubbing all over her tight ass cheeks encased in the tight black slacks.

'Just checking,' said Kerry smiling as Lydia turned around.

Lydia left without saying a word and the girls burst into even louder laughter and wild conversation about what had taken place.