02-07-2020, 01:48 PM
His smug smile was a challenge. He was enjoying embarrassing me, I knew. I wanted to tell him to go to hell, but before I could he reached out and groped my breast. “Granddad said you had a nice pair.” He grinned.
I was too shocked to move for a moment or two. I just stood there, uncomprehending as this arrogant fifteen year-old boy pawed my breast. Then something snapped in me. I slapped him across the face as hard as I could. “Get out!” I yelled. For a moment the smile faded, then seemed to come back even more self-satisfied than before. “You’ll be sorry you did that, bitch.” He snarled before stamping out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I felt pleased with myself, I’d enjoyed giving him what I felt he deserved.
The rest of the day passed without incident, and I met Alan at the end of the day as usual. “Am I going to see anything of you this evening, or are you going to be locked away with your reports again?” I demanded.
In response he gave me a sharp smack to my bottom and through gritted teeth said, “Don’t start to nag me. I’ll come to you when I want to, right?”
I looked around hurriedly to see if anyone had seen my chastisement. There was no one around, and I quickly apologised to Alan, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to nag you, it’s just that I’ve been alone for two nights on the trot now. I’m not used to it any more!” I grinned at him and he smiled back, then said, “Just get me home quick, I’ve got lots to do.”
Another drive home in silence. Once again when we arrived back at the flat Alan disappeared upstairs. I stormed around the flat, slamming doors and generally making as much noise as possible. I sat alone, fuming for what seemed like hours, then decided I would make myself something to eat. It was while I was cooking that I heard the phone ring. Alan took the call before I could get to it, and after he’d hung up he came down to speak to me.
“That was Tom Stuart on the phone. He’s as angry as hell with you, and he’s on the way over here.”
“What’s the matter with him?”
“Don’t play the innocent, you know perfectly well why he’s angry.”
“Alan, I promise you I don’t.”
“Tell me what happened at lunch time with Adam.”
And with that I realised why granddad was so angry. I told Alan what had happened, how Adam had groped me, and how I’d slapped his face and told him to get out. I suppose I half expected Alan to back me up. Instead he was appalled.
“You did what?” He yelled. “When did you become such a puritan? You’ve been fucked by every man you’ve spoken to for the last few weeks, and now you become virginal. Who the fuck do you think you are kidding Alison?”
“Alan, are you serious? He’s a fifteen year-old boy, who happens to be one of my students, and I can’t stand the little shit!”
“Who gives a fuck about that? Granddad, or whatever the hell you call him, sent Adam to you. It was your place to give the kid what he wanted, not humiliate him.”
“But it doesn’t matter if I’m humiliated, does it?”
“No it fucking doesn’t. You get off on that sort of thing, remember? You are supposed to oblige whenever and wherever, like Martini, right?”
“Alan, I can’t do this, not with him. God! He’s such an obnoxious little shit, honestly Alan, I just can’t do it.”
“Of course you can. This is what it’s all about. Having it off with a load of blokes is easy if you fancy them. Getting your arse smacked is easy if it doesn’t really matter who does it so long as they’re older than you. But this is real, proper humiliation, Alison. Imagine how it will feel when you have to submit to one of your students, and a particularly nasty one at that. You’ll be wanking yourself off about this for years, I tell you.”
“But Christ Alan, he’s fifteen. If anyone finds out, I could get sent to prison.”
“Who’s going to know? Oh he’ll tell his mates he’s had his teacher, but no one’s going to the security officer, I guarantee it. You just make sure the little bastard has a good time, in fact, you’d better make yourself available to him at all times from now on, got that?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t want to do this Alan.”
“The other morning I asked you if there was anything you absolutely would not do, and you couldn’t think of anything, remember?”
“Yes.” I said, quietly.
“So this is your next big event. Enjoy it, tight arse!”
“Please Alan, don’t make me do this.” I begged. Of course, he knew exactly what to say to put me on the spot.
“I can’t make you do anything, can I? Not really. But if you want to imagine I can, then I’m telling you straight: Alison, you have to take that boy to bed, and while you’re at it, tell him you’re sorry for slapping his face like that. Tell him he can do what he likes to you, whenever he likes. Got that? And you better make it convincing, because if you don’t I’ll make your arse pay for it, understand?”
I hung my head. This was what I needed to hear, to get me through this. “Yes Alan.” I mumbled.
“Good. Now they’ll be here any minute. Go and put on something nice. And remember, any nonsense and I’ll smack your pretty arse.”
I was too shocked to move for a moment or two. I just stood there, uncomprehending as this arrogant fifteen year-old boy pawed my breast. Then something snapped in me. I slapped him across the face as hard as I could. “Get out!” I yelled. For a moment the smile faded, then seemed to come back even more self-satisfied than before. “You’ll be sorry you did that, bitch.” He snarled before stamping out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I felt pleased with myself, I’d enjoyed giving him what I felt he deserved.
The rest of the day passed without incident, and I met Alan at the end of the day as usual. “Am I going to see anything of you this evening, or are you going to be locked away with your reports again?” I demanded.
In response he gave me a sharp smack to my bottom and through gritted teeth said, “Don’t start to nag me. I’ll come to you when I want to, right?”
I looked around hurriedly to see if anyone had seen my chastisement. There was no one around, and I quickly apologised to Alan, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to nag you, it’s just that I’ve been alone for two nights on the trot now. I’m not used to it any more!” I grinned at him and he smiled back, then said, “Just get me home quick, I’ve got lots to do.”
Another drive home in silence. Once again when we arrived back at the flat Alan disappeared upstairs. I stormed around the flat, slamming doors and generally making as much noise as possible. I sat alone, fuming for what seemed like hours, then decided I would make myself something to eat. It was while I was cooking that I heard the phone ring. Alan took the call before I could get to it, and after he’d hung up he came down to speak to me.
“That was Tom Stuart on the phone. He’s as angry as hell with you, and he’s on the way over here.”
“What’s the matter with him?”
“Don’t play the innocent, you know perfectly well why he’s angry.”
“Alan, I promise you I don’t.”
“Tell me what happened at lunch time with Adam.”
And with that I realised why granddad was so angry. I told Alan what had happened, how Adam had groped me, and how I’d slapped his face and told him to get out. I suppose I half expected Alan to back me up. Instead he was appalled.
“You did what?” He yelled. “When did you become such a puritan? You’ve been fucked by every man you’ve spoken to for the last few weeks, and now you become virginal. Who the fuck do you think you are kidding Alison?”
“Alan, are you serious? He’s a fifteen year-old boy, who happens to be one of my students, and I can’t stand the little shit!”
“Who gives a fuck about that? Granddad, or whatever the hell you call him, sent Adam to you. It was your place to give the kid what he wanted, not humiliate him.”
“But it doesn’t matter if I’m humiliated, does it?”
“No it fucking doesn’t. You get off on that sort of thing, remember? You are supposed to oblige whenever and wherever, like Martini, right?”
“Alan, I can’t do this, not with him. God! He’s such an obnoxious little shit, honestly Alan, I just can’t do it.”
“Of course you can. This is what it’s all about. Having it off with a load of blokes is easy if you fancy them. Getting your arse smacked is easy if it doesn’t really matter who does it so long as they’re older than you. But this is real, proper humiliation, Alison. Imagine how it will feel when you have to submit to one of your students, and a particularly nasty one at that. You’ll be wanking yourself off about this for years, I tell you.”
“But Christ Alan, he’s fifteen. If anyone finds out, I could get sent to prison.”
“Who’s going to know? Oh he’ll tell his mates he’s had his teacher, but no one’s going to the security officer, I guarantee it. You just make sure the little bastard has a good time, in fact, you’d better make yourself available to him at all times from now on, got that?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t want to do this Alan.”
“The other morning I asked you if there was anything you absolutely would not do, and you couldn’t think of anything, remember?”
“Yes.” I said, quietly.
“So this is your next big event. Enjoy it, tight arse!”
“Please Alan, don’t make me do this.” I begged. Of course, he knew exactly what to say to put me on the spot.
“I can’t make you do anything, can I? Not really. But if you want to imagine I can, then I’m telling you straight: Alison, you have to take that boy to bed, and while you’re at it, tell him you’re sorry for slapping his face like that. Tell him he can do what he likes to you, whenever he likes. Got that? And you better make it convincing, because if you don’t I’ll make your arse pay for it, understand?”
I hung my head. This was what I needed to hear, to get me through this. “Yes Alan.” I mumbled.
“Good. Now they’ll be here any minute. Go and put on something nice. And remember, any nonsense and I’ll smack your pretty arse.”
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