The Teacher’s Submission

// I did not write this. I am reproducing it exactly as I found it. All
// credit for this story is due to the original author, apparently TOD.


The Teacher’s Submission
by TOD


Chapter 1


Let me take a brief moment to introduce myself….. and tell you
of my shame. My name is Mrs. Barbara Jones. I am 35 years old;
married to a rather submissive man named Jim and teach Jr. High
math. I also serve as the department head. I do not have what is
considered a knock out body but I can turn a man’s head when I dress
to please. I weigh 119 pounds; my measurements are 34B-23-34;
spread over five feet six inches. I have light brown hair and I
wear it in a semi- page boy type hairdo which nearly reaches the
nape of my neck. My best assets are two long legs which I like to
show; and a tight muscled ass; and I enjoy teasing the weaker
sex…. or so I thought.


Jim and I were married after college. I started teaching Jr.
High math and Jim started with a Big Six accounting firm. The
School in which I started was in a changing neighborhood. When I
started it was a lower middle class white neighborhood; it is now
about 20% Black and the neighborhood is much rougher.


I am not certain how to explain how my seduction occurred. I
have always been a rather meek teacher. Because of my timid
disposition many of the male students saw this as an opportunity to
take advantage of me. While I was never subjected to any physical
abuse there was more than one occasion where they ignored my
commands; and mocked my attempts at bringing order to a chaotic
classroom.


And then………… It was a bright fall day. My husband Jim,
who I am sure loves me, started having more and more instances of
premature ejaculation. Week after week and then month after month I
was left behind. Jim, with his woefully inadequate little manhood
tried to satisfy me but failed…. and failed and failed. I was
becoming extremely frustrated and the sexual tension in my tight
body was reaching the breaking point. After another failed
lovemaking session with my husband the night before I dressed to
feel like a sexy woman under my usual drab outerwear. It was
totally out of character for me. I carefully smoothed the sheer
beige covered nylons before attaching them to the garter clasps.
Pulling on a pair of white lace panties I looked at my still firm
and desirable figure in the full length mirror. My useless husband
had already departed and I stared at my still desirable body. Yes,
I thought, today I was going to tease one of the bored and lifeless
teachers at my school unmercifully.


Although my breasts are small they are tight and firm. A rock
hard nipple adorns each of the mouth size perfect breasts. Although
probably not needed I slipped on a matching white lace half bra. I
then searched my closet and picked out a dark blue skirt that ended
just above my knees. A lacy white (too tight) blouse completed the
ensemble. I pulled on the blue blazer as I stepped into my usual
heelless drab shoes. “This day was going to be special,” I thought
as I headed for the door. Little did I know how special.


Although sexually tense from the pathetic performance of my
underendowed husband the night before, the first three periods had
flown by. As the fourth period started the assistant high school
principal appeared at the door with an arrogant looking black
student. The fourteen year old student looked like he belonged in
high school; not the eighth grade. As he stood in the door way he
had a sneer on his young mouth and his eyes traveled up and down my
body. I visibly squirmed at his insolent stare. My legs felt weak
as I approached the two waiting males.


“Mrs. Jones, this is Jerome Washington. He has transferred from
his previous school and is being placed in our care. Although he
has extremely high test scores in both math and science he has a
total disrespect for his teachers. Do not put up with any back
talk from this young man….” came the stern order.


Taking my cue from the assistant principal I briefly turned to
the new student and pointed to a seat in the first row. “Sit in the
front row. I do not expect any trouble from you,” I sternly
ordered. Although I used my harshest tone I am sure that he heard
my voice quiver. As the last words left my red coated lips I felt
the stern glare from his brooding eyes as they burned deep into my
brain.


The assistant principal turned and disappeared in the well
lighted hall. As I turned I felt my already wobbly legs turn to
rubber. I made it to my desk and sat on the edge. Avoiding
Jerome’s eyes I continued my lecture on multiple equations. Although
this was my worst class it was not for the most part disruptive. As
I struggled my eyes finally found there way to the front seat of the
first row. Jerome was slouched in his seat and was rubbing the
front of his tight jeans…………… rubbing an obvious oversize
bulge. My train of thought was lost…. and my mouth agape. I
struggled to regain my composure but could see that all the students
were delighted at my indecision.


Mercifully the bell rang and a low roar erupted from the
classroom. Most of the students were headed towards the door when I
yelled out their homework assignments for the following Monday. As
the last student casually walked out of the classroom I turned and
nearly walked into the arrogant new black student. My emerald eyes
and his dark eyes met and I quickly dropped my gaze to the floor.
With an indifferent attitude he brushed against my tense body and
shuffled to the door. When he reached the door he pulled it shut
and ………… twisted the inside lock. The metallic mechanism
slammed shut and seemed to echo throughout the room.


When he turned his face was covered with a scornful scowl. “I
didn’t want us to be interrupted. It will take us a few moments for
you to understand what I expect of you.”


I am sure that he could see me start to tremble. I looked
towards the door but knew that I had no hope of reaching it as he
was standing directly in the way.


I slowly backed up until I was against the window seal. He
slowly walked towards me. He was only fourteen; but he was taller
than me. My eyes inventoried the hard body as he approached. His
steps seemed as they were in slow motion. At long last he was
standing directly in front of me; his hard brown eyes burning into
me. He casually reached out and his callused hand caressed my
cheek. I grabbed his large hand with my petite hand but he
continued to gently rub my cheek. His index finger touched my lips
and rubbed my bright red lip gloss into his finger. My eyes locked
onto my tormentor’s……. he could sense my fear and apprehension.


His finger became insistent; he wanted to insert the substitute
cock into my mouth. Staring into his forbidding eyes I tried to
shake my head. The sneer reappeared and as a tear dripped on my
cheek the finger was inserted into my warm oral chamber. “Suck my
finger….It will not stretch your mouth,” Jerome ordered.


My tongue found the ridges of his finger and as I looked into
his face I could see his mocking smirk. He had won; and won rather
easily the first test of strength. I felt my nipples tingle and
then harden. My feminine dew was coating my lace panties. As I
sucked on his finger he ridiculed me more, “You suck good teach. I
be giving you something else to suck on if you’re a good little
bitch”.


I cowered against the hard window seal. I was totally
frightened…………but my panties were becoming soaked.


I’m sure he heard me whimper as I felt his left hand drop to my
chest. His fingers searched for my nipple. When he found the
nipple he increased the pressure between his thumb and forefinger.
My nipple hardened and the pressure increased. He wanted me to feel
the pain…He wanted me to acknowledge his domination. Another set
of tears ran from my eyes. Here I was; a thirty five year old
teacher; shoved against the wall with a fourteen year old black
student savagely twisting my right nipple while forcing me to suck
his right index finger.


The smirk widened as he spoke, “Unbutton your blouse you little
slut”.


I tried to shake my head no but with his finger in my mouth I
couldn’t shake my head.


The fingers tightened around my blood engorged nipple. My eyes
continued to tear.


“No, Please…….” I managed to mutter.


“Unbutton the blouse bitch……” came the quick reply.


The fear and dread were consuming me. I prayed for someone to
come to the door…. but even if they did they would think that I
had merely gone to the cafeteria.


My rock hard nipple was being cruelly twisted between Jerome’s
hard fingers. My eyes begged him to stop the torment but his
fingers continued to tighten around my savaged nipple. His finger
dueled with my tongue and his eyes……………..mocked me for my
weakness.


“I guess that you will have to be punished for disobeying me.
You will come to learn that when I give you an order your only
response is complete and instant submission,” he calmly stated.


He dislodged his finger and grabbed me by the nape of my neck
and pushed down so that I was bent at the waist. He then walked me
the few steps over the edge of my desk.


I could only manage a weak, “Please…” before he brushed the
books and paper onto the floor and pushed me face down on the hard
surface. The edge of the desk caught me about waist high.


Jerome then walked to the chalkboard in back of the desk. I
should have tried to run for the door but I was petrified with fear.
The tears were still running down my face and falling on the hard
desktop. I avoided looking at the black youth as he walked back
around the desk. He was directly behind me and I was noticeably
trembling with dread.


“I expect you to obey me. You have displeased me. Do you have
anything you wish to say ?” he questioned.


Although, on hindsight, I am sure I should have taken control of
the rapidly deteriorating situation. I was a thirty five year old
teacher that allowed a fourteen year old black youth to fondle me;
insert his vile finger into my mouth and drape me over my own desk
as if I was an old worn out coat.


Unfortunately…….. the facts were that I was trembling in
total submission. I was never a strong person……I was always
afraid…. of my father; of my husband…. of the Principal…. and
now……Totally Terrified of a fourteen year old muscular black
boy.


So…..when he asked if I had anything to say I meekly sobbed,
“I’m sorry..”


His cutting laugh tore throughout my soul. He was mocking me.
His laughter was ridiculing me.


“Lift the hem of your skirt. It’s time for your spanking, ” he
brusquely ordered.


“No… My God NO!” I nearly screamed.


The first stroke from the hard yardstick burned through my dark
blue skirt to my tender asscheeks. The second stroke concentrated
on only the left cheek. The next several landed at random and set
my ass on fire. What had previously been only a few isolated tears
became a torrent. I gripped the edge of the desk with my hands
knowing out of instinct to not protect my now reddened and painful
ass.


Mercifully the spanking stopped. I waited several minutes as I
heard his heavy breathing behind me.


“Lift the hem of your skirt Teach. I am not through with you
yet. I suggest you do not make me angry or you will regret it…”
came the follow up command.


I tried to conceive the words that would allow me to escape this
terrible nightmare.


No words formed and I felt my hands leave the side of the desk
and make their torturous journey to the hem of my blue skirt.
Sobbing I grasped the bottom hem and slowly pulled the skirt up and
over my bruised and burning behind. Only at this instance had I
remembered that my burning ass was covered by the white lace panties
I had put on only a few short hours ago. My humiliation grew
deeper. Maybe it was good that I was face down on the desk. At
least Jerome Washington could not see my blushing crimson face.


It took my tormentor several minutes…. I am sure he was merely
taking in what must have been a delightful vision. My reddened
asscheeks covered by my white lace panties with my firm upper thighs
stretched across the desk; all at High Noon at Madison Jr. High
School.


His first touch was a gentle caress as his fingertips slowly
slid across the tight panties. My cheeks were burning but the cool
touch soothed the tender skin. The fingers slowly…so slowly
dropped. I nearly fainted when Jerome’s index finger outlined the
legs of my panties. At first it was only the tip that snuck under
the edge. He removed the exploring finger and I felt the heat
return to my face.


“Spread yourself for me Mrs. Jones…”


Still sobbing I timidly muttered, “Please no..Please have
mercy…”


“You best not disobey me twice in one day Barbara……,” came
the quiet threat. “May I call you Barbara,” he continued to mock.


The last question was almost comical. Here I was, a thirty five
year old teacher, freshly spanked, holding her skirt to her waist,
with her fourteen year old student stroking her tender asscheeks.


“If you leave now I won’t report anything that has happened,” I
softly pleaded.


“I can see that you need more Discipline.