The hellish temperatures prevail as the term kicks off. No one can concentrate on the classes, mainly because of Jordan. His presence offends the prude girls, and the slutty ones can’t take their eyes off him. The only other teacher – who lives in the village – is perplexed, but I’ve asked her to be tolerant. Apparently, the boy hasn’t revealed his treatment to her nor anyone else. That’s an auspicious sign.

My last year’s pets have grown. One of them is acting as if nothing had happened between us, and I let her be. I don’t even plan on lowering her grades as revenge. Contrary to what my rough attitude suggests, I only seek willing playmates.

The second girl, a – pardon the cliché – fiery redhead, seeks my attention at all times. She’s as avid as I am and offers me great enjoyment – mentally and physically. Her pouty mouth knows its way through my body now. She is also aware of her place; a wink is enough to send her on her knees in my office. She must’ve traded skirts with someone, as the one she’s wearing hardly deserves the name. The poor girl continuously forgets and loses her panties, too.

However, as mouthwatering as that little slut is, my sights remain on the odd bird. Jordan may be approaching the end of his teenage years, but he’s still terribly hormonal. I take malicious pleasure in preventing him from showering alone. Of course, as stated, his presence unsettles some other students. However, they, too, are free to leave if it gets unmanageable.

After the first fortnight, I summon the boy into my office.

“Sit,” I say, as he arrives.

His stare is still defiant as he takes a seat. To tease him, I’ve routed out the most low-cut neckline possible. It doesn’t fail to deliver.

“How are you adjusting?” I go on. “Do you still wish to leave?”

“I’ve decided to stay,” the boy grunts. “The classes are interesting, but I’m constantly distracted.”

“How come?”

“Are you serious?”

“If it’s the outfit, you’ll get used to it.”

“It’s part of the issue, but not the only one.”

“Tell me, please.”

Jordan sighs.

“The girls mock me all the time. What’s even worse, is how their legs, breasts and sometimes even butts take my focus off other things. You are a vicious woman.”

“Please, I’m not the one who decided to enrol to this school!” I can’t help but laugh. I glance at his crotch. “Don’t you masturbate?”

“That’s a very personal question.”

I’m about to cross my legs again but choose to spread them instead. Last night, I fell asleep after envisioning his full length inside me.

“I’m only concerned about your well-being. Answer me, please.”

The boy lowers his gaze.

“I do. At least twice a day. But it’s never enough.”

“Some girls have complained. They don’t feel safe while you gawk at them in the shower.”

“As if they kept their eyes to themselves! And let’s not forget who put me in with them.”

“I still have to punish you.”

As Jordan lifts his eyes again, I discern a flick of hope amidst his insolence.

“Why me? Why not the girls.”

“Their turn will come. Once again, everyone’s on the same level.”

Like many of my former claims, this one is a blatant lie. Other students might be forced to do chores, but few are the ones who get the treatment reserved for my pets.

“Go to that bench and lay your hands on it,” I continue. “If you obey, I will overlook the next few complaints. If you don’t, I will send you away. Oh… and remember the word ‘honeypot’, just in case it became unbearable…”

The young man scarcely hesitates. He’s still acting sullen as he springs up and joins the designated spot but is swift to bend over. His skirt raises and reveals his whole bottom. His panties have slid into the crack; he could as well be wearing a thong.

“Good boy,” I mumble. This time, he hears it. “I mean: good girl.”

He snorts. A smile spreads on my face as I grab the small paddle I keep close for these occasions. I stride over to him and run my hand along the ridiculously short hem.

“This really doesn’t cover much, does it?” I say. “How can you accept to wear such an item?”

“I don’t have a choice,” comes the mutinous reply.

“Of course, you have a choice. Yet, you accept these conditions. Why?”

“Because you asked.”

I fling the paddle. Wham. It lands on his right butt cheek. A surprised sputter escapes his throat, but I grab his neck and push him down. He swallows his protests.

“That’s a lie,” I say. “I need the truth.”

“Be-because I wish to study here, and this is the only way.”

Wham. The other cheek, with more intensity.

“The. Truth.”

Jordan bends his knees.

“What do you want me to say?”

Wham. Wham.

“What you don’t want to admit even to yourself.”

His butt cheeks gain an adorable rosy tint. I hurl the pad two more times, but Jordan remains silent. I reach between his legs. His cock betrays him again.

“I dare to hope next time you’ll have an answer,” I say.

“Because there will be a next time?”

“Naturally.”

I authorise him to rise and leave. His facial cheeks are crimson, as well. As he attains the door, he flicks one last glance into my direction. His next visit to my office will be determinant, but he’s clearly willing. I wish I could capitalise this giddy arousal, but I can’t spend all my time with my vibrator.

Another two weeks pass. My devoted pet taunts me both in and out of class. She often flashes her waxed labia under her desk and makes up excuses to be sent into my office. She leaves me notes that ask me to fuck her hard with my fingers and make her drink her own juice.

She must’ve sensed the wind is about to turn. I’m still not indifferent to her charms; I chose her well, after all. The girl knows how to push most of my buttons. She emphasises my title, pouts a great deal and wears the collar I gave her, at all times. I must admit that ever since my former master gave me a taste of dominance, I’ve desired it as much as I crave submission.

Twice, I spy on Jordan while he jerks off. Even if I haven’t installed cameras anywhere, a well-placed hole does the trick. The back and forth motion hypnotises me, and my cunt aches. On one of the occasions, the young man runs his fingers along his hem just as his load spurts out. While he wipes the liquid off the wall, I decide to summon him again.

This time, as the boy enters, he carries himself more upright. The fortnight has brought him a sense of confidence. As the light hits his pale legs, I can see he has shaved them. His beard is gone, too.

“I figured I might as well play the game,” he says as he catches my amused stare.

“Yes, it’s all very well… but I still keep hearing complaints.”

“I can’t keep my eyes off everyone and everything! It’s not humanly possible.”

“Perhaps I should blindfold you. But then again, I love to be seen myself.”

He looks away before lifting his chin and displaying a defiant grin.

“Why would I ever look at you when there are younger and hotter ones around?”

Whether the taunt is intentional or not, it makes my dominant blood boil.

“You insolent thing! To the bench! Right now!”

“How would the academy react if it knew how you treat me?” Jordan asks as he shuffles towards his punishment.

“They have other fish to fry!”

I use leather straps to cuff his hands to the long seat. His protests are weak. He’s begun to accept. Good. Step two it is.

“You won’t be needing these,” I say as I pull down his panties. Their frontside is stained, even if each student has two weeks worth of clean underwear. Either the boy likes them dirty, or he’s been wanking earlier.

“What are you going to do to me?” he asks. His voice is low and tense.

“What I usually do with sluts like you.”

He flinches.

“I’m not a slut! How could I be a slut?”

I lean in closer.

“Oh, but you are. Just admit it already. Everything shall be easier.”

“Are you going to spank me again?” he moans.

“Yes. But before we get to that, I’m going to fill your hole.”

“What?”

“Keep it down, or I’ll gag you.”

As I walk to my desk, I observe him from the corner of my eye. The young man doesn’t budge. Yet, the bonds aren’t very restrictive. He could break free if he wanted to. I open my secret drawer and grab some lubricant and a medium-sized plug. Had he not insulted me just earlier, I would’ve begun with a smaller one.

I cast a longing look at my vibrators. My pussy is overflowing again. Despite my thong, even my thighs are coated in my wetness. If Jordan didn’t need taming, I’d already be riding him. However, I must proceed with patience.

“I’m only trying to help you to unleash your potential,” I say. “That’s what teachers are for, after all.” I don’t wait for his response. “Now, stay still and don’t tense up.”

I pour lubricant on my forefinger and insert it into his butt-hole. He utters a stifled gasp, and his muscles tighten around my joint. I slowly wiggle the digit and dig deeper. The air in the room is thick. The overwhelming heat, once again, is only the secondary cause.

“Good girl,” I mutter. I move my finger back and forth, and gradually, the boy relaxes. I squirt more lubricant and insert another appendage. He’s lucky mine are slender. When my master initiated my butt, I wasn’t as fortunate.

“How do you feel?” I ask. I’m on the verge of sticking the plug into myself, but I must forebear. I have many more to choose from once my turn comes.

“Full,” Jordan grunts.

I laugh. I remove my fingers and prepare the plug. As his hole spreads, he starts to tug at the restraints but calms down as the ball sinks in. Before pulling up his panties, I take ahold of his cock. Stress has diminished its size, but it’s still imposing. I can’t help pumping it a few times. Its tip is almost as wet as my crotch.

“I ask again: how do you feel?” I say as I let go of the dick and cover his butt with his panties. “Get creative but remember that there is a right answer.”

“I feel humiliated,” the young man replies. “Like I’m being used.”

“That’s exactly what you are. But those are actions done to you. I wish to know what your mind feels.”

“I’m… confused. I’m not supposed to like it.”

“So you do like it. Forget the ‘supposed’. No filter required.”

He groans.

“I get what you meant. I feel like a slut.” He gasps as I apply pressure on the plug. “I didn’t know it’d be possible to be this aroused.”

I straighten up and yell a silent thank you at the ceiling. As I glance Jordan again, he’s clammed up. I’ve promised him a spanking; this time, I use my palm to make his butt cheeks blush. After a total of ten strikes, I open the straps and force him to face me. Right now, his interest in my cleavage is the by-product of his shame.

“You are to keep the toy inside you at all times, except when you have to go to the toilet,” I say. “If I inspect you and catch you without it, I will send you home.”

“When can I get rid of it?”

“When you decide to come to me again. But you have to wait at least one whole day. Those are the rules.”

The boy clearly feels the plug as he zigzags towards the door. He tugs at his skirt one last time before disappearing. His scent lingers in the room as I wipe my hand and prepare for my solitary pleasure. I spread my natural lube over my own butt-hole and take out my double dildo. I’ve yet to show that boy the true meaning of “full”. Of course, he can’t have quite the same experience.

I join the bench and crouch over my bulky toy. Its both ends sink in like knives into butter. Under the high temperature and all the stimuli, I’m just as malleable. My legs tremble as I fuck the dildo while reminiscing about Jordan’s cum on the wall. Someday soon, it’ll rain inside me.