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Special Education
by Pinky (goldcort@ix.netcom.com)

***

A female teacher at an all boys school finds an 
interesting way to incentivise a poor performing young 
student. (F/m, ped, mc, hypno, fetish) 

***

You might have thought my job teaching English at a 
boy's boarding school was rather boring and tedious. 
Especially for a woman of my obvious talent and 
ability.

That's exactly what I thought when I started. It was my 
first teaching job out of college, and the only one I 
could get due to the pitiful job market. I had to work 
very hard to get it, though, and I wanted to make the 
most of it. But yes, it certainly was boring.

In order to make it more interesting, I started wearing 
shorter skirts, higher heels, and sexier makeup from 
time to time, and watching the boys' reactions. The 
lustful looks on their faces, and watching them try to 
hide the bulges in their pants helped me get through 
the day. 

I would experiment with different makeup color schemes, 
perfumes, skirt styles and lengths, and shades of 
pantyhose, to see what effect they'd have on my young 
cadets. Over time, I found myself getting more and more 
extreme in order to keep things interesting.

Eventually, I discovered that I could use my teasing to 
elicit cooperation and obedience from the more unruly 
types. If I sat at down in front of the class beside my 
desk, I would see almost everyone's eyes drawn to my 
legs, waiting for a peek up my skirt. If I crouched 
down next to one of the boys and let my legs part just 
a little bit, I was effectively able to command his 
full attention. 

Often when I had a boy in detention, I would notice his 
attention would follow the movement of my ass and legs. 
And if I moved around the office, getting files from 
cabinets and writing the next day's lessons on the 
chalk board, his eyes would follow me, longing for a 
glimpse of my sacred panty crotch.

One day I decided to play with a student one on one, by 
keeping him after class and teasing him. I trained him 
methodically to obey me, by subliminal means. I gave 
him instructions to follow, and whenever I saw him 
carrying them out I would grant him peeks further and 
further up my skirt. When he stopped working, the show 
stopped. Eventually I had him working steadily for me, 
grading papers, doing my filing and helping me with any 
other duties I saw fit to give him.

I tried my approach privately on every boy in the 
class, before I decided to try it in prime time. I had 
discovered there were some boys who didn't respond to 
my system of rewards. I quickly had them transferred to 
other classes, as I had no room for rebels. I was left 
with a class full of obedient leg watchers, and went 
about educating them as no other teacher could. Now, at 
the beginning of every semester I go through the same 
weeding process, after which I am able to manage my 
class extremely well.

I could even say I enjoy my job now, and that since 
discovering this new teaching method it has never been 
boring. When I have the whole class in front of me, 
there is nothing like the power I feel running me. 
Power over these boys, who are almost men, and who are 
ultimately bound to be leaders in our community. Power 
to addict them to my legs and ass, and to use my charms 
to bend their wills to mine. Power to teach them first 
hand what a woman can do, so they'll never again think 
of themselves as superior.

Yes, when they leave my class they know who's boss. 
They know they've been educated, by whom and for what 
purpose. They know who their favorite teacher is. They 
know why they enthusiastically breezed through my class 
and barely scraped through the others with yawns. They 
know, and they are happy, and they tell me so.

I take my role as an educator very seriously. If I 
didn't feel my approach was working, I wouldn't keep 
using it. But the fact is that it does work, and it 
works well; and there is ample proof out there in our 
community, now that I've successfully taught five years 
of boarding school graduates.

In my psychology classes in college, lots of lip 
service was given to positive reinforcement as an 
educational tool. But so few actually used it for 
anything meaningful. Now that I'm out of college and 
teaching students in the real world, I've hit pay dirt 
with one of the most powerful techniques to come along 
this century, and I'm loving it!

I recently decided to see exactly how far I could go 
using my new technique to solve behavior problems, with 
one special student in my most difficult class. I 
picked Sammy because he really seemed to need guidance 
more than the other boys. He was rowdier and more 
belligerent, and others seemed to follow his lead. I 
figured that if I could get his behavior under control 
and make an example of him, I would have an easier time 
managing the rest of the class.

One day I kept him after class to discuss his 
performance. I made sure everyone else was gone, and I 
quietly closed and locked the door. I circled my prey 
and came up from behind him, putting my hand gently on 
his shoulder.

"Sammy, there's something I need to talk with you 
about," I opened. "I'm concerned that you've lost your 
focus in class, perhaps even in life."

"Don't be ridiculous!" he protested, as he turned his 
head around to face me.

"I'm not being ridiculous, young man, and face front 
when I'm talking to you!" I snapped back.

He turned back around, to face front, only slightly 
ashamed by the exchange.

"Now, I know how hard it's been for you to concentrate 
in class."

"It has not!" he protested again, and jerked his head 
around to face me again.

"Well, it's obvious to me that you have problems 
remembering simple instructions," I insisted. "Now face 
front and KEEP facing front!"

"Sorry, Ma'am," he said, and turned back around to face 
front.

I walked in front of him, keeping my miniskirted body 
very close so he could almost smell me, and leaned over 
looking him straight in the eye.

"I want to trust you. I want to learn to trust you. I 
want you to teach me that I can trust you. Can you do 
that for me?" I was talking sweetly and gently now.

Trying not to look at my bosom, which was right in his 
face, he stammered "I-I'll t-t-try, Ma'am."

"Thank you, Sammy. I really appreciate that." And I 
meant it.

I sat down in a chair across from him, and let my legs 
part ever so slightly. I knew he couldn't see all the 
way up, but I also knew he could see far enough that it 
would draw his attention. It did.

"Sammy," I began, "I know you're a very smart boy, 
possibly one of the brightest I've ever taught. Why is 
it that you have so much trouble concentrating in 
class?" As I said this, I leaned forward and let my 
knees part just a little bit more. His eyes kept with 
the program.

"Well, I..." he tried to answer, catching himself and 
shifting his eyes back up to meet mine.

I pretended to notice something was going on, but not 
to know what. "Am I distracting you somehow without 
realizing it?"

"Huh?" he said, noticeably startled that I didn't seem 
to notice his eyes on my legs a moment ago. 
"Distracting me?"

"Well, you seem uncomfortable around me right now," I 
said as I shifted my position slightly, opening and 
then closing my knees quickly, to see how well his eyes 
were trained to follow the display. 

"I'm not, err, well I, uh..." he stammered. I knew his 
boyish resolve was weakening, and would be putty in my 
hands very soon.

"Well, some boys complain that my short skirts and 
pretty legs distract them from my lessons," I said as I 
looked down at my own legs and motioned to them with my 
well-polished nails.

His eyes obediently followed.

"Is this what's happening with you? I really need to 
know," I added, looking back up at him, trying to make 
eye contact. As I did, I casually swung one leg over 
the other, giving him another brief glimpse if his eyes 
were quick enough.

He tried not to look, of course, and when he couldn't 
help himself he tried to conceal the rapid movement of 
his eyes to catch the glimpse. He replied sheepishly, 
looking away to avoid eye contact, "N-no, of c-course 
not."

I spoke sweetly now, asking, "My pretty legs don't 
distract you then?"

"I said they don't, and I meant it," he said, garnering 
enough strength to look me in the eye this time.

"I'm not sure I believe you, Sammy," I said, sounding 
like I really wanted to. "I mean, when I do this," I 
went on inquisitively, slowly re-crossing my legs to 
taunt him, "your eyes don't wander down to my legs?"

He tried to hold his gaze.

"Or when I do this?" I asked, taunting him further by 
letting my uncrossing my legs and letting them fall 
open a bit more than before.

His eyes wandered just for an instant, but it was the 
irrefutable break in his armor I was maneuvering for.

"There, you see?" I insisted. "You ARE looking at my 
legs, just like I said."

"B-but you just..." 

"But I just WHAT?" I interrupted. "You're looking at my 
legs. Admit it!"

"N-no I'm not. You're just trying to confuse me."

"Oh, am I?" I asked playfully, as I slowly re-crossed 
my legs, leaving my panty crotch in full view for a 
full second. He looked down at my legs again, and took 
in the whole view.

"Y-yes, you are. You're trying to trap me."

"I don't think that's so hard, young man, considering 
you're already so eager to look at my lovely legs. You 
see, whenever I cross my legs like this -" (which I did 
as I was speaking) "-your eyes just naturally seem to 
gravitate toward them. It's no trap making you look, 
it's what you WANT to do, if you'd just stop fighting 
it." I made this sound almost like an invitation.

"I d-do not," he asserted in a meager attempt to 
protest. I could tell his will was weakening.

"Here, Sammy," I said, offering a solution. "Let me see 
if you're right."

I uncrossed my legs again, letting my white panty 
crotch remain in plain view for a full second or more. 
I watched as his eyes obediently followed my lead. Then 
I very slowly began to stand, watching his eyes follow 
my legs, as I inched my skirt up slowly until the 
panty-seam of my pantyhose was visible. His eyes 
remained fixed, in a helplessly dead stare.

"What are you looking at, young man?" I asked 
teasingly, but affectionately.

"I-I... uh," he stammered.

As I continued inching my skirt up right in front of 
his face, I kept watching his eyes. "What are you 
looking at so intently, hmmm? What are you hoping to 
see?" I paused, unimaginably close to revealing the 
nylon-encased white of my panty crotch. "Hmmmmm?"

"I - uh" was his only reply. He was completely 
transfixed, unable to look away, and almost completely 
unable to form words.

"What are you hoping to see down there? I'll bet you 
couldn't pull your eyes away even if you wanted to, and 
I'm not at all sure you even want to."

I was speaking very softly at this point, very 
intimately directing each word right into his brain. I 
paused to let him digest my words.

"You don't want to stop now, do you?" I whispered. 
"Please answer me."

"No, I don't want to stop," was the barely audible 
reply.

"I didn't think so," I said, triumphant like a lawyer 
who just made her most important point. I smiled 
broadly and took in the sight of my obedient young 
scholar.

"Now," I continued. "I want you to watch closely," I 
said as I raised my skirt very gradually even higher. 
"When you see my panties, you will be completely unable 
to look away. Completely unable to look away. When you 
see my panties. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"You want more than anything to see my panties, don't 
you Sammy?"

"Yes, more than anything."

"That's right. You're a very good boy. Aren't you?"

"Yes, good."

"Yes, that's right. And you're also very obedient, 
aren't you?"

"Yes, obedient."

"And when you see my panties, do you know what will 
happen?"

"No."

"Let me tell you, Sammy. When you see my panties, you 
will become weaker, even weaker than you are right now. 
Do you understand, Sammy? You will become very, very 
weak."

"Yes, I understand."

"So weak, in fact, that you will remain unable to look 
away, no matter what. Completely unable to look away 
from my pretty panties, unable and unwilling to think 
about anything else but my panties." I paused, to let 
the words sink in. "Now, what will happen when you see 
my panties?" I asked, just to make sure my words were 
having the proper effect on him.

"I will become weaker."

"How weak will you become?"

"Too weak to look away."

"That's very good. But you are already too weak to look 
away, aren't you Sammy?"

"Yes, too weak."

"And when I show you my panties, you will become weaker 
still. So weak, so helplessly weak. My panties will own 
you then, won't they Sammy?"

"Yes, your panties will own me."

"My panties will control your thoughts. All you can 
think about, even now, is my pretty panty crotch. You 
want to see it, to feel it's awesome power. It feels 
very nice to think about my panties, and to let their 
power control you. You want very badly to let my 
panties control you, don't you?"

"Yes, I want them to..."

"And even though you can't see them, my panties are 
already controlling you right now, aren't they?"

"Yes, they are..."

"Tell me, what are you thinking about right now?"

"Your panties."

"Can you think about anything else?"

"No."

"Do you even want to try to think about anything else 
but my panties?"

"No, I don't want to think..."

"That's right, Sammy. You don't want to think, you just 
want my panties to dominate all your thoughts. And that 
feels good to you. That feels just exactly as it should 
be. Thinking about my panties, letting them control 
you, giving in to their power over you." And as I said 
this last part, I raised my skirt just high enough to 
let my panties peek out. He was totally enthralled, and 
totally mine. I was loving this!

"Look at my panties, Sammy," I told him. "Concentrate 
on them," I urged him. "Think about how pretty they 
are, how feminine. Think about how soft they are, and 
how pleasant and calming they would feel rubbing 
against your nose and cheek. Think about how sweet they 
must smell. Can you imagine these things, Sammy?"

"Yes, I can imagine..."

"Thank you, Sammy. You are indeed a very good 
student.," I said as I revealed a tiny bit more, and 
inched ever so slightly closer. "I want to reward you 
for your obedience. Can you think of a way for me to 
reward you?"

"Your panties," he said yearning, motionless, eyes 
still fixed on them.

"My panties?" I pretended to be puzzled. "What would 
you possibly want with my panties? You wouldn't want to 
touch them, would you?"

"Yes, I..."

"Or even possibly kiss them gently, right here?" I 
asked, as I pointed with my polished fingernail to the 
center of my panty crotch, and inched myself even 
closer to his face. "Don't you just want to lean 
forward the tiniest little bit and kiss my panties 
right here?"

"Yes, I do," he replied as expected.

"You do? Then please don't let me stop you. I give you 
permission to kiss my panties. Please do so."

I made this last line sound like a gentle command, and 
he couldn't hold back. He obeyed like a good boy (or a 
puppy dog!), and kissed me as softly and lovingly as 
I'd ever been kissed in my life.

"You are a very good student, Sammy. You have made your 
teacher very proud." I smiled broadly as I ran my 
fingers lightly through his hair.

He paused a moment, and looked up at me, smiling.

"Please don't stop though, dear. Your lesson is only 
just beginning." And as I said that, I gently guided 
his face back down to my panties. "My panties want your 
lips. They need your lips. You won't disappoint my 
pretty panties, now, will you?"

"He shook his head slightly and uttered a muffled "uh-
uh" as he went to his sacred task.

After a few minutes feeling his lips and nose caress me 
through my pantyhose and panties, I decided to make my 
next move.

"As you kiss and smell my panties, Sammy, you find 
yourself forgetting about everything else. All you know 
are my panties, all you want are my panties, all you 
can think about are my panties, and all you ever WANT 
to think about are my panties." I instructed him. "Nod 
if you understand and agree with me."

He nodded.

My panties are everything to you, and you like it that 
way. It feels good to you. My panties are your 
universe. They give your life meaning, don't they 
Sammy?"

"Yes," was the muffled reply, "meaning..."

"You cannot forget about them, ever. Every day you will 
think about them, every hour, and every minute. My 
panties are the one constant in your life, from this 
moment on. Thinking about them makes you feel good, 
seeing them gives your mind focus, and smelling them 
relaxes you and gives you a deep, deep feeling of well-
being. Do you understand me, Sammy?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Good. You enjoy these feelings very much, don't you?"

"Yes, I enjoy the feelings."

"Yes, you do enjoy the feelings you get from letting my 
panties dominate all your thoughts. In fact, you enjoy 
these wonderful feelings so much that you never want to 
lose them, do you?"

"No. I never want to lose them."

"No, you certainly don't want to lose them, Sammy. You 
enjoy giving up your will to me, and letting my panties 
dominate your thoughts so much now, that you'll do 
anything to INCREASE their power over you, won't you?"

"I'll do anything..."

"That's right, dear. You'll do anything to increase the 
hold my panties have over you, and to ensure that these 
wonderful feelings will never go away. You want to 
submit to me more and more, at every opportunity, so 
that these feelings will continually deepen and 
strengthen. You cannot refuse any opportunity to submit 
to my panties, and you never even want to try. Can you 
ever hope to resist my panties, Sammy?"

"No, never."

"And you don't ever want to try to resist them, even to 
the slightest extent, do you?"

"No, I don't want to resist."

"That's right, Sammy. You are indeed a very good 
student." And as I said this, I gently pulled his face 
against my panty crotch again, as a reward.

"And if I ever show you even the tiniest glimpse of my 
panties, ever again, you will find yourself completely 
unable to look away, and unable to think about anything 
else. You will find yourself becoming weak and 
helpless, lost under the influence of my pretty 
panties. 

"As you look at my panties, you will obey me totally, 
completely unwilling and unable to resist. You will 
find yourself relaxing more and more deeply, the longer 
you look at my panties. You will find yourself obeying 
my wishes automatically, as though it was the most 
natural thing to do, as though you were born to do it. 
You will want nothing more than to obey me and please 
me, and your happiness depends on how well you satisfy 
me.

"You are now my panty slave, Sammy. You will always be 
my panty slave. You were born to be my panty slave. It 
fulfills you very deeply that I allow you to be my 
panty slave, and you are very grateful to me. Don't you 
love being my panty slave, Sammy my dear?"

"Yes, I love being your panty slave."

"You feel a strong desire to share your joy and 
fulfillment with others, so they may also know the true 
bliss you have attained by serving me. You want to 
share this deep feeling of satisfaction with your 
friends, so that they might also experience the same 
ecstasy. You will try to find ways to share this 
experience with others, wont you?"

"Yes, I will try to share..."

"Very good. But how will you teach them? Do you think 
you can convince them just be telling them about my 
panties, and the joy they bring into your life?"

"No."

"That's right, you'd have to SHOW them. I will be glad 
to help you share this joy with others, by showing them 
first hand what it can be like for them, if you don't 
mind me getting involved. Would you like my help with 
that?"

"Yes, please help me."

"I would be glad to," I replied, as if doing him a big 
favor. "Thank you for asking me so kindly. We can work 
together, to show other boys how happy they can be as 
my panty slaves. We can be a team, can't we?"

"Yes, a team."

"I'm so glad to have you on my team, Sammy. You are 
such a good student, and a fine panty slave. I am very 
happy with your progress here this afternoon, and I'd 
like to reward you."

"Reward me?"

"Yes, of course. You may now continue kissing and 
smelling my panties, if you so desire." And with this, 
I turned around, pulled my dress all the way up over my 
hips, and bent over slightly to give him access to my 
panty-covered ass. He began kissing and sniffing like 
it was the most important thing he's ever done in his 
life. Fortunately for me, it was.

THE END?

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