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 The Principal's Wife

   By Lorenzo Marks

   Mf, nc, humil, exhib, bd



   Chapter One

   For the first time in the three years that she had been teaching at
Winston-Radcliffe High, Mrs.  Caroline Lambert found herself physically
incapable of opening the door to her home classroom.  She still couldn't
believe the absurd situation she had managed to get herself into, although
given the added risks she had been running recently, it was hardly
surprising that she had finally been found out.

   Lord knew, she had tried to find a remedy - psychiatry, drugs, even
hypnotherapy - but nothing had worked.  For most of her life, she had been
a slave to this horrible compulsive disorder, and it had only been by the
grace of God that she had managed to avoid exposure all this time - until
now, that is.

   She was still unsure of how that hateful little man Mike Kettle, the gym
teacher, had managed to catch her stealing from the teachers' locker room
on film, but the e-mail he had sent her was as damning as it was
terrifying. Her initial reaction had been to sit it out and deny any
wrongdoing, but closer inspection of the images clearly showed the items in
question being removed from a fellow teacher's locker.  Stupid,
insignificant things that Caroline had absolutely no need for - cosmetics,
a book, a fold-up umbrella, pocket change.  It had been Caroline's second
excursion into the staff locker room - she had previously kept her
compulsion outside of the workplace - and although there had been no formal
complaints, her first victim must have mentioned something, which might
explain why Kettle had put the hidden camera there.

   What had unsettled her as much as the shocking and unexpected e-mail,
was his puzzling and troubling proposal.  He had suggested a face to face
meeting if she wanted to keep her crime a secret - unfortunately that was a
no-brainer, given her high station in the local community - and when they
had met up at an out-of-town cafe, he had been quite blunt in presenting
his plan.  After allowing Caroline to squirm and plead for a few minutes,
he had agreed that their little secret would remain just between them, with
one caveat - she was to report to her home room every Saturday afternoon
for `detention'.

   He hadn't even given her time to think about it!  A simple yes or no on
the spot, and if her answer was the latter, then the photographs would be
sent to her husband - who just happened to be the school's principal!  The
resulting scandal would have been unthinkable.  Caroline was a highly
respected member of the community.  She organized several church
fund-raising events each year, she was a committee member on the local
women's society, and had even been the recipient of an award from City Hall
for her charity work for the homeless.  Not to mention the fact that her
husband's social circle included judges, priests, wealthy captains of
industry, and local politicians.  No, for Mrs.  Caroline Lambert, mother,
educator, and all round pillar of society to be shamed publicly as a common
thief was simply not an option!

   So as much as it galled her to have to give in to the common little
man's demands, here she was on a quiet Saturday afternoon in the deserted
school, reporting for detention, as Mike Kettle had disconcertingly put it.

   She wasn't sure if she was supposed to knock - the idea struck her as
ridiculous - so instead, she placed her ear against the door.  She couldn't
hear anything, and peering through the frosted glass panel, it was
impossible to tell if anybody was inside.  For a moment, her heart-rate
slowed at the possibility that he had just been toying with her.  She
checked her Bulgari wristwatch - an expensive anniversary present - and saw
that it was actually three minutes past the arranged meeting time.

   It was possible of course, that Kettle was sitting quietly inside, and
mindful of the catastrophic fallout should he follow through with his
threat, Caroline took a deep breath and turned the door handle.  Cautiously
putting her head around the half-open door, she scanned the empty
classroom. Her desk on the far right in front of the blackboard and
national flag, was empty, as were the rows of desks facing it.

   With a sigh of relief, Caroline was just about to close the door and
leave, when Kettle popped out from behind the door.  "Hi, there!  I'm glad
you finally worked up the courage to come in!"

   "Oh!" Caroline started, putting a hand up to her chest.

   "Did I surprise you?" Kettle grinned.  "Well you'd better get used to
that.  Come on inside and lock the door behind you."

   For safety reasons, the classroom door could not be locked from the
outside, but there was a deadbolt on the inside.  As she turned it,
Caroline felt a knot of foreboding in her stomach.  Following him over
towards her desk, she also noticed that the blinds had been pulled down on
all of the windows.  What could he possibly have in mind that would require
such privacy?

   In fact, that question had been tumbling around in her mind ever since
her unwanted meeting with Kettle.  He had told her she would have to serve
a series of Saturday `detentions' until he was satisfied that she was
sufficiently punished, but he hadn't gone into any details.  Caroline had
supervised countless detentions during her career, and for the most part
they had involved extra study sessions, or long boring hours of just
sitting.  Was that what he had planned for her?  Somehow she didn't think
so.

   Kettle had already seated himself behind her desk, and Caroline found
herself in the unaccustomed and somewhat belittling position of having to
stand before him rather like a naughty schoolgirl.  The only other option
would be to sit at one of the students' desks, but that would present an
even more deferential picture, so she stayed where she was while the
despicable little man studied her with an impudent grin on his face.

   He seemed to be enjoying the moment, allowing his eyes to rove up and
down her body, and she shifted uncomfortably.  Totally in the dark as to
what she might have to expect, Caroline had dressed in her usual summer
outdoor style - a light floral dress pulled in at the waist with a matching
belt, light brown tights, sensible flat shoes, and her customary string of
pearls around her neck.

   She could only guess as to why Kettle was examining her so intently, but
to break the tension, she said, "So what exactly do you want from me?"

   "Hmm," Kettle grinned, tapping his chin.  "What indeed?  What could you
possibly have that I want, huh?"

   His cryptic response was as irritating as it was worrying, and Caroline
snapped, "Look, I've come all the way out here as you asked, so you could
at least have the decency to let me know why I am here!"

   Her haughty approached didn't seem to bother him and instead of
answering her question, he said, "How old are you, Caroline?"

   Bridling at this unexpected overfamiliarity, Caroline said, "What has
that to do with anything?"

   "Well, it's just that I've always imagined that you are hiding a rather
curvaceous - if a little generous - figure under those frumpy frocks you
like to wear."

   The sudden tangent this conversation had embarked upon took Caroline
completely unawares.  "How dare you talk to me like that!"

   "Come now, it was a compliment!" Kettle chuckled.  "For a woman of
somewhat mature years, I actually think you are quite a looker."

   To her chagrin, Caroline felt herself coloring up.  "I-I...  who do you
think you are talking to?" she blustered.

   "A rather pompous woman, who, if I have read the situation correctly,
finds herself in a very precarious situation at the moment," Kettle said,
with a nod towards a nearby computer.

   The reminder had its effect and Caroline willed herself to calm down. 
Whatever this vulgar man had in mind would have to be weighed up against
the terrible alternatives, because there was no escaping the fact that
right now he had the power to destroy her life!

   "Well, yes," Caroline said, clearing her throat.  "And I did express my
gratitude for your silence in that matter.  But I ask you again, what
exactly do you want in return?"

   His greedy, leering eyes, combined with his recent inappropriate comment
should have provided Caroline with a clue as to what was coming next, but
even though she was an intelligent woman, the prospect of any improper
conduct between them was far too outlandish for her to accept.

   "Okay," Kettle, said, placing his hands flat on the desktop.  "I'll give
it to you in simple terms.  As I told you over coffee, your little secret
is safe with me.  But naughty girls deserve to be punished, don't they?  As
a teacher, I'm sure you'll agree.  So during your weekly detention periods,
I'm going to do just that - punish you."

   Caroline's head began to swim as the unthinkable started to come into
focus.

   "P-punish?  How?"

   "Oh, I'll be thinking up a whole variety of ways over the coming months
- and I think you'll find that I can be very imaginative!"

   Quite a looker?  Curvaceous?  Imaginative?

   With a sudden twist of dread in her stomach, Caroline could no longer
deny the implications of these menacing words.  Although she had tried to
dismiss it as too outrageous to actually ever become a reality, that
nightmare was now in danger of coming true!

   "Are you saying that you want to have...  relations with me?"

   "Relations!" Kettle chuckled annoyingly.  "You really are a stuck-up
cow, aren't you?  Well, it's going to be a little more inventive than that,
but yes, you're on the right track finally.  I thought you'd never get
there.  Why did you think I didn't just ask you for money in return for my
silence?  I want to play with you every week.  You are going to have to
submit to my every desire, or face the consequences.  That means you are
going to have to climb down off that lofty perch and become my obedient
little sex toy.  Here in the deserted school, you will allow me to live out
my fantasies, and in return you can go back to your snobbish lifestyle for
the other six days of the week, without fear of exposure.  It's your choice
- but I warn you now, once you have committed yourself to my demands, I
will not tolerate any noncompliance on your part.  If this becomes too much
like hard work, the deal is off, and I will post those images of you
stealing all over the internet."

   "You...  you mean there are going to be more...  detentions?"

   "Oh yes," Kettle smiled.  "You will commit all of your Saturdays to me
from now on."

   Caroline realized that in addition to the fire in her cheeks, she was
breathing heavily and perspiring somewhat profusely.  "For how long?"

   Kettle shrugged.  "Who knows?  A month?  Six months?  A year?  Maybe
more.  Until I get bored, I guess.  The point is, you get to keep your high
society lifestyle.  So make a decision, and make it now."

   Feeling a little faint, Caroline mumbled, "I don't think I can...  not
with you..."

   "Just let me take the lead," Kettle said.  "All you have to do is follow
my directions - without hesitation or question."

   Feverishly, Caroline considered her options.  She had not been sexually
active with Mr.  Lambert for some years now.  She was forty-three years
old, with two grown up children in college.  There had been one or two
clumsy advances made upon her at some of the various functions she had
attended on her own - middle-aged acquaintances taking advantage of a quiet
moment away from prying ears to obliquely express their interest in her -
but she had always regarded them with bewildered amusement.  Surely the
time for romantic adventure had passed?  Admittedly, she recognized that
she had been quite beautiful in her youth, but coming from a deeply
Christian family, she had not been allowed to date until Mr.  Lambert -
with an equally devout background - had declared his socially acceptable
intentions.

   And so Caroline had remained physically loyal to one man alone all these
years, and she had never had a reason or the desire to stray.  He was a
decent man, if a little stuffy, and if Caroline were to admit that her
marriage had become a little stale over the years, there were the children
to think of.  Affairs?  Divorce?  Unthinkable!

   But now, Mike Kettle, a colleague whom she had had little prior cause to
interact with, was articulating the same unsavory proclivities as her
other, considerably more well-heeled, would-be suitors - only this time,
she was in no position to rebuff him!

   Before answering, she fleetingly considered one other terrifying
possibility - that of fronting up and admitting her crimes to her husband,
thus negating any hold that Kettle had over her.  The thought lasted but a
nanosecond because she knew that her upstanding spouse would not be able to
live with the shameful publicity, and her marriage and comfortable
lifestyle would ultimately be over.

   Her mouth dry, and with as much dignity as she could muster Caroline
said, "Very well, Mr.  Kettle, what exactly would you like me to do?"





   Chapter Two

   Bingo!

   Mike hadn't been altogether convinced that Mrs.  Lambert would crumble,
but having come this far, he had guessed correctly that she was already
prepared to do whatever it took to save her reputation.

   Now that he had her, it was a question of how quickly he should move
things along.  At least the naïve bitch had finally cottoned on to the fact
that her punishment would be of a sexual nature, and the fact that she
hadn't bolted right there and then bode well for the rest of the afternoon.
Although there was still a risk that she would have a change of heart and
report him to her husband, Mike had a gut feeling that he was treading on
continually firmer ground.

   Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound!

   "As I said just a moment ago, I've always wondered what kind of a figure
you've been concealing from us, so why don't you begin by taking off that
boring frock?"

   Mrs.  Lambert's lips parted and she glanced frantically at the covered
windows to her left.  Her normally pale skin turned pink, and Mike noticed
that a little moisture had gathered in her green eyes.  After a moment's
deliberation, Mrs.  Lambert slowly raised her trembling fingers and still
looking off to the side, proceeded to pick open the buttons on the front of
her frock.

   Mike leaned forward as the material parted at the top, giving him a
glimpse of her generous cleavage supported by her white brassiere beneath
the string of pearls.  He followed her fumbling digits down as she finally
reached the bottom, but instead of taking it off, she held the two pieces
together, still focusing her glistening eyes on the window blinds.

   Her mouth had turned down at the corners in a combined expression of
misery and disgust, and she really did look as though she was about to cry.
My word, Mike thought, how will she react when she sees what I've got in
store for her after this?

   "Come on, Mrs.  Lambert," Mike said, deciding that addressing her
formally would heighten the sexual drama that was about to follow.  "We
haven't got all day.  Well actually we have, but I'm getting impatient. 
Remember what I said?  Too much like hard work and the deal is off."

   That seemed to snap her out of her inertia, and with an expression of
abject desolation on her face, Mrs.  Lambert - the school principal's
prudish and stuck-up wife!  - shrugged the frock off her shoulders and,
adding to Mike's enjoyment, carefully folded the garment before setting it
on top of an adjacent school desk.

   As Mike would have expected from such a prudish woman, she immediately
folded her arms across her ample breasts and tucked one knee behind the
other.  Mike wouldn't have been surprised if he was the only man other than
her husband to have seen her in any state of undress.  She was probably one
of those wives who insisted that marital sex took place only under the bed
covers and with the lights out!  No, Mrs.  Lambert's Rubenesque figure had
most likely never been put on display outside of the privacy of her
bathroom - but that was all about to change very soon!

   "Put your arms down so I can see you properly," he said.  "I meant it
when I said I wanted to look at your body.  And would you also kindly look
at me?  I don't know what you find so fascinating about those window
blinds?"

   With a pained expression lining her reddening face, Mrs.  Lambert turned
her head towards him but still refused to meet his eyes, preferring instead
to fix her gaze on the blackboard behind him.  Next, almost in slow motion,
she unwrapped her arms from her body and brought them hesitantly down to
her sides.

   Now Mike could finally decide if his suspicions had been correct about
her physique - and he wasn't disappointed.  Yes, she obviously carried a
bit of middle-aged weight, which meant that she was a little thick around
the waist, her thighs were on the chunky side, and she had a little belly
protruding slightly over the top of her dowdy white briefs, but all the
bumps and dips were in the right places.  And then there was the delectable
sight of her considerable bust, the twin mounds of white flesh veritably
shaking with every little movement she made, and looking ready to burst out
of her matronly bra!

   Holy fuck!  I can't wait to unleash those monsters!

   Feeling his cock stiffening at the giddy prospect of playing with Mrs.
Lambert's udders, Mike said, "Shoes and tights next, and no dawdling this
time."

   With just the briefest of delays, Mrs.  Lambert leaned down, her
strawberry blonde hair hanging forward along with her pearls, and her
massive jugs swaying in their frumpy harness.  Mike could only guess at how
embarrassed she must be feeling whilst undressing in her own classroom for
him, but that would be nothing compared to the abject humiliation he
planned to heap upon her starting real soon!

   Mrs.  Lambert stepped out of her shoes, and after a certain amount of
awkward tugging, pulled off her tights.  Her legs were quite shapely, with
surprisingly firm thighs and well-chiseled ballet dancer's calves - a
feature that Mike thought would be greatly enhanced if he were to force her
to parade around in a pair of five-inch heels!

   Putting that heady idea on a back-burner, Mike leaned back in his chair
and let the poor woman suffer for a few moments.  He could see from the
anguish in her eyes that she had already descended into a forbidden world
of sin just by stripping to her briefs and bra in front of him.  Surely she
had to be expecting his next two commands, although not necessarily in the
order that kinky Mike had planned!

   "Right, then," he said, brightly, "let's get you out of those gigantic
knickers, eh?  My word, you could go camping in those ugly things!"

   His insulting banter must have registered with the tormented woman,
because for the first time since she had commenced this unwanted
striptease, Mrs.  Lambert looked at his face.  The slightest expression of
contempt flickered in her eyes, quickly followed by a mixture of
resignation and despair as she must have finally accepted that he was going
to make her strip completely naked!

   Mike leaned forward, his chin in his hands, as the stricken teacher
gripped the waistband of her briefs, and slowly eased them down over her
thighs.  His first introduction to Mrs.  Lambert's most intimate parts was
a most generous reddish-brown bush that sprouted free from the top of the
descending material.  It seemed that the pious lady was not in the habit of
trimming herself down there!  Inch by delightful inch, Mrs.  Lambert's
vulva came slowly into view and Mike's erection grew ever harder.

   When she had worked her briefs down to her knees, Mrs.  Lambert again
bent over, allowing Mike another unsparing view of her dangling cleavage.
Now Mrs.  Lambert was forced to part her knees slightly in order to
maneuver her underwear down to her ankles.  When it was finally free, she
picked the item up between thumb and forefinger, making sure to cover her
crotch with her other hand, and dropped it onto the desk beside her.

   Such a neat and tidy woman!  Mike thought.  Even in these most testing
of circumstances!

   With both hands clasped over her privates, she was inadvertently pushing
out her bust with her upper arms, making her fleshy globes stand out even
more prominently!

   "Still being coy?" Mike said.  "Oh well, we'll get there eventually.  In
the meantime, why don't you give me a nice slow turn, so that I can check
out your fat ass?"

   There was real hurt in her eyes now, and after having controlled herself
so admirably, Mrs.  Lambert blurted out, "You pig!"

   "I don't know about that," Mike grinned.  "From all that white, wobbling
fat I can see, you look more like the porker to me.  Don't you get any
exercise?  Well, we'll soon put that right, now turn around before I lose
my patience!"

   With a woeful sob, Mrs.  Lambert closed her eyes and began her lewd
pirouette.  When she had her back to him, Mike commanded her to stop.  As
he suspected, she had a very full and voluptuous backside, and although
they were starting to go south, her buns were still holding their shape.

   As he surveyed her nearly naked form, Mike became increasingly pleased
with himself that he had begun this erotic journey.  Contrary to his unkind
comments, he was actually very impressed with what he was observing.  Here
was a mature woman built for comfort, and Mike had every intention of
taking her for a test drive!

   In the meantime, the moment had arrived to finally unveil her `piece de
resistance' - those delightfully huge tits!  Keeping her facing the back of
the classroom, Mike cleared his throat and said, "The bra now, if you
please."

   A slight stiffening of the shoulders was accompanied by a faint mewling
sound, as with shaking fingers Mrs.  Lambert reached around behind her and
undid the complicated array of hooks and eyes that held the formidable
looking garment in place.

   Fuck me!  Mike thought.  There must be a lot of flesh constrained in
there to require such a strong harnessing device!

   Of course, even with the stuffy frocks that she preferred to wear, it
was patently obvious to all that she was a well-endowed lady - there was
simply no way that she could hide it.  But now she was going to have to
show those puppies off to Mike Kettle, and that would be a long-held
fantasy fulfilled for him in itself!

   Mike watched entranced, as first one, then the other bra strap slipped
over her broad shoulders.  To his utter joy, she was trembling so much as
she freed herself of her brassiere, that even her comely ass cheeks were
juddering!

   Still following her personal rules of neatness, Mrs.  Lambert reached
out sideways and the bra now joined the pile of clothes that she had so
recently been wearing.  It was time for a full frontal view, but Mike
wanted to savor the moment for as long as possible, and he said in a
suddenly husky voice, "Keeping your hands by your sides, walk to the back
of the classroom, and then turn round and come back towards me."

   In almost super slow-motion, his unhappy captive lowered her arms with
her fists balled by her sides.  Then, as if testing the water, she took an
indecisive step forward.  After another one, she stopped, and turning her
head to one side, said, "Please...Mr.  Kettle...  Mike.  Can't we...?"

   "It's too late for that," Mike interrupted.  "Just keep reminding
yourself why you are doing this.  However humiliating and painful it might
be, public exposure to your crime would, in the big picture, be much worse,
don't you think?"

   On hearing yet another reminder of her predicament, Mrs.  Lambert let
out an audible, shuddering sigh, and continued her reluctant journey to the
back of the room.  Mike drank in every quiver of her rotund buttocks as she
progressed slowly along.  He knew why she was drawing it out of course - to
delay the inevitable return trip back to him, during which he would get to
feast upon her full frontal nudity!

   When she eventually reached the back wall, Mrs.  Lambert paused and
remained where she was, as if reading one of the notices pinned on the
wall. But all Mike had to do was clear his throat, and she painstakingly
turned around to face him.  Keeping her eyes on the paneled ceiling
lighting, she began her naked walk along the length of her own classroom as
Mike visually devoured every part of her body.

   Her breasts were every bit as spectacular as he had imagined, still
surprisingly buoyant as they trembled with every step, and punctuated with
bulging pink nipples!  Mike rubbed his erection that now strained against
his underpants as his eyes traveled down over her rather endearing little
paunch, and then to the thick thatch of rust-colored hair that covered her
wide vulva.

   As she came to a faltering stop in front of him, he looked back up to
her face, which was still tilted upward, and he marveled at the intensity
of the crimson flush that spread down as far as the tops of her gorgeous
breasts, contrasting against the white pearls that hung around her neck.

   Her unwrapping complete, Mrs.  Caroline Lambert, the principal's wife,
was now ready to be transformed into Mike Kettle's very own performing sex
toy!





   Chapter Three

   The overhead lights were making her eyes water, which exacerbated the
tears of shame that she was fighting to hold back, so Caroline lowered her
face but still couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze.  This had all
unfolded so quickly and unexpectedly that she could hardly believe that she
was actually standing stark naked in her home classroom in front of a
fellow teacher that she barely knew!

   It was a warm summer afternoon, and yet Caroline found that she was
shivering because of her absolute nudity.  She had been brought up under
extremely chaste conditions, and she had carried this modest behavior
through her adult life.  Only her husband had ever seen her naked before,
and that was many years ago!

   She waited while he enjoyed viewing her body, impatient to cover herself
with her arms but, aware of her vulnerable situation, resisting the urge to
do so.  She had read once that nudism was regarded by some people as a
liberating thing, but here in front of Kettle, she just felt filthy and
violated.

   Oh, please hurry up, she thought miserably.  I just want to get dressed
again.  What the heck is he waiting for?

   But now Kettle reached behind the desk, and she couldn't help glancing
down as he placed a leather sports bag on its surface.  Curiosity combined
with trepidation as she watched him unzip the bag and pull out a
strange-looking item that initially made no sense to her whatsoever.

   With a wicked grin on his face, Kettle stood and came around the desk
towards her.  Using all of her emotional reserves to stand her ground,
Caroline watched in growing horror as he held the object up in front of
her. Now she could see that it consisted of a headband with two abnormally
long rabbit ears attached!  Each ear was over a foot long, covered in black
velvet, and dotted with tiny metallic sequins.  It looked like the kind of
idiotic apparel that kids wore to fancy dress parties!

   "I think you'll look rather adorable in this," Kettle said, with his
face so close to hers that she could smell his pungent breath.  As he
raised the adornment towards her head, Caroline took an involuntary step
backward.  For some reason, she had clung to the idea that once he had had
his fill of ogling her body, Kettle would allow her to put her clothes back
on again.  Now it was apparent that this was just the beginning of her
ordeal.

   "You must be joking!" she gasped.  "I'm not wearing that!"

   "Uh-uh," Kettle admonished.  "You know the rules.  If you give me a hard
time, the pictures go out into cyberspace, remember?  Now get back here and
stay still."

   Caroline gulped and inched towards him, her bare toes feeling
unnaturally exposed on the tiles.  Then she bent her head slightly, feeling
like an utter fool as he fitted the band over her head.  With the blinds
covering the windows, she automatically glanced at her reflection in the
glass panel in the door, and immediately wished she hadn't done so.  She
looked absurd with her breasts naked and free, her pearls around her neck,
and the ridiculously long rabbit ears sticking up from the top of her head!
Again the tears welled up and she instinctively brushed a trickle away.

   "I don't know what you are so upset about," Kettle said.  "I think you
look lovely!"

   Caroline could have slapped him!  Not only was the man a total pervert,
but he was loving every minute of this emotional and physical abuse!

   The urge to cover her body was even more intense now, as the rabbit ears
and pearls seemed to accentuate her nudity even more.  She opened her mouth
to beg him to stop this cruel treatment, but he put a finger to his lips,
stopping her, and then he said, "Now I'd like you to pose for a few
photos."

   Caroline's mouth was still open, but now her jaw dropped even further.
"Ph-Photos..."

   "For my personal use only," Kettle smiled.  "Something to remember you
by in years to come."

   "You're out of your mind!" Caroline snapped.  "I'm not letting you
photograph me like this?"

   "You're not `what'?" Kettle asked.  "Are you forgetting who is in charge
here?  If I don't get my collection of `naked Mrs.  Lambert' pictures, then
the whole town will get to view the `stealing Mrs.  Lambert' shots."

   With a low groan of despair, Caroline realized how useless her
objections were.  Kettle was going to have his way, and that was that. 
Even though she despaired at the thought of him making a visual record of
this nightmare - and where it might end up - she had no choice in the
matter.

   "Ready for your photo shoot?" he prompted.

   Glumly, Caroline nodded her head.

   "Excellent!" Kettle beamed.  "Now be a good little bunny and hop up onto
the desk."

   *

   It was impossible for Mike to hide the erection pushing out the front of
his pants as he retrieved his digital camera from the sports bag, but he
wasn't in the least bit concerned.  Under normal circumstances, his obvious
excitement would have been a source of embarrassment, but the fact that the
only female present was as naked as the day that she was born certainly
gave him the upper hand.  Besides, the dignified lady would be getting
quite used to the sight, touch, and taste of his throbbing dick over the
coming months!

   When he looked back up, Mrs.  Lambert, as expected, hadn't moved.  There
was an expression of utter contempt on her furiously blushing face, which,
given her current state of undress, and the comical bunny ears on her head,
added further to Mike's state of arousal.

   "Didn't you hear me with those big ears?  I want you up on the desk
where I can have a good look at you.  Hop, hop!"

   "I-I'm not getting up there!"

   "Of course you are," Mike said.  "Because if you don't get up there this
instant, I'm packing up my toys and going home - and you know what that
will mean as far as your hypocritical lifestyle is concerned!"

   As with all of his casually delivered threats so far, there was a degree
of bluff attached to his words.  He was very much aware that she always had
the option of backing out at any time, but he figured that if he could
create an atmosphere of dominance and authority while she was off-balance,
there was a chance that she would simply follow his commands until she
reached an emotional point of no return.  Certainly, the next few minutes
would be pivotal, because if he were to grab a handful of lewd naked images
of her now, his hold over her would be complete.  If he were to publically
circulate those pictures, the shame she would suffer as an exposed thief
would surely pale into insignificance by comparison!

   Whether Mrs.  Lambert had quickly weighed up those same options herself
or not, Mike couldn't be sure.  But to his ecstatic delight, after a
moment's delay, she put her bare foot up on the chair and then climbed as
demurely as she could under the circumstances, onto the desk.

   Now that she was perched on higher ground, her nudity made her seem even
more exposed, and she reflexively wrapped her arms around her before
realizing what she had done, and reluctantly lowered them.  Mike was
tempted to whip off a couple of frames right away in case she suddenly
panicked and fled, but her current frigid posture wasn't at all what this
photographer was looking for.

   "Okay," he said, circling the desk and licking his lips.  "Now I want
you to strike a few poses for me.  Follow my directions to the letter and I
think we'll end up with a lovely little set of `bunny girl' shots that
you'll be quite proud of!"

   Pride was the least of the expressions that contorted Mrs.  Lambert's
face right then.  She looked as though she was about to break wind!  That
triggered an amusing image which caused Mike's already rigid member to
twitch in his underwear!

   "Put your arms out to the sides," Mike said, peering through the
viewfinder.  "That's it, nice and high, out parallel with your shoulders.
Now up on your toes, that's a good bunny, and bend your knees slightly so
that you are pushing out your nice fat butt!"

   As Mrs.  Lambert shamefacedly assumed the ludicrous pose, Mike began
snapping away.  First, he zoomed in on her face, catching the first tears
of shame that rolled down her cheeks, then he panned out, framing her
entire body in detail.  After saving a dozen or shots from the front and
side, he moved around to her rear and took a couple from a low angle,
capturing the meaty folds of her labia that poked out between her pubic
bush.

   Mike was so captivated by the sight that he put the camera on the desk
and leaned in for a closer look.  He could just smell her musky scent and
if it was at all possible, his hard-on actually increased in intensity!

   Fascinated, he took a pen from one of the drawers and cautiously raised
it towards Mrs.  Lambert's exposed cunt.  Her legs were already shaking
from the sustained effort of standing on tiptoe, and mindful that she might
start and possibly fall off the desk when the pen made contact with her
most sensitive parts, he decided to forewarn her first.

   "Don't be alarmed if you feel something," he said.  "I'm just going to
give you a little check-out.  Whatever happens, you must maintain the pose,
okay?"

   With her back to him, Mrs.  Lambert had no way of knowing what was about
to happen, and as the tip of the pen made initial contact with her pussy
lips, she emitted a shriek of surprise, but to her credit, she managed to
maintain her absurd-looking posture.

   "W-what are you doing?" she gasped.

   "Just having a poke around," Mike said.  "This is quite a set of saddle
bags you have here!"

   Mike prodded at the dangling flesh like an amateur gynecologist,
thoroughly engrossed in his task.  Then he pushed the tip of the pen gently
between Mrs.  Lambert's labia, working it in gradually further until a full
inch was inside her.  When he let it go, the pen remained in place, gripped
between her gluey lips, and he excitedly snatched up his camera to record
the moment forever.

   "Please!" Mrs.  Lambert whimpered.  "Take it out of me!"

   "What's the matter?" Mike teased.  "Never had a pen stuck up your cunt?
I can't believe you've never experimented before - a cucumber or banana,
perhaps?"

   He heard a stifled sob as her bodily trembling intensified.  Her arms
were wavering now, moving up and down as if she were attempting to fly
away. A heady rush swept through him as he fully realized that he already
had this dignified woman in a state of physical and emotional discomfort,
and that she was doing her utmost to comply.  How much more would she be
willing to take?

   "Alright," he said, wickedly.  "If you don't want the pen up your pussy,
I'll take it out for you.  Is that what you want?"

   "Y-yes!"

   "Are you sure?"

   Now she nodded her head vigorously.  "Yes, p-please!"

   "Okay, it's your call."

   He plucked the invading object out of Mrs.  Lambert's cunt, and unable
to resist, raised the damp end to his nostrils.  She smelled vaguely fishy
but not at all unpleasant.  Licking her out would be a pleasure to look
forward to, but there was much playtime ahead before they got down to the
real stuff.

   Seeing that she had now lowered her heels to the desktop, Mike suddenly
slapped her on the right buttock, causing her to yelp from surprise more
than pain.

   "Up on your toes!" he snapped.

   As she shakily resumed her humiliating and uncomfortable posture, Mike
said, "For your disobedience, I'm going to put the pen back inside you. 
You must learn to obey me at all times during your detentions."

   He was about to work the pen back between her vaginal lips, when he had
a sudden, deliciously rude idea.  Unable to keep the smile off his face, he
placed the palm of his left hand against her ass cheek, feeling her body
tense as he did so.

   "Stay," he admonished, as if addressing the family dog.  Then he spread
her cheeks with his fingers, exposing her brown puckered asshole.  When he
touched it with the tip of the pen, Mrs.  Lambert yelled, "Oh, dear God,
no! Not there!"

   Well, well!  Mike thought.  Seems I'm about to enter previously
unexplored territory.  Poor old Mr.  Lambert!  What a boring marriage he
must have had!

   "I'm afraid so," Mike said, unable to keep the increased level of
excitement out of his voice.  "And don't you dare move, or so help me, I
will leave this room and that will be the end of it."

   "Oh, you filthy beast!" Mrs.  Lambert wailed, but she did indeed stay
put as Mike began to slowly work the pen up inside her virgin asshole.





   Chapter Four

   Caroline stared intently at the posters and paintings hanging on the
back wall of her classroom as she tried to withstand the stabbing pain in
her rectum.  She could feel the hard plastic twisting and turning inside
her soft interior as the disgusting man pushed it in deeper.  Never in her
life had anything been inserted into that dirty place - mercifully, anal
sex had never been a subject broached by Mr.  Lambert - but now she was
having to suffer the indignity of a relative stranger violating her there
with a foreign object!

   This whole lurid episode was rapidly spiraling out of control, and
although she intellectually understood that she should just climb off the
desk and leave right now - regardless of the consequences - she
inexplicably found herself rooted to the spot.  Her toes, ankles, calves
and arms were already badly aching, not to mention the sharp pain inside
her rectum, but that was nothing compared to the agony she was suffering
emotionally.  Only a short while ago, she had been fully clothed, her
dignity intact, ready to negotiate with her blackmailer.  Now she was
actually nude, standing high up on display in the most obscene, and
ridiculous of postures, wearing a humiliating pair of rabbit ears, with an
ink pen sticking out of her anus!

   The degrading and agonizing probing finally came to an end, but then the
room was illuminated with bright flashes as Kettle recorded the vile moment
for the future.  With a heavy heart, Caroline realized that each picture he
took would draw her deeper into his trap.  Earlier, he had talked about
weeks, months, possibly even years more of this torture.  How would she
ever cope?  Was it worth the humiliation?  Sadly, in her heart she already
knew the answer to that question - as long as this depravity remained
behind closed doors, then yes, it was preferable to the shame that she
would face if he were ever to expose her compulsive pilfering to the world.
This was how she had been conditioned to live her life - appearance above
everything else - and the fact that she was prepared to allow this
despicable man to do what he pleased with her in order to preserve that
public image, served to deepen her current sense of shame and
self-loathing.

   The camera no longer flashing, Caroline anxiously waited, knees
quivering, for his next act of depravity.  She had to accept the likelihood
that Kettle would demand some form of sexual activity with her, but she
still didn't know if she would have the fortitude to go through with it. 
Quite apart from finding the loathsome man totally unattractive, Caroline
had been celibate by choice for several years now.  Her children were
grown, and as a far as she was concerned, she had done her matrimonial
duty.

   Now she felt the pen moving around inside her again, and she craned her
neck to try and see what Kettle was up to.  There was a row of glass
cabinets along the wall, and in the reflection Caroline saw that he was now
taping a small, black pom-pom to the protruding pen - to her horror and
dismay, she realized that he was giving her a little fluffy rabbit's tail
to go with her ears!

   She heard a little chuckle of satisfaction as Kettle completed his task.
"There my little bunny!  You look delightful!"

   Looking at her preposterous accessories in the glass reflection,
Caroline certainly didn't feel delightful.  The only saving grace was that
at least nobody else was present to see her in this embarrassing and
degrading situation.

   "Okay, Thumper," Kettle said.  "Down you get.  There's one more detail
to add before we go for a little hop about!"

   *

   While Mrs.  Lambert awkwardly descended from the desktop, Mike fished
around in the drawers and found a black marker pen.  Uncapping it, he came
back around the desk and casually said, "On your knees."

   But Mrs.  Lambert remained still, her wide eyes fixed on the marker. 
"What are you going to do with that?"

   "Just going to give you a little makeover.  Don't worry, it's not
indelible.  You can wash it off when we're eventually done here."

   "Please don't!" she said, in a shaky voice.  "Haven't you done enough?"

   "Absolutely not!" Mike laughed.  "We're just getting started.  Now get
down on your knees and put your arms down."

   For a moment it looked as though Mrs.  Lambert was finally going to
balk. A shadow of anger briefly crossed her face as she tightened her fists
by her sides.  Mike could understand her sense of outrage considering the
high esteem with which she held herself.  In her eyes, he was nothing but a
lowly gym instructor whom she had hardly ever acknowledged in the past, but
now here he was, commanding her to kneel before him!  He was about to
remind her that he already possessed enough damning photos to destroy her
reputation in every sense when, with a short, furious scream, she sank to
her knees.

   Mike felt light-headed with the power rush as he looked down at her
tortured features.  He reached down, and taking her chin in his hand,
tilted her face up towards him.  Then he touched the marker against those
regal features and drew three lines radiating outward on each cheek to
represent rabbit's whiskers, before fully coating her nose with the black
ink.  Quite endearingly, while Mike was working, Mrs.  Lambert scrunched
her eyes shut and wrinkled her nose, rather like a child having her face
washed by an adult.

   Mike was no artist but the effect was perfect.  Now his little bunny
girl was ready to be put through her paces - and Mike knew all about
physical training!

   "It's time to sweat some of that ugly fat off your body," he announced
in a voice her normally reserved for his gym classes.  "Naturally, given
your ludicrous appearance, we'll start off with bunny hops.  I want you to
lean forward and place your hands on the floor, then get up on your toes
and straighten your legs so that your little bunny tail is sticking up in
the air!"

   With an inarticulate murmur of disapproval, Mrs.  Lambert assumed the
ungainly position, her hair, pearls, and heavy breasts, all hanging
downward.  Mike was actually about to put her through a series of squat
thrusts but the term `bunny hops' seemed more fitting for the occasion.

   He went back to his sports bag and extracted a wooden spatula that had
caught his eye in the local supermarket not long after his first meeting
with the unfortunate Mrs.  Lambert.  Camera in hand, he circled behind her
and swiftly delivered a stinging stroke across her right buttock.  Mrs. 
Lambert squealed at the unexpected impact and wriggled her upended rump,
but admirably, stayed in position.

   "That is what you will get if you stop exercising," Mike said, almost
ejaculating in his pants as he watched the ruddy hue spreading across her
trembling ass cheek.  "Now then, on my command, you will jump in and out
like the little bunny you are, until I tell you to stop.  Any slacking, and
you'll receive another spank across your ugly butt!"

   The view was anything but ugly as the wretched woman began to exercise
for him, each outward jump revealing her beefy pussy lips, every part of
her curvaceous frame rippling with each exertion.  He snapped happily away
with his camera as the dew began to collect on her pale skin, and her
panting became increasingly audible.

   Fuck it, why not?  Mike thought suddenly, and pulling down his zipper,
he released his rock-hard prick, exposing it to the open air.  Now he moved
around her, recording every single movement, her swinging pendulous
breasts, her crimson, comically decorated face, her hanging belly, and of
course, her sweaty, pouting cunt as she went through her routine.  The poor
woman was tiring so quickly that, fearful she might have a heart attack,
Mike permitted her to rest awhile.

   Gasping, perspiring, Mrs.  Lambert dropped onto her knees and elbows,
and looked up at him imploringly as droplets of sweat rained down from her
nipples onto the floor.  The bunny ears were still clinging to her damp
hair, and the fluffy `tail' continued to protrude from her asshole.

   Ecstatic with the control that he had miraculously assumed over this
desirable and mature woman, Mike again delved into his bag.  Whilst
wandering through the supermarket, he had loitered for some time in the
fresh food section, casually perusing a variety of phallic-shaped fruits
and vegetables.  As much as he had relished the idea of forcing the high
and mighty Mrs.  Lambert to impale herself on a thick marrow or overgrown
potato, he had stayed true to his `rabbit' theme and had selected a
decidedly large carrot, complete with a rosette of fresh, green leaves.

   As he brandished the suggestively-shaped vegetable in front of her, Mrs.
Lambert, too puffed to speak, simply shook her head in horror.  By now, it
seemed, she had finally tuned in to Mike's warped intentions, so she was
definitely not expecting to have to eat it!

   Not wishing to disappoint her, Mike crouched down beside her
sweat-sheened flanks and moved the carrot into position between her sticky
thighs.  Instinctively, Mrs.  Lambert squeezed them together, so without
warning Mike picked up the spatula and landed two sharp smacks on each of
her ruddy ass cheeks.

   "Aah!"

   "I told you you'd be punished if you disobeyed!  Now open up!"

   With a woeful sob, Mrs.  Lambert moved her legs slightly apart. 
"Wider!" Mike said, tapping the insides of her thighs with the spatula. 
Evidently fearing harder contact, she complied, and Mike again stared in
awe at the combination of soft flesh and matted hair that resided there. 
When he touched her labia with the pointed end of the carrot, Mrs.  Lambert
jerked forward.

   "Steady!" Mike warned, and when he wiggled the tip of the vegetable
inside her pussy lips, Mrs.  Lambert made a strange choking sound but
managed to hold her obscene position.  Gradually Mike worked the carrot
inside her cunt which, after a little bit of twisting and pushing slowly
accepted the invading root.

   "Oh!  Ugh!" Mrs.  Lambert's vocabulary was now limited to a series of
bestial grunts as her pussy received the intruder inch by inch.  Mike had
correctly assumed that the frigid cow would be bone dry but by the time the
carrot was halfway inside her, her cunt began to accommodate it much more
readily.

   With a final shove, Mike stepped back to survey the kinky spectacle. 
Underneath the bunny tail, the fat end of the carrot - which was about
three inches across - was gripped by Mrs.  Lambert's fleshy labia, its
leafy rosette hanging down like a second tail.

   At the other end, Mike could hear her wretched sobs, which only
increased his pleasure as he took several more pictures for his collection.
With each added degradation - the striptease, the bunny ears, the pen up
her asshole, the whiskers on her face, the forced exercise, and now the
carrot penetrating her twat - not only was Mrs.  Lambert being reduced to a
submissive plaything, but by not ending his games by breaking their
agreement, she was indicating that she was prepared - however distastefully
- to let him go even further.

   So be it, then!

   He stood up and went around to her front and waved his jutting cock in
front of her tear-streaked face.  She turned her face to the side to avoid
having to look at his bulging, purple cockhead, but Mike wasn't about to
let her get off that easily.  Roughly grabbing her chin, he turned her back
towards him, and said, "Do want another spanking?"

   With tears and snot running down her stricken face, Mrs.  Lambert shook
her head mournfully.

   "Then stick out your tongue and lick it!"

   Managing only a gurgled response, she shook her head again.

   "Foolish woman!" Mike sighed, and snatching up the spatula, he leaned
over her back and began thrashing her ass in earnest.





   Chapter Five

   After a few minutes of being paddled, the searing pain in her buttocks
was becoming intolerable!  To her absolute shame, Caroline was bawling like
a baby, and to make matters worse Kettle had her head pinned between his
legs as he assaulted her badly contused glutes!

   She could feel his disgusting penis resting on the back of her neck, and
the brief glimpse she had caught of the bulbous head with the little hole
at the front seeping sticky white issue remained firmly etched in her mind!
How could he possibly expect her to lick that vile organ?  And what next?
Prude though she was, Caroline knew what fellatio meant, but like anal sex,
she had neither offered nor been asked of it, by Mr.  Lambert.  Was this to
be her first experience of the revolting act?  Naked on all fours in her
own classroom, with a carrot stuck inside her vagina?

   These agitated thoughts spun wildly around her head as the steadily
increasing fire in her buttocks threatened to overwhelm her!  Just when she
thought she couldn't take it anymore, Kettle ceased his assault, parted his
legs, and freed her head.

   "Are you ready to taste my cock?" Kettle asked from above her.  Through
her blurred vision, Caroline could make out the shape of his erect penis in
front of her, and she now understood that he would keep on hurting her
until she complied with his wishes.

   Even though she knew in her heart that she would eventually yield,
Caroline heard herself stammer, "N-no!"

   "Really?" Kettle said, the excitement in his voice quite audible.  "In
that case, you can do some more bunny hops.  This time, I want you to hop
around the classroom like a real bunny rabbit!"

   It vaguely occurred to Caroline as she again hoisted herself up onto her
toes, that there had been a subtle, but very definite shift in their
relationship.  Previously, Kettle had subdued any rebellion on her part by
threatening to call off the detention and post the incriminating pictures
on the internet.  But now her punishment for refusing to obey was simply
additional forced exercise, which implied that he knew that she would
ultimately accept her fate anyway.  Their interaction had therefore moved
on to a point where Kettle was now confident that he had her under his
control, and as she began to hop between the desks, Caroline could no
longer deny that was the truth.

   Shouldn't she then have avoided the pain and exhaustion by simply
licking his penis in the first place?  But to do so would have meant total
submission, and somewhere deep in her psyche, Caroline recognized that she
was still trying to cling on to some of her dignity and pride, no matter
what this twisted man compelled her to do.

   *

   As he videoed the fluffy tail and carrot-top bouncing wildly behind Mrs.
Lambert's wobbling ass, Mike could hardly contain himself!  So far it had
all progressed so incredibly well, but the sight and scent of her naked,
sweating body was proving too much, and he desperately needed release.

   He almost had to pinch himself as he filmed her awkward, jerky bounces
between the desks.  Was this really happening?  Mrs.  Caroline Lambert? 
The haughty Principal's wide?  Just look at her!  Impersonating a rabbit in
the nude!  Imagine if he were to leak this video!

   He followed her progress as she made her way back towards him, breasts
swinging, mouth agape, fresh perspiration washing over her body.  He knew
that she wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer, but if she was
so insistent about not licking his dick, then why hadn't she just quit
altogether and then accept the resulting social humiliation after he
exposed her?  Maybe she didn't know the answer to that herself.  After all,
she had rapidly descended so quickly into a perverted hell, she couldn't
possibly be thinking straight.

   As she came to a halt in front of him, Mike landed another swat with the
spatula across her jiggling buns.  "Another circuit!  Then we'll find out
if you are ready to kiss my dick!"

   Mrs.  Lambert let out an involuntary grunt as she clumsily swiveled on
her palms and heels, and then bounced away from him, displaying her
plugged-up back orifices.  Mike gave his hard cock a few casual strokes as
he watched her laughable but still arousing performance.  There was no way
he was going to allow her to go home without first giving him a blowjob,
but he was deriving great pleasure from wearing her down this way. 
Eventually she would be forced to relent and agree to his lewd request,
which would be much more titillating than for him to simply order her to do
it, because then she would always have to live with the fact that their
first sexual union had technically been initiated by herself!

   Mrs.  Lambert reached the far end of the classroom, almost toppling over
as she turned, and then came bounding back towards him.  Her face was
colored the deepest shade of red - a combination of intense shame as well
as physical exhaustion - her glistening tits swayed back and forth with
each trembling buckjump, and the room was filled with the sound of her
labored breathing.  It was time to give her a rest and find out if she'd
had enough.

   When she reached his feet again, head down and gasping for breath, Mike
said, "Up on your knees, bunny girl!"

   Mrs.  Lambert didn't need a second invitation, and she looked up at him
with moist, glazed eyes, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her large
breasts heaving.  Mike thrust his cock in front of her face and said, "Do
you want to do another couple of circuits?"

   "N-Ngh," Mrs.  Lambert mumbled, shaking her head.

   "Then you know what to do."

   "Plsh!" she slurred.  "I...  can't..."

   "I'll keep on sending you around the room until you do.  Do you want
that?"

   "No."

   "Well, then...?

   Mike waited, and then to his utter joy, Mrs.  Lambert, his boss's prim
and proper wife, miserably poked out her tongue and touched it hesitatingly
against the tip of his cock.  But as soon as she made contact she grimaced
and pulled away, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

   "There," Mike said.  "That wasn't so bad, was it?  Let's try it again,
but this time, I want you to keep your tongue there until I tell you to
remove it."

   Mrs.  Lambert let out a shuddering breath, and her pink tongue once more
came into view between her lips.  Mike's dick twitched on its own as she
again tentatively touched his glans with the tip of her tongue, this time
managing to keep it there.  Almost breathless himself, Mike hissed, "Now
open your mouth and suck it!"

   Fresh tears rolled down Mrs.  Lambert's cheeks as she closed her eyes
and parted her lips.  Mike kept his own eyes open as very gradually, the
Principal's wife inched her mouth over his swollen glans.  The sight of
this proud lady with his cockhead in her mouth almost made him come right
then, but he succeeded in controlling himself.  She had passed another
milestone, and encouraged, Mike reached around and placed both hands on the
back of her head.

   At his touch, Mrs.  Lambert immediately panicked, pulling her head back,
and Mike had to tighten his grip on her.  "Uh-uh!" he warned.  "You don't
any want more exercise, do you?"

   The threat was enough, and he felt her relax her neck muscles enough for
him to guide her mouth further down his shaft.  He reveled in the combined
sensations of her soft, velvety tongue slithering beneath his prick, the
slight scraping of her teeth, and her warm breath.  He hadn't had a blowjob
in years and to be receiving one from this distinguished married woman was
Mike's version of heaven.

   He released his hands and whispered, "Keep it going, nice and slow."

   As the patently revolted woman continued to suck him off, Mike flailed
around for his camera on the desk and then fired off a couple of shots,
making sure that he caught enough of her face to be recognizable.  The
flashes brought no reaction from her, and he wondered what was going
through her head as she continued to suck him.  After a good five minutes,
Mike withdrew his saliva-coated cock and Mrs.  Lambert coughed and
spluttered for a while, her face wet with tears of shame, and then Mike
breathed, "Stand up and bend over the desk."

   She hesitated, but there was no verbal protest as she wearily rose to
her feet and leaned forward, her elbows on the desktop, and her ass out
with the tail and carrot still firmly embedded inside her holes.  Tugging
on the carrot's rosette, Mike slowly extracted it from her cunt, and
happily, he observed that it was coated with her pussy juice!

   "Goodness me!" Mike said, showing her the slickened vegetable.  "Did you
enjoy yourself?"

   Mr.  Lambert closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, but Mike tapped her
on the mouth with the carrot, and said, "Open up, dear!"

   Snorting heavily through her nostrils, Mrs.  Lambert did as she was told
and Mike quickly jammed the carrot sideways between her teeth.

   "Bite down on it."

   The wretched look in Mrs.  Lambert's eyes said it all as Mike took his
last pictures of the day.  Naked except for her pearls, with the bunny ears
on her head and the carrot wedged between her jaws, she looked absolutely
priceless!  Next, Mike pulled the pen out of her asshole, eliciting a
squeak of surprise from his hapless victim.

   He maneuvered himself into position and pushed his cockhead up against
her thick, brown labia and saw her shoulders tense.  Placing his hands on
her clammy, white ass cheeks, he pushed forward, and was pleased to find
that her cunt was still wet.

   Mrs.  Lambert filled the room with more unfeminine, guttural noises as
Mike started thrusting into her.  As his frenzy built, he marveled at pale
flesh of her shivering ass, the freckles on her back, and the dimples just
above her buttocks.  He reached underneath and finally took hold of those
beautiful big boobs, pinching her nipples between his fingers.  All too
soon, he reached his climax and with a low rumbling moan, ejaculated inside
her.  At the same time, Mrs.  Lambert emitted a long mournful wail,
allowing the carrot to fall out of her mouth and roll onto the floor.

   Panting hard, Mike fell on top of her, his dick, incredibly, still hard
between her buns.  He rested his cheek on the back of her neck, feeling her
damp sweat and inhaling her sweet and sour odor.  Listening to her quietly
sobbing, Mike finally straightened up, and in a rather shaky voice, he
said, "Detention is over for today, Mrs.  Lambert.  I'll see you here next
Saturday."



   TO BE CONTINUED