It was trouble, and I knew it. The Principal of the school where I teach had pulled me into his office one evening after school and berated me about teasing the boys in my class with the low-cut blouses and short skirts I had been wearing. He had manipulated me into agreeing to him to demonstrate with some “hands-on” teaching which had led to me being bent over his desk and spanked with his bamboo cane. This ultimately ended with him teasing me until I begged to have sex with him.
At the end of the “lesson,” he insisted that we would have to have follow-up meetings on a weekly basis. Even though I had enjoyed the Principal’s ministrations to some extent, I didn’t know how all this would end.
As I walked into school early on Friday morning, I stopped to pick up any messages I might have. There was an envelope with my name on it, and I instantly recognized the writing as that of the Principal. My knees went a little wobbly as I suspected what was inside. When I got to my empty classroom, I sat at my desk and opened the envelope. It was indeed a note from the Principal. My hands shook a little as I read it:
Mrs. Jenkins;
It is time for your second lesson on the effects of teasing, and I have devised, I believe, an appropriate plan.
You are to come to my house tomorrow afternoon at4:30pm. You will wear one of the outfits that you have worn to school – short skirt, thigh-high stockings, low-cut bra and button-down blouse.
Do not be late. Remember that your career hangs in the balance.
I stared at the note, my mind racing, wondering what his “lesson plan” could be. I was somewhat in a daze when the first of my students walked into the room. I quickly stuffed the note back into the envelope and into my pocket-book.
When I got home from work, I lied to my husband that I was going to meet with a couple of other teachers in my grade to go over some planning the next day. He didn’t care – he was going to go golfing with some friends in the afternoon anyway. My husband never cares about me anymore. He has lost interest in sex and doesn’t even glance at me when I dress or undress in the bedroom. That thought gave me the impetus to accede to the Principal’s direction.
Guessing something of what was in store for me, early the next afternoon I was very fastidious about getting myself ready. In the shower, I shaved my underarms and even trimmed up the hair around my pussy. I thought about shaving down there too but didn’t want to take the chance that my husband might be curious as to why I did that (although I doubted he’d even notice). I dried and curled my hair, and dressed according to instructions, with a pair of black, high-cut French briefs to match the bra.
I drove up to the Principal’s house, got out of the car and walked up to the door. I knocked tentatively; I was very nervous but excited at the same time.
Mr. Buchanan opened the door. He was dressed nicely in slacks and shirt. He smiled and ushered me through to his kitchen.
“I’m glad to see that you dressed as I asked, Susan,” he told me. “You look very nice, but I want you to undo the top three buttons on your blouse.”
I followed his direction. Looking down, I saw that the tops of my breasts were now clearly visible.
“Now, Susan, I have five guests in my living room, and I want you to serve them all a glass of beer. Here are the glasses and the beer is in the refrigerator. Don’t worry – they are all over 18 and legal.”
I stared at Mr. Buchanan for a few seconds while my mind raced through the information he had just given me. FIVE guests? At our last meeting he had intimated that another teacher might be drawn into the mix, but FIVE? And what did he mean about being legal?
I mentally shrugged and poured out two beers. Walking through to the living room with them I stopped dead in shock. Sitting around the room were five of my male students! A quick mental rundown told me that they were the ones that seemed to stare at me the most in class.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Jenkins!” they announced in unison. One or two of them had broad grins on their faces. I recovered my poise some and greeted them in return.
“Why hello boys!” I continued into the room and placed a beer on the coffee table in front of two of them. As I did so, I felt my blouse open and saw them both stare intently at my exposed cleavage. I lingered a little, giving them a nice eyeful, then stood up and returned to the kitchen.
“What are those boys doing here?” I asked the Principal nervously.
“Why, they are part of your lesson on teasing, Susan,” he replied. “Now serve the rest of the beers and remember, you must do exactly as I say if you want to keep your job!”
I served the other three boys their beers, also giving them long looks at of the tops of my boobs – I couldn’t help it! As they looked down my front, I could feel my nipples tingling as they became hard – I was aroused despite myself. I wondered if my nipples had become visible over the top of my bra. Apparently, the boys were becoming aroused too as I noticed a bulge in several of their pants.
Mr. Buchanan got a beer for himself and joined us in the living room. “Now, Mrs. Jenkins, you have been distracting these boys all year with your teasing outfits. They are young, virile males and you have made their hormones run wild.
“But I’m much older than them,” I protested. “They couldn’t possibly be…… be turned on by an older woman like me with all those young chickies running around,” I protested. The situation was a little tense for me – six men in the room with me.
“You are quite wrong, Susan. You have aroused these boys, and I will prove it to you. Boys – I want you all to drop your pants and underwear and show Mrs. Jenkins what she does to you in class!”
The boys looked around at each other, hesitating. Then one of them – Jimmy – looked at me and said, “Mrs. Jenkins, you are so sexy….you make me hard in class every time I look at you!” With that, he stood up, dropped his pants and underwear and sat back down on the sofa. My eyes were instantly drawn to the hard young cock sticking out in front of him. He moved a hand down and stroked it gently, staring insolently back at me. My pussy became damp as my own hormones took charge of my body.
The other boys followed Jimmy’s lead, and soon I was faced with five hard cocks with their owners looking directly at me. It was nerve-racking and arousing at the same time. My knees felt a little weak as I watched them play with their dicks.
“Well, Susan,” Mr. Buchanan continued. “I guess I have proven my point. The way you dress in class has distracted them all year, causing their grades to deteriorate. I think it is only fair now that they should be compensated for that by seeing what you have been teasing them with. Now Mrs. Jenkins, take off your blouse and bra and reveal to them what they have wanted to see for so long!”
I froze for a few seconds, then looked over at the Principal. He had his bamboo cane in one hand, tapping it in the other impatiently. He gestured with it for me to remove my blouse. I saw no alternative and began to unbutton the rest of my blouse, dropping it to the floor. I looked over to Mr. Buchanan, and he made that same gesture with his cane. I reached behind me and unsnapped my bra. Looking down at the floor, red-faced, I let the bra fall. I was now naked to the waist, my bare breasts exposed to five of my students and the Principal!
I heard one or two gasps from the boys. Sneaking a look I could see that they were all now stroking their hard dicks. The sight of that really turned me on – imagine five eighteen-year-olds getting horny at the sight of my mature body!! Mr. Buchanan walked over to me and lifted each breast in turn with his cane – it was so embarrassing…. and I was a little apprehensive about that cane.
“Very nice! You seem to have caused quite a stir, Susan,” the Principal commented as he prodded my nipples with the cane, making them even harder. “Those poor boys are really heated up now. You must pay your dues now, Susan. Go over to each of them in turn, straddle their laps and allow them to feel your gorgeous, soft tits.” With that, he swatted each of my breasts with the cane. Although the blows were soft, the thin end of the bamboo made a red line on my boobs – it was very visible against the lily-white color of my breast.
The thought occurred to me that the Principal had made his mark, his brand on me.
I reluctantly walked over and knelt on the sofa astride the first boy, Andy. He immediately started to paw on my breasts until Mr. Buchanan admonished him to slow down and enjoy the moment, and to use his mouth on my nipples. I turned my head aside so as not to see his face.