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The Teacher's Submission - Chapter 1
by
Arc Light
Let me take a brief moment to introduce
myself..... and tell you of my shame. My name is Mrs.
Barbara Jones. I am 35 years old; married to a rather
submissive man named Jim and teach Jr. High math. I
also serve as the department head. I do not have what is
considered a knock out body but I can turn a man's head
when I dress to please. I weigh 119 pounds; my
measurements are 34B-23-34; spread over five feet six
inches. I have light brown hair and I wear it in a semi-
page boy type hairdo which nearly reaches the nape of
my neck. My best assets are two long legs which I like
to show; and a tight muscled ass; and I enjoy teasing
the weaker sex.... or so I thought.
Jim and I were married after college. I started
teaching Jr. High math and Jim started with a Big Six
accounting firm. The school in which I started was in a
changing neighborhood. When I started it was a lower
middle class white neighborhood; it is now about 20%
black and the neighborhood is much rougher.
I am not certain how to explain how my
seduction occurred. I have always been a rather meek
teacher. Because of my timid disposition many of the
male students saw this as an opportunity to take
advantage of me. While I was never subjected to any
physical abuse there was more than one occasion where
they ignored my commands; and mocked my attempts at
bringing order to a chaotic classroom.
And then............ It was a bright fall day. My
husband Jim, who I am sure loves me, started having
more and more instances of premature ejaculation.
Week after week and then month after month I was left
behind. Jim, with his woefully inadequate little
manhood tried to satisfy me but failed.... and failed and
failed. I was becoming extremely frustrated and the
sexual tension in my tight body was reaching the
breaking point. After another failed lovemaking session
with my husband the night before I dressed to feel like a
sexy woman under my usual drab outerwear. It was
totally out of character for me. I carefully smoothed
the sheer beige covered nylons before attaching them to
the garter clasps. Pulling on a pair of white lace panties
I looked at my still firm and desirable figure in the full
length mirror. My useless husband had already departed
and I stared at my still desirable body. Yes, I thought,
today I was going to tease one of the bored and lifeless
teachers at my school unmercifully.
Although my breasts are small they are tight and
firm. A rock hard nipple adorns each of the mouth size
perfect breasts. Although probably not needed I slipped
on a matching white lace half bra. I then searched my
closet and picked out a dark blue skirt that ended just
above my knees. A lacy white (to tight) blouse
completed the ensemble. I pulled on the blue blazer as
I stepped into my usual heelless drab shoes. "This day
was going to be special," I thought as I headed for the
door. Little did I know how special.
Although sexually tense from the pathetic
performance of my underendowed husband the night
before, the first three periods had flown by. As the
fourth period started the assistant high school principal
appeared at the door with an arrogant looking black
student. The fourteen year old student looked like he
belonged in high school; not the eighth grade. As he
stood in the door way he had a sneer on his young
mouth and his eyes traveled up and down my body. I
visibly squirmed at his insolent stare. My legs felt weak
as I approached the two waiting males.
"Mrs. Jones, this is Jerome Washington. He has
transferred from his previous school and is being placed
in our care. Although he has extremely high test scores
in both math and science he has a total disrespect for his
teachers. DO not put up with any back talk from this
young man...." came the stern order.
Taking my cue from the assistant principal I
briefly turned to the new student and pointed to a seat in
the first row. "Sit in the front row. I do not expect any
trouble from you," I sternly ordered. Although I used
my harshest tone I am sure that he heard my voice
quiver. As the last words left my red coated lips I felt
the stern glare from his brooding eyes as they burned
deep into my brain.
The assistant principal turned and disappeared in
the well lighted hall. As I turned I felt my already
wobbly legs turn to rubber. I made it to my desk and sat
on the edge. Avoiding Jerome's eyes I continued my
lecture on multiple equations. Although this was my
worst class it was not for the most part disruptive. As I
struggled my eyes finally found there way to the front
seat of the first row. Jerome was slouched in his seat
and was rubbing the front of his tight jeans...............
..........rubbing an obvious oversize bulge. My train of
thought was lost.... and my mouth agape. I struggled
to regain my composure but could see that all the
students were delighted at my indecision.
Mercifully the bell rang and a low roar erupted
from the classroom. Most of the students were headed
towards the door when I yelled out their homework
assignments for the following Monday. As the last
student casually walked out of the classroom I turned
and nearly walked into the arrogant new black student.
My emerald eyes and his dark eyes met and I quickly
dropped my gaze to the floor. With an indifferent
attitude he brushed against my tense body and shuffled
to the door. When he reached the door he pulled it shut
and ............ twisted the inside lock. The metallic
mechanism slammed shut and seemed to echo
throughout the room.
When he turned his face was covered with a
scornful scowl. "I didn't want us to be interrupted. It
will take us a few moments for you to understand
what I expect of you."
I am sure that he could see me start to tremble.
I looked towards the door but knew that I had no hope
of reaching it as he was standing directly in the way.
I slowly backed up until I was against the window
seal. He slowly walked towards me. He was only fourteen;
but he was taller than me. My eyes inventoried the hard
body as he approached. His steps seemed as they were
in slow motion. At long last he was standing directly in
front of me; his hard brown eyes burning into me. He
casually reached out and his callused hand caressed my
cheek. I grabbed his large hand with my petite hand but
he continued to gently rub my cheek. His index finger
touched my lips and rubbed my bright red lip gloss into
his finger. My eyes locked onto my tormentor's....... he
could sense my fear and apprehension.
His finger became insistent; he wanted to insert
the substitute cock into my mouth. Staring into his
forbidding eyes I tried to shake my head. The sneer
reappeared and as a tear dripped on my cheek the finger
was inserted into my warm oral chamber. "Suck my
finger....It will not stretch your mouth," Jerome ordered.
My tongue found the ridges of his finger and as I
looked into his face I could see his mocking smirk. He
had won; and won rather easily the first test of strength.
I felt my nipples tingle and then harden. My feminine
dew was coating my lace panties. As I sucked on his
finger he ridiculed me more, "You suck good teach. I
be giving you something else to suck on if you're a good
little bitch".
I cowered against the hard window seal. I was
totally frightened............but my panties were becoming
soaked.
I'm sure he heard me whimper as I felt his left
hand drop to my chest. His fingers searched for my
nipple. When he found the nipple he increased the
pressure between his thumb and forefinger. My nipple
hardened and the pressure increased.. He wanted me to
feel the pain...He wanted me to acknowledge his
domination. Another set of tears ran from my eyes.
Here I was; a thirty five year old teacher; shoved against
the wall with a fourteen year old black student savagely
twisting my right nipple while forcing me to suck his
right index finger.
The smirk widened as he spoke, "Unbutton your
blouse you little slut".
I tried to shake my head no but with his finger in
my mouth I couldn't shake my head.
The fingers tightened around my blood engorged
nipple. My eyes continued to tear.
"No, Please......." I managed to mutter.
"Unbutton the blouse bitch......" came the quick
reply.
The fear and dread were consuming me. I
prayed for someone to come to the door..... but even if
they did they would think that I had merely went to the
cafeteria.
My rock hard nipple was being cruelly twisted
between Jerome's hard fingers. My eyes begged him to
stop the torment but his fingers continued to tighten
around my savaged nipple. His finger dueled with my
tongue and his eyes.................mocked me for my
weakness.
"I guess that you will have to be punished for
disobeying me. You will come to learn that when I give
you an order your only response is complete and instant
submission," he calmly stated.
He dislodged his finger and grabbed me by the
nape of my neck and pushed down so that I was bent at
the waist. He then walked me the few steps over the
edge of my desk.
I could only manage a weak, "Please..." before
he brushed the books and paper onto the floor and
pushed me face down on the hard surface. The edge of
the desk caught me about waist high.
Jerome then walked to the chalkboard in back of
the desk. I should have tried to run for the door but I
was petrified with fear. The tears were still running
down my face and falling on the hard desktop. I
avoided looking at the black youth as he walked back
around the desk. He was directly behind me and I was
noticeably trembling with dread.
"I expect you to obey me. You have displeased
me. Do you have anything you wish to say ?" he
questioned.
Although, on hindsight, I am sure I should have
taken control of the rapidly deteriorating situation. I
was a thirty five year old teacher that allowed a fourteen
year old black youth to fondle me; insert his vile finger
into my mouth and drape me over my own desk as if I
was an old worn out coat.
Unfortunately........ the facts were that I was
trembling in total submission. I was never a strong
person......I was always afraid.... of my father; of my
husband.... of the Principal.... and now......Totally
Terrified of a fourteen year old muscular black boy.
So.....when he asked if I had anything to say I
meekly sobbed, "I'm sorry.."
His cutting laugh tore throughout my soul. He
was mocking me. His laughter was ridiculing me.
"Lift the hem of your skirt. It's time for your
spanking, " he brusquely ordered.
"No... My God NO!" I nearly screamed.
The first stroke from the hard yardstick burned
through my dark blue skirt to my tender asscheeks. The
second stroke concentrated on only the left cheek. The
next several landed at random and set my ass on fire.
What had previously been only a few isolated tears
became a torrent. I gripped the edge of the desk with
my hands knowing out of instinct to not protect my now
reddened and painful ass.
Mercifully the spanking stopped. I waited
several minutes as I heard his heavy breathing behind
me.
"Lift the hem of your skirt Teach. I am not
through with you yet. I suggest you do not make me
angry or you will regret it..." came the follow up
command.
I tried to conceive the words that would allow
me to escape this terrible nightmare.
No words formed and I felt my hands leave the
side of the desk and make their torturous journey to the
hem of my blue skirt. Sobbing I grasped the bottom
hem and slowly pulled the skirt up and over my bruised
and burning behind. Only at this instance had I
remembered that my burning ass was covered by the
white lace panties I had put on only a few short hours
ago. My humiliation grew deeper. Maybe it was good
that I was face down on the desk. At least Jerome
Washington could not see my blushing crimson face.
It took my tormentor several minutes.... I am
sure he was merely taking in what must have been a
delightful vision. My redden asscheeks covered by my
white lace panties with my firm upper thighs stretched
across the desk; all at High Noon at Madison Jr. High
School.
His first touch was a gentle caress as his
fingertips slowly slid across the tight panties. My
cheeks were burning but the cool touch soothed the
tender skin. The fingers slowly...so slowly dropped. I
nearly fainted when Jerome's index finger outlined the
legs of my panties. At first it was only the tip that snuck
under the edge. He removed the exploring finger and I
felt the heat return to my face.
"Spread yourself for me Mrs. Jones..."
Still sobbing I timidly muttered, "Please
no..Please have mercy..."
"You best not disobey me twice in one day
Barbara......," came the quiet threat. "May I call you
Barbara," he continued to mock.
The last question was almost comical. Here I
was, a thirty five year old teacher, freshly spanked,
holding her skirt to her waist, with her fourteen year old
student stroking her tender asscheeks.
"If you leave now I won't report anything that
has happened," I softly pleaded.
"I can see that you need more discipline. You
will receive the training that you need but I am telling
you that you best spread those long legs or you will
spend the next week wishing you had," he sharply
ordered.
I felt my legs slowly open. It was almost an
unconscious thought. I was now completely open to his
dark forbidding eyes; and his probing fingers.
The next sensation was gentle.
Cupping his fingers he rubbed them over the
crotch of my tight panties. I heard the smooth mocking
laughter.
"A teacher of your stature....... Mrs. Jones.
You should be ashamed. Standing in front of one of
your young students with your hem pulled up around
your waist, and your pussy leaking like a faucet. What
would the members of the school board think of such a
wanton display of sexual misconduct ?"
I could only screech, "But you made me," before
the next torrent of tears covered my mascara and rouge
streaked face.
His long black index finger then found the leg of
my panties and busied itself in the search of my wet
tunnel. Jerome tormented me as the finger made it's
way around my swollen lower lips. The tip of his finger
caressed my blood engorged elongated clit and he felt
my shudder. A soft moan escaped my lips. I wished
that I was stronger..........
"The little bitch likes her clit stroked doesn't
she?" he questioned.
I was beyond lying. I was beyond the absurdity
of my current dilemma. What I desired was the black
finger to resume it's gentle probing of my wet and warm
sex.
I again begged........"Please.." was my simple
request.
Jerome Washington, a fourteen year old black
student understood my humble request.
"What do you want Mrs. Jones. Do you want
the big bad nigger boy to leave....... Or do you want me
to stroke your soaking pussy some more ?"
"Please make me....Make it Happen," I pleaded.
The finger returned to my clit. It brutally rubbed
the clit and two other fingers wormed their way to my
sopping chamber. The fingers slid deep and I spread my
legs as far as I could. As the fingers probed my inner
most sanctum I thrust my hips back to encase as much
as the pleasure producing digits as possible.
Although it seemed like an eternity, the all
encompassing orgasm consumed my body. Screaming I
throw myself against the strong fingers that were
invading my body and roughly stroking my hardened
clit. Nothing mattered except..........my final release.
Mercifully my body accepted the climax. The
fingers continued probing until I collapsed on the floor
in front of my desk. Jerome backed up several steps and
allowed by exhausted body to sink to the dirty, dusty
hardwood floor.
Another eternity passed while I struggled to
regain my bearing. Slumped facing the desk I slowly
lowered my breathing and opened my eyes. I tried to
focus on the clock above my desk and a pang of fear ran
through my body. In only twelve minutes my classroom
would again be full.......
I twisted myself around and looked up at the
smirking black youth. My eyes refocussed and then I
saw IT. He had taken his hard black cock from his
jeans..... The penis looked like a giant cucumber
compared to my husbands'; the only previous penis that
I had seen.
"It's my turn....Open wide Teach," came the
frightening command.
I shook my head...."No, I can't. My students
will be back in ten minutes. You must leave....I have to
clean myself up," I begged. I pleaded.
"You best hurry then. Unless you want them to
come in and have a seat while you suck my cock. What
do you prefer Mrs. Jones ?"
My mind was racing... I had to.........
My tongue caressed the dark purple tip and my
lips grasped the long thick cock. I tried to look at the
frosted window panes to my door as I sucked the black
cock. The only time that I had sucked my husband's
diminutive organ was when I had gotten drunk.
I felt the strong hands grab my ears. HE pulled
me forward and more of the huge cock was forced
down my throat. I nearly gagged...my breathing was
becoming ragged. I forced myself to relax my throat
muscles as the black cock forced it's way deeper and
deeper into my throat.
"Grip my nuts...play with them and I will give
you your reward Mrs. Jones," came the ridiculing order.
Desperately I reached for the egg size testicles
hanging below his massive cock. I gently squeezed the
soft organs and I felt his grip tighten on my ears. The
black cock was crammed even deeper to burning throat
and I felt his testicles draw up and then.............
The scalding torrent of black cum ricocheted
against the back of my throat. I struggled to suck the
volumous discharge down and into my stomach. The
salty black cum coated my throat. I started choking but
the black youth continued to have a stranglehold on my
ears. My wide eyes pleaded for relief but I saw only
pure dominance as I looked up over his still hard black
cock.
The organ slowly softened and at long last it
slipped out from my lips. A rope like string of his black
seed stretched from my sore jaws to the purple tip of his
cock as I again slipped back to the dirty wooden floor.
I closed my eyes and tried to regain my senses as the
clock ticked on. When I reopened my eyes he had
closed the two feet that we were apart and was
squeezing the remaining fertile man cream from the tip
of his beautiful cock. I watched as if in slow motion the
slimy discharge dripped onto my blouse and skirt.
When the last string had fallen the sudden thud of a
knock reverberated throughout the empty classroom.
My eyes shot to the door...... Panic spread
throughout my body.
I jumped up.... and started pulling my skirt
down. Smoothing the wrinkled material I hurriedly
brushed my hair with my sticky cum coated hands.
Panic was nearly consuming me as I looked desperately
to the door and possible.... no, probable disgrace. I
glanced towards the instigator of my problems and his
sneering face cut me again to the quick.
I hurriedly walked towards the door and was
nearly there.
"I want your panties Teach," came the next
command.
I shook my head. I couldn't speak and time was
rapidly running out.
"You can give me your panties now.....or you
can give them to me when your students come in for
their Trig... It's your choice."
I desperately looked again at the door. It would
only be seconds before one of the administrators
arrived and opened the door and........
Stepping to the side of the door I hurriedly
pulled my cum stained blue skirt up and pulled down the
soaked panties. Holding them delicately in my fingers I
retraced my steps to the arrogant black student. He
took my panties and brought them to his face. Making a
production of the simple act he inhaled deeply and a
smile covered his face. "Mrs. Jones... Your Pussy
smells delightful.."
Humiliated further I turned and without turning
back made it to the door and unclasped the metal lock just
as the assistant principal was inserting his key into the
outside lock. The opening of the door caught him by
surprise and he had a startled look on his face. He then
looked past me to see the muscular black student
standing by the window.
Befuddled he muttered, "Mrs. Jones, you know
that it is against school policy to have your door locked
with a student in your room...." It was at this point
when he noticed my disheveled appearance.
Standing before the stern looking superior I felt
my dew coated pussy start to leak.......and coat the tops
of my nylons. I could only imagine what my tear stained
face looked like. I prayed that I was able to swallow the
intense discharge from Jerome. As the administrator
turned to leave he noticed the wet stain on my blouse
and skirt.
Mercifully the students then separated the two of
us and pushed into the room. I backed up and only then
did I detect the pungent odor of sex as I watched the
assistant principal walk down the hall.
I fell against the wall and closed my eyes. The
shrill sound of the bell rang out and I reopened my eyes
to see my seducer directly in front of me.
"I will wait for you after school. You can take
me home Mrs. Jones......."
My pussy leaked some more fluid as the fourteen
year old black student walked out of my class.
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