Chapter 2
The Teacher as Seductress
Let me say at the very outset, that there are thousands of teachers who are totally dedicated to the proper training of countless children, so I must express a sense of regret at having to mention those exceptions who have taken unfair advantage of their high position of trust. Yet, judging from the case histories in my personal file as a psychiatrist, counselor to many prisons, reformatories and hospitals, I can assure you that such exceptions do exist, though fortunately they are quite unusual and in the vast minority. It is true that no profession is safe from those who, through the warping of their psyches, compulsive motivations or uncontrollable sexual drives, utilize their positions of trust and proximity to corrupt the young charges in their care.
As for myself, my life has been entirely devoted to psychiatry, a profession which I both respect and revere. Nonetheless, I am aware of the existence of practitioners who have taken unfair advantage of emotionally disturbed women who come to their offices for consultation and who have subjected these unfortunate and innocent victims not only to sexual intercourse, but also to every lustful deviation and aberration known to man.
Although these men damage the profession, they are not capable of destroying it or diminishing the respect which the lay public holds for the progressive work done by all the honorable members in this field. Just so, I salute the teaching profession for its uniformly superlative work in taking impressionable young minds and preparing them to cope with the problems of maturity. It is regrettable that there are a few who use their status to indulge their lusts as pedophiles, homosexuals or lesbians. Also, just as in my own profession, the isolated and occasional case of some uncrupulous male or female teacher who coerces an innocent girl or boy to sexual surrender invariably meets with lurid emphasis in the newspapers and "slick" magazines, disseminated throughout the country. As a consequence, just one single case may wrongly influence the uninformed public to believe that all teachers must necessarily have the potential of corruption; an utter fallacy.
In this chapter, my case histories will conform to the theme of the book, which has to do with mature women who are drawn to young boys for their sexual satisfaction. We know that there are many motivations behind such acts, but there is always the common denominator in the nature woman who necessarily finds herself forced to indulge in some form of sexual activity with immature males in order to achieve her own selfish fulfillment.
CASE HISTORY: Rhea C-
During her high school and college career, Rhea C-had a reputation for sexual promiscuity. Indeed, her interest in boys was so great that her parents could not ignore it. Her father and mother frequently punished her, restricted her freedom, lectured her, but somehow Rhea C-could always find a chance to be sexually intimate with a boy. What her parents did not do was seek psychiatric help for her. In those days, just as even now, despite our sexual revolution, parents apparently prefer to hide such signs of mental illness-for such they are-rather than honestly face what they consider to be the shame of revealing it. They are, indeed, too much concerned with what the neighbors will think, and in my opinion this is one major reason that a growing incidence of juvenile delinquency exists.
I interviewed Rhea some little time ago, and she once told me how she was punished instead of given sympathetic and proper psychiatric aid. "One afternoon Dad happened to come out into the back garden, and I hadn't expected him to come home for a couple of hours yet. He ran a hardware store in this little town in Rhode Island where we lived. Well, anyhow, I was just in the middle of getting fucked by a nice, handsome, tall, fifteen-year-old boy by the name of George.
"Boy, was he a swinger! He even used safes, so you could tell right away he knew what the score was. We were going at it like minks, when all of a sudden I heard Dad let out a bellow. The next thing I knew, he had kicked George in the behind and told him to get the hell out of there. Then he dragged me by the hair into the house. He made me go right into my own bedroom and told me to get my clothes off, fast. I was crying, and I was partly undressed anyhow, and I knew there wasn't any sense arguing with him or trying to fight him. So I didn't.
"He had locked the door, and then he took off the belt from his pants, doubled it, grabbed me by the hair with his left hand and began to smack my bottom and legs and back with the leather. He was calling me a dirty little whore and every dirty name he could think of, and I was crying and begging him to stop, and dancing around for fair. I guess he thought he could lick the sex out of me, but he just couldn't."
It was no wonder that Rhea progressed from promiscuity to nymphomania. (This is the term used to denote a woman who insatiably goes from man to man in the vain hope that she will eventually find fulfillment, but never does because the sexual drive within her is repetitive and compulsory, preventing natural emotional unfolding.) It was true that Rhea was not particularly attractive, but this was not a deterrent in the least. Indeed, perhaps because she realized she was not quite so pretty as other girls, the fact that a boy would find her attractive enough to kiss her and fuck her, gave her reassurance and made her even more aggressive as a seductress. There are also young males who are not discriminating in their selectivity. It was enough for them that she was "available pussy," to use her own candid term.
When she came of age, nothing had changed. She was so unattractive that her sexual desires had blossomed even more. After college, having prepared herself in the educational field and having received her teacher's certificate, she took a post as a teacher in a junior high school. She soon discovered that there were fewer opportunities to find young males or even older ones who wanted to fuck her, than there had been in her school days. So, unable to find a partner for a long time, Rhea tried to satisfy her insatiable urges by frigging herself and pretending that a man was in bed with her. As usual, it wasn't sufficient. Orgasm itself did not help her; she desperately needed the accolade of male acceptance and approval.
Shortly after she began teaching, a fifteen-year-old boy asked for extra help with his algebra, so she asked him to stay after class. While she was explaining an equation, leaning over her desk, she happened to glance down and saw that her neckline was gaping open and that he was staring unabashedly at it. As she told me, "I began to get weak in the knees, and all of a sudden my pussy began to twitch. I didn't even stop to think how long it was. All I could think of was that I was going to find some way to let him fuck me."
She left the room for a few minutes to work out the problem, and when she returned, walked to his desk and quickly unfastened another button so that even more of her titties would be visible to him when she came close to his desk. The moment she bent over him again, his eyes at once, moved to her generously exposed titties. Then she brushed her thighs against him, and when he looked up at her bewilderedly, she kissed him hotly on the mouth.
As soon as the initial shock wore off, the boy began to fumble under her dress. "That's where I stopped him, Dr. Klow," she said, "and I took him into the storage closet next to the classroom. I kissed him on the mouth again, and then I told him, 'Go ahead and play with me, George.' I opened up his trousers and began to play with his stiff prick.
"It got me so hot just seeing it and feeling it, and with the thrill of being in the closet and the risk that someone might come in and wonder where I was, that I couldn't wait any longer. So I pulled down my panties, and bent over with my hands on the wall. I said to him, 'George honey, get behind me and hold on to my tummy, and then stick your prick right into my little pussy.' He did, and it was absolutely thrilling. I could feel his juice spurt into me."
The same thing happened the following day. Two days later, another boy, about the same age, came up to Rhea in the hall and smirked at her, and she eyed him indignantly. He came up to her and whispered, "Look, Miss C-, I know what you've been doing with George. I want some of the same, get me?"
Although she knew this was virtually blackmail, she gave him her home address and told him to come see her after school. When he did, her initial anger vanished, because he at once took her in his arms, plunged one hand under her skirt and began to tickle her pussy through her panties, while he french-kissed her. He apparently had had a good deal of experience with younger girls, although he later confessed he had never before "gone the limit." Before the afternoon was over, Rhea had stripped naked for him, put him to bed and let him fuck her, after first fondling his cock and then frenching it a little.
It wasn't long before world spread around the school that Miss C-"wanted it bad." Soon, she had all the male partners she needed. Once, she told me, as many as four came to her house in one afternoon. They would have an orgy that ended only when they weren't able to get up another hard-on. Hence, it wasn't surprising that before very much longer, word of her clandestine seductions came to the attention of the principal of the school himself. Since he wanted no scandal in the school, he instantly dismissed her.
Later, Rhea forged references and found another teaching post, where the very same fatal cycle took place. In all, she had lost four teaching positions before, in utter desperation, she sought psychiatric help and came to me.
I was able to effect a cure, but the tragedy was that she could have been spared so much suffering, so much sorrow and shame, if her parents had understood her problem when she was still an immature girl and hat taken steps to remedy her condition by finding an accredited psychoanalyst or psychiatrist.
CASE HISTORY: Alma J
I might have included this case in a later chapter which I devote to sadomasochism, but I allocate it here because it involves a woman who is able to stalk and seduce boys primarily because of her status as a teacher.
Alma J had a reputation as being a strict disciplinarian in a small school in a little town in upper New York State. There were just two teachers in this school, and both had full authority to use the trap on the children's hand for any breach of discipline. Alma Jtook full advantage of this regulation, but she was also known to be fair and just never to punish a student who didn't deserve it.
Soon, after arriving at the school one April day, Alma strapped a nine year old boy (whom we will call Tom) for talking in class. He received five strokes on each palm and cried pathetically.
Just before the final afternoon class, Alma caught him talking again. Dismissing the class, she told Tom to remain in his seat. Then she sat down and finished up her paper work until the other teacher came into her room to say that she was leaving. Alma told her that she herself would lock up. Later, making sure there were no other students or the janitor around, Alma locked the door and went back to face the frightened lad. She saw tears welling up in his eyes as she took the strap out of the drawer of her desk and called him to her.
"If five on each hand haven't been enough to cure you of talking in class, Tom, I'm going to give you ten on each hand this time," she told him.
"Oh, please, Miss J, oh please, don't do it! It'll hurt more, and my hands are still sore from this morning!" he blubbered.
She gave him a stern look and commanded him to put out his hand or else. Nervously, whimpering, Tom held out his left hand palm up. Alma lifted the strap high and brought it down with a sharp crack, as the boy wailed and danced from foot to foot.
After he had regained some measure of self-control, Alma announced that there were nine more lashes to come on that hand, and a full ten on the other. Tom began to implore her piteously not to punish him that way, and Alma felt this was the time to introduce the rest of her secret plan.
"You have to be punished, no matter how sore your hands are, Tom, because I want to cure you of the detestable habit of talking in class. Personally, though, I think a good spanking on the bottom would do you a world of good, much more than a spank on your hands. In fact, I'm going to give you a choice."
"Would you-if I did, would you use that awful strap, Miss J," he whimpered.
"No, I'd use only my hand. But I promise you it will be a good spanking just the same!" she retorted.
Tearfully, the boy agreed. Alma drew a chair up beside her desk and called Tom to her. Unfastening his belt, she let down his trousers to the floor. A moment later he was trembling as he watched his shorts join them, and then he was naked from the waist down.
Alma drew him down over her lap and began to spank him with her right palm. True to her word, she gave him a prolonged and very sound spanking, so that both the globes of his chubby behind were streaked and flaming when she finally allowed him to get up.
However, she did not permit him to put back on his clothes. Instead, she ordered him to stand bent over the front desk, with his still-naked bottom facing her from the vantage-point of, her own desk. Now Alma hurried back to her chair behind the desk. As she stared at the boy's crimsoned bottom-cheeks, she arched herself up in the air and stealthily slipped down her panties to her knees. Her eyes fixing on him, she put her left forefinger to her clitoris and frigged herself until she came. Then, languidly, she said, "All right. You can pull up your trousers and go home. Just don't forget this good lesson, or it'll be worse the next time, Tom!"
Subsequently, spanking instead of strapping the palms became the routine in class, and Alma was able to proceed with impunity because she knew very well that no boy who had been spanked would admit it. Spanking on the bare bottom was for little children, and no boy would lose his pride and self esteem if he were obliged to admit it. Throughout her years at the school, Alma followed the same cycle. A boy who had violated a rule or committed an indiscretion or a breach of classroom discipline would eventually be placed in the dilemma wherein he would choose to be spanked on his bare bottom across her lap, rather than to take the strap on his hands. She would spank him, make him bend over a desk later, and then frig her clitoris to come as she looked at the reddened, naked, twitching bottom.
Why, you may ask, did Alma want to spank boys? Why did she not employ them to fuck or gamahuch her rather than to frig herself as a kind of sublimation? Perhaps the basic reason is that in her college days, Alma went through a sorority initiation that included a good deal of bare-bottom spanking. As a sophomore, she was then able to spank freshman pledges and came to enjoy it. At the same time, she also discovered the joys of lesbianism and became addicted to that. Small groups of girls or perhaps just a couple would gather to exchange spankings, then gamahuch one another or perhaps do sixty-nine or frig each other at the same time. Some of the girls used to tell her how they used to spank little brothers and their boyfriends. Alma herself had no sexual interest in males, but she was invariably excited when she heard about boys or young men. So she vowed to herself that she would find the right school where she could compel boys to accept bare-bottom spankings from her.
This, then, was the motivation, and although she made lesbian connections with others living near the school or in the community around it, her state of arousal was such that after each spanking of a boy, it was imperative for her to frig herself to relieve the sexual tensions building up within her.
Strangely, despite her lesbian tendencies, she never spanked a girl. Girls who were to be spanked by her were given their punishment in the form of a strap across the hands. It may seem strange, but she never deviated from this pattern.
I myself did not have an opportunity of psychiatric consultation with Alma, but was told her story by one of her lesbian lovers, who in turn had gained her confidence and knew all the details about her previous life and her motivation.
CASE HISTORY: Elsie S-
Elsie S was a virgin when she married at the age of twenty-two. She remained married for six years, the man being seven years older than herself, when she found the marriage was disappointing and rather prosaic. Though both had said they wanted children, none were born to them.
One afternoon, when she was teaching a seventh grade class, Elsie called one of the bigger boys to the front of the classroom, after having rebuked him a couple of times for talking and disturbing the others. She commanded him to spend the remaining twenty minutes of the period standing beside her desk, so that he wouldn't distract the others who wanted to pay attention to their lessons.
Ignoring him, she continued to work. Later, when she glanced at him, he seemed to be staring at her, and then he blushed and looked away from her. It bothered her, but since she did not understand why he had acted that way, she turned back to her work. When she again glanced at him, a few minutes later, she observed the same reaction.
By chance, she glanced down at herself and observed that her dress had been pulled high up on her thighs, but that since the desk kept her from being seen by the class, only the boy beside her could see that her legs were exposed as high as the top of her stockings.
She was about to pull her dress down, but stopped. She couldn't explain why, but she suddenly decided to leave her dress just as it was. When the period was over, Elsie found that she was strangely excited and full of nervous tension. That evening, indeed, she frigged herself to sleep.
The next day, the same boy acted up again, and she once more ordered him to stand beside her desk. This time, however, she looked down and saw that her dress was only slightly hiked up. Making sure that the other students were paying attention to their work, she moved her chair back a little and lofted her skirt even higher than it had been the previous day, so that this time a full inch of bare creamy thigh was revealed above the top of her nylon stocking. Then she called the boy to take his place beside her.
From to time to time, she glanced directly at him. She saw that he was staring at her bare legs, and the same feeling of excitement swirled through her. When the period was over, she ordered the boy to remain behind. When at last they were alone, Elsie swung her chair around to face him, without moving her dress, because she didn't have to look down to see how much she was showing, and she could see that his eyes were firmly fixed on her legs.
"Richard, why do you keep acting so badly?" she asked.
Richard, the fourteen-year-old boy, startled her by blurting out, "It's-well, Miss Elsie-it's because you've got such gorgeous legs and I want to look at them. That's why!"
Elsie hadn't exactly known what she intended to do with Richard when she kept him behind after class, but suddenly she saw herself pulling her dress slowly even higher over her thighs. Richard stared at her, then walked towards her and Elsie held her breath, her pulses pounding. Without saying a single word, the fourteen-year-old youngster knelt before her and kissed one of her stockinged legs just above the knee.
She gasped and blushed, but he didn't stop. The kiss kept moving up until it touched the naked thigh above her stocking top, and she felt herself trembling with a kind of desire which her husband had never inspired in her in her seven years of fucking.
"Richard, I want you to come home with me," she gasped, as she pushed his face away. She too was blushing, and she didn't know what had impelled him to make such an invitation. When she drove him to her house, she was asking herself how she would dare such low animal-like, lustful, but wonderfully filling of a thing, but all she knew was that deep down inside her pussy, she wanted to be alone with the boy and see what would happen.
As soon as she closed the front door behind her, Elsie saw that she was just as nervous as he was. She lifted the hem of her dress and pulled both it and the slip above the top of her nylon stockings.
"Kiss my legs just the way you did before, Richard," she instructed.
Immediately the boy dropped to his knees before her, his hands going to the back of her thighs, moving up and down to her calves and then he kissed the front of her thighs. Soon, his kisses rose to her panties, and he pressed his mouth against the crotch, feeling the furry thicket of her cunthole. Now his hands were palming her behind, rubbing the panties up and down against the firm round cheeks.
Elsie uttered a groan and then swiftly disrobed, scattering her clothes all over the floor. She took Richard by the hand and led him to the couch, and the boy, still fully dressed, mounted over her with a vigor and a decision that stunned her. Even her husband had not taken her so. She felt her thighs being spread apart, and she cried out as suddenly his mouth came down against her cunt. She hadn't known anything about gamahuching, except perhaps vaguely; now for the first time she was experiencing it, and she groaned and arched and squirmed in passion. For the first time in her life, Elsie was brought to come. After it was over, the boy unfastened the belt of his trousers, dropped them, unfastened the shorts and dropped them too, and then lay down on top of her.
"I want to fuck you, Miss Elsie," he panted.
"Oh yes, Richard," she groaned.
She felt his hands on her titties and then she felt the stab of his prick against her cunt lips, already wet with love juice. She groaned as she felt his cockhead slip in between the lips and traverse the channel of her quaking cunt. She did not come again, but that fucking was far more enjoyable with the boy than it had ever been with her husband.
When it was over and both were dressing, Richard stammered, "My gosh, Miss Elsie, I've played around some with girls, but they're nothing like you! You're a real woman, you are!"
Thus flattered and homaged, Elsie and Richard settled into a pattern of meeting after school about two or three times a week. However, after a few weeks, Richard's family moved away, and Elsie was left alone and again forlorn.
But now that she had discovered the thrill of seducing a young boy, she began to try the pattern again, till at last she was caught. The school authorities didn't prosecute her, but they did discharge her, and at the same time her husband told her he was going to divorce her. She had at the time proposed a separation from her husband, but he had said, "Let's let things go as they are." Now, with the scandal, he wanted a divorce.
In despair, she went to her family doctor, who referred her to me. I discussed this with her at great length, then I called in her husband and told him she was not alone in the matter of blame. After about three months of consultation, their marriage was gradually revived, her husband became a less inhibited sexual lover, and Elsie was able to resume teaching in another city, with all the promise of a new life.
It was true that Elsie did seduce Richard and the others who followed him, but this case shows us that here a mature woman of good judgment and rational control, who was driven to seduction by overpowering circumstances over which she had no personal control. She had had from the first, it appeared, a relatively high sex drive, and she had been wed to a man who considered sex merely a mechanical and routine experience, to be done as quickly as possible and then forgotten. So when Richard's wandering glance had excited her, all the frustrations of these years of marriage culminated into passion.
All the time she was seducing boys, Elsie knew, as she told me, that she was doing wrong. "But they gave me what Jack wouldn't give me, and I just couldn't stop it, Dr. Klow," she said.
I was grateful that her husband was able to see that his was really the major part of the blame. If he had gone through with that divorce, she might well have gone through life with a fixation for young boys, which might well have warped and destroyed her life. By destroying her marriage, her husband would as much as told her that only young boys could give her sexual satisfaction, while mature men like himself could give her no pleasure or interest.
Fortunately she sought and received help in time, and is now cured. I still have letters from her today, thanking me for my insight. But what I wonder most is how many women there are today lying awake far into the night, feeling ashamed of their desire for young boys, but knowing all too well that tomorrow or the next day or the next, they will seek out another boy and begin the eternal, fatal cycle all over again.
CASE HISTORY: Beth J
Beth J taught in a private school for girls in England until she got married, a virgin at the age of twenty-nine. The marriage was sexually satisfactory and most congenial, but it lasted only two years before her husband was killed in an automobile accident. Bereaved and distraught, she left England and came to the United States.
For two months, the change of scene helped Beth J escape her sense of loneliness, but soon the novelty wore off and she began to be bored and plagued by a feeling of uselessness and utter boredom and sorrow. Her husband had an excellent insurance policy and she didn't need to work, but nonetheless she decided that only work could distract her and get her mind off her grief for her dead husband. When she checked the want ads, she found an advertisement seeking a tutor to work with a fifteen-year-old boy. She answered the ad, and the boy's mother was delighted to have an English private school teacher instruct her boy. And so it was arranged that Beth would come to the home three evenings a week. The boy, she soon learned, was intelligent but lazy. Although he was big for his age, there was an effeminate quality about him.
Within a short week, Beth saw that unless she were allowed to take drastic action, she would be wasting her time trying to teach a boy who had no interest in learning. When she told this to the mother, the latter pleaded with her to keep trying. Beth replied that she would continue to teach the boy only if she had free rein to do as she saw fit, and the mother at once agreed.
So the next time Beth came to study with the boy, whom we shall call Jason, she was delighted to find that his mother was out, as usual. Within a quarter of an hour, it was evident to her that his mind was wandering, as it always did. Laying down her book, she seized him by the wrist and dragged him from his chair. Before Jason knew what was happening, Beth had lowered his trousers and shorts and pulled him across her lap. He had a big, white-skinned, rather girlish soft behind which soon turned a bright red as she spanked him. In spite of his cries of protest, she continued to spank until the palm of her hand stung.
When she finally pushed him off her lap and told him to put back on his clothes, Beth waited till he had recovered from his crying and had got his clothes in order, then ordered him to go back to the lesson. She was pleased to see immediate improvement, and so the very next evening, when his interest began to wane, she took him across her lap, lowered his clothes and spanked his bare bottom. But this time there was a difference. The night before she had spanked him in anger, but this time she found a certain excitement which surprised her.
As a consequence, almost every lesson after that featured at least one spanking, and it seemed to her that Jason went out of his way to earn these punishments. As she told me, she recalled that it was about the sixth lesson under the new system of discipline which she had set down, when she ran afoul of the rules and ordered him to strip naked. But before taking the boy over her lap, this time Beth drew her skirt and slip high up on her thighs so that he was lying over her bare thighs and nylon sheathed legs as she began to spank. As she spanked, she felt him wriggling across her lap and she became even more excited than usual. Though she didn't know exactly what she was going to do, she suddenly stopped the spanking and made the boy kneel down between her parted thighs.
"Now, as part of your punishment, Jason," she said in a husky voice, "I want you to kiss my legs. Not only that, but all over my panties."
Tearfully, hoping to escape more of the spanking, Jason complied. His awkward boyish kisses aroused her furiously, and before long Beth was so excited that she took off all her clothes and was stark naked. Leading him over to the couch, she pulled him onto her body, and, rubbing his prick and balls until his organ was furiously hard, commanded, "And now, to finish up, you're going to fuck me, Jason."
Beth told me that Jason, once his timidity over punishment was lessened and he felt the delight of sticking his cock inside her warm tight quivering cunt, began to fuck her vigorously and drove her to a hot come. This pattern was therefore repeated in future lessons, and taught him how to gamahuch her. When she had her time of the month, she frenched him.
Since he didn't want to waste their precious time together actually studying, Jason applied himself to his schoolwork and showed a truly amazing improvement. Beth feared that she would no longer be needed as a tutoress, and she discussed this with his mother. The latter wouldn't even consider letting her stop tutoring Jason, and so Beth went on tutoring him until he was ready for college. She was adjusted to her new way of life and completely fulfilled. With the excellent reference from Jason's mother, she had no trouble in finding other boys who needed private tutoring. With the experience she had gained from seducing Jason, she was able to conquer each one in turn.
She still writes me from time to time, and I understand that she is still following the same pattern and is completely happy. And yet I wonder at the reaction of the parents of these boys, if they were ever to find out just how much education their sons are receiving from this brilliant but misguided woman. One cannot perhaps condemn her too much for her bereavement and her desire for emotional fulfillment, since as a virgin she was brought into the sexual aura by a considerate and expertly loving husband, and then deprived through death. Yet if she had sought psychiatric help earlier, she might have been able to accept a mature man as replacement for her dead husband.
CASE HISTORY: Millie E-
Millie E came from a strictly religious family and thus was brought up with a rather narrow outlook on life and especially sex. She was never popular with boys, almost never dated, and the only "necking" she ever did on such few dates as she had was a rather prissy goodnight kiss.
At the age of twenty-seven she became a teacher and devoted all her energies to her work. Five years later, she established a friendship with a male teacher at the same school and eventually gave him her cherry. During their liaison, he talked to her of divorcing his wife and marrying her, and she believed him implicitly, simply because she wanted to.
But after they had established regular fucking relations, the man became evasive about the divorce. Before long, Millie realized that it had been just a line to get into her cunt, and she angrily broke off the affair. It wasn't, alas, that simple for her. Having once tasted the joys of fucking, Millie could not go back to continence; she had climaxed often, she had thrilled at the feel of a man's cock inside her pussy, his hands clutching her bottom or titties, his mouth crushing hers as she felt his hot seed inside her. She couldn't give it up.
She tried to sublimate by frigging herself to climax, but it didn't satisfy her. Then, one day while sitting in class, she looked at all the boys sitting in front of her and with a stare realized here was virgin terrain, candidates who could well provide the solution to her pressing problem.
In her ninth-grade class, the boys were mostly fourteen and fifteen years of age, and therefore sexually inexperienced, but extremely curious. All she had to do, she told herself, was find the right approach to lure them into bed, and then she would have all the fucking she needed. And she wanted a lot.
A hell of a lot of fucking.
Millie E had been known among her students as a strict, very hard teacher, but changed into a rather pleasant person, particularly so with the boys in her class, and these were very quick to notice the difference.
One March day, Millie called one of the fifteen-year old boys aside and had him stay after everyone else had gone, and then remarked that he wasn't doing so well in history and offered to help him with extra study. John-we shall call him quickly assented.
Accordingly the next afternoon, just before the last bell rang, Millie called John up to her desk and told him that something had come up that would force her to leave the school for a few minutes. So instead of working in the classroom, it would be better if he came up to her apartment where it would be quieter. Again he agreed. There was no doubt that he was puzzled over what had come over this former tyrannical despot, but he was primarily concerned with passing his history course.
When he went to the apartment and rang the bell, Millie was already home. She had quickly changed into a semi-sheer blouse so that he could see her bra, and she was also wearing a thin skirt with no slip so that when she passed in front of the window or stood there with her back to him, he had a dazzling view of her legs and the base of her behind.
John and Millie settled down quickly and were making progress when Millie suddenly noticed that it was getting late. On a sudden impulse she said casually, "John, why don't you call your folks, tell them you are studying and that I have offered to cook dinner for you so that you can go on studying and get more work done."
"Yeah, sure," he agreed. He gave her another odd look, and went to the telephone and dialed his mother's number. He came back a few minutes later to report his mother was grateful and sent her thanks. Then the two of them went back to their studies. From time to time Millie would leave him to study a particular section while she went back into the kitchen to see that dinner was coming along properly.
By the time it was six o'clock, John had already done a great deal of good work and dinner was ready, and they took time out for the meal. He and Millie chatted easily throught the repast, and John told her, "You know, Miss E-, I've suddenly got a lot of interest in history."
"Well, since you have that interest, John, you'll find that the rest will be very easy. But we shouldn't try to do too much our first lesson, just in case you might forget what you've been cramming."
"I suppose so," he admitted with a nod.
She gave him a friendly smile. "I'll bet," she hinted, "you'd rather think about girls than history."
"Oh, gosh, no, Miss E-" he blurted. "I've never been out with a girl or dated, or anything."
"Not ever?"
"Well, maybe just once."
"And what did you do with the girl when you were out with her, John?"
"Well, I just kissed her once or twice, that's all."
"I see," Millie laughed softly. She carried two cups of coffee back into the living room, placed them on the coffee table in front of the couch. John sat beside her, and he couldn't help glancing at her voluptuous body. "Do you like to see me this way instead of in class, dear?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure," he gasped, blushing hotly.
"How would you like to see, all of me?" she suddenly asked. His eyes goggled. This new Millie was something beyond his comprehension, but her sudden incredible offer was much too good to turn down. The thought of seeing her ripe mature body dazed him.
He was shaky.
He thought he might faint.
She smiled again at him as if in encouragement. Then she put down her cup, lifted her dress to hook a garter tab which she had earlier unfastened just to make this pretext. She smiled slowly at him as she pulled the skirt well back and worked lingeringly at hooking the garter tab to the top of the nylon sheath. "Do you like my legs, John?" she huskily demanded.
"Oh gosh-sure-I sure do, Miss Millie!" John panted.
"Well, touch them if you want," she murmured.
Nervously the boy placed his fingertip on the top of one nylon stocking, and then, after a moment, both his hands began to caress as Millie E-leaned back on the couch and started to unbutton her blouse. By the time he looked up, the blouse was wide open and her magnificent titties thrust out in the snug bra to his startled eyes.
"Oh gosh!" he blurted again.
"Would you like to touch and feel them, too, John, dear?" she invited.
He didn't answer this time, but his hands left her legs and began to fondle the cups of the bra. Meanwhile, Millie slipped her blouse right off, then unfastened her skirt at the waist so it would be ready to fall down any time she wanted it to. Pushing the slip down a little, she took one of his hands and brought it towards her upper right thigh. By now, John had lost most of his nervousness and he began to rub with his palm the soft bare skin of her upper leg, for she had let him feel just under the panties.
Then he gasped again-but he didn't draw back when Millie Eopened the front of his trousers, took out his erect prick and began to cuddle it between her thighs, smiling tenderly all the while. After a few moments she stood up and told him to push the skirt down. As he did so, it fell at her feet and she stepped out of it.
Standing beside the couch, she put her hands to his cheeks, kissed him on the mouth and whispered to him, "Kiss me back, dear, if you like me," and he did so. "You can feel me up too," she invited, and here again he obeyed. His hands roved over her bare back, her pantie-sheathed bottom as she pressed her crotch against his stiff prick.
"Would you like to take my bra and panties off for me, so we can both me more comfy, John dear?" was her next question.
"I'll say!" he growled. He reached behind her, and she bent a little so he wouldn't have any trouble finding the hooks and eyes of the bra. When it fell away from her, his hands, at once, grabbed her naked titties, and so it took him quite a while before he began drawing down her nylon panties. This, he did slowly, standing behind her and staring at her plump round naked bottom cheeks.
All the time, he kept turning his head and bending a little so that he could take a look at her cunt. "Oh my," Millie laughed, "If that's what you want to see I'll make it easy for you."
She laughed a gain.
With this, she lay back on the couch, bending her knees, and spreading her thighs wide. "Come look at it and touch it," she invited. And so John, kneeling between her legs, his face aflame, staring closely at this the first cunt he had ever seen, and then began to finger it, almost reverently.
"Why don't you take off all your clothes and be like me, darling?" was her next question. John needed no second invitation. Now they lay together on the couch, while Millie whispered to him, "Feel me up, all over and reach under and squeezy my bottom. A girl-likes that from a nice handsome boy like you."
As he did so, her excitement rose. "How would you like to gamahuch me and have me french you back?" she suddenly demanded.
"What's that, Miss Millie?" he panted.
"I'll show you. Gamahuching is when a boy puts his mouth and tongue to a girl's pussy, like right here," she pointed to her cunt. "Trenching, dear, is when a girl takes a boy's cock like yours," she touched it, "into her mouth and sucks and licks it. Would you like to have me do that to you?"
"Oh yeah-but do you know what I really want to do most?" his voice was trembling with lust.
"What's that, darling?"
"I want to fuck you, Miss Millie."
"Of course, you do, and I'll let you, if you'll get me ready. You see, when a boy fucks a girl, he has to get her all excited and hot, or it won't be nice for him. Now, if you'll gamahuch me, you'll get me all ready to give you a wonderful fucking. Would you like that?"
He nodded frantically, too dazed with his good fortune to speak. She took hold gently of the back of his head with both hands and gather him down until his face was right up against her cunt. He began to suck and lick at her orders, and she held him there until she finally came. Even then, he seemed reluctant to stop, then she laughed softly and said, "Now you can fuck me, darling, because you've earned it."
She was trembling with anticipation for what was to come, and she kept him kneeling between her bare thighs for a little while as she excited him with talk about what was going to happen and how it was going to feel: "Your cock aches right now, doesn't it, John?" she pursued. "Well, once you stick it, right inside the little pink lips of my pussy, you're going to feel as if you were in heaven. My pussy is going to work on your cock, it's going to kiss it inside-and you'll be able to feel it. Now, see if you can try it."
The boy was trembling violently, and Millie knew it wouldn't take him too long, but by now she was frantically excited. Slowly, watching her open the lips of her cunt for him, he took hold of his cock rather clumsily and stared into the soft pink gape. Then at her instructions he sank down and lay over her, and began to execute a few jerky ins and outs. It didn't take him long to lose his juice, and he lay panting and groaning.
Less than an hour later, Millie guessed that he could be made ready for a second performance, which, with some luck, would be prolonged enough to give her a good hot come. So at her artful suggestion, they began to fondle and kiss each other. When she saw that his cock was beginning to show signs of stiffening again, she made him lie on his back, knelt over him, and began to suck and lick his prick so that it became tremendously hard all over again.
Lying on the couch, she made him fuck her again, this time his endurance was so much better that she achieved the hot seething come she yearned for.
Just as Millie E expected, John spread the word of his conquest around the school. Something had told her that he was still too immature to be able to resist the temptation to brag. Before long, many of the boys were staring at her in a way that indicated they wanted exactly what John had had. She could therefore take her pick among the best looking and biggest developed boys, and she would invite them to her apartment and engage in varied sexual activities with her. Word of all this reached the school authorities a few months later, and a major investigation was made. It was discovered that Millie E-had seduced at least twenty-five boys, many of them more than once. There was, of course, no prosecution, since the authorities wanted no scandal that might perhaps ruin the school permanently.
Millie E-left the city and disappeared. In view of her background, my belief is that she has found another job teaching where she can again seduce boys to procure the kind of sexual delight she needs.
To older men, she is unattractive, but to a panting, teenaged boy who sees a woman for the first time, she personifies everything that is mysterious, exciting and beautiful in a woman. As for Millie herself, the admiring and adoring boy, gives her much more than fucking. His eyes reflect his excitement and pride in the wonder of seeing a womanly naked body. A mature man would lie to her with a smooth technique and make her feel that she was desirable. But Millie has learned enough to know that a boy's expression is the most candid and sincere. In a word, she seeks not only sex but appreciation to satisfy her own ego.
It would be too difficult for her to find among the mature males one who would cherish her for what she is. With boys, it is easier because of their inexperience. She is not the first woman who has made this discovery and will certainly not be the last. We find in her case, indeed, one of the most common motivations for the seduction of boys by grown women.
CASE HISTORY: Zora Y-
Zora Y gives us another case history of still another teacher who used the punishment of students to lead her boys into the trap of seduction. Strangely enough, although she was a very beautiful woman at twenty-six, she never dated grown males and she had no male friends at all. She was completely candid in telling her story to me, and I shall pass it on to you, my readers, in the same manner.
During her first year of teaching in a small rural school in North Dakota, where strapping was not only permitted but encouraged, Zora established herself as a strict disciplinarian who would allow no misconduct and no laziness in completing schoolwork.
However, she never administered these strappings during class. Any student who had earned one was kept behind after the final class. Those students who were to be punished were sent outside the room to wait their turn. She always took the girls first, always one at a time.
Although during class, her manner was usually firm and even despotic, when it came time to administer punishment, Zora seemed to undergo a startling transformation, becoming quite pleasant and speaking in a gentle voice to the condemned culprit. Nevertheless, she always used the strap so hard that the child always cried. The punishment was given on the palms, not on the buttocks.
She arranged punishment sessions so that the boy who had committed the most serious offense during the week was always last to receive his strapping. The usual punishment comprised five strokes on each hand with a composition strap which guaranteed a long lasting sting. For more serious offenses, it could be as many as ten to each palm.
Zora told me very clearly the details of her first "special strapping," as she called it. It is not surprising that she can recall it so clearly, since she had obviously planned it well in advance. Her victim, whom we shall call Mark, was thirteen. As she escorted him into the classroom with her arm around his shoulder, her voice was sweet and gentle. However, Mark had seen several of the students leave crying so he knew that the gentleness of her voice gave no assurance that he would escape. Once she had locked the door, Zora escorted the boy to the far side of the room before going to her desk to pick up the strap which she held up for him to see clearly. She recalled to me that there were signs of tears in his eyes as he glanced at it and knew how it was going to sting his hands. She took first his left hand and made him hold it out, and administered seven very hard strokes to each one in turn. He began to cry after the first stroke and was screaming by the time she finished.
Then, dropping the strap, she hugged him to her and told him that she knew how much it hurt. "You see, Mark, because you took your punishment so well, I'm going to show you something that will make your hands feel much better, you'll see," she urged. Then, taking both his wrists, she drew his hands around her, moved them under her wide skirt and pressed his hands upon her bare bottom. Needless to say, she had taken her panties off before calling him into the room. Mark began to stop crying, his eyes widening, as his smarting hands felt the smooth warm skin of her bare behind. "It will make your hands better if you move them all around, dear," she murmured.
He soon took advantage of the offer and was massaging her satiny bottom-cheeks. "Does that make you feel better?" she pursued.
"Oh, yes, Miss Zora!" Mark gasped enthusiastically.
"Does it always make your hands feel good when you rub a woman's bare behind?" she slyly asked.
"Oh, but I never did it before!" he gasped just as she had known he would.
"And you mean you've never seen a woman's bare behind?" Zora felt excitement growing in her.
"Oh no, Miss Zora, I'd sure love that!" There was not even a trace of sob in his voice when he answered.
Letting him go, Zora slowly raised her dress and slip until she exposed herself to him naked from the waist down except for her garter belt and her nylon hose. Certain that he had stared lingeringly and reverently at her cunt, she slowly turned and showed him her naked behind. Mark was trembling, but that was only the beginning of his education.
"Why don't you kneel down and kiss my pussy?" she urged. He gasped again, wordlessly, and promptly sank down to his knees. Putting his hands to the back of her thighs, he gradually moved his face against her cunt, and soon he was beginning to kiss. Before she let him go away from her, she murmured. "Now put your tongue in there and rub it around, darling."
By the time he had done all she wanted and made her come, she had to speak sharply to get him to move away from the first cunt he had ever seen and touched.
Then she let him kiss her bottom, and after that, she herself drew the cheeks apart and commanded, "Now kiss my bumhole, darling."
After he had done so, she dropped her skirt, opened the front of his pants and found his stiff prick throbbing. Standing behind him then, she took hold of it in her palms and began to rub it and then finally jacked him off with one soft hand till the spurt of his seed and his cry of anguished bliss told her that he had come.
Officially his "strapping" was over, and he was allowed to leave the school and go home. As soon as she had locked the door behind him, Zora hurried back to her chair, pulled up her skirt and frigged her clitoris. Then, putting her panties back on, she went home feeling completely fulfilled and relaxed. Having set this pattern, she followed it without a single deviation. If a single day went by without a boy to strap, Zora felt cheated. Locking the door, she would put the strap on the desk in front of her, and frig herself as she thought of the last boy she had strapped and then seduced, although of course she did not let the boy fuck her.
This ritualistic pattern lasted about four months until one boy told his parents about how nice Miss Zora was when she strapped him. Not realizing what he was saying, he gave his stunned mother all the details.
There was a quick investigation, other boys broke down under the questioning of the principal and Zora was arrested. Her father, who lived in the city where I was practicing at the time, heard the news and wired me to fly down to see what I could do for her. After a lengthy interview with the young woman, I was able to convince both the judge and the district attorney that rather than being a criminal, Zora was actually a sick woman and would be better served by having psychiatric treatment than by going to jail.
This, however, required the agreement of the boy's mother to drop the charges. So I went to talk to her. She was delighted with her power over the errant woman, and she told me that she would agree to drop the charges if Zora would accept a whipping from her. I was somewhat dubious about it, but the woman agreed that I should be present to make sure that she didn't hurt Zora too much.
After I conferred with the beautiful teacher, the latter agreed. So thereafter I was present at the woman's home when she sent her children away, ordered Zora to strip naked, lean over the table to receive severe thrashing with a wide leather belt which was doubled.
As the hard belt slapped Zora's smooth white bottom-cheeks, the naked young woman writhed and kicked and pleaded for mercy, till I finally ordered the mother to stop. While I waited for her to dress, I saw the gleam of excitment in the mother's eyes, and I knew that she was greedily aware that she had received sadistic and erotic enjoyment from applying this whipping. She boasted that she used the same belt to whip her children, and my heart went out to them. No, it wasn't difficult to understand why the boy had considered his strapping from the teacher a "very nice one."
I was intrigued, as you yourself would have been, to know what it was that had driven this beautiful young woman to such antisocial actions. When we began our psychiatric sessions, I learned from Zora that when she was fifteen, she had been abducted by a man who had lived in the neighborhood and had long lusted for her. He had taken her to a deserted garage, gagged her, undressed her, pinched and spanked her titties and bottom, and finally fucked her, taking his time about having his complete pleasure.
Unfortunately, Zora's parents had not been well informed enough to discuss the matter with a psychoanalyst at the time of this brutal rape. The result was that Zora had formed an intense hatred toward all men. And as a teacher, she was in a position to punish boys who are, after all, the prototypes of young men. Because of this, she felt that she was debasing all manhood by forcing these boys to kiss her cunt and ass-hole. And the idea of having them clasp her bottom cheeks after she had strapped them, was to rouse them sexually so that they would do all the things she then demanded.
This also explains why at punishment time she changed to a different voice and soothing manner. Her own subconscious mind was telling her that what she was doing was wrong. By being gentle in her voice and manner, she believed she was compensating for this.
If this seems somewhat far-fetched, let me assure you as a psychiatrist, that the human mind is a most complex and delicate instrument. Damaged, twisted, or altered in any way, even slightly, it is capable of incredible things. So it was with this beautiful misguided woman, who certainly was not to blame for that atrocious, and traumatic rape which had been inflicted on her during her adolescence.