Title: Annie's Panties Author: Phoenix Arrow Part: 1 of 1 Keywords: f/F, F/F, blackmail, reluctance, spank, humiliation Redistribution: Only for personal, nonprofit use. Short Summary: An experienced teacher and her wise school principal seem to have the problem of their lives at making little Annie behave! Just how low will they get to succeed? ****************************************************** Please, if you are under the age of 18, don't read this material. Just wait a few years and you'll be all good and legal for this kind of stuff. Now for the rest of you, Enjoy! Phoenix Arrow - PhoenixArrow2000@yahoo.com More Phoenix Arrow Stories Available at: /files/Authors/PhoenixArrow/ ***************************** "Annie's Panties" By Phoenix Arrow She was the kind of girl that could make a grown woman cry and masturbate at the same time. No matter how many years I've been doing this, there's always one bad apple. One boy or girl who just can't stop from getting under my skin. And it's always the same. Spend a few weeks TRYING to being nice to them hoping they'd improve, then eventually threatening them in one way or another if they don't. Most of the time this works well enough. The brat cools it and I can teach in peace and quiet. Then there are those special few. Those kids who not even I can deal with on a normal level. That's when they're sent off to the 'EVIL' principle. You'll never see eyes get any wider, and faces any paler than when you threaten a student with a one-on-one meeting with Mrs. Polk. Usually this simple threat is enough for them. The mere mention of her name sends chills down their spines. Mrs. Tracy Polk was an intimidating woman. In her 50's, you could tell she had grown up in tough times. Being almost 6 feet tall, she was definitely an imposing presence on anybody, let alone a misbehaving middle schooler. I have actually felt sorry for a few kids I've sent her way, knowing that they were in for tough times. Then one day that intimidation, that fear, that almighty power of control vanished. POOF! Her name was Annie. It's strange to have a name like that. You hardly even hear it anymore, except in old movies. But that was her name, with red hair to boot. I can still remember that innocent, cute face she batted at me that first day of classes. But sadly it was not meant to be. It's a shame really. She could have gotten a lot of leeway out of me if she had only not been so damn testy, always bitchy, always looking to get onto my bad side. No matter how hard I tried to keep settled and composed, I'd always end up debating the silliest of things with her. "No Annie, you may not talk with Katie during a test", "Please Annie, don't just go to the restroom with out asking for permission," "No you cannot do a better job teaching than I!" Ok, so she never actually said that last one. I would have thrown her cute little ass out of my classroom if she did. But every time I wrote on the board or lectured or anything, there would be that look on her face. A look that clearly spoke: "Miss Anderson, you really don't have any idea what you're talking about do you?" Bitch! I should have put a stop to it early. Those first few weeks of looks and disturbances should have been dealt with quickly and harshly. I shouldn't have tried to be so damn patient, so nice. I shouldn't have allowed myself to get so effected by her. One month, then two months passed before I realized I couldn't allow this girl to continue tormenting me like this. How can you be expected to teach a class when one of your students thinks you are one of the stupidest people in the world? It's just so damn provocative! Yes I admit it. It was a huge turn on, all of it. From the moment she first questioned my lectures I felt that tingling down between my legs. Bratty girls just do that to their teachers, male or female. Most of the time we are able to hide it; to act professional and stern. But then again we've never seen a girl like Annie. Exactly two months to the day classes first began I visited Mrs. Polk at her office after school. I knew that if Annie continued her confrontations with me, I would be in BIG trouble. I told Mrs. Polk all about my problems with Annie and asked for her advice. Of course I left out the little part about getting turned on. Mrs. Polk and I have a long and respected work history together. I joined the school three years after Mrs. Polk became principle and since then we have both gotten along really well. I respect her decisions unequivocally and I'm sure it's vice versa. So the day I came to her with a problem, she knew it was something serious. She told me that the very next time Annie acted out of place in class I was to send her without another thought to the principal's office. Immediately I knew Mrs. Polk would put the little brat in her place when given the chance. I went home feeling quite assured that day, and NOT horny as hell like in past days. I just didn't need that kind of sexual tension in my life from a hellish teenage girl. Mrs. Polk didn't have to wait long for her first introduction to Annie. It was two days later while I was giving a lecture about newly found vitamins in fruit that she crossed the line. I won't say what it was that she did, but it was enough for me to stomp my foot on the floor and point at the door. Even Annie knew it was time to visit the school principle. I almost felt bad for her. I could see the uncertain look in her face as she made her way out of the room. She wouldn’t be able to get under Mrs. Polk's skin quite as easily as I. Most of the day Annie did not return to the classroom. I could just imagine the scorning she must have been getting. But I was much more satisfied at actually being able to teach in peace. No kids taunting me, no one thinking they were better than I. Yet with an hour left to go in school, Annie came back to class. It was odd the way she looked. On one hand she looked apologetic, yet on the other.... In hindsight I should have been more concerned about that first meeting with Mrs. Polk. What did she do to Annie? How did she try to convince Annie to behave? Yet what ever Mrs. Polk had done with Annie must have worked. For the rest of that final hour, Annie's behavior was like night and day. No outbursts, no looks, no arguing, no nothing. I know it was only an hour, but I fondly remember going home that evening feeling very satisfied about the whole situation. Thank you Mrs. Polk! For two weeks this new attitude seemed to remain. I was worried in the beginning that it wouldn't last, but by the end of the second week I was back to my normal self in class. Then it didn't last. Something must have happened after that second week because Annie was back to her old self. I was quite disappointed by this development. I was hoping her visit to Mrs. Polk would be the end of our problems. After a few more days of bratty behavior and general disturbance, I was back at Mrs. Polk's office to vent my frustrations. At first Mrs. Polk thought I was there to give her good news, but when she learned of Annie's reversal, she seemed to get very upset. I could tell she was 'personally' offended that a student had not learned her lesson on the first visit. She looked into my eyes and assured me that Annie would behave herself. Again, like the last, I went home feeling assured. The next morning Annie wasn't in class. I figured Mrs. Polk had called her straight into her office before school could begin and must have been giving the young tart the ear full of a life time. After two hours, Annie graced the class with her presence. Yet unlike the first time when she returned with an apologetic look on her face, this time it seemed to have been replaced with mild humor. Then again, there was still that something else... One week, then two weeks came and went just like the last with Annie behaving like a good girl in my classroom. I couldn't have been happier. Mrs. Polk had kept her word and I was teaching an orderly class. Yet..... I should have seen it coming. Looking back I really should have seen how it was all unfolding. The way Annie was playing us like a fiddle and we play the fools. None of us saw it until it was too late. If only I could have figured it out sooner. Some time during the middle of the third week 'Annie the Good Girl' again became 'Annie the Sexy Brat'. Like the sexual frustrations of previous month, again I was finding myself getting wet every time I turned my back to write on the board, listening to her whispers, her giggles, her very being. After several more days, I was again turning into a complete mess in her presence. "Annie, please have mercy on me!" I wanted to cry whenever I'd hand her back a paper with a sub-par mark on it. My knees feeling all weak as she looked at me disapprovingly. It took a lot of will to turn my back to her and move on. Why did she have to disrespect me so? Why couldn't she just behave like a normal middle school teen? And why wasn't she behaving like Mrs. Polk had promised to me so sincerely? After a few more days of this torment I had no choice. After school I reluctantly made my way to the principal's office. Inviting me in, she had me sit across from her desk and gave me that bright hopeful smile. The smile that told me she was just sure I had come to give her good news. Of course I had not. When she heard what I had to say, a look of tremendous hurt and disappointment came across her face. "But....But she promised!" I looked at her curiously as Mrs. Polk's voice trailed off, not understanding what she was referring to. But after a moment she managed to recompose herself enough to brush the odd comments off and informed me that she will 'personally' make sure Annie behaves herself from now on. And that this time, things would be different. The word stuck in my mind the whole way home that Friday. What did that mean 'personally'? Mrs. Polk had never needed to emphasize anything when discussing student's behaviors. On this trip home I no longer felt absurd, only very worried. But what can I say; Annie had been personally corrected. I don't know what that meant, but for the next month there was not one single thing I had to complain about. Like the breath of fresh air the other two times, this streak of good behavior was a blessing. No weak knees around class, no leaking vagina, no anything humiliating. I was a teacher. Several times I had gone back to Mrs. Polk to thank her profusely, applauding her tactics and wishing she would tell me what she had done. The first time I had done that, she was actually worried I had come with more bad news. I was almost afraid to give her the good news I had and the relief she showed me upon my words was really unexpected. After all, this was Mrs. Polk. She eats girls like this for breakfast, why shouldn't she expect good behavior when she 'personally' sees to it, what ever that means. And that's exactly what I tried to find out, but to no success. Every time I would ask her she would wave her hand and tell me it wasn't any of my concern. As long as Annie was behaving, I should be happy. The only thing I did manage to pry out of her was that Mrs. Polk had tried a different tactic than normal, one where she works with the child to better understand her needs. Good enough for me! Strange, but good enough for me. As Mrs. Polk had said, as long as Annie was being good Annie, I should be happy. I totally respect that woman. Someday I hope to be just like her. A stern, strict, respected middle school principal. I told you that this latest good behavior lasted for a month. Actually it lasted a little bit longer than that, but it was at the end of that month that I learned just how much of Annie's 'needs' Mrs. Polk sought to understand. You see every month we have a teachers conference, held in the conference room. Every month Mrs. Polk leads the session about the goings-on of the school whether it be about the need for new supplies or teaching awards, or what ever. Only this time Mrs. Polk wasn't there on time. Actually she was only about 5 minutes late. Not a biggie, and not something most teachers worried about. Yet, you see being the Principle, she's ALWAYS there at least 15 minutes early to the meeting and being 5 minutes late was, well... I was not overly concerned as I made my way to her office to see what was keeping her. Surely she had good reason. Upon arriving to her room I found the doorknob locked, yet the door had not been completely closed properly. As I slowly pushed it open, the scene I saw through its cracks had my breath slow to a silence. "Let's go Mrs. Polky, I'm waiting!" I stood there at the door peering into the room as Annie defiantly stood before Mrs. Polk's desk, her hands at her little hips, her words still echoing off the book covered walls. Sitting at her desk, looking quite worried was her middle school principle. Did Annie just call her 'Mrs. Polky'? "Miss Green please, I have a teacher's meeting in a minute, do we really have to...." "I really don't want to repeat myself. Or do you want me to start behaving badly in class again." I could instantly sense Mrs. Polk's worried face turning to slight panic. "But Annie, I've done everything you've asked, there's no need to..." <SLAP> I gasp and throw both my hands to my mouth in unbelievable shock. In a flash Annie had stormed over to Mrs. Polk and SLAPPED her clear across the face. How dare she! Surely Mrs. Polk won't stand for... "Owww....I mean Miss Green. I'm so sorry..." I couldn't believe the sight I saw from my stern boss. She was almost cowering in her seat, staring up in fear of this...this..child, tears swelling in her eyes. "Stop crying you old bitch. I don't care about your stupid little teacher's meeting. Up in front and on your knees, NOW!" If I could put another hand to my mouth I would have. Mrs. Polk almost tripped over herself scurrying to the front of her desk, beside the teen half her size. In another second she was kneeling in her brown power suit, onto her knees, looking up at Annie and waiting. "Get to your hands." Mrs. Polk quickly lowered her upper body to the ground as well, so that she's now resting ridiculously on her hands and knees. Then, as if nothing were odd about it, Annie straddles her principal's back. Taking a moment to get comfortable by wiggling her butt, Mrs. Polk grunts with discomfort at having the teen on her back. With her butt comfortably atop her principal's back, Annie gathers Mrs. Polk's hair into her hand as a harness and kicks the adult's thighs with her sneakers. Like a dream I watch the normally intimidating middle school principal instantly spring her legs into action, crawling around her office like some stupid pony for the bratty bitch. Her head held back by the pull on her hair, Annie was giggling the whole time, kicking her sneakers painfully against Polk's thighs. All this in her suit no less. "Your getting pretty good at this Tracy. Pretty soon you'll be able to crawl right out of this office and right down the halls. Wouldn't that be so much fun?" I could see Mrs. Polk's face turning red with embarrassment as she continued to crawl around her office floor. Not even I dared to call my boss by her first name, yet here Annie was saying just that! "I have a good idea! Why don't we just crawl right out of this office right now? Since you soooo much want to go to that stupid teachers meeting!" Mrs. Polk stopped crawling and began to frantically shake her head. "Nooo, we mustn't. Please Miss Green, this is just to remain between us. I would lose my job if people discover what we do." There was now a look of true panic on Polk's face. "But there's nothing wrong with what we do. You're simply helping to assure that I remain the best little girl I can be. So what if your so desperate to keep me behaving that you'll be my little pony bitch." "Miss Green, please don't call me that. Its not appropriate..." Annie gave a quick kick to her principal's thighs and good tug of her hair. "I didn't tell you to stop Polky, keep moving! And I'll call you what ever the hell I want. Besides, you like it when I call you my bitch, don't you Tracy?" Mrs. Polk didn't answer, only continuing her ridiculous crawling around the office. Her knees must have been awfully soar from rubbing against the thick office carpet. "I asked you a question pony, do you like it when I call you my bitch?" I quickly shut the door before I can hear Mrs. Polk's answer, allowing it to lock as intended. I had heard enough! I simply didn't want to see any more. I couldn't bear to watch my boss and mentor surrender her dignity like that to a child any longer. This was all too much. How could it have happened? Why couldn't she have demonstrated her superiority over this little girl? I must be dreaming! In a daze of confusion and heartbreak I turned around and swiftly walked back to the meeting room, where all the teachers were waiting and looking at their watches. A few of them had seen me and notice the disturbed look on my face. I didn't even realize I was on the verge of tears. Yet not knowing what else to do, I assured them all was alright, and just that....well....Mrs. Polk would be a little late. Sure enough, ten minutes later Mrs. Polk came into the room. Despite looking a little disheveled, you wouldn't have known she had just spent the last 20 some odd minutes being a pony to a student. Who knows what else they did after I left. Even her reddened knees could not be seen under the conservative long skirt that was a staple of the older woman's suit. The next day in class I watched Annie in a different light. She was no longer a simple little brat whose girlish ways made my tempers flare and cunt wet. Now she was a simple little brat who rode my boss around like a pony to 'keep' my cunt from getting wet! Of course today she was acting the perfect angle. I hardly had any problems with her. Even when she noticed me looking her way more often than usual, she paid me no mind. She seemed quite content with leaving me alone. And why shouldn't she? As long as Mrs. Polk served Annie's perversions, she was going to behave herself. It was all just sick. How could Mrs. Polk have agreed to such a thing? What ever happened to that tough woman who sent meaner and bigger girls and boys screaming home to mommy? Was this the only way she could make the brat behave? Resting on the wall in her office is a paddle. A thick mean looking thing that reminded me of times when they were used without reservation. Back then, if a child stepped out of line they'd get a wallop of a life time. But today if you so much touch a kid the wrong way your fired. But Mrs. Polk always told me she's just inching to try it out again on some brat who thinks she's too good for herself. Wasn’t Annie such a brat? And what was all that about Mrs. Polk enjoying being Annie's 'bitch'. Was she making that up? Or did Mrs. Polk really enjoy being in such a humiliating position? All these questions swirled through my head as the days continued. Despite her good behavior I would struggle through each class, finding myself stupidly fumbling through my lectures every time my mind drifted back to yesterday afternoon and what it really took to keep Annie sitting there with her mouth closed. Sometimes I wanted to confront Mrs. Polk, to ask her what she was thinking. To be so weak to a girl almost 4 times younger than she was. To explain how this is not the way to instill discipline in a child. What better way to disrespect authority than to turn the school's principal into a pony, and that's exactly what Mrs. Polk had allowed to happen. But how could I confront her? I felt more embarrassed about revealing my discovery that she would for actually being caught. And then there was Annie. Should I confront her? Could I demand she stop her aggression towards Mrs. Polk? Did I have the guts? Yet then she might start miss behaving all over again. And then what? What would I do? How would I make her behave? Would she also try to turn me into her bitch? Would she want to ride me like a pony as well? I squeezed my thighs together imagining myself crawling around in my own classroom, Annie sitting up high on my aching back, kicking my thighs as I hurriedly scampered around the room on all fours like a fool. "Yes Miss Green, I'm your Bitch!" I moaned at the thought and felt my pussy spasm. It was at that moment I realized why Mrs. Polk was on her knees that day. Because she indeed wanted to be little Annie's Bitch. To surrender control and authority over to a little bratty girl who thought she was better than you in every way. To push away all that you've worked for to become her pet pony. I wanted to be her pet pony. I wanted her to look at me, command me sternly to my knees, to climb over my spine, kick her dirty girly sneakers into my thighs and send me off crawling around in my own classroom, telling me just what she thinks about me and my stupid lessons. "Mind if I sit here Karen?" I snapped out of my daze, looking to my side at the woman standing next to me. It was Janice, Miss Graff as I called her. Sue me for still following the old code of respect in a name. I nodded to her, a piece of lettuce still on my raised fork. I had almost completely forgotten that I was in the teachers lounge during lunch, lost in my thoughts of ponies and little vixens. I could still feel the buzz of rubbing my thighs together under the table fading away. Smiling, Janice took the seat next to mine, placing her lunch on the table. Miss Graff was a modestly pretty woman, if a bit shy. I had always attributed that to her being a newbie to the teaching profession, only working as a teacher for four years. We rarely spoke, and I just assumed she preferred to keep to herself. "Is everything alright Karen? You seem...preoccupied." Was it really that obvious? Normally I had no intentions of discussing my problems with a freshman teacher. I had been working in the field over 15 years under one of the best Principals in the district and she a mere beginner. But I was in a rather fragile mental state, actually considering thoughts of being a pet teacher pony. I looked at her and shook my head no! "Well what's the matter then? Anything I can help you with?" "Its...one of my students. She keeps on...misbehaving..." "Oh I see. I hate those. You think students would come to school hopping to learn, and all they can do is cause trouble. How long has she been giving you fits? Three, four days?" "Since the beginning of the school year!" Janice paused for a moment to see if I was joking. "The whole year???" I nodded with a little shame. "You can't tell me that you've aloud a child to disrupt your class for the whole year? You must have done something?" "Well, yes I have. I've sent her several times to Mrs. Polk...and she's...resolved the issue!" "Then that's that isn't it? From what I've heard around here, all the students fear her. Surprised it took more than one visit to get your student in line. So why still the worried face?" "Because...I...feel as though she's doing all the...dirty...work for me." Miss Graff gave me a curious look, "Don't be silly. If you were having problems with a child, it makes sense to send her to Mrs. Polk to be set straight. I'm sure what ever she's doing to that girl to keep her in line is the right thing to do." Now it was my turn to give her a look, which she thankfully didn't catch. "You have a thing for this girl don't you?" I gave her a double take and almost forgot to breath, "Excuse me?" "You're troubled because you want her to succeed and she keeps on getting into trouble. Needing to be sent to the principal where you can’t help her. I truly admire that!" I just looked at her with my mouth open. "If you care this much for her, then you should indeed take on more of a role in her behavior. Give Mrs. Polk less 'dirty work' to do and get her to behave your way." Gosh bless her naive heart. She had no idea how right she was. I did care for Annie. I cared how much she treated me like crap. I so wanted her to use me as her outlet of behavior and NOT my dear respected Principals. Why should she get...all the fun of being toyed with by such a wonderful girl? I was her teacher. It should be ME on my hands and knees, being called Annie's BITCH! I should be the one making her behave. I WANTED to be the one making her behave. I could have kissed Janice on the lips for helping me see the light, though I don't think she would have appreciated it. However, when she saw my reaction she seemed most satisfied. I thanked her repeatedly for her advice and I never saw a teacher beam with such a smile. If she only knew what I intended to do to make Annie 'behave'. My cunny swelled at the possibilities. Now I now I should be ashamed of myself. This isn't the way a teacher solves a troubled student. It's not normal to encourage dominance in young girl over an adult woman. But I simply couldn't take it any more. I wanted her to make me her bitch, her pony. To ride me around in my classroom, call me names, to laugh at my authority. I wanted to be like Mrs. Polk and loose my face in her eyes, if anything to save what's left of my boss' dignity. I knew there would only be one way to do it. "Annie, please stay behind after class today. There is something we need to discuss." I didn't even look her in the eyes as I said it. Too nervous, I stared at her sneakers. A couple hours later the end of the day had come. I was visibly fidgeting in my chair, wondering if this was the moment my life would be turned upside down. Hoping it would. "Miss Anderson, you wanted to see me?" Her tone was smothered in attitude, and it made me shiver. "Yes, we need to talk about you're...<I gulped>...behavior." "Is there a problem with my behavior?" Her face stared at me with total superiority, daring me to utter my disapproval of her behavior. My mouth was very, very dry. "Yes...you see I've noticed that you seem to still have an attitude when ever I teach class. I feel that you don't respect my...position as your teacher." "And that bothers you?" The gall of this brat. To ask me such an obvious question. But of course I had to stupidly answer it. "Yes Annie, it does bother me." She took a step closer to my desk, making me feel that much more intimated by her presence. "You know there's only one way I'm going to behave myself Miss Anderson. Do you want to know what that one thing is?" In that moment I squeezed my thighs together under the table just as a trickle of moisture ran down my lips. This was it. It was finally going to happen. She was going to tell me to become her....her... "Yyyyes, tell me what will make you (gulp) behave?" I held my breath. "Say please!" I stared at her, puzzled by the response. "Excuse me?" "Just say please Miss Anderson. Say: 'Please Annie, can you start behaving in my classroom.'" What else could I do, I did as she suggested. "Ppplease Annie, can you start behaving in my classroom!" "Ok Miss Anderson. I'll behave. Is that all?" I dumbly shook my head, too confused to know what else to do. With that, she cheerfully bounced out of the classroom. What had gone wrong? Why didn't she try to make me her....her Bitch? As absurd as it was for me to be disappointed, I was terribly. Never had I expected her to actually agree to behave. And all with me saying please. I occupied my seat for another ten minutes, letting my pussy cool down as I contemplated where I now stood. Things just didn’t make sense. Did she not want to dominate me? As I finally left the room, I just managed to catch little Annie exiting Mrs. Polk's office down the hall. I carefully watched as I saw her bouncing down the hallway in her shorts, her cute little butt shaking only the way young adolescent girls could. She had been with Mrs. Polk hadn't she? Teased and humiliated by boss instead of me. A growing sense of rejection and anger filled me as I briskly marched down the hallway and burst through Mrs. Polk's door without thinking. Sitting at her desk, with her hands to her face was the middle school principal, and my boss, Mrs. Polk. I just barely noticed something pink in her hands when she heard me open the door, and quickly pulled what ever it was away from her face and under the desk. "Yes hello Karen. Can I help you with anything?" I just stood there for a moment, unsure what exactly to say to her. There were so many approaches I wanted to take. Should I confront her about Annie? Or should I simply ignore it like before? "I...I just saw Annie leaving your office." Mrs. Polk’s eyes widened at the mention of the young girl's name. "Yes, well she was in here asking for....feedback on her behavior." I knew it was a bold face lie, I could see it in her face. "And what did you tell her?" I could actually sense a bit of contempt in my voice. She paused for a moment in worry. The look on her face made her look more like a child than a female in power. The look lasted a few seconds before she seemingly snapped back into thing, remembering that she was the principal of the school. Her eyes narrowed a bit and I saw a shadow of the firm bitch that was Mrs. Polk. "Miss Anderson, is there something that I can help you with?" "Well, I just thought I should let you know that Annie has been acting up again recently." Instead of a look of disappointment like last time, this time her face showed indifference. "Yes...I know. She told me." "She did? And did you do anything about it?" "I...well...she...." That fake facade of strength in her eyes was falling away fast, again taken over by the child from within. It was at that moment that I caught sight of the object that was now resting on Mrs. Polk's lap. She had unknowingly pushed her chair back just enough for me to see. They were a small pair of cute blue panties. When she noticed the shocked look on my face, she immediately pushed her chair back in, but the damage had been done. "What is that?" I yelled, pointing at the desk. "Uhhh...nothing...their nothing." "Those are panties aren't they? Annie's panties at that." Mrs. Polk shook her head furiously, desperately attempting to deny the undeniable. "No...no...no..." "And you were shoving them in your face! Rubbing them across your nose....smelling them!" A look of complete discussed was on my face. I was so angry with her. Angry at her for allowing herself to be so humiliated by a girl. But also envious that it wasn’t me who was the one chosen to be humiliated. "Give them to me!" I demanded. Reluctantly she pushed her chair back slightly, and with a look of defeat I had never before seen in another woman, she held up the panties. Snatching them in my hands, I immediately turned them over to look at the back of the waste band. Sure enough, written in small letters was the name Annie. I again spit a venomous look at my boss the principal. She was holding her head low in shame. "How could you?" She looked back up at me with tears in her eyes. "What ever you're going to call me, its true. I'm a horrible, horrible woman." "I sent Annie to you to be disciplined over a month ago, and all you were able to do was become her...her..." Should I say it? Should I admit to what I had seen? "HER PONY!" All the blood seemed to drain from her face at that moment. As if her life was now over. Somebody had seen her antics with Annie. The jig was up. "Please Karen, don't tell anyone. I couldn't control her. She forced me to become her.... Please, you have to understand...." I cut her off "You're a grown woman! How could a teenage girl force a fifty year old woman to do anything?" Again she looked down. "It was the only way she would behave. I tried to intimidate her, to get her to be a good girl in your class. But she was so difficult, so testy. She refused to listen to anything I would say. She even laughed at me Karen...LAUGHED AT ME when I began pleading with her to behave." I could see tears starting to form in her eyes. Tears of self pity and something else... "She was just so mean. She would call me all sorts of names, horrible names. She said I was nothing but a lonely old....dyke, who liked to watch young middle school girls for a living." "Why didn't you just stop her? Threaten her with explosion? Call her parents?" "Because...because..." The lost look in her eyes told me she was fishing for a reason. The truth of the matter was she didn't have one. She probably enjoyed being talked to like that. Insulted by a snotty, bratty girl. Being called an old lesbian who lusted after the panties of young teens. So I stopped her. Released her from the burden of having to admit it to me. There is a look of momentary gratefulness on her face. "So was that the only way you could make her behave in my class? By letting her ride you around in your office?" The resumed questioning brought her sadly back to the moment. "NO, that wasn't until later when she still wouldn't behave for you. No that first time in my office, after she had finished laughing at me, having me on the verge of tears, she told me of the only way she would behave." I stared at Mrs. Polk, waiting for her to tell me how it all started. "I had to....kiss her calves." My left eyebrow lifted at the odd statement. "She told me the only way she would behave like a 'good girl' was if I, her 'big bad lez principal' got on my knees, crawled to her, and kissed each calf." A tingle went through my body as I thought of how that must have looked. Young girls have such attractive legs, and being told to plant a kiss on such pretty calves must have been simply irresistible to the desperate older woman. So I didn't blame her when she explained to me how she got to her knees. How she crawled around her desk, to the feet of the standing teen. How she looked up at the knowing, superior smirk, before placing a moist kiss on each tender calf that lingered a bit longer than was necessary. "But I made sure she promised before I did it. That she would behave herself in your class and not make any more trouble." "And did she?" I asked, my tongue dry from listening to the tail of submission. "She did, she promised she would. So I kissed her. She giggled the whole time, which only made me feel worse. Never in my thirty years of being in public education had I ever allowed a student to gain the upper hand of me. Yet there I was, kissing her pretty little calves just so she would behave." It was at that moment that I noticed her left arm moving slightly in an irregular pattern. It quickly dawned on me what she must be doing underneath the desk. The bitch had her hand up her skirt and was fidgeting herself off as she told me her story. Another look of discussed came over my face as it hit me. But I no intention of saying anything this time. I wanted to hear every single word she had to say about Annie and how deep this rabbit hole was. "But she didn't behave did she? Annie lied to you!" <Sniff> "She did. She was a good girl for about a week, but she had no intention of staying that way. She later told me so. Instead you sent her back to me." I began feeling that guilty vibe run through me. That I had in part contributed to Mrs. Polk's humiliating ordeal. Now she was telling me all about it, sitting at her desk with her fingers rubbing her clitty, with tears of shame running down her cheeks. "This time, when I asked her what went wrong, she just laughed at me, telling me how stupid I was. Calling me a stupid old cow. She made me cry Karen. Me, Mrs. Polk, a fifty-year-old woman crying like a little girl. I just sat there at my desk for over ten minutes sulking as she continued to rain down insult after insult. I was powerless to stop her." I noticed that she had picked up the tempo under her power suit. She was now vigorously rubbing and her voice was visibly strained. "Finally I completely broke down. I begged and begged for her to stop; to please be nice to me and be a good girl once again. She laughed while I begged, making me feel that much more stupid. Then she told me to stand up. On shaky legs I did as she asked, anything to get her to stop taunting me. She moved over to the door to lock it, before making her way around the desk at my side. She pushed the chair further back and told my to crawl under the table. I didn't know what else to do, so I did. Before I knew it, I was under my desk, staring back at Annie's slim white legs." My mouth was now painfully dry. Despite being anger and jealous of Mrs. Polk, I couldn't stop thinking how incredibly hot her story was. The whole time she spoke, I imagined it was me who this was happening to. Me who confronted Annie a month ago and demanded she behave. Me who she got on my hands and knees and kissed her sweet tender calves. Me who had to crawl under my classroom desk and..... "Then I watched as she slowly lowered her shorts to her sneakers. Staring back at me were those same blue panties. Sitting down, she pulled the chair against the desk, trapping me underneath between her legs. All I could do was stare at her crotch. I could distinctively see the out line of those tender lips through the thin material. It just looked so...so..." "Heavenly" I whispered to myself. "Not even her attractive thighs could take my stare away from the covered sex. Then I felt her hands taking hold of my hair. I did little to stop her as she guided me up against her mound, my lips just gracing the fabric. She seemed to hold it there, savoring the power she now held over me. Imagine, brazenly holding your school principal's face up against your very own crotch, knowing you held all the power. Gosh was she ever in control. You should have smelled the power in her musk, which was quickly filling up my lungs. She was definitely calling the shots. Not me the school principal, but her a mere student." By now little whimpers and cries were escaping from Mrs. Polk's lips as she told her story; her fingers constantly moving faster and faster. Sweat now covering her forehead, adding to the moisture already on her face from the tears. "Then she commanded me to taste her. To be a good adult and touch her adolescent sex with my tongue. I timidly stuck it out, dabbing it carefully up and down her panty covered crotch. She began giggling that wonderful, horrible giggle of hers as she felt me tickle her pussy. It wasn't long before her panties were soaking. Either from my tongue, or her pussy, or maybe both." I looked down at the panties in my hands. Realizing that they were the same ones she was talking about. They where dry now, but I found myself caressing them between my fingers as Mrs. Polk spoke. "It must have been a couple of minutes until she finally pushed my head back. I watched in awe as she lifted her little bum off the leather chair and yanked the panties down those attractive thighs, past her cute knees, down to her sneakers to join her shorts. Instantly the small cavity underneath the desk flooded with her sent. The sent of power, of control, of a teenage queen. I stared hungrily between her legs, at her now uncovered bare pussy. It only had a few wisps of pubic hair. My gosh Karen, you have no idea how pretty it looked." "I can imagine!" I caught myself uttering under my breath, licking my lips at the same time. "I waited obediently for the inevitable grabbing of my hair. Then she spoke the words I will never forget. Holding my face just in front of her sex, she uttered 'Come Mrs. Polk, time to make me behave!'" "And you made her behave didn't you, by giving a student oral sex!" I spoke with venom, but Mrs. Polk was already too far gone in the stimulation of her own sex to care what I thought, only agreeing with me. And she no longer even tried to hide what she was doing under the desk. She had hiked her skirt up around her waist, with her panties pushed to the side, shamelessly playing with herself in front of me, the tears never ceasing. "Yes, yes. I licked her vagina. I licked it for all I was worth. She promised it would make her be nice to me and make her behave in your class; that she would now become a 'good girl' if I licked her. All my years of teaching and principal experience and the only way I could make a little middle school girl behave was to stick my tongue inside her pussy." My own pussy was now dripping, tingling with the erotic submissive buzz of Mrs. Polk's tale. I knew I couldn't stand there much longer, or else I would end up doing what she was. Worse yet, I couldn't bear to watch her any more. I couldn't bear to watch a fifty year old woman cry and masturbate at the same time while describing her down fall to a fourteen year old girl. Balling up the pink panties in my hand, I threw them down onto the desk and ran for the door. The last sight I saw was Mrs. Polk's head quickly lowering to the table, nose resting onto the crotch of Annie's panties, her fingers a complete blur between her legs. Racing down the hallway I heard the unearthly cry of perverted release, the type that no woman ever has the right to feel. The drive home was pure torture. My cunt wouldn't stop itching. It was all I could do to stop from reaching down in the middle of traffic to relieve myself. I couldn't help it. What Mrs. Polk had described had totally turned me on. I knew very well it wasn't all her fault for what she had allowed Annie to do to her. I knew I would have probably done the same. I wish I had done the same. I so wish it could have been me. If I had only been confident enough to take Annie on myself in the beginning, I would be Annie's little pet pony teacher! Even so, I still gave Annie a window today, a chance to confront me in class and turn me into her humiliated pig. But she didn't take it did she? No I guess she already has Mrs. Polk under her thumb and there's no need for a simple teacher like me to waste her time with. No need to ride me around the classroom like a pony when she's got the leader of the school. Gosh, are my thighs getting sticky. Of course when I did finally get home, I gave in to all the degrading imagery Mrs. Polk had spoon fed to me. I had barely closed my apartment door before falling to my knees, hiking up my dress and stuffing my fingers into the tops of my panties. Mmmmm Annie! At the next teacher's meeting, Mrs. Polk was again late. No doubt she was finishing up one of her sessions playing horsy with Annie. Seeing her come in the conference room this time was the hardest thing to do. It was the first time she knew I was aware of what had been going on. For the days after her sniveling confession in the office, I had purposefully avoided her, not knowing what to say. I figured she must not have told Annie about our unscheduled meeting, since the little brat showed no indication that she knew of it. I was both disappointed, and relieved that she had backed up her promise to behave. Since my halfhearted plea, she was actually doing just that, behaving in class. Never before in my life would I ever have thought I would be disappointed to have a student actually listen to me. Every day I would lecture in class, frustrated that I couldn’t become what Mrs. Polk had become. I was no longer afraid of looking at Annie any more. Instead I would constantly peek over in her direction, occasionally catching her eye. Every time I would give her the same look. A longing, almost begging look. I didn't even know why I was still trying. Not only was it wrong, but it was obvious she didn't even want me. Yet every time I did catch her eye, my heart leapt. Maybe this time she'd get the hint. Maybe this time she'll realize I can be a Mrs. Polk to. But every time the expressionless look on her face never change. Just indifference. Indifference to me, indifference to my teachings, indifference to my....desires. So as Mrs. Polk entered the room, hair slightly ruffled and face slightly blushed, the first person she noticed was me. We both exchange unsettling looks. I could tell she was worried. Not just what Annie was doing to her, but that I would tell someone. I knew I never would. As unmoral and humiliating as it was, I couldn't turn her in. Not after I had been responsible for sending the bitch to her in the first place. So when I gave her a warm smile, she seemed to relax a bit before beginning the meeting. That's pretty much how the next couple of weeks went. Every day Annie was behaving in class, I knew she was still paying visits to the principles office. Mrs. Polk for her part tried her best to act as if everything was normal, but her antics with Annie were having a toll. It was becoming obvious to some of the other school faculty members that something wasn't right with the principal. Mrs. Polk simply wasn’t doing her job as effectively as before, especially in the area of....<AHEM>....student behavior reform. That's when things began to get complicated. One day as classes were ending, a hall messenger came into the room to deliver a note from Mrs. Polk. It was short and simply, but it worried me: 'We need to talk. Meet me at my office in twenty minutes.' I didn't know what she specifically wanted to talk about, but it was obviously about Annie. Was she finally having enough of the bratty teen? As the students filed out of my final class of the day, I began gathering my stuff and after twenty some odd minutes made my way to her office. Of course all the faculty had left by now, and the only noises audible were coming from Mrs. Polk’s office. However, when I reached for the doorknob, I found it locked. It was at that moment I heard the tall tale sounds of adolescent giggling. This in by itself wasn't what I found shocking. I knew full well that Annie paid Mrs. Polk after school visits at least once a week. The difference this time was that I heard more than one. Holding my breath, I moved my head closer to the door to confirm my suspicions. Unbelievably, I couldn't distinctively hear two girls...no no....my gosh...three girls giggling away in there. Instinctively I placed my hand to my face at the shock, knowing full well what the implications of this meant. Annie must be introducing new students to this sick, twisted perversion. I listened closely and could faintly hear the soft sobs of Mrs. Polk. As some of the giggling turned into unrecognizable chatter, it only made the sobs louder. The poor thing, they must have been insulting her. Then there was an odd pause in the activities, and it sounded as if things were being re-arranged. After two minutes of agonizing silence the giggle erupted into a roar of ridiculing laughter as an audible thumping sound shook the floor. My mind was black with what it could be. I knew it couldn't have been the sound of Mrs. Polk's knees crawling across the ground because it sounded too heavy. Yet the incessant laughing and teasing must have meant it involved the humiliated older woman. With the door locked, and my curious mind dying to find out what was going on, I backed into the hallway and practically ran my way to the exit. I knew Mrs. Polk's office had a window. It wasn't the easiest thing to get to since it was partially blocked by bushes, but I was desperate to know what kind of a mess tough old Mrs. Polk had gotten herself into this time. It took me three minutes to briskly walk around the outside of the school before I was crouching below the middle school principals window. Even before I peeked inside, I could still hear the giggling and feel the odd thumping sound. Taking a gulp of air, I slowly rose up until my eyes just peeked over the window pain. What I saw drained the blood from my face from the sheer humiliation of it. Sitting on the floor in a quasi circle where the three girls. Instantly I recognized Annie as one of them and the other two I had seen around the school. But the main focus of my eyes, was what was standing....or should I say jumping in the middle. Like the absolute joke of a middle school Principal she was turning out to be, Mrs. Polk was in nothing more than her bra and panties as she clumsily did jumping jacks for the teen girls. With one breast hanging out of her bra, flopping around like mad, she looked absolutely and utterly ridiculous as her body continually shook and jiggled every time she kicked her arms and legs out. A look of complete teary-eyed humiliation lay on the adults face as her students pointed and commented on the spectacle she was. It really was hard at that point to feel sorry for her. A person doesn't get to become school principal without having some sort of a back bone, some sort of ability to deal with kids. Mrs. Polk obviously had that. I had seen her in action so many times in the past. Yet that seemed so long ago as I watched her jump up and down in her undees. She didn't even bother to put her dangling tit back in her bra. After a few more minutes of jumping jacks, the teens tired and it wasn't long before Mrs. Polk was on her hands and knees giving 'rides' around the room. It was all so civilized the way each girl would patiently wait her turn before straddling the sniveling woman, grasping her bra strap as a reign and kicking their sneakers against her thighs. Off they would go around the room. The sight was no longer erotic to me like it once was before. As I watched, I was no longer imagining myself in Mrs. Polk's place. The events I was now watching were just plan sad. Sad because it wasn’t just Annie that this was about anymore. Back then it was all about a young bratty vixen. A pretty girl who commanded obedience and got it from the highest authority. But now there were more kids involved. More kids who would watch her humiliate herself. More kids that would soon go to their friends and tell how they 'Rode' the principal around. More kids that would say they saw the principal doing jumping jacks in her underwear. More kids that would come to see it for themselves. More kids that would laugh and point when they did. More kids that would no longer respect Mrs. Polk. So on and so on. This must have been what Mrs. Polk had wanted to see her about. The whole thing was starting to get out of control. For another fifteen minutes the girls teased and tormented her. After the pony rides, they moved her over to the desk and bent her over it. Her large ass vulnerably pointed back at them. As Annie picked up the large paddle hanging on the wall, the other two girls lowered their principal's panties to her knees. I had seen the paddle before. Mrs. Polk always spoke of it fondly from her earlier days when teachers were allowed to spank their students. She told me many a bad student had once tasted its wrath. Mrs. Polk began to struggle slightly as she noticed Annie walking behind her. She knew full well who the paddles last victim was going to be. I could see her shaking her head, pleading with the teen to have mercy. Her struggles and even her pleas were obviously half hearted. Being almost six feet tall, Mrs. Polk could easily have over powered the two fourteen year old girls keeping her chest pressed against the cold oak table. When Annie's caressing hand resting on the right ass cheek of her pet, all resistance was gone. For a minute Annie wickedly stroked her principal's ass, soothing and calming the older woman until she was wiggling her hips back, enjoying the attention. <WHACK> Mrs. Polk's body shot forward onto the desk as her ass rippled and shook. The poor woman screamed out in shock and pain. Annie paused as all the girls watched the angry red paddle welt appear on the otherwise white ass. <WHACK><WHACK><WHACK> Mrs. Polk desperately held on to the edge of her table, doing everything she could to cope with the relentless painful swatting of her ass. She moaned and moaned into the oak table after every hit, tears freely flowing down her once respected face. A sad sight indeed. After ten some odd swats by Annie, she moved aside to let one of the other girls have her shot. I'm just sure the paddling felt that much worse from all the incessant giggling and insulting the girls poured over her. I had lost complete track of time when the last swat had been delivered by the third giggling teen. Mrs. Polk's once white ass and upper thighs were now one solid mass of red. She was uncontrollably sobbing on her office desk as the girls readied themselves to leave. Placing the paddle on the table, next to her victim, Annie then leaned close into Mrs. Polk's ear and whispered something. I couldn't tell what she said, but oddly got an obedient nod from the still crying older woman. Then they were gone. I couldn't believe they didn’t even have the decency to help clean the pathetic older woman up. Mrs. Polk was just left there, leaning over the table, her ass redder than blood, exposed for all to see. I knew I couldn't just leave her like that. Some one could easily just walk right in. What would the janitor think if stumbled in doing his after school rounds? Raising from my crouching, hidden position outside the window, I hurriedly made my way back into the school. Thankfully the doors had not yet been locked. Another minute and I was back at the door I had been at less than an hour ago. Now I was prepared for what lay inside. The knob was obviously unlocked this time as the door opened. My heart dropped as I saw my boss still draped over her desk. For the first time I could see her students wrath up close. It looked even worse than from outside. As I entered the room, she turned her head around to look at me. Her face flushed and wet from tears and sweat. Yet as she rested her head against the table, looking at me, she made no effort to compose herself, to stand up and show dignity. She simply remained in her position, ass staring right back at me. I couldn't stop looking at it as I approached, all red and bruised. This could have been me. I could be the one with my naked ass bent over a desk, with students taking turns abusing it. I could be the one the girls were telling their friends about. Nurturingly I brought my hand up to her behind. Even before I touched it, the heat resonating from it was unbelievable. You could have warmed a cold room with it. I wasn't even thinking when I finally did place my hand on the tender cheeks. All I knew was how much pain she was in. Her crying by now had simmered to a constant sniveling, yet the look of grimace on her face when my hand made contact with the raw flesh told me all I needed to know. Soothingly I began caressing her buttocks, trying my best to give her some sort of comfort. Several times I had to move my hand away from, the heat too much for my hand to stand. The whole time Mrs. Polk never moved a muscled, fully welcoming my pity upon her. I was the only adult that knew of her predicament, and I felt that strangely brought us closer. From cheek to cheek I rubbed my hand, ever moment easing her back to normalcy. It must have been when her sniveling reduced to an irregular whining when I noticed the paddle still resting on the table. Mrs. Polk's head had been facing it the whole time. In some sort of fascination I reached with my other hand and picked it up to examine it. The heavy wood felt awfully powerful in my hand. I looked down to again see the damage it had caused. The still pinkish-red womanly skin quivered beneath it. That's when I saw the slick, shinny liquid between my boss's thighs. I took a step back to get a better look. Sure enough her entire inner thighs were covered in her juices, some of it completely running down her legs. I just couldn't believe it. All this mental and physical abuse and she was wetter than a swimmer. How the hell was this possible? Actually I really didn't want to know. I knew it would do nothing but make me more disgusted with her if I thought about it any further. Putting the paddle back in it place on the wall, I began helping Mrs. Polk get dressed. Taking some tissues, I carefully dried up her legs before pulling her panties back up around her waist. Yet it became ever so frustrating when I ended up doing all the work. Mrs. Polk simply stood there like a child, letting me plop her breasts back into her bra while sliding the rest of her cloths back onto her body. She was just completely lost in a submissive daze. It was pathetic yet I couldn't blame her. She had been in a traumatic experience. "I'm finished!" I looked up at her in surprise as I helped her slip into the other heel, totally expecting her to remain silent and sniveling. It took me a second to realize she was actually talking to me. "I'm finished Karen. My job, my career, DONE! Its over!" I saw a renewed wave of tears emerge from her eyes as Mrs. Polk collapsed to her knees in pure despair. Lowering slowly to my knees as well, I wrapped my arms around her holding her head, hushing and consoling. "What do you mean? How is it all over?" Through wet eyes and matted hair she looked at me. "This is not the first times she's done this. Those other two girls are the sixth and seventh she's brought in to....to...humiliate me." More tears. So it was true what I had suspected, this was the reason why I was sent that note. It certainly IS getting out of hand. "I begged and begged for her not to involve other students. I promised her I'd do anything if she only kept it between the two of us." "AND?" I asked. "She told me she already had me doing anything she wanted. That it was hopeless for me to refuse her. Then she told me that since I had a fellow teacher who already knew about us, that she should get to invite her friends as well." "WHAT?" I said in complete shock. "What fellow teacher knows about what's going on?" She sheepishly looked at me "You!" "You told her that I knew? But WHY?" I just couldn't understand it. "I'm so sorry Karen, I tried not to tell her, but she was so persistent and I needed it so badly. She made me tell her about you." "You needed what? You need what so badly?" "Her sneaker. I just needed to get off. I'm sorry. She wouldn't stop teasing me with it. It was about a week after I had confessed to you everything. She had been waiting for me in my office after school. She immediately saw the worried look on my face. It was because of you. I was worried what you might do, what you might say. But I didn't want to tell her." I looked at her with some compassion and sympathy. She had been worried for me, even concerned about how I would take it all. "But she demanded I tell her what was on my mind. She wouldn't even ride me around the office like usual. Even after she furiously struck my breasts with a ruler I still didn't tell. I didn't want you to get any further involved with this mess. But then...." I watched her looked down in shame. "She told me to lay on the floor and spread my legs. I felt so helpless, laying naked on my back in my own office, my tits still pink, with Annie standing so superior between my legs. Then she lifted her sneaker and brought it flat onto my mound. I distinctly remember shivering, knowing such a dirty, filthy object was making full contact with my sex." I shivered myself; know full well the degrading act of it all. "Then she began grinding her foot against me. I hated it; it was just so disgusting. But...I also needed it so bad. Not even my husband touches me there any more and it just felt...." "You horny slut!" I cursed at her, slapping her in the face. I actually slapped my own boss. I just couldn't help it knowing my trust had been betrayed by a horny old Mrs. Polk, red tits and all, getting her rocks off fucking herself silly on a teenager's dirty sneaker. "And that's it! You just gave in like that?" "No. I promise I still tried. Even with her rubbing me I still refused to tell. But before I could....climax....she moved that damn foot away. I cried and cried for her to continue, but she just laughed at me. You just don't know how hard it has been for me, not sleeping with my husband anymore. I needed release SO BADLY. Finally someone would give it to me." "You mean a fourteen year old girl?" She shamefully put her hands to her face, hiding it from me. "She demanded I beg for it. Beg to have her wedge her shoe up inside me. I did of course, and much, much more. I confirmed that I was her principal pet pony. That I like to crawl around in my office in my underwear with students sitting on me. She also made me admit that I am a horny old pig who lusts after middle school girls. That I secretly look through my window and diddle myself as I watch the school girls playing sports outside. She made me admit all of it, especially all about you. That you know almost everything." I felt betrayed and hurt. This was my boss and my friend. She's supposed to protect and help me with the students, not blabber away private discussions between teacher and principal on the soles of a teenager's sneaker. But another feeling also entered my mind, this one of anger. The little brat Annie had already known about me the day I practically offered her the chance to turn me into her pony. She knew I was fully aware of how she enjoyed frequent pony rides on the back of her middle school principal and she still FLAT OUT turned me down. To think, being turned down by a fourteen year old was actually getting me upset, but it was. It made me feel just like I was when I was in middle school and all the girls wouldn’t want to play with me. I looked back at the still shamed, sniveling woman. "So, now you need my help to put an end to this, don't you? That's why you sent me the note?" I was surprised when she shook her head no. "The note was her idea. She...she wanted you to come and see us. She wanted you to see the other two girls sharing in my....humiliation." I stared at her with my mouth wide open in complete shock. Annie had wanted me to come? "I had already pleaded with her to please stop involving more students. That it would soon get out of hand and I'd loose my job. For once she actually showed pity for me. She told me that she would stop involving her friends under one condition." As I waited for her to let the cat out of the bag, I held my breath. I suspected I wouldn’t approve of the 'ONE' condition. "She wants....you....to......find another teacher for her to play with." My mouth actually managed to get even wider. "You've got to be kidding?" She shook her head no. "She made it perfectly clear to me. Either you get another teacher from the school to become a pony, or she'll....expose me to the entire school." "Expose you? How? "She'll strip me down to my underwear and....ride me through the halls when all the students are out there. <SNIFF> Oh Karen, as terrifying as that seems, I don't think I would have the strength to resist her. You HAVE to help me!" I sat back onto the floor, just staring. Here was a middle school principal telling me, a teacher, that I had to go out and find someone to become a student's pet pony. HOW IN THE HELL was I suppose to do that??? "If you don't, I will be finished, or worse sent to prison." She had such a pleading look on her face, like I was the only person left in the world that could do anything to help her. Never mind that the only trouble this mature woman had was a tormenting middle school teen. I was still her only hope, and how do you say no to that? So I agreed to help her. I didn't even know what the hell I was thinking agreeing to something like this. Yet the big hug she gave me numbed me just enough to get me home. It wasn't until I had nothing left to think about in my bed that the implications fully rushed into my head. I didn't get a single minute of sleep the whole night tossing and turning, thinking about how I would convince another teacher to risk throwing her life away? And WHO? I constantly ran through my mind every member of the faculty, from teacher assistants to thirty-year veterans. Which one of them would even want to completely mock their own profession in such a manner? The next day I completely avoided making ANY eye contact with Annie. I just couldn't bring myself to a confrontation with her, even if it was just looking her way. Thankfully she played her part well, never once asking one of her typically annoying questions and generally being a 'nice girl' in my class. It was such a shame that it was all due to such depraving concessions from Mrs. Polk. Over the next few days teaching class almost became secondary to me. My mind was constantly on finding another woman...another victim. Yet by the end of the week, I was still no closer. Even though Annie hadn't seemed to set a due date; I knew I didn't have forever. Who ever it would be, it would have to be soon or Mrs. Polk would be given her final ride. "Hey Karen! Sitting alone again?" I looked up and gave a plastic smile, "Uh? Oh hi Janice...I'm ya, sitting by myself." "Why is it every time I see you alone, its because you've got that perplexed look on your face?" We were in the teachers' lounge eating lunch as Janice sat down across from me with her meal. Wouldn't this woman leave me alone! Couldn't she tell I needed some time to think? Annie's next victim wasn't going to land on my lap you know! "Please tell me it isn't that retched girl again? Surely she's been put in her place by now?" I looked down at my salad and flipped over a few leaves, a shameful sign of defeat. "Your kidding? You mean she's still giving you a hard time?" I nodded my head. "Even after Mrs. Polk dealt with her?" Another nod. "And after you tried to make her behave yourself?" I stopped nodding, thinking back to how I must have looked almost begging Annie to turn me into her little pathetic pet pony! "Whew, that girl must be some tough cookie! Both you women have been working this school for decades, and still can't get this rotten apple to behave herself. I wish there was something I could do to help. I mean three heads are better than two, but what? I mean I've only been here for a year. If you lady's can't get her into shape, then I don't know what would!" For the first time my eyes focused out of their daze and squarely on the 24 year old woman sitting across from me, holding the most innocent of expressions. Help? Me? With Annie? How? Those words were the only thing I heard as she spoke those last few words. Sitting before me was a young, fairly attractive, naive female teacher. A woman who didn't have a career panning decades, a career worth throwing away to the wicked dominating mind of little Miss Annie! "Um...Janice..." I could hardly look her in the eyes as she smiled warmly, "...perhaps there IS something you could do to help..." ---- Four days later I felt absolutely horrible sitting at my desk watching all my students laugh and hustle out the door for the day. Just plain sick. I still couldn't believe I had actually betrayed a fellow teacher like I had. Sent to task a woman oh so eager to help me and Mrs. Polk. Off to the evil, bratty, sexy clutches of a teenage girl. I looked around the class at the last remaining students leaving. None of them were Annie. Forty minutes ago she had been called to the school principals office to meet with Mrs. Polk. The classes made fun of her as she began to leave. If they only knew. I certainly did as Annie and I exchanged glances. We both knew her new toy was waiting almost gift wrapped for her in "Polky's" office. All she needed to do was go in there and do that wonderful thing she does. The erotic intoxicating arrogance what drives grown women wild with submissive lust. I bowed my head pathetically as she smirked past me, unable to match her stare longer than a second as my pussy started to itch. I can still remember the look of relief on Mrs. Polk's face four days ago when I gave her the 'good news'. That I had found the perfect new pet pony for our Queen Bee. Janice Graff. The young full-of-life English teacher she had just hired not a year ago. Instead of feeling sorry for the young woman, Polk just let out a sigh and rubbed her skirt covered bottom soothingly. "Maybe she can finally use that paddle on someone else's rear...Ouch!" I felt repulsed at that moment than ever before. How could the school principal, my boss, be so wrapped up in her own downfall as to not even care about including another woman in this depraved act? And even worse, how come it wasn’t me being the other woman? Janice had the biggest of smiles when I asked her to help me at lunch four days ago. She seemed practically honored being asked to assist such respected women of the school. I felt like a complete dunce sitting there, explaining how she should arrange a meeting with Annie...in Mrs. Polk's office...where she could get to 'know' what Annie was all about. She sat there speechless for a moment before gushing at the chance to show us big girls how she can be a good teacher to. Gosh how pathetic Polky and I are...I mean Mrs. Polk! So here I'm sitting at my desk, the last student scurrying out the door, leaving me alone in a room full of empty chairs. I look over at Annie's chair and shiver. Even her chair makes my knees quake. How could such a young teen command such power over grown women? How come all I can ever do when looking at that superior smirk is imagine myself on my hands and knees, crawling around my classroom as she sits astride me and kicks her heels into my thighs? An impulse suddenly overwhelms me. Looking at the closed door I slowly rise as my breath quickens. Moving to the side of my desk I lower to my knees and begin crawling towards Annie's chair. Instantly I begin to moisten as I get closer and closer. An excitement I've never know fills me as I play this silly little game. As if she's really there, staring down at me with that smirk, almost laughing as her teacher, ME, crawls towards her crossed legs. But when I finally get there, she isn't. That's because she's in Mrs. Polk's office, with Janice. Janice is the one who's probably on her knees crawling to Annie. Janice is the one getting her thighs kicked around the office as Mrs. Polk stands in the corner rubbing her soar red butt. Janice is the one who gets to be Annie stupid little pet pony while I'm here getting wet staring at her fucking class chair! As pathetic as I have ever felt, I lower my lips to the middle of the seat and plant tender kisses upon in. This is the closest I'll ever get to worshiping her like I so crave. I kiss it once...I kiss it twice... four times...seven...a hand slips between my skirt....ten...I begin to rub...thirteen..."oh Annie!"... "Miss Anderson? You here?" I jump to my knees, pull my wet hand out of my crotch and glance around in a panic. Standing at the door was another one of my students. A boy, no harm. Strange how I am more afraid now about teen girls than boys, but.... Thankfully the boy hadn't seen what his silly twit of a teacher was doing, only staring with a curious eye when I popped my head up from between the chairs. I made up the excuse that I was simply searching for a dropped pen and he shrugged his curious mind off while fetching a book he left behind. When he said goodbye I wasn't even listening. My mind was on Mrs. Polk's office. The degrading spectacle of Janice's profession that must surely be going on in there. They had been together for over an hour. Annie had Mrs. Polk and I wrapped around her fingers at hello. Janice didn’t stand a chance. I had not been invited to attend, and I felt unwelcome. But I simply couldn't stand it any longer. If I couldn't be Annie's pet pony, then I should at least get to see what it would have been like. Getting to my feet I turned off the class lights, closed the door behind me and made my way down the hallways, past the cafeteria, past the teacher's lounge, past the meeting rooms, and to the door of one Mrs. Polk, school principal and my boss! And I listened.... <Sniff><Sniff> I gasp at the sounds. Crying! Someone was crying. No, more like sulking. Was it Janice? Mrs. Polk? Suddenly I heard mumblings. Someone was talking. Or was it people were talking? What were they saying? <Slap><Slap><moan> I gasp again, this time with my hand to my mouth. Was that Janice getting spanked? Who was moaning in pain? More talking behind the door. It was louder now. A little urgent in tone, but still impossible to make out. I was dancing on the balls of my feet trying to figure out the scene beyond. Janice perhaps bent over Polk's table, nude red ass raised to the conquering vixen. Or was getting the yard stick on her pail white breasts like Mrs. Polk had gotten? And what was all the talking? Was Janice begging for more? I knew I would have been as I listen even closer. It was at that moment that I realized the door wasn't locked. I held my breath as I stared at the handle, realizing how simple it would be to just turn it and peek inside. A chance to see Miss eager beaver helper on her knees, kissing up to the brat she promised to put in her place. My cunny juices were now covering the inside of my thighs, moving on passed my drenched panties. All these images swirling inside my head attempting to match the sounds. I needed to see it, I wanted to see it! I wanted to see Janice and Polky be what Annie will never let me be, her little pet pony teacher bitch. Even though doing so might very well seal my fate as well. With all the muster and none of the courage I turn the handle and opened the door... <Sniff><Sniff> I stood frozen, trying to get my mind to comprehend exactly what I saw. Mrs. Polk sitting at her desk...fully clothed...Janice sitting on the front corner of the desk...fully clothed...both with not a tear on their face. Seated in two chairs directly before them were two people... a couple...a man and a woman...a husband and a wife...and standing between then...rubbing her rear end with one hand...and her teary eyes with the other was a young teenage girl...named Annie. I blinked several times, as if looking through water and trying to blink a clear image into focus. Each time the same picture appeared. Everyone in the room turned and looked at the panting, sweaty, flushed teacher who just burst inside, Me. "Oh perfect! Just in time! Mr. and Mrs. Green, this is Miss Karen Anderson, Annie's teacher. Karen, meet Annie's parents!" I continued to blink blankly as I cast my eyes to the smiling couple while Janice finished her introductions, then back to the sniffling Annie. What the hell was going on? I looked back at Mrs. Polk, catching her eye just before she looked away shyly, before looking at Janice with an expression that could only say "What the fuck?" Sensing this she continued..."You see Karen, hearing about your problems controlling your unruly student I realized you and Mrs. Polk forgot to do the simplest of all things. Call her parents in for a meeting! I suppose I should have told Mrs. Polk and yourself that I had invited them, but none-the-less here we are!", Chirped Janice with the biggest of grins. I looked back down at Annie, her eyes red and puffy, still rubbing her behind. Annie's father noticed my attention and offered a quick excuse, "Miss Anderson, I hope you have no problem with a few swats to my daughters rear. After everything Miss Graff and Mrs. Polk have told us, I simply couldn’t help discipline my girl with a few quick spanks. But she'll definitely get what’s coming to her when she gets home!" Annie stiffened in fear and her face cringed. "Miss Anderson," interjected Annie's mother, "I thoroughly apologize for my daughter's outrages behavior. We certainly haven't brought her up to be such disobedient little brat. I PROMISE you there will be a change in her behavior for the better. I only wish we would have been called in sooner..." "Oh of course Mrs. Green, of course," added Janice, "But it's only because of Karen's good nature that she resisted calling you both. Earlier in the year she confided in me how she so deeply cared for your daughter. How she thought she saw a special connection with the troubled teen and so wanted to personally work to better her behavior." Annie's parents looked my way for confirmation and I nodded meekly. "We'll I can speak for my wife when I say thank you for trying Miss Anderson, as well as to you too Mrs. Polk. I know full well the respected image you both have within the school and with all the students. And to think my own flesh and blood took such advantage of you both. NEVER AGAIN! ANNIE, TO THE CAR!!! With her head hung down low, sniffling still emanating from her lips and a slightly soar butt, sexy bratty vixen Annie Anderson marched out Mrs. Polk's office door with the most humble of looks. Her parents shook all our hands, thanked us once again and followed their soon to be punished daughter out the door. Janice turned around my way with that same big smile, "SO???? How about that? Not bad for a newbie teacher huh?" "Janice I don't know...what to...say...." I looked at her blankly. "Just say thank you. I know I did the easy thing and called her parents. I mean at this age I should be able to deal with a teenager without the threat of her mom and dad, but seeing how the two of you tried your best to get her to behave hadn't worked I figured I'd give it a try. That brat isn't so tough with her dad's hand smacked her little butt huh?" Janice giggled as she recalled the scene in her mind. I just simply stared at her in shock and awe, as was Mrs. Polk. It couldn't have been that simple was it? All those months, all those pleadings, all those humiliating pony sessions, all the weak knees could have been handled with a simple call of the phone? Couldn’t be? "Well my work here is done. I'm so happy I was able to help you both and prove my worth. See you lady's tomorrow." And with that she was out the door, leaving Mrs. Polk and myself alone, staring at each other in disbelief. For the next several moments we continued to stare, both thinking the same exact thing. This teenage girl came into our lives and turned two well respected, decorated, no non-sense women into complete and total puppies for her attention. This cute, sexy misbehaving brat had the school's principals kissing her feet and eating out of her hands, and had me, the top teacher practically begging for the same. And yet here comes little Miss greenhorn newbie teacher and in two seconds had put our goddess squarely in her place, crying and sniffling out the door with her parents. Our minds swirled with thought. Janice had just proven how our months of submissive work had been for nothing. But worse yet, she had taken away the one thing we had grown to love the most, our Queen Annie. Her image of youthful dominance over us horny desperate women was shattered in mere moments. A heartache we never thought we would experience, especially like this. I NEVER expected it to end like this. What were we going to do now? As if reading my mind, Mrs. Polk....Polky opened her side desk draw and reached inside. A moment later it lifted back out, holding a white cotton fabric. Carefully she laid it at the center of the desk. Looking back up at me she slowly rose from her chair, then stared back down at the fabric. I was now standing directly across from her, on the other side of the desk staring at it as well. We took one last look at each other and pathetically shrugged, before bending down and resting our sniffing noses on Annie's white cotton panties. Our rubbing fingers did the rest in our own wet ones. In the meantime, off in the distance Mr. Green was busy pulling the car out of the school parking lot. He was an upset man. Upset at having to be called out of work early for a teacher-parent meeting concerning his troubled teen daughter. Nope, he wasn't happy at all. Neither was Annie for that matter. She didn't like it when her father was mad, her sore bottom attested to that. That's why kneeling between her cute legs was Mrs. Green, carefully and lovingly licking away at her troubled young daughter's pristine pink pussy. Mrs. Green pulled her tongue away just long enough to look up pleadingly, "Please baby, promise me you'll behave in school! At least for your father's sake? You know how angry he gets!" Annie smirked down at her wet faced mother, "Sure mommy, I promise to behave". Placing a hand on the back of her mom's head, Mrs. Green went back to work making her precious teenage bratty daughter behave. The End! Annie's Panties "NO, everything is not OK. I need you to be Annie's pet pony!" (Miss Anderson thinking to Janice) *********** All Comments are greatly appreciated, please send them to: PhoenixArrow2000@yahoo.com Your encouragements keep me going :) More Great Stories Available at: /files/Authors/PhoenixArrow/ ******* This work is copyright (c) 2006 by Phoenix Arrow. You may download and keep copies for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copies. Please do not post this story to any web site without permission from the author. All other rights reserved. No alteration of the contents is permitted. *******