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Private school  (ch. 1-10)

The buildings looked stayed and full of tradition. Anne liked them and the park surrounding them at first sight and was even happier she had taken this job at the small 6th form boarding school rather than the one at the state school she had been offered, too. She followed the driveway round the building until she found the staff parking lot. Although it was the last day before the start of the new term there were only half a dozen other cars and she found space for her small Honda easily. Grabbing her smaller suitcase she made for the door. There would be time for the big one later, when she knew where her rooms were.

She pushed open the door and found herself in a long deserted hallway. Uncertainly she walked along listening to the sound of her footsteps. Apparently the headmaster did not believe in signposting, there were numbers on the doors, but no signs to tell her where the office or the headmaster's study were. Anne started, when suddenly two teenagers came out of a room. The two seemed just as surprised, but after the initial recoiling two pairs of eyes scanned her body, then fastened on her breasts. Although Anne knew the effect her C-sized breasts had on adolescents and tried to hide them in full cup bras, she still blushed. She forced herself to remain calm. It just wouldn't do to get flustered the first time she met students.

"Hi, I'm new here. Can you tell me where the headmaster's office is?"

With obvious difficulty the two raised their eyes to her face. A blond boy of about 17 smiled.

"Sure, Miss.  Down the hall and on the left, the last door."

"Thanks, guys."

She walked on. The two had seemed friendly enough. She breathed out and had to smile at her own nervousness. She found the door easily enough and introduced herself to the headmaster. He, too, seemed friendly and easygoing, about in his mid fifties, slightly balding and somewhat overweight. After a few minutes of small talk about her trip and the weather, he came to the point.

"Right, Miss Goodall. I'm sure you'll be eager to know what your job here will entail. I know this is somewhat unusual, but since your predecessor left us rather suddenly, you will be settled with one of our two final grade classes. Seventeen students, 12 of them boys and 5 girls. They are really a nice lot. All of our students are quite well-behaved. Although I am sure you will know that teenagers can be a bit rowdy at times. Mister Barker has the other final grade and I'm sure he will be happy to fill you in on everything you need to know. Are you ok with that?"

"Oh, of course," Anne replied smiling. "I know I will need some help to get the hang of it, but I'm prepared to work hard and take advice from more experienced teachers."

"That's the spirit," the headmaster smiled. "Besides that, this being a boarding school, you will have to take your turn as House Master. Or I really should say House Mistress in these gender conscious times." They shared a quick smile. "And there is the problem, I'm afraid. You will share responsibility for Aspinall House, which is home to all 35 final graders with Mister Barker and two other teachers. There are two wings, boys and girls, of course. As it is, every teacher is expected to be on duty about twice a week. The problem with that is that we are a bit short on accommodation. Your predecessor, being married, had a house in the village and maintained only a small bedroom, hardly more than a broom cupboard, to be honest, here for his duty nights."

"But I thought I would get rooms from the school and haven't made any arrangements for private accommodation," Anne interrupted. "It said so in the contract."

The headmaster raised a hand. "And so you will, very nice accommodation in fact. As you drove up to the house, you may have seen a small cottage on the left among the trees. A former gardener's cottage. I was thinking of putting you up there. It is quite small, but very nice for a single person like you. The problem is that the only room you could stay in during duty nights is on the boys' side. I have already made it clear to the boys that they will have to be decent in the hallway to and from the bathrooms. Do you think you might manage staying there?"

After the shock Anne was relieved.

"Sure, no problem. I'll just keep my door closed and knock when I leave the room," she quipped.

The headmaster grinned. He picked up a key ring from his desk.

"Great. This is the key to the cottage. I'll call one of your boys to show you the way. And we always have a staff dinner the night before the start of term. If you could be here in the staff dining room at 7 I could introduce you to the other teachers."

He picked up a phone and punched two numbers.

"Goodman here, who is that? Ahh, Morris. I wonder if you could spare a few minutes to show your new teacher to her quarters in the gardener's cottage. ? No, Morris, not later, now."

He put the phone down shaking his head.

"Most of our students are very well-mannered, but this Morris really needs a firm hand. He considers himself above the rules sometimes. Rich daddy and highly intelligent, too." He suddenly smiled. "But I'm sure you'll be more than capable of providing that. He's in your class."

A couple of minutes later a knock on the door interrupted them and a dark-haired, good-looking young man entered smiling somewhat sardonically. The headmaster did the introductions and Anne followed the student out of the office. He made no attempt to take Anne's suitcase and once outside slowed down until he was walking next to Anne and openly stared at her breasts. She pretended not to notice. If she made a fuss every time men stared at her breasts, she would have time for nothing else.

Morris identified her car right away. It was probably the only one unknown to him. He steered towards the passenger door, then stepped aside as if waiting for Anne to open the door for him. You can wait till you grow roots, Anne thought and went to the boot to drop her small suitcase in. Then she sauntered over to the driver's door. He got in on the other side and immediately pushed his seat all the way back. Out of the corner of her eye Anne saw that he was enjoying the view – the view down her blouse. She allowed herself a small smile. He would probably jerk off tonight thinking of her breasts.

"What's so amusing?" Morris suddenly asked, the first words he had spoken since leaving the office.

For a split second Anne toyed with the idea of telling him, but of course that wouldn't do.

"Just looking forward to my new job."

"Oh, I thought you enjoyed being alone with me so much."

Anne looked over and saw him grinning.

"Don't get any ideas, Morris," she answered curtly.

The drive down to the cottage was short and they both remained silent. When they got out, Morris turned to her and with his eyes firmly fixed on her breasts said.

"I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot more of you, Anne." He licked his lips slowly.

"And that will be Ms Woodall to you, Morris. It seems you forgot your manners over the summer. But rest assured you will rediscover them quickly enough. I will see to that. I'm a firm believer in discipline. You may leave now."

For a moment Morris looked furious at being dismissed like this, but then his face broke into a wolfish grin.

"Others have tried that before you, Ms Woodall," he gave the Ms an insolent inflection. "We'll see about learning manners."

Before Anne could make any reply he turned away and made his way back to the school. Anne sighed. Hardly arrived and she already had a problem student. And here she had expected students at the private school to be better behaved.

She turned and put the key in the lock.

The cottage was a pleasant surprise. She had come expecting some rather drab institutional apartment off a noisy hallway, but this was more like a well-appointed holiday cottage. Granted it was small, but then she was single and did not need a palatial house. She entered straight into a cozy living-room with a small kitchen unit and breakfast bar hidden around a corner. The furnishings were slightly old-fashioned, but the whole place oozed character. There was even an small open fireplace. A couple of comfortable armchairs, a low coffee table and a small cabinet left room enough to breathe. Since there was obviously no room for a study a desk had been placed under a window. The only two doors led to a well-appointed shower room and toilet and the only bedroom. She smiled, when she saw the queen-sized bed. She loved having the space to stretch out. But the best feature was the garden. Both the bedroom and the living-room had big French doors leading out into a small walled garden. It looked slightly overgrown, but she with a bit of gardening on a couple of weekends she would have a wonderful and very private retreat. It would more than compensate for spending a couple of night per week in some broom closet overseeing the students. She promised herself to bring lots of work on those nights so she could enjoy her little cottage as much as possible.

The sound of a chime made her start and she was halfway to the front door, when she realized it had come from inside the room. She smiled to herself, when she saw the little clock on the mantelpiece. 3.30. Better get going, she thought. Maybe if I get a move on, I can enjoy an hour on the patio before going to dinner.

She lugged her two suitcases and her laptop computer in from car and busied herself distributing her stuff around the cottage. There was ample space, since he had left her winter clothes and a lot of her books with her parents to be collected later. But with a new bookshelf somewhere close to the desk all that would fit in as well. She had a moment of panic, when she set up her laptop, but then discovered the data socket tucked away behind one of the desk legs. It was almost 5 when she was done. She smiled, time enough for a good shower and an hour in the sun. She headed for the bathroom, then thought better of it. This was her private place after all. So she went to the bedroom to undress and stuffed her clothes into the hamper. Naked she walked back to the bathroom.

When she opened the door she found herself confronted with her own naked self. A big mirror covered most of the back wall. Playfully she raised her arms. Though her full breasts did not sag anyway, she always felt they looked best when her arms were raised. Mary had said so, too. She blushed and put the thought away. Instead she turned around and peered over her shoulder. Her bottom was as rounded and firm as ever, but after the fortnight on Ibiza she felt she needed some more exercise to keep it that way. She made a mental note to ask the headmaster, if there was any problem with her doing a bit of jogging in the school grounds. When she turned back her eyes fell to the full blonde bush between her legs. She kept it neatly trimmed to her bikini line, of course, but she loved the silky texture of her hair down there. Slowly she ran her hands through the dense hair. Her nipples reacted instantly. It had been almost a week since ? . When she touched her lower lips she moaned softly and her legs parted slightly. It felt so naughty doing this in front of the mirror. Ever since she had forgotten to lock the bathroom door and her mother had caught her with her fingers between her legs, when she was 14, and had give her a stern lecture about masturbation, she had been very self-conscious about it, but now she could not help it. Mesmerized she stared at her finger parting the hair and entering between the moist folds, gasped, when her fingertips found her clit, breathed heavily when they continued stroking and rubbing it. Her left began to massage her full breasts and she kept watching herself masturbate all the way until she could hold it in no longer and came unable to muffle the scream that always accompanied and intense climax.

Breathing hard and with the smell of her own arousal strong she stood for a minute until she climbed into the shower. The water calmed her down and she felt wonderfully relaxed and at ease, when she lay down on the sun lounger on the patio. It was only when she went back in to get dressed, that she realized she had never put on any clothes.

Contrary to her expectations the dinner party was fun. The other teachers, about a dozen of them, were the usual mixed bunch, but all seemed nice enough and made her feel included right away. When they were all mixing after dinner with drinks in their hands she sought out Colin Baker, the other sixth form teacher. He was hardly older than she was, with close-cropped brown hair and an athletic build. They discussed curriculum and he showed her which of the teachers would teach her home-room which subjects. He also explained her duties as House Master. It did not seem too difficult. She just had to make sure everyone was accounted for after 10 and in the right room and quiet at 12.

"You'll be responsible for both the girls' and boys' wing, I'm afraid," he added. "We just aren't big enough to have separate House Masters or we would all be spending all our nights in the lions' den." He suddenly grinned. "Have you met any of your young lions yet?"

When Anne recounted her meeting with Rick Morris (leaving out the sexual innuendo), the young teacher nodded.

"Yep, that would be our Morris. The king of the molehill. His dad has got money to burn, but the real reason he is so spoilt is that he is not only good-looking, but also extremely clever. When he applies himself his is an exceptional student, but even with his usual lack of application he still is mostly an A student. All the boys follow his lead. And all the girls ?, well, they adore him. And boy does he know it. He considers himself irresistible. Frankly, I would be surprised if he hadn't made some sort of pass at you. But that is none of my business, of course."

Anne was on the verge of admitting that Morris had, but then bit back the thought. No need to explain all that. When the first people started leaving, Anne, too made her excuses. She had come on foot and the walk back to her cottage in the dark was a pleasant one. She slept soundly in her new home.

The first days of school went very well. She entered her home room with some butterflies in her stomach, but the students seemed nice enough, quite well behaved and willing to accept her authority. Even Morris showed his best side. The other classes she taught were just as easy and she settled into a nice routine enjoying what she did.

When she entered the school on the early Thursday evening for her first night as House master, she felt confident. Her room was small but not quite the broom closet Mr Goodman had alluded to. It held a bed, a shelf and a small writing desk, all she needed really. She made her first rounds announcing her presence and reminding the boys with a smile that she was on duty and that they had better be decent when walking in the hallway. They seemed to accept that without any second thoughts. The only real inconvenience would be that she would have to use the girls' lavatory, which was right at the end of the girls' wing.

She spent a couple of hours doing her prep interrupted only, when she had to step out to remind some of the boys not to be too loud in the hallway. They apologized immediately. At ten she started her rounds to check that everyone was there. She spent a few minutes chatting with some of the girls, then made her way back to the boys' side. Loudly knocking on the first door and announcing herself, she waited for a moment, then stepped in. The two inhabitants greeted her with a smile and a jokingly military: "Altman and Ericson present, Ma'am!"

"At east, men!" she replied grinning. The boys grinned back. This wasn't halfway as awkward as she had fear it would be. The other rooms presented no problems either. When she made for the last room, David Gryffith, Rick Morris's roommate came towards her. He pointed towards the bathroom and she nodded, passing him. At the door, she knocked and announced herself, just like she had done at the other rooms, then stepped in. Morris was lying on his bed in his pyjamas. He looked at her without a word

"Hi, everything ok? Just checking everyone is present."

Morris grinned insolently.

"Present? Oh, I'm very much present." He looked down his body and Anne automatically followed his gaze. Under the thin material of the pyjama he had a very obvious erection. "Want to check my presence more closely, Ms Woodall?"

For a second Anne had the impossible thought to call his bluff and make him expose himself, but of course that would never do. She was lost for words.

"Impressed?" Morris asked casually.

"I'd be more impressed by a good scholarly performance, Morris."

She knew it was a lame answer, but it was the only one she could come up with. She turned on her heels and left.

What was it with this boy? She was quite used to boys staring at her body, especially at her breasts, but Morris seemed intent on pushing it further. But at the same time he was clever enough not to be too obvious. She shrugged. He wouldn't get anywhere with her. She went back to her room and closed the door behind her. She decided to get comfortable and put on her own pyjamas, then lay on the bed to read for a while. At midnight she stepped out for a final check. Everything was quiet, but when she returned from a final visit to the girls' side and the bathroom, she met Morris coming out of the boys' lavatory. Since it was a few minutes past midnight, she waited for him to enter his room. He took his time sauntering towards her, openly looking at her. Before he opened the door to his own room, he turned around once more.

"Very nice," he grinned pointedly looking at her breasts.

When Anne looked down she realized that in the cool hallway her nipples had contracted and were poking through the thin silk. She looked up trying to find a sharp retort, but he had already disappeared into his room.

It started at the end of her second week. After a few rainy days the weekend was glorious and she spent it working on her tan in the garden. The Saturday had been mostly filled with getting the garden back in shape, but the Sunday was all about enjoying and relaxing. Those evenings as House Master proved very fruitful and she had taken to going over there early on duty nights. With no possible distraction, she got lots of work done. And was left to enjoy her free time, when she was at home.

When the sun went down, she walked inside and sat down at her computer. She checked her mail and answered a few. The hours in the sun had left her slightly sweaty, but completely relaxed and she knew there was only one thing that would relax her even more. She went to her favourite website for erotic writing and scanned the newly published stories. The one drawback of taking a job at the small boarding school was that there was hardly any chance to get to know men. Since she had broken up with her former boyfriend in January, she hadn't had proper sex with anyone. Except ? she quickly repressed the thought. And she was hardly likely to meet anyone here. The next village was quite small and the nearest town was over ten miles away and hardly bigger. She wondered if Colin was single. Now he seemed nice enough.

She decided on a story and started reading. Soon her top was discarded and her hands were busy on her breasts. Ahhhh, it felt so good to have them touched, even if it was only by her own hands. As the action heated up, one hand sneaked between her legs, caressed the silky hair, then plunged into the moist folds. Mhhhh, it felt even better when she found her clit and started teasing it. She licked her lips and followed the plot caressing her clit, while the man in the story licked his lover's pussy. When he slid between her legs and entered her, her fingers followed suit. Breathing heavily now she moved more quickly and came just as the couple in the story climaxed for the first time.

Her scream of sweet agony was interrupted by a ping from her computer and the usual sign popped up: "You've got mail" She cursed loudly. Probably some stupid spam that had spoiled her orgasm. The mood broken, she clicked to open the mail, then frowned

From:  [email protected]

To: [email protected]

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID THIS SUMMER!

It's no more bras for you from now on. Show off those udders.

The mail wasn't signed. For a moment she feared ?, but no, how could anyone? Stupid. Some jerk was obviously amused by sending out dirty mails to all sorts of people. She clicked and deleted the mail.

To take her mind off the spam mail, she read on. After a few minutes she went to her bedroom and picked up her vibrator. A very nice story and she felt very relaxed at the end.

The shoe dropped the next day during lunch break. Mrs Allison stormed into the staff room.

"Look at this filth I just tore from the notice-board in the hall. I wonder what perverted little brat put this up there for all to see. I mean there are children walking past that notice-board constantly."

She slapped a piece of paper onto the table. Anne could only see it was some kind of photo. She approached the table but the other teachers were in front of her blocking the view.

"Well, I've seen worse, I must say," commented the principal quietly. "But you were of course right in taking it down immediately, Mrs Allison. It may not be as pornographic as some stuff I have had to confiscate, but it has certainly no place here. The problem is we are unlikely to find the culprit. The boys will stick together and probably admire whoever did it and the girls won't want to be called snitches. But I'll try anyway."

He turned away and Anne got her first look at the picture. She blanched.

The picture showed 4 women in a club. And two of them had freed the third's big breasts and were playing with them right in the middle of the dance floor.

Although the face was completely obscured, there was no question in her mind who the woman in the picture was. There had been a lot of strobe lights in that club. And one of them must have been the flash of a camera. Panic seized her. If anyone at school ever found out this was her, she would be history. Correction, if anyone else found out. This picture appearing at this school at this particular time could not be just an accident. And why would anyone obscure the face? Some one knew.

"Are you ok? You look very pale, Anne."

With an effort she dragged herself back to the present.

"No, no, it's just? I don't? I'm not feeling too well. It's ok. It'll pass."

The teacher who had asked her (in her confusion she couldn't even remember his name) did not seemed too convinced, but left with an encouraging smile. Anne went to a corner seat and picked up a newspaper at random. For the rest of the lunch break she hid behind it trying to calm herself down.

She got through the afternoon lessons somehow and then hurried home. She switched on her computer and immediately the sign blinked up: "You've got mail." There were several, but she saw the one she dreaded right away. Biting her lips she opened it.

From:  [email protected]

To: [email protected]

You've been a bad slut. When you are given an order, you obey. It seems you need to learn some discipline. So tomorrow I expect to see your udders swing free and whenever you enter a classroom your nipples had better point straight at the students, nice and hard. Or you might enjoy the sight of all the students and teachers looking at your naked snatch. The choice is yours, slut

And attached to the mail was another picture that she recognized instantly.

Damn it, why had she gone to that stupid club with Mary? It had been the last evening of the holiday and Mary had wanted to celebrate. That Club was the 'in' place to go and so she had tagged along. And had enjoyed it so much, she had had a drink or two too many. And when things started heating up later at night, she had been right in it. She blushed thinking of all the things that had happened. Bad enough it was these pictures that had surfaced here somehow. Having other things revealed didn't even bear thinking about.

But that did not solve her problem. Could she really go to school without a bra? She knew her breasts were firm and she could afford to go braless (although she never did), but having erect nipples would draw every student's attention to her breasts. She flushed with shame even considering the possibility. Maybe she could talk whoever was sending the mails out of it. She pressed reply.

From:  [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Look, whoever you are. What you are asking is unreasonable. I can't go around at school dressed like that. Let's get together and discuss this. I promise if this stops now there will be no repercussion. However you should be aware that what you are doing constitutes blackmail.

She pressed 'send'. It hardly took 10 seconds when the return mail arrived.

From:  [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Firstly of course I did not read what you just wrote to me. I don't care what you think. Just a few pointers, stupid slut

And the picture that came with it sealed her fate. There was Mary, bent over in the club, her skirt raised and her panties pulled aside by a blonde Anne did not even know. And next to Mary squatting, and licking her way up her thigh towards her pussy and fully exposed anus, was Anne herself. Crushed Anne stared at the screen. Apparently he had anticipated her answer, had anticipated every argument she could make and had even made it impossible to argue with him. She shook her head. There was really nothing left to do, but ? . She blushed violently.

She had lain awake half the night, alternately trying to find a way out and trying to figure out what she could wear that wasn't too obvious. In the end she decided on a twin set of finely knitted light green wool. She could keep the jacket closed over her breasts most of the time, but she knew she couldn't risk leaving it there. When she entered a classroom she would have to pull the jacket aside unobtrusively to reveal her nipples.

The weather being a bit cool for the season the twin set did not raise any eyebrows in the staff room, but when she went for her first class, she encountered a problem. Nervously she pulled the jacket aside, but her nipples just did not want to stand up. She tried to conjure up some sexy images, but she was much too nervous. The students, 2nd formers, did not seem to notice anything unusual. But then at that age it was unlikely that any one of them had been sending the mail. The whole thing was too well thought through for just a child's prank.

The next lesson was sports and it was much more natural to appear in a thin t-shirt. The staff changing room being cool her nipples contracted somewhat and when she entered she could see some of the 16- year-old boys nudging each other and grinning. She bit her lips and tried to pretend nothing was out of the ordinary. She tried to be careful about sudden moves, but as the lesson wore on she concentrated more on what she was doing and when some of the students just didn't seem to grasp the correct way to do a jump shot at the basket, she asked for the ball and demonstrated it herself. It was only when she came down and saw the rapt attention on the boys' faces that she realised what the boys must have seen.

The third lesson of the day was with younger kids again, but she decided to take no risks and make sure the jacket was open. But again she found it impossible to get her nipples erect. She fervently hoped the blackmailer wasn't in this class.

The final lesson after lunch was in her home room. She spent most of her lunch-break trying to think of something to make her nipples stand up as the blackmailer had wanted. In the end she found no alternative to the drastic solution.

Two doors down from her home room was a girls' restroom. Most of her students were hanging about outside the room, when she entered the hallway. But instead of making for the classroom, she entered the restroom and hurried to one of the cubicles. Nervously she put down her bag and reached under the pullover. She rolled and pinched her nipples until they stood up. She flushed in case anyone else was there and almost ran out of the cubicle. On the way to the door she caught sight of herself in the mirror and gasped. The thin knitted material moulded itself around her breast showing them off perfectly and her nipples stuck out almost obscenely. She kept staring for a few seconds. But there was no way out. Taking a deep breath, she made her way to the classroom.

Her entry raised an audible gasp and 17 pairs of eyes fastened on her nipples. She stuttered her way through her greeting and introduction trying to get the lesson on the road as soon as possible. It did not work too well. The students were all too obviously staring at her breasts at every opportunity, both boys and girls, a part of her mind noticed, and she was too flustered to make sense of what was going on. After a quarter of an hour she gave them some task for a group work and leaned back to collect her thoughts.

She was disturbed a few minutes later, when she saw Rick Morris approaching. Could he..? But he just quietly put his textbook down in front of her and asked a question about a passage he did not understand. She concentrated hard only too aware of his presence just inches from her. She explained, what he had asked about, but when she raised her eyes to his face, he was looking past the textbook at her breasts. When he noticed her gaze, he smiled and slowly licked his lips.

"We must have been good lately," he said in a low voice.

She looked at him slightly confused. He raised an eyebrow.

"Only good pupils get treats from teachers and you're certainly giving us some eye-candy today."

He turned and sat down in his seat before she could think of a suitable retort. Damn it, she should have expected some remark like that from that boy.

Returning home she switched on the computer with a sense of foreboding. The mail she was dreading had arrived only minutes earlier.

From:  [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Nice bags indeed, just as I thought they would be. Nice, big and bouncy, just made to stick a cock between them. I'm sure they gave even old Goodman a hardon.

And I guess showing them off to all and sundry got you really hot. So you couldn't wait to stick your fingers down your snatch. What a bad girl masturbating in the restrooms between classes.

But it seems you have understood finally. When I say jump, you jump. Well done.

Oh and btw, you can forget about bras completely. They just bounce too nicely.

You know what is going to happen, when I catch you wearing a bra, right?

Anne gulped, but the next day she went to school braless again. At least she did not have to make her nipples stand up.

Two days later, it was one of her duty nights again, she went to work wearing a t-shirt. It was thinner than she would have liked, but the weather had turned hot and wearing anything warmer would have drawn even more attention. She noticed some of the girl had foregone bras, too, but then most of them had much smaller breasts anyway. The stares in the hallways were the same as always and even in the staffroom she caught some of the male teachers catching a good look at her breasts and smiling.

During lunch break she decided to take a walk in the grounds both to enjoy the weather and to get away from the stares. Outside the main building a group of students was lounging about apparently also trying to catch the sun. She recognized some of her homeroom among them and waved. They waved back, but some of the boys were grinning strangely. She was just turning the corner when someone bumped into her. She lost her balance and would have fallen over, if she hadn't been caught by a pair of strong arms. She found herself looking into Morris's face.

"Awww, I'm so sorry," he drawled. "And just look at the mess I've made."

She followed his eyes and gasped. He was holding a pint glass of water and the water had spilled all over her t-shirt. It clung to her breasts and her nipples were visible as dark shadows under the thin material. Her chin dropped.

"Here let me help you," Morris piped up. He pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket and started pressing it to her breasts. For a few seconds Anne was too stunned to react giving Morris time to feel up her breasts at leisure. Then her hand lashed out and slapped his face.

"Get away from me, you pervert," she hissed.

Not knowing what else to do she turned and fled towards her cottage to change running right past the staring students. She was followed by Morris's chuckles.

Once she had calmed down she debated with herself whether to inform the principal. But what did she have? They had bumped into each other at a corner, he had been holding a glass of water and then had misguidedly been trying to repair the damage. She could almost hear him making his defense in front of the principal. Better to let things rest and not draw any further attention.

Then another thought struck her. She had slapped Morris, which was a natural enough reaction. But what if he was the blackmailer? Would he take the slap as an insult and publish the pictures. Anxiously she opened her mailbox, but it was empty.

She entered the hallway nervously, but her students greeted her in the usual way, with a friendly smile and an increasingly undisguised look at her bouncing breasts. Even Morris seemed calm and friendly, although he made no attempt to apologize for what had happened. Relieved she pulled the door close behind her and tried to concentrate on her prep.

She worked all evening only interrupted once when the noise in the hallway got a little out of hand again. At 12 she made her final rounds, then returned to her small bedroom. Since she had the first two lessons off the following day, she was in no hurry to go to sleep and decided to do a little reading for pleasure. She undressed and pulled on her nightie, then lay down on the bed and picked up her book.

A few minutes later she heard a slight noise in the hall. She was just about to get up, when the door opened and Morris strode in as if he owned the place. She opened her mouth to give him a sharp telling off, when he dropped something on her stomach. One look was enough. She bit her lip. How in hell had he got those pictures?

"Good slut," Morris said calmly. "You know when to keep your mouth shut." He closed the door behind him.

"What do you want?" Anne tried to make her voice sound angry, but only managed to sound confused and afraid.

Morris raised an eyebrow. "Looks like you are the proverbial blonde: big-titted and stupid." He waited obviously wanting her to react, but when she didn't, he continued. "I told you before: I want to have some fun with you."

He sauntered over to the bed and sat down. Anne pulled away as if his touch was poisonous and tried to pull the covers over her body.

"Get out of my bed, if you try to rape me, I'll scream no matter what" she hissed.

Morris laughed. "Do you honestly think I'm here to fuck you?" He did not try to pull away the covers, but pointedly place his hand on them. She could feel it resting on her thigh.

For a few moments no one spoke. Anne was too flustered and Morris seemed content to savour the situation. He idly picked up the pictures.

"I took the opportunity to add some comments, did you see? I'm sure you will like them," he smirked.  

"Stop that and tell me what you want, what kind of perverted thing you call fun." Anne interrupted him.

"Now we are getting somewhere," Morris grinned. "But before I tell you that, let me make a few things clear to you. One, my Dad is filthy rich. He would like me to graduate here, but if I don't it's no big deal, I'll take over the family business anyway, scandal or no scandal. Besides he could always buy access to another private school. Two, I don't need to fuck a slut like you. I can have any girl here in school. And I have had all those worth fucking come to think of it. When I wave my cock at them, they come running. But I'm a reasonable sort of guy, as you no doubt have noticed by now." Another grin flickered over his face. "I have no interest in getting you sacked from this place. After all, where would be the fun in that? And I don't need any special treatment in class either. I'm a straight A student and the others can work for themselves. All I want is to relieve the boredom of school a bit. I'll be here for another year and I want to make that year a bit more interesting, that's all. And what could be more interesting than having my teacher as my personal slut?"

He looked at her obviously waiting for an answer.

"And what do you call interesting?" Anne muttered still clutching the covers.

"Why isn't that obvious? Having a slut like you at my beck and call. It's as easy as that. Whenever I say jump, you jump. But I'm not unreasonable in my demands. You may ask how high, before you do it, of course." He laughed at his own wit, while Anne bit her lip.

"Good, you know when to keep your mouth shut. But in case you haven't quite caught on yet, let me spell out the alternatives one more time. You can do what I say and spend what remains of the school year doing my bidding, even if you find some things ehmm let's say, slightly distasteful. But I'm sure you will have done most of them before. And if not, then it's high time you learned them. A big-titted bitch like you should be enjoyed. And I do mean whatever I say. Or you can go to the principal or the police and you can be sure your pictures will appear all over the school and the net. The choice is yours."

The silence dragged on. Anne's mind was going round in circles trying to find some escape, but she knew there wasn't one. She could not afford for the whole thing to come out, while he had made it abundantly clear that he could. One year. She nodded.

"I'll do what you say. What choice do I have?"

"Exactly. Not quite as stupid as you look, are you? From now on I own you for a year. I own your tits, your ass, your cunt and any other part of you."

There was no answer to that so Anne just waited.

"Now that that is settled, there is one more little thing. Your slapping me the other day. That is hardly the obedience I can expect, is it? So I should publish one of the pictures, I guess." He picked up one of the photos at random. "What do you think about this one?"

Anne's eyes went wide. "No, please?.." her voice petered out, when she saw the grin spreading on his face.

"You see the dilemma, don't you, slut? But as I said, I'm a reasonable sort of guy, so I'll give you a way out. You may beg for me to punish you in a different way. If you beg nicely, I may keep the pictures secret and choose a different punishment."

"What do you mean, different punishment?" Anne gulped.

"You'll find out when you are being punished, won't you?" He waited for a few seconds. "Well, I guess I had better go and upload that pic to some website, where guys can have fun with it."

He got up and walked towards the door. Anne bit her lip. When his hand was already on the handle, she found her voice.

"No, please ?" He turned and looked at her obviously expecting more. "Please, ? please punish me."

He seemed to consider this. "Well, you did say please, but proper begging should really be done on your knees, shouldn't it?"

She almost shouted at him to go out and get stuffed, but stopped herself with an effort. Slowly she pushed the covers away and slid her leg out of the bed. Her body felt numb, when she lowered herself to her knees.

"Please punish me, but don't publish the pictures," she mumbled.

He came closer and smiled down at her, all too obviously enjoying the sight of the teacher kneeling at his feet in just a thin nightie.

"Much better," he drawled eventually. "Well, the punishment should always fit the crime, right. You slapped me, so I should slap you in return. Twice of course, because it is supposed to be punishment. But your cheeks are so red already, it would hardly be noticeable. And it would be much more fun in another place anyway. Strip!"

Anne glared at him. Raising an inquisitive eyebrow again he raised the picture in his hand and Anne knew she was defeated. Silently she struggled out of the nightie and knelt before him naked.

"Put your hands behind your head, please," he ordered her in mock politeness.

When she did and her breasts were standing proud, he placed his right hand against her left breast as if wanting to caress it, then raised his hand and slapped her breast hard, making her squeal and the breast quiver. Without waiting, he raised his hand again and backhanded her right breast even harder. She grabbed her breasts in agony.

"My, my, can't you wait until I'm gone before you play with yourself?"

He left her kneeling on the floor.

Anne spent a sleepless night trying to find a way out of her predicament, but the more she thought about it and the more she tried to come up with solutions the more the realized there was only one thing she could do and that was to keep Morris entertained and to stop him from publishing those pictures.

The next morning she was distracted and hardly knew how she got through her lessons. When she entered her homeroom, she was trembling all over, but the lesson went like clockwork. Even Morris behaved well and treated her politely. She decided to make one more attempt to reason with the young man.

"Ahh, Morris, could you stay a moment," she called, when she had dismissed the class for lunch and the students were filing out. Morris raised his eyebrows, but sauntered back to her desk.

"Morris, I want..."

"Let's get one thing straight, bitch," he drawled interrupting her. "You call me Mr Morris. And you never address me unless I give you permission. Is that clear?"

Anne gulped. This had started all wrong.

"Yes, .. Mr Morris. I .."

"Shut up, stupid cunt, I did not give you permission to speak. And I guess to teach you a lesson, I will have to publish one of the pics after all, unless...." His voice trailed off.

Anne looked at the door nervously, then slid to her knees behind the desk. "Please punish me, Mr Morris."

"Let's see some tit."

Biting her lips she opened her blouse and displayed her breasts. His hand snaked out and hit both her breasts twice, forehand, backhand. Her skin was burning and tears shot into her eyes.

"Next times you won't get off so easily, bitch. Now I haven't got all day. What do you want?"

Annd tried to collect her thoughts. Someone might be passing by outside any second and see her kneeling with her breasts in full view. But she did not dare rise from her knees.

"Please, Mr Morris, can't we talk about this again? Isn't there some other way?"

The boy turned to go.

"There are two ways, you stupid slut. Either you do whatever I say or everyone will see what a slut you are. Now cover those udders."

He turned to go, but looked back from the door.

"I expect you back here after the final lesson for some private tuition. And don't be late."

Damn it. Why couldn't he talk sensibly? Anne hastened to cover herself, when she heard steps in the hallway. She had hardly pulled her blouse over her breasts, when Colin poked his head into the room.

"You ok? Lost something?"

Anne blushed and got up from her knees.

"Yes, I .. I thought I might have dropped something, but it's not here."

"Want me to help you look?" Colin entered the room.

"No, no, it's ok. I just remembered I left it at home."

"Ok," Colin smiled. "Want to join me for lunch?"

A couple of days ago Anne would have jumped at the chance, but now she did not feel like company at all. She shook her head.

"No, I'll skip lunch and just take a walk in the grounds."

Colin shrugged and turned to go.

"Maybe some other day," Anne added towards his retreating back. He looked over his shoulder and smiled.

"Ok, I'll take a rain check."

Anne breathed a sigh of relief. That had been too close for comfort. She left the classroom nodding absentmindedly to the students and staff she met in the hallway. Near the exit to the grounds she met the janitor, a guy in his 40s who always managed to look slightly scruffy. He nodded to her, but his eyes never left Anne's breasts. That guy gave her the creeps. She stepped outside into the sunshine.  What was she to do?

The walk in the extensive grounds calmed her down somewhat and she tried to think things through logically. She had exhausted all the possible outs and the simple fact was, there wasn't any. Even going to the police apparently would hurt her more than it would hurt Morris. She was under no illusion that Morris had only just started 'having fun' with her, but since there was no other way, all she could do was grit her teeth and try and keep Morris happy. She hoped fervently that Morris had been truthful in saying he only wanted her for his one remaining year at school and would leave her in peace afterwards. She took a deep breath. There was no way out, so she would try to get on the good side of Morris and then later, maybe she could talk to him again.

"Don't you know that you are supposed to greet your betters?"

She looked up in surprise and saw Morris just a few feet from her. She had been so deep in thought she had not seen him coming up the path. She checked the surroundings quickly. There was no one close by.

"I am sorry, Mr Morris. I did not see you coming. Good afternoon, Mr Morris."

The young man grinned.

"So you aren't too stupid to learn, eh? Ok, let's have a little talk. But before we do, let's see those udders of yours. Come on, let them hang out."

Anne was on the verge of objecting, but remembered her decision to try and get on the good side of Morris.  She reached inside her blouse and lifted her breasts out. Looking down on herself she felt like a common slut displaying her assets.

"Much better. I like to be reminded of what you are, slut. Now tell me. Are you a dyke?"

Anne had to bite back an angry response. Patience, she admonished herself silently.

"No, Mr Morris," she answered quietly.

"So, you also fuck guys?"

"I am heterosexual, Mr Morris."

"Which means you fuck guys! Answer, slut!"

"Yes, Mr Morris," she forced out.

"How many have you serviced yet?"

"That's none of your business!" she hissed.

"Uh oh," he grinned, then waited. "Anything you want to say before I go back to my computer?"

Anne was furious. Furious with Morris for his arrogance and furious with herself for losing her temper. She forced herself to become calm. Then she slowly slid to her knees.

"Please punish me for my insolence, Mr Morris." She bit her lips expecting more slaps to her breasts, which were hanging out invitingly.

"You will beg for your punishment the next time you have house duty, slut," he decided. "Remember I told you you would not get off so easily next time. Now I'm waiting for an answer."

"Five," Anne whispered.

"Been whoring around a bit, have you?" Morris remarked conversationally. "Which holes have they used?"

Calm down, Anne repeated like a mantra, calm down, don't give him a reason to get angry.

"My vagina and ... and my mouth."

Morris laughed out loud.

"Vagina? Guys don't fuck vaginas, they fuck cunts. So try again."

Anne gulped.

"My ... my cunt and my mouth."

"See? A slut should talk like a slut. Are you sure you have never been assfucked?"

"Yes, Mr Morris."

"When was the last time a guy stuck his cock in you?"

"Two months ago, Mr Morris."

Was this never going to end? It was so humiliating having to tell Morris all those intimate details, but she did not dare lie.

"Two months, eh? Been jilling every day since, I expect."

Anne blushed furiously, but luckily he had not asked her, so she did not feel compelled to answer.

"Well, have you? Or rather how often have you played with your cunt?"

She should have known. For a moment she considered telling him to go to hell and damn the consequences, but she couldn't bring herself to do that.

"Every day, Mr Morris."

He nodded. "Thought so. A hot bitch like you needs it regularly. From now on there will be no more jilling, slut. And don't think I won't know. I may just have a webcam installed in your house. So when you need it badly, you ask me for permission. Is that clear?"

This couldn't be true. Or could it?

"Yes, Mr Morris," she breathed.

"Good. I'll see you in the classroom after the final lesson then."

He walked away without another word. She started walking back to the school, too, and it was only when she had walked almost 100 yards that she realized her breasts were still hanging out.

The afternoon went just as badly as the morning and Anne wondered how the students could fail to realize how distracted she was. Luckily there were only two lessons and after the second one she made her way to her homeroom her heart beating furiously. Morris was already there lounging in his chair in the first row. Anne closed the door quietly.

"It seems you can follow simple orders after all, slut," he produced his mobile. "Now let's get down to business. I want some nice pictures of you without all those other sluts. Open your blouse and show some tit."

Biting her lips Anne obeyed.

"No, no, slut. Show me how much you enjoy showing off to me. When I give you an order I expect you to obey with a smile on your face. Remember how important it is for you to keep me satisfied."

Anne cursed silently, but remembering her resolve to stay on Morris's good side she forced a smile. Morris raised the phone and took the first picture. Anne winced, when she heard the soft click of the shutter.

"Now sit down and let's see both bags."

He kept giving her directions and Anne tried hard not to think what she was doing and just to obey. She forced herself to keep smiling, even when she was sitting on her desk in just her panties.

"Now, slut. Let's see you point at the most important part of your body."

Anne looked up confused.

"Your cunt, stupid. After all that is what you are, a stupid teacher cunt. Pull the panties aside and let's get a good shot of you pointing at your fuckhole."

Anne forced herself to obey and heard the shutter click again.

"I think I'll name that "Look what I am". A very fitting title isn't it? Now drop your panties."

He made her pose nude in front of and then on the desk.

"And now for the piece de resistance, a nice picture of your wet cunt. Spread!"

Despite her resolve Anne hesitated, but then forced herself to open her legs. It felt so humiliating, as if she was inviting Morris to look or even touch her pussy. The young man promptly came close, then shook his head.

"Now slut, what am I going to do with a dry cunt? A slut cunt has to be wet and glistening."

"But," Anne looked at him pleadingly. "I'm sorry, but I am not aroused, Mr Morris," she forced out.

"So? You know perfectly well how to make you cunt drip. Play with yourself!"

Anne's eyes went wide. "In front of you?"

Morris shook his head tiredly. "You still haven't got have you? From now on for the rest of the year, there will be no other way. If you get horny, you may ask me and I may just let you play with yourself. Or I may not, depending how I feel. But the point is, if you play with yourself, it will be in front of me. Now start diddling."

Slowly Anne's hand made its way between her legs. She tried not to think of the young man watching or of the camera waiting, but it was impossible to forget the situation she was in. Very slowly her hand inched towards her pussy, but when her fingertip touched her clit, she suddenly felt the touch shoot through her entire body. She shuddered. Then she realized she had not had an orgasm for several days, much too caught up in her dilemma to think of sex. And now this caught up with her. He had hardly touched herself for a few seconds, when she felt the wetness. Her entire body was suddenly on fire and she fought hard not to show it too obviously and to keep her fingers moving slowly as if she was only obeying his orders. But she couldn't stop the wetness.

"Quite a hot bitch, are you? Hardly started rubbing your snatch and you are almost dripping on the desk." The camera clicked again. "Ok, that's enough. Stop jilling. You'll hear from me."

He stepped out without a further word and left the door open. Hurriedly Anne threw on her clothes and followed. In the hallway she met the janitor and nodding to each other they walked side by side for a while. She heard him breathe in deeply and caught a dirty smile on his face. It was only when she arrived back at her place that she realised her fingers smelled intensely of hot cunt.

The door opened without a knock. Anne turned angrily and was about to deliver a lecture about common politeness, when she saw who it was. Morris sauntered in grinning.

"You weren't about to tell me to knock, were you, slut? After all this is your room and you belong to me, so this makes it my room, doesn't it?" He waited.

Anne took a few deep breaths. Don't do anything to upset him, she told herself silently. Get on his good side.

"No, Mr Morris. Of course you can come in here any time you like."

"Damn' right I can. And you will get up and show some respect, when your Lord and Master enters."

Swearing silently Anne got up from her desk and faced him.

"Much better. Now haven't you forgotten something?"

He sat down on the bed and leaned back comfortably looking at her. Anne racked her brain. Did he expect her to kneel again? He had never told her so. Morris shook his head.

"Just two days since you so nicely posed for the pictures and already you have forgotten the basics. But I guess that happens when a slut doesn't get to finger her snatch. She forgets everything except the need to play with herself."

Anne had trouble hiding her fury. And the worst thing was that he was partly right. She had not dared play with herself. She had gone without an orgasm for longer before, but knowing she must not have one somehow made her constantly crave one.

"You haven't hidden in the loo and played with yourself there, have you slut?"

"No, Mr Morris."

"Well, that explains it then, doesn't it? But still, you should remember your duties. And they say that physical exercise reduces the sex drive. Maybe some gymnastics will help? Start hopping in place."

Anne felt stupid jumping up and down in the small space left between desk and bed.

"No, no, this isn't right somehow. Show me some tit."

She had halfway expected him to make her do that earlier, so she open the front of her sweater without demure. He seemed to consider what he saw for a moment.

"On second thought, why don't you strip naked?"

Anne bit her lips. Now he would want to fuck her. But she stripped of her clothes anyway. What choice did she have?

"Now let's make these exercises a bit more precise. Stand to attention and every time I flick my finger, you jump."

He was really good at getting her goat, Anne had to admit to herself. But she swore she would not give him any reason to get angry at her. She stood with her hand by her side and waited. When his finger flicked up, she jumped and felt her heavy breasts bounce against her body. He made her wait, then jump again. A longer wait, then three jumps in quick succession. It went on and on. He never allowed her to get into a rhythm, but kept her on her toes and paying close attention to his movements at all times. Like a dog being trained to obey her Master's command, she thought. Her legs were aching and sweat was pouring down her body. But she would not give him no excuse to punish her. Punish her! She was supposed to ask for punishment. That was what she had forgotten. She was about to tell Morris, when she remembered she was supposed to kneel for that. She debated with herself, whether to just stop jumping and kneel, when he stopped and looked at her. Quickly she slid to her knees.

"Please, Mr Morris, punish me for my disobedience."

His face broke into a grin.

"Ahhh, it has worked. Make a hot bitch do some exercises and she forgets her cunt for a moment and can actually think. Yes, you were supposed to beg for your deserved punishment. And now that you have, I will grant your wish."

From inside his jacket he produced a wide leather strap. Anne gasped. She had expected a few more slaps to her breasts and while those were painful, this thing looked a lot more so. Morris saw her reaction and smiled.

"Yes, bitch. The days of a few caresses of your funbags are over. By now you should have learnt to obey, so if you don't you will have to pay for it. After all, you begged me to punish you, remember. Want to avoid the strap?" He sat up on the bed and looked at the door pointedly. "I'll leave right away, if you say so."

And put some of those pictures on the net, Anne completed the sentence silently.

"No, Mr Morris, please stay and punish me," she said still kneeling before him.

"Well, if you beg so nicely. Get up and put your hands behind you back."

When she had, he just looked at her obviously savouring the occasion of spanking his teacher. Then he got up.

"Bend over the desk."

Shivering Anne obeyed and watched him approach.

"Head down, ass up!" He commanded.

The worst thing was that she did not know how many he would apply. The strokes hurt and hurt more the more he delivered. But if she had known, she could have looked forward to the end. As it was she had to suffer and hope, while her bottom slowly turned to fire. When he finally dropped the strap and sat down on the bed again, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now for the fun part," she heard him say behind her. "Come here and lay across my lap."

NO, not that, not being spanked like a spoilt child. But she obeyed silently. She shuddered, when she felt his hand run over her bare ass, then groaned, when he started spanking her. He hit her slowly, but not too hard. Still her inflamed bottom hurt with every contact. When he stopped and just ran his hand over her bare buttocks, she suddenly felt herself shivering, not with pain or fear, but with the ache in her pussy. What sort of pervert was she that she was turned on by being spanked? But it was just a natural reaction to the contact near her intimate areas after a few days of chastity, she calmed herself. Then she felt something press against her thighs. Morris had an erection! She gulped and angrily pushed the image of his cock filling her moist hole away.

"Get up and lay down on the bed, ass in the air."

He got up and watched her, smiling when he saw her red ass openly displayed.

"Very nice, bitch. You will have noticed that spanking that big ass of yours has given me a hardon. And it would be such a shame to waste it, wouldn't it?"

He was going to fuck her. She bit the bedclothes to stop herself from crying out. But then she heard him step away from the bed.

"So in the next hour, you will not make a tour of the girls' rooms. I think I'll let Belinda have the benefit of my cock today. She has such a nice tight pussy. And she is a real tiger, can't get fucked often enough."

When the door closed behind him, Anne hammered the bedclothes with her fist. Half of it was the humiliation of being spanked by her student, but the other half was the frustration of being left hot and unfulfilled, while one of the girls got Morris's big hard cock.

Anne spent a sleepless and above all frustrated time. She could not help thinking of what was going on in Belinda's room right now. The more she tried to repress the ideas the more prominent came the images of Morris on top of the pretty redhead, pounding away in her wet pussy making her gasp, moan and then cum screaming. Anne forced herself to pull her hand away from her dripping pussy.

When she heard footsteps approaching from the direction of the girl's wing, almost two hours had passed. He must have fucked her several times. This was so demeaning. Getting himself turned on by spanking her and then going to have sex with that girl. Anne started, when she realized she was actually furious that Morris hadn't taken her. She shook her head angrily trying to clear the thought.

"So, have you been a good teacher?" Morris was standing above her grinning. She had been so lost in thought she hadn't even heard him come in. "But I bet you have been a bad girl. Spread!"

With a short jerk he pulled her covers away.

"I said spread, bitch!"

Reluctantly Anne opened her legs knowing what he would see.

"My, my, a big wet stain on the bed. You are dripping. Couldn't keep your fingers from your snatch, could you?"

"No, no, Mr Morris, I didn't," she hastened to deny.

He grabbed her right hand and sniffed it, then shoved it in front of her nose.

"It still stinks of cunt, stupid slut. You have been rubbing yourself. Luckily from the way your nipples are still poking holes in the air, I guess you probably haven't cum, have you, slut?"

"No, Mr. Morris, I haven't," Anne quickly assured him. "May I come now, please?"

Damn, what had made her say that? How low could she sink to ask him for permission to masturbate? But maybe now that he was satisfied from having sex with Belinda he might be in a more generous mood, another voice inside her argued. Morris looked down at her smiling sardonically.

"You have been playing around with your snatch without asking my permission and now you want to come? I think not. But you may ask again, when you have performed your tasks better. I love that pleading look in your eyes."

Anne was torn between frustration and relief that she would not have to masturbate in front of her tormentor.

"But I see I need to be a little stricter with you, if I want to teach you manners. From now on no more bras and panties for you, not here, not in class, understood?"

Anne bit her lips for the umpteenth time.

"Yes, Mr Morris."

"And I think I had better make sure you keep your fingers out of your hole tonight," he added. "Turn over."

He grabbed a blue scarf of her from the wardrobe and quickly tied her hands and feet together behind her back.

"Masturbation is such a dirty habit, you know," he grinned while he opened the door to leave.

The position was actually not too uncomfortable, but the assurance with which Morris just did whatever he wanted to her was infuriating. Anne eventually fell asleep still trying to clench and unclench her buttocks vainly trying to make herself come that way.

She woke up hearing someone rummaging among her things. She saw Morris going through the meagre wardrobe she kept in her small duty room. He threw a short skirt and a black top on the floor, then turned to her and started untying her.

"There's your clothing for today, bitch. Want to beg for some quick fingerplay? I might allow it, you know." He grinned. "Or I might not. But if you don't beg, you'll never know. So?"

It took Anne an effort to shake her head.

"No, Mr. Morris," she forced herself to say and then added. "Thank you Mr Morris."

"Suit yourself, bitch. I wonder how long you will last. And what you will be prepared to do eventually so you can get at your cunt."

He turned and left. Anne tried to calm down and dressed slowly. Usually she would have got up a little earlier and would have popped over to the teachers' changing room in the gym for a quick shower, but there was no time for that anyway, so she grabbed her things and went to breakfast and  her first class.

At first the knowledge that underneath the top and shirt skirt she was stark naked made it hard to concentrate. Time and again she had to tell herself that, unless she sat on her desk and spread her legs, the students would never know, but as the morning wore on she got used to the feeling and hardly remembered her exposed state. During lunch with the staff she forgot her fears entirely and had a lively chat with Colin that even bordered on flirting.

In the penultimate lesson (gym) she was reminded of them again, when some of the fourth graders were ogling her tits bouncing underneath her sports t-shirt during basketball practice, but managed to ignore it. Changing back into her street clothes made her slightly late for the final lesson in her homeroom. The hallways were already deserted, when she made her way from the gym to the main classroom building. Stepping out of the teacher's changing room, she saw Morris leaning against the wall grinning.

"Just checking you haven't forgotten your orders, bitch," he grinned pointing at the ground in front of him. "Let's check if your funbags are nicely exposed as they should be."

Trying to remain calm despite the mixture of anger, shame and excitement that shot through her, Anne knelt and pulled the top open to show her breasts naked underneath. He hooked his finger to make her get up and casually reached underneath her shirt to pull it up revealing her pussy.

"So far, so good, bitch. But there is the little problem of you wearing shorts and a t-shirt during the sports lesson just now."

"But ..., but, Mr Morris, I can't do a sports lesson in this," she gasped.

"You should have thought of that before and asked my permission to change for the sports lessons," he admonished her.

She nodded. Keep your cool, she told herself silently.

"Yes, Mr Morris. It was my mistake. May I please wear shorts and a t-shirt during sports lesson in future?"

"See? It's not so bad, is it? Just ask politely. Yes, you may. After all I don't want you to be arrested for indecent exposure. If you are sacked or even go to jail, I couldn't have my fun with you, could I? So I'll make sure you won't run into trouble."

"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."

Morris grinned.

"You know, that sounded as if you really felt it. And you may continue to call me 'Sir' at times. It has a nice ring to it. So I won't even expect you to beg for punishment. Though I guess you will have to make up for covering yourself in a small way."

He pulled a small pocket knife from his trouser pocket and before Anne could even flinch, had cut the top two buttons from her top.

"That should do it. Now come along, you have a class to teach."

Anne followed automatically. As they made their way towards the classroom she furtively looked down on herself and gasped. Her top was standing wide-open. Only if she held herself very erect did it cover her nipples and there was no way she could hide her cleavage down to below her breasts. Any movement threatened to exposed her breasts completely. Before she could think of any way to get out of the situation they had reached the classroom and Morris politely held the door for her. Her heart pounding she entered.

There was an audible gasp from the students, but no remarks were made. To her surprise the lesson actually went quite well. She certainly had all the students' attention, although their eyes seldom seemed to meet hers, but were glued to a spot about a foot deeper. Even shy overweight Tom Altman participated in the discussion. The girls seemed to look at her with a mixture of envy and awe, but she noticed Belinda McAlpine smiling to herself a few times. Had Morris told her about their secret?

Towards the end of the lesson she had the students work on their own and walked around helping them. Morris raised his hand and, when she approached pointed to a passage in his textbook and asked her to explain. When she leaned down to read the context, she heard Morris whisper close to her ear.

"Stay like that for a moment. I love seeing those bags dangle."

Anne looked around nervously, but the other seemed not to notice. She pretended to read the passage and explain it to Morris knowing his eyes were taking in her naked breasts. She breathed a sigh of relief, when he let her go.

Later she was helping Roseanne Walters, when she saw the girl's eyes drifting. The girl noticed her look of disapproval and her face reddened.

"I'm sorry, Miss Woodall," she breathed. "I just wish I had such wonderful boobs. And the courage to show them off."

Anne just nodded and walked back to the desk in confusion. The students seemed to enjoy her performance, but did not seem shocked. And to be honest, she had enjoyed Roseanne's compliment, too. Still, when the final bell rang, Anne couldn't wait to get back home, where no one would be staring at her breasts. She lingered at the desk shuffling her papers and hoping that by the time she left the corridors would be empty.

"You're way cool, Miss."

Looking up she saw Tom Altman standing before her very red-faced. He quickly turned away, but not before Anne saw the huge bulge in his trousers.

"You made quite an impression on Tom." Morris had let the others leave. "He will probably jerk off thinking of your funbags now. But you did show them off rather nicely. I guess my teaching methods work on bitches like you. And did you notice how everyone paid attention today? Maybe next time you have a really important lesson, you should show off your bare ass. You might invent a new teaching method altogether, slut didactics," Morris grinned.

Anne bit back any comment and followed him out the door. Luckily she met no one in the corridors, but when approaching her cottage she saw Minton, the janitor, cutting some bushes back. She tried to sneak past him, but he looked up and then stared openly at her breasts until she had passed him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him make a sign easily understood: I want to fuck you!

At home she threw her clothes on the bed, took an ice-cold shower and buried herself in next day's prep.

After that he left her alone for a few days, though Anne was under no delusion that this would be the end of it. She sorted through her wardrobe, pushed panties and bras to the back of the drawer and selected clothes she could wear without having to reveal herself. If Morris noticed he did not object. A few times, when they met in empty classroom or deserted hallways, he checked her boobs and pussy, but it seemed very perfunctory and in a way Anne started accepting it as normal. She noticed that he refrained from any remarks when people were close and a few times left her unchecked even when they were alone, but when there was a danger of someone being close. This reassured her and in some way she even started trusting him. But she still had not come for what had to be almost two weeks, when she made her way up to the dorm floor for house duty again.

"Hi, Ms Woodall," Tom greeted her smiling as she entered the hallway of the boys' wing. She returned the greeting, but noticed that Tom's eyes were gliding down her body and a bulge was forming in his pants. Ever since the day she had taught with her breasts almost exposed, he had been extremely friendly, but also obviously horny around her.

She made her way round the rooms to announce her presence and exchanged some friendly banter with the students. She still found it curious that they had just accepted how she had been dressed (or rather undressed) the other day. When she reached her room she dropped her stuff and sat down with some trepidation. If Morris was to make another move, it would be now and despite her shame and resolution to the contrary she found herself thinking about asking for permission to masturbate.

When he came in half an hour later, he did not knock again. He closed the door behind him and stood waiting. She hastened to get up from her desk.

"Good evening, Mr Morris."

"Look, what a little training can do for a bitch," he remarked drily. "Drop it and let's see cunt and ass."

From his tone Anne knew that this was more serious, not just an inspection. She immediately dropped her pants and stood naked from the waist down. Morris smiled and sat down motioning for her to turn around slowly. He looked until he had had his fill, then commanded her to take off her top as well. Naked she had to turn around again.

"Horny, slut?" he asked casually.

Anne fought with the little demon inside her before answering.

"No, Mr Morris."

"No? What a surprise. I thought the likes of you are constantly horny, especially after they haven't been fucked for weeks. Come here!"

He patted his lap. A surge of excitement that she quickly suppressed ran through Anne's body. He wanted to fuck her! Slowly she made her way over to him and sat on his lap gingerly. Knowing he would want to see her pussy she spread her legs.

"Wow, can't keep your legs together, can you, slut? I wonder how you went without cock for weeks before you came here, when you keep spreading your legs whenever you can. Or did you lie to me and you got fucked?"

"No, Sir."

Anne drew a sharp breath, when she felt his hand between her legs. He went straight for her pussy, gave her clit a quick rub and then made her gasp, when he pushed his middle finger deep into her. He showed no reaction, but started fingerfucking her. She was wet within seconds.

"Well, bitch. I'll repeat the question: Are you horny?" His voice was still calm and casual.

"Yes, yes, oh, yes, Sir," she managed to gasp between the waves of pleasure than ran through her body. "Please, Sir, may I come," she added all shame forgotten.

His finger stopped immediately. He raised his eyebrows.

"You want to come, bitch? Think you deserve a come already?" He seemed to think. "Well, seeing that I'm heading for another glorious fucking session with Belinda, the little minx, I'm thinking why should Belinda and I be the only ones to come, eh?"

Anne's heart gave a jump. He was going to let her come!

"So I'll give you a chance to earn an orgasm. Do you want one enough to work for it a bit?"

When Anne hesitated, his finger returned to her pussy and rubbed her clit.

"Yes, yes, Sir. I'll work for it," she almost screamed.

"Good bitch," he replied smiling. "Now open my fly and get my cock out."

Anne stared at him. He had said he was going to go and fuck Belinda and now he wanted her? She was almost proud. Hurriedly she pulled down his zipper and, careful not to hurt him, pulled out his half-erect cock. She waited not knowing if she should mount him right away.

"Now get down and rub it with those big udders of yours, nice and slow."

She bent over him almost as if she assumed the spanking position and pressed her breasts against his cock. She awkwardly tried to squeeze them together and started moving her breasts against his cock. She felt him harden right away and soon noticed the wetness on her skin. As he had ordered, she moved her breasts slowly up and down his member. The movement caused her nipples to rub against the rough cloth of his jeans and she enjoyed the sensation almost as much as if she had played with them directly. His cock was rock hard now and she noticed his breath accelerating. Any moment now he would command her to mount him or just push her down and lay on top of her. She did not care what, but could only think of his rock-hard member entering her needy pussy.

"Ok, that's enough," she heard him say. "Now get off me. Belinda will enjoy a really hard fucking tonight."

He pushed her off his lap unceremoniously and she ended up kneeling on the floor. She stared up at him incredulously.

"But, Mr Morris....." her voice petered out. He grinned down at her.

"You didn't think I would actually let Belinda's delightful little tushy go unfilled to fuck that slimy hole of yours, did you? But you'll have your chance to earn an orgasm." He packed his still hard cock back into his pants and walked towards the door. "Get dressed and go to the girls' toilet. Enter the second stall from the end and strip naked. The rest will be obvious, I'm sure."

He pulled the door closed behind him. For a moment Anne fought with herself, but she was now so aroused, she could not resist. She threw on her clothes and left the room. In the hall she encountered some of the students, but only waved at them distractedly. When she reached the girls' lavatories, she hurried into the indicated stall and locked the door. Only then did she take a deep breath to clear her mind. What was Morris up to? Belatedly she realized she had not even checked whether any other stall was occupied. She sneaked back out to make sure. Thankfully she was alone. Remembering his orders, she took off her clothes. It felt demeaning standing there stark naked in a none too clean public toilet. Not knowing what else to do and wondering why he wanted her there for she sat down. Was he going to come in and check? Or send Belinda in?

She heard the door open and slow, hesitant steps approached. Her heart missed a beat, when the person entered the cubicle next to hers. She tried to breathe as silently as she could. The sound of a zipper was unnaturally loud as was the sound of dropping pants. She sat silently waiting. There was more movement and her eyes followed the sound she noticed a hole in the partition wall. No, this couldn't be ... .

Just when she had reached this idea, a cock appeared in the gloryhole and was slowly pushed through. Anne almost panicked, but forced herself to calm down. It was obvious now, what Morris had meant by 'the rest will be obvious'. Her indecision lasted only seconds. She wanted to come so badly. Her eyes flickered up to the ceiling. There were a few holes and blotches there that could have hidden a camera. Slowly, but with a certain excitement building in her stomach, she reached for the cock. When she touched it she heard a loud gasp from the other side and the cock started swelling immediately. It only took a few light caresses and it was standing before her hard and proud. Slowly she encircled it and rubbed up and down its length. The groaning from the other side grew louder right away and she felt the cock being pushed forward another half inch. She kept a slow and steady rhythm caressing the cock softly, wanting to make it good, wanting to excite the man, wanting to earn her own orgasm afterwards.

But the man on the other side must have been overexcited. She had hardly played with his cock for a couple of minutes, when she heard a strangled groan from the other side and thick strings of cum flew right into her face. She wanted to jerk her head away, but something kept her in place while she milked him slowly. More and more jizm spurted out until her face was covered. When he stopped spurting, there was a moment of indecision, then the cock withdrew. She heard pants being drawn up followed by the zipper. Before she had even realized what was happening the man had left the stall and was quickly walking to the door. It closed with a final sound and Anne was left in the cubicle her hand and face covered in a stranger's cum. She was breathing hard herself. What now? Was she to wait? She had expected the man to tell her to masturbate or even to fuck his cock. While she was still thinking, the door opened again and she heard two sets of footsteps approaching, this time unmistakeably girls. They walked towards two other cubicles and Anne heard the sound of peeing. She tried to make no sound and hoped the girls would leave quickly. But when they had finished and were washing their hands she suddenly heard Roseanne asking.

"Hey, who is in that cubicle? Is that you, Belinda? Are you alright?"

Panic hit her. They knew someone had to be in there and if she did not answer they might look over the partition just to make sure the occupant was alright.

"It's me, Roseanne. I'm ok." She called out.

"Oh, sorry Ms Woodall. But it's a good thing we met you. We wanted to ask you something about the assignment you gave us. We'll wait out here."

What could she do? She could get dressed in a hurry, but there was no way to wash off the cum, unless .... . She raised her hand and hesitantly started licking the stranger's cum off her hand. The taste sent a jolt through her body and suddenly she was eager to get the rest. She wiped her face with her wet fingers again and again and sucked the sperm off her fingers. When she could only feel some residual stickiness on her skin, she jumped into her clothes and opened the stall.

Roseanne and Lydia Caruso were leaning against the washbasins.

"Sorry about calling out to you, but it was so quiet in there we thought something might have happened," Roseanne sounded a little contrite.

Anne smiled at her while she washed her hands. She would have liked to wash her face, too, but that would have raised eyebrows.

"No problem. It's good that you guys notice things and look out for each other. Now what was it you wanted to ask?"

They left the bathroom and went to Lydia's room, where they met Lydia's roommate, a pretty brunette called Katja Yeager. Katja looked at her slightly surprised. The girls explained the problem and Anne tried to solve it with them. Katja kept looking at her and sniffing. Anne tried to cut things short without seeming impolite, then said goodbye and returned to her room. When she looked in her mirror she saw a thick strand of cum caught in her hair.