"Ok class, you're free to go. But please remember to bring your two thousand word essay on the American political system to me by next thursday at the latest."
Miss Porter was my history teacher and, although I was glad the school day was finally over, I was devastated to have stop staring at her amazing assets. Her long blonde hair ran over her shoulders and sat softly on her handfull-sized breasts, which her low cut blouse showed were obviously eager to escape from the tightly-fitted bra enclosing them. Her hazel eyes sparkled from behind the thin glass of her round specs, which sat on her slightly crooked but very cute nose. Her thin lips were covered in a thick layer of bright red lipstick, and the rest of her face was equally covered in make-up. She was quite tall but also very petite, with a thin waist that defined her bubble butt perfectly in the short black skirt she was wearing. She didn't look very young, but she couldn't have been more than thirty five. To be honest, I don't think I was the only hormone-fuelled teenage boy eyeing her up in my class.
Anyway, half the class had spilled out of the door by now and, although I knew it was wrong, I just had to get some time alone with Miss Porter. I waited for everyone else to leave and then walked up to her desk at the front of the classroom.
"Hey Luke, are you okay?" She asked me as she looked up from her computer screen.
"Yes, well, erm.... kinda. The thing is I'm really struggling with this assignment and I think I need a bit of extra help," I lied.
"That's fine Luke, thank you for being so honest and coming to see me about it. I have a staff meeting tonight, but I'm free after school tomorrow. Is that any good for you?" She replied as she shut down her computer, put on her jacket and picked up her handbag, ready to leave.
"That's great, thanks Miss!"
And with that, I turned to leave. A clattering noise came from behind me and I spun back around. Miss Porter had dropped her handbag and the contents were now scattered all over the floor. Red lipstick and foundation flew in one direction, her purse and phone in another, and some tampons in another. I knelt down to help her.
"Oh, thank you. I'm getting clumsy in my old age."
"I don't think you're old, Miss," I replied.
She just smiled awkwardly back and I turned slightly red. As I put the last bit of make-up back in her bag for her, she thanked me again and turned to leave.
Suddenly something caught my eye. A small black plastic ring was poking out from beneath her desk. I started to pull it out.
"Miss, wait. I think you forgot something!"
She spun around just in time to see my face drop as I realised what I had in my hand. The plastic ring I had seen was followed by ten black balls of varying sizes attached to it along its length. I was holding my teacher's anal beads in my hand!
"Oh no," was all she could manage to say as she snatched the beads from my hand, stuffed them in her bag and walked out of the classroom.
I couldn't believe what I had just seen, and I could barely get to sleep that night due to the excitement of it, but also the fact that I was going to have to see her tomorrow. My dream of having her to myself could easily turn into a very embarrassing situation.
Luckily the following day at school went by very slowly, so I had plenty of time to think about what I was going to say to her. Unfortunately, all the time in the world wouldn't allow me to do that. I just didn't know what to say.
Ding-aling-aling-aling!
It was time to go and see Miss Porter. I trotted off down the narrow corridor that lead to the four history classrooms and knocked on the second door.
"Come in," Miss Porter replied in a voice that was obviously trying to cover up her embarrassment.
"Please take a seat," she avoided making eye contact. "So what are you struggling with most about the political system of America?"
Shit. I had spent the whole day worrying about what I would say to her about the anal beads rather than coming up with a story about my lack of learning ability.
"Erm, well it's the.... you know," suddenly she made eye contact.
"Luke, I don't mean to sound rude, but was this all just a plan for you to seduce me and you are not actually struggling at all?"
"No way!" I replied, hoping I was convincing enough. But she saw straight through me.
"I've been thinking a lot about what you saw yesterday, and how or if I should even explain it to you. Luke, what you saw was a very personal and intimate item of mine that you shouldn't tell anyone about."
"I know what they were. They're anal beads. But what was you doing with them in school?" I tried to sound as casual as I could.
"Yes you are correct. They are in fact called X-10 anal beads and as I said, are a very personal item. But it was a mistake to bring them into school. Please don't tell anyone, I could lose my job!" She pleaded.
"Ok you were right. This was just a plan of mine to get into your knickers," she looked at me in shock, "and I won't tell anyone about your little secret, as long as you do let me in."
"Let you into where?"
"Into your knickers!" I said, trying to be as dominant as I could.
"That's blackmail, Luke!"
"Well it's your choice."
"What will it involve?" She asked curiously.
"I want to use those anal beads on you myself," I replied with a cheeky wink.
"And that's all?"
"Yes."
She thought for a moment.
"Ok then. But we can't do it here. Are you free to come back to my house?"
I nodded. My parents were both working late so wouldn't even notice I was gone, and I could convince my naughty teacher to give me a lift home when we were done. I just couldn't believe how good thing were working out for me.
The short journey to her house teased me as I thought about what was going to happen in the next few minutes.