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   Faculty Adviser Chapter 6

   When Leslie got to her classroom she moved one of the desks next to the
whiteboard, stood on it and erased the word, `Whore'.  She moved the desk
back in place and her eye was caught by the PC in the back of the room, the
one she used for the lesson plan, the one that had access to the internet.

   She looked at the clock on the wall and then checked around the
classroom: she had a little time before the lesson began, time to take a
peek at those nasty porn sites again.  She sat down at the PC and typed in
the address of a BDSM site she had memorized.  She tried to convince
herself that this was part of her work, but by the time she had logged in,
her moistening slit revealed the truth.  She looked at the video clips from
the site: women were tied down, or secured uncomfortably to odd metal
frames, but most were smiling and laughing and being fucked by either a man
or another woman, or even both.

   Leslie took a deep breath: she was frustrated and her crotch leaked
wetness.  Did she like this sort of thing?  Watching women being degraded
and humiliated?  What about those thoughts that crept into her mind where
she imagined it was her?  Wasn't that why she kept going back to the site,
because it made her ooze creamy excitement?  Wasn't that also what happened
in school, when the pupils.....?

   The school bell rang, making her jump.  She shook herself to clear her
thoughts, turned off the computer, and stood up as behind her she heard the
pupils arriving.

   With the class full of girls seated she looked out over the eager faces.
"Today's sex education class is on the sex act, where a man puts his penis
into the woman and deposits his seed into her vagina to produce a baby,"
Leslie exclaimed to the class.  She brought up a series of slides of
representations of male and female genitalia, and the steps from conception
to childbirth and beyond and used a wooden pointer to point to specific
parts of the body or what she thought were matters of interest for the
students.

   However, it seemed that their interest was elsewhere and Leslie could
hear snickers and giggles.  The fact that her nipples were trying to burst
out of her braless blouse was not lost on the class, with a few girls
somewhat aghast and the rest absolutely delighted.

   The girls in the front seats though, had an even more enjoyable view. 
From the angle of the low seats, Leslie's five inch stiletto heels raised
her to the perfect height for her panties to be visible under her
miniskirt. Only, she was not wearing any panties.  These lucky girls were
able to see those perfect legs, clad in white stockings that came to mid
thigh, giving way to her alabaster thighs, to her pussy lips, still open
and swollen from their assault that morning by the four cheerleader girls.
The miniskirt, drawing attention to, rather than hiding Leslie's sex, only
made the view more erotic.

   Unaware of the peepshow she was offering to her young charges, Leslie
was explaining how the husband's penis hardens in response to sensory
stimuli.

   "Like seeing a woman's cunt?" asked Rhonda, one of the girls in Leslie's
after school special class whom she knew only too well.  Rhonda was a thin
redhead, 5'1, already sporting b-cup breasts and sexy hips.  She had a
freckled impish face, and liked to shock.

   "Rhonda!  That's rude, it's called a vagina!" Leslie admonished the
girl. "But yes I suppose that can be arousing for a man..."

   "And a woman," a girl added from the back of the class.

   Leslie gulped.  "Ah, okay, yes, a woman too..." She was momentarily
thrown off balance but continued.  "Once hard, the penis can enter the
wife's vagina..."

   "A cock," another girl added and there were giggles.

   "What?"

   "Once the cock gets hard, it can enter a woman's cunt." another girl
stated.

   "Or a teen's!" someone shouted.

   "Or a tween's!" called out a young looking girl at the back, to the
class's cheers.

   "No," Leslie shouted above the girls' laughter.  "Sex should only be
between man and a woman who are husband and wife, and when his penis gets
hard it can enter his wife's cunt... I mean, vagina."

   "How about pussy, then?" a girl over on the side said to more laughter.

   Leslie blushed, knowing she was in danger of losing control of the
class. "Settle down girls."

   The noise subsided and the class went quiet.

   Leslie took a deep breath and continued.  "And after continued stimulus,
the sperm is expelled from the testes, via the penis, into the cervix,
where it can fertilize the egg."

   Another girl sat up, "That means the cum is expelled from the balls, via
the cock, into the cunt, where it feels good!"

   The classroom erupted in laughter and Leslie could only stand at the
front, embarrassed.  She should send the girl to the office but she was
trying getting her class to participate in the subject and in a way, they
were.

   After a minute Leslie clapped her hands.  "Quiet girls, settle down, now
pay attention."

   The class went quiet again and when they had settled, Leslie turned and
pointed with her ruler to the various diagrams projected on the whiteboard
from the PC.  The steps started at the bottom of the screen and moved
through to pregnancy, childbirth and breastfeeding at the top.

   As she stretched up to point to the top three diagrams, her miniskirt
raised higher and higher, until the whole class was looking at the sweep of
her stiletto heels through her sexy stockinged thighs directing their gaze
to her bare bottom and her exquisitely inflamed pussy lips visible from
behind.

   Rhonda stared at the pouting slit.  Leslie was her favorite teacher, the
one she fingered fucked to orgasm and whose tits she had played with and
kissed yesterday.  She was the hottest teacher in the school, parading her
naked smooth cunt for the pleasure of her pupils, even though half the time
she didn't seem to be aware of just how much she was exposing.  Now as she
gazed at that delicious cunt, Rhonda wondered if she could get her clueless
teacher to give them even more of a show.

   "Mrs Gaye, how does breastfeeding work?"

   Leslie smiled, pleased that Rhonda seemed to be interested.  "Well, when
you have a baby, your breasts start producing milk which your baby drinks."


   "Can you show us?" Rhonda asked eagerly.

   Leslie blushed.  "Well, I can't really because my breasts don't have any
milk!"

   "Still, can you show us how it would work, if say I was your baby?"
Rhonda asked, smiling.

   "Well you would latch onto my breast and suck.  The milk would come out
and you would get your nourishment."

   "Can I try?"

   "Of course not, Rhonda!" Leslie gasped, suddenly aware of her swollen
nipples.

   "Please?" Rhonda begged, turning round and grinning at the girl's. 
Someone called out "Feed baby Rhonda" and suddenly the whole class was
chanting in a low voice, "Feed Baby Rhonda!  Feed Baby Rhonda!"

   Uncertainty gripped Leslie again: she ought to stop this and bring the
class to order, but at the same time, the girls really did seem to want to
see the process and they were actively participating in the class.

   The chant from the class grew and began to echo in the corridor, just as
Miss Wolfe was walking past the classroom door, which was slightly ajar. 
She stopped and pulled back a little so that nobody in the class could see
her standing at the edge of the doorway.

   As the chanting continued, Leslie relented.  "Okay Rhonda, come up here.
I'll sit on the desk here so I'm the right height." She levered herself up
onto the desk and spread her legs a bit for support, and the girls' eyes
all opened wide in response to the open smooth crotch now deliciously
displayed.

   Miss Wolfe grimaced: she knew where this was headed and it wasn't good.
She quickly turned and walked down the hallway to the office.

   Rhonda stepped up to her teacher and started to slowly undo her blouse.
Momentarily shocked, Leslie grabbed her hand but then realised that this
would be necessary for the demonstration, and allowed the young girl to
continue to undo the buttons.  Rhonda smiled at her as they both looked
into each other's eyes.

   With the blouse unbuttoned, Rhonda slowly and sensually slipped it off
her teacher's shoulders and off her arms, and gazed on those magnificent
boobs, the ones she had sucked yesterday.  Leslie trembled slightly as the
garment fell from her arms onto her desk, and she felt a familiar throb of
excitement as she watched Rhonda staring at her tits.  Sensing the sudden
erotic charge in the classroom, the girls fell quiet, watching the drama
unfold before them.  One or two hands strayed down between slippery thighs.

   After a few moments, Rhonda moved to Leslie's left side, and used just
her mouth to take the swollen nipple between her lips and she started to
suck it enthusiastically.  As she did so, Leslie felt giddy with sexual
excitement and moaned loudly.  The other girls looked on in wonder,
shifting their gaze between their teacher's spread pussy, her bare breast
and the way that Rhonda feasted on her tit.

   "What if you had twins?  How would that work?" asked Rhonda's sister,
Jodie.

   Finding it hard to think, let alone talk, Leslie said that one baby
would be on each breast.

   "Rhonda and me are twins," Jodie said gleefully," so I should be on the
other side!"

   "Rhonda and I!" panted Leslie automatically.

   Jodie took that as "Yes" and got up and went straight to Leslie's other
breast, using her hand to lift the tit-flesh and then latching on with her
mouth and palate, squeezing with her fingers as she sucked.

   Her tit-play was much more overtly sexual than Rhonda's, flicking the
nipple with her tongue, and pinching it between her fingers as she sucked
and licked.  Rhonda, not to be outdone by her sister, let her hand slip
down to Leslie's stockinged thigh and then slowly edged up toward her
golden triangle.

   Leslie was beside herself in breast-stimulated lust, and could do
nothing but moan in response to the double assault, any thought of the
lesson evaporating.  And now there was a hand sliding up over her stocking
tops and resting on her wet swollen pussy.

   Rhonda hesitated: she was about to finger her teacher's beautiful cunt
right in a classroom, during a lesson, but behind her were a whole lot of
girls whispering, "Do it Rhonda!"

   It was all she needed.  She sucked a bit harder on that beautiful nipple
and pushed her index finger deep into Leslie's cunt.  Rhonda was almost
crying with excitement as she started a slow, sensual, finger-fuck of her
teacher's cunt, witnessed by every girl in the class and Leslie did nothing
to stop her.

   When Jodie saw what her sister was doing, she dropped her hand to
Leslie's lap as well and added her middle finger to Rhonda's, the two
sisters fucking the two fingers in and out together.

   As the twins accelerated their assault, Leslie's breathing became
shallower and faster, her eyes started to glaze over, and then suddenly she
was cumming, shouting, "Don't stop!  Oh, fuck don't stop!  Keep
finger-fucking me you dirty girls!  Oh Gawd Yes!  Fuck!  Fuck!  More!  Bite
my nipples hard!  Oh my fucking Gawd!  Harder!  Ooooh, Yes!"

   Jodie removed her mouth from Leslie's tit.  "Tell us what you are Mrs
Gaye," she asked seductively as she continued to finger Leslie's cunt.

   "Yea, teach," added Rhonda.  "Tell the class what you are..."

   Leslie couldn't think straight.  Both teens were fucking her cunt with
their fingers, she was beside herself with lust and the only answer she
could come up with was, "Whore... a whore!" she repeated.  "I am a dirty
whore!"

   All the girls, including the seven girls in the after school special
class, were totally shocked and delighted by the teacher's amazing
proclamation and her use of the word `whore', not to mention the exciting
vision of the twins seducing the teacher in front of everyone.

   For a few moments, the twins returned to sucking their moaning teacher's
nipples, but they looked up at each other and some silent communication
passed between them.  Still slowly finger-fucking their teacher's cunt,
they let go of her breasts, leant across her panting body and passionately
kissed each other in an equally shocking public declaration of incestuous
lust.

   While the class was so absorbed, Miss Wolfe returned to the doorway and
then sneaked unseen into the back of the class.  She was both exhilarated
by the scene which was unfolding, but also very concerned that Leslie would
get into trouble for having sex with her students.  If any of the class
blabbed, especially the religious girls, that could easily destroy all the
work that had so far gone into the carefully laid project of the school
district.

   Suddenly the bell rang, bringing the class out of their trance.  Miss
Wolfe set some things down and came to the front of the class, taking
control, and the girls could tell at once that she was pissed.

   "Girls, girls, attention please!" she cried, clapping her hands.  When
there was silence, she paused, staring hard at the class.  "As we all know,
teacher's can't have sex with their students during class time, so, is
there anyone here who would like to see your teacher, Mrs Gaye, dismissed
for play acting like a common whore during this sex education class?"

   The girls stared back at her in silence and Leslie averted her eyes,
blushing deep red as she picked her blouse up.

   Miss Wolfe looked around the classroom.  "Anyone at all?"

   Everyone, even the five religious girls, was shaking their heads.

   "Very well, girls, in that case, I would like each of you to sign this
statement on your way out." She put a single piece of paper and a pen on
Leslie's desk.  The paper simply said: 'We were very disappointed that Mrs
Gaye did not teach the Sex Education class today'.  Each girl dutifully
signed the paper as they left the classroom.

   Leslie stood next to her desk, the reality of what had just happened
slowly sinking in: her cunt was a swamp and her erect nipples still
glistened with Rhonda and Jodie's saliva.  She started buttoning her
blouse, staring at the floor in acute embarrassment as the last of the
girls filed by.  When the classroom emptied, she glanced at Miss Wolfe and
said, "Thanks, I, um, I'm sorry, I got a little carried away."

   For a moment, Miss Wolfe just stared at her and when she spoke, her
anger was obvious.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!  Gawd damn it Leslie, you know that
you could get into trouble for having sex with students in your teaching
capacity?  Fuck!  Which is why you're a fucking faculty adviser and I'm the
teacher for the special sex class, or have you fucking forgotten that?"

   "I said that I was sorry," Leslie replied contritely as she straightened
her blouse, avoiding the woman's eyes.

   "Fuck!  What the hell were you thinking you stupid idiot?" asked Miss
Wolfe as she walked over to her.

   Leslie had never felt as humiliated as she did now.  "I really am sorry
Miss Wolfe," she sobbed, "but my, um, urges got in the way of my common
sense." She looked down at the floor in shame, thinking how stupid, stupid,
stupid she had been and wondering how she kept getting herself in so much
trouble.

   "When are you going to learn?" Miss Wolfe almost yelled, standing right
in front of the blushing teacher.  Leslie was almost twenty years older
than Miss Wolfe but she felt like a child standing there in front of her.

   "It seems to me that all you really understand is punishment and
discipline!"

   "I... I... don't know what you mean," Leslie replied nervously, still
not looking directly at her.

   "Take your blouse off!" commanded Miss Wolfe, "and put your hands behind
your fucking head!"

   "What?" Leslie's eyes suddenly got big.

   "Do it now Leslie, I am not fucking around with this," Miss Wolfe yelled
as she grabbed the pointer from the desk.

   Leslie quickly unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor then
put her hands behind her head, fear in her eyes.

   "Stick your fucking tits out Mrs Gaye, NOW!"

   Out of fear, Leslie straightened her back and stuck her tits out and
Miss Wolfe quickly brought the pointer stick down on Leslie's left tit.

   [Smack]

   "Oww!" screamed Leslie as she brought her hands down to massage her left
breast.  "What the hell are you doing?  That hurt!"

   "Shut the fuck up Leslie.  You need to be taught a lesson because you
almost fucked the whole program with your little stunt... Now put your
fucking hands behind your head or I'll add five more swats."

   Hesitantly, Leslie raised her arms and immediately, Miss Wolfe brought
the pointer stick down on her right breast.

   [Smack]

   "Oww, gawd damn it, that hurts," cried Leslie as she started to bring
her right hand down to sooth the red weal on her skin, but Miss Wolfe swung
the pointer around and smacked Leslie's ass.

   [Smack]

   Leslie jumped in surprise and moved away from her tormentor.

   "Stand still you stupid whore!" Miss Wolfe shouted.  "The sooner you
learn your fucking lesson the sooner this will be over." She swung the
pointer to the front and struck both Leslie's tits.

   [Smack]

   "Oww, stop it, please, this hurts," cried Leslie, sobbing as she
massaged both tits.  "I learned my lesson!"

   Miss Wolfe walked quickly to the back of the classroom and took out a
three foot tall pink foam-rubber cone hat out of her bag of things.  She
walked up to Leslie and stared at her.  "Put this on," she ordered, holding
it out.  Leslie looked at it and her eyes got big.  "Go stand in the corner
facing the fucking wall, and think about how you almost fucked up the
special sex class..."

   A feint feeling of rebellion stirred in Leslie.  "I am not some little
kid that you can order around," she said, standing her ground.  She looked
at the hat again.  "There's no way I'm gonna wear this thing." Around the
base of the cone were the words `MRS GAYE'S DUNCE CAP'.

   Miss Wolfe smiled.  "Fine, you whore, then I will continue to fucking
swat you until you have learned your fucking lesson about not having sex
with girls in your capacity as a teacher..." She raised the pointer again.

   "Okay, okay," Leslie cried, holding up her hands.  "I will stand in the
corner, just don't hit me again." She sobbed and bent over to pick up her
blouse.

   "Leave the fucking blouse!" ordered Miss Wolfe, slapping the pointer in
palm of her left hand.  "And put on the fucking hat."

   Leslie walked over to the corner of the room, adjusting the hat on her
head and completely failing to realize that where she was to stand was in
full view of the classroom door.

   "How long do I have to stand here?" she asked, facing the corner wall
and massaging her breasts.

   "Until I tell you otherwise, Leslie, and don't you dare turn the fuck
around." Miss Wolfe smacked her hand with the pointer to emphasise her
point, making Leslie jumped slightly, and then walked up behind her.

   "Put your fucking hands at your sides and don't fucking move, understand
whore?"

   Leslie gasped.  "Yes, I understand," she said, almost in tears, " but
you don't have to be so mean about it."

   "Next time, I'll make you stand fucking naked in this corner," Miss
Wolfe whispered as she leaned in and stuck her tongue in Leslie's left ear.
She flinched and Miss Wolfe brought the pointer up and smacked the back of
Leslie's head.  "I said, don't move, whore."

   Leslie nodded her head and Miss Wolfe brought the pointer up and smacked
the back of Leslie's head again.

   "Don't move I said," Miss Wolfe almost whispered again.  "Say, `I
understand Miss Wolfe', go on say it."

   "I understand Miss Wolfe," Leslie sobbed.

   With that Miss Wolfe turned and walked out of the room leaving the door
open.  It wasn't long before kids walking by the classroom stopped and
stared at the pretty teacher standing in the corner facing the wall,
topless, wearing stockings, a very short skirt and a cone shaped hat that
proclaimed `MRS GAYE'S DUNCE CAP' on it.

   Leslie could here giggles and whispering behind her and she was
embarrassed.  She desperately wanted to turn around and tell the kids to
get to class but the problem was her crotch was wet again, excited for some
reason, and something told her not to.  She had messed up very badly and
didn't want to get in trouble again.

   Staring at the corner in front of her, she thought about what Miss Wolfe
said.  Did she really like discipline and punishment?  Is that what made
her horny all the time?  Was she like those women on the BDSM sites who
enjoyed that kind of stuff?  She felt so conflicted.  And what about God?
She felt suddenly guilty because she hadn't thought about him or asked for
his guidance and love in her predicament.  Then a shameful thought came to
her.  What if there was no God?  If there was a God, would he allow this to
happen?

   The school bell rang signaling the lesson end but Leslie still stood
obediently facing the corner.  She heard the kids talking and laughing as
they walked by the door on their way to their next classes until the bell
rang again and the hallways cleared.

   Miss Wolfe walked back in the room and said, "Okay, you can turn around
now." She watched as Leslie turned around and took the cone off her head, a
blush of humiliation written all over her face, and she smiled.  `This has
really turned Leslie on,' she thought to herself.

   "Now write on the board, `I am a Whore' five times," ordered Miss Wolfe
as she stood next to Leslie's desk.

   "What?  I'm not a whore," protested Leslie weakly.

   "Hmm, I thought you said you were during the class?"

   "But...'

   "If you want, we can go to Mrs Wright's office and we can bring those
girls in and ask them?" offered Miss Wolfe as she leaned against the desk.

   Leslie fidgeted and looked down at the ground, defeated.  "No need," she
said with a shrug and picked up the marker.

   "In big letters all the way across the board," ordered Miss Wolfe as she
stood there with her arms crossed.

   Leslie nodded, walked to the board and wrote the statement, `I am a
Whore' all the way across the board, her eyes misty with tears.  She
wondered how things had gotten so out of hand.  Was her fault?  How come
God didn't stop this?  Her next thought made her ashamed: `Because there
was no God, that's why,' she thought.

   As Leslie started writing the fifth line Miss Wolfe sat down in Leslie's
desk chair, pulled her skirt up and took her thong panty off, dropping it
on the floor.

   Leslie finished writing the last line and looked over at Miss Wolfe
sitting in her chair with her crotch exposed.  "What are you doing?" she
gasped.

   "Get under the desk Leslie," Miss Wolfe calmly ordered, ignoring her
question.

   "What?  You're crazy, I'm not getting under my own desk, especially
as....." Leslie waved her hand in the direction of the woman's thighs and
then crossed her arms across her chest.

   "You are and you will because I don't think you have the proper fucking
appreciation of what you did!" hissed Miss Wolfe as she sat forward in the
chair.  "Thanks to you, the special sex education class was almost
canceled,"

   "This is too much, I won't do it," Leslie replied with tears in her eyes
as she took a couple steps back.

   "Then hand me the pointer," Miss Wolfe said, holding out her hand.  "I
think about twenty swats on your lovely titties should be a proper
indication of your regret."

   Leslie's eyes darted between Miss Wolfe and the pointer.  Defeated, she
shrugged her shoulders and walked slowly over to her desk.

   "Crawl under the desk like a good little girl," Miss Wolfe instructed as
she rolled the chair just a little bit out of the way.

   Leslie knelt down with tears in her eyes and backed herself under her
desk, having to squeeze past Miss Wolfe's legs to get under it properly.

   Miss Wolfe looked down on her.  "No need for tears Mrs Gaye, this won't
hurt." She paused and smiled.  "Well, maybe your pride a little."

   Leslie's desk was short in width so her feet, ankles and mid calf's
protruded from the front of the desk.  She was clearly visible, and anybody
who had noticed Leslie's stiletto heels today would know that it was her
under there.

   "Now, lick, nibble and eat me, like a good girl," Miss Wolfe said
huskily, taking hold of Leslie's head and directing her mouth.

   Having watched a lot of porn clips on the internet PC in her classroom,
Leslie knew what to do and above her, Miss Wolfe's eyes fluttered as Leslie
applied her tongue and lips to the woman's cunt.

   Four seventh grade kids, two girls and two boys who were on their way to
the office, stopped at the doorway when they noticed Miss Wolfe giving
encouragement to whomever was under the desk.  The twelve year-olds stared
mesmerised at the woman's legs sticking out from under it while above Miss
Wolfe writhed and panted.  She saw the kids in the doorway watching, but
made no effort to send them away, simply winking and smiling at them.

   Miss Wolfe mashed Leslie's face into her cunt as she squirmed on the
desk chair.  "Very good Mrs Gaye, you're a good...  little...  cunt... 
licker," she said, loud enough so the watching kids knew who it was under
the desk.  She emphasized the word `cunt'.

   Miss Wolfe let go of Leslie's head for a moment and asked, "Are you a
good little whore?"

   "Yes," Leslie gasped between breaths.

   "Say that out loud for me," demanded Miss Wolfe as she stroked Leslie's
hair.

   "I am a good little whore," Mrs Gaye replied loudly looking up at Miss
Wolfe, her lips slippery and glistening.

   "Are you a good little whore for the school?" There were now a handful
of kids crowded in the doorway of the classroom.

   Leslie hesitated and looked away.

   "Come now, Mrs Gaye, no need to be embarrassed or ashamed.  Now look at
me and just say it out loud," Miss Wolfe said softly, smiling.

   Leslie turned her head back to Miss Wolfe.  "Yes!" Leslie raised her
voice so everyone could hear it.  "I am a good little whore for the
school!"

   Miss Wolfe smiled and leaned back in the chair.  She put her hands
behind her head and opened her legs wide.  "Carry on then whore," she
ordered, smiling at the kids, and Leslie leaned forward, licking and
sucking on the woman's clit as she brought her left hand up to finger her
cunt.

   "Oooh, wow, very good Mrs Gaye, you're ... doing this all... on your
own, I... am... impressed," Miss Wolfe moaned as she leaned forward and put
both hands on the desk, close to coming now.

   Something primeval seemed to have taken hold of Leslie: driven by the
taste of the woman's cunt she sucked and licked and finger-fucked,
desperate to make her cum.

   "Ah yesssss, you cunt sucking...  whore... Fuck yesss, that's it... lick
me... ahhhh, fuuck... yesss, yesss, yesss!" yelled Miss Wolfe, as the kids
at the door watched her orgasm with fascination.

   Miss Wolfe slowly leaned back in the chair, taking deep breaths and
regaining her composure.  She reached under the table and pushed Leslie's
head away which caused it to bump the bottom of the desk, "That was very,
very good whore..." she panted.

   "Thanks," mumbled Leslie as she wiped the cum from her mouth with the
back of her hand then rubbed the top of her head.  The kids dispersed from
the classroom doorway, giggling and talking excitedly about what they had
witnessed.

   Miss Wolfe rolled the chair back a little and leaned forward.  She took
Leslie's chin in her left hand and lifted her head.  "You're a very good
girl when properly motivated Mrs Gaye," she said softly.  "I really enjoyed
what you just did."

   Leslie blushed and tried to look away but Miss Wolfe held onto her chin.
"I will, um, how do I say this?  I will need your special tongue skills
from time to time." Tears formed in Leslie's eyes and Miss Wolfe softly
smiled.  "No need to get upset Mrs Gaye.  What you did for me was a
beautiful thing that one woman does for another." She paused.  "I would
really like it if you could do it again for me sometime?"

   Leslie noticed the softness that had come over Miss Wolfe as she stared
down at her.  Her request wasn't a demand, it was a request that Leslie
could say yes or no to.  Almost without thought, she nodded her head.

   "Good girl," Miss Wolfe said as she stood up and straightened her skirt.
She put her hand on the desk and leaned over to look down at Leslie.  "Now
to finish your punishment Mrs.  Gaye, you stay under the desk until the
bell, then you will meet me in the special class..."

   "Okay" replied Leslie as she slunk back under the desk.  There was no
point in protesting: she knew she had to submit.

   "Oh, and don't worry your pretty little head over your, um, incident
today with your class, Mrs Gaye, I am sure the girls won't say
anything...!"

   "Thanks" Leslie said meekly, blushing brightly.

   "By the way, those clothes simply look great on you," laughed Miss
Wolfe. "You pass for a whore for sure."

   "Please don't say that," begged Leslie from under the desk.  "You know I
am married and..  and my husband's a pastor, and, um, if he found out...
well."

   "Not to worry sweetie," Miss Wolfe said, patting her on the head before
pushing the desk chair up to the desk.  Leslie could hear her heels
clicking on the floor as she left the classroom.

   Leslie silently cried to herself.  She just couldn't figure out how
things had changed so much so fast.  The last several days had been very
fun for her and she learned a lot, but now?  Leslie shook her head and
wondered if she had changed in some fundamental way.

   `No, I am not a lesbian, I am married, I am not a whore, I'm a teacher
and I like men not little girls' she whispered to the empty room, but no
matter how hard she tried to convince herself, her hard nipples and her
throbbing clit told her she was lying.