Teacher Finds a Master Ch. 05

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Facing the corner they couldn't see the agony contorting her face. It took what little willpower she had left not to finger her pussy, and she only just refrained from rubbing her thighs together. Her whole class would witness her downfall if they carried on with such dire humiliation.

'Come here, girl,' a female voice told her.

Robert's hour was up, and Betty was the next designated teacher. She was a big black girl, and looked dangerously powerful now that she was in charge.

'Yes, ma'am,' Mrs Watson humbly spoke.

Betty smiled at her. It was refreshing to hear a white woman defer to a black girl, and she meant to take full advantage. The next hour wasn't likely to be as bad as it could have been. It was humiliating to be punished by a student, but if she remembered correctly, Betty didn't have much of an imagination.

'Over here, new girl,' Betty ordered.

'I want you to get to know the other students, so you can mix in,' she sweetly smiled.

'Yes, ma'am,' Mrs Watson agreed.

'Start over here. Shake his hand, and introduce yourself. To each student, tell them something about yourself,' she smiled.

This didn't seem to be too onerous, just so long as she could think of something different to say to each of them.

'Hi, I'm a new student here, and my name is Vicky,' she began.

He returned with his name, and kept vigorously shaking her hand. She realised why, on feeling her breasts dancing around. They had left the little bra, and were freely bouncing around under the thin blouse. Her nipples joined in by growing hard, becoming engorged by the humiliation, and from being rubbed in the cotton blouse.

The next guy took a hold of her hand, and started her breasts gyrating straight away. This was only the second of her students, and she was already feeling both humiliated and aroused.

'Watch her tits wriggling around in this blouse, guys. Much better than when she walks down the corridor,' Benny laughed.

The guys in her class were playing with her tits, which was both humiliating, and turning her on.

Mrs Watson blanked out what they were doing to her. The boys were making her breasts dance, and enjoying it enormously. Their lewd comments were hard to take. Fortunately only a select few had won the opportunity to tease her. Once they had finished with her, she sat down at her desk, trying to sink into the floor.

Lunchtime came around and of course no one wanted to leave the, 'new girl'. Even if someone else was in charge, it was fun watching her being humiliated. Some of the students thought the nominated teachers were going too far, but they weren't brave enough to object, and go against the rest of the class.

A girly, pink lunchbox was given to her. 'Eat up everything, or you will be punished, girl,' Frank heavily told her.

Not wanting to find out what his idea of a punishment was, she did as she was told. At least if a so called teacher tried to impose an unfair punishment, the class would object. The large bottle of pop was too sweet, but she managed it. Tipping up the bottle for the last drop, she dribbled some on her blouse.

'You clumsy girl,' Frank scolded her. 'Stand up, girl. The blouse will have to be washed out quickly, or it will be ruined,' he told her.

'Betty, do you mind helping out this stupid girl?' he asked.

'Sure, sir, I'll rinse it out for her,' Betty helpfully agreed. 'Come on girl, get that blouse off,' Betty cajoled her.

The blouse was already falling open, when the girl pulled at the last few buttons still holding it together. Mrs Watson didn't struggle, as she again passively went along with the torment. Submitting to their torture gave them the green light to treat her ever more badly, but she couldn't generate the energy to resist.

Watching the blouse disappear through the door, she wondered if it would be returned. The quarter cup bra didn't cover much of her breasts. She cuddled them, trying to hide them as best she could. What was next? Would they find excuses to strip all her clothes away, as they had already done to her dignity.

'I was missed out, sir,' Len spoke up.

'What do you mean?' asked their designated teacher.

'The new girl was supposed to introduce herself to me, but didn't,' Len pointed out.

Frank knew Len was lying, but smiled at the idea of it.

'Well? Go introduce yourself to Len, you know what to do, girl,' he gleefully told her.

'But, sir!' she complained.

'No excuses, girl. Do as you're told or be punished,' he said, while meaningfully swinging the rule Robert had used on her.

Unsure which punishment would be worse, she nevertheless walked over to Len, protectively holding her breasts. The teacher would probably spank her, and make her go through with it anyway.

Offering her hand to the boy meant uncover a breast. She looked away when he took a firm grip, and began vigorously shaking her hand. In resignation to the inevitable, she dropped her free hand to her side.

'The new girl's tits are well fit,' Len commented.

Her large breasts bounced out of the cups, and he began to shake her, to get one back in then the other. One of her breasts landed back in, then out again, when the other landed in its cup. He was treating her as though she were a mere game, not with the respect a teacher deserved.

'That's enough, Len,' Frank told him.

Reluctantly he let go of her hand. One of the others hopefully mentioned she hadn't told him anything about herself, when shaking his hand. Fortunately Frank dismissed the guy, and let her sit back down.

Mrs Watson was thoroughly ground down by the horrendous experience. It had been bad when the top was pulled off, to show the whole class her breasts. Everyone in her class had witnessed one of her boys, manipulating them. He hadn't actually played with them, but very nearly. Would that be her next torture, letting the guys play with her breasts.

With some small relief she was glad to get the blouse back. She never thought to be glad to wear such a brief and inadequate garment. The last two buttons had gone missing, so she tied it under her breasts, showing off her slight belly. The front was wet, and showed off her breasts with nipples pointing through, but it was better than nothing.

Lunchtime was almost over, and she tried to hold on, but inevitably had to raise her hand.

'What is it, girl,' Anne, the next teacher asked.

'Please, ma'am, may I go to the restroom?' she humbly asked.

'As a new girl, you'll need a guide. Jillian, you know what to do,' Anne said.

Mrs Watson saw an unspoken message pass between them, and wondered what trouble she was in now.

'No! This way,' the girl told her.

'But, Jillian, I need to change,' Mrs Watson whispered.

The girl took hold of her hand and led her out of the classroom. There weren't many students in the corridor, but enough to make it embarrassing. She was showing off too much of her body to pass the school dress code, for a member of staff, or even a student. She kept her head down, hoping not to be recognised.

The guys were too interested in her body to notice her face. The little skirt bounced up to reveal her panties, and the blouse was still wet, showing off her breasts. Instead of being led to the staff rest room, she was pushed into one of the girls toilets.

'In there, girl,' Jillian sneered, while pushing her teacher into a stall.

'Please, give me some privacy,' Mrs Watson pleaded.

'What have you got to hide, girl?' she offhandedly said.

Watching Mrs Watson pull her panties around her knees, it was a surprise to see she'd had a Brazilian.

'Don't hide it, open your knees, girl. I would never have believed it, you're completely bald,' she laughed.

Mrs Watson just knew this girl would use this against her in some way. It was embarrassing having one of her students watching her, and even more so, when the girl laughed at her closely shaved sex.

'Wash your hands, naughty girl. Let me see how smooth you are,' Jillian demanded, and pushed a hand up the skirt.

Mrs Watson froze on feeling the girl grip her sex. The hand had pushed into her panties, and was feeling her shaven crotch!

'Please, Jillian, there's no need to do that!' she hesitantly spoke.

There was no telling what the girl might do next, so she had to be careful. In such a vulnerable state, it would be difficult to resist the tormentor.

'So, our teacher's cunt is completely bald, like a little peachy girl. How cute. So you are a little schoolgirl after all,' Jillian laughed.

'Please, Jillian! I mean, please, miss,' she protested.

'Wow! What have we here? Your pussy's been pierced. Who would have believed it of Mrs Watson! Naughty girl, you're leaking, and opening up. I do believe my teacher is becoming sexed up. Naughty, girl,' Jillian teased, and slapped her bottom.

'Tell me naughty teacher, am I turning you on?' the girl purred in her ear.

'Yes, no! I mean, it's the humiliation,' she reluctantly revealed.

'Mmm, interesting. One of your students fingering you is humiliating, and humiliation turns you on?' Jillian asked.

'Yes. Please stop, it's not right,' she heavily breathed out.

'Having one of your students push two fingers into you, while playing with your clitoris, is humiliating. You want it to stop, yet you can't stop me, can you,' Jillian whispered into an ear.

'Yes, no, I don't know,' she moaned.

'You can't tell me you're not enjoying it, because you're soaking wet and wide open. Maybe you don't like girls. I'll give you to the boys to fuck, when I'm teacher,' Jillian proposed.

'No, I like girls, honest,' she lied.

'Either way, you are a very dirty little schoolgirl, aren't you,' Jillian leered.

'Yes, miss, I'm a dirty little schoolgirl, miss,' she groaned.

Jillian pulled her fingers out of her teacher, and wiped them on the panties. She tugged the panties into place, cupped the woman's crotch, and squeezed. It was the first time having an adult in such a vulnerable position, and she loved it. She would have to think of something suitable, for the woman's humiliation in class.

Jillian marched back to their classroom, with Mrs Watson obediently trotting along beside her. She paused outside the woman's classroom, with the beginning of an idea forming. The docile way she trotted at heel, reminded Jillian of the way the family Labrador behaved. There had been a teacher's pet in a previous class, but never a pet-teacher. She looked their teacher over, and smiled.

Mrs Watson shivered from the way the girl looked at her. She was in a hurry to get back into her classroom, as she was afraid to spend time alone with Jillian. That was one advantage she had. The whole class had to approve what torture the nominated teacher came up with. Being alone with Jillian felt oppressive, and dangerous.

Another of her students took over and made her stand in a corner, with hands on her head. This wasn't so bad, even though it meant her panty clad bottom was on view to her whole class. Since Robert had spanked her, none of the others had the audacity to try it. Yet, she still couldn't shake off the submissive state, and that kept her trapped, dancing to their tune.

'Welcome to my class, new girl. I am your teacher for the next hour, and expect you to pay attention, and pay me respect,' Andrea said.

Uncharacteristically, the girl was serious and sounded strict. She was no longer the happy go lucky young girl in class, so this didn't look good. The moment of power was bringing out unpleasant characteristics in her pupils, and she was the one to suffer. It didn't take long for her to be picked on.

'Sorry, ma'am,' she automatically said.

Whatever it was she had done, or hadn't done, she was to be punished for it. At least the girls were more inventive than the boys, who wanted to simply show off her body.

'Come and sit here, until you think of an answer,' Andrea said, sounding exasperated.

'Yes, ma'am,' she compliantly said.

Someone had brought in a seat from the nursery. On seeing it she silently groaned. Yet another kick at her authority, to stomp it into the ground. She lowered herself into the tiny chair, thinking this wasn't so bad. Trying to adjust the skirt for modesty did no good.

With her knees up almost under her chin, she was showing off her crotch. The humiliation and teasing had made her sex juices flow all morning. In the tiny seat, the panties were close under her nose, and were stinking of sex. She hoped none of her students found out, or they would have another excuse to punish her.

'Well done, girl. At last you've got something right. Straighten up your skirt, and go sit down,' Andrea told her.

The demeaning attitude shown her, reminded Mrs Watson of some teachers, maybe even her at times. She would never be so supercilious to one of her students ever again. It made her feel small and worthless, on top of her already undignified and degraded position.

Sitting next to the class bully, Jillian, was frightening. The girl was keenly waiting for the hour to arrive, when she could humiliate her teacher.

'It's been a pleasure teaching you,' Andrea smiled. 'I'll hand you over to the next designated teacher, for the last hour of school. So be a good little girl, and do as you are told, alright?'

'Yes, miss, thank you, miss, I'll be good little girl, miss,' Mrs Watson simpered, wondering if she had spread it a bit thick.

In dismay Mrs Watson watched Jillian take up position by the teachers desk. Damn it! It was Jillian, the class bully, who was now in charge of her.

The girls could tell their teacher was sexed up. The guys weren't aware of their teacher's state, only of their own arousal. Jillian was determined to take advantage of Mrs Watson, and the boys. What she really wanted was for them to line up behind the teacher, ready to fuck her one after another. She smiled wickedly at the teacher, knowing that fantasy wouldn't be possible.

She was gratified to see Mrs Watson flinch with fear. The woman knew she was in trouble.

'New girl, do as I say or receive a punishment, it is simple as that,' Jillian sternly stated.

'Yes, ma'am,' Mrs Watson humbly replied.

'I'm pleased you know your place, girl. Now fetch from my locker some bottles of coke, for the class. Reggie, you go with her, to make sure she behaves herself. Be quick!' Jillian encouraged.

Mrs Watson was soon back with the cold, large bottles. She cuddled them with both arms wrapped around them. She set them down on her desk, and Reginald gave her plastic cups, also from the locker.

'You can dish out the drinks for everyone,' Jillian smirked.

The rest of the class had already started laughing at their teacher. The cold bottles had an effect on her nipples, which were as prominent as Pinocchio's nose. At least they felt like it from the way her class was reacting. The girls too were laughing at her. The boys were leaning forward and making sucking noises at her.

It felt as though her nipples were being sucked by her entire class of teenagers. The humiliation was keeping her nipples stiff and hard. Her hands shook so much she spilt coke over the blouse, which made things worse. The thin white blouse became see-through, and the coke stuck the translucent material to her chest. This was no time to be wearing a quarter cup bra.

At last she had visited each of her pupils in turn, who wanted coke even if they weren't thirsty.

'Nice nipples, girl,' was one of the most decent comments.

At last she was finished and could sit down at her new desk. Before she reached it, Jillian called her over. She looked longingly at her desk, wondering if she would survive the ordeal to regain it.

'Come here, girl,' Jillian ordered. 'What's that smell? It's you, dirty girl. Lift up the skirt, come on, I haven't all day. Look at the state of your panties. You're a dirty little slut, what are you?' Jillian demanded.

As though it were a naughty fantasy, she replied, 'I'm a dirty little slut, miss.'

It wasn't a fantasy, she was humiliating herself before the whole class. They could see the stains of her sex juices on her panties, some of it wiped from Jillian's fingers. The wet patch in her crotch was evident, and smelt bad.

'I've got these spare, in case someone wets themselves. You didn't pee your panties, girl, did you. What have you done, girl? Come on tell the truth,' Jillian demanded.

Mrs Watson had to tell everyone what happened, or be punished. She would be spanked, or worse would follow if she didn't say what Jillian wanted to hear.

'I was aroused, miss. I've cum in my panties, miss,' she had to admit.

'Hold up your skirt, girl, while I change you,' Jillian told her.

It was devastating to say such a thing in front of her whole class. The guys were quietly watching her holding up the skirt, whereas the girls were sniggering at her.

Jillian pulled at her panties, tugging the sticky cotton down her legs. Mrs Watson wasn't expecting this! Her eyes opened wide in shock. Her shaved pussy was being shown off to everyone. The sooner the girl pulled up the clean panties the better. It was terribly humiliating to be changed in her own classroom, before her students, as though she were a kid.

'What's that? She's been shaved bare,' one of her students commented.

'It's a Brazilian,' one of the girls pointed out.

'She's got piercing rings in her lips,' another girl pointed, and laughed.

The clean panties are far too small, but the girl continues to struggle, while she holds the skirt up. Being shaken around, she's showing off her bare bottom, then her bare pussy. The guys are commenting on her cute ass, and what they'd like to stick in her pussy.

Knowing Jillian has set her up, grinds her will to resist down to nothing. Unable to get them on, means she will have to sit in class without panties, in the ridiculously short skirt. Mrs Watson slunk at her desk, expecting Jillian to tell her to sit up. Surprisingly nothing was said to her for the rest of the hour. Jillian had humiliated her, but not punished her as expected.

What tomorrow would bring she had no idea, and didn't want to think about it. She had survived one day of torture, and was grateful for that.