Revenge on my teacher

I walked inconspicuously along the corridors. No-one was noticing me; I was wearing the same uniform as everyone else. Nobody recognised me as not being one of them; the students were too busy catching up with their mates. Telling each other the exciting things they had got up to over the weekend. The teachers were also too busy telling kids off for running or for not having their shirt tucked in. They didn’t notice me because I made sure my appearance was unnoticeable, so they had no reason to pick up on my clothing. None of them realised I didn’t go to that school. No-one realised that I had no place being there.

I should probably tell you a bit about myself. My name is Luke, I am nineteen years old and I have just left the other secondary school on the other side of town. This allowed me to blend in so easily, because I looked like someone of school age. But I was not here to study, I was here for revenge. I was there to ruin the person’s life, who had ruined mine; Miss Moore.

Before I continue, I should probably tell you how Miss Moore ruined my life. She had left university and completed her teacher training and started teaching at my school. She had started just in time for me to start my A-levels. The problem was Miss Moore was useless. She was the worst teacher ever and I think part of her knew it. She had taught us for two years and realised that she would be in trouble once the exam results came out and quickly transferred across the city to this school, a school whose academic achievement wasn’t quite so high. And sure enough when the exam results came in her class results was markedly lower than the rest of the teachers, and to make it worst she had totally screwed me over. To get into university I needed two ‘A’s and a ‘B’. I comfortably got the two ‘A’s in my other two subjects and thought a ‘B’ would be easy. However Miss Moore’s teaching was so abysmal that I didn’t know anything for the exam and failed. This had ruined my chances of getting to a good university and making a better life for myself. Instead I was stuck in this shithole town wondering what to do next. So I was determined to make her pay.

Anyway the time was ten to 9 and everyone was going to registration. Me I was making my way to the English corridor. I then dived into the toilets at the end of the corridor to make my preparations and to make sure I had everything I needed. I sat there, and waited for the bell to go to signal the first lesson. I heard the rumble of hundreds of feet moving around above and around the toilet cubicle I was sat in. I heard a few people come in to the toilet, taking a quick leak before lessons started. Five minutes later, all was quiet. I sat on that toilet seat, mentally preparing myself for what I was about to do. I waited another five minutes and then got up. The lessons had started ten minutes ago, that gave everybody enough time to get into their
lessons.

I made my way along the corridor; I looked in all three classrooms as I walked past to make sure there was no one in them. They were deserted as I knew they would be. I had spent weeks learning Miss Moore’s timetable, where she’d be, working out the perfect moment to carry out my plan. Miss Moore’s classroom was the fourth and final classroom of the corridor. I took up position outside the door and took a glance through the window. There were her five A-level students working hard clearly writing some sort of essay or something. I looked again, this time at the teacher’s desk and there was my nemesis. Sitting at her computer; she was working hard as usual; shopping on eBay whilst her students worked hard over an essay that she would probably just glance at.

Miss Moore was looking hot though. For although I hated her, she was an extremely attractive woman. Late twenties, she loved to go on about the modelling career she could have had if she had been a bit taller. She was only 5 foot 3, however she had long blonde hair that she had tied back today into a tight pony tail. She had sparkly blue eyes and gorgeous red lips that just enticed you to kiss them. Something, that rumours had it, she had been very willing to allow half of the male staff to do at my school. She was thin; she had boobs that were not huge but large enough that they fitted her small frame perfectly. Her legs were perfect too, strong, straight and smooth and she loved to show them off by wearing skirts that were way too short for a school, but none of the male staff or students seemed to mind. Today was no exception. Miss Moore was wearing a tight red suit which didn’t even go half way to her knees, and hugged her hips so tightly and showed off her best feature of all, her arse. It was firm and round and the tight clothes she wore just accentuated this and drew your eyes to it. She was stunningly beautiful and that was the other thing that
made this plan so wonderful.

I drew back and caught my breath until I was ready to move in. I looked at my watch I had an hour and a half until the double period would finish. Plenty of time. I pulled on my balaclava, I wasn’t going to prison for this, if I could help it. It probably looked totally ridiculous next to the school uniform but I wanted them to continue to think I was a student. That would again increase my chance of not getting caught. I placed my right hand into my inner blazer pocket and turned the door handle with my left hand.

Everybody looked up as I entered the room. They all stared in shock as I entered the room. I closed the door and pulled the gun out of my inside pocket. There was a gasp of terror from everybody in the room.

“Nobody scream or make a noise! If any of you do anything unless I tell you to; I’ll start shooting”
Miss Moore stood up; she was clearly trying to be the adult and strong for her students. “Look I don’t know who you are; but please just don’t hurt anyone, they’re just schoolchildren.”

“Shut up and sit down!” I hissed. She obeyed instantly. I walked over towards her; there was terror in her eyes. I pointed the gun directly between her eyes. “If you say one more word, without me telling you to; I swear to God I will shoot you in the head, but only after you have watched me blow off each of these five lovely young men and women’s’ heads off. Do you understand?”

Her lip was quivering, her whole body was trembling. “I said do you understand.” She nodded her head vigorously, her eyes glued to the gun inches from her face.

“Now that is sorted, kids I want you to move all of the desks and chairs to the edge of the room. But leave the wall with the windows clear. Now I promise that if you do exactly as I say. The five of you will come to no harm and will walk out of this room alive. If one of you does anything stupid, then I will shoot you all. I don’t want to hurt any of you.”

“You stay there!” I said pointing at Miss Moore, who had clearly registered that I had only promised not to harm the five kids.

I walked towards the door and locked it and pulled the blinds over the door’s window. I then pulled a table in front of the door just in case. The kids finished moving the tables and chairs to the edge, they were clearly sensible, they knew their best hope was to obey. They stood tensely around the room looking at me waiting for their next instruction.

“You” I said pointing at one of the two girls, who almost jumped when I addressed her. “What’s your name?”

“C…C…Chl…Chloe” she stammered.

“OK, Chloe can you go and pull the curtains shut please, and no funny business.” Chloe rushed to do it almost falling over her feet in her haste to obey. “The rest of you I want you to line up five chairs in the middle of the room.”

“But we’ve just moved them to the edge of the room” One of the boys said. He was a big lad and looked like he could be a member of the rugby team.

“What’s your name mate?”

“It’s Bruce.”

“Well Bruce,” I said raising the gun and pointing it towards him. “I told you to do as I say, when I say it, like Chloe over there,” who had finished closing the curtains. “Come back away from the window sweetie.” Chloe did. “Now I suggest you start doing the same.”

“You think, you’re so hard with that gun of yours, I’d kick your arse if you didn’t have it.”

“Yeah but I do have it. And you are really starting to annoy me, so I may have to shoot it, in order to prove to the rest of your mates that I mean business.”

“No” came a squeal from over on my left hand side. I looked and saw the other girl run over to block my shot. I reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me. I gripped her close to my body and placed my gun to her head.

“Holly,” Bruce shouted.

“Holly. That’s a pretty name, maybe I should shoot her instead.” I said, placing the gun on her temple; Bruce looked scared now. “A little advice Holly, tell your boyfriend to shut up. And when you realise what a dumb shit he is and dump him; pick a boyfriend who is slightly cleverer next time.”

“Bruce, shut up mate,” one of the other two lads said and him and the third boy arranged five chairs in a line as I’d asked. Bruce had clearly been suppressed by the clear and obvious threat to his girlfriend’s life. I could feel her soft petite young body trembling next to mine. “Right sit down you four!” They sat; Bruce sat next to the boy who had spoken. They were clearly good mates, the second lad although not as big as Bruce, was also pretty big and also looked like a member of the rugby team. The third boy was no other way to describe him, a nerd. He was weedy with stick thin arms and large glasses; he took the chair on the other end to the two rugby lads. Chloe sat next to him leaving a space in the middle free which would be Holly’s seat.

“Sorry about that Holly” I then kissed her cheek and let her go. Bruce looked angered that I had kissed his girl. But now knew better than to protest. Holly ran off and took her seat and immediately grasped her boyfriend’s hand.

I then picked up my bag which I had dropped as I entered the room and walked over to the teacher’s desk. Miss Moore hadn’t moved; she had just watched the whole exchange silently. I pointed the gun back at her.
“Please stop this,” she begged. Before she could react my left hand had flown out and slapped her hard across the face. Her face rocked sideways and her hands flew to the side of her face. There was a gasp from
all of her students.

“Shut up bitch.” I then grabbed hold of her ponytail and yanked her to her feet. Tears were welling up in her eyes and a lovely red mark had appeared on her cheek. I pulled hard on her ponytail and she squealed in pain. She was trying to prise my hands off her head so that I didn’t pull out all of her hairs, but I held firm. “Put your hands in the bag and pull out a plastic bag. She did. “In the bag there should be fifteen pairs of hand cuffs. I want you to take five and handcuff each of your students’ hands behind their backs and then take the other ten and cuff each of their legs to a leg of a chair. I sat down in the chair and watched her make her way round her students doing as I instructed. Every time she bent down her dress would ride up her legs and grip her arse tight, showing off her fine figure. Once she had finished I examined her work. She had secured all of the cuffs although I went round making sure they were tight enough and no-one would be slipping out of them. I gave Bruce’s a particularly hard squeeze so that they were digging into his wrists and ankles. I saw him wince as I did this. This brought a smile to my face.

“Does that hurt?” I asked. “Maybe you should have thought of that before you started being such an arse.” I then punched him hard in the stomach and he gasped and doubled over as much as he could with his hands cuffed behind his back.

I then went to my bag and pulled out five wads of cloth and a roll of black duct tape. I gently pushed the pieces of cloth into the students’ mouths and taped over them. Before I could put the cloth into her mouth; Chloe asked,

“Why are you doing this?”

“To teach that bitch a lesson!” I said, looking up at my sexy former teacher who had backed up against the back wall of the classroom and was looking terrified. I finished gagging the students and then stepped away from them into the centre of the room.

“Now for the main event! Come over here Miss Moore!” I said beckoning her with the gun. Except for the clothes, she looked just like a naughty schoolgirl who had been called to the headmasters study after doing something bad. This thought turned me on no end and the erection that had been building threatened to snap the zip on my trousers. She had her head bowed and her hands behind her back. She was shuffling her feet slowly across the floor trying to prolong the time before she was punished. When she was close enough I reached out and grabbed her and pulled her tight to me. She was so close to me that she could feel my erect cock pressing into her butt cheeks through my trousers. She wriggled trying to move away from the pressing digit, so I pulled her closer still and whispered in her ear. “Don’t move!”

“Who are you and what do you want?” She asked

“Who am I?” I replied, “well I’m not really going to tell you that am I. In fact it shows how much of a shit teacher you are that you don’t know who I am. No connection with your students. And what I want. Well that’s for me to know and you to find out.”

These comments just scared her even more, although to be fair a gun pressing against your temple is usually enough to scare the shit out of most people.

I then started to move the gun over her body teasing her with it; I brushed her blonde hair back, exposing her gorgeous neck. I bent my head down and kissed it, I felt her body tense at my lip’s touch. However I had more exciting parts of her body to explore than her neck. I slowly ran the tip of the gun down her shoulder and down her arm that was pinned to her side. I teased her slender arms for a while; then moved to her breasts. I circled the mounds gently brushing her boobs with the muzzle.