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 Black Listed Teacher 4 Before dismissing her from his office Monday evening
Carnes instructed her on what was in store on the day she needed to sign
the confession memorandum and that it would be done at her townhome over in
Webster,

   Carol began to immediately fret that Carnes would want access to her at
a time and place that would conflict with her visiting Ben and Josh. 
Luckily, the first date would be at her place at 6 pm sharp the next day.

   Carnes had informed her of his expectations.  "I'm ordering you to wear
what I will term the "Shame Dress".  "You may make it yourself or buy one.
But it needs to be tight, revealing and with a hem that is 5 inches above
the natural top of your knees." He said gruffly.  After arriving home and
having her bath, Carol immediately phoned her department head at the middle
school.  She had lots to do in order to get ready for Carnes' visit the
next evening, so she feigned a stomach virus and called in sick.

   She got seen by her physician and got started on oral contraceptives. 
Something she'd had no need of for at least two years.  After returning
from the doctor.  She searched her closet for votive candles she intended
to set and light to soften the mood while she entertained Tom Carnes.

   It was while rummaging in the closet she found a garment she thought
would make a suitable Shame Dress.  She was thankful to be so lucky, as it
was now 3:15 and there was certainly no time to go shop or to alter a dress
to meet the man's instructions.

   The shame dress lived up to its name.  It was a much laundered blue
gingham shepherdess dress she had last worn in Community Theater ten years
ago.  The shame of it was the minute flirty skirt only covered a half of
Carol's opulent 30 year old bottom, the under curves of which were on
constant illicit display as they churned silkily together when she walked.

   When the doorbell rang at 6:10.  "Just a minute!" she shouted, trying
not to sound eager or angry.  The doorbell rang again, and she shouted
loudly that she'd be right there.  Despite her hurry, she paused a few
seconds in front of her bedroom mirror to admire her large, but shapely
tits and her slender waistline.

   Carol opened the door and was surprised to Carnes casual dress in a
black jogging suit carrying a gym bag as if he'd just left a fitness center
though he didn't appear to be sweaty or haggard.  The gruff administrator
entered without speaking or even acknowledging that he'd notice the woman
in her own home.

   Very business-like he sat the bag on her coffee table, then instructed
her to get a ball point pen.

   She flushed with embarrassment and immediately looked away.  She
couldn't believe she was feeling this way, didn't want to feel this way,
but she didn't know how to make herself feel any different.  Her
imagination was running out of control as she went to her kitchen area for
a pen.  As she worked her naked thighs together under her obscenely short
gingham dress, itchiness and heat pulsed through her pussy.

   After returning with a pen she sat down in the single chair of her
living room set and carefully read the damning memo about her conduct and
how she agreed to a regimen of punishment and remedial work and considered
herself to be on probation at Clear Lake Community College District.

   Carnes eyed her evenly.  Surveying the "Shame Dress" she wore and
feeling his dick start to grow turgid in his athletic trousers.

   She signed the document and shoved it toward where he stood across the
low coffee table.  "I made supper.  We can eat if you like." She said
finally, getting up and moving into the kitchen.

   As she prepared their plates, she imagined his di ck sliding between her
pussylips, searing her moistening fuckmeat.  She could not believe the
transformation she was under.  She'd seen maybe seven cocks in her entire
life, all on mature grown men.  Three of those in just the last few days
had really affected her.  Carol was steaming under her dress, as the heat
that rose up from her cunt infused her body.  As her pussylips swelled,
they felt as if they'd been glued together with molten wax.  Her tits felt
swollen too, her nipples on fire.

   The sexy woman knew she was going to be punished but she didn't know how
or when.  Was it before or after he ravished her sexually.  The
anticipation had her almost babbling.

   They ate in silence.  When she moved near him to clear the dishes, the
man groped between her legs, testing the swollen sponginess of her dark
pussy mound packed into mauve colored panties.  He slipped a finger between
the throbbing cunt slabs and rubbed it up and down in her slickness and
heat.  She watched in awe as the man sniffed his fingers and tasted the wet
juice on them.  She spread her legs wider, giving him more access at her
partially open cunt hole.  Suddenly he spoke.  "Remove your panties and go
kneel on the couch facing the wall with your back toward me." "Hurry, do it
now."

   The woman trod carefully on her three inch heel wooden sandals.  She
didn't know what to expect so she simply complied.

   Carnes took his time and methodically positioned her and restrained,
using several items which he withdrew from his gym bag.  Because of the
tightness of her Shame dress, she wore no bra underneath.  So simple
unbuttoning of the dress placed her turgid nipples in view.  To the ripe
pink pellets, he attached black and red nipple clamps.

   With a relative cheap pair of handcuffs from theatrical costume store,
Carol's hands were cuffed behind her back and skirt portion of the dress
was pulled over the hills of her magnificent butt.  The lovely curvy cheeks
of her ass literally claimed the sofa and looked oh so vulnerable.

   Carol was thoroughly embarrassed and on display from the rear.  The rich
dark haired seam of her pussy was wet and streaky with filmy white juice as
he stood directly behind her holding a leather strap and small rattan cane.

   "Carol you are getting 8 strokes and must not move until I tell you
too." He said gruffly, not giving her time to respond before he drove the
cane home for the first painful cut.  The woman gasped, but that was all.

   Carol assumed correctly he preferred she suffer in silence as the
punishment proceeded.  At the third stroke with the can, the teacher moaned
out a lengthy "Oooouw!" Her head snapping back, her body swayed erotically.

   Carnes immediately switched to the strap and laid in with a "Thwack". 
Bouncing the juddery fat with the impact and leaving a slight weal. 
Carol's heart began to beat in her chest.  This was just like being home as
a 16 year old girl.

   "Thwack, Thwack!" when the last two were given, Carol arched her ass
like a lazy cat but her face was riven with pain.

   Carnes shimmied from his track suit.  His stiff dick pulsed inside the
thin nylon layer of a dark blue jock strap as he stepped up onto the sofa
and leaned toward Carol's face.  "Suck!" the man moaned.  Teasingly, Carol
kissed his cock.  Then she moved down to take his balls into her mouth one
at a time, sucking them, tonguing them.  His cock pulsed wildly, flopping
over her face, leaking steadily as she licked back up it, then devoured it.
"Awww, yeahhhh!" The man rolled his eyes and curled his toes as Carol's wet
lips slid down around the shaft of his cock.  His cockhead rubbed her
tonsils as the foreskin slid back off the head, greasing them with dick
lube.  Every inch of his cock was buried in her face.  She sucked, licked,
bobbed her head.  Carnes stared at her lovely face and felt tingles in his
nuts, felt tingles running through the core of his dick.

   After five or six minutes of her steady sucking his dick, he groaned as
if drugged.  "I wanna eat you!" he said.  The man lifted his dick from her
wet maw.  The hard dick pulsed and trailed saliva and pre cum on her face.
Some even attached to her shiny brown hair.

   He knelt behind and began to devour her succulent cunt as she rubbed her
pussy in his mouth.  He growled like a hungry dog, licking, sucking,
nuzzling.  The manager spread her pussylips, lapping deeply between them.
He sucked on the sensitive flesh between her asshole and cunt.  He spread
her welted asscheeks and slurped at the tasty cleft between them.  Her
asshole pulsated, and he kissed it.  He rammed his tongue up her asshole,
licking her out.  When the man wiggled his tongue up her sizzling cunt
hole, thrills shot through her loins.  Her entire body prickled with
excitement and desire.  Carol thought for a moment with thrills like this
she could fuck three or four guys at once.

   Carol's fuck-holes opened and closed, clutching, contracting, and oozing
juices.  The lust-mad domineering man licked and gnawed, tonguefucked and
sucked, growled and nuzzled.  His face was drenched with her juices.  Her
cunt hairs stuck to his cheeks, got caught between his teeth.  He
alternately attacked her asshole and cunt, sucking as much female-sap out
of her as he could, gnawing all the writhing female fuck-meat.

   Tom Carnes thought to himself she was the perfect female submissive
slut. Attractive, smart, clean and willing to endure for his pleasure and
her's.  He began to think ahead to organizing lusty punishment dates with
Carol where she would be made to perform for his voyeuristic pleasure in
front of other males.

   Carnes got up behind her on his knees, slapped her ass cruelly, then he
guided his rigid cock between the swollen slabs of her pussy and worked it
up her cunt.  "Yeahhhh!" Carol rubbed her ass against his smooth belly,
wiggled her cunt on his dick.  "This feels better than the other way," the
man said, humping at her ass, fucking his cock in and out.  "It feels
really hot to have your rear end pressed to my stomach.  Mnn, yeahhhh!" The
fuck lust coursed through both their bodies as he held her handcuffed wrist
in his right hand.  Carnes bore down, grinding his cock in and out,
smacking his hard belly against her ass and making them both gasp.  Carol
squealed as the hot cock pistoned between her cuntlips, as it fucked deep
in her pussy hole.  She arched her back and turned up her ass, giving him a
good view of her beautiful bruised asscheeks and wet asshole.

   He gripped her hips, humping wildly, watching his cock plunge in her
pussy.  His tongue dangled, dripping saliva.  "Man, I'm gonna come quick!"
Carol's loins tingled with fuck-tension and exploded inside.  She wailed as
the spasms racked her body.  "Cream me!" she growled.  "I wanna feel it! 
Oh yessss, oh fuck!" The man writhed against her back, biting her neck
fiercely as he pumped his jizz up her cunt.  He moaned and mumbled, jerked
and spurted, his eyes rolling, his toes clawing at the sofa cushions.

   She could feel the spurts of hot jism splashing in her pussy.  She could
feel the man's cock flexing and quivering inside her.  "Oh Mr.  Carnes, you
make me feel so good!" she crooned.  She kept squirming under him until
she'd milked every drop of cum from his cock.  Then she collapsed forward
on the sofa back.

   Suddenly the "Whrrrrrr, Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr." Sound of her telephone pager
vibrated in a glass dish on her coffee table.

   Carnes flopped from her back and eased to a sitting position on the
sofa. Taking his cuff key from his gym bag he freed her hands so she could
handle the intrusive pager.

   Carol self-esteem sunk further when she saw the pager number was a call
from Josh.

   She slunk away into the kitchen to her phone to call.  The young men
wanted to see her after their adult class the next day.  "Hey Carol baby."
Josh said in his fluid voice as he explained that they would attend class,
but wanted to have an hour with her after class.  The woman shivered
through her body simply at the thought of the two young men.