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If you send me a message from Storiesonline.net it will send an email notice to my email. The anonymous email feature on Storiesonline.net protects your email address and my email address. I am still writing my stories and have no plans to stop writing and posting my stories. I hope you enjoy the story. Chapter 5 Thursday morning: As usual Randy was already gone when Leslie got up. Also as usual, she knelt by her bedside, clasped her hands and said a prayer, asking God to guide her decisions this day. Her prayer was briefer than normal but she felt able to excuse herself: today was a particularly easy day, two study halls, work in the administration office, one class in the afternoon and then Miss Wolfe's class after school. After her shower, Leslie got out the clothes that Miss Wolfe had told her to wear and spent some time curling and shaping her hair and doing her makeup - a little more than usual. She put on her garter belt with suspenders, the white thigh high stockings and her black stilettos and then looked at herself in the mirror. It had always made her feel uncomfortable to look at herself like this: after all, she knew that vanity was a sin. But as her eyes swept down from the top of her head, she was struck by her own beauty: her high-set cheeks; cute button nose; kissable mouth; slender neck; breasts which obviously did not need any bra; big bright red nipples surrounded by large pink aureola's; tight belly; her pronounced sex; slender legs which looked much longer with the stilettos and stockings; and twisting her hips to see, a bottom which was made to be spanked (she blushed as she visualized that image with pre-teen girls doing the spankings). Slipping on her lace panties, her cream blouse and black miniskirt, Leslie looked again in the mirror. Pulled down as far as it would go, the skirt almost covered the tops of her white stockings, but as it rode up, she would be doing a sort of striptease, showing skin above the stockings and eventually the creamy alabaster of her naked thighs above, focusing attention toward the soft cleft at the apex of her thighs. In her bedroom, the outline of her nipples was visible through the cream blouse but that was all. She failed to realize that in the sun's light the blouse became somewhat translucent, presenting the color of her nipples and aureola to her impressionable and appreciative young students. Of course these clothes were something she would never dream of choosing herself. She certainly did not look like a schoolteacher, more like an expensive hooker, but the fact that Miss Wolfe had told her she had to wear them somehow removed the responsibility and allowed her to look dispassionately at herself. She had to admit that she looked provocative in a way that made parts of her tingle. Leslie drove into the school parking lot which seemed more crowded than usual. As she walked from her car, she felt everyone looking at her and some of the boys started whistling and cat calling as she walked past them. "Good morning, Mrs Gaye," smiled Mindy Holcomb, the seventh grade English teacher as she walked past Leslie. "Mrs Holcomb," replied Leslie a little self consciously. "My, my, don't you look... um... sweet," Mindy said with a grin as she looked Leslie up and down. "Um, thanks, Mrs Holcomb," replied Leslie a little self-consciously, her cheeks glowing. "Did I miss a change in the school dress code for teachers?" the woman continued sarcastically. "No, no," replied Leslie quickly, anxious to try to explain. "I am teaching a special class later today and Miss Wolfe asked me to wear this." "Oh," smiled Mindy as she walked away, "I thought this school might have turned into a whore house." Mortified, Leslie blushed as she watched the woman walk away, and then continued her walk from the lot towards the gym. To add to her embarrassment, some of the boys and girls walking by stared at her, making rude comments about her clothes Suddenly she found herself surrounded by four eighth grade girls in their cheerleader uniforms who came alongside and walked along with her. "We saw you yesterday. What's your name?" one of them, a dark-haired girl, asked. "Mrs Gaye," Leslie replied, startled by the girl's directness. "I'm Susie. You're beautiful!" the girl said and the others giggled. "Why thank you! You are very pretty yourself, Susie," Leslie stammered, looking around for some means of escape. The dark haired girl smiled happily, knowing that Leslie was not just being polite, as she was the hottest girl looking girl in eighth grade. "We saw you yesterday, Mrs Gaye." "You already said that, Suzie," Leslie said more firmly, "but I'm afraid I don't remember seeing you." "It was after school," the girl continued undeterred. "You had dropped one of your packages and we saw you pick it up." She paused. "We saw you without panties!" She paused again and then almost whispered, "We saw your cunt!" and the three other girls giggled. Leslie blushed bright crimson. "Susie!" she barked, "that's not nice thing to say." "Oh, yes it is. It was lovely, juicy cunt, and me and my friends want to see it again." "'My friends and I'" Leslie corrected, try to assert herself, "and well, you aren't going to!" She was aware that the girls were now crowding round her and she looked around anxiously. "Why don't you wear a bra, Mrs Gaye?" "I... I...." she stuttered and stopped. It was too complicated to explain and anyway, these girls wouldn't understand. "I asked you a question, Mrs Gaye," Susie said, her tone slightly threatening. At the same time, all four girls started touching Leslie before she could reply. "Stop that! Stop touching me!" Leslie cried as she tried to swat away the probing hands. "Your titties are beautiful too! Your nipples are red and pointy!" Susie giggled, ignoring her protests. "Stop it! I'll have you expelled!" Leslie shouted, realising only after she had said it how empty the threat sounded. One of the other girls was now flicking up the back of Leslie's skirt and peering beneath. She'd never seen an adult woman in thigh stockings except on the porn sites, and it was awesome. "Why are you wearing panties today?" the girl asked. "With the outfit you are wearing you look better without them, and it would be so easy to see your cunt!" "Stop it! Stop it! What do you think you're doing! I'm a teacher!" Leslie cried desperately, trying to bat away the girl's hand. Suddenly, as they came up toward the locker rooms at the end of the gym building, the girls steered Leslie away from the path and into the girl's locker room: it was the perfect place to get to know a teacher better, especially a beautiful blond one, with perfect boobies, thigh stockings, no bra, and a skirt which was short enough to play pussy games without even taking it off. Once the girls had pushed Leslie into the locker room and shut and locked the door, Susie asked, "What's your first name, Mrs Gaye?" Without thinking Leslie replied. "Leslie. Why are you taking me in here?" Susie set her backpack down and looked at her. "Leslie Gaye," she said to herself, and then cried out, "Hi Les-Be-Gay! I'm Susie as you know. This is Mandy. This is Julie. And this is Pam." She ran her hand down Leslie's neck and over her tits, causing the nipples to harden. "We're having a party this morning, and you're our adult entertainment. If we ask you to do something, and you don't do it instantly, we have to punish you, won't we girls?" All the girls nodded, pouting in mock sadness. Susie tweaked Leslie's left nipple. "We don't want to punish you, but if you are naughty little girl, we don't have a choice." She twisted the nipple gently. "Do we?" Leslie was silent, fearing anything she said would be an excuse for punishment. Susie looked at the others and clicked her tongue in disappointment. "Les-Be-Gay didn't answer me girls! How naughty is that!" she said and the others sighed and shook their heads. The girl tightened her grip of the nipple and Leslie gasped in pain. For the first time since she was kid and had gotten beaten up by the mean girls at school, Leslie felt afraid. She pressed her hands against the locker room wall and grimaced. Why was she so afraid? These were little kids for crying out loud and she was the teacher. Granted they were all tall for their age, but they were still kids. A sort of anger stirred in her, to fight the fear and muster the courage to speak out against the abuse. She gritted her teeth, clenched her fists and pushed off the wall. "You girls get to class right now, do you hear me?!" Leslie crackled. She knew that didn't sound all that convincing and she wished she could do it over again, but it was too late. Once again with both hands Susie pushed Leslie hard against the wall, slamming her body and her head against the cold tiles with a thud that took her breath away. She almost saw stars she hit so hard. A streak of real fear shot up her spine as she pressed against the cool tiles and raised her hands to protect her face. "Please stop pushing me!" she pleaded. "W-what do you want?". Oh God, she thought, she was actually begging these young girls. Her head turned and she peered at them through squinted eyes, becoming more fearful as they pressed in toward her until they were standing so close she could feel their breath. The cold tile wall brought out an unusual reaction in her body that caught her quite off guard. She felt her nipples become hard and press against the thin cotton of her blouse and just hoped they wouldn't notice. Susie grabbed her wrists and forced her hands down at her sides. "Keep your hands down, Les-be-gay," she growled. Leslie's heart was pounding. She couldn't understand how this could be happening to her, right here in the girl's locker room. Where was everyone anyway? Why weren't there other teachers or janitors to help? She could barely breath. Her fear was crushing her. These girls were very angry and very strong. Whatever they wanted she felt she had to give them or suffer some horrible fate. "P-please...don't hurt me...I'll do whatever you want, just please...don't hurt me," she begged again. She flinched when Susie reached up toward her face and felt the girl grab her shoulders and push down hard. "Get on your knees, Les-be-gay," the thirteen year old hissed. Leslie reluctantly relaxed her knees and slid her back along the wall. She felt her skirt catch on the tiles and stick, which caused it to stay up as her ass went down. Now her bottom was exposed to add to her humiliation. She closed her eyes, fearing what was in store for her. Her knees came to rest on the cold linoleum floor in front of Susie who was now looking down at her. Susie continued to push down on her shoulders until Leslie sat on her haunches and placed her hands on the floor to keep from falling. Leslie was scared and she feared the worst. She'd never been in such a submissive position before, ever, not even when she was teaching after school with Miss Wolfe. She wondered what they wanted, but didn't dare ask. She felt stupid for allowing it to go this far but now that it had, what was she to do? She couldn't even fight back from this position. She grimaced as the thirteen year-old grabbed her chin and forcibly jerked her face skyward. Squeezing hard on Leslie's chin, Susie instructed, "You're gonna do what I tell you. Understand Les-be-gay?" Leslie froze, her heart pounding so hard that she felt like her breasts were vibrating. "I asked if you understood, Mrs Gaye!" Susie asked, slapping her cheek. "Y-yes, I...I understand," whimpered Leslie. She felt Susie release her iron grip on her chin and watched the girl reached under her skirt, gasping as she lowered her panties to her knees and then let them free fall to her ankles. Leslie stared in disbelief. Oh no, she thought, this can't be happening. Surely she won't make me...do that, will she? Susie lifted her skirt up to her waist exposing her barely hairy pussy. With her left hand she grabbed Leslie's blonde hair on the back of her head and slowly pulled her face toward her glistening cunt. She pushed her hips forward until she could feel Leslie's nervous breath on her pubic hair. "Kiss me!" hissed the thirteen year-old. Leslie squeezed her lips tightly together and closed her eyes. `This can't be happening, this can't be happening,' she said to herself but she could smell the pungent aroma of the young girl's sex and wasn't repelled by it. She tried to resist the girl's grasp on her head but knew it was futile. She could feel the girl's soft pubic hair tickling her nose and she knew she very close. Susie had only asked her to kiss her, it could have been a lot worse, she reasoned, and the scent was so..... Leslie heard eighth grader whisper and she opened her eyes and looked up at her." Kiss me," the girl said, only this time her voice was soft and sexy and she smiled disarmingly. For some strange reason something unexpected took place just then: Leslie felt her resistance diminish and her body start to relax, and at the same time, she felt Susie's grip lessen. As she sat on her haunches in the girl's locker room, her face so close to a young teen's pussy that she could feel her own breath on it, she sensed something different about herself. As she looked up at her young tormentor, Susie quietly mouthed the words again, "Kiss me." Leslie didn't feel threatened anymore, a kind of peace came over her. She felt this was an easy thing to do and then it'd be over. She closed her eyes, puckered her lips and gently kissed the young teen's pussy. "There now, that wasn't so bad was it?" asked a satisfied Susie. Leslie felt a strange sensation race through her body as her mouth touched against the young girl's sex, against the soft downy hair and the slippery fragrant lips. She felt her nipples swell and press hard against her blouse, and her clit throb. What was happening to her? How could that be? This was a disgusting act...wasn't it? She had just been forced to kiss a teen's vulva in the girls' locker room and yet, she felt strangely aroused by the incident. She felt Susie softly caress her face and lift her chin up again. "You didn't answer me, Les-be-gay. I asked if that wasn't so bad?" Leslie sucked in her breath, not believing what she was about to say: she was going to tell this teen girl that kissing her there wasn't bad. Was this real? Was she actually doing this or was this some sort of bad dream? Was it God testing her, offering her the opportunity to sin? Even if it was, she felt an overwhelming urge to tell this girl that she didn't mind kissing her..... pussy. "No, it wasn't that bad," Leslie heard herself say in a dry mouthed voice as her eyes stared at the floor. There, she had done it. She had failed the Lord and given in to the steady pulse that beat between her legs. Now it's over. "You don't sound very enthusiastic," Susie said. "Didn't you like kissing my cunt?" Blushing, Leslie nodded. The girl bent forward until their faces were close. "Then tell me," she said softly. Leslie looked up at the teen and swallowed. "I liked kissing your... cunt," she whispered. "Good girl!" Susie exclaimed, patting Leslie's head, and then bent over and pulled her panties up tightly so that the material clearly showed the contours of her sex. She stepped back and Mindy moved over to stand in her place. The girl looked down at Leslie and then hooked her fingers under her skirt and pulled down her panties, letting them drop down around her ankles. "Kiss me, too, Les-be-gay," ordered the thirteen year-old with a grin. Leslie looked up at her and the girl smiled down. "Lift my skirt up and kiss me," she commanded huskily. Leslie reached up with her right hand and lifted Mindy's skirt, leaned forward and kissed her slit. "How was that Les-be-gay?" Mindy asked smiling down at her. "Good," Leslie said, blushing, the taste of the girl's cream on her lips. "Thought so," Mindy replied as she stepped back and Pam took her place, lifting her skirt and wiggling down her panties. "Me too, Les-be-gay," giggled Pam as she stood there with her hands on her hips. Leslie reached up, took hold of the girl's skirt, lifted it up, leaned forward and kissed Pam's hairless cunt. This time, there was no hesitation. Pam moaned softly as she felt Leslie's lips on her cunt. "How was that?" she asked. Leslie nodded. "Good." Last was Julie. As she shimmied down her panties, the other three girls stood behind her, watching. "Go on," smiled Julie. "You know what to do." Leslie leaned forward, lifted the teen's skirt and kissed her cunt, her mouth lingering slightly longer than needed. She pulled her head back and before Julie could say anything, Leslie looked up at her and said, "Good." The girls giggled and Leslie blushed. That wasn't so bad, she thought. "Stand up, Les-be-gay," Susie growled suddenly as she yanked up on Leslie's blouse, and when she did so, Susie pushed her against the wall again and held her there with her fist clenching her blouse. She leaned forward and drove her tongue into Leslie's mouth and swiped it around. The youngster purred, "Ooh, we taste good, don't we Les-be-gay? If I'm not mistaken, we taste of young teenage cunts, don't we? Don't we?!" she demanded with a jerk on her blouse. "Y-yes," whimpered an ashamed and humiliated Leslie, shocked by the sudden change in the girl's tone and before she could recover, Mandy and Pam unceremoniously pushed her toward a long padded bench, which she had to grab to stop her fall. Julie forced her down onto the bench on her front, pushed up her skirt and pulled down her panties to mid-thigh so that they sat just below her stocking tops. She raised her hand high and brought it down with a loud painful smack across Leslie's left buttock, leaving a red hand print. To Leslie's cries, Julie rained a series of slaps over each cheek until they were both a pretty and uniform red color. Pam came round to the other side of the bench, facing Leslie, squatted down and took her chin in her hand. "Open your mouth Les-be-gay!" she said sweetly. Leslie's mind reeled: her mouth tasted of teenage girl; her buttocks felt as if they were on fire; and she found herself staring at the outline of Pam's cunt beneath her damp panties. She felt overwhelmed and shook her head, making one last effort to resist. Pam raised her hand and slapped Leslie's face. Her mouth opened a little in shock and protest but Pam leaned over and flicked her tongue across Leslie's lips. She tapped the teacher's cheek with her open hand, over and over again, as she continued her tonguing, until Leslie realized she was waiting for her to poke her tongue out. Now Pam was flicking her tongue over Leslie's, and Leslie was flicking back. Watching them, Julie stopped smacking the teacher's ass cheeks, and now gently rubbed them. Once in a while she would stop to slip her fingers between the teacher's legs, scraping the entrance to her pretty cunt, then a bit more of a rub and a flick of the teacher's clit, or a poke into her wet defenceless slit. Mandy and Susie were not being idle. They were busy unbuttoning Leslie's blouse to free up those sexy boobies. They then lay beneath her and each sucked on a nipple, trying to get as much of Leslie's nipple into their mouths as possible, sucking on them, scraping them with their tongues, and nibbling them. Leslie grew more and more aroused, fighting against the inevitable which part of her longed for. Julie was now fingering her cunt in earnest, pumping her thumb in and out of the vaginal opening as she rubbed Leslie's clit with her middle and index fingers. "Gawd, you should see how cute her little anus is, and she's made it all creamy," Julie giggled as she poked her middle finger into Leslie's ass. "I can feel my thumb in her cunt." "Switch!" Pam shouted, and the girls all changed positions. Susie and Mandy who were attacking Leslie's tits were now at her pussy and mouth as Pam and Julie were glued to her titties, biting more than sucking. Susie pistoned her tongue in and out of Leslie's mouth, almost gagging her with it. Mandy had the middle finger of her right hand jammed into Leslie's anus, and was using third and fourth fingers of her left hand to slide in and out of her slippery cunt, rubbing back and forward over the woman's G-spot. There was nothing she could do, nothing she wanted to do except let them rape her. How could something that felt so good be a sin? There was no point in prayer, in calling upon God, when the mouths on her tits and the fingers in her cunt and asshole felt so amazing, and she welcomed the pleasure growing inside her. Her orgasm came fast and powerfully: the long finger in her anus and the pressure on her G-spot combined to rapidly send her over the top and she wailed loudly, her whole body arching and shuddering for what seemed like ages until eventually her muscles relaxed and she sank down onto the bench. Mandy pulled her fingers out of both holes and wiped them on Leslie's skirt, grabbed the teacher's panties and slid them down her legs and off, slipping them into her pocket without Leslie even realising that they were gone. The girls helped her stand up and then escorted her out of the locker room. "See you later Les-be-Gay" laughed Susie and her friends as they pushed her outside and slammed the gym door on her. At first, she couldn't get her bearings: it had all been so sudden and her body still throbbed with the aftershocks of her orgasm. A wolf-whistle pulled her out of her trance and it was only then that she realized her blouse was open, displaying her breasts to the whole school. Boys and girls had stopped and were staring at her. With fumbling fingers, she hurriedly did up her buttons and raced towards the school building, feeling the slipperiness of her cum on her thighs and realising that she was no longer wearing panties. Knowing the shortness of her skirt and with boys and girls whistling at her, she blushed furiously, unable to hide the humiliation she was feeling from being so exposed. Finally she made it to the building and hurried to the faculty restroom to fix her clothes and makeup, and to collect her thoughts. She had just been raped, by four thirteen year-old girls. She should be outraged, except she knew she was kidding herself: when they had started, she felt humiliated, but her orgasm was so powerful and she loved it. She looked in the mirror and tried to tidy herself as best she could. She knew that she looked like an abomination in the eyes of the Lord, a harlot, and she knew that she should be wracked by guilt, but somehow, even now her lust was spent, she wasn't. She felt humiliated and embarrassed but she was only doing what Miss Wolfe had told her: and wasn't that part of God's plan for her? Taking a deep breath, Leslie strode into the administration office but as soon as she entered the room went suddenly quiet and the staff and students turned to look at her. Seeing the sneers on some faces, she blushed, trying to pull down her ridiculously short skirt to cover her crotch. Mrs Wright, the principal, stared at Leslie for a long minute and then smiled. "Nice to see you this morning Mrs Gaye," she said. "I like your outfit, I wish some more of my teachers took an interest in their apparel as you." She looked around the office and several female teachers blushed and looked away, "Maybe we would get better attendance in the classroom," she added as she turned away and walked into her office. Seeing that Mrs Wright didn't reprimand Leslie for her clothes, the conversation started up again, but quietly, too quiet for Leslie to hear. "Err, Mrs Gaye," called the office secretary, "Susie here is late for class. Could you please escort her to her classroom?" It was only then that Leslie noticed the cheerleader who had raped her in the girl's locker room not more than fifteen minutes ago. "Um, sure, Brenda," stuttered Leslie. "Come Mrs Gaye," the cheerleader said politely, "please escort me to class." She smiled sweetly, a harmless, innocent thirteen year-old girl. As they both stepped into the hallway, Leslie took hold of Susie's right arm, stopping the teen. "That wasn't very nice of you girls," Leslie tried to say firmly, but the girl ignored her. "Escort me," commanded Susie as she yanked her arm back and walked on down the deserted hallway. "You look so much better without panties on Mrs Gaye," she added in a loud voice. "Give me my panties back," Leslie almost pleaded, scuttling down the corridor after her. "I don't have `em Mrs Gaye. I wish I did, then I could sniff them all day. You have one sweet smelling cunt." "Then which one of you girls does have them?" "I just don't know," Susie said sweetly. A helpless anger stirred inside Leslie: she knew she was being taken advantage of by the teen but she couldn't do anything about it. As they walked up to the classroom door, Susie stopped and pointed at her own mouth. "You know, the next time you kiss me, and there will be a next time, it won't be these lips you're kissing." She ran her tongue slowly and seductively over her lips. "It will be these lips," she giggled, grabbing Leslie's left hand and pressing it on her skirt covering her crotch. Leslie burned red and was about to say something but Susie added, "Maybe we should find a quiet out of the way place where my cunt and your mouth can get better acquainted?" "I don't think..." Leslie began but Susie interrupted. "Say, how much for an hour with your body?" the thirteen year-old asked as they stood in front of the classroom door. "What?" Leslie replied taken aback. "You know, how much for your services, your escort services?" giggled the teen as she lightly swiped the back of her hand over Leslie's blouse covered left nipple. "I don't know what you are talking about young lady, now get in the classroom," huffed Leslie as she brought her left hand up to cover her nipple. "Oh I think you do," Susie smiled as she quickly reached for the right nipple and gently squeezed under the blouse. Leslie batted away the girl's hand but Susie wasn't to be put off. "You see, you're, well, you're dressed as a whore, or at least a hooker, so I was just wondering..." "Listen..." Leslie said urgently as she took a step towards the girl, trying to intimidate her. "...Susie..." the girl finished for her. "...Susie... I am not a hooker or whore! This is for a special class this afternoon..." "Right, Les-be-gay," Susie sneered. "You're dressed that way for a bible class...!?" laughed the girl. Leslie's face burned but she didn't know how to respond. "Can't decide? Then how about a dollar for your escort services, Mrs Gaye?" Susie asked as she took a dollar out of a pocket in her cheerleader outfit. "Mrs Gaye!" yelled a voice from down the hallway and Leslie and Susie both turned round to see Mrs Wright. "Stop chatting up the girl and get on with your business please!" the principal ordered and returned to her office. Susie looked at Leslie and laughed. "Yeah, Mrs Gaye, stop chatting me up. You might give everybody the wrong impression." She leaned forward and kissed Leslie wetly on the lips, at the same time pressing the dollar into the shocked teacher's hand. Leslie unconsciously kissed the girl back but she tried to push the money back into her hand. "Take it Mrs Gaye. You're a whore and your escort services are worth at least a dollar." Susie said forcibly, glaring hard at Leslie as she emphasized the word `escort'. Leslie blushed and shrunk back before the glare of the youngster. Susie smiled, opened the door of the classroom, and with a wiggle of her bottom, walked in and shut the door behind her. Leslie stood there staring at the door. crumpled the dollar in her hand and then stomped down the hallway, `Oh that girl makes me so mad,' she thought, wondering what she was to do. She was so pissed that she didn't notice two wide-eyed sixth grade boys suddenly stand with their backs against the lockers as she walked past them, nor did she realise that they could see her smooth moist cunt as her short skirt flew up and down with each stride. As per the instructions that Miss Wolfe left on her desk the previous afternoon, Leslie made her way to the Art department. She had been told to collect a full size mannequin, preferably with arms, and take it to her class room before the end of the day. The Art teacher, Sandy Parker, twenty two and fresh out of college, was not amused at the way Leslie was dressed but the kids in class were laughing and giggling and pointing at her. "Say, Mrs Gaye," Miss Parker mused, "Seeing you dressed like this gives me an idea," "What idea is that?" Leslie asked cautiously. "I could always use a model for the kids' pencil drawings next week," smiled Miss Parker. "No, I don't think so," said Leslie rather huffily as she opened the classroom door. "Well not so fast, Mrs Gaye," the Art teacher responded, "I mean you are borrowing one of my mannequins...?" "So...?" Miss Parker walked over to her. "Well if you want something from me then it's only fair that I have something from you." She touched Leslie's arm and smiled suggestively . "Oh come now... you can't...?" Leslie's eyes got big as she began to realise what Miss Parker meant. "You can borrow my mannequin but I need a `live' model for next week's lesson." `Oh no' Leslie thought to herself, if she refused then she wouldn't be able to use of mannequin for today's class and that would make Miss Wolfe really mad. "Okay," said Leslie with a despairing sigh, "I am late now as it is Miss Parker, but I let me see what my schedule is next week..." "Don't worry your pretty little head over it Mrs. Gaye," Sandy interrupted. "You don't need to check your schedule, I'll clear it with Mrs Wright. I will get a couple of pupils to take the mannequin over to your classroom." She turned to her students who were still staring at Leslie. "We are all looking forward to seeing much more of you next week." With the class grinning at her, Leslie turned several shades of red but nodded her head as she turned and walked out of the classroom. `YES!' the art teacher thought to herself as she watched Leslie walk away, her skirt flapping over her bare ass. The next thing on the instructions from Miss Wolfe meant that Leslie had to go to the gym. After her humiliation with Miss Parker, she wondered what awaited her there and as soon as she entered, she found out: the sixth grade boys and the coach, Jim Harding, whistled as she walked across the basketball court, trying to hold down her skirt. Some of the boys called out names like, "Hooker, whore, street walker," and one yelled out "How much?" which, much to Leslie's horror, made the coach laugh. She tried to ignore the cat calls as she asked the coach if he could deliver one wrestling mat to her room by the end of school. "Yes of course," he said cheerfully. "Miss Wolfe told me you would be wanting one." With relief, Leslie turned, but the coach continued, "Not so fast Mrs Gaye." "Now what?" asked Leslie tersely, her frustration building. "I'm doing a favor for you so you need to do a favor for me." For a moment, Leslie couldn't imagine what the PE teacher would want her for, but she was beginning to learn how this place seemed to work. "Okay, what?" "The boys here need a little... um... ah..." Jim looked embarrassed as he nervously shuffled his feet. "Come on, out with it" Leslie said, surprised by her own forceful tone. "Well, they need a little motivation doing their exercises..." "So...?" "You're in very good shape Mrs Gaye and if you could demonstrate the proper techniques of various exercises to the boys that would certainly motivate them." "I don't know any exercise techniques, Mr Harding. I don't even workout!" "Not that you need too, Mrs Gaye, but, whatever exercises you come up with I am sure the boys would follow along." Leslie turned and looked at the boys standing behind her. They were all smiling and nodding their heads and Leslie shrugged her shoulders, "Okay, but let me clear it with Mrs Wright..." "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that Mrs Gaye, I will talk to Mrs Wright," interrupted the coach, smiling at her. With the gym class of boys staring at her, and the coach's sickening smile, Leslie turned red again: there's that `pretty little head' again. She looked down at her feet, nodded her head and stomped out of the gym. As she walked back down the hallway, Leslie realized that Miss Wolfe had just put her on display to most of the school, and worse, she had just volunteered herself to two classes, both of which she guessed would require her to expose herself even more. She burned with shame but she realized she had nobody to blame but herself. Why was her cunt so wet then? When she walked into her classroom for study hall one of the kids had written "whore" on the board just behind her desk. Leslie was going to erase it but realized that it was written just a little too high on the board so that if she tried to erase it her short skirt would rise up giving her young pupils and clear view of her naked ass. She decided to leave the word on the board, despite the class looking on, and blushed as she sat down. "Quiet kids!" she barked in her teacher's voice as the class started to snicker and whisper, but the kids seemed to ignore her which, to her amazement, made her even more wet between her legs. As the class wore on, an unusual number of pupils asked for Leslie's help with their work, causing her to walk around the room answering questions out of the text books about different subjects they were having problems with. It didn't take her long to work out why: alongside each desk, she had to bend forward to see what the `problem' was or to check the textbook, offering those behind her the perfect view of her ass. No, not just of her ass: she knew that each time she bent forward, eager eyes behind her would be able see her reddened swollen labia nestling between her gleaming thighs. By the end of class her crotch was wet, very wet and she was horny and could do nothing about it. As the kids filed out of the room Leslie wondered how this could be happening to her, getting wet and flustered around pre-teen boys and girls. It was something to do with knowing she was putting herself on display but being unable or unwilling to do anything to stop it. The school bell rang again and more boys and girls entered the room for the second study hall. As before there were snickers and giggles and Leslie realized too late that she should have erased the word on the board after the end of the last class. Now here she was sitting at her desk with "whore" written behind her and there was nothing she could do about it without further humiliation. At lunch time in the faculty lounge all the seats and couches were taken by the teachers so Leslie had to stand at the small kitchen counter and eat her lunch. She was very uncomfortable standing there: her crotch was wet, she was still frustrated, the male teachers were eyeing her constantly and the female teachers were whispering amongst themselves. She was embarrassed and self-conscious about her clothes but could do nothing about it. As soon as she could, she finished her lunch and realized that she should have gone back to her classroom to eat like she always did. Since the first day of school this term the teachers and administrators stayed away from her and she away from them. She heard the whispers behind her back about her pastor husband: it was like it was happening all over again, the whispers and the slight shaking of the head, and she didn't want to believe it and she certainly didn't want to be a part of it. Leslie took a deep breath and stood up straight. She would do whatever it took to stay here, so with resolve, she walked out the faculty lounge, ignoring the other female teachers giving her disgusted looks.