{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"d33c40d6-3ea8-41ef-8b97-5739b9028109","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2018-09-09T08:25:32.573Z","title":"The Teacher","slug":"the-teacher","shortId":"sNqr8cQf","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Novella","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A teacher hides her need for humiliation and submission behind her arrogrance. Until an enraged father finds out and gives her exactly what she craves.","partCount":4,"parts":[{"partId":"73bd3e8b-6c4e-477c-9747-551965b18d38","title":null,"summary":"\n\nThe Teacher\n\n„And what can I do for you, Ms Jeffers? “ Robert smiled.\nThe petite brunette outside ","wordCount":3272,"readTime":16,"number":1,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"26e81346-ac14-4454-9680-5d8085ed59bc","title":null,"summary":"\n\nThe Teacher learns new tricks\n\nHe woke up, grinned when he thought what awaited him, threw on a ba","wordCount":6014,"readTime":30,"number":2,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"3a2cfdcf-ed6e-43fb-92b3-dd5771b71c7d","title":null,"summary":"\n\nThe Teacher's Exam\nWhen he got up on Sunday morning, he found his slut still asleep in the chicken","wordCount":3720,"readTime":19,"number":3,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"929e8f02-ebb6-4abe-bade-418f7f595824","title":null,"summary":"\n\nThe Teacher's Lesson\n1. The maths test\n\"Well, well, well,\" Ms Jeffers was looking at her class of ","wordCount":7013,"readTime":35,"number":4,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\n\n

The Teacher

„And what can I do for you, Ms Jeffers? “ Robert smiled.

The petite brunette outside his front door cringed.

“You know, Mr Anderson,” she whispered.

“No, I don’t. Why don’t you tell me exactly why you have come to my house this evening?”

He enjoyed the little game, enjoyed watching her blush and mumble.

“You will have to speak up, Ms Jeffers, I can’t hear you.”

The woman bit her lip and took a deep breath.

“Please use me or fuck me or do whatever you want with me, Mr Anderson.”

He looked at her silently, then smiled.

“And why would I want to fuck an ugly cumbag like you, Ms Jeffers?”

She was far from ugly, quite delicious in fact, but he saw no reason to pay any compliments

“Please,” she begged, the need obvious in her eyes. “Please I will do whatever you say, anything, but please let me stay for the weekend.”

Robert hid his surprise. She had been with him before, but never for a whole weekend. He pretended to think, then relented.

“Oh, ok, maybe you can clean the toilet tomorrow. Go and wait till you are needed. You know where you belong.”

He closed the door in her face and went back to the living-room. Settling down in his easy-chair he saw her come round the house and approach what had been the chicken coop, a wire cage with a small, raised henhouse. Without hesitation she dropped her clothes and he noticed with a smile that she hadn’t been wearing any panties. She had worn a bra, though, since despite her small frame she had big heavy breasts. They were remarkably firm for their size, but simply too heavy not to sag slightly. He had nailed the top half of the door shut, so she was forced to crawl into the cage. He watched as she assumed the waiting position he had shown her, her upper body lying inside the henhouse, her hips outside and her legs forced wide apart by the ladder that led up to the entry hole. He could almost hear her gasp of surprise when she found the new addition he had thought up: Two holes in the henhouse floor that made her heavy tits hang down through the floor. From where he was sitting he could see her settle down in the uncomfortable position, could see her pussy glistening with moisture already. He waited for the final touch. On a previous occasion he had told her to use the waiting time for something useful and now he saw her left hand reach back out of the henhouse and around her ass. Then she pressed her middle finger into her asshole and started moving it around, stretching and widening the opening. He hadn’t fucked her ass yet, but making her prepare for it kept her thoughts nicely occupied. He turned away and switched on the TV to watch the game.

She had moved to the town two years before and had joined the school staff. His son, then in 12th grade and away at college now, had been assigned to her maths class and within a week had taken to referring to her simply as the bitch. First he had tried to ignore it, then to make his son adapt to her teaching style, but when she had published her end of term grades and the best one had been a C-, he had gone to school to talk things over with her. Within a minute he knew why his son had called her a bitch and agreed wholeheartedly. She was arrogant and absolutely unwilling to see anyone else’s point of view. After a few minutes he was seething and after half an hour he had snapped. He had called her an arrogant bitch who needed a good hard lesson in humility. Her eyes had changed at that and her voice had been trembling when she asked who was to teach her that. It had only taken a few more minutes and he had been in her chair, while she had been under the desk giving him head. That had been it for over six months, until a week after his son had left home for college she had appeared on his doorstep meekly asking for another lesson. Since then she had come by almost every other week. He never told her to come back, never even let on he liked their meetings, but that seemed to be what turned her on. He grinned to himself. If she wanted humiliation, he was quite prepared to dish it out. He picked up his drink and concentrated on the game.

During the break he got up and walked into the garden. She had not changed her position, but her finger was still busy in her asshole. He made his way around the chicken coop silently. Bending down a bit awkwardly he got a good look at her tits hanging down. He raised his hand and delivered a few stinging blows that made the tits jiggle and her gasp in pain.

“Ugly saddlebags,” he said loud enough for her to hear, before gripping the nipples and twisting them hard, then shaking the mounds of flesh by them making sure his fingernails pressed into the flesh. Suddenly he released them and went back inside for the second half.

When the game was over, he opened the back door and called her name. Immediately she wriggled out and came over to him. He looked at her and prodded her flesh.

“Your cunt is dripping. I don’t want cuntjuice on my carpet,” he grunted and picked up the garden hose. Without hesitation he pushed it into her pussy and turned on the cold water. She squirmed, but did not try to get away from the cold water spouting into her hole. When he was satisfied, he threw the hose down and looked her over.

“Your finger is filthy. Clean it.”

She made a move towards the hose, but his voice stopped her.

“How do you clean things when you are here?”

She hesitated only for a moment, then popped the finger into her mouth and sucked avidly.

Back inside the living-room he took his time looking at her naked body.

“Haven’t you forgotten something?” His eyes rested on her coldly.

She blushed and hurried outside to where her clothes were folded in the grass. When she came back she handed him a wad of money.

“Three hundred dollars, Sir. For the whole weekend.”

Inwardly he grinned. The second time she had come round he had strung her along until in desperation she had offered him money, a hundred dollars for a session. Not that he needed the money, but making her pay was one more way to humiliate her. He slapped her face a few times before taking the money.

“You don’t talk without being asked, stupid.”

He knew that would get her. She was so proud of her sharp mind and her education. He walked back to his chair. She remained standing of course.

“Well, Ms Jeffers, what would you like me to do with you now?”

“Use me any way you like, Sir.” Her answer came more quickly now that she had settled into her role.

“Well, there is not much you are useful for. You can’t cook worth shit, you are too dumb to trust with anything important and too ugly to fuck. And I certainly don’t fuck sluts who have probably had a dozen cocks in them in the last week. So what is left?”

“No, no, Sir. I know you don’t like it when I have other men, so I haven’t been with anyone in the last two weeks.”

And not in the three months before, if she hadn’t lied on earlier occasions. No wonder she was horny as hell.

“And you know I hate women who masturbate. So how often have to diddled this time.”

Mentioning her masturbation habits still made her blush.

“Twice, Sir. I really tried, Sir, but…..”

“But you are a horny cunt. In future you will turn on your video camera, if you can’t behave like a self-respecting woman. Bring me the tape and I’ll upload it to your school website. I guess the young studs in your class won’t be too particular about who they jerk off over.”

She blanched and he wondered if she would bring a tape or refrain from masturbating. He had learnt that she craved his humiliation so much, she never lied to him.

“Well, you know what it means, when you diddle. Bring the implements.”

She almost opened her mouth to object, but thought better of it and went out to the hallway, where he kept a riding-crop in the umbrella stand. She even remembered to kneel, when she presented it to him. Then she went back out and came back a moment later biting her lip. Plucking a couple of stinging nettles does that to you.

She knelt and presented the nettles as well.

“Don’t you see I don’t have any gloves, stupid? Do you think I want to touch them with my bare hands? Assume the position.”

This was one of the positions he had taught her, the one for pussy punishment. She spread her legs wide, then lowered herself as if to squat, but stopped, when her thighs were parallel to the ground, very hard to hold, very unstable, but that was just the was he wanted her.

“Ok, stupid, now show me how you rub your cunt, with the nettles of course.”

He had never made her do it herself and it obviously cost her a lot of will-power to start, but then she suddenly jammed the nettles between her legs and started rubbing herself furiously. For a moment her eyes glazed with pleasure, but then the sting registered and tears streamed down her face.

“Don’t stop, stupid. Enjoy your diddling.”

Biting her lips hard she continued until the soft flesh around her shaved pussy (another of his orders: “All the whores shave their cunts!”) was a red mass of welts. She was shivering.

“You are getting too horny, go and throw them out.”

When she came back he picked up the crop and motioned her back in position. The crop came up between her legs and she flinched when it hit her already aching pussyflesh. But she did not forget the expected response.

“I am a stupid diddling whorecunt, Sir.”

Not bad for a start. He hit her left cuntlip this time.

“I am a stupid fuckslut, Sir.”

And the other side.

“I am a stupid cumbag, Sir.”

And back to her clit.

“I am a stupid piece of fuckmeat, Sir.”

He never told her in advance how many she would receive. He imagined she had to spend hours at home coming up with new, ever more demeaning epithets for herself. The rule was the answer always had to include the fact that she was stupid, but if she could not come up with a new word after that, the stroke did not count.

“I am a stupid fucking bitch, Sir.”

“I am a stupid cumbucket, Sir.”

“I am a stupid mouthwhore, Sir.”

The litany went on and on. He did not even count, but just kept on hitting her cunt that was swollen, but still drenched in her fluids. Finally he dropped the crop.

“Put it back, stupid bitch and come to my office. I have work to do.”

She walked very carefully when she came into the office, since each step rubbed her tender pussylips together. He waved her over to stand beside him while he sorted through papers. His thumb pointed down and she knelt automatically. He picked up a piece of paper and with the other hand grabbed one on her nipples, pulled her breast up and shoved the paper under it. When he dropped the breast it held the paper in place. She blushed furiously. So proud of her big breasts and so disappointed they sagged a bit. He picked up more papers and shoved them under the other breast. Others she had to hold against her body with her elbows, a fifth batch went between her lips.

“Don’t drool on those, stupid bitch.”

He never used her hands and had reserved the biggest batch for her breasts. When he added another one, the whole stack dropped. Immediately he delivered a few stinging blows to the offending breast, which sent the stack under her other one flying, too. He made her pick them all up, then take the other stacks again.

“Those ugly udders don’t even serve as paperweights, stupid bitch, but we will rectify that.”

He picked up a noteholder from the desk, a crocodile clamp on a thin piece of elastic wire with a weighted stand. Grabbing her nipple he applied the clamp. She cried out when the teeth bit into her nipple, but held still even when he applied the other one. When he let them drop, they pulled the breasts further down.

“That’s better. This way your saddlebags are at least useful for something.”

He continued to sort the papers, then left her kneeling while he got himself a beer. After an hour, it was already getting dark outside, he was finished and she cried out loud when he removed the clamps and circulation returned to her nipples.

“Dinner time,” he announced and sent her to the kitchen.

Her cooking was really delicious as he had found out, but again he saw no reason to tell her that. She served him his food on a tray kneeling in front of his chair. She had made an omelette with mushrooms, a light salad, some ice-cream for desert and a few pieces of his favourite blue cheese to round things off. No need for a table, if she could hold the tray. He amused himself by throwing her bits of food, which she tried to catch without shifting the tray. Most of it ended up in her face. He ate heartily, but took care to leave some of everything on the plates. When he was done, he waved her away and walked over to the tiled part of the living-room in front of the fireplace. She scrambled after him on her knees. He picked up each plate and dropped its content on the floor careful to make one neat heap of everything. Finally he spat on the mixed mountain of food.

“I’m sure you like a bit of icing. Now take the tray back to the kitchen and have your dinner. I want the floor spotless in three minutes.”

She hurried out and immediately dropped to her knees when she returned and buried her face in the unappetizing mixture. She gobbled up the food as fast as she could. He watched her grinning behind her back, then got up and pulled the belt from his trousers. After exactly three minutes he let her have the first one across her raised ass.

“Hurry up, stupid bitch. You think I want to spend all evening watching you slobber over that food?”

He kept whipping her with the belt while she licked the last food stains off the floor. By the time she was finished, her ass showed a few nice red marks, nothing that would stay for a longer time, but enough to heat up her ass for the evening. He took her outside again and sprayed her face with the garden hose.

“Too stupid to even eat without making a mess, bitch,” he grumbled. “I may have some use for you later, so get yourself into your corner.”

Cornertime was another things she hated. He made sure she assumed the correct position (feet 2 feet out touching the walls, nose pressed into the corner) before he sat down and picked up his book. When he looked again a few minutes later, her finger was busy inside her ass again. He grinned.

“Take two, stupid bitch. It’s time your asshole got stretched a bit more.”

He returned to his book certain she would obey immediately – and hate herself for it. That was the fun part, knowing that she was an intelligent and independent woman hating how much she craved this humiliation, but unable to resist the need.

It was almost 11 when he laid the book aside.

“Stupid bitch?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Don’t you think that just before going to bed in the evening is the best time to get your rocks off? Makes for a nice relaxing sleep, don’t you think.”

“Oh yes, Sir.”

Her voice betrayed her excitement.

“Ok, go to the VCR and slip in the cassette with the black cover, then come here.”

She positively hurried and stood before him within a few seconds only to feel his hands slapping her face again.

“Do you think I want to smell your shitty fingers, stupid bitch?” he growled.

She immediately popped them into her mouth and sucked them clean. His thumb directed her to kneel between his legs. Again she hurried to obey.

“Open it and free my cock.”

She knew from painful experience that he never allowed her hands near his cock, so struggled to unhook his jeans and pull down the zipper with her teeth, then pulled the jeans and shorts down completely. In the process her face and hair rubbed against his cock quite deliciously, but he forced himself not to get completely hard. Instead he looked for the remote and started the movie. He kept the money she brought in a special kitty and occasionally bought stuff he wanted to use on her. The week before he had bought a couple of porn flicks, heavy on the BDSM and degradation side, of course. When the movie started, a man brought his girlfriend to the apartment he shared with two friends and the three men started training her as their communal sex slave.

He watched for a while, then started rubbing his by now erect cock. Without looking he knew her eyes would be fixed on his hard member and she would be fantasizing about feeling it in her pussy.

“Time for you to make yourself useful, stupid bitch. My balls are getting cold, so keep them warm in your mouth.”

She looked up only for a second, then tried to open her mouth as wide as possible. She struggled for a while to get both his balls inside, very careful not to hurt him, but finally they were both in stretching her lips ridiculously. He concentrated on the screen again.

“Look at that chick, being fucked from behind. What a pair of knockers. And now she is taking the second cock into her mouth. Sucking cock while being banged from behind. And what a huge cock she is taking.”

He kept giving a running commentary while massaging his member knowing she would be dreaming of being in the woman’s position, hoping that soon he would fuck her. When he felt the first drops forming on his cockhead, he squeezed and deposited them right on her nose.

He took his time, but after more than half an hour, he decided it was time for the end of the show.

“Orgasm time, stupid bitch,” he announced pulling her face backwards by her hair.

His hand flew over his cock and a white string of cum flew from its head and landed neatly across her forehead.

“Ahhhh, yes, those movies are so hot,” he groaned while shooting his full load into her face making sure it all landed on her forehead, her nose, her eyes and in her hair. He wiped off his cock on her cheeks, then smiled down at her.

“Seems like you have your uses, stupid bitch. I hate using a tissue afterwards.”

He let the movie run for another half hour, while the drying cum caked her face, then pushed her away.

“Bedtime, stupid bitch. Off you go, and if I catch you diddling, I’ll stuff the nettles into all three of your fuckholes.”

She walked back into the garden and crawled into the chicken coop. He closed the garden door and went to bed already planning the rest of the weekend.

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