Teaching Her a Lesson Pt. 03

"Abbie, no."WHAT?! Are you INSANE?! wailed my libido. "Taylor's right. We have to stop."

"Taylor's right? Bullshit! Not like we can actually let her go now!" she whined.

And there was another way she was not going to be helping this discussion. "Tell you what, sweetie." Taylor groaned at my affectionate term of address for her sibling. "Why don't you go down and wait for me in my bedroom, OK? Let me deal with her, and when I'm done, I'll come down and we'll have ourselves some fun. OK?"

"But I wanna fuck younow," she whined, bouncing petulantly on my lap. If not for the dampened fabric separating us, those bounces would have granted her wish. "What kind of fantasy slut would I be if I make you wait? Haven't you already waited to fuck a hot little student cunt long enough?"

A persuasive argument, admittedly, but my mind had been made up. "I know. But one thing at a time, OK? Get yourself nice and ready for me, and I'll be down soon. It's just down that hall, last door on the right."

She looked where I pointed, frowning like I'd instructed her to march across the Sahara. Then her lips were on mine, tongue on mine, a firm hand clenching our faces together until at last she came up gasping. If I hadn't spent all afternoon jacking off to what now seemed a pathetic imitation of this in Taylor's video, I would have come in my pants from that kiss alone. I hadn't even realized she'd been chewing gum, but suddenly there it was in my mouth with its flavor of fading cinnamon and Abbie Stern.

"Fine. But don't keep me waiting." She stood up, glared at Taylor. "And you just quit being a bitch. God, I can't believe you won't even take your shirt off for him."

"Yeah, whatever you say, slut."

"Cunt."

"Easy cunt."

"Soon to be satisfied cunt!" Abbie taunted from the doorway to my bedroom. Then it closed, and I heaved a sigh of... relief? Frustration? I don't even know.

Taylor rolled her eyes. "So now that you've got my sister in your bed, juicing up in preparation for her hundredth performance of pretending to lose her virginity, what shall we discuss, hm? Any other fun plans for your weekend?"

I glanced down the hall. The door was indeed shut. Good. I made my way to the love seat and sat down next to Taylor. She'd only shuffled enough to barely let me squeeze in, so we were rather uncomfortably close. Whatever. Discomfort was going to be a big part of this, and for once, I was hardly even tempted to look down at those long legs and tightly encased boobs. Frankly, after Abbie's little burlesque show, a fully clothed girl seemed a laughably inadequate source of temptation.

"I'm not going to do it," I said in a low voice. "But she's obviously been messed up a little, and we can't have her getting in the way of you and I figuring this out. I'm truly, very sorry she did what she did to you. I never intended that. I'm sorry for whatI did to you. It was wrong."

"Damn right it was wrong."

I adjusted myself, eyeing the still-wet Serenex stain soaking into her shoulder mere inches away from me. Last thing I needed was to smear that on myself and have all three of us be compromised. "Now look. I really,really don't want to go to prison. You have to believe me when I say that when this all started out, I was trying to help you. I know I screwed up, but ask yourself this: if I'd really wanted things to go this way from the start, why wouldn't I have done anything about it on Monday?

"Aside from staring at my ass, you mean."

"Taylor, if staring at your ass was a crime, we'd have to lock up every man and boy at that school. It was inappropriate, yes. But remember when a week ago, you jumped on me, attacked me, clawed at my hand so hard it left scratches? Officer Barbour wanted to charge you. You could have gone toprison, Taylor." A major embellishment, but not by so much. A necessary rhetorical deviation from the truth.

"Prison? For trying to getmy property back?"

"That's assault, Taylor. And if you didn't leave me black and blue, you have to realize that being attacked like that in your place of work... that can be traumatizing." I saw I was losing her with this angle, probably rightly so, and shook my head. "Look, whatever. I'll concede I put you through worse than you did me, all right? You win the victimization contest. But I mean to say, you did something bad to me, and I helped you out of suffering the consequences for it. Even tried to do you a favor after by making sure you graduate. Now I'm asking for you to do the same. Throw me a bone here, Taylor."

"You turned my sister into your sugarbaby, and you think I'm going to roll over and let you get away with it?"

"First off, I'm not paying her anything, so I don't think 'sugarbaby' applies. Second, we're going to fix her. That's the other thing I need help with, figuring out how she got to be the way she is so we can get her back to right."

"That crazy bitch wasn't ever 'right,' but I guess if we can get her back tonormal... Maybe. I'm not saying I'll drop everything. But if I could, yeah, that's where we gotta start."

I smiled. "Good. So first off, we need to figure out how we did it. The chemical is only supposed to force someone to calm down, as I'm sure you know since... yeah. It's not supposed to do anything so severe as what happened to Abbie, though. Somehow, it affected the two of you differently. This afternoon I had both of you write the same message, you were both there in the classroom and heard me say the same things, yet-"

"Let me solve your little problem, professor. She drank the shit, and I just had it on my arm."

"I was going to suggest that, if you'd let me finish," I grumbled.

"Sure you were. I remembered the name, Serenex, and I googled it when we got home. Looked like it had worked on me like it was supposed to - like it is right now, you old prick. Shut down my resistance. But Abbie, shedrank the shit. I felt her tongue on my arm when you pushed her face into it. I got more on me, but I didn't get anyin me. It has to be the difference."

"I'm with you. But I didn't put anyin you Monday, and it still imprinted the things which I requested of you doing our meeting. It stopped you from telling anybody. Made you apologize. Even seemed to make you actually be a halfway decent student for the rest of the week. "

"Halfway? Fuck you, I behave myself in class." She stopped, eyes narrowing at realizing she'd parroted what I'd made her write. "Because you told me to. See, you said you put it on my chapstick. You didn't think smearing the poison on my lips might wind up making me swallow any, dumbass? Guess that's why you aren't teaching chemistry."

"I... why yes, that would explain it, actually. You were much more acquiescent Monday - that was why I thought trying the same method on you again this afternoon would work the same. But it must do something different when you swallow it. Instead of shutting down the brain's resistance to physical stimuli, it shut down its resistance to the mental as well. It let words and ideas push around the ideas already in your brain as easily as it let someone push you around physically."

"Sure, because neuroscience works on metaphors, Dr. English Teacher. But still, yeah. Whatever actually happened, that's gotta be the trick." Taylor stroked her chin pensively. "So, what, we make her drink the stuff, then tell her you're not her dream guy, she's not a slut..." Her lips twisted for a moment. "Notyour slut, anyway. She was kind of a slut already, but for once we've found a problem that isn't your fault."

"That sounds like it might work. And we're sure that's all there was to it? She was still pretty out of it when you took her home. Did you perhaps say anything else to her?"

"What, trying to make this my fault?"

It was my turn for an eye roll. "Hey,you're the one who made some oh-so-cutting rejoinder about you two being sex objects to me, if I recall."

"Fuck you, Canon. Anyway, no, she fell asleep in the car, and I just put her in bed and started figuring out how to get back at you. Then she woke up, I told her we needed to go to the hospital and why. That's when she went all psycho on me."

"And once again, I'm sorry. But good. At least we have a pretty good idea what we need to get out of there."

"Yeah, well, here's hoping shit comes out as easily as it got hammered in." She glanced at the stain on her shoulder. "Not sure we can get it out of a shirt, much less out of Abbie's brain."

"Maybe we have her write it two hundred times?" I'd meant it as a joke, but maybe it shouldn't be. "And for you, in the spirit of full restitution... I suppose we could try ending the compulsion to behave the way I want you to in class and let you go back to being your usual delightful self."

"I'll pass," she responded immediately. "No offense, but I'd rather spend the next few weeks earning a nice Pleasure to Have In Class next to my A - and you bet your ass I'm getting an A - than have you fuck around with my head again."

I nodded. "Fair enough, Taylor."

There was a soft thud from the direction of the bedroom. Perhaps Abbie's masturbating had gotten over-vigorous in her impatience for me to arrive and relieve her. Taylor wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, I'm never using chapstick again."

"Once we're done with Abbie, we'll pour the rest of that crap into a hole in the ground and be done with it. Never again."

She pivoted to face me, adjusting to sit cross-legged. The girl really did have a gift for finding ways to reveal her underwear. "Yeah? And how do we know you didn't buy more of it?"

"Well for one, that one canister cost me almost ten grand, so no, I didn't buy in bulk. And for two, if you think I want to put myself in this position ever again, you're nowhere near as smart as I think you are."

The compliment, however veiled, brought a thin smile to her lips.So maybe there is a merciful god watching over me if I really can talk my way out of this quagmire. There could be no guarantee that Taylor wouldn't change her mind, but right then, I'd have much rather finally done the right thing and take a risk than keep doing the wrong thing and keep hurting people.

She nudged me - though very gently - with her elbow. "Flattery ain't getting these clothes off again, Mr. C. Now come on, let's go get the shit ."

"Oh, you meanthis shit?"

Taylor and I turned as one. Standing there in the doorway to the kitchen and still wearing nothing but her panties, was Abbie. In her outstretched hand, being waved tauntingly at the two of us, was the Serenex. There was a cold look on her face, colder than the night air that had hardened her bare nipples to dagger points.

"Abbie? How-"

"I heard everything you fuckers were saying out here. Your shitty little plan. So I hopped out the window and came around through the garage. Did you really think I was just gonna sit back and fuck with my head like I'm some playdough playmate or some shit?"

Taylor snorted. "You did this afternoon."

Her head bobbed defiantly, a caricature of sassy teenage girls everywhere. "Says you. But I ain't never let somebody come along and try to change me, and I sure as shit ain't about to now. I'm the queen of this muthafuckin' castle, and you weak bitches ain't shit." She brandished the canister, aiming it directly at the two of us.

I thought I recognized some of her self-aggrandizing ranting from the captions on her pictures, especially the fully clothed but nevertheless highly sexualized ones that I suspected she shared on instagram and the like.Don't hate 'cause you ain't,im hype 4 the human race, nonsense like that. In fact, I even recalled one that had read something likeyou can't try to make me a copy of you because I'm the original. It had been set, seemingly without intended irony, around a very original shot of her making a duck face and flashing a sideways peace sign in her bathroom mirror with a filter that put cartoon deer antlers on her forehead. An arrangement which I was pretty sure had at one time represented half of all posts on instagram.

My snide judgments, however, weren't going to have any effect in getting out of this without being sprayed by her, and who knows what might happen then. She really might try to do something terrible to Taylor. Trying not to imagine that gruesome fate, I slowly stood. "Abbie, come on. Let's put that down and talk. All right? Just talk."

"Like you talked to Satan's little helper over there? Yeah, that went great. Some talker you are, Mr. Canon."

"It did go well, actually." Taylor nodded along, though it was obvious she didn't - couldn't - share the full extent of my dread.

But Abbie looked entirely unconvinced, and if anything, her sister's agreement with me seemed to make her grow more suspicious. I tried a new tactic. "Abbie, it's me. Mr. Canon. You know I wouldn't do anything inappropriate, right?"

Her arm lowered, but only a hair. "Right..."

"Good, that's good. You're my, um, good little fantasy slut." Mercifully, Taylor neither laughed nor harangued my attempt at empathizing with the addled girl. "See, so you can trust me. We're not going to change you. We're going toun-change you. "

"But... I don't feel any different..." The younger Stern frowned, her eyes darting side to side. I was so nervous I could hardly notice her state of undress.

Taylor wisely sensed that her interference would only make things worse, and let me keep going. Cautiously, trying desperately to be as non-threatening as possible, I shuffled toward her in tiny, halting steps. "But you are. That stuff did some things to you, changed the way you think, and we - I - only want to make you yourself again. Make you right, the way you're supposed to be."

The arm lowered further. If she depressed the trigger now, it would hit me in the feet, if that. "So... you're saying... I'm not right right now?"

"You're not," I said, inching closer. I could reach it now, but I didn't want to make a sudden movement and alarm her. Reason was prevailing. "But I'll help you. I'll fix you."

"You'll fix me...?"

I smiled. "That's right. Just give me the canister, Abbie, and I'll fix you."

She looked down at it, resolve crumbling. Thank god. If she'd used that shit, who knew what-

"Psych!" The stream hit me square in the forehead. I stumbled backward in surprise and alarm, swiping at it, but by then it was all over my face. Before I knew it I'd fallen backwards next to Taylor ("hey, watch it lard-ass!") and...

and...

Well, crud. This is probably bad.

Abbie stood over the two of us, towering even with her slight stature and lack of footwear. She seemed a giant. Implacable. I knew, both intellectually and in my very soul, that there was nothing I could do to stop her. I tried to command myself to stand up.Just get up, take the canister, spray her back. I almost laughed.And while you're at it, scale Everest, then flap your arms and fly your way back home. My arms and legs couldn't be bothered to move, couldn't be convinced they were in danger.

Beside me, Taylor shook her head at my plight. "Nice going, Mr. Canon. Way to flex on her."

"You know, Taylor? Just... shut up. For once in your miserable life, shut the ever-loving fuck all the way up." That felt good to say. Man, I disliked that girl.

"Both of you shut up," Abbie snapped. "God, if we were half this annoying, you should have slapped us right in our fucking mouths, Mr. C."

I chose to ignore the threat. Well, notchoose so much ascouldn't oppose, and notignore so much asaccept that she could do whatever she wanted to me. I should be panicking. Instead, I sighed the way I often did when a student was misbehaving. It was no doubt a sound Taylor knew well.

Abbie continued. "You know, that might have actually been hot. I had a huge crush on Mr. Kirzinger sophomore year. All kinds of crazy hot schoolgirl fantasies. I was super looking forward to acting them out with you, but then you have to go and wreck everything by conspiring with my bitch sister." She grabbed Taylor's wrist and pulled her off of the sofa; the girl landed on my living room floor with an indignant grunt. Then Abbie was on me once again, straddling my thigh, her pussy every bit as hot and as wet as it had been earlier.

If she decided to take my pants off and get to it, there was nothing I could do to stop her. Which was a pretty convenient excuse, considering how badly part of me wished for that very thing.

"Abbie, you're not like this. Think! You didn't want any of this before, did you? It's that stuff in your hand! It turned you into something you never wanted to be."

"We're all changing, Mr. Canon. But I actuallylike who I am." The sentiment felt laughable, a holdover from this morning when she was just an insanely hot teenage girl with the accompanying goddess complex. Either Abbie wasn't given to self-reflection, or the chemical reaction simply didn't let her reject it despite it being nonsensical. Probably both.

Time to make one last ditch effort with my silver tongue. It had nearly talked Taylor into letting me off the hook; it might be able to work on her little sister, too. "All right, Abbie. That's a good thing. You should like yourself. I like you too. But can we maybe talk about this? I still want to help you."

"No, you said you were gonna 'fix' me. But you can't fix what ain't broke." She took my hands in hers. It was almost romantic for a moment, until she moved them around to rest on her ass. Fuck. It was so soft, so inviting. It flexed and relaxed as she slowly humped herself against me.

"Do I really need to be here for this?" asked Taylor, still on the floor behind Abbie.

"You are such a fucking prude, Tay. It's Mr. Canon. Like he'd ever do anything inappropriate towards us." She leaned closer, kissed me hard. I kept the gum this time, though. "But maybe you would if I asked real nice, huh?"

"Fuck him if you got to, Abbie, but for the love of god, at least let me leave the room first."

Abbie looked back at Taylor's petulant protests. "But if I let you leave, how is he going to be able to plaster your bitch face with his cum?"

My fingers sank into her ass like a hot scoop in a bucket of ice cream. I only realized after that I'd been trying to pull her onto my cock, willing our clothes out of the way so I could get on with it. But that kind of force wasn't in me right then. A little squeeze was all I could muster. For the moment. Nevertheless, my blood was roaring in my ears so loud I barely heard Taylor's indignant reply.

Not that she needed to. I wouldn't come on Taylor's face. Only in my fantasies.

Or if Abbie made me. Which she could.

"You like that, did you?" Abbie grinned, rubbing her nose on mine. "Yeah, well, get used to it. Your little fantasy sluts are here, and we ain't going nowhere. Maybe it sounds cheesy, but... fuck, I feel so lucky you did to me like you did."

With a surprisingly minute amount of squirming. she eased out of her panties. "Just tell me how you want it, Mr. C. Tell me your fantasy. I'll do it. Be it. Whatever you want. Just tell me. I bet a man like you has a hundred fantasies about a slut like me. Just pick one."

My eyes closed, searching for...

You're in detention with me. It's just the two of us. You're complaining about how you want to go home so you can go on a date with your boyfriend, and you offer to let me punish you the old-fashioned way, just to get it over with.

No, not that. Maybe for...

It's a rainy afternoon as I'm driving out of the lot. As I pull up to the stop sign on Elm, I see you walking, your clothes drenched and clingy. You approach my car and plead with me for a ride; it's against the rules, but I can't say no. As you settle into the back seat, you start changing out of those soggy clothes, and when you see me watching in the rear view mirror, you ask if I mind if you ride with me for a while, dry off. You'd be happy to wait at my place, if I want.