Chapter 3
When Miss Borden was on her way to teach class the following day, she stopped in at the principal's office.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Reynolds?" the woman asked.
"Yes, Miss Borden. Please sit down."
"I have my class now."
"Well," the man was hesitant to tell her what he had to say. "I'm afraid that I'm caught between the devil and the deep, to coin a phrase. The board has reviewed our program and the enrollments and the request and they want us to keep the sex education!"
The woman crossed her arms. She was prepared for the rest of the statement that was to come. "And?" was the only thing that she said, but it was filled with meaning.
"And, then I heard from the superintendant and he wants you to continue teaching the class because he feels that that is the best way to discourage the continuation of the course.
"You see it's a fight between the liberals in the county seat who want us to update the education in ways that I find superfluous, and the folks here at this school who want to keep education where it was all along!"
"I know all about what the friggin' fight is," the teacher said in a low voice.
"Don't be mad at me, Lauren," the principal whispered so that no one could hear him speaking intimately with the teacher.
"Why the hell shouldn't I be mad at you?" she said in an angry whisper. "If you ran this school instead of being a snivelling little weasel, then you might offer the proper liaison between administration and staff that we need around here!"
"Don't talk to me like that!" the principal whispered.
In a normal voice that was just slightly icy, Lauren pulled away from the man as she said, "Will that be all, sir. I have a class to go to."
He leaned across his desk and whispered, "Will you see me this afternoon so that you and I can have some S-E-X?"
"No!" the beautiful honey-haired teacher said, as she turned on her heel and walked out of the office.
When she arrived in the classroom, everyone could tell that she was in a bad mood. There was a scowl across her face and the door slammed shut with a resounding noise.
She looked at all of the intimidated faces and as soon as she looked at Steve's handsome face, she remembered the photograph that she had of him.
"I will see you in my office after school, Steven!" the woman said as she sat down at her desk.
She had a way of expressing things as if they were given facts instead of requests. She did not ask students to her office. She told them that they would be there at the specified time.
Then, just as if she hadn't said anything at all, she looked across the class full of students and she said, "The subject for today is human sexual response and how to control it and repress it!"
When the students left the class, Steve walked close to Janet. All day long she had not paid any attention to him and he didn't know what was wrong.
Steve was right next to Janet as he whispered, "I have your picture in my wallet. I've kept it safe!"
Janet could not even look in the boy's face. She was sick with worry over the fact that she had lost the picture. She didn't know at what time of day and in what room the picture had fallen. But she was certain that someone in the school building had the nude photo that she had taken of the handsome curly haired boy.
"I've gotta go to my next class," Janet called out, as she pulled away from Steve and went down the hall.
Steve was watching her rush away from him, as Alan came up beside him and said, "What does Miss Borden want of you?"
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know. But what I really want to know is what Janet has against me. The girl seems to be mad about something!"
"But aren't you scared that Miss Borden will punish you?" Alan asked.
"Why should I be scared of her when I know that I haven't done anything!" Steve said, chuckling.
But by the time that it was three that afternoon, the boy wasn't chuckling any longer. He was nervous about going into the teacher's office. It was a dreaded place and the strict woman was dreaded by the entire student body.
And yet, as much as the boy wracked .his brain to think of what he had done wrong, he could not think of any transgressions on his part.
When he was inside of Miss Borden's office, standing at attention and listening to her speak, he still didn't know what the problem was.
"I had always been under the impression that you were a good and a fine young man!" Miss Borden said softly. "Apparently, I was sorely mistaken."
She took something from a book inside of her desk and handed it to the boy. It was a xerox copy of the nude photograph that he had permitted Janet to take.
"How. .?" the boy began tentatively.
"I am the one asking the questions here!" Miss Borden snapped at the young man. "I want to know who took this and why?"
Steve began to stammer. He didn't know how to answer.
"Come on," the woman said, her voice growing deep and throaty as she continued, "I know that you're a bright boy. It can't be such a difficult ordeal for you to think of a name."
"A friend took this picture," the boy said, mumbling.
"What was that? Speak up!" the woman said.
"A friend!" he said, just a little bit louder. "A friend took this picture!"
"I asked for a name of a person!" the woman said.
"It wasn't anything like you're thinking," the boy stammered.
"Are you a mind reader, Mr. Fridell?" the woman said.
Steve shook his head and the woman said, "Then don't you dare tell me what I am thinking!"
"I meant that it wasn't anything dirty or anything. It was just a joke between us!"
"I want the name of the person who did this!" the woman said, her tone getting increasingly ugly at that point.
"Look! She just wanted to have a picture of me. It was just natural curiosity!"
"Don't you dare tell me that there is anything natural about being naked with a member of the opposite sex," Miss Borden said.
The boy opened his mouth to speak, but then he thought about what the woman had just said. Realizing that she had contradicted herself, he saw that it was pointless for him to argue too much.
Her mind was made up and she did not want to be confused with the facts.
She continued, "You used the female pronoun and I take that to mean that you were naked with some girl and you permitted her to take this picture of you!"
"That is correct," Steve said in a flat tone.
"Then you do not deny it!" the woman-screeched, almost making it into a question.
"You have the picture right there!" the boy said.
"I can have you expelled from the school for this!" the woman said in a tone that was very matter-of-fact and even more frightening because of it.
"Expelled?" the boy exclaimed. "But that picture wasn't taken anywhere near the school!"
"So?" the woman said, folding her arms across her breasts.
"Why should something that I did in the private home of someone in the neighborhood have anything to do with my being a student here at Sunrise High School?"
"I quote from the school rules when I tell you that a student may be expelled if he or she is judged to be a poor moral influence on the school body."
"Do you think that I'm a poor moral influence?" the boy asked.
The woman looked down at the boy's picture and she said, "This picture is not the sort of thing that any nice young man would do!"
It was at that point that it dawned on the boy that the woman was looking at the picture of him without any clothes on and with a raging hard-on. He swallowed hard and felt his cock rising in his pants.
As he watched the woman's eyes he realized that she was enjoying the sight of the picture. Then she looked up at his clothed body and without a word he knew that there was a sexual threat in the room that was hanging lower and heavier than all of the other threats that the teacher had made.
"It looks like I have something on you, Mr. Fridell," the teacher said, staring at the tall young man as she leaned back against the desk and crossed her arms.
"Yes," the boy said softly in a clipped manner.
The vicious woman smiled and said, "I'm glad that you agree with me! Now the question is what we're going to do about it. Or rather, what am I going to do about it? Wouldn't you say that that was the question, Mr. Fridell?"
"Yes!" the boy said again, swallowing to get the dry feeling out of his throat.
"Because I can do absolutely anything that I want to do! Isn't that right, Mr. Fridell?" she sneered at the fifteen-year-old boy. "I have that picture as proof that you are a moral degenerate who deserves to be kicked out of the school and now that I have that, I can make you do anything that I want to have you do! Isn't that right, Mr. Fridell?"
Steve's voice was hoarse as he said, "Yes!" for the final time.
Miss Borden leaned back against her desk, raised one hand, snapped her fingers and said, "Strip, boy!"
"Wh-what?" Steve asked.
"I told you to strip naked!" the beautiful honey-haired woman snarled. "And I want you to do it right at this minute!"
The boy saw the fiery look in the woman's bright eyes and he knew that she meant business in her threats to him. He reached for the top button of his shirt and opened it.
As Steve was peeling off his shirt, the woman was leaning back against her desk and she was saying, "I'm going to teach you a lesson that you will remember for a long time!"
The boy was just concentrating on his cock, or rather he was trying hard not to concentrate on it. His meat was hard as iron and he didn't want it to be. He didn't want to undress in front of the woman and have her see that he was sexually excited by all of this.
Miss Borden unconsciously licked her lips when the boy took off his shirt and revealed the well-defined slightly hairy chest.
Steve paused and looked up at the woman. She snarled, "I'm waiting, young man!" Then she motioned with her hand and the boy knew that he had to continue the striptease for this teacher.
He pulled off his white sneakers and then he opened his jeans. Unzipping his pants and then peeling them off his well-muscled legs, he could sense that the woman's eyes were concentrating on the lump that was locked in the front of his white undershorts.
Steve's heavy white socks came off with his pants and then he knew that he had to complete the task that he had been ordered to do. He didn't dare to look up at the woman as he reached his fingers into the tight waistband of his jockey shorts.
He had barely started to slide the shorts off of his slim hips when his thick cock sprung up to freedom and pointed straight forward.
"That just goes to prove that you have a filthy mind!" Miss Borden said in a low voice that was as thick and sensuous as honey.
"No! Miss Borden, it's just that I'm embarrassed in front of you!" Steve said, his voice cracking in the middle of the sentence.
"Stand at attention!" the woman said from the back of her throat.
She walked around the boy as if she were inspecting him and he stood nervously at attention. His whole body was rigid, especially his cock.
As the woman reached her long and sensual fingers suddenly between the boy's legs, he felt the hairs around his balls stand up' on end. Before he could even pull away, the woman grabbed his balls.
"Please!" Steve cried out. "Please don't hurt me!"
"Don't hurt you?" the woman mocked with a sour tone in her voice. "What about the young girls who will be hurt because of the things that you do?"
"Wh-what did I do? What young girls did I hurt?" the boy said, the sweat standing out on his forehead as the teacher began to twist his balls.
"That disgusting picture of you shows me the kind of boy that you are!" the woman snarled. "You left that picture around! You wanted the girls to find that picture so that you could seduce them!"
"No! That picture was taken only for one person!" Steve insisted.
"Then I want to know who that one person is!" the teacher demanded as she tugged down on the boy's balls.
He began to double over, but she shouted out, "You are to remaining standing at attention, Steven!"
Showing a little streak of mercy the woman took her hand away from the boy's testicles. Then she walked around him again and he was more nervous than he had been the first time. Now that he had already suffered from some of her abuse, he was waiting to see what part of his body would be attacked next.
The side of a long red fingernail rubbed lightly against the boy's nipple and he felt a burning sensation as the woman did that.
Once she had determined that-he was sensitive in that spot, she clasped her other finger on the other side of his nipple and she pressed the sharp edges of the fingernails against one another as if she were trying to slice right through the nipple.
"Please!" Steve cried out with a gasp. "Then tell me who took that picture!" she demanded.
"J-just some girl in our class!"
"Then it's a girl in our class!" the woman said. "That narrows it down. Now I want to know who it is!"
The fingernails were tugging hard at the boy's left nipple so that he had to take a step forward for fear that the woman would rip right through his skin.
"Don't make me tell you!" .Steve said, shaking his head. "No! You can't make me tell you!"
"Remember!" the teacher reminded him. "I can still have you kicked out of this school. I still have that picture."
"Please!" he begged. "Anything else! I'll do anything else for you but don't make me squeal about the picture!"
The woman released the boy's nipple and then said, "Anything else?"
A cold chill ran up his spine as he listened to the way that she said those words. He swallowed hard and did not respond to her in any way.
"Yes," she hissed. "You shall do anything else that I tell you to do! You certainly shall!"
The boy looked around as the teacher leaned back against the desk and said, "To begin with I will allow you to undress me!"
"Y-you'll what?" he asked, his voice going up to a high pitch as he said that.
"Well, you nasty little boy, I'm doing you a wonderful favor! I'm going to allow you to see my naked body and after that you may service me and give me my satisfaction!"
Steve just stood there not knowing what to do, so the woman said, "If I must tell you everything to do, then I shall! You may begin by removing my blouse!"
When the boy took one step so that he would be closer to the woman he realized that his erect cock was rubbing against her skirt. He pulled away and then had to lean forward in order to reach her blouse.
Unbuttoning her blouse, he revealed the clinging white bra that seemed to be overflowing with the flesh of the woman's breasts.
Even though Miss Borden was very slim and angular, with the narrowest waist and sharply boned hips, she did have very voluptuous breasts.
The boy reached around behind the woman so that he could take off her bra, but then she slapped his hands away and said, "My skirt first and see to it that you fold the clothes neatly!"
He unzipped her skirt and he had to kneel down on the floor in order to let the woman step out of it. When he put the skirt over a nearby chair, he felt the sudden slap of the woman's hand on the side of his face as he said, "I told you to fold everything neatly!"
Steve looked up at her with a shocked expression on his face. Then he turned to the skirt and he began to fold it clumsily.
"You're just what I've always needed, a naked slave!" the teacher said with a little bit of a laugh.
The boy felt his face turning bright red. That was exactly what he was. He was this woman's naked slave and the only thing that he wished was that his cock would stop being so firmly erect.
Once he had folded her blouse and skirt as neatly as he could have been expected to, the woman said, "Now you may take off my bra!"
He walked around behind her and unfastened the snaps of the bra. Her beautiful breasts burst to freedom and he discovered that even they were somewhat cone-shaped and pointed, just like the rest of her body.
The flesh on her boobs was so firm and tautly pulled over the woman's body that her tits seemed to be standing up on end.
There was a little bit of a laugh from Miss Borden and then she said, "Now you may take down my panties, boy!"
Steve's fingers were actually shaking as he reached them into the clinging elastic waistband of the white nylon panties. Even though the woman had such a tiny waistline, the panties still seemed to be too small on her.
It was an effort for the boy to stretch them out so that he could pull them down around the sharply protruding bones of her hips.
But then the wispy blonde hairs of the woman's pussy were revealed and the boy felt his heartbeat increase in tempo.
If his cock had ever gotten softer in any way, the sight of the woman's twat would have been enough to get him erect once more.
He was down on his knees so that he could help the tall and elegant woman to step out of the panties. She lifted one leg and then the other and soon she was completely naked with the handsome youngster in front of her.
She grabbed him hard by the upper arm and he looked up at her. Her electric eyes caught sight of his eyes as she said, "I want to know exactly what you have done with girls!"
"N-nothing!" Steve said, trying to sound calm.
"Look in my eyes!" she commanded. "Don't you dare to tell me a lie! I want to know if you have ever fucked a girl!"
He swallowed hard and then he said, "No."
"Then what did you do with the girl who took the naked picture of you?" the woman said with a mocking tone.
"She, uh, sucked my cock," he said in a soft voice, still not daring to look away from the woman. "And while she was doing that, I, uh, ate out her pussy!"
Miss Borden laughed a loud and raucous laugh as she said, "And I was afraid that I was getting a novice!"
"Wh-what?" Steve asked, not understanding.
The woman's long and well-manicured fingers pressed against the curly dark hair on the back of his head as she pushed the boy's face toward her pussy lips.
She felt his dry lips rubbing back and forth against the flesh of her cunt and she pressed his tongue more hotly against her twat.
Steve began to choke and the woman felt the moisture of his mouth as he finally opened it.
But then, just as suddenly, she pulled him by the hair and she tugged his face away from her cunt lips. He fell backwards onto his shoulders as he felt the pressure of the woman's pull.
Steve immediately reached up for his hair since he felt like the woman was close to 'ripping the hair right out of his head. But by the time he looked up at the woman, he saw that she was setting up a chair next to the desk so that the back of the chair was leaning against the side of the desk.
"On the chair!" she commanded.
"On?" he began to ask weakly.
"Do not waste my time!" she said. "You know the position! You have seen it enough times in the classroom!"
He suddenly realized what she had meant.
As slowly as he could he got up on the chair with his knees on the seat of the chair and his arms over the back of the chair.
Suddenly he felt some rope running around his legs and by the time he turned and looked around his shoulder, the woman was tying his legs to the legs of the chair.
Then he watched as the woman took his arms one at a time and tied them to the sides of the chair back.
Steve was helpless. He knew that if he struggled too much in his bonds he might well toss over the light wood chair and smack his head on the floor, doing some real damage to himself.
"This is the way that I should be permitted to punish all of the boys in the class!" the woman was ranting in a low shriek.
Steve shivered. It was at that moment that he realized that this woman was obsessed with the notion of punishing boys. He was bound here and at her mercy and she was absolutely maniacal about the tortures that she would do to him.
Before he even saw or heard anything else he felt the cool feeling of the leather against his back. It was a cool sensation because the woman was just tickling him lightly with the leather switch that she would use for the whipping.
She ran it up the center of his spine and he arched his back with the tingling sensation that was going through him.
"Nice unmarked flesh!" the naked woman snarled as she reached her long fingers down to her own pussy lips and spread them apart.
She worked one finger up into her pussy to search for the tender seat of her pleasure as she ran the leather strap down Steve's firm and muscular ass cheeks.
The strap moved lightly between the boy's legs and his balls pressed upward in its path.
When the strap was removed, the boy's body grew more tense than ever because he really was expecting to feel the slicing sensation of the lash.
But instead he felt the warmth of the woman's long fingers running around his ass cheeks as she said, "Relax, boy! I want you to relax!"
Her voice was so sweet and lovely and soft that the boy actually felt his ass relaxing. Just as the muscles were almost completely calm there was a momentary whistling in the air that was cut short when the lash struck against the boy's previously unmarked flesh.
Steve cried out in shock and pain.
"Shut up!" the woman said as she raised the whip into the air once more. It ripped right across the boy's bare buttocks. In the spot where it crossed with the previous slice of the whip, the boy felt an intense pain that he was sure was the feeling of burning blood.
As the lash whipped against his flesh a second time, he cried out, "Please don't hurt me!"
"We'll have to shut you up, won't we?" the woman said in a mocking voice as she reached down on the floor for her panties.
As the boy looked over his shoulder, unaware of what the evil teacher was going to do, she stuffed her filthy panties right into his mouth.
He struggled with the piss-stained gag, but he soon discovered that the more he struggled the deeper the panties became lodged down his throat.
As the woman pressed her fingers against her pussy lips, she chuckled, "That will have to do until I get you something better to fill your mouth and keep your tongue busy!"
Before she had even finished saying that, she slashed the lash down against the boy's naked bottom once again.
The pain was so intense that he couldn't even tighten his ass cheeks together. The lash slapped against his lower back and he felt the flesh on that part of his body being ripped right through by the hot leather.
His eyes were pleading with the woman because that was the only form of communication that was left open to him, considering that his arms and legs were tied up and his mouth was gagged.
"So, you didn't want to give me a good cunt lapping, did you?" the woman cried out as she lashed at his behind. "I'll teach you a lesson for that! I'll teach you to obey your teacher!"
After the lash had rained down a torrent of abuse on the youngsters smooth flesh, the woman purposely aimed it right down the middle of his ass crack.
As the hot leather ripped right through the tightened flesh of the boy's ass crack, the woman let the end of the whip slip between his legs and bite at the young boy's balls.
Steve opened his mouth wide with a scream that was muffled by the filthy gag that was down his throat.
By doing that, he almost choked on the gag. When the woman pulled her panties out of his mouth, he was coughing wildly and his eyes were filled with tears.
He looked up at her and she said, "Now we will see if you have learned your lesson!"
Then she began to climb up onto the desk and soon her pussy was right at a level with the boy's lips. "You will show me that you do not deserve any additional punishment," the woman said as she spread her legs.
"B-but," the nervous boy began, "if I weren't tied up like this I would be able to do a better job of it!"
"Are you trying to trick me into untying you?" Miss Borden asked.
"I just mean that I could use my hands to spread your pussy lips and get my tongue up inside of your cunt!" Steve said eagerly.
"Use your tongue!" the woman snarled.
Before the boy could say another word, the cunt flesh was pressed against his mouth and he was moving his lips up and down across the already moist wrinkled flesh that guarded the woman's hot hole.
She spread her legs as wide as she could so that she could give the boy a good opportunity to eat her cunt, and then she said, "Use your tongue, you rotten little brat! I want you to use your tongue to eat out my pussy and spread my cunt lips apart!"
It wasn't easy since the boy had only eaten one pussy before that and he had been completely free in his movements on that previous occasion.
As the woman pressed harder against her lips, he thrust up his tongue and tried to use the pressure of his tongue to part the moist cunt lips as his lips pulled them apart.
For one moment he did manage to separate the pussy flesh and jab his tongue up into the center. But as soon as his tongue was inside of the twat, he felt the pressure of the vagina that was clinging around his invading mouth muscle.
He could not move his tongue any further in or out. It felt as if the tongue were glued to the cunt meat.
"Fuck it! Use your tongue to fuck my pussy!" the woman said harshly.
The boy put all the pressure that he could on his tongue, but he could not shove it any further up into the woman's pussy.
She reached down to smack him on his already bruised ass as she said, "I want to feel your tongue going to work!"
Steve knew that he had to do something so one moment later he began to move his tongue in the one direction that he could. He was flexing his tongue back and forth and putting pressure against the pussy flesh as he did that.
Soon enough the pussy flesh was responding to the movements of his tongue and he was feeling the moisture that was flowing from the inside of the woman's body.
Then when his tongue pressed against one particular spot in the woman's twat, that bit of flesh pressed back against his tongue. He discovered that the pussy flesh was very responsive in that way.
Soon the cunt meat was wriggling in spots where his tongue was not even touching. Her pussy had been set off on a chain reaction and now she was on her way toward her orgasm.
With that there was a loosening of the woman's pussy and her cunt became much wetter than it had been.
The boy thrust his tongue forward into the woman's body and then he began to actually fuck her with his tongue, just as she had asked him to do.
Once more the long fingers of the woman's hand pressed against the curly hair on the back of the boy's head as she tried to push him more deeply against her pussy lips.
"Shove your tongue in! Deeper! Deeper!" she cried out.
As the boy moved his tongue back and forth against her moist cunt, she could feel it making contact with her clit and she knew that she was on the verge of a fabulous orgasm.
She looked down at the scars that her strap had left across the boy's naked back and that was when she felt the walls of her cunt collapsing around his invading tongue.
"Deeper!" she screamed as the tongue jabbed forward into the tight confines of her cunt.
The boy could feel the oozing sensation of the thick clear pussy juice that was drooling along the length of his tongue.
Miss Borden climbed off the desk and got dressed completely before she even looked at the boy. Then she turned to him and untied his hands so that he could untie the rest of the ropes that were binding him to the chair.
"You may get dressed now!"
The boy was embarrassed and he still had the firm erection in front of him. But now the woman was ignoring that erection. Once Steve was fully dressed and his hard cock was closed into his pants, he stood waiting for the woman to say something.
When she remained silent, he cleared his throat and said, "Would you give me the picture now?"
"Give you the picture?" she repeated as if he had been speaking a foreign language.
"Well," he explained, "I did everything that you wanted me to do!"
"When did I ever say that I would return the picture to you?" the woman asked without any real malice in her voice.
The boy was silent. His mouth was open and there was a bit of the woman's own cunt cream that had dribbled from the corner of his mouth.
So, Miss Borden continued, "I had said that if you did everything that I told you to do then I would not have you expelled from the school on the basis of that dirty picture of you!"
"B-but, you're gonna keep the picture?" the boy asked, his voice getting a little hoarse.
"Of course, Steve! And I expect that you will be very obedient any time that I want you to be obedient to me!" the woman said.
The boy's face turned red and the woman began to laugh uproariously.