Student & Teacher - Copied

[hirarandi]

Jessie walked from the staff room feeling confident. The teachers tried to make her nervous about the new class she was to teach but it didn't cut any ice with her. At every school she had been assigned to, the teachers had tried to put her and the other student teachers off. 

She had an advantage this time. A fellow student teacher had been there last week and gave her the low-down on the class, so she knew this would be an easy week. Everyone was eighteen and just waiting to finish the term in two weeks. Her friend said they would all settle down even without her presence. She was just there while they revised and so she might not even have to teach. "This is going to be a piece of cake," she laughed. 

She sat at the head of an empty classroom refreshing her memory over school rules and the time table while waiting for them to arrive.

The first student rolled in chewing gum and sat down looking bored. Jessie smiled then buried her head in a notebook revising for her own exams. She needed just this week and one exam to pass the course. Following that was the onerous task of finding a teaching post. 

As they filed in it was obvious her friend was right. They were quiet and seemed ready, if not eager, to get on with studying for they only had a few weeks to go and just needed to stay out of trouble. 

The low buzz of conversation was silenced by Jessie clearing her throat and calling for attention. "As I understand it you all have assigned work. You're not going to classes but will remain here all day; is that right? I'll be here if you need help," she said with a smile. She looked around the classroom seeing a bored, 'can't wait for end of term', bunch of students. 

The guys had already checked her out and liked what they saw. She was a petite five-foot-five with a perfect hour glass figure. Most of the girls were taller but they didn't have her curvaceous body, except Melisa but she didn't count. Anyone could see Melisa's large breasts for a joint or a ride home.

"OK. If you need me for anything just let me know," she said. The young guys murmured indecent proposals to that statement but she pretended not to hear. Her face reddened a little and she wondered what she might do if they became too obvious with such rude remarks. She hated confrontation and would do anything to avoid it. Thankfully she had been right to ignore them as everyone quickly settled down. 

In the last school a rather large football player had made an obvious pass at her in front of the whole class. There was an awkward moment of silence and she felt everyone looking at her expectantly. She made a mime of receiving the ball and turning it into a joke. The young guy gave her a big smile and the rest of the class went along with it. They too settled down, as she had evidently won them around, even though they had to sit through a particularly boring lesson.

It was well before lunch when the class became agitated but she couldn't see what was happening. It might have been a note circulating or some gossip designed to antagonise one of them. Whatever it was she needed to nip it in the bud before they got out of hand for they were obviously bored and in need of a distraction. 

She stood up and asked for their attention. "Has anyone practised interview techniques, for university or work placements?" she asked.

"That might be something useful to do as a break from studying. My guess is you need one," she said. When they laughed politely she was pleased with the reaction. 

"Who wants to role play in front of the class? Any budding actors or actresses?" she asked. Having the students squirming from the idea of performing put them onto the wrong foot and defused the earlier rising agitation. She again felt confidently in-charge of the class.

A volunteer put her hand up. "OK, Jenny, I'll interview you for a college placement," she told the girl. In front of the class she interviewed her but despite being in the drama group Jenny didn't do too well. "Not bad but you need to remember they don't know you and may be tired and bored from interviewing other applicants," she said, to the whole class, not just her.

"Why don't you interview me and I'll show you what I mean," she said, trying to be helpful.

Jessie stood at the door waiting for Jenny to prepare herself. The girl smiled nervously at her so she walked across the front of the class and sat at one of the desks. 

"Its not right miss you don't look like a student, you're even too well dressed for a teacher," she complained. "You need to get into the role," the young, would be actress, explained. 

The others joined in playfully teasing her. She was wearing a smart business suit with high heels and had done so since starting the training course. Her smooth complexion and long hair left her looking too young to be a teacher, even a student teacher, so she dressed older, maybe too frumpy.

"OK! OK! Quiet, I give in," she laughed. At least they seemed keen to join in this lesson. She had always worried about controlling a class, for she was more of a follower than a leader, yet the last few weeks had passed without mishap. It seemed she would pass the test with full marks when the teaching examiner decided to turn up. 

Jessie slipped off the jacket to hang it on the back of a chair. Slipping out of the high heels was a relief. She hated them but needed the extra few inches of height. She slipped a hand into her hair to loosen it a bit but it fell down over a shoulder. Meaning to pull it back under control the class convinced her to leave it and to pull the pins out all together. 

"That's nice miss you should wear it like that all the time," Melisa told her. "Here, let me help. If you want to be a student you shouldn't be so formal, we aren't in the army you know," the large young woman cajoled Jessie.

A few in the class groaned wondering what the girl was going to do knowing Melisa had little sense of propriety. Her heart was in the right place but she had been looking after her family for some years, since her mother died. It meant she tended to mother everyone, not always in a way expected or welcomed. 

"You show her Mel," some of the students remarked, in way of encouragement. They all thought the last person to show anyone how to dress was Melisa. The girl was good natured but known for her outlandish dress styles. It looked like being fun so they coaxed the teacher into going along with it.

Melisa was a tough character used to dressing the youngsters in her family and was putting that experience to good use now. Before the teacher could recover from the first assault another adjustment was made to her clothing. As expected Melisa had unbuttoned the blouse a couple of notches, for her own ample cleavage was always on display.

Before the poor teacher could pull the top back together the young dresser had hoisted up her skirt. She tried to pull it down but Melisa had it gripped in a fist while she rolled the waist band up at the back. It was rolled thick and impossible to unwrap from under the tightened belt. 

Her long jet black hair was loose and floated over her shoulders as Melisa pulled her around like one of her siblings. It looked as though she was being shaken up like a cocktail. She had lost the thick rimmed specs so it was difficult to focus. The class showed its approval with murmurs of encouragement. Not all of them decent suggestions.

Of most concern was the short skirt as it was way above the knees showing too much thigh. The girls may wear them short but she was no longer a young student. Her bra was on show but she hadn't noticed it while nervously pulling at the blouse and skirt.

"Thanks Melisa but it's not a play just a short act," she said, trying to disguise the discomfort by sounding amused. She stood before them feeling very uneasy. She wondered if this was a breach of discipline to lose marks over. She had better get herself straight before the examiner walked in. 

Jessie tried to pull the skirt down only the waist band was rolled up tight under the belt which had been tightened a couple of notches. "You had better loosen the skirt, it's too short," she told the girl. The guys voiced their approval but she ignored them. The girls added their opinion too but she thought they were being patronising. 

Melisa walked off to sit back down at her desk obviously not going to help. She looked at Jenny smiling up at her from the other side of the desk. The young woman had pinned up her hair and donned Jessie's jacket and glasses ready for another interview. The little madam had her high heels on too!

Jessie clenched her fists in frustration and sat down to at least hide her legs for a moment. 

As though it were a cue Jenny asked her a question and Jessie wondered if she should just carry on with the role play. It would soon be lunch time so probably too late to expect the teaching assessor. She shrugged her shoulders and leant her head to one side in what she thought was a typical girly pose. "I guess so," she replied, purposely being obtuse. 

Her tone of voice mimicked a dumb teenager. She had decided to play along with them and show how not to be interviewed. She concentrated on playing at being an eighteen year old girl, which wasn't too difficult, as she had seen far too many of those strange beings recently

Jessie was twenty-eight and thought of herself as a mature professional woman. After having so much pressure and responsibility recently it was fun sidestepping the questions while playing at being a bored insolent teen.

She pulled her hair away from her face to look at Jenny for something had changed. The questioning had suddenly altered in character to become an interrogation. Jenny had a sharp tone to her voice and deepened it to sound more authoritative. 

"Sorry, Miss, what did you say?" Jessie asked, continuing in the little girly voice. It was more than just the question she had missed, the atmosphere had changed, and everyone was looking tense. 

"This drawing is obviously your art work, is it not?" Jenny asked.

Jessie looked at the piece of paper with a blank expression. It was an exceptionally fine drawing of a woman in sexy underwear provocatively posed before a blackboard. The lewd suggestions scribbled around it were from different pens. 

So this was the note being passed around class, raising the noise level earlier. A look of recognition passed across her face as she realised what had happened. She nodded her head in recognition of the solved mystery.

Why was Jenny showing her this rude picture that was obviously meant to be her? She looked at Jenny with a confused look returning to her features. 

"You recognise it then. This note was passed around the class disrupting everyone around you. I won't tolerate disruption of others who are here to work. Say what you like about me but keep it outside the classroom, understood, young lady?" Jenny said with serious undertones. 

The heavy tone confused Jessie as this wasn't a part of the interview scenario they had discussed. "No! I didn't do that, what are you talking about?" Jessie flustered, not wanting to join in this new game. One moment she was day dreaming, shrugging her shoulders in a vague answer to questions and the next minute she was being accused of disrupting the class.

For a moment she felt as though this was her high school and she was about to be sent to the principle. She shook her head to clear the nonsensical situation. Before she could put a stop to this new role play Jenny spoke up loudly addressing someone behind her. 

"Mister Chapman, how were students punished when you started out? "Jenny asked, with an obvious smile on her lips, which bordered on becoming a smirk. 

Jessie looked round to the back of the class. She dropped her face in the long dark hair almost gasping out loud. This must be the teaching examiner and of all things he was marking her ability to enforce discipline in class. She sat at the desk in trepidation wondering what to say to explain away this stupid situation.

How long had he been there listening to their role play? Damn! She had been playing at being a student too well and the way she was dressed must be a breach of discipline too. If she could have pulled down her skirt as she stood up and the assessment had been for class participation it might have been explainable. 

She took a deep breath, that sounded more like a sigh of resignation, readying herself to stand up to face the demolition of her career. 

He had the miserable sketch in his hand studying the drawing showing amusement rather than annoyance. Perhaps she might appeal to his sense of humour. Thinking of her friends notes she remembered the comment on his lack of humour and there was something else too that she couldn't quite remember. 

Her legs shook too much to stand. Jessie looked up at him ready to confess to anything just to get the awful moment over with.

"In my time a student would be caned. Not acceptable now but then discipline has suffered as a consequence," he stated firmly. 

"I agree Mister Chapman. What do you have to say to that young lady," her student asked. Jenny leaned forward to whisper. "Keep quiet and I'll get you out of this otherwise you'll lose your career," Jenny told her.

She couldn't play along with this it just wouldn't work, anyway it was wrong. "I'm not." She started to say she wasn't a student but was cut off. 

"I know you regret it so say no more," the student told her. Jenny patted her teachers head meaning it to be condescending as a way of showing superiority. Her teacher was about to rebel so she deftly palmed her chin. The grip was tight preventing the teacher from speaking. 

Pulling up her teachers face enabled her to look down at the woman from a position of superiority. Jenny brought to mind a part in a play to add authority to her voice and apply pressure on her teacher. 

"You're a fine artist and I understand the artistic temperament courts controversy. You need to pass your last exam, so don't cause trouble in my class, understood?" Jenny demanded of her teacher. She was alluding to the teaching exam and by the look on her face Jessie caught on.

Jessie tried once more to denounce the girl only the words slithered out meaninglessly. It must have been a mental block preventing her from declaring her position before this powerful man after being humiliated. At her age she was dressed like a slut and had obviously lost control of the class. Whatever Jenny had in mind she would have to go along with, it was her only chance for redemption.

"Sorry miss, yes miss, thank you miss," she said. Feeling it was a complete capitulation Jessie slumped into the seat hiding somewhat behind the desk and her long hair. She felt as though she might sob as if in a private world hidden away behind the long dark hair.

Jenny and Mister Chapman stood by the teacher's desk chatting. Jessie squirmed in a student's seat irritated at having her authority stolen from her by a young girl. It was too late now to stand up and declare she was the teacher, she would look a fool. She felt more than foolish for she had been downright stupid. 

The situation was intolerable. She should be standing there with the examiner discussing her future; instead this eighteen year old student had usurped her place. She felt as though all the power and authority as a teacher had just slipped through her fingers. 

Sitting there as a student pushed her back to high school days leaving her feeling small and insignificant. She was a child wishing to be recognised by the teacher and a powerful imposing man. To escape the dreadful feeling of helplessness she was willing to raise her hand for permission to be excused. 

Everyone around her knew what had happened and it had placed her further in that girl's power. She tried to remind herself she was an adult and a mature responsible woman, not a young irresponsible student. She managed to gain enough self-confidence to put her hand up.

After all, the student teachers put their hands up in class, though not to leave the room. It was obvious she was being ignored. She needed to get out of this class and pull her clothes back together, for she dare not do it in front of him, in case he took a closer look at her. Besides the practical issue, it had to be admitted, there was a need to run away and hide from them all.

The students could see she was being ignored and were enjoying her predicament. At last Jenny took notice. She had to for the students were starting to giggle at the sight of a teacher sitting with her hand up waiting for permission to speak. 

Jessie was visibly relieved to at last escape the dreadful tension. It was dreadfully humbling but she had to do it. "Please miss, may I go to the bathroom," she asked. Hearing her trembling voice asking the young girl for permission to use the bathroom was dreadful.

"Not now young lady, you will have to wait, class will break up soon for lunch," Jenny interrupted. Her voice was hard and she meant what she said. 

The rest of the class understood the message as clearly as Jessie did. She was being firmly put in her place while Mister Chapman looked on. He nodded with approval at Jenny's show of discipline. 

They watched in silence their teacher reluctantly lowering her hand, looking as though her whole body was collapsing with it. The mood of amusement changed to derision for their teacher as she clearly submitted to Jenny's new found supremacy. At the same time they were delighted with their fellow students rise to power, looking up to her with admiration.

If Jessie got up and stormed out now she might be stopped by Mister Chapman. She would be recognised as being too old to be a student and the sorry situation would emerge. She would be thrown off the course and more crushing still, she would be laughed off the course.

She tried to calm down while carefully watching them with the terrible thought that her future career was in this young girls hands. She wished she could hear what they were saying.

"It is refreshing too find a teacher that believes in discipline," he said. 

"Oh yes! My father was a strong disciplinarian, Mister Chapman," she lied. 

When he walked in the door he had nodded, mistaking her for the teacher. It was then she switched into teacher mode. Easy to do when you've spent the last too many years listening to the same old hackneyed sayings they trot out. She was sure he wouldn't recognise her as a student and she was right.

"Call me Bernard if you like," he said.

The old devil was flirting with her! She blushed but then realised he had seen the teachers records and thought she was nearly thirty. Jenny looked across at her teacher and marvelled at how young she looked. Especially since she caved in, her whole body language had changed. 

"Oh no, I couldn't. My father taught me to show all men respect. He taught me to be a respectful woman, sir," she said, as sincerely as she could without laughing. The whole class knew what he was like with student teachers, not that he ever got anywhere with them. Jenny was determined to make trouble for him and perhaps at the same time gain some points for Jessie.

"I just remembered something I found in the back of the cupboard. I am sure it would amuse you, perhaps bring back memories," she smiled. Jenny was good at presenting winning smiles to adults. The old teacher fell for the respectful demeanour and was ready to follow her anywhere.

In the store cupboard she bent under a low shelf with less modesty than usual. "It's here somewhere, do you mind waiting while I find it?" she innocently asked. 

She and two others knew exactly where it was for they had been tasked with clearing the cupboard a few weeks ago. It had been amusing finding it in the dust and they had played at being teacher and students. 

[hirarandi]

Graham pretended to cane Paula and she had squealed, playing at being frightened. The act had been exciting and Jenny had thought about it a lot since then. Last time Graham made love to her he had playfully caught her in a net and for some reason she couldn't fathom, it turned into a wild session. Some of that feeling had returned watching him cane Paula.

Mister Chapman looked at her bottom in the tight skirt swaying back and forth, only just able to keep his hands away from the tight buns. "I have time my dear, don't worry," he said, after clearing a dry throat. 

If he touched her she could scream trouble or better still threaten trouble, only he wasn't playing the game. She would have to up the stakes. 

"I thought so, its back here," she said in triumph. On hands and knees she crawled out from under the shelf. Looking up at him with large innocent eyes she presented him with an old fashioned cane. 

At first he was disappointed she had stopped wiggling her tight ass in front of him. When she turned around, on her hands and knees, her face was level with his crotch. He wondered if she could smell him but the thought flew from his mind when she squatted on her haunches to present him with a cane. The little innocent look combined with the presentation of a potent symbol of discipline shook him.

For a moment every thought flew from his mind, leaving a completely blank expression on his face. The look on hers was of perfect innocence. She didn't look anywhere near thirty, rather she looked like a young student. But then again they all did these days.

"Please sir, please don't thrash you're girl too hard," she said, with a pathos that tugged at his heart, raising his blood pressure dangerously. His cock had hardened in his pants from watching her ass wriggling around. With her ass in that short skirt just inches from his hard cock he could have just leaned forward. He hadn't had time to try and deflate it before she was on her knees before him in this despicably tempting pose.

"Did you cane your daughter, sir," she asked.

"Err, I didn't have any children," he said, with a look of confusion on his face. He was sweating from her closeness to his erection. She seemed so wonderful it felt as though she were too good for him. He felt old and tired and way too jaded for her.

"You probably think I'm such a fool but nostalgia is such a powerful emotion. Do you mind pretending to thrash me?" she asked. "Like my father used to," she added.

Fear of entrapment flashed through his mind and he turned to look over his shoulder at the door. It was closed though he didn't remember pulling it shut. He looked at her and saw a look of disappointment engulf her face.

Jenny had worked hard in the theatre group and knew how to generate all sorts of expressions. Though tripping over props was her down fall, literally. This time all she had to do was simply get up and bend-over a stack of boxes. If this didn't tempt him then nothing would.

"Sorry sir. I guess it's a silly thing to ask," she said, over her shoulder. "It just reminds me of my father," she sighed forlornly.

Thinking of her father brought genuine tears to her eyes. He had never ever laid a hand on her but had died when she was so very young. She knew such thoughts would bring on the tears. She wondered who said, 'you need genuineness and if you can fake that you have a career'.

"I guess I can oblige my dear," he said in a small voice. There was only so much a man can take before his mind gave way to his penis. The blood rushed to his thinking tackle to produce an enormous hard on. 

He flexed the cane and tapped it against the short skirt. 

"Its no good, it has to be done properly to mean anything. Do you mind? I would be very grateful," she asked quietly. 

Not daring to understand what she meant he whispered just one word, "Yes."

She reached behind and pulled up the hem to show off her panties. In a moment of madness she pulled her panties down, where they caught around her knees. She pressed the white cotton tight as though holding onto them protected her in some way or made it less shameful.

Jenny froze in shock at what she had done. She heard a swish of the cane. She had only meant to show the damn cane to him. This was going too far! She had enjoyed toying with the self important little prick but this was too much. She had talked her way into it without a clue as to where it might end.

A soft muted sound was immediately followed by a stinging pain on the cheeks of her ass. A genuine sob slipped from between her lips. She held her cheeks so very tight, as though preventing a fart escaping in front of a bishop. The pain was secondary to the humiliating thought that she was eighteen and being caned. She bit her lip not daring to yell out loud with her classmates so close.

She would never ever be able to face them if this dire act were discovered. It had meant to be a naughty tease while pretending to be the trainee teacher, yet it had ended up becoming her nemesis. It was awful and she had lost control for he was taking the lead now.

He completed five hard whacks upon the soft flesh of her bottom. In a surprised voice he said. "You're wet! It turned you on!" 

The surprise in his voice was nothing to how the disclosure shocked her. He was right and there was no way to deny it for he could see it all. She had shamefully spread her legs under the impact of that awful cane. A slight sting to her lips meant he had caught her there too.

She trembled a little with one leg obviously shaking. She could feel the heat emanating from her little hole with lips swollen and parted to reveal it as an offering. 'No!' she cried out silently. 'Not now, not with this old man,' she wailed silently, knowing full well she couldn't fight him and her body. If he wanted to take her she was ready but not willing. 

She was no virgin but she had decided that next time it would be with someone special. This was pure animal lust, like before. She knew what would happen if he decided to take her while she was worked up so much. She was helpless to stop him. He was a man and thought she was a mature adult teacher so why wouldn't he just help himself to an open hole.

She felt a pair of hands tightly grip her hips. Like last time with Graham, she thought of herself as just a hole needing filling. She was desperate to be filled and to feel complete. She had been reduced to such a state of need there was nothing she could do to resist him. She could say nothing either. 

Her bottom was an enticing silky smooth, hard and round, enticingly pushed put at him. His cock was sticking up against his belly, feeling as big as an arm, throbbing with energy. He pressed it forward but she was too low. He hefted her up by the hips and again pressed forward only to find her asshole. 

Jenny suppressed a squeal of fear. She felt a hardness press against her virgin ass and nearly fainted. Her morality had flown off with her self-esteem but this was so much more devastating it must be resisted. About to cry out, she held back as his cock moved on. 

He nearly dropped her when losing the grip on her hips.

It had been an accident but he was tempted to try again then realised there was no way he could make it happen. The little puckered brown hole was clamped tight shut. With all his strength he hefted her hips sliding her pussy lips up the length of his cock. There was little room in the cupboard and he dare not make any noise. 

The restrained slow movement was delicious, feeling the head of his cock pressing against her wet lips, sliding over them until it perched against her hole. He couldn't hold her much longer as his arms shook with the strain of holding her weight. 

She felt his cock slide between her lips over her welcoming hole. A smile lit her lips as well as her mouth. She was grinning at both ends. Was he teasing her, she couldn't wait much longer, she needed it badly. She moaned to be filled and wanted to tell him to fuck her but was too afraid. 

The head of his cock rested at the mouth of her hole and she desperately wanted to swallow it. All of it, now! She thought she had demanded for him to thrust it all in, hard and viciously. Instead just a slight moan slipped from her mouth.

He nearly dropped her again. His arms nearly gave way but she slipped onto his cock a slid down the length of it. The slide stopped abruptly when her pussy lips kissed his pubes. The tightness of her grip was enough for instinct to power his arms. He began to pump her up and down the length of his cock with a firm grip to her ass.

Jenny desperately bit her lip not daring to utter a sound as he slammed into her. Each upward stroke was slow and deliberate with maximum sensations teasing her. The downward stroke hit her like a runaway train. She knew pain was about to hit her insides, but didn't care. 

She wanted to cry out, 'hurt me, hurt me," but managed to keep her mouth clamped tight. The orgasm hit unexpectedly. It didn't creep upon her like last time but hit full in the stomach. A spinning top of sensations swirled outward out of control to the tips of fingers and toes. 

He let her down for her feet to do a little involuntary jig on the hard floor. When he was sure she could stand he lowered her further but she collapsed in a heap on the floor at his feet. He quickly pulled himself together and pulled her up off the floor.

She didn't hear what he said but pulled the jacket back on and rearranged the skirt. He helped her smooth her hair back down and she straightened his tie. Not a word was said.

For a moment she wanted to speak up from embarrassment and tell him she had never done this before. She genuinely didn't know what had come over her. She felt dirty and spoiled. It wasn't his fault for she had pulled him into something she didn't understand yet. Some kind of animal lust had taken her over.

He gripped her shoulders obviously struggling to say something. She didn't want to hear it whatever it was. Something she had seen somewhere caught a hold of her. She kissed her finger tips and pressed them against his lips.

He seemed to understand the gesture and turned to the door. He lifted his shoulders in a gesture of defiance and confidence. Turning the handle he pushed the door wide to face the world. 

There was no hiss of disapproval, rather they were quietly ignored. Everyone seemed to be engrossed in their work.

****

As soon as the two of them disappeared into the cupboard Graham grabbed a hold of Jessie. He was a big tough football player yet clever too. "Play along with the game plan Miss or Jenny will be expelled. That would be bad after all the hard work she's put in," Graham reasoned. The heavy expression on his face made it plain he meant to avoid that problem.

"What does she think she's doing?" Jessie complained.

"Saving your ass, Miss, with respect," another of Jenny's friends pointed out. 

Jessie couldn't counter that. If she had reacted more quickly she might have recovered without this dangerous game.

"He's real hot on discipline and morals in class and would fail you if he found out. Goodbye career, just kiss it goodbye," Graham warned her, with a kiss of his fingers and an imaginary flight.

"So I have to pretend to be her while he's here," she stated, with an exaggerated sigh.

"Yea, she's the teacher, you're the pupil. OK?" he asked. He was leaning over her using a football domination method his coach had taught him. He thought it was working for she did seem resigned to the idea. 

"OK. I have no choice," she stated.

The others had been listening intently. While some were amused at the idea, others were concerned for their friend. The atmosphere relaxed and the buzz of conversation heightened again as they discussed what might happen next. Would they get away with it? 

The word quickly spread around the classroom; they were to be on their best behaviour and must help Jenny win out over the authorities. For once everyone was in on the game, for different reasons, but all wanted it to work. They pretended to concentrate on their books but stole looks at the new teacher. It was an unusual experience seeing a teacher sitting in class like a fellow student. 

She looked very subdued and sorry for herself. It was surprising how the self-assured woman of earlier had been replaced by a nervous looking teen. The way she was dressed and that she looked so reticent adults might not look at her too closely. She just might get away with it. 

Some crossed their fingers, anxious for Jenny not to be found out while others wondered if they could take advantage of the teacher now she was stripped of power. 

What an opportunity, Ben was thinking. The regular teacher had almost expelled him for a prank gone wrong and he liked the idea of getting even. This teacher wasn't the one that gave him such a hard time but she would do.

Paula couldn't help staring at the woman only looking away in case Graham caught her. Everything had to look normal and relaxed he had warned them. Everyone knew he had a thing for Jenny so he would jump on anyone who threatened her silly game. 

The way Melisa had pulled the teacher around made her shiver in delight. The way her skirt was pulled up and top loosened, even her hair was let down, it was so delicious. Melisa had no idea about fashion but the way she had re-styled the teacher was a big turn on.

Paula would never admit to anyone in class that she played with dolls. At eighteen they would laugh and poke fun at her. She loved to dress them up in daring outfits, in clothes she dare not wear herself. Micro mini skirts, tight hot pants, skimpy little tops, and big hair were her favourites. 

Watching a full grown real woman being transformed like one of her dolls burnt a desire into her mind. This teacher had lost all authority and power over them, so in a way, she was no longer an adult and she wasn't one of them. Paula stole a glance at her sitting there like a big vulnerable doll. If only she could somehow find a way, she would dress her up like one of her little dolls. 

Paula glanced across at their teacher imagining her complaining about the tiny impish outfit she was expected to wear. 'Please don't make me wear this mommy!' she could almost hear her complain and it gave her a ripple of pleasure. She would scold her and remind her she was nothing now. She was just a doll to dress up and play with. She would tell her to do as she was told and to hurry up or receive a spanking.

****

When the store cupboard opened everyone pretended to be busy, looking down at their work avoiding looking at Jenny. 

Jessie had Jenny's books in front of her but of course she couldn't possibly concentrate on anything but those two. Jessie almost gasped out loud only just managing to cover her mouth with a hand. One quick look at Jenny told her so much. The young girl had been taken advantage of!

The old letch had smooched with her in the damn store cupboard. He looked embarrassed about it and so he should. She just hoped he was quiet about it or her reputation would nose dive. She would have all the old lecher teachers trying it on and the thought of having to fend off their wandering hands was dreadful.

She suddenly thought of Jenny. The lack of experience had given him the opportunity to take advantage of the poor girl. She must have gotten too close and found herself engulfed by him before she had a chance to escape. How long had they been in there? Had he just smooched her or had he heavily petted her too.

Josie hated the idea of this young virgin being touched by that old man. She couldn't figure out if it made it worse that he thought it was her, the student teacher. 

The teaching examiner left and Jessie sat there stunned, wondering what to do next.

"Class dismissed, except you 'Jenny'," Jenny told the class and her teacher. She emphasised calling her teacher Jenny to let everyone know they must continue pretending. 

Jessie was relieved at someone else taking the initiative. She got up awkwardly but was pushed down in the seat by Jenny.

"I had a damn shitty time in the cupboard with that letch, for you, Jessie," Jenny whispered. 

The look on her face left no doubt he did more than kiss her. "I'm so sorry, Jenny," Jessie began. She wondered if he had groped her breasts or more than that.

"No. You aren't as sorry as I am, so don't try to say a thing. He'll be back tomorrow so we keep to the story, unless you want to lose your career, before it even gets going?" Jenny demanded.

Jessie shook her head knowing this was wrong. She was using this girl to get her out of trouble.

"I take it that means 'yes' you want to save your sorry ass. In that case I get to make the rules. One, you do exactly as I say. Two, no more rules," Jenny stated, while leaning over her with an expression of menace.

"All you have to say is, 'Yes Miss'. Let's hear it," Jenny demanded.

"Yes, Miss," Jessie sighed, in resignation. She couldn't see who was behind her but guessed it was Graham. A heavy bulk seemed to lean on her reinforcing Jenny's orders. It made sense to carry on as they had and for her to take on the role in school whether the examiner was there or not. Jessie sighed heavily knowing they would have to carry it through to the end of the week.

Jessie was already subdued by this mornings' humiliating experience and felt guilty over what had happened to her student. It left her feeling so wretched she couldn't think straight. Now she was being dominated by Jenny and Graham it was difficult to fight back. She felt like a student in high school being picked on by the class bully. It didn't help knowing all this was her fault. 

The class members surrounded them, shielding Jessie from others at lunch. They willingly shared lunch with her as she couldn't go to the staff room to fetch hers. She missed the coffee but appreciated their concern. 

Mostly she kept her mouth shut. The class was amused when she responded to Jenny with such obvious deference, as though Jenny was the teacher and she was a naughty school girl. That's how she felt too, like a pathetic little thing waiting for the worst to happen.

The lunch break went without a hitch. No one outside their group even talked to her and Jenny kept a low profile too. The afternoon class was quiet but time dragged. 

At last the end of day arrived and the class was dismissed, except for once they seemed reluctant to leave. A growl from Graham got them going though someone started a trend that they all thought was amusing. 

"See you tomorrow Miss," they said, with exaggerated courtesy on passing the teachers desk. Jenny thanked them with a smile, encouraging them to do well tomorrow. They all knew she meant they had to play along with the game. 

Paula held back and approached the desk when they had gone. 

"What do you want?" Jenny said, feeling tired and irritable. 

"I can help out if you want. She needs dressing up as a student and I've got a big allowance. Know where to go and where they won't ask questions too," Paula offered. 

They looked at her not understanding what she meant.

"You need to keep a hold of her in case she runs off leaving you in the lurch. I'll keep a close eye on her at my house, she can sleep over," Paula hurriedly said.

"I hadn't though of that. I just thought she'd go home," Jenny said, while wondering about Paula's offer. Her friend was a bit old fashioned but maybe that might work out better. At the moment the teacher looked like a porn movie school girl and it was getting on her nerves the way the guys looked at her. 

Jessie cleared her throat to interrupt, not liking the idea at all. 

"No! You don't get a say in this or anything else for the rest of the week," Jenny firmly told her. Jessie's obvious objection to the idea swung Jenny in favour of it. 

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"OK! It's a deal. You, do as you are told," she said to Jessie. She was still wary of Paula wondering what she was up to and what she was getting out of it. Perhaps Paula was more of a friend than she thought. A lot of the class surprised her with their support.

"Graham, you go along with them. Keep an eye on them both, make sure this one doesn't slip away," she told him, while pointing at Jessie. 

Paula didn't look too happy but was trying to hide it. Jessie looked plainly unhappy about it and was trying to find something to say. Graham wasn't too pleased either but accepted it as a favour to his girlfriend that might pay off later.

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Dressed as a slut by a student

The simple walk to the car park was embarrassing for Jessie as she was still wearing the skirt hiked up, showing off too much leg for comfort. Graham wouldn't let her pull it down and an appeal to Paula didn't help. Unaccountably it was the canvas flat shoes that left her feeling small and insignificant between her two tall students. It was that feeling of helplessness, plus the chance of escaping school before she was found out, that kept her going along with them. 

A student had been mistaken for her by the teaching examiner so here she was pretending to be a student while Jenny pretended to be the student teacher. If all went well she could avoid being thrown off the course and losing her career with the help of her students covering for her and pass this final week of her course. After a good night's sleep she would refresh her will power and tomorrow regain control of the class and manage it through Jenny. 

At least no-one knew her at this school as it was her first day as a student teacher. The only contact with other teachers was a brief visit to the staff room this morning and so it was hardly likely anyone would recognise her. She looked like a student so would be dismissed as one, hardly noticed in the crowd.

The principal's strident voice was unmistakable and it cut right through her. Jessie stopped right by her car unable to move. Jessie was so close yet unable to take that extra step into the car for a longed for escape. It seemed that everyone was conspiring against her, tripping her up with little misdemeanours, pushing her along an unpleasant track. 

Her edginess made it sound as though he were shouting at her. It would be so unfair to be found out now after being so close to escaping school.

"Graham! How are we set for the game?" the principal asked, with enthusiasm. 

She listened to every word of their undecipherable discussion expecting any moment her boss would ask what she was up to. Paula took a hold of her arm startling her, moving her out of the way to open the rear car door. Jessie watched it swing as though seeing it for the first time.

Her eyes were wide absorbing the tableau as though it was in black and white, everything in slow motion. Paula shoved her into the back seat. She managed to crane her neck, intently staring through the glass at her boss and Graham, sharing an animated muffled dialogue. 

He still hadn't noticed her or that a student, Paula, was about to drive a teachers car out of the teachers car park. Paula leaned over opening the passenger door encouraging Graham to get in. 

Jessie heard their conversation flood in without hearing her name being mentioned as she feared it might. At last Graham slid onto the seat with a big smile on his face from the encouragement he had received; she nervously looked out of the back window. Her boss was striding off engrossed in thoughts of the big match this weekend, missing their subterfuge, which was a transgression of school rules on so many levels. 

Jessie was supposed to be in charge of these eighteen year olds but it had all gone wrong leaving her in a difficult situation, where she was reliant upon their co-operation. With her clothes and hair pulled into something her students thought would make her look like one of them she had sunk into the role, but that would have to change. As they drove off she ran the absurd little mistake through yet again, wondering how she could have handled it differently. 

For a start she shouldn't have let a student pull her skirt up so short or loosen her blouse or let her hair down. She shouldn't have played the part of a student being interviewed so perfectly in a role-play exercise. 

When the examiner walked in she should have been aware of him and stopped acting like a stupid airhead student. The student acting as interviewer in their little act thought she was helping out by pretended to be the teacher in front of the examiner. That was the point at which it all went so badly wrong. 

In front of the examiner Jenny had usurped her place as teacher while she hid herself among the students. Now Jenny had plans to rule, with the class's connivance, for the rest of the week. If she had stood her ground rather than let the farce take its course she might have saved herself all this messing around. 

She was running away from school like a silly little school girl after letting the students take over her class. She felt pathetic. She was a twenty-eight year old experienced woman letting a bunch of teenagers run her around. It was time to make a stand. 

She would have to take back control of the class starting right now by taking back her car. They pulled up at a red light so Jessie pulled on the door handle finding the child-lock was on. Jessie rolled her eyes with the irony of it. They started off again so she opened her mouth to tell Paula to pull over. 

"What happened to Jenny in the store room?" Paula shot the question over her shoulder, not seeing Jessie react badly. 

Jessie cringed in the seat seeming to fold in on her self. She had let Jenny take responsibility for her stupid mistake, letting her pretend to be the student teacher. While covering for her, Jenny had gone into the storeroom with the examiner where something bad had happened. She wouldn't say anything about it but she was taking it out on Jessie.

Jenny's inexperience let her down and in turn Jessie felt terribly guilty at letting her student down. Jessie sat there wondering what he had done to her and what she could do to make it up to the young woman.

Graham opened the door pulling Jessie out. 

"Where are we?" she asked, feeling as though waking from a bad dream. The act of taking her car back from them was lost for the moment while shaken up from the guilt over what had happened to Jenny.

"A mall, I'm going to get you some clothes," Paula announced gleefully.

"I don't need anything, just give me a chance to pull myself together," Jessie complained. Graham shoved her shoulder, making her follow Paula. 

"You need some clothes to make you look like a student for the rest of the week," Graham stated.

"No. I can't go through with this farce. If I get kicked off the course then I'll just have to accept it," Jessie told them both. She was trying to be firm, not so much for them but her own benefit, trying to build the will power to face such a situation. 

"Keep walking. You seem to be forgetting Jenny," he warned her. "Mister Chapman does not like to be made a fool of. He will probably insist the whole class are failed. Jenny would be failed at the very least which will spoil our plans. We're going to the same university and taking the same course," he told her.

"Of course I don't want to get Jenny into trouble. I'll take full responsibility and explain what happened," she said.

"No! You agreed with Jenny to see this thing through. You take her place while she takes yours. It's what Jenny wants that counts," he stated, the tone of voice indicating this was a final decision.

Jessie felt so guilty over Jenny she once again capitulated to a student. The big guy had a hand on her elbow guiding her along behind Paula. Being manhandled by one of her students was a new experience which she didn't care for one bit but didn't have the nerve to make a fuss.

They walked into a store with Paula looking around as though it were a sweet shop. She licked her lips in anticipation while the other two glared at each other. 

Graham would have waited outside, not wanting to be seen in a dress shop, but he was not going to take a chance after those words of rebellion. He no longer thought of her as a teacher but someone his girlfriend wanted taken care of. He just didn't want to let his girlfriend down. The two girls were right she had to be watched or she might bunk off.

Paula held up an outfit asking Graham for an opinion. "How would I know, it's on a hanger!" he stated, as though it were a stupid question.

"She'll have to try it on. Where is she?" Paula asked.

"Damn! She's running for it, probably back to the car," he shouted to Paula, while they ran toward the exit.

A crash of sound diverted them to the next aisle. There they found the student teacher collapsed over a store assistant. The young woman had been on hands and knees scraping up chewing gum while Jessie must have walked backwards into her. 

Graham smiled at the tactic which would have worked if she hadn't fallen over. They had been running for the door while she hid in the next isle watching them run past. He untangled the two of them, pulling at their limbs. 

For a moment he enjoyed the view with the assistants ankle in one hand and his teacher's in the other. The two women were upside down with legs dangling apart. He compared one with the other. The young assistant wore a pair of green panties while his teacher wore a pair of sensible white ones.

The young petite sales assistant was only about a year older than him at nineteen yet he was surprised how they were both the same weight. He looked at her small breasts then his teachers which were squeezed together and falling out of the blouse in a large lump of soft flesh. 

He was surprised to find his teacher compared favourably with the young assistant. Paula nudged him and said something he didn't hear so gently put them down then helped them both up onto their feet. He puffed out his chest expecting to be shouted at for the rough handling. 

The assistant pulled her clothes together, poking at her hair, looked up at him and smiled demurely. He watched her flutter her eye lashes. Jessie huffed and puffed while at last allowed to pull the skirt down then felt her blouse had burst open. 

He hadn't taken much interest in the confident student teacher of this morning but was beginning to notice this flustered woman. He gripped her shoulder with a large strong hand letting her know he had learnt not to let her out of his sight.

She was rubbing her eyes with tears silently falling freely. 

Paula noticed a can of cleaning fluid and guessed Jessie had some in her eyes. She pulled up the front of Jessie's skirt dabbing at the tear filled eyes. Paula enjoyed the naughtiness of showing off teacher's panties to Graham while she just stood there blind from flowing tears, unaware and unable to do anything about it.

After a moment's thought Paula put her arms around Jessie. "It's OK honey. We'll get you some new clothes and you'll be fine. Be a big brave girl for me and dry those tears honey-bun," Paula sympathised. Paula deftly cleaned off the remaining makeup with the hem of her skirt. 

"Look what you've done to my little sister," Paula remonstrated with the assistant. Her eyes were red from the cleaning fluid but the rest of her face was masked by the skirt still pulled up around her face. Still holding onto her, making sure she didn't show her face, Paula asked to see the manager. "You should have put up one of those plastic signs," she shot at the flustered assistant.

Graham just stood back with a frown on his face wondering what Paula was up to. He was wondering why Jessie was crying silently, while trying not to be turned on by the teachers white knickers. They weren't very sexy but it was the fact of them being something forbidden that made them so interesting. 

"I'm so sorry, is she hurt? The manager isn't here," she said, with relief clearly in her voice. Mister Robertson would sacrifice her over a legal dispute with a customer and she needed the job so didn't need this trouble. "We have some sweets on the counter," she began.

"It'll take more than sweets. Look at this skirt," Paula scolded the young assistant, pulling it up to show the mess which was from the make-up not the fall. 

"I'll get you a new outfit of course, anything you want," the assistant smiled weakly, while ringing her hands. She could lose some clothing without Mister Robertson noticing or put it down to shoplifting if he did. Just so long as they didn't report her. 

With Paula tugging at her clothes Jessie was almost pulled off her feet. She was still struggling with the stinging sensation in her eyes. They were improving but all she could do was let Paula guide her. 

"What are you doing?" Jessie exclaimed. Her skirt wasn't just pulled up short it was wrapped around her waist showing off her panties. She looked around the store noticing with relief they were the only ones there. 

"Stand still, I'm getting you a free outfit to wear. We need something for tomorrow and I'll buy you another. Can you buy one too?" Paula asked.

"I guess so but is all this necessary," she asked. Paula was shoving her about pulling her clothes off. At least they were in a cubicle but more than that she couldn't see. It was bad enough without her glasses but her eyes stung every time she opened them.

"There's no need," she started to say. Paula pulled her panties down, unclipped her bra, and lifted a leg to slip the panties off, each time unexpectedly attacking from a different angle. 

Huffing and puffing from the unrelenting assault she tried to grab at her clothes but Paula was out of the little cubicle with Jessie's hands inches away from grabbing a hold of them. Jessie quickly pulled the curtain closed on her nakedness. She had no idea who was in the store but knew Graham was keeping a close eye on her. A delicate shiver skipped up her spine from the thought.

The day was getting so much more difficult to deal with. Her self-esteem had been dragged away from her like an old coat to be trampled on by the whole class. It was in tatters with the guilt of what she had gotten them all into making it impossible to think straight. 

She had let that girl in class pull her clothes about to make her look like one of them which was the first breach of discipline. It wasn't in fun it was in exasperation that she went along with that initial game of role reversal. Damn! Every moment seemed to bring yet another test which she failed miserably.

Being dressed as one of the students was bad enough but she was naked. "Damn it!" she growled. While helpless from being blinded she had let Paula strip her clothes off. She had been stripped of her dignity in class now stripped of everything else in some dingy store. They had her clothes, her car and apartment keys, even her bag with money and credit cards. 

At least her eyes were only smarting so she could at least stand opening them a little. She peeked from behind the curtain to see Graham watching her and Paula was returning with an arm full of clothes.

"Here, this will fit," Paula told her. 

"I can't wear that I'll look ridiculous," Jessie stated firmly. "Please, just get me some decent clothes so I can go home," she said. She gave Paula a look, pleading for mercy, trying to appeal to a sense of girls' fellowship. Standing there hugging her naked body left a real feeling of vulnerability. There was little choice but to try for sympathy. Instead she wanted to shout at the conniving girl in frustration, but dare not.

"OK! You go out there and explain you're our teacher and want to choose the clothes," Paula said, with arms folded in defiance. Stretched up to her full height she looked down on Jessie dominating the teacher in the small space.

Genuine tears collected in the corner of her eyes. "Well, I, err, should try them on, I guess," Jessie stammered.

"Oh! I forgot, the assistant sent the little girl a lollipop," Paula smiled, with a devilish look on her face. Un-wrapping it, she stuck the sweet in her teacher's mouth. This last small indignity heaped upon all the others was a heavy burden, too much to carry. Paula watched the older woman slump her shoulders, not having to say anything, the whole body language telling of the moral surrender.

Paula was excited at the prospect of actually having her as a doll to dress up. It had worked out just as she had day-dreamed in class. It would be better at home but she would soon have her there. A little giggle escaped her lips. Graham the big football player was actually going to make sure the woman went home with them and once there make sure she obeyed.

"Lift your arms," she told Jessie. 

Reluctantly the teacher pulled her arms away from her body not wanting to expose herself to a student, or anyone else. She had always been shy, avoiding communal changing rooms, wearing a bathing suit rather than a bikini and usually dressed modestly. 

Her skin was smooth and unblemished, her hair long and silky. Her shape pleased men with a firm bust and heart shaped bottom. Boyfriends, not that there had been many, were pleasantly surprised when they got to know her for she hid her figure in modest clothing.

Paula slowly pulled the tight little top down her teacher's arms and over her head. She no longer thought of this woman as a teacher, rather this was her doll to be dressed and played with. With both arms and head caught in the top Paula took her time looking over the new doll. 

Nice slim legs. Her tits were too heavy compared to her little dolls, though these did stand up well. Her ass was too big too. It meant the skirt would be shorter than planned. Gripping the top tightly in one hand she pulled the doll around to inspect its front. 

"Hairy! Well I guess that's to be expected," she sighed. 

Paula wasn't sure if she was disappointed on seeing a hairy snatch but there again this one wasn't like her dolls at home. A devilish grin spread across her face as she thought about adding this doll to her collection. 

Paula watched her doll scrunch its thighs together. Apart from trying to hide her embarrassment she hadn't struggled so far. It was difficult to see why the silly woman had given in so easily but that was Jessie's problem not hers. Again Paula let out a little squeal of pleasure as she finished dressing the doll.

Jessie didn't have to look in the mirror to know what she looked like. Instead she looked down at her feet in the black canvas flats. Even they were what a youngster would wear. There wasn't enough of the top or skirt to cover much of her body but more excruciating than that was the girly style.

The frilly candy floss coloured top had a demeaning slogan emblazoned across her breasts -- 'daddy's gyrl'. The short little skirt was light and fluffy too. Decorated with pink feathers no self-respecting bird would shed let alone flutter. 

"It's no good, we'll have to go outside to see it properly," Paula said, with a serious look on her face. The look of dread on the dolls face was amusing. The outfit wasn't what she wanted the doll to wear but it would teach her to do as she was told as after this anything else would seem reasonable.

The curtain was flung aside and a hand in the middle of her back thrust her out into the store. Her eyes were clear now but she wished they weren't. Graham was standing there with muscular arms folded across his wide chest looking bored. He turned toward the two shoppers intending to hurry them up. 

His face changed as though it had been wiped with a hand full of happy dust. His eyes opened wide and brightened as though trying to capture the image in detail. He looked her up and down and repeated the obvious movement, avoiding, or simply not caring to look her in the face.

Paula looked around but the assistant was keeping her distance. In a conspiratorial whisper Paula told him, "I couldn't get a bra but managed matching panties." The big guy wasn't stupid by any means but he seemed not to be able to look and listen at the same time.

Paula pinched one of the dolls nipples which got his attention. "No bra," she pointed out. Lifting the short skirt was hardly necessary, "Pink panties," she pointed out. Holding up the skirt, she watched him digest the little pink knickers as though memorising every fold covering the woman's crotch. There wasn't much to see so why was it taking him so long? 

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She smiled to herself on seeing the smallest of damp patches besmirch the new pristine panties. Graham's reaction pleased her more. 

Before letting the curtain drop on the opening show she let him take a last look at the developing nipples. "The assistant underestimated her age," Paula lied, as it was she who specified the clothes, letting the assistant run around fetching the right size. 

"I don't think it will take much to get something more suitable. Up an age do you think?" Paula asked. Watching him nod his head she knew he hadn't heard and was past caring what she did with the woman. She was satisfied to see he would let her play with the new doll while enjoying a treat of ogling his teacher being dressed provocatively.

Jessie closed her eyes tight wanting it all to go away. Graham was taking an even closer interest in her which was certainly unwelcome. The damn girl was showing off her panties like a little sister being dressed up for a girly party. It might be put down to the thoughtlessness of youth but it was terrible to be considered so insignificant they could treat her like this.

This time Paula held her steady while she stepped into the outfit. It was a struggle to pull it up her legs, up her torso, until eventually it was pulled up over bare shoulders to her neck. Jessie arose on tiptoe as it bit into her crotch on being pulled up tight. At least this time her body would be completely covered, even though dressed in an indecent skirt and top. 

Paula pulled the curtain to one side. "No! Please, I can't go out there like this," Jessie whispered, not wanting to draw attention, especially not from Graham. 

"Come on doll, do as you're told, get out there or I'll get Graham to drag you out," Paula told her.

Giving Graham an excuse to get any closer was something to be avoided. Jessie had noticed his erection and the look of arousal showed clearly in his eyes. Resigned to it she let Paula shove her out into the bright lights of the store. At least there were no other customers.

The white leotard was a cheap tacky nylon like the last outfit. Instead of being flouncy and girly this stretched tight over her body, clinging in all the wrong places. Where it stretched over her breasts and bottom, it thinned to reveal pale flesh. She dare not look between her legs as she could feel it gripping her crotch tight.

It felt as though it would cut her in two if she stretched both arms upward. The lips of her pussy were already wet and with nothing under the stretchy thing it felt lewd and disturbing. A seam slipped between her lips and parted them. She was showing off her sex to this big beefy student and it felt so unnerving. 

He was over eighteen like the rest of the class but she was a mature woman and should be treated with respect. Instead she was descending ever more deeply into a moral abyss. She glanced at his crotch and quickly looked away on seeing his jeans stretched tight by a large erection. 

His staring eyes and gaping mouth didn't help. It emphasised how dreadfully common she looked. Always careful to dress modestly this flaunting of her body was having an unexpected reaction on her too. As though it was getting a long awaited airing her sex was opening up like a flower in the sunshine. 

It shouldn't be her students liberating her body. It should be a man she had chosen, someone special. Instead this young girl, from her class, was exposing her to a young fit football player. Jessie wanted to fight back but couldn't find the strength and the lethargy gripped her mind and body preventing the expected flight or fight.

Jessie knew she hadn't objected strongly enough. Right from the beginning she had let Jenny then Paula push her around. Jenny had Mister Chapman and Paula had Graham to back her up but that was no excuse. It was something within, something she didn't understand which numbed her mind, leaving her open to this abuse.

Before she could seek an answer Paula was turning her around showing off a rudely uncovered body to Graham. The cheap stretchy leotard fit snug between both cheeks pulling them apart, so she wondered in an agony of shame how much was on display. It couldn't be as bad as the front where she could feel her lips blossoming.

Jessie couldn't believe it! The young girl had placed a hand on her tummy and another on her neck to bend her over. The damn leotard was slicing her in two! Jessie shut her eyes tight knowing how lascivious the view Graham had. The straight leg bend was pushing a pair of puffy lips between her thighs presenting a grossly lewd picture. 

It was hardly a suitable pose for a teacher to be giving a student, or anyone else, but her whole body began to pulse with energy. It was an intense sexual vigour that flooded the mind with chemicals leaving her nerve endings fizzing.

Paula pulled the teacher back into the changing cubicle asking if she needed the restroom. Instead she smiled on finally recognising the state the woman was in. She hadn't noticed for she was concentrating on Graham. Paula had dangled the teachers' body before Graham as bait, with the idea of gaining his co-operation. 

It had worked! The sheer naughtiness of flaunting this teacher, and she knew all about naughty little games, captured his attention. The idea was to control Graham, through the teacher, just enough to let her carry out her plans. She just wanted someone to dress up as a change from dressing the dolls.

That she could manipulate the teacher had been doubtful but it seemed she was easily controlled. Something was distracting her from thinking straight allowing Paula to trick her into dressing up in these revealing outfits. The surprise was how sexed-up the woman had become with Graham ogling her and how pliable it left her.

Paula almost rubbed her hands together at the thought of having this woman in her clutches at home, forcing her to dress up in fetish clothes. If she objected Graham would physically enforce her will upon the foolish woman. Paula didn't care why the teacher had gotten herself into such a predicament just as long as she did as she was told.

"Don't fret doll. I can see you're a bitch in heat so I'll let Graham mount you if you're a good little girl and do as you're told," Paula told her teacher. She stroked the passive creature's hair as a way of calming her.

Jessie baulked at the audacity of the remark. She opened her mouth to complain that the young student was going too far, that such an idea was unbearably repugnant. A strangled sound escaped her throat. It was hard to protest with a mind being flooded with images of that handsome young man taking her. Her body screamed at her for satisfaction, as though a craved for drug had been offered.

Jessie whimpered an incoherent reply. She allowed Paula to peel off the tight leotard and dress her in another short skirt and skimpy top while too stunned to fight it. She moved her limbs as though she were a manikin being dressed. The idea of being given to that hunk was terrible yet such an evocative threat, it left her stunned. 

Earlier her authority as a teacher was handed over to Jenny and now what was left of her influence as a mature adult was being drained out of her. The last remaining shreds of dignity were being stripped away by letting this young student decide what she was to wear and being dressed by her. Again the feeling of being just a silly little school girl, being dressed by mommy, overwhelmed her.

Paula was provoking her and grinding her down by saying she might be given to Graham, as though this young thing now had the power to do so. A fearful thought left her shuddering. If things continued as they had, being dominated by the students and now having her body put on display, it just might happen! 

Jessie sighed deeply. She was too aroused to trust herself. She was going to have to run for it. A taxi home, break into her house and pay the taxi driver? Was it possible? While dressed like this it would be a desperate gamble, for men didn't need much of an excuse to take advantage and she was dressed like a slut. It was a chance that had to be taken for it was impossible to put up with this abuse.

Jessie caught sight of the car and house keys in Paula's bag. She quickly looked away not wanting to draw attention to them. It shouldn't have come to this, it was absurd, but escape rather than confrontation was necessary. It should have been a test of wills where she as a teacher and a mature woman won, but Jessie couldn't take the chance.

"Straighten your clothes up while I check them out with the assistant," Paula told her. 

Jessie pulled at the hem of the tiny skirt only to find it would reveal the top of the thong exposing too much of her pubis. Pulling it up revealed the panty crotch so a delicate compromise was sought. Pulling up the top to cover a deep cleavage left them bulging out the bottom of the stretchy halter-neck. It was no good there just wasn't enough material to hide much of her body.

"She can't wear stuff like that to school," Graham exclaimed, on seeing his teacher so rudely exposed. 

"This is just the free stuff. I've bought some other clothes too, don't worry," she cajoled him.

Jessie watched them walk toward the counter still discussing the clothes. They were arguing and she heard Graham mention Jenny's name more than once. She hoped it was Jenny he had been phoning to report what this young woman was doing to her. 

Jessie gritted her teeth in determination, grabbed her keys from the bag, and made a dash for the doors. Over her shoulder a quick glance confirmed they were still deep in discussion so hadn't noticed the mad dash. In a panic she careened out of the door, still looking over her shoulder, straight into a young man.

She slid on the marble effect floor landing at his feet with legs sprawled out, almost achieving the splits. There was no elegant way of rising in that skirt and she was in a hurry, so just scrambled up off the floor not caring about what was on show. 

Bent over almost in two the thong revealed too much of her ass. It showed the young guys she was a cheap young slut, prepared to show off a fit body to get what she wanted, showing how ready for it she was. Like them she seemed to be on the prowl for fun. 

She turned quickly to run away but found there were a group of them, a gang of lads 'cruisin' the mall. She had risen up among them, inside a wall of young male bodies. Automatically her hands moved to the hem to unconsciously pull at it. Feeling her bare thighs she looked down to find she was standing there, in a grimy run down mall surrounded by young thugs, in just a thong. 

The polyester skirt had rolled up around her hips, sticky with static. Scrabbling at it with fingernails digging at the thin cheap material she managed to tug it down over the top of her thighs to at least conceal the little panties if nothing much more than that. The damn skirt was almost torn off in a panic to cover her body from the leering youths. 

"You're some hot gyrl. You wanna join our gang? You can hang out with us," the one standing before her offered. His eyes rove across her body taking in the cheap clothing that revealed more than it covered. His eyes lit up with a clear sign of lust.

Jessie looked over her shoulder to see the two students reach the changing room. As much as she despised the idea of 'hanging out', especially with these uncouth boys, it was imperative they move on and quickly. 

She hadn't noticed they were eighteen, the same age as her class, or that they wore expensive designer clothes. If so, a suspicious coincidence may have been discerned and she would have been more wary of agreeing to walk off with them. As it was she thought they were a bunch of kids more easily dealt with than Graham and Paula.

"Yea sure, let's go," she encouraged. 

"You'll go when I say go, I'm the boss here," Gibb told her.

Jessie sighed heavily. Why everyone was trying to dominate her today was a mystery. "OK! Whatever," she shoved back at him. 

"Nice clothes," one of them commented. He was looking at the dark nipples showing through the pale blue top that was tied tight under her breasts. A strap looped behind her neck with another tied in a bow around her back. The piece of thin material covering her breasts was all there was too it. No back or sides so there was a danger not lost on the lads, of the breasts falling out its sides.

"Nice?" Gibb snorted. "Everything she's wearing cost less than these socks. She's wearing trash, she is trash, just look at her," he told his friends.

Jessie felt so angry she wanted to shout back at them she was a teacher and should be treated with respect. At the same time she knew what she looked like and couldn't disagree. Her shoulders dropped, she sighed again, wondering what to do or say to get them moving. 

From the clothes they must think she's an experienced gang girl ready to have fun with them. From what she had read in the Sunday supplements it wasn't what she would call fun, rather it would be a corrupt torture.

"You've seen what she's wearing under that skirt, hardly anything, and obviously she's not wearing a bra," he said, as though it needed pointing out.

Jessie wanted to slap him and cover herself with both hands. They were all taking an obvious interest in her breasts. Looking down at them she was mortified to see the dark areola so very clearly through the pale top. The nipples were hard but still small and less significant compared to the dark rings around them.

"Let's just go," she said. A note of anger crept in to join an obvious eagerness to run from there. Her two from class may be reluctant to tackle her with these young hoodlums, so an escape was still possible.

"The little slut's eager to please, guys," Gibb announced, with a look of pleasure lighting his face. 

It didn't matter what she said. Dressed that way they expected her to behave like a slut and would treat her like one. All she wanted to do was escape but they had other ideas.

"Breasts are OK but I like the chicks' ass, very hot," one of them standing behind her announced to his friends. To emphasise what he thought was a superior opinion he patted her rear. In such a short skirt the hand wafted it aside to land on a bare cheek and in surprise he brought it back as though stung. 

Gibb quietly laughed at his friend Peter's obvious inexperience. They were playing at being 'rough necks' but went to the same school as Graham. Peter glared across her shoulder at Gibb and purposely shoved his hand onto a bare bottom, gripping the soft cheeks hard.

At the first touch her eyes opened wide in surprise. A moment later she was forced onto tiptoe, trying to escape the intimate touch. The thong was nothing but a ribbon of nylon pulled tight between the cheeks, so this too familiar hand was cupping a bare bottom. 

While trying to escape the hand she watched Gibb reach forward to weigh both breasts in small soft palms. It was a gentle push upward, jiggling the soft flesh, rubbing the nipple against the rough polyester top, sending little shocks into her breast. He then gripped them tight. The two young lads were holding her body intimately, gripping her ass and a breast. 

It had all been so unexpected she hadn't a moment to fight them off. The others became emboldened when she said nothing, trying to find something worth groping. Both breasts were squeezed and she could feel hands on her thighs trying to reach between her legs. 

Her mind whirled from the degradation of such a shocking assault. It was impossible to escape with their bodies pressing in upon her, trapping her, sandwiching her sparsely clad body between firm young male bodies, gasping on male smells of hormones and sweat, with it all combining to swamp her senses. 

Graham pushed one of them away and pulled another off his teacher. His friends had become carried away well past what had been agreed. "Leave her alone," he growled fiercely. He gripped her arm in a big meaty hand, wrapped his arm around her, enveloping her body protectively. 

"She's our pivot slut man, so keep off," Gibb said with a snarl. He almost laughed at his friend from the way he was holding her, looking mean. It was as though he meant it. They were supposed to have just pushed her around a little ready for him to play the hero by rescuing her. 

Tomorrow he would ask Graham what it was all about for she looked like trash, way beneath him, not his sort at all. He poked one of the guys in the stomach with a finger and pulled him back. It seemed they had all forgotten it was a favour they were supposed to be playing out for the big guy.

"What do you mean, what's a pivot?" Graham asked, feigning interest. 

"A gang slut who gets passed around for everyone to fuck," Gibb laughed. He had heard of such things but the prospect of having that cheap slut didn't appeal in the least. He watched Graham wondering how to continue the game, or was it over?

"Is that what you want, shall I hand you over to them?" Graham asked his teacher.

"No! You've got save me from them, please," Jessie demanded. Listening to them boast about how they were going to use her was disgusting. 

"We could take her both at once as long as I get the asshole," Joe said to one of the others.

"Which end do you want, bro?" one of them asked.

"I'll take those full luscious lips man they look as though they can suck like a Hoover," another replied. 

They were all teasing Graham thinking he wanted her for himself. Why else would he have set up this bogus rescue? With her burying herself into his shoulder they winked at him thinking they had completed the favour.

She felt so bad, so unclean, from their pawing hands over her body and this onslaught of sickening suggestions. Unable to shut out the filthy words ideas flooded her mind. She sobbed into Graham's shoulder, badly needing his protection. 

"You promise to do exactly as you're told, the whole week with no arguments?" Graham demanded. When she didn't answer he pushed her away toward the guys who looked on with big stupid grins. They could see what he was doing but still not realising it was a teacher he was fooling with. She just looked like a stupid slut but so well built it was obvious what he was after.

Graham was doing it for Jenny but they could never understand that. Even he forgot she was a teacher and began treating her the way she was dressed.

"Please," she whispered.

"Promise me," he demanded. 

"I promise, I'll behave, I'll do as I'm told," she gushed.

Graham waved the guys off and they wandered away looking back with ribald remarks thrown back at the two of them. 

"OK! Tell Paula," he said.

"I promise to do as I'm told, to be a good schoolgirl, I mean student, in place of Jenny," Jessie said, with a whimper. She dried her eyes finding there was no make-up to smudge. She looked totally subdued and felt this was the lowest ebb.

"You need to promise to obey me too," Paula demanded. 

Jessie looked around for Graham but he had walked back into the store to grab their bags. "I promise to, to, obey you," she said, faltering over this little word, obey, that indicated an even lower level of submission. 

"Don't worry, I'll look after you, you'll be my doll, agreed!" Paula glowered at her. 

Her student had a grip of a nipple threatening to twist it. What was more painful was a sudden realisation of what was meant when she called her a doll. The girl was mad! She tried to pull back away from the tightening grip on a painful nipple. 

"An adjustment to this top will have it looking so bad I'll just have to report you to security," Paula announced, with a devious smile upon her face. Her free hand gripped the little piece of material ready to pull it up. There was little enough holding her breasts in so the slightest tug would spill them for all to see.

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Without Paula's help there was no way she could get the little top back in place. She shrugged her shoulders. Already trampled underfoot she was left without the will to defy her tormentor. "OK! Please, I agree. I'll obey you, I'll be your doll," Jessie murmured.

Paula smiled without the slightest hint of menace and clapped her hands with obvious glee.

Graham arrived back laden with bags. "Here, the store girl sent you this," he said.

Paula un-wrapped it and stuck the lollipop into her teacher's mouth. "Suck it don't bite it. I'll smack your legs otherwise," she warned her teacher. 

Graham laughed thinking she was joking. "You be sure to do as you're told young lady, or you'll be spanked," he laughed, joining in the joke. 

Jessie cringed. Maybe Graham was joking but he was sure to back her up and she wasn't kidding about a spanking. 

"Come on then, doll, I need to get home," Paula told her.

They marched out at a rapid pace with their teacher between them. From whichever way it was looked at, the two were escorts, or responsible persons, or tormentors.

"Please miss," Jessie reluctantly hissed. She no longer thought of the incongruity of addressing them in such a demeaning manner. She needed their co-operation and needed to get out of the place as soon as possible, before someone else took notice of how badly dressed she was.

"What now?" Paula said, sounding exasperated with her.

"Can we go to the rest room, I need to pull my knickers up," she pleaded. Having to ask such a demeaning question of a student hit her hard. She was dressed like a young slut and had been treated like one by a gang and was being forced to act like an adolescent. 

"Knickers? You mean panties, that useless thong," Paula said, with a derisory look. They didn't slacken the pace. "The exit is just ahead, you'll have to wait," Paula said, while grabbing an elbow, forcing her on.

Jessie pulled her thighs together trying to hold them up, forcing a walk with hips exaggeratingly swaying. At the door it was no good they were about to slither between her slim thighs. She stopped dead. 

"Please, don't let me lose my panties," she implored them. To gain a desperately needed favour she tried harder to appeal to a fellow female. "Please miss, I promise to be an obedient girl. This skirt is too short not to wear panties," she whispered to Paula.

A moment of inspiration took hold before she could hold back the embarrassing words," Please miss, I promise to be an obedient little dolly. Please don't show off your doll's naughty bits," she said and cringed with embarrassment.

They took both her hands and dragged her through the door like an errant child. As she feared the pink thong fell around her ankles. They lifted her up off her feet and swung her forward. The thong caught on her black soft flats, for a moment, before being flung off to sail through the air. 

A family lumbered toward them oblivious of their big feet trampling her panties into the dust and dirt of the sidewalk. Jessie watched in fatalistic resignation as her panties were trashed. It was just one more blow to a once high self-esteem. Like those panties her self-respect was trampled into the dust. 

In this insubstantial skirt panties were a necessity. The slightest breeze would have it fluttering up showing off her nakedness. She shivered, now desperate to get back to the car, needing more than ever Graham's protection.

Further along they stopped at a junction waiting for a slow moving stream of traffic to pass. Paula edged them over a few steps with a wily little smile upon her face. She had placed Jessie over one of the buildings ducts. A gentle soft breeze gusted up lifting the little skirt around her hips. There wasn't enough of the skirt to go any higher, but it was enough to show off everything. 

Jessie desperately needed to crouch down and pull the skirt back only they still had a hold of her hands. Graham looked at Paula shaking his head knowing she was doing this on purpose but not really caring much. He just hoped they weren't security officermen standing behind them.

To Jessie's consternation there was a couple behind them and two workmen in front waiting to cross. She watched from the corner of her eye one nudge the other. They weren't sure if they should look, unsure as to how old she was. They finally decided her hairy snatch was fair game and whistled across the street.

The woman behind told her husband or boyfriend off. "Don't look at the slut you'll only encourage the disgusting creature," the woman said. "Young people are so vulgar today," she added, in a slightly louder voice.

Jessie cringed. Her bare ass was being shown off to a couple and her pussy to those workmen, despite her squeezing her thighs together and trying to cross her legs. The skirt fell back into place but as the traffic cleared the workmen came towards them. The big smiles on their faces didn't mean they were going to do or say anything.

"Get that young thing some panties, or you'll get arrested," the woman admonished Paula. 

"I'm sorry she just gets rid of them somehow. Look at her now, she's squirming her thighs together. If we let go of her hands she would be masturbating with fingers or anything she could get a hold of. We've just left the therapists office but it does little good," Paula lied ingeniously. 

Jessie was so distracted she hadn't heard what was said but it started to sink in as the woman tugged at her husbands arm, leading him into the car park. The two workmen heard and were trying to make some ribald remarks from it. 

"Is she a 'nympho' then?" the tall one asked. They were both smirking, ready to try out there repertoire of ribald jokes.

"How old is she," the short one asked, being the more practical of the two.

"I guess that's the usual term, nymphomaniac, but the therapist uses others. She's eighteen, been like it since she turned fourteen," Paula explained. 

Jessie was red from forehead to nipples though all they could see was the top of her head for she couldn't look anyone in the face from the all consuming embarrassment. Any other time it would be just a joke but Paula was yet again shoving her deeper into submission.

The breeze again threw the skirt up. 

"What does she do with her panties then?" the tall one asked. 

"She takes them off when we're not looking and throws them away. Even when wearing them she'll play with herself. She just wants sex all the time," Paula told them. She kept a straight face even though Graham's shoulders were shaking from silent laughter. 

"We keep her locked up at home though she escapes and ruts with the local guys, or anyone passing," Paula said, with a put upon exasperation. 

"You mean she does it with anyone in the neighbourhood? Everyone?" they both asked. They looked her over seeing an attractive young woman with a wonderful figure. The tall one was about to ask where they lived but his friend sensed it and nudged him in the ribs.

"We gotta go, good luck with the therapy," the short one called over his shoulder. 

Jessie wanted to scream at her, why did she have to make up those dreadful things? Paula had told them she was available to anyone, to them. At the click of their fingers she would come running, panting for it. Still hot from being exposed to Graham and everything else on top of that, she almost felt it was true. The only consolation was that they were strangers and she would never have to see them again.

They said nothing on the drive to Paula's house, with all three lost in their own thoughts. Paula was rehearsing what to tell her mom. Jessie was trying to make sense of the days calamities; it was as though the gods had set a strange obstacle course designed for her to fall at every one of them. Graham frowned, wondering how Jenny had predicted Paula was up to something. 

Paula breezed in announcing a sleep over had been arranged. Her mothers disinterest extended to not even asking why a boy was sleeping over. More importantly he was built like a man, a strong powerful man, so what was he doing sleeping over with two young women.

The image of all three of them faded as quickly as the words her daughter had uttered. She hadn't even noticed Paula arrived an hour later than the very strict time usually kept. It wasn't Paula's mother that kept her to a timetable it was Paula herself.

They raced upstairs for separate but similar reasons. Jessie didn't want to be found out and Graham didn't want to be questioned either. He didn't want to be turned out leaving Jessie alone with Paula. Otherwise he would be in trouble with Jenny.

Looking Jessie over in the close confines of Paula's bedroom he realised how lucky they were not to have been noticed by the security officer. The outfit was so slutty she looked like a cheap whore. "Where's these clothes you said you have for class," Graham asked. 

"Don't fret I've something of mine that fits and bought her some clothes for the rest of the week," Paula reminded him, not deeming it necessary to explain why she was dressed up like this. She enjoyed dressing Jessie and it was having an effect on him too. If she could keep him distracted by dressing her up in sexy outfits then she could continue her dressing up game.

The dolls were on shelves in a walk in wardrobe in the spare room. It was fortunate otherwise graham might start to ask questions and find his own answers.

"I want to try out some other clothes on her first," Paula told him. She rummaged around and pulled out a pink rabbit costume designed for Halloween but never worn. It was many years ago since it had been bought for her and so it was rather small.

"Its OK you might as well stay, you can give me your opinion," Paula said.

Graham grinned. He was still inexperienced, not understanding an opinion was a dangerous thing when it came to women's clothing or hair or makeup or when they should have been ready.

His smile was overshadowed by a more serious expression as the top and skirt were pulled from around his teacher's body. He kept deadly quiet, calming his breathing, pulling air through a wide open mouth, trying hard to become invisible, not daring to remind them he was there.

It was so naughty, exciting naughty, to be watching his teacher in a bedroom. It would be great to watch any woman getting undressed but it seemed all the more sexy as it was his teacher being stripped.

Their teacher whined plaintively at first but Paula threatened to send her to school in those clothes if she didn't behave. Reluctantly his teacher let Paula strip her naked in front of him. It didn't take much for she had already lost her panties and there was no bra.

He was fascinated watching her body being revealed so blatantly. Her large breasts sagged a little, whereas Jenny's had stayed firmly upright. These were bigger and belonged to a teacher so they were delicious illicit goods. His cock was so stiff he found he was leaning forward to lessen the obvious bulge in his trousers. 

He stared at the natural, untrimmed hairs gracing her lower pubis. They were sparse, not hiding the red gash at her crotch. If he had been more experienced he might have realised she was wet and open because he was there staring at her naked body and plainly liking what he saw. 

Paula was telling her off and he reluctantly dragged his attention back to her. 

"Stand still, stop fidgeting doll. Stand there properly while I find something to dress you in. You're not going to have your school clothes until I've finished. Behave yourself or you'll be spanked," Paula warned her. 

Graham didn't think this was a normal girly sleepover and wondered what she was playing at. The wondering didn't last long for Jessie was standing at attention with shoulders back thrusting out her breasts. Graham could only concentrate on one thing at a time so was already challenged by the sight of two very nice juicy breasts; ones that he just shouldn't be seeing.

Paula held up the now too small bunny outfit seeing it might fit her new doll. Some preparation would have to be made first though. 

He watched them disappear into the bathroom and again heard the pathetic whining Jessie had resorted to. He couldn't hear what she was trying to get Paula to do or not do. He reacted quickly on being summoned to the bathroom. Paula made it clear she was in charge yet again. 

This time Graham wondered if it was going too far. Paula handed him a razor and squirted foam over Jessie's hairs. 

She refrained from rubbing the foam in but asked Graham, "Well? What are you waiting for, get on with it," she demanded. 

It was no wonder he hesitated for his teacher was lying naked on the floor with her legs spread. He hadn't even seen Jenny like this let alone a mature woman, a teacher no less. She obviously didn't want to. She groaned a slight sound of pain, not form hurting but from the degrading position. 

This was obviously what the one sided argument had been about and Paula had won yet again. With a shaking hand he touched her flesh with the razor through the white foam. She jumped and Paula jumped on her in turn, with words.

"Keep still, doll, you don't want to be cut down there," Paula told her, the tone of voice held little sympathy. 

Again he wondered why she was being called doll but the sight of her pussy waiting for him, tantalisingly hidden by foam, quickly dismissed any other thoughts. He pushed at a thigh to keep her still. She whimpered as the razor slowly travelled over her thigh where there was little hair, which made an easier start. 

He managed not to cut her and became less nervous when the progress went un-protested. As he began to reveal more of her inner thigh the concentration became more intense. From her mons down, the razor scrapped away the foam and with it more hairs clogged the razor. It was obvious he would have to shave under the lips. To do this the other hand would have to be brought in to pull at them. 

He didn't notice the change in her breathing, to ragged deep breaths. Or, that she had become very quiet, no longer whimpering. He tried to grip a slippery lip between fingers and thumb. They had become more distended and puffy since he had started. The razor was sharp so without much drag her crotch was steadily denuded, like a jungle valley being deforested. 

Occasionally he blew upon the nearly bald mound to dislodge an errant hair. Paula felt for her, imagining how his breath would feel on such a sensitised pussy. She noticed the teacher's reaction even if he didn't. 

Jessie had her eyes tightly shut. When Graham had been called in to help she thought it was to hold her down, stopping her squirming. When he kneeled between her legs she shut down, switching off protests to try and ignore what was happening. 

The sensations travelling over her thighs and between her legs were impossible to ignore. Try as she may, having an attractive young man concentrating upon her crotch was devastatingly sensual. Soon his every touch was sending shock waves through her body. When he started on the delicate hairs around her anus she whimpered pathetically. 

With earnest gratitude she quietly thanked her body for not giving in to put on the intimate display of a noisy orgasm. Just short of letting go she was left vibrating dangerously like an unexploded mine. Primed, probed and ready to deliver its shocking purpose loudly and violently, it was only just avoided. So sensitive was she that the slightest touch could set her off. Still trembling she let Paula help her up off the floor to guide her back into the bedroom. 

Jessie stood and moved when told, still not down from a serious sensual high. Without resistance but lots of shoving she was squeezed into the small bunny outfit. Not an innocent fluffy bunny but a club bunny, complete with bulging cleavage and little white tail. It was all soft curves and bulges hardly holding the delicious softness in. The high cut revealed hips and lots of thigh. 

Many years ago it would have looked innocent on a young Paula. Being so small and tight gave it a more lewd appearance than any had at the proper Bunny Club. The crotch pulled tight between her lips and when she took a deep breath it looked as though both nipples would pop out. 

Graham watched her parade up and down not realising it was designed to reduce a woman to a naughty bunny 'girl', with the reputation of how rabbits freely copulated adding to its symbolism. 

Paula moved to the next costume telling her doll to strip off ready. This time there were no complaints and she soon stood naked in the centre of the bedroom patiently waiting. At last she had either just given in or learnt to obey.

A furtive glance at Graham confirmed she still held his attention.

Again the outfit was too small so Paula helped her into it. The all in one spandex cheerleaders costume fit tight, like a second skin. It held her breasts up pushing them out like footballs. The base of each breast was gripped tight so they were exaggerated in appearance. The tightly gripped waist that supported them emphasised their size too. 

Standing up straight pulled the crotch tight between her legs into a deep camel toe. It felt as though she were being sawn in half every time she moved. A mere glance at her image in a mirror behind Paula told her all she needed to know. This outfit was worse than the last. 

Her nipples were still erect from being so rudely stimulated between the legs. It was clear her whole body was still on fire. 

"You need a gusset sewn in there for extra room," Paula told her. "Hold still," she was told. Jessie hadn't realised what she intended otherwise she might have pulled away. A pair of scissors snapped at the crotch releasing the pressure. At least now she could breathe deeply without it pulling at her tender raw crotch. 

Graham saw what she had done for he was examining every detail of the cheerleaders outfit. This was nothing like the girls they had supporting the team. With a flash of glinting silver the job was done. 

Her wet lips rudely exuded through the hole in the tight spandex outfit. They were swollen, crinkly, large and fleshy, protruding wet and shiny. They bulged out between her legs where the scissors had cut the seam. 

The naughty cheerleader captured and conquered his imagination. His cock throbbed in the tight jeans. 

Paula looked at him knowing she could mention Jenny to push him one way and thrust this pussy in his face to pull him in the other direction.

"You had better get a shower while I bed her down," Paula ordered. 

Graham walked into a spare bedroom still throbbing from seeing and touching his teacher so intimately. He wouldn't need to flog himself much tonight. Without pyjamas he slipped under the covers waiting for the lights to go out when everyone would settle down to sleep leaving him free to play.

Paula kept a strict rein on her victim by ordering her about, pushing and shoving her into position, keeping her on the hop. On the slightest infraction of an instruction or when she didn't move quickly enough Paula slapped her ass. 

Paula came in trailing Jessie changed yet again. Paula dressed her in a baby doll purloined from her mother. It was sheer and cut off around her hips. The panties were of the same material. Her breasts jiggled enticingly with every step. 

Lying down he was now looking directly at her crotch where her denuded lips were clearly on show. He looked up to see her breasts pointing out above a slim waist. If it had been her mother this elicit view would have been exciting but as it was a teacher it was devastating. 

"Sorry about this but the other guest room is being decorated. You'll have to share," Paula announced, as though it were an imposition upon him. She lifted the covers and slapped the woman's ass, telling her to hurry up, when she hesitated. 

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"Sweet dreams both," she smiled. The picture upon the dolls face was wonderful. It held a desperate pleading look not to be left alone with him. Yet the eyes glowed bright in anticipation. 

She dare not speak. She turned away from him drawing up her legs in a protective posture. On doing so she felt a hardness press against her bottom. The thin silk at her crotch protected nothing and it felt as though she were presenting her ass to him. It was the tip of his penis that touched her. The shock was enough to turn her onto her back. 

He too settled onto his back.

She wanted to ask him to move over a little but still didn't trust her voice to hold up. 

"I sleep on that side, away from the wall," he explained. 

It dawned upon her she was expected to roll over him onto that side. She too slept on the right side of a bed, even when it was king size she found herself near the edge. As much as it might help her sleep there was no way she would snooze a second this night. 

He helped to scoop her up in his strong hands but she got only half way to balance on top of him. She cringed. His cock was large and rock hard, throbbing against her tummy. She needed to remind him she was his teacher and he couldn't do this to her. It wasn't right for her to be there and they definitely couldn't do it, no, no way.

A sigh followed by a pathetic and meaningless protest left her breathing hard. She felt his strong hard footballer's hands lift her. She was thin and light, easily managed. It was both a relief and a disappointment to be manhandled onto the other side of the bed. 

Of course it wouldn't happen, she was too old for him and he wouldn't be interested in her, especially as he had a thing going for Jenny. She was young and attractive full of youthful vigour and spirit. Fortunately he was still young and innocent, gallant enough not to take advantage of an older woman. 

His muscular arms lifted her like a doll. She was reminded of how Paula was treating her and how she had conformed to those strange demands. Her thoughts suddenly cut off in surprise. He had lifted her off his chest but wasn't putting her down beside him. He pushed her down the bed till the head of his cock nudged her crotch. 

Freezing didn't help. She should be fighting him off, shouting at him. She should have clamped her legs together tight. At least done something to try and stop him. 

"No! We mustn't! You, I mean, I can't, not that, please, let me go," she whimpered. He wasn't holding on to her, in fact he was emphasising the fact by balancing her on his hard flat stomach. If she could summon the will to move she could roll off him. 

Her legs were together but the slippery wetness let him push his cock between her thighs. She felt his hardness touch her swollen wet lips as he pushed her whole body down onto it.

"Please don't, please," she murmured. 

She was so ready for him how could her body possibly respond to the urgent request to protect her pussy at all costs. She just couldn't clamp her thighs together. The head of his cock nudged her inner lips missing her open, waiting vagina. Her legs gave way to hang open where he had her poised over his red hot cock. 

"Please! Oh please do it, just fuck me," she whispered on a red hot breath.

His strong hands gripped her, guiding the supine body down, settling it onto his cock. It didn't so much thrust in but invaded her body inch by careful inch.

It felt big. So big it pushed the air out of her lungs or rather sounded like it as she sighed deeply. She breathed out further and further, emptying her lungs as he filled her body. She threw back her head to moan crudely, knowing he was all inside, that she had absorbed all of him and he had taken all of her. It felt so deep and so fat it stretched her with the feeling of being consummately full. 

He pushed her up with his arms and thrust up with powerful leg muscles. The wonderful cock slowly moved upward and outward, feeling as though it would travel for ever leaving pleasurable sensations all along her inner passage. Her vagina tried to hold onto it gripping for dear life, all of its own accord. She hadn't tried to do anything she just went along with it, or so she thought. 

The explosion was again approaching, so very slowly, creeping up upon her, promising to be deep and all consuming. It was a little frightening to be giving way to such a powerful explosion. She pressed her hands on his chest pushing her loins from his cock until almost losing it then thrust down with a long slow satisfying stroke. 

The same again only faster this time, plunging her body down the length of his shaft, ignoring his needs while working up to her own passionate rhythm, pressing her mons at an angle to keep his cock rubbing her clit.

With the sound of a steam train labouring on a hill she stopped still, very still, until a whoosh of breath marked the destination as reached. At last she had let go what had been building for most of the day. An orgasm racked her stomach with the nervous twitches spreading out to her extremities. 

She kept so very still with his cock pressed tight and deep. As though coming up for air she began to surface from a deep orgasm, only to feel him spurt inside. She had never felt this before. It hit her in a sensitive spot seeming to be a gallon of cum filling her up with potent fluid. All that youthful virile sperm flooding deep brought on a devastating orgasm. This time a slower more swathing cum swamped her, rather than just washing over her. 

Graham's strong legs had boldly separated her thighs as though his cock were trying to burrow into her. It did, it burrowed deep, slowly taking her until she couldn't be passive any longer and began to guide his thrusts. 

On hearing her frantic calls for an orgasm, then an urgent demand to hold still, he exploded inside washing her vagina with his cum. Until that point it was all less frantic than with Jenny. At the end his teacher bounced around on his cock for a moment or two then collapsed onto him. He had cum so much more satisfactorily with her too, probably because they shared a common slow rhythm.

If he had thought of Jenny much more he would have worried about keeping this away from her. Instead he concentrated on one thing at a time and right now he was enjoying the feeling of having just fucked his teacher into submission. It felt so damn good!

[hirarandi]

How much more can she take?

Jessie awoke from an insistent prodding to a shoulder. She opened her eyes to see Paula looking at her smiling brightly. Graham had slid out of bed earlier, not by much as his side of the bed was still warm. It had been a disturbing night, for every time he moved she half woke and even when quickly falling off again sleep was troubled by disturbing dreams. 

It was a new day with a fresh wave of guilt to face; over letting Jenny down, giving in so easily to Paula's perverse game and most of all, she felt dreadful over sleeping with Graham. He was a student and she had let him take her. It couldn't be called making love for it was more like rutting. A flash of memory made her cringe. She remembered needing it so badly then feeling elated when he entered her body, then warm, comforted and grateful afterwards. 

His big arms had wrapped around her small body snuggling her into a bubble of glowing warmth. She woke up too hot but couldn't shake him off like an old blanket for he had her breasts gripped tight. Later she woke up in the night feeling his penis earnestly nudging her bottom, while he murmured nonsense into an ear, still fast asleep yet potent from some dream.

"Enjoy your little reward doll?" Paula asked, with a smirk crossing her face. "Out you get unless you want to wait for him, just incase he's ready for you again," she teased. 

The baby-doll nightdress was tucked up around her breasts and the panties were missing, lost somewhere in a corner of the bed. She quickly swung her legs over the edge keeping them pressed together but a wet patch betrayed her, not that anything was a secret to this girl.

Jessie wanted to tell her to leave her alone, even if it sounded petulant. It was an awful thing to say, that she had been given that big hunk of a lad as a reward for being a good girl. She was a mature adult not this girls plaything. She was the teacher not some stupid airhead girl needing supervising and looking after. 

Knowing this student was just toying with her made it all the more galling. They had gone past making sure she didn't run away and leave Jenny to face the school authorities, they were crushing her.

Jessie gave up trying to bring a stirring speech together and instead meekly followed the girl into the bathroom. After all she desperately needed to pee. 

"Stand there while I set the shower," Paula told her. From last night she knew it was easier to do as she was told rather than suffer more indignities from the weird girl. After letting him have her perhaps Graham might intervene on her behalf by either helping in an escape to her apartment or at least insisting she be given some decent clothes. 

Knowing this girl would punish her through what clothes were given was humiliating. She was going to school this morning and dare not upset this young eighteen year old girl or she would spend the day looking like a stupid slut, or worse. She stood waiting in the bathroom for her to adjust the shower wishing she would just hurry up and leave. 

The baby-doll hardly covered her hips yet she still pulled at it trying to cover her body. She was leaking so much she wondered if he had filled her up with a gallon of sperm. She leaned forward slightly as though it might hide the terrible evidence of the misbehavior. 

She was supposed to be the teacher yet had to take the role of one of the students or be found out and fail the course. After investing a substantial amount and three years of her life to a teachers' college it was imperative to hide her mistake. Jenny had taken her role as teacher then Paula had volunteered to keep her in check, with Graham watching them both. 

Paula had other motives too as she wanted to dress Jessie up like one of her dolls. It would have been creepy if it hadn't been so humiliating. With her body hardly covered Graham didn't put a stop to it, he just ogled her while getting more excited, leaving Paula to do as she liked with their teacher.

"Come along doll in you get, let's make sure you wash behind your ears," Paula chuckled. "Well, well, what's this?" she asked. With a restraining hand gripping teachers arm, the girl pointed at the woman's pussy. Graham's cum was seeping over her thighs giving them a glistening sheen.

Jessie was sick with shame that she was leaking and that this student was there to point it out. She closed her eyes wanting to be away from there, preferably some other country would do. She felt a finger dig into her soft flesh and cringed. 

Paula had already pushed her around, wearing her down until she gave in to become compliant, all with the purpose of making her into a doll to be dressed up. Another opportunity to weaken her had arisen and Paula wasn't about to throw it away. Scooping out pussy and cum juices on two fingers she held them up under teacher's nose. 

It didn't matter to Paula if this was a teacher or anyone else. She had seen the opportunity of taking advantage of someone, making them dress up like one of her dolls and that is all that mattered. "Lick away the evidence of your nasty little dalliance with a student. Go on, get to it, doll," she ordered.

Jessie could smell him under her nose. Paula knew all along but now she could tell Jenny of this degrading moment. It had been said by both the students, if she did as she was told Paul would protect her. That isn't what happened last night, she had been pushed into bed with him and they both knew what would unavoidably happen. 

After being worked up all evening they didn't have a hope of resisting temptation. As a result of that big mistake she was standing there in more trouble than ever. The girl pushed smelly fingers into her mouth. As bad as they stank and though it was a disgusting thing to do she sucked on the fingers. Something in her relished the thought of taking his seed into her body.

Again and again Paula scooped up her teachers mess to watch fascinated as the woman licked the smelly fingers. It was the look of contentment with which she sucked them clean that was so enthralling. 

"You are such a suck bitch, doll," Paula told her. 

Being reminded so often she was just a doll helped her escape responsibility for the inappropriate behavior. Only, it released her standards allowing her to behave all the more badly, requiring her to dig deeper into the roll of being this young girl's doll. To think it was some innocent role play that got her into this mess in the first place was ironic. Or maybe more than that, it was downright hurtful.

Jessie stepped into the shower but Paula didn't step away and with the sound of running water she just couldn't hold on any longer. A noticeable stream of hot yellow piss ran down her legs to mix with the shower where it swirled down the plug hole. Paul watched it as though it were something new to her. 

Her breathing quickened until it felt as though she might drown under the spray. Her mind span around and around like the water swirling down the drain. Jessie should be expecting and receiving the respect a teacher was due, yet she was being supervised like a child while naked in a shower taking a pee. 

Paula took hold of her hands to gain her attention. "Come on we haven't all day, get a move on," the girl told her.

Paula supervised the shower then dried her body and hair. A hand went between her legs cupping her pussy to test whether or not it needed shaving. In Paula's bedroom she stood waiting while the young girl rummaged around for clothes. It helped to switch off from what was happening to her, thinking of anything else but this deep humiliation. It was hoped Graham might at least appear to mitigate the terrible choice of clothing Paula was likely to find, judging by what had been found for her last night.

It was a mark of how low her moral standards and self esteem had fallen that she stood there so patiently while naked. Even more so that she was hoping a young guy, her student, would come in to the bedroom to help choose her clothes.

Jessie was pleasantly surprised as these were fairly decent garments compared to yesterday's slutty attire. A white pushup fitted bra with a decent pair of white cotton panties was a good start. The wrap around skirt was far too short for a twenty-eight year old teacher but not so unusual for an eighteen year old student. At least the blouse and tie were what might be called regulation, if a uniform was going to be attempted in the last year of school.

***

Paula drove them to school in near silence as they contemplated their day ahead. Paula would have to play things carefully with Jenny to make sure she got to take her doll home after classes.

Graham kept quiet knowing it was going to come out sooner or later, so should he tell Jenny he had slept with the teacher before lunch or during. If she took it really badly nothing much could be said during lessons so he could escape at lunch time. Or would it be better to reveal the truth at lunchtime so he could just run for it if she blew-up.

Jessie wondered about her career, whether this was a sign that she should give it up before it even got started. If this was anything to go by a career in teaching was not for her. Out of so many practice teaching sessions this one was supposed to be easy. Yet she had ended up handing the class over to one of the eighteen year old students and taking her place in class. 

It was unfortunate that it happened but she would have to live with the consequences but she wasn't looking forward to another day of humiliation. Sitting in class as a student rather than the teacher was going to be a torment. Just the thought of facing Jenny after letting her down twice was frightful. 

She would have to make some excuse to go to the staff room or washroom then make her way to the principal's office. He didn't have to know everything and if she threw herself on his mercy it might save her career. 

So that was it, get out of the class somehow and inform the principal about the whole sorry episode then hope for the best. Not much of a plan but it was better than facing the school examiner or letting this dreadful situation continue. Jessie had been kept in such turmoil by the students manipulating her and picking on her it was difficult to think what the right thing to do might be. 

***

Everyone seemed to arrive in class at the same time except for Jenny who sat upright at the teacher's desk looking as though she owned the school. She wore a smart business suit, emulating Jessie, borrowed from her mother's wardrobe.

At home Jenny found something unexpected in a draw she realized must be something kept for a special someone, only, sadly they had never been worn. On the spur of the moment she slipped on the suspender belt and a pair of stockings for Graham, feeling exceedingly naughty. 

As the trio walked in Jenny nodded to them and beckoned Graham over. She was surprised to see him quietly make his way to the usual desk. Instead, their teacher came and stood by the desk wanting to say something only finding it too difficult. 

"Just stand there," Jenny told her. Jenny had no problem with demonstrating authority having had it handed over on a plate so the opportunity was there to enjoy. It was funny how the self assured teacher was now standing by her looking awkward and tongue tied, not knowing what to say.

Paula had done a good job on dressing her in an outfit that made her look the part. A casual glance would imply she was just another student so most wouldn't give her a second look. It raised her morale to have this teacher waiting on her so she meant to keep it that way.

Jessie had meant to tell the girl she had slept with the boyfriend thinking it might get her sent out of the classroom. On the cusp of such a shocking revelation it was realized this was too much of a risk. When Jenny commanded her to stay Jessie couldn't do anything but await this girl's pleasure. It was annoying knowing the girl was going to demonstrate her new won power to the class at Jessie's expense, by pushing her further into the role of teenage student.

It was partly from being browbeaten by Paula and partly from guilt over all she had done to Jenny that drained her resistance. Due to her negligence this student had been fondled in the store cupboard then insult had been added to injury by sleeping with the boyfriend. The condemnation she heaped upon herself was bad enough, but how much more did she deserve from Jenny and the class.

So, despite being the teacher she stood by the teacher's desk awaiting a student's pleasure. It was too late to save her reputation in front of the class for they had all seen her capitulate to Jenny's new found authority. They all knew of the foolish little mistake and had conspired to prolong the ordeal. They must know too that she had been taken home by Paula and Graham and were wondering what had happened. 

Seeing her in class dressed like this answered most questions. What it didn't reveal was how overwhelming was the defeat, she had been crushed. The teacher stood watching her class settling down until they sat watching expectantly. This was her opportunity to wrest back control. She would call their bluff telling them she would take the risk of losing her career. She opened her mouth to speak but Jenny beat her to it.

Jenny had decided to take a back seat after the examiner made his last visit to pass the student teacher. It would be fun fooling the old bastard that she was the teacher though she would have to be more careful with him. In the meantime she was having a bit of fun at teacher's expense, watching, anticipating the woman's attempt to rebel. 

Jenny noted the teacher looked less mature today, more like a hesitant student than ever. She wondered what had happened to her last night. What had Paula put her through that she was so compliant?

"Class!" Jenny said, with a loud imperious tone. They were perfectly quiet anticipating one of them was about to announce something. It would be very disappointing to hear the game was over as they all enjoyed the teacher's predicament. 

"Remember to keep our secret today. You all know I'm your new teacher and must be treated with respect," she hesitated, with a smile on her lips, letting them make rude noises. "This new student was unsure of the dress code yesterday but has been put right, as you can see," Jenny said, with a smirk on her face.

Paula had made a good job of it so the guy's ribald remarks were as expected. They all played the game by keeping their voices down, not wanting an interfering teacher to investigate a noisy classroom. On a student the outfit would go fairly unnoticed but on a teacher the short skirt was on the wrong side of improper. On a responsible mature woman it suggested she was being a bit of a slut. 

The small bra pushed her breasts up into a perky shape with plenty of cleavage under the sensible blouse. The bra was thin enough over the aureole to show as a dark shadow. Jenny remembered why none of the girls wore that kind of bra, because when cold or they became excited, the nipples would show stiffly through it and the blouse.

All the guys were looking at her with tongues hanging out just because it was a teacher. The woman had experience of sex, so maybe that was the reason they all looked at her like wolves after prey. Jenny looked at their teacher. She stood there, not with hands on hips demanding respect but timidly, as though she deserved nothing and expected nothing. 

Jenny saw Graham looking at her with a more sympathetic look and wondered why. He kept looking away from her without the usual little knowing looks they normally shared. He looked furtive, as though wanting to be somewhere else. Deciding to test out the idea it had something to do with their teacher she raised her arms, waving the class to silence.

"I'm sure you all approve of this young girls attire today. Give us a twirl young lady," she said. 

Jessie missed it at first then took in what had been said. "Jenny!" she said in a whisper, hoping the others couldn't hear. "I'm your teacher, you mustn't, do this, it's wrong, please," she whispered desperately. They all wanted to toy with her because she was a teacher and an adult. She felt the atmosphere closing on her from their expectancy, wondering what she would do. 

When Jenny gave an impatient look she didn't wait to be scolded like a little girl in front of the class, so started again. "Please miss, can I go to my desk, miss, please," she said, not meaning to simper but did and it felt appallingly pathetic. The young girl was determined to impress her authority on the class and her too. The whole class was behind Jenny so she dare not step out of line, she would have to play along with their game of torment the teacher.

She took a deep breath. It could be withstood for a couple of hours more, before she escaped to the principal's office. She turned around slowly, not wanting the bouncy skirt to ride up. With her back to the class she was told to stop. The very idea of having this young girl ordering her about was bad enough but being shown off to a class that was supposed to be hers was awful.

"Let's see if you could make it as a cheerleader young girl. Twirl your hips... faster," Jenny ordered. The light skirt kept a hold of the guy's attention as it bounced around with her gyrating hips, threatening to lift showing off the white panties. "Does her ass look big in that little skirt?" she asked the class, meaning only the girls.

A murmur of approval from the guys was matched by a murmur of disapproval from the girls. The hem kept flipping up unpredictably so the guys had to watch carefully to glimpse their teacher's white panties. If they had girlfriends in class those girls looked on in disgust, whereas, the others watched in delight at their teacher being treated so shoddily.

Jenny looked at Graham seeing a hurt look on his face, though he tried to cover it up. Jenny crooked a finger at the teacher meaning for her to lean closer to hear something. "Don't stop," she ordered. The rest of the class couldn't see the pained look on their teacher's face that was a picture of humiliation. 

As she bent to hear what Jenny had to say she could feel the short skirt bouncing up to show more of her panty clad ass as she continued to gyrate. There was at least plenty of coverage but they fit tight between her cheeks and clung to her pussy. She could almost physically feel their eyes on her ass wriggling around. 

This was just another humiliation heaped on the others which she just gave in to, accepting it as part of a just punishment. She was being demoralized and belittled before the whole class but couldn't do a damn thing about it. 

"What have you and Graham been up to?" Jenny hissed at her. 

Jessie nearly collapsed on hearing the girl ask such a question. What was she to say? It couldn't be said, not here, like this. Her hands gripped the desk and she slowly collapsed over it continuing to wiggle her bottom. Slumped over the desk she looked up at the girl with a pleading look. "I'm sorry, Jenny, I didn't mean to, honest," she apologized. 

It didn't matter she was showing off her bottom to the whole class as everything behind her had been forgotten. She needed forgiveness or to be punished for her sins. This whole sorry episode needed a conclusion before she broke completely. 

Jenny hadn't expected this. Her boyfriend and her teacher had slept together! She only just managed to keep a neutral expression on her face. She could feel the anger growing as though it were building up to explode upon her features then out of her mouth in a blaze of fury. 

"How could you sleep with my boyfriend? You slept with your student! How could you let me down and yourself down so badly? Jessie, you're a bad girl," Jenny pronounced gravely. Her leg shook a little, the only outward sign of emotion. 

[hirarandi]

It was ironic being in this position, being told the very thing she might say as a teacher to a naughty student, yet she was the one having to accept it. "I'm so sorry miss. I really am, you can punish me for it but I can't undo it, I wish I could," Jessie said in all sincerity. 

Jessie had stopped wriggling her bottom. The class went very still, quietly straining to hear what was being so earnestly said between teacher and pupil, where it was the teacher obviously apologizing. 

"Do what you like with me, punish me, but please believe me, I didn't mean any of this to happen," she pleaded.

Jenny looked at her bent over the desk and knew what she had to do. "Stay right where you are," Jenny threatened, with hissed words and a steely gaze. She came back from the store cupboard with a long-ago abandoned item. It had fallen behind a rack, lost for many years, until discovered while tidying up. 

Jenny kept it behind her back but the teachers eyes were closed anyway as though in prayer. She felt so bad nothing could be worse. She had seen Jenny enter the cupboard imagining the girl could at least cry in private. It made her feel so bad, so weak, she couldn't stand. This public humiliation felt like a just retribution, as she could feel her panties were on show to the whole class. 

Nothing was being said, no noise of approval or disapproval so they probably thought her too old to be interesting. If she had eyes in the back of her head she would have soon realized the mistake for phone cameras were busy filming and snapping at her ass. The guys zoomed in for a close up hoping to see her crotch but were disappointed. 

Jessie was about to stand up and resume a place at a student desk; as humiliating as it would be to sit there among them after this. She would have to bear it as a part of the punishment. Jessie heard a swishing sound but didn't feel the unexpected pain for almost a whole second.

The class made a collective sound of astonishment. The inrush of air might have slammed an open door shut it had been so strident. They had been looking at her ass not at Jenny flexing the cane. It had been almost as much of a shock to the class as it had been to their teacher.

The unexpected explosion to her senses forced open her eyes wide with a little pathetic whimpering noise escaping the throat. Jenny put a hand on her back holding the woman in place though it wasn't needed for she was in shock. Already weak from being drained emotionally this inexplicable action floored her completely. 

Jenny was determined to pay Jessie back for this betrayal. It's wasn't his fault; he's just a poor guy giving in to the teasing and flaunting. One stroke was not enough and the white panties looked too innocent so she pulled them from her teacher's cheeks. 

The class again made a noise of astonishment only this time the outward breath sounded strong enough to sooth the red stripe across both cheeks. The girls knew something was up and the whispered messages seemed to bet on it being Graham getting between the two females. The cane confirmed it.

Jessie's head came up to yelp pathetically from another whack of the cane. Her perfect heart shaped bottom looked spoilt with crimson welts crossing it. To punish a student like this was highly illegal but there was nothing in the law to protect a teacher from corporal punishment. If she were to complain the whole sorry story of her capitulation would emerge for a far worse humiliation in the press.

Jessie was in shock and just lay there with Jenny holding her over the desk, ass up, showing off a striped bottom. With legs pressed together the lips of her pussy were squashed between them. Above those soft lips the indentation of a hard looking asshole was clearly tightly clenched.

"Please miss, I'm sorry miss," Jessie stammered, trying to bring her round by showing she had capitulated to her authority.

Another whack from the cane showed a strong determination to exact some sort of revenge. The drawn out moment between strikes when the class was hushed allowed everyone to hear the teachers little suppressed sobs. A teacher, a woman, a responsible adult was bent over having her naked bottom caned. 

"Please miss, I'll be good, I promise, please don't cane me," she wailed quietly, hoping the class didn't hear the pathetic plea.

The guys in class were silent, mesmerized by the sight of their teachers red ass. They could see her asshole clenching tight with every strike. The girls elaborated on what might have happened, some information derived from Paula, the rest was made up. The general conclusion was that the bad slut needed punishing. The guys would agree just for the spectacle of it. 

"Please miss, I'll be your student, I'll be a good girl, I'll do as I'm told miss, honest miss," she croaked, no longer caring who heard as long as the pain stopped. 

It went on for a long time as the universe slowly revolved around their teacher's bottom, as though it were a brown hole sucking in all of classroom time and space. It was certainly absorbing the guy's attention. It looked as though her ass had exploded in parallel lines, one after another, striping it red. No-one in class had ever seen such a thing only ever hearing about it from parents. The cane was real and her ass was real and the pain was obviously real. 

"I'm so sorry miss, I won't do it again, promise miss," she sobbed, sounding so very pathetic. 

They were beginning to feel sorry for her after eight whacks of the cane. Jenny seemed to come to with her vision clearing. Even she, for a moment, thought this was going too far. Her hand trembled wondering what to do next. Without thinking about it she looked across to Graham as she might have any other time. 

The way he looked at their teacher's ass stirred the aggression once more. She stood between them shielding her as though standing before a football game on television. He couldn't look at her knowing this retribution was because of him. At least he had the temerity to look highly uncomfortable but he hadn't done anything or said anything in the teachers' defense. 

Jenny wondered what it might take for him to jump up and stop her tormenting this woman who had been in bed with him. Incomprehensibly a language class came to mind. 'He fucked, she fucked and they fucked! The simple statement lit her eyes fanning the flames of anger.

She tucked the hem of the skirt, which was up anyway, into the waist band. "Stand up!" she demanded. Silent tears ran down the woman's cheeks. It was obvious she only just resisted rubbing her sore ass as her hands continuously twitched. She didn't want to show her face to the class.

The teacher had been embarrassed then humiliated now thoroughly disgraced. Before the entire class her bare ass had been caned. Jessie had felt her lips protruding between her thighs and guessed at her asshole being on display too. How could she face them, sit among them, when all would know how depraved she was. 

"Put your hands on your head," Jenny ordered. Her voice was hard and hid the concern for what she had done. Wondering what might happen for this outrage could be left to later while she dealt with this woman. "Go stand in the corner, naughty girl," Jenny said, unable to resist rubbing it in. 

She inadvertently stepped out of the panties, almost tripping, but couldn't stop to pick them up. The very idea of bending over in front of the whole class to pick up her panties was appalling. Out the corner of an eye she watched Jenny pick them up and for a terrible moment thought the young girl was going to make her put them on in front of everyone. 

A hysterical little laugh escaped her lips but the nasty little noise was thankfully drowned by the class chattering. It didn't seem a big deal compared to everything else but she imagined how it would look; the teacher being told to put her panties on by one of the students. 

Instead the girl held them by a finger and thumb as though they were soiled and dropped them in the trash. What next? The casual way they were discarded was humiliating enough. Would she be made to scrabble around in the trash to find a pair of panties to cover her nakedness under this short skirt? 

Jenny watched her as did the whole class. The woman was giving in to a demeaning insult as though she were a school kid. 

They understood she had reluctantly gone along with a little fun when she pretended to be a student. They hadn't realized what it had been doing to her, to lose all authority, then be treated and dressed as an adolescent. What they hadn't seen was what happened to her last night with Paula and Graham. 

Their teacher had been systematically stripped of her dignity leaving her completely subdued. They couldn't help looking at her and laughing, partly in embarrassment and partly with pleasure. The woman was standing with hands on her head showing off a bare ass striped red from a caning.

The whole class was chatting about what had happened, some blaming Graham, while others blamed the teacher. For what, was only partly known while the rest was made up. 

Jessie could hear the muttering and peels of soft laughter knowing it was all about her. If they became distracted enough she might be able to sidle to the door to make an escape. She shook her head for it would be impossible. As soon as she made a move someone was sure to notice and grab her even before the door was open. 

"Class! Put your phones away and settle down, we don't want outside attention, do we!" Jenny announced. 

Jessie was still far away in her own world of anguish. The statement did sink in eventually. The whole class had been using camera phones! Recording the caning of her bare ass! This dire humiliation was recorded! She leant forward to slump her head in the corner of the room. Desperate thoughts of escape were reduced to wondering how she might keep in their good books, needing to keep all of this a secret.

It seemed like forever that she stood there. So long that lunchtime was nearly upon them. A knock at the door stopped everyone from whatever they were doing, even drawing Jessie's attention from a little sorry world. A group in-breath of dismay was heard when a teacher walked in.

The students looked down at open books or even a bare desk rather than at him or their teacher. Mister Barker was a handsome ditherer who taught history and geography. He was one of those easily side tracked in class to tell stories until time was up and home work had to be set. The students could describe him in one word, harmless.

Right now though he was very dangerous for he could bring their game down around their ears. Paula was angry at this intrusion for she might lose her doll at any minute. As soon as he looked around she would be spotted. The stupid bitch wasn't even capable of pulling the skirt down to cover a bare ass. Paula was trying to will her into keeping quiet, keeping immobile, and pulling her skirt down.

Ben too was hoping she wouldn't be found out. He had heard the ribald remarks over what had happened between her and Graham and enjoyed watching Jenny's revenge. It might work to his advantage allowing him to gain some revenge against a teacher. He had just been putting an idea together when this teacher walked in ready to spoil his chances. 

The rest of the class listened carefully without looking up, pretending to study. They were either afraid of what might happen when their teacher was found after a thrashing or enthralled over the idea of this drip finding her and not knowing what to do. He was notoriously indecisive but surely even he couldn't ignore such a blatant breach of school rules.

Jenny was still angry and stood as soon as he entered ready to shout at the interruption. It floored her that this teacher knew her, having taught most of them this year and previously. 

He looked across the bent heads with a smile upon his face. "Well, that is nice to see, so many studious students, I was beginning to think the word students was a synonym for," he didn't finish for Jenny moved quickly up to him. 

The distraction quickly curtailed a Latin lesson. Standing close to him left it awkward for him to turn toward the front of the class where he would see their teacher, in the corner behind the door. To make sure he didn't turn she pushed a soft breast against his bare arm. 

He wore a short sleeve shirt and the fine hairs on his arm seemed to crackle with static. It might have been so for he wore cheap polyester, trousers, shirt and probably underpants too. He hadn't looked he just knew the pressure on his arm was of a feminine origin and it wasn't a hand.

No one would do that to him on purpose, not in his experience, so he was careful not to draw attention to the mistake. "I'm the student teacher for this week, can I help you?" she smiled. A slight wink was perhaps pushing her luck too far but he bit and swallowed. 

She watched a large Adams apple bob in a scrawny neck. It was the only unfortunate part of him, except for his personality, which was not so much unfortunate as missing. She turned slightly to keep him looking in the right direction. Her breast pushed tighter into his arm. She thought this was probably the biggest thrill for him all week. 

She looked him straight in the eyes. "What can I do for you, I'm at your disposal," she said, only just refraining from adding the little word, 'Sir'. She had been his student so of course she would automatically say the word but then he would probably have taken a closer look at her.

In any case she was still expecting him to look up from her cleavage and be recognized. 

This was as much fun as fooling Mister Chapman. This time she had a grudge to settle. If this teacher turned to leave, the game would be over, with consequences to pay for. They might all be expelled or at the very least the three of them would be.

"Miss Brown's class, I was looking for it," he said, at the same time trying to clear his throat. 

Jenny felt the suspender belt against her hip when pushing against him and it gave her an idea. "It's the next class along this corridor," she purred. "You probably won't find her though because all the regular teachers are off leaving us student teachers to it," she purred at him. 

"Thanks," he said, but made no move to leave. Her breast was pressed against his arm and her hip was firmly holding him from turning toward the door and their teacher.

"Would you do me a big favor in turn?" she asked. The sweet way she asked left him nodding unable to speak.

"Will you help me with something in the store room?" she asked.

She nudged him in the right direction, to walk to the back of the class with her following close on his heel in case he turned around. She just hoped someone in the classroom would take the initiative to move their damn teacher. 

She needn't have been so skeptical for Graham and Paula as well as Ben moved together. They let Paula pull the skirt down and guide their teacher to a desk as though she were blind. She didn't so much bend her head to study as collapse her head onto a pile of books.

They left her there wondering what Jenny was up to.

Jenny pushed his back moving him into the store room and quickly closed the door behind them before he could turn around. The dim light was on and he did turn with a questioning look on his face. 

She was going to ask him to move a box of paper but that seemed foolish now for any of the guys in class could have managed it. 

"What, err, what may I do for you, miss, err?" he hesitantly spoke.

"Jessie, it's Jessie," she said. He was still waiting with an expectant look on his face rather than ask outright with any determination. "It's embarrassing," she smiled pathetically, still trying to find an excuse to keep him there. It occurred to her he didn't really need much of an excuse to be in close confines with an attractive young woman.

A naughty idea occurred and she wondered if it might be possible. "I've done my back in. It's alright when I stand but really painful when I bend. I'm not sure if I should even mention this," she broke off suddenly. She was about to laugh but felt it looked as though she were embarrassed.

"Can you keep a secret, I wouldn't want this to get around, I would feel so awful," she said, looking at him in earnest. She was rather proud of how sincerely she could lie. 

"Whatever it is I'm sure I can help, I would be most pleased to," he smiled, trying to look encouraging. Instead he sounded and looked like a pompous fool.

This was the second time she had brought a man into this small room that was nothing more than a large cupboard. They seemed to become brainless fools and it was immensely satisfying to wield such power over these so called responsible adults. 

"If you promise not to tell anyone I can let you help me," she said.

"I promise it will be our secret," he said, sounding even more like a pretentious ass.

"I can't bend over to reach the hem of this skirt," she took a deep breath, pushing her breasts in his face. "I need to pull my panties up. I couldn't ask one of the girls, of course, and all the women teachers are away on a course, or a jolly more like," she huffed. 

"You can see my dilemma of course!" she whispered dramatically. Before he could find his voice she continued. "If you could lift my skirt up I'll do what is needed. If you come close you won't be able to see anything. I'm so sorry to ask you, but I couldn't go around with them about to fall down," she complained.

"Oh! Of course not, I see your problem and understand," he said, moving close. 

"You won't say anything to anyone, will you!" she said, with a desperate look on her face.

"No, I promise," he said, in all sincerity.

She had him where she wanted him! Someone must have their teacher almost tucked away at a desk by now. To make sure she decided to keep him here a little longer, besides she was enjoying the naughty game. This one seemed so much easier to control she wouldn't get into trouble this time. "Just lift the hem of the skirt, so I can," she left it unsaid.

He stood very close with the idea he wouldn't be able to see her below the waist. He leant forward to reach down and put his nose into her cleavage. "I'm so sorry," he spluttered. She could feel a slight spray over her breasts. Fortunately there wasn't much of a cleavage on show as every button was done up.

She felt like telling him to just get on with it. "It doesn't matter, let's just get it done quickly, please," she said. More carefully he bent to reach the hem and pulled at it with an obvious lack of experience. "Careful!" she warned him. Wiggling her hips pushed her breasts from side to side before his eyes.

"Keep still, I can't reach," she told him. The only thing that moved was his eyes, swiveling from side to side following her cleavage. Jenny moaned, not from the close contact but from what it was obviously doing to him. It was exciting teasing the guys in class by showing off their teachers' panties and now putting this teacher in such an awkward position, it was all so very satisfying. 

He was becoming more aroused with every wiggle of her breasts as much as the idea of holding up the hem of her skirt. Jenny wanted to laugh at him for he obviously didn't get out much. She changed the moan into a groan of pain. "It's no good I can't reach them. It hurts my back too much. I got a touch of the waist band but they've slipped down out of reach," she told him. 

They had been perfectly all right but it had been easy enough to wriggle them down over her thighs, so now she really was in danger of loosing them. "Tell me if it's too much to ask, you won't think I'm terrible will you?" she said, looking at him with her big blue eyes. He didn't have a chance.

"Of course, no, I won't think that, of course not, err, what is it you want?" he asked, unsure if she had said something and he had missed it.

[hirarandi]

"I can't reach them and I can't go out there like this! Please, I know it's awful to ask, I hate to ask you, can you, please, pull up my panties," she stammered. She closed her eyes unable to look him in the face for he had a gleam in his eyes that spread to his face giving it the look of a small boy in a sweet shop. 

She would have laughed out loud and broken the spell in one moment longer if she hadn't closed her eyes. He fumbled at holding her skirt up, unable to tackle the two tasks at once. "Here, let me help, give me the hem and I'll hold it up," she said, with a sound to her voice as though it were an every day task.

He went down on his knees as she lifted the skirt up around the waist. She stood there with the panties hanging down around her thighs showing everything, though not so much as he expected. Her bush had been shaved into a strip of growth down over her pubis. Her legs were clamped together so everything was hidden between her thighs.

If he were disappointed it didn't show. For a moment he just knelt there. She noticed a slight bald patch beginning in the centre of his head which looked as though he would have a monks' tonsure in a couple of years. This wasn't the moment to warn him about a haircut though.

He tried to grab a hold of the panty waist band without touching her thighs but that would be impossible. With fingers hooked into her panties he tugged at them. Jenny hadn't ever had a man pull her panties up before and only one man had pulled them down. She gripped her thighs as though it were a rapist trying to pull them down not a volunteer pulling them up.

"You'll have to, I mean could you, open your thighs please," he said, almost choking on the words.

She knew what he meant but couldn't let him off the hook so easily. "That's not a very polite thing to say Mister Barker," she said, with a soft little gasp.

He tugged at the panties, demonstrating the difficulty. "Oh I see, or rather I can feel, I mean, very well," she said, while clearing her throat making it sound like an imposition. Jenny moved one foot aside then the other, hoping it would seem as though she had inadvertently opened her legs too much.

Looking own at him wasn't a problem for his concentration was all upon her crotch. She felt the panties slip a little and his hands slide against her thighs when he took a fresh grip on them. It was thrilling feeling this mans soft hands brushing her thighs. He didn't have permission to ravage her, only to help in this ludicrous way. She could feel his heavy breath upon her thighs as he began to almost pant. If he took any longer she would be too. 

He could see everything now! She could feel a particularly torrid breeze of his breath whip across her lips. If there was much more of that they would plump up and sheen with moisture, as if they weren't already. 

Pull them up tight, please," she said. Surely a man wouldn't pull his own pants up so tight, it might do him damage. She was tempted to ask him to smooth them into place. They were pulled tight between her cheeks and up her crotch to much her lips were protruding in them. The white cotton would show a damp patch if she didn't drop her dress quickly. 

"Oh! I just thought. No I couldn't ask you to," she said, in a frail voice.

"It's all right, anything you want," he said. Still not looking up at her while she stood with the skirt up showing off the panties. 

She was tempted to ask him to kiss her pussy, just to see his reaction, though she had to admit it wouldn't be just for him. "This seems so silly. I won't be able to go to the rest room. You've already, err, well seen everything. I wonder if you could just take them off. I can go to the rest room at lunch time then. I'm being such nuisance I know, I'm sorry," she apologized, as though she meant it.

"That's alright, it makes sense, I guess," he said. He put his hands up to her panties not bothering to try to keep his hands off her thighs. She hadn't complained before so he took a little more of a liberty this time. After all she had asked him to pull her panties down so what did she expect?

"It must look so ugly I understand if you don't like doing this," she commented as he hesitated. 

He kept his hands on her white outer thighs just below her hips, reluctant to let go, to pull them down. "Pardon, I'm not sure what you mean?" he asked.

"My, err, down there, is it a messy ugly thing?" she asked, nervously. 

"No! Not at all, you mustn't think that, it's quite exquisite, beautiful," he stammered. The shy history teacher hadn't ever seen a woman from this angle before and had never been this close to such a beautiful creature and had never expected to either. He underestimated himself in many ways and in consequence had lowered his ambitions, toward women too.

"Do you really think so? I've never seen it but it feels ridiculous when washing," she calmly stated. "This is so funny, in a peculiar way. Discussing my private place with you, a complete stranger, I think you must be a very experienced man to leave me feeling so relaxed about it," she said. 

"It's a pleasure, I mean I don't mind, not at all," he said, trying to sound matter of fact about it as though he were a man of the world; after all he was a geography teacher. "It looks nice, very neat, like an oyster, perhaps," he commented, though he had never seen an oyster before and this was the first time seeing a woman like this. He had fondled a little before doing his duty, but never seen it like this. 

He had stopped pulling them down to kneel starring directly at her pussy. Perhaps she should call in some of the guys from her class for a second opinion. She figured most of them had more experience than he did. "Do men actually, I can't ask, it's dreadful," she said.

"What, go on I won't mind," he said, interested in anything she had to say that was dreadful. He was pleased she hadn't scolded him for just holding her panties half mast, with her pussy exposed.

"You will think me a terrible girl, but do men actually kiss, you know, down there?" she said, in a conspirators whisper.

"Yes," he croaked. 

"Well! I didn't believe it, didn't think anyone would want to do such a thing. You must think I'm terrible asking such a thing. Am I naive? Inexperienced then, I'm sorry to put you through this but I've never been in this position before. I need to take advantage of your knowledge and experience. What is it like? Kissing it like that I mean," she asked.

"Oh! Silly me, your right, you wouldn't know," she giggled. "I guess it isn't much fun for a man," she mused, and stood thinking a moment. She was hardly innocent but did genuinely wonder what it might feel like. "Would you do me a big favor? I mean if it's not too much trouble and doesn't make you feel sick. I don't suppose it's very nice for you, but if you could I would be so grateful," she hesitantly asked.

By this time he was unable to speak being reduced to a nod or shake of his head. She knew he was too far gone to reason that he was being wound up, or even if he was aware it wouldn't have mattered to him. His mouth hung open with a tongue nearly hanging loose, as though he were the village idiot or a dog waiting for a bone.

She gently eased her hips forward without him noticing she was being a brazen hussy. He lent forward with eyes wide trying to take it all in for posterity. He puckered his lips and kissed. He was desperately trying to remember if any of his friends had said anything that might help. He told himself to use his imagination. But what if he did the wrong thing? Should he blow into her hole as though it were her ear?

He sucked on her lips as she pushed forward maneuvering over his face. Inadvertently he sucked too hard. Her lips and what ever else were there, bits he couldn't identify with a name, by sight, or by feel, were sucked into his mouth. He froze thinking he had hurt her. The sound she made was from an awful agony.

"My! Oh! My! Do it again, please," she hissed. 

Still holding her bits in his mouth it all changed from being a mistake to a technique. He rolled them around in his mouth pulling on her lips, licking and sucking powerfully. He listened to her suppressed moans for guidance. Gently biting on her sex he was surprised to hear an excited groan. He was too afraid to bite hard but nibbled and licked as hard as he could. One hard piece of flesh was rubbed and became significant to him when she grabbed his hair and thrust her sex into his mouth.

"Yes, Oh, Yes, please, more, please," she moaned. Although highly aroused she was a woman and aware of the danger if anyone heard so kept the sounds of ecstasy low. If he were to make any noise it would be muffled as though gagged.

"I'm there, keep still, please," she insisted. Holding his head tight she rubbed her pussy over his mouth and nose, finding her nub and tongue, not needing the stimulation yet enjoying it.

"I never knew, I didn't know it could be so," she tried to tell him.

The mild mannered history teacher beamed with confidence as though her were a newly discovered superhero. It was a new discovery of his as well as hers. This first time was more spectacular than all the sexual experiences he ever had, ever. It didn't matter he hadn't cum but he had given her such a spectacular orgasm he felt he was a super stud. 

He didn't know she always let herself go, unable to control the lust. Or, at least the few times she had made love it worked out to be a sensual lust filled sexual experience that she couldn't control. Her history was with Graham twice, the teaching examiner once and now with Mister Barker. 

Still on a high she had forgotten about their teacher being hidden amongst the students, though he certainly wouldn't notice her or anything else but Jenny. He would believe Jenny was the student teacher or anything else she cared to tell him.

[hirarandi]

Jenny looked after the class while Jessie sat throughout the period up to lunchtime with her head slumped on a desk. She needed to sleep, to clear her head, but that was impossible with so many dark thoughts clouding her mind. 

It was supposed to be Jessie's class yet she had let one of her students take it over. What she hadn't expected was for Jenny to conspire with the rest of the class to take her over too. They had revelled in their teachers' demise, so pleased that one of their fellow students had usurped Jessie's position they played along. 

The threat of losing her career in teaching kept her bowing to their pressure. At first Jessie had gone along with the plans just to keep them on her side but it had quickly spiralled out of control. Out of control for her but spun her deeper and tighter into their web of deceit. 

This morning Jessie had been so miserable from guilt at letting Jenny down she felt the girl had the right to punish her, as though she were one of the students. Being humiliated in front of the whole class was pushing her further into that role. She didn't expect Jenny to lose her cool and spank her. 

In a moment of anger Jenny bent her teacher over the desk and spanked her bare bottom, while the whole class watched. She hadn't intended to it just happened. She blamed Jessie for she was a mature woman and should have stood up to her. Now the whole class was behind Jenny and looked at Jessie with contempt. 

The young eighteen year olds didn't understand Jessie felt guilty over letting everyone down. She let the class down by getting into this stupid position in the first place; letting herself be manipulated into pretending to be a student for the last couple of days. She let Jenny down when the examiner had molested her in the cupboard and all she could think of was saving her career. To add insult to injury she ended up sleeping with the girl's boyfriend. No wonder she had thrashed her in front of the class.

Jessie couldn't help thinking she had deserved it as punishment for this big mess. 

"Everyone has gone to lunch, we had better get something too," Jenny said. She poked the woman with finger. "We need to face the examiner this afternoon," she reminded her. 

Jessie looked up at her. "Do we have to? Can't we just confess to a stupid mistake," she said. Seeing the look on Jenny's face was a reminder the girl liked playing teacher, liked wielding power in the classroom. 

"No! We've been all through this before; you can't leave us in the shit. If you walk out we'll all be in trouble, probably expelled. You started it and so you've got to see it through. Anyway I'm in too deep with Mister Chapman," she said, without explanation.

"That damn teacher too!" she said. "He's going to be keeping an eye on me, wants to go out some time, just bloody great," she sighed. "You've caused a lot of trouble, young lady," Jenny huffed at her teacher.

Jessie heard her pupil calling her a young lady but didn't think anything of it. Both young women had slipped into the new roles, accepting them, for their own reasons.

"Maybe you should take over my job, you seem better at it," Jessie chided her, with a sniff.

"I saved your job and reputation with the examiner and just now with that teacher. What is it with you lot and store rooms?" she asked, not expecting an answer. She could see Jessie wanted to ask what happened in there but she was still working that one out. She didn't want to believe she was kinky in some way yet twice she had sex with men in that damn store room. 

"I've saved your ass too many times for you to spoil things so keep your head down and do as you're told, understood?" Jenny told her. She was gripping the teachers blouse screwing it up in a tight fist. The anger was plain to see and Jenny quickly let go of the woman who looked frightened. Jenny straightened the skirt and picked imaginary fluff from it. The automatic movement gave her a moment to calm down. She wasn't kinky, she wasn't!

Jessie looked at Jenny seeing signs of strain. She wondered what had happened to the poor girl to leave her so shaken. Those two teachers had taken advantage of her inexperience to maul her. She just hoped it hadn't gone any further than that.

"I'm sorry miss. Please miss," Jessie asked, with a suitably respectful voice. It was obvious Jenny enjoyed being an authority figure and these signs of submission by a teacher boosted her ego. Jessie hoped to push her into a better mood, partly to get something she wanted.

Jessie needed to get home to change into something reasonable. She was wearing a short skirt and skimpy top, which wasn't too outlandish while posing as a student and she was getting used to these brief outfits. On a mature woman however, she was only too conscious the outfit looked far too lewd, especially as she was a teacher. To make matters worse she had lost her panties and couldn't ask her student for them back; the words stuck in her throat. 

Graham was keeping a low profile and quickly disappeared out of the classroom at lunchtime. The others too quickly filled out busy discussing what had happened to their teacher. All of them kept the secret from wanting to see what would happen next. Not one of them let slip their teacher was being treated like a naughty school girl in class.

Among the trees a shady spot was set aside with tables for those bringing lunch. It was safer there away from teachers and they could isolate Jessie from the students. Jessie stepped in front of Jenny and cleared her throat. The woman had been browbeaten to such an extent she needed permission to speak. 

"Sorry, miss, I need to go to the rest room," she said. Jessie wanted to keep well away from the girl but this was a necessary precaution she agreed with. One of the girls from class was allocated to escort her to the nearest rest room, a small one out of the way. It was usually a malodorous hole, as the caretaker often missed cleaning it, but it meant avoiding too much contact with either teachers or students.

Jenny watched her teacher walking away with one of her students as a chaperone in case they bumped into students. The girl would speak up for her warning them off in case of trouble and isolating her from chatty types, in case she was found out to be a teacher. 

It was delightful having her teacher asking permission to visit the rest room. The poor woman was getting used to being humiliated, though the pain of embarrassment still flushed her face she no longer protested. She seemed inured to it and had given in to the inevitability of seeing this thing through to the end.

Ben listened to the gossip going the rounds during lunch so figured this would be an opportunity to muscle in on the minding of their teacher. Graham had the job as he was Jenny's boyfriend but something had happened to spoil that arrangement; he didn't care about that just that it was his chance to get back at a teacher. 

"Hi Jenny, you're doing a good job," Ben started to say.

"What do you want Ben, I'm busy," she snapped. She nodded at a group of girls. "Those over there are spoiling for a fight before the end of year. I'm going to stop it," she said, with a determined thrust of her jaw.

"Good for you Jenny. About minding t, I mean the new student. I'd like to help out," he boldly stated.

"You? You don't volunteer to help anyone but yourself," Jenny accused. She looked him up and down then grinned. "OK! Rules! She stays at Paula's house. Paula is in charge and you do as she says and make sure 'She' does as Paula says. Most importantly you keep her on a tight leash. Do not let her out of sight for a moment. Understood?"

He saluted exaggeratedly but the grin on his face revealed this is exactly what he wanted. She knew Paula had her motives and he did too but that didn't matter so long as the woman turned up each morning for the rest of the week. 

"What if she goes to the rest room, the shower or," he began, in an attempt to make fun of Jenny. 

"I said keep with her at all times, do not let her out of your sight, yes, even the bathroom. If you don't turn up with her tomorrow morning I'll promise the football team a treat and in turn they use you as a practise ball. Got it fly boy?" she said, with finger stabbing his chest. 

As the impromptu speech sank in she realised what had been said about promising the football team something to motivate them, and flushed red. He didn't seem to notice anything as he focused on getting what he wanted.

He saw her face go red and thought it was anger for her face held a stern look of concentration. "What ever you say, you're the boss, or should I say teacher?" he smiled. Not wanting to jeopardise this opportunity he slapped his lips shut. Keeping a tight leash on this student teacher sounded an ideal revenge. 

Keeping an eye on her in the shower? He couldn't believe it but maybe that was where Graham went wrong. He hadn't kept such a close eye on her so she must have made an escape attempt. Even that mistake played into his hands. Perhaps he could get away with keeping her on a leash; even if Jenny hadn't exactly meant it he could try this on with Paula.

Jenny couldn't see Jessie but knew she could trust Barbara to look after her. "Go on then, I don't need you till home time," she told Ben. It was a good feeling when everyone did as she told them. Even awkward Ben was trying hard to co-operate. 

Jessie had her head down, deep in thought, trying to work out a way of escaping the terrible adolescence. The trouble was that at eighteen some of them were more devious than she was at twenty-eight. 

They turned the corner and Jessie walked slap bang into a big round girl. "Oh shit," Barbara exclaimed. The muscles on her arms would have been impressive on a male weight lifter. No one knew if she lifted weights or did any exercise at all as most kept out of her way. Big Katie didn't have to rely on reputation her size was enough to warn anyone to keep their distance.

Like a fly she swatted the teacher letting the woman fall to the ground with a look of complete surprise on her face. The whites of her eyes showed around the pupils and her mouth was frozen open in a gasp of 'O', as in 'Oh dear, this is trouble'. 

"So, who are you?" Big Katie asked, with a voice showing complete unconcern, as though the woman had been a fly hitting a window. 

"She's with me, a new girl, in our class. I'm with Jenny," Barbara blurted out. 

"I'm not talking to you, dick fuck," she told the nervous looking Barbara. 

Her eyes were shifting from side to side wondering whether to run off for Jenny. Big Katie chuckled and they all looked in the same direction, at Katie, giving Barbara the chance to run for it. 

Jessie had turned over onto hands and knees, scrabbling up off the ground. Big Katie was looking at her, laughing, which wobbled parts of her body best not looked at up and down. Her little gang were all looking at the source of this strange phenomenon -- something that made Big Katie laugh. The new girl was on all fours pushing up off the ground and the skirt had fallen over her hips revealing a bare ass. 

Katie's tough leather boot shoved Jessie's ass, flattening her into the grass. With a toe she deftly flipped her over. Jessie was lying on her back breathing heavily, not from exertion, but from the shock of the assault. Katie kicked the girl's feet away, separating her legs to get a better look at the bare crotch. 

"Close shave, new girl," she laughed. "I don't shave, look," she said. She casually pulled the crotch of a very large pair of knickers to one side revealing a verdant growth of black curly hair. Jessie looked away in disgust but unfortunately it showed on her face. 

The large girl moved with surprising agility. She pounced on her prey and pinned the poor teacher with a knee either side of her face. Jessie was unable to look away. She had a close up view of the horrible thing. The weight was crushing her ribs making it difficult to take a breath and even then the smell was unpleasant. 

"Lick it," Big Katie commanded. 

There was nowhere to turn. No way of escaping this awful thing. Jessie decided, as she had with everything else recently, to do as she was told. Hesitantly her tongue pushed out into the undergrowth, exploring this unknown place. She licked the lips with abroad sweeps of her tongue. It wasn't as bad as she thought for she could taste soap on them. The pussy dominating her was leaking profusely so there was little option but to suck it up or have it run all over her face. 

For some strange reason Jessie thought it would be more unbearable if the girl found out she was a teacher. Lying flat on her back with a student on top of her pinning her to the ground was undignified enough but she was licking the damn girl's pussy! The weight on her shoulders kept her down and the girl's pussy was shoved hard into her face, so there was no escaping the ordeal.

"Do a good job and I'll make you my cunt licker. I could do a with permanent lick girl. You can spend time learning how I like it. Very good, further over, that's the spot. So what are you?" Big Katie asked. 

"I'm a new student," Jessie lied. For a fearful moment she thought the deceit had been found out; that this bully was telling her to admit to being a teacher. 

The girl leaned back and slapped her pussy a big stinging smack. "You want the job?" she asked. 

"Yes miss, thank you miss," Jessie responded to the pain without thinking. "I'll be your suck bitch, miss," Jessie added, having recalled what Paula had said this morning. 

"With some proper training you'll make a good cunt licker, new girl," Katie smirked. "Do you like the taste of my juice little lick girl?" 

"Yes miss, you are tasty, you have a tasty pussy, miss," she quickly responded, not wanting her pussy slapped again. 

"So what are you?" she asked again.

"I'm a slut miss, I'm your cunt licking slut miss," Jessie whimpered, into the girl's streaming cunt. 

Hot salty tears mixed with the taste of pussy juices. Jessie felt sorry for her self and had the right to be dejected. Instead of walking around the school with head held high she was looking up at a student's pussy. She was the teacher only every student she came into contact with treated her with disdain, thinking she was just a new girl at the school. 

At least that was better than what her own class thought of her. They despised her for behaving like a wimp.

If she hadn't been so ground down she would have put up a fight to save her dignity but this bully could see how pathetic she had become and took advantage. Having to say those dreadful things added to the misery that her life had become. After letting everyone down so badly it was true, she was a worthless slut, good for nothing except submitting to others will.

Without being prompted she tried out the nasty words again, hoping they might ease the pain of guilt. "I'm nothing but a cunt licking slut, miss," she said. "Thank you for letting me lick your tasty cunt, miss" she added, wallowing in self pity. 

Jessie buried her face in the big flabby pussy as though trying to burrow a way in, out of sight and away from the dire humiliation. The girl's juices covered her face with an overpowering smell. She felt so damnably worthless it was a fitting punishment. 

"Let her up, Katie," Jenny stated calmly. 

She hid her fear well. A teacher could arrive any moment to discover Jessie when the string of lies would unravel like a cheap sweater. Jessie didn't have the slightest self-respect left after what they had put her through, so would probably tell all, despite it fatally wounding her career. They would be in serious trouble then.

Katie looked at her not bothering to even acknowledge there was a challenge. "I'm enjoying my new pussy licker. She's in training," Katie stated, with a derisory laugh.

Ben stood one side of Jenny and Paula the other side. Paula tightened her fists despite Jenny warning her not to say or do anything. She had permission to hit one of the big girl's friends but that was all. 

Melisa walked up beside Katie and grabbed an ear, twisting it hard. "Naughty girls must be punished and I know all about that!" Melisa told her, in a harsh tone of voice. The big lump fell backwards as Melisa stepped back. She knew how to control her siblings when they got out of hand and this big lump of a girl presented no problem to her. 

One of Katie's friends made a step toward the two of them but Barbara stepped in front of her with arms folded and dare in her eyes. Paula took a step toward the others and they slipped away from the look of rage on the girls face. 

Katie was lying back on the grass stunned. No-one had dared come close to her unless she wanted them to, let alone touch her. Winding up to a reaction to this challenge she was on the verge of rising up to shout and punch. Instead Paula kicked her in the kidneys and then the stomach. Even through the layers of fat it was enough to wind her. 

"That's enough!" Melisa told her and grabbed an arm pulling her away. 

Katie was astounded. The venom was more than the blow was worth, striking her hard. "OK! I get the message. Leave precious new girl alone she belongs to you lot. You've taught her to be a good lick girl," she laughed. 

Paula kicked out but was luckily held back by Melisa as Katie was ready for her this time. 

"We've all had a bit of fun so let's call it quits. OK?" she smiled. 

"Just go! If you run you might catch up with your so called friends, you can run can't you?" Jenny said, wishing she hadn't.

Katie rolled over and stood up. She noticed only Ben took a step backward away from her. The others stood their ground showing solidarity of purpose, to protect their new girl. She looked at the mess curled up on the ground. "It was good while it lasted," she teased. Knowing when to give ground she spun on a heel and sped off to torment someone else. 

Barbara didn't need telling she forced Jessie up off the grass and pulled her into the rest room. As much as it pained her she whipped the goo off the woman's face. It no longer occurred to her to think of the woman as a teacher or anything more than a fellow student. Rubbing the sticky stuff off her face was still a nasty job but she had let Jenny down so needed to make up for it. 

Jenny took a hold of Ben's shirt collar and pulled him close. "Change of plan! You start now not home time. Look after her. Keep her safe and away from everyone, got it?" Jenny demanded. 

"OK! Will do," he said. Despite the promise he hesitated outside the girl's rest room. He looked at Jenny to receive a scowl instead of encouragement. He walked in. Neither his teacher nor Barbara objected. He looked at the teacher having a girls cum scrubbed off her face and wondered how he was going to top that? The answer dawned on him in an instant. 

Up until then he hadn't thought about what he was going to do to her just that he would have the opportunity of embarrassing her was enough. After seeing this it became obvious. It also became clear how subdued and how pliable she had become so anything was possible. A great big grin lit his face. 

*** Part Two -- back to being a doll.

Back in class everything seemed normal. No-one would make a head count but if they did there was one missing. The teacher was curled up in the store room silently sobbing. As exhausted as she was it was impossible to sleep. At every sound she started in fear, but the door remained closed until the end of classes. 

Jessie desperately needed to escape this nightmare and needed some time alone to plan how that might be possible. Three more whole days were ahead of her and she just hoped the worst was over. They had saved her and protected her from that disgusting bully so maybe if she did as she was told they wouldn't humiliate her any more.

[hirarandi]

Jenny opened the door and pulled Jessie up off the cardboard the teacher had been laying on. Nothing was said. Paula took her hand and guided her out of the school to the car park. Almost all the cars had driven off home but Jessie didn't notice as she hid her face in long hair.

Paula drove as before with Ben in the front seat looking back keeping an eye on Jessie. 

Jessie thought it would be better to just go along with Paula, hoping if she didn't resist, the dreadful girl wouldn't humiliate her. With a bit of luck Paula might even become bored with it or wouldn't play the humiliating game in front of Ben.

They marched upstairs to Paula's part of the house. She was an only child and was used to having her own way, except when it came to receiving attention. She had the whole top floor of the house to play with her dolls; a lonely existence but she was used to it. 

"Get a beer Ben, they're in fridge, in the kitchen," Paula told him. "It's OK. Mom will be out until later and she won't notice."

"Here we are at last. I have a couple of outfits to try on you, doll," Paula said. 

The look of pleasure revealed how much Paula had been looking forward to this part of the day so there was little chance of escaping this particular humiliation. "Yes, mistress, thank you mistress," Jessie replied. Perhaps she was piling it on too much but Paula said nothing merely looking at her intently for a moment. 

If she ran downstairs Paula would call for Ben to catch her and the mother when she arrived would be too far gone to help. Jessie sighed heavily in resignation of another evening playing at being a doll. 

"Get undressed while I choose something for you," Paula told her. Paula disappeared into the walk-in wardrobe, with a big smile on her face. All the outfits she had collected, that she could never wear, were going to have a new lease of life. Some of them she copied and sewed for her dolls, not ever dreaming they could be used to dress a full size human doll.

She pulled out a genuine sixties dress, a real collectors piece. It was very nearly transparent and flowed out from a low neckline to a large round hem that floated around like a hula hoop. "Oh! This looks absolutely divine doll," Paula exclaimed. "Why aren't you undressed yet? I'm eager to try this on," she admonished the doll.

"Sorry mistress," Jessie said, nodding toward Ben standing in the doorway. 

"Don't mind him. Jenny told me he's to keep a close watch on you. I'm sure he won't mind us playing our little game," Paula cooed. "Quickly now or you'll be over my knee like this morning," she scowled. To get her going Paula slapped her ass. They were both reminded Jenny had thrown Jessie's panties away.

Jessie turned away from Ben to undo the blouse. She had been stripped off by Paula in front of Jenny's boyfriend like a sister too young for them to bother over being naked. Instead it was a humiliation for she was a mature woman and their teacher. Instead she was being controlled, undressed and dressed, by a callous youth who had been her pupil just a couple of days ago. 

It seemed such a long time being subject to these youths mistreatment. So long that she was becoming used to it. It seemed yet again they were to have an audience to this appalling dressing game for she could see Ben in the mirror staring at her. Removing the blouse she folded it and laid it over the back of a chair then all too quickly the bra followed. 

"Come on doll! Do you want me to undress you?" Paula complained. 

Reluctantly she unclipped the skirt and stepped out of it to stand naked in Paula's bedroom. Her eyes were drawn to the mirror to see Ben's reaction to her naked bottom.

He stood absolutely still, almost dropping the beer, staring intently at the woman. Seeing a teacher having her mouth banged this afternoon by Katie would have been good enough to consider revenge exacted, but this was so much more thrilling. Watching the teacher strip naked, with no choice but to obey Paula, was a magnificent retribution and this was just the beginning. 

"You're too dirty to try these on. They are valuable antique garments. Go and shower, you filthy dolly. You still have grass on you, oh! No! That bullies' fluid has run down your neck. Yuck! Take her to the bathroom Ben, she knows where it is," Paula huffed at them. "Make sure she washes thoroughly," Paula added.

Ben poked his teacher's bare ass with a finger having gained some confidence in this strange situation. He was in a state of excitement wanting to phone and brag to all his friends, yet knew it had to be kept secret to continue taking advantage of her. "You heard what Paula said, get a move on, doll," he chuckled. 

He always thought Paula was a bit weird but right now he was willing to go along with whatever she had in mind. A beautiful woman had been ordered to take a shower and he was gong to stand right there and watch. He folded his arms trying to look tough but the boyish smile on his face revealed the truth that he had never seen a naked woman or even a bare breast before. 

Jessie felt Paula's bonds tightening about her. In the steam from the shower it was difficult to breath. That naughty young man was staring, not giving her the slightest privacy. She scrubbed at the dried muck that had squished from that disgusting girl's pussy over her face and down her neck. She shuddered on remembering having to lick that disgusting pussy. 

It had all been too much, how could she possibly fight this onslaught of continuous punishment. All she could do was ride the wave of degradation until it was all over. From her neck she rubbed her shoulders then her breasts. She scrubbed at every inch of flesh wanting to disinfect her body of that girls smell and touch.

Ben watched the woman rubbing her breasts, thinking she was enjoying rubbing them in front of him. Recovering from the surprise of it all his cock at last began to rise. He watched her not knowing she had become oblivious to it being a lascivious show. Her hands lathered between a spread crotch one down the slit of her pussy the other up the crack of her ass. 

She lifted one leg to wash it then the other. Each time he had something of a view between the legs. He had to remind himself this was a teacher's body he was getting a good look at. His hand froze on its way to his cock for an un-resistible rub through his trousers. 

"How she doing, ready? Come on doll," Paula said.

Jessie emerged from the shower, wet and gleaming, looking but not feeling as sexy as a centrefold, a pin up model of desire. Paula roughly towelled her dry. Ben watched closely every twist of the hips that wriggled a pert bottom and swayed the large breasts while Paula hauled her around. 

"Down here, doll, mustn't neglect anything," Paula insisted. Paula grabbed a bundle of torture instruments from a shelf and spread her victim's legs out. 

Jessie lay back with eyes closed dreading what was to follow. She heard the spray can hissing and felt the foam squish against her crotch where it was massaged everywhere, even over her asshole. 

"Not seen a dolly with a hairy snatch, have we doll?" Paula asked. The tone of voice demanded an answer and Jessie was feeling too vulnerable to risk a punishment.

"Yes mistress, I mean no mistress, what ever you say mistress," Jessie squeaked pathetically. 

Ben looked on with greater amazement. Was there no limit to this teacher's disgraceful behaviour? He reminded himself how thoroughly the two girls had her trapped and began to feel sorry for her, even some admiration at how well she was taking it. 

"Here you had better finish this your more experienced that me," Paula told Ben. This was another way of tying him into her game with her doll, getting him to accept her authority, only she didn't think of it that way.

Ben stooped then kneeled between his teacher's legs. The poor woman had stretched them open from the slightest prompting from Paula showing how low she had sunk under the girls influence. Nevertheless he was more than willing to take advantage. He ran the razor over an inner thigh. A realisation that he would have to use both hands to stretch the skin tight made him chuckle with glee. 

He pulled and pushed at the pussy folds and around her asshole, purposely making a thorough job of it. Jessie could feel it wasn't Paula's hand, if anything he was gentler. He was certainly leaving nothing to chance, not a hair remained. She felt his hands over her bald crotch rubbing and testing every crevice. Eventually he declared the task complete.

Unlike that morning her pussy was dry, it had not been an exciting touch, though not unpleasant either. He helped her up from the floor and prodded her bottom back toward the mistress's bedroom. 

"Hands up," Paula ordered and proceeded to dress her doll. 

The teacher's body was silhouetted below the thin gauzy dress. It was ridiculous yet so very sexy without underwear to conceal her naughty bits. Walking around in high heels made the hem swirl around her thighs, rising to show off her bottom then bouncing to reveal a shaved pussy.

"Yes, I like it, it's just great!" Ben laughed. 

Paula looked at her teachers face seeing there a pitiable look that slid back to become neutral. She was pleased the woman was getting used to being her human doll. She didn't intend to dress her up for men all the time as it was just a way of putting her in her place, getting her to accept this role.

"Are we taking her out like that?" Ben asked. He made the question sound innocent enough but he had an idea, something neither woman would like. 

"Hmm? I'm not sure of that. Where did you have in mind?" Paula asked.

"A restaurant maybe?" he suggested.

"That sounds lovely, a good idea," Paula smiled at him and her doll.

"I'll take this bottle back to the kitchen," he said. 

"Something different for an evening out. What about this?" Paula asked herself.

"Please mistress, don't make me wear that, please," Jessie implored the girl. She felt so small and insignificant having to beg this young girl for something decent to wear but there was little choice. She couldn't go out in this dress and Paula was preparing to dress her in an even more ridiculous outfit. 

Paula stared at this living doll pleading with her and loved it. The delightful feeling of owning this woman, like one of her dolls, was growing each time the teacher submitted to being dressed up. The outfits were naughty, sexy and deliberately demeaning. Each time she was subjected to this dress-up game she became a little more accepting of the roll until she would soon become a lovely little compliant dolly. 

"If you're a good doll I might give you a choice of what to wear," Paula teased her. 

Jessie knew whatever the choice was it would be unsuitable but for the possibility of something reasonable Paula would have to be kept sweet. If only she could escape to her apartment for something to wear she would be able face the principal and escape this madness. With head bowed she gave in. The silly game would have to be played by this tormentor's rules. 

"Thank you, mistress, your doll promises to behave like a good little dolly. You own this dolly and she will do as she is told," Jessie squeaked. It was almost physically painful to give in so shamefully to this young student. She had given in to Jenny, even submitting this morning to a spanking in front of what was supposed to be her class. It was relatively easy here for there was nobody to witness the pathetic little scene. 

Jessie reluctantly pulled on the little satin dress over the frilly panties. It had been bought for Paula a few years ago but she had been too fashion conscious to wear it even then. Jessie was twenty-eight but right then felt like a very much younger sister to Paula's eighteen years. The dress only covered her hips as it was designed to show off a pair of absurd fluffy blue panties. It wasn't designed to conceal a pair of well developed breasts either. On a mature woman the low neck line robbed it of all innocence.

The blue soft satin with a stiff petticoat holding up the hem might seem adorable on a young girl but it felt farcical as she was a mature woman. The cuteness of it left her feeling highly uncomfortable, wanting to run and hide. 

The alternative was a short see-through dress with nothing underneath making it a very sleazy ensemble. It was decided then. Jessie would wear the little girly dress to go out for the evening. It was the going out part that brought her to the point of having a panic attack. 

"Come on, take another deep breath. That's it your fine now. Remember you promised to be a good little doll and obey your mistress. That's me," Paula giggled in delight. "so, do as you're told or I'll spank you're ass, understood?" Paula threatened.

"Yes, mistress, sorry mistress," Jessie grovelled. Running from one disaster to another kept her off balance unable to recover to formulate a strategy to win back some pride and self confidence. Instead she submitted to her mistress's scrutiny and the little pulls, shoves and tucks Paula was making to the dress. She felt like a little girl again, submitting to parents dressing her up for a Sunday visit to an elderly relative.

She would have to watch out for she was beginning to sink deeper into the role as Paula shoved and cajoled her ever more tightly into it. Thinking of danger reminded her she needed something from her mistress. "May I ask something mistress?" 

"As you've been such an obedient doll, you may," Paula told her.

It was excruciating to accept but she needed protection. "Please miss, may I sleep in here, at your feet mistress," Jessie asked. She felt more like a pet than a doll. It was necessary though. A repeat of last night's immoral episode must be avoided, even if it meant grovelling to her mistress. Sleeping in the spare bedroom with Ben must be avoided at all costs. 

"I'll see!" Paula stated, while stroking her dolls hair. "If you're a good doll and do exactly as you're told then maybe doll can sleep at mistress's feet," Paula added.

"Thank you mistress, I promise to be a good doll and to obey mistress," Jessie stated, trying to be sincere. She could see the girl was thinking about it and liking the idea. It would be a further humiliation but at least she would be safe from Ben. 

She knew that look in his eye and of course what could she expect? It was a wonder he hadn't taken her on the bathroom floor. If he had been older or had more experience he would have. She shivered as though a cold wind stroked her body. She had been ready for him if he had made a move. Not ready to fight but ready to let him take her. 

"Let's do something with this hair of yours," Paula said, pushing her into a chair and grabbing a handful of hair. "Nice big curly pigtails will go nicely and I'm sure he will wait for us," she smiled.

Jessie looked at the result wanting to groan as though in pain but held back. It wouldn't do to upset her mistress after promising to be a good dolly. 'Damn!' she whispered. Jessie cursed herself for actually thinking of the damn girl as her mistress. It was one thing saying it to please her but thinking like that was very wrong. Though it hadn't occurred to her she had referred to herself as a doll.

"What was that, doll?" Paula asked.

"Darn lovely! They're so lovely, mistress. The pig tails look so girly they go perfectly with the dress, mistress. Thank you mistress," Jessie gushed, laying it on thick to cover the anger. It was so over the top it now seemed preferable to have looked like a slut wearing the see-through dress. What ever happened this evening she was sure to be humiliated to the limit of endurance.

[hirarandi]

Teacher is humiliated into submission

Jessie didn't want to get out of the car, so Ben took a hold of a wrist pulling her from it. To avoid a fuss, which would bring unwanted attention, she gave in. Lowering her head in shame she walked between two students, towards Ben's house. It shouldn't have been a big deal for a teacher to be out with a couple of students, except she was dressed like a little girly. 

The blue satin dressed flared out at her hips, to show off a pair of frilly panties. Her hair was up in pigtails, flopping over both ears looking cute, if she had been a little girl. If she had been their little sister it would be embarrassing, but as a twenty-eight year old, mature woman, it was excruciating. As their teacher, it was crushing her self-esteem, to be paraded around like this. What they intended to do to her, she dare not think about.

Letting her students takeover the class had been stupid in the first place. She let it get way out of hand, until they were running her life. The only consolation was, this week of torment, was very nearly over. With this in mind she gave into them, for an easier life, and to avoid another humiliating punishment in the classroom. Every time they mentioned she had been spanked, in front of the whole class by a student, she withdrew further into her shell. 

In the rough looking neighbourhood no-one said anything, but Jessie received some funny looks. She kept her head down, feeling the stares anyway. At least these eighteen year olds couldn't go into a bar, or a club, so maybe they would soon get bored with dragging her around. They would eventually give up humiliating her and take her home. 

Home had meant her apartment, only this week it meant Paula's house. If only she could escape them and get to her apartment, it would be possible to bring this torment to a halt. The students had her keys, for the car and the apartment, as well as her credit cards. In any case, she was desperate enough to walk there and break in, even in these terrible clothes. All week they had kept such a close watch on her, it had been impossible to escape the callous adolescents.

"In here, this is my place," Ben indicated to Paula. 

They bundled their teacher into a poor looking house. No wonder Ben was a rough kid, she thought. 

"Hi honey," a large, motherly looking woman, greeted Ben. "Who's this, aren't you going to introduce us?" his mother asked.

"This is Paula, a friend from school, and her sister," Ben lied. 

Jessie felt terrible, meeting a student's parents, dressed like a stupid little girl. It was a fashion among some youngsters to dress up like this, Cos-Play, she thought it was called. She was their teacher and a woman, only a few years younger than his mother. The style was demeaning, and her panties were on show, so how could she reveal who she was. There was no chance she could escape this dreadful situation by asking for help. Revealing she was their teacher was impossible to contemplate. 

"Does the little girl want some sweets," his mother asked.

Jessie nearly turned around, to see who was behind her. The woman's nose had red indentations, where a pair of glasses usually rested; explaining why she hadn't been rumbled. The woman was peering at her, expecting an answer. 

"Thank you, ma'am," she answered, in a polite, modest voice. 

"Come here dear," the woman said, with a toothy grin, revealing a missing tooth. 

She un-wrapped a toffee, and held it to Jessie's mouth.

The woman's hands were clean, but it was embarrassing being treated like a little girl, by another adult. Her students were watching, with smirks on their faces. She opened her mouth, allowing the woman to pop a sweet into her mouth. It was a cheap item, tasting of nothing but sugar. 

"Thank you ma'am," Jessie said, around the glob of sticky stuff.

"She's such a polite, little girl, so cute in a lovely blue dress," the woman said, while pulling at it, straightening it up. Her breasts went unnoticed without a bra, though if this was kept up, they would spill out the top. The woman lifted the hem up. Jessie had to suppress a groan of anguish.

The woman was one of those who missed having children in the house, young ones that were dependent upon her. She couldn't cope with teenagers, and especially Ben, who was wild and independent. 

"Oh! Such lovely blue knickers, they match your dress perfectly," the woman commented, to herself.

Jessie was already feeling vulnerable and embarrassed, and this added to her shame. The two adolescents were giggling at her. They were highly amused with their teacher, having her panties examined. Printed across her bottom was the phrase -- Miss Peachy.

"Look at this lovely little girl, honey," the woman said, drawing her husbands attention to Jessie. 

Hell! What now?

"Where's the food," the husband demanded. 

The woman took a hold of her hand, pulling Jessie into the walk-through dining room. "What do you think of her, she's a cute little thing, honey," the woman gushed.

"Kids, is that all you think about. Get the food on the table woman," he said. 

"You look after her while I dish up," the woman said, roping in the reluctant man.

He was a larger replica of Ben, with big beefy hands, and a red nose, from drinking too much. His wife lifted Jessie onto his lap as a underhand reproach, to his uncaring attitude, knowing he disliked being close to children.

Jessie sank onto his knees, with the short flouncy dress floating up around her waist. She'd no chance to protest, or avoid the miserable prospect of sitting on this man's lap. It left her feeling like a silly little girl, sitting on an uncle's knee.

"You look after her while I prepare the table," the mother scolded him. 

"If it means you'll get on with it!" he growled back at her.

Jessie cringed with embarrassment. The nasty smell of beer and cigarettes, wafted over her. He held her in a firm grip, not wanting her to be there, though prepared to co-operate, because he was hungry. All she wanted to do was get away from here. 

"Stop squirming, I'm watching the sport results," he told her. 

Jessie imagined sitting at the kitchen table with these rough people. Being made to sit there, until she finished every last mouthful, was dire prospect. What would be worse was listening to Ben and Paula, recount the humiliating scene in class tomorrow. 

"I said stop fidgeting, you'll spill my beer," the big man told her. He slapped her leg, to quieten her down.

Jessie looked at Ben and Paula, with pleading eyes, begging for help.

"We're going to my room," Ben said. 

"Take her with you," his father whispered, not wanting the wife to hear.

Jessie slipped off his lap into a heap at the man's feet. He looked down at her, with a dismissive look. Her legs were spread open either side of his. The large, loose panties were pulled askew, showing off her denuded pussy, looking like a little girls naughty bits. 

"Cover yourself up, you little tramp," he scolded her. 

Jessie heard Ben and Paula snigger, leaving her feeling dull and disgraced. She bum shuffled backwards away from the man. She looked down at herself, seeing her sex was on show, to Ben's father and her students. It was dreadful to be so dismissively treated. She pulled the panties over her naked pussy, with tears in her eyes. 

The humiliation showed on her face, from being thought of as a bad little girl, showing of her naughty bits. On Monday morning she had been a bright, desirable woman, treated with respect by fellow staff members. The male teachers were all smiles, pleased to receive just a smile in return. In just a few days she had been reduced to a snivelling child, grovelling on the floor at a stranger's feet. Summarily dismissed by this horrid man had trampled her self-esteem into the shabby carpet.

Paula pulled her teacher off the floor. "You naughty little girl," Paula scolded her, as though she were a dim little sister, needing looking after. "Be a good girl and do as you're told," she added, and slapped her bottom.

They traipsed through the house to a small room, which was obviously an adolescent's world, away from parents. Lurid posters of naked women covered every wall. There was junk everywhere. Ben shoved a pile of stuff off the bed. 

"You can sit there if you like," he told Paula. "You can get undressed," he told Jessie. 

She looked at Paula for support. She already felt vulnerable and fragile. So used to being told to remove her clothes, she resigned herself to obeying them.

"I'll get something of my sisters for her," he told Paula.

"OK! Go ahead doll, get undressed," Paula demanded. She was interested to see what he came up with.

Back in the room Ben flung clothes at her feet. "Try those on," he told her.

Jessie was hugging her body for protection, as Paula made her strip completely. The frilly blue panties wouldn't have been right, with the school uniform Ben had brought in. The pair of white panties was tight, but she managed to wriggle into them.

"My sister doesn't throw anything away. I found them in the back of the wardrobe," he explained. 

The white blouse was too small and the skirt too short, though it was a better image than the girly outfit. It was a local Catholic school uniform, his sister attended a few years ago. 

"That looks perfect for school tomorrow," Paula enthused. 

Jessie groaned. Dressed like this she would be shown up as a new girl, for no one wore a uniform at their high school. She would stand out, and with it being too small, everyone would take notice of her. So far, only her class knew who she really was, but dressed like this everyone, would be looking at her, with a greater chance of being found out. 

She was a teacher not a student, so it would be humiliating dressed like this, with all those eyes upon her. She remembered that nasty bully, hoping she didn't find her, and take revenge for what happened. 

"That's perfect Ben, well done. Come on let's get back, I want to dress up my doll," Paula told Ben.

They traipsed down the stairs, as only adolescents could, with a noise like a herd of elephants. 

"Where are you going now?" his mother asked.

"Nowhere," Ben told her. 

They left the house, slamming the door after them. Jessie was relieved to be going back to Paula's home. She was thinking of the place as a safe haven, away from prying eyes. She didn't have to think for herself, while simply obeying Paula. It allowed her to shut out what was happening, handing over all responsibility for the immoral actions to Paula.

As usual Paula dressed her up in a variety of bizarre outfits with Ben avidly watching. He was more interested in the in-between stages, when their teacher was naked. He complimented Paula's choices of outfit, as though he were a married man, with the wife preparing to go out; telling her each one was just perfect.

Jessie had to turn around, in a sheer body-stocking, displaying her body to them both. Paula was showing her off to Ben, as though she were an inanimate doll, something of little importance. Having become used to it, she turned and bent over as directed, no longer attempting to hide her sex. This awful behaviour was nothing, compared to the mistreatment in class. 

He thought it would never be his turn to humiliate the damn teacher, though Paula was doing a good job of it for him. The woman was looking more subdued with every change of clothing. She no longer bothered that he was ogling her naked body.

"It's time for bed, doll," Paula announced. 

Ben perked up hearing this. "Can I stay over?" he asked, seeing an opportunity to humiliate the teacher. 

"Of course you will! It's your job to make sure doll doesn't run off. Jenny's orders, remember," she smiled.

"Yea, err, OK." Ben answered, wondering if he might get his chance after all. He had wanted to take revenge on a teacher for humiliating him in class, even if this wasn't the one. The last teacher had left before he could get a plan together, so this one would have to do.

"Take doll for a shower, while I get her night clothes," Paula said. "Make sure she washes behind her ears, and every where else, thoroughly now, doll," she told them both.

"You heard her, doll," Ben leered.

Jessie no longer bothered about hiding her body from the nasty boy. She had become used to being naked, in inappropriate situations. 

He opened the shower door. "Let's see you wash everything," he said, emphasising the last word, with a smirk. "Or, I'll have to do it for you," he added.

She knew what he meant. She avoided her breasts for a moment then decided there was nothing for it. She soaped them in lather, massaging them before him. He was already stiff from the previous lurid exhibition, and this was exciting him all the more. 

In an agony of embarrassment, a hand went between her legs, while she kept them close together.

"Let's see, just so I can make sure you don't cheat," he told her. He was no longer smiling, as the expression turned to lust.

Jessie spread her legs, showing off the smooth, bare crotch. Ben only just refrained from reaching out to her. He needed to keep Paula sweet otherwise she might report him to Jenny. This was far more than he had expected, so why take a chance. Maybe he could sneak into her room, when Paula was asleep.

Paula called them, so he had to stop the exciting show. 

"This is your room, Ben. I'll get her ready for bed," Paula told him.

There was little chance of him sleeping, after watching that beautiful body being lathered, and massaged, so seductively. He would soon be flogging himself off, maybe then he could sleep. He would have some pretty torrid dreams too.

"Here we are, Ben. Doll is all ready for bed," Paula announced. 

He snatched a hand off his aching cock, hoping they wouldn't see the bulge from under the sheets. This was too cruel, showing her off like this. Teacher was wearing a baby-doll night dress, with a wide hem, floating around her hips. Not that it mattered how short it was, for the flimsy garment was see-through. Her pert breasts held the thin material up, with erect nipples pointing at him.

The matching, pink panties were see-through too. Somehow, her body seemed all the more alluring, from being partially covered. It occurred to him, he had learnt something from the teacher after all.

"This is the only spare bedroom, so I hope you don't mind sharing?" Paula teased.

"Whaa?" Ben managed to utter.

"Ben is in charge of you now, Doll, so do exactly as he tells you. Make sure you're a good girl, and Ben will be good to you, otherwise he'll spank you. Keep a close hold of her, all night, wont you Ben," Paula smiled.

Ben stared at his teacher, meekly sliding under the sheet with him. "Fuck!" he murmured. He didn't expect this! A thought flashed through his mind. This was why Jenny had been so angry at her boyfriend, Graham. He must have fucked the teacher! No wonder Jenny had spanked Jessie, before the whole class.

He had fumbled with a girlfriend, knowing it had to be quick before she changed her mind. This was different. This was a mature woman, with experience, and she had been worn down into complete submission. Paula had set this up, knowing what would happen.  

He was in bed with his teacher, and she had to do what he wanted! Now he had her at his mercy, it was a bit frightening.

She was laying there trying not to touch him. There were just a few inches between them, yet he could feel the heat of her body. She hadn't said anything. She still seemed to be docile, as she had been all evening. Had Paula's relentless torment of the woman, turned her into a compliant doll? The shock was receding, as he began to think of her as a fuck doll; letting his cock reason for him.

He levered himself up the bed, on his elbows. "Get down there, doll," he ordered. 

Jessie silently groaned. She knew what he wanted. She knew her fate was sealed, from the moment Paula dressed her up, and led her to the bedroom. Giving in to the inevitable, getting the unpleasant deed completed as quickly as possible, was her only thought.

To get through Paula's torment she submitted, consenting to think of herself, as a mere doll. It became easier to simply obey her mistress, being told what to do, letting the girl play out the fantasy. She continued with that escapist thinking, as a way to get through this terrible situation. 

Without a word, she slithered down the bed, to settle between his thighs. She formed her lips into an 'O' shape, trying to make it look as sexy as possible. She took a hold of his balls in one hand, feeling them tighten up, like large wall-nuts.

Delaying the unavoidable for as long as possible, hoping he might quickly cum, she grasped his cock in the other hand. She knew he was avidly watching her, so intended to make a show of it. Not realising he was seeing her as a slut she just hoped he might orgasm, before she had to suck his cock into her mouth.

He watched the teacher kiss the end of his cock. If she hadn't been gripping it so tight, he might have spurted over her pouting lips. He breathed in a deep draught of air, as she consumed him. Her head began to bob up and down its length. This was a far greater revenge than he thought possible. A teacher was sucking his cock, blowing him; he was face fucking a teacher!

It hadn't worked. She was forced to work hard on him, while he just lay there. Jessie sucked in a lung-full of air, and swallowed his cock down her throat. Her lips kissed his crotch and his balls grazed her chin. She felt his foot between her thighs and opened them. It was a shock to do such a bad thing. Feeling his big toe push against her pussy, brought home how aroused she was. 

Ben felt between her legs with his foot, and found her sex with a toe. He rubbed it up and down between her lips. He was too inexperienced to realise, the wetness down there was from her being so worked up. 

As he massaged her sex he found her clit. Jessie moaned. The indignity of being so turned on by a student worked on her, heating her up to a fever pitch. She bobbed her head in a steady rhythm, imagining his cock was where she needed it. Even the humiliation of having her clit rubbed by a students toe, was turning her on. 

The image from earlier that day, in the restroom, when her face was covered in slime from that bullying girl, came to mind. He had hoped to humiliate the teacher, by spurting over her face. He hadn't really thought it would be possible, yet here was his chance. With a great determination, he roughly shoved her head up, off his cock. 

He desperately wanted to cum in her mouth, and only just managed to avoid it, as he spurted his load. The look on her face was worth the effort. He was perplexed when the look of hurt, turned to disappointment. 

"Clean up your face, teacher," he told her, gloating over the despicable act. He watched in awe, as she spooned his cum from her face, with both hands. She swallowed it all, not missing a drop. 

"Why did you look disappointed, when I didn't cum into your mouth?" he asked.

Without thinking she answered honestly. "I wanted your sperm inside me, sir," she quietly spoke. 

"Keep sucking on my cock and you might get your wish," he said. There was a deep frown of puzzlement on his face. He concluded she must have been worked up, by the humiliation they put her through this evening. He had read about that, in one of his dirty magazines.

As a fertile eighteen year old, he was soon ready, from her sucking and licking so enthusiastically. He savoured every moment, closely watching his teacher suck his cock. Even he recognised how worked up she was. 

"You're such a slut, teacher. Or, should I call you doll," he asked. She didn't answer, as she had a mouthful of hard cock.

Jessie heard the mocking tones, and was deeply ashamed at how true it was. So worked up was she, it was impossible not to try and get what she desperately needed. It didn't mater that this young man was her student, for she just needed to feel a cock inside her.

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Get up here, on top," he ordered. 

With an eagerness, that blatantly revealed how desperate she was, Jessie manoeuvred her sex over him. 

"Wait!" he told her. She was poised over his cock, with glistening lips ready to devour him. She trembled with lust. 

"Please, sir!" she begged. 

Ben almost laughed at her, though he too was keen, to fill her pussy. He was intently looking at his teacher, knowing she was desperate for his cock. The words she used were exactly what he wanted to hear. A teacher was saying, 'please sir', to him! She was asking for permission, to mount his cock. 

This was sweet revenge indeed. "What do you want?" he asked. 

"Please, sir. Can I have your cock!" she cried. Tears of emotion pooled in the corners of her eyes, from both humiliation and desperation. 

"What do you want me to do?" he asked. He drew out the agony for her, as another teacher had for him. Only then it had been over an exam result, not this, not something so corrupt.

"Please fuck me, sir," she begged. The dire words left her lips, as though she were in great pain.

"You have my permission to fuck yourself, on my cock, teacher," he told her.

Jessie pushed down on to his hard cock. "Thank you, sir. Oh! Yes! Thank you so much, sir," she cried out.

He watched her pump up and down the length of his cock, avidly watching it disappear inside her. Seeing it reappear, worming out again was fascinating. "Stop!" he commanded. 

"Not now, please! Let me cum, please sir," she said, with a whining voice of desperation.

He reached up, grabbing her nipples and pinched them. She didn't yelp as expected, rather it spurred her on. He twisted both nipples hard, stopping her from bouncing on his cock. He wanted to try something from one of the dirty magazines under his bed. He pulled her feet up, around his ears. Her legs were straight out, with her full weight bearing down on his cock.

"Pull up the length of my cock," he told her. The look on her face was amusing. Her eyes grew large, showing the whites of her eyes. 

"Oh! Shit! Oh fuck!" she mumbled.

"What is it like?" he asked. She was absolutely still, impaled on his cock. He could feel her pelvis, hard against his bones. "What happened?" he asked.

"Your cock, sir, is right up inside. You've filled me right up. I can't move. Please, make me cum. Fuck me, please!" she pathetically whined. 

He had read about this, not expecting to try it out on anyone, let alone a teacher. It was his teacher, stuck on the end of his cock! She was even more desperate to cum, but couldn't move. She was dependent upon him, needing him to fuck her. Well, he had to obey a teacher didn't he?

"Where do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.

"Oh! Please, sir, fuck my pussy, please," she cried out.

"Do you mean your cunt? You can beg better than that, slut," he harshly said.

"Yes, sir, please sir! I beg you to fuck your slut's cunt, sir," she whimpered. 

He pushed up with strong hips and legs, moving her whole body. This time his cock stayed buried inside her, rather than moving in and out. It was her whole body that he was pushed up and down. Her tits jiggled with every thrust. He tried thrusting in different directions, getting them to dance to his rhythm. 

"What does it feel like to be on the end of my cock, teacher? You're the teacher, so teach me," he demanded.

"It's so deep. It feels as though you're stretching me inside, filling my entire body with your cock, sir," she whispered. Each word was reluctantly hissed, on a long breath, as he heaved at her.

It was thrilling to hear his teacher talk about his cock. "Does it hurt?" he asked.

"No! Oh no! It's wonderful!" she moaned.

The wide grin on his face felt permanently stamped there. A teacher was calling him 'sir', and telling him his cock felt wonderful inside her cunt. Life couldn't possibly get any better than this. He reached up and twisted her nipples. She tried to squirm free but didn't attempt to stop him. Her arms hung loose at her sides, as she bounced up and down like a puppet.

"Don't stop now, please! I'm going to cum!" she cried. Her whole body stiffened. Her hands became clenched fists, and her toes curled. She let out a long low moan. He held still, holding his hips up, penetrating her body as deeply as he could.

She yelped quietly, a little gasp. She flopped backwards, swooning in a world of ecstasy. 

He held her up by her nipples. She was sweaty and looked as though ready to collapse. He began to work her up again. Pushing up slowly and forcefully, enthralled with how she seemed to come alive. She was ready to cum again and so was he. 

On feeling him spurt deep into her vagina, she too felt an orgasm. Not so intense this time, yet good and deep. 

He pulled her onto his chest holding on tight. Feeling his cock recede from her brought a sense of satisfaction, wiping away all thoughts of vengeance.

***

Paula woke them early. She pulled the sheet away to reveal their naked bodies. "You're both sticky, you must have had a good night," she grinned. 

Ben didn't care that Paula was staring at them. He had woken up his teacher a couple of times during the night, to fuck her. He felt proud of his prowess. 

"What do you have to say for yourself, doll?" Paula asked. 

"Thank you mistress," Jessie quietly replied. 

"What about Ben, doesn't he deserve your gratitude," Paula asked. She was enjoying the look of embarrassment on her doll's face.

"Yes, mistress. Thank you sir, for fucking me, sir," Jessie said, lowering her head in shame. 

"Get doll showered and dressed, while I prepare breakfast for mom and us," Paula told them.

Ben showered with Jessie, exploring her smooth soft skin, no longer leering at her. He treated her with more care, after having had her to himself all night. He laid his teacher on the bathroom floor, and shaved her closely. He didn't have to tell her to spread her legs, as she submitted to the indignity, accepting it as a normal routine. 

***

In class, Jessie felt relieved they had walked in early, avoiding the anticipated stares. She looked at the teacher's desk, wondering if she could ever take that role on again. She had confidently entered the classroom as a teacher, only a few days ago, and now she sat at a student's desk. Dressed in a school uniform, served to emphasise the humble position she had been relegated to.

As the class wandered in, they looked her over. Some glared at her with a look of derision, others with a look of surprise. They were still unused to having their teacher sit among them. 

Jenny walked in, from the staff room, where she had been accepted by the teachers. Some of the regular teachers were away, but it was still surprising they didn't recognise her as a pupil. They simply accepted her as a student teacher, as the principal had. Her confident attitude, acting as though she belonged there, cemented their view of her. 

The male teachers were friendly and eager to get to know her, which was amusing. Jenny enjoyed chatting to them, being friendly without leading them on. They seemed so willing to please, especially after a smile, and laughing at their corny jokes. 

An elderly female teacher smiled at her. Jenny was nervous for the woman had taught her a couple of years ago. "You seem to have them under control, the teachers I mean," she chuckled. "If you have the same skill in class, you'll do well, young lady," she complimented Jenny. 

"Thank you, I appreciate that, from someone of your experience," Jenny blushed. 

"We need good teachers, and I've heard you keep your class well in hand. I'm sure the principle will give you a good recommendation," she smiled. 

Jenny thought about it. She hadn't been able to settle on a career, so maybe this was an opportunity too good to be missed.

***

Jessie watched Jenny and Paula, wondering what plot they were conspiring between them. She sat at a desk, unable to raise the energy to protest. Even the students accepted Jenny's position. 

"Class, this is the last day and tonight, we party. I think the new girl aught to join us to, what do you think?" Jenny asked. The laughter and ribald remarks were kept down as no-one wanted a teacher to investigate a noisy class. They all thought it was great to have the teacher humbled, and for Jenny to take her place. 

"OK! That's great. Come here, Jessie," Jenny told her. In trepidation Jessie stumbled to the front of the class. The guys appreciated the tight blouse and short flared skirt. Jenny could see the woman had grown used to being dressed by Paula, and that her friend had the woman under control. 

She knew what nasty games Paula had been playing with their teacher, making the poor thing so submissive. She was wondering how obedient the woman had become. If her suspicions were correct, she might be able to carry out an idea she had. It all depended on how well, Paula could control their teacher.

"You need to wear something more fashionable to night, girl," Jenny suggested. The class mumbled agreement, with them wondering what Jenny was up to. She had a sly grin on her face, suggesting a bit of fun was on its way.

"We don't wear a school uniform here," Jenny told her. "It looks cute, but it's against the rules to wear such a short skirt. I hope you are wearing a decent pair of panties under that," she asked.

Jessie inwardly groaned. Ben had dressed her this morning, which was a humbling experience, and given her a little thong to wear. 

"I can't let one of my students run around like a slut. I had better check what you are wearing," Jenny demanded. 

Jessie discreetly pulled up the front of the skirt, revealing to Jenny the little pair of panties. Although she faced away from the class, it was still shameful, for they could all see her submitting to this girl. She was a teacher showing her underwear to a student, in what had been her classroom.

"Good grief! You can't wear those! You look like a hooker, you naughty girl," Jenny said, with an exaggerated tone of surprise. The class was silent with expectation. "I'll have to take you to the principal. He'll probably send you home to your parents, to get changed," Jenny said, with a stern attitude. 

Jessie knew full well, what was expected of her. She was afraid Jenny might march her through the school, with the skirt up, showing off her bare ass. Jenny wanted to demonstrate her dominating position to the class. She wanted Jessie to make a show of submitting. After all she had suffered it was easy. She had no energy left to fight her. 

"I'm sorry miss, it won't happen again, I promise. I'll be good a good little girl, and do as I'm told for the rest of the day," she bleated. She almost said 'doll' instead of girl, having been used to this in front of Paula.

Despite knowing this was yet again re-enforcing the subservient role, there was nothing she could do about it. She was trapped in a submissive frame of mind, constantly reciting what they wanted to hear. She felt like a piece of play doe, constantly being pounded into the shape they wanted.

"Well then, we can deal with you're slutty behaviour here, in class," Jenny announced. The hum of delighted comments rose in volume, in anticipation of what was to come next.

"Turn around and face the class. Keep a hold of that skirt," Jenny warned her teacher. "Lift it higher," she said. 

Jessie stood in front of what had been her class, with the little skirt held up around her waist, not daring to look at anyone. She kept her eyes down, a submissive pose she had learnt to use so often recently. She heard the suppressed laughter, and lewd remarks, from both the girls and boys. The girls were the worst. 

"She's a slut, miss," one of them told Jenny. Others confirmed the opinion. She could hear the smirks on their faces in their voices. 

"Cute panties! She's shaved nice and smooth too," one of the guys leered at her. 

The humiliation was dreadful. Jessie shut out the remarks, retreating deeper into herself, as the only escape from the horrendous situation. 

Jenny stood at the door, away from her. Jessie discovered why she walked away. The flash of a camera, followed by the relentless explosion of light, meant they were capturing the moment. Their teacher was standing before them showing off her crotch, covered by just a flimsy piece of cotton. Jenny was standing out of the way so as not to be included in the lewd spectacle. 

It took a moment or too for Jessie to comprehend she was being given an order by her tormentor. She turned around, at last hiding the pain on her face, yet it was hardly an escape. She had to bend over showing off her bare bottom. In her classroom, she was being forced to take part in a pornographic photo shoot! Some of her students had movie cameras too. 

As ordered she spread her legs, feeling her pussy lips protruding between her thighs. It was a terrible, recently discovered knowledge, that she was aroused from humiliation. Her lips were glistening, starting to blossom, and escaping from the small purse holding her sex. 

Thinking of herself as just a doll, to be played with and told what to do, she submitted to Jennies instructions. She turned her head, looking over her shoulder at the class. The cameras were flashing and the video's continued recording, as she tried to smile at them. 

It was a weak, inoffensive smile, all that could be managed. It was damning though, enough to ruin her career, if there had been anything left to save.

It served to push her further, into a little world of her own. Jessie merely operated on automatic, to become an automaton, ready to obey others commands. The ploy saved her from taking responsibility for these dire actions. 

"Well, you can all see what a slut she looks. So I expect everyone to learn a lesson from this," Jenny announced. "Jessie. You have let yourself down, and the class," she told her teacher. "I can't let you wear those slutty, panties in class. Take them off!" she harshly ordered.

With an audible sob, she pulled them down, and dropped them in a waste basket. The last vestiges of her self-worth had been stripped from her. She bent over with both hands gripping her calves. Everything was on show, for the guys to ogle, and the girls to giggle at. Having been freshly shaved, by Ben, there was no privacy from their eyes, and the incessant cameras, zooming in on her sex.

"Stand up and face your class," Jenny ordered. "That skirt, without a decent pair of panties, is far too short. Take it off," the tormentor demanded. 

Jessie welled up, with tears in her eyes, making it impossible to see the class of cruel adolescents. They wanted to whoop with derision, but kept it the noise under control. 

"Now the blouse," Jenny said.

Bowing to the inevitable, Jessie undid the blouse a button at a time, with every movement being relentlessly recorded. Her breasts were bare. All she wore were the flat shoes and white socks. She felt like one of Paula's dolls, brought in for show and tell. She stood with her legs apart, with nothing hidden from the callous youths, enjoying their teacher's humiliation.

"Bend over the desk, naughty girl," Jenny ordered. 

Tears silently flowed down her cheeks. She may pretend to be a doll, with no emotions, but there were limits to how much she could hide them. She felt the thwack and it stung. This time it wasn't Jenny's hand but a rule, stinging her cheeks, making them as red as her face. 

It was soon over, though it felt an age of torment. Her emotions were in turmoil. She needed to desperately escape. The only place of safety was to hide away in a dream world, switching off her thoughts, to become a dumb doll.

"OK. The naughty girl has been punished," Jenny announced. 

Jessie was aware of Paula helping her to stand. "Go home with Paula. You are to stay with her, until I say otherwise. Agreed?" Jenny quietly asked. 

"Yes, miss, anything you say, miss," Jessie answered, once more capitulating. It would be a great relief to be away from this torture chamber, even if it meant being in the hands of the perverse girl. At least there, she would be tormented in privacy. Her mistress would look after her, as long as he behaved herself, and did as she was told. 

***

In Paula's part of the house Jessie stripped off the school-girl uniform. She wondered what outfit she would be made to endure next. It was a blessed relief to stand naked, before Paula and Ben, after being forced into a horrendous exhibition, before all those cameras. All those eyes devouring her naked body was too awful to withstand. She now looked forward to the privacy of serving her mistress. 

"Good girl, doll. I'll take good care of you. I know you will obey your mistress, won't you," Paula stated.

"Yes mistress, I promise, mistress," Jessie managed to croak, from a dry throat.

"I can see how excited you became, from being spanked in front of everyone," Paula stated. "My poor doll needs relief from becoming so worked up," she said. "As a reward I shall let Ben play with you. What do you say, doll," Paula asked.

"Thank you, mistress," Jessie replied, sounding as though she meant it too. 

"You can have a nice warm cuddle. First though, you must give him what he wants. Do you know what he wants, Doll?" she asked. 

"Yes mistress," Jessie stammered.

"Tell him then," Paula teased. 

"Ben wants to fuck me, mistress," Jessie whispered. 

"Then ask him, nicely," Paula said, pushing her along.

"Please sir, will you fuck me?" Jessie the compliant doll asked. 

Ben looked at the naked woman, already knowing how experienced she was, from last night's performance. He knew how excited she became, and was eager to fuck her again. Instead he played along with Paula, to keep her sweet. 

"Good, doll," he said. It was as much as he could manage to say, while thinking of nothing else except getting his teacher back into bed. 

"You don't have to worry about the class again. No need to worry your little blank dolly head, about photos and video's, your mistress will be looking after you from now on. "I promised Jenny to keep you as my dress-up doll, from now on. She will be the one taking on the teaching job. That leaves Ben and I too look after the lovely doll," she informed her doll.

"Thank you, mistress," Jessie said. She sounded relieved. There was nothing left for her in the real world, which she desperately needed to escape from. Here, with her mistress, she would be told what to do, without responsibility for anything. 

If she was a good little doll, obeying her mistress, she would be rewarded by Ben, with his big cock. As he led her away to a spare bedroom she began to relax. Fighting them had been so difficult, so impossible, and giving in was so rewarding. 

Ben got onto the bed, folding his arms around the back of his neck. He looked up at the teacher, standing naked beside the bed. She was looking at his cock, licking her lips in anticipation. Paula had come to an agreement with Jenny. In turn, Paula had asked him if he was willing to move in with them. How could he refuse!

Paula listened to them, bouncing on the bed, both making strenuous sexual noises. Her mother was as usual out of it, with a bottle of vodka. It would be nice to have a friend around to talk to. Having a real living doll to play dress-up was just wonderful too. 

Jenny was happy. She had terminated the teacher's apartment lease, and was busy arranging a new apartment, in another city. All was going smoothly, in preparation for taking up a new teaching post. With Jenny taking on Jessie's identity, it meant the woman wouldn't be missed. 

This left Jessie with Paula, to look after and play with. As long as Jessie was kept out of the way, they could all have what they wanted.

Everyone seemed happy. Paula listened to their teacher groaning, with the sound of utter bliss in her voice. "Yes, this has all worked out just perfect," Paula mused.

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