Archive name: Classroom Smother.HTM (F/FF,
Facesitting, Farting, Humiliation)
Authors name: Smotherfan (Smotherfan
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Story title: Classroom Smother
Part of the Reluctant Slave Series
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I glanced at the digital clock on my desk,
it read Friday
I looked up from my desk; Jasmine Carter and
Jordan Latimer were standing there.
“YES!” I asked wearily and angrily. It was
the end of a long day and the last thing I needed was another run in with these
two.
“We need to talk.”
“There is nothing to talk about. You
transgressed the school rules and I have the right to punish you, and that
punishment is that you will continue to wear the school uniform for a week
after the rest of the sixth form change into casuals.” I was as emphatic and
positive as I could manage.
“That’s what we want to talk about.”
“WELL I DON’T!” I snapped.
“WELL WE DO!”
I seethed. Frustrated,
yes, no boyfriend, correct, old hag, never. I was twenty six years old
and had just been going through a bad time socially since Paul and I had split
in the summer.
“Just leave.” I said as quietly as I could.
I didn’t want to lose my temper and the more I argued with
“No until you have changed your mind.”
“I have no intention of changing my
decision; you brought this punishment on yourself. If you had been more discrete…”
“DISCRETE?”
I didn’t like the way this was going. “There
is no discussion, no reprieve. I have made my decision, now good night ladies.”
Jasmine giggled.
“You did that deliberately.” I managed to
say after a few moments.
“Everyone gets gas, even you Miss, what do you do Miss when you need to fart, bottle it?” Suddenly
I pushed my chair back, just to keep some
space between us. “I don’t try and
give the world the benefit.” I snapped. “I try to be something that you wouldn’t understand, I’m discrete.
Now get out of this office, both of you.”
There was a moment when I thought they were
actually going to do just that, but
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Like I said Miss, we want you to withdraw the note, this note.”
My room wasn’t big and suddenly it seemed very small. I stood up, more to do
something than part of any plan. I hadn’t the faintest idea how to deal with
this.
The two girls were both about my size,
“Just unlock the door and leave; this is
only going to get you into more trouble.”
The girls looked at each other. They were
both wearing the standard school uniform of dark navy skirt, white blouse and dark
navy blazer and finishing off the set they both wore a pair of almost knee
length white socks.
If I had been a pervert then seeing two
attractive (and they were) young women (which they were) dressed like this
would have been the ultimate turn on. Well I wasn’t a pervert but I had real
sympathy with them both. It was a ridiculous school rule to require seventeen
year olds to continue to wear the uniform. If
Only I had a position to uphold and once a
teacher allowed pupil’s liberties then others joined the queue and soon the
classroom turned into a unruly mess with only the teacher
as a loser.
“If
you won’t agree Miss, then we’re
gonna need to persuade you.”
“This is silly.” I said, taking a step back.
As I did that so the two girls stepped towards me. I stepped back again, now
with my arms out before me in a vague defensive posture. They repeated their
move. I stepped back again and hit wall. There was no where to retreat to.
Seeing this, the two girls stopped; with
satisfied smirks on their faces. They stood and waited, waiting for my next
move.
I edged left and right, but they just
matched me and now I found myself firmly in a corner. I stopped conscious of
how deep I was breathing.
“Sign the note.”
I was tempted, I really was but at the last
moment my pride kicked in. “Just leave.” I said, bracing myself for whatever
was going to happen.
I braced myself, but I still wasn’t prepared for what happened next.
Jasmine, cute looking and usually so quiet
Jasmine, suddenly delivered a karate kick straight into my belly. One blow and
I folded, dropping to my knee’s, clutching my belly, gasping for breath and
worse, it hurt.
They were besides me whilst I was still
collapsing to my knees. I looked up, my eyes were wet and my vision distorted.
I was still hurting when
“YOU
HAD YOUR CHANCE!” She shouted into my face, splattering me with spittle.
“Please…” I managed to say before Jasmine
grabbed my hair and I was pulled on my hands and knee’s into the middle of the
room. I squealed out at the beginning of this nightmare. This couldn’t happen.
A teacher couldn’t get assaulted in the middle of a school, they couldn’t and
yet that was what was happening. “Please…” I managed to repeat as I was rolled
over onto my back and the two girls came stood over me.
“Ahhhhh!” I gasped and flapped ineffectually in
I couldn’t do anything when Jasmine knelt
beside me and captured my flailing hands, pulling them above my head. I didn’t
resist, I couldn’t. I just looked into her pale hazel eyes and saw only
amusement at my predicament.
“Look at me Miss!”
I did so, as much out of fear as anything
else.
“Like the view?”
With an effort I pulled my eyes away for her
crotch and to her face, there the same amused look greeted me.
“I’ll sign the dam notes.” I began. “Just
let me up and I’ll sign the dam things.” I wasn’t exactly beaten but I didn’t
fancy seeing what they had planned next and I knew that they had a plan; this was all to organised
to have just happened. Even before they’d entered my room they had this in
mind.
“What are you going to do?” I asked
nervously.
I didn’t understand but before I could say
anymore
At sometime she’d pinned my arms beneath her
legs and now with her free hands she smothered my cries. She even pinched my
nose between her thumb and forefinger and for a brief moment I found myself
unable to breath.
“Stop struggling Miss.”
Jasmine let go and I could breathe again. I
was just drawing in my first recovering breath when I realised just how close to my face that
“Miss, Miss, LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING.”
I didn’t understand a word she was saying. Instructions? Punished? She had to have taken something!
“She doesn’t understand; show her what you
mean by punishment.” Jasmine urged.
“Yeah, about time we stopped pissing about
and really showed her who is in charge.”
I wondered what they were talking about and
then
It took me a moment to realise what she’d
done and by then I was pinned beneath her body, her private parts pressed
against my face and her skirt some kind of temporary tent that enveloped me. I
was the thickness of her panties from having her pussy pressed against my face.
The thought drove me to struggle, but two to
one are unequal odds and with
The relief was momentary before
The blow to my stomach would have doubled me
up but with
“Like that?” She cackled, literally cackled.
She rubbed herself across my face. “Well Miss,
how do I feel, how do I smell, good eh, well get used to it.”
How did it feel? The answer was horrible;
I was expecting Jasmine to replace
“
“No problem, she’s beat.” A confident
“I’ll be off then, okay.” Jasmine answered.
“Sure you don’t want a ride?”
“Naw, just get my note signed and I’ll see
you around.”
I felt Jasmine move, the relief of having
her off my body surged through me and once more I entertained the hope that
They talked in whispers at the door to my
room, then Jasmine left, but only after kissing
“Well Miss,
it’s just the two of us now, what do you say to that?”
“Let me go, please, please let me go.” I
grovelled.
“Go? I haven’t even started you.”
I struggled, it was natural to do so, but
“That’s right BITCH I want your pretty little face right up my arse.” She roared,
grabbing my hair as she steered my face between her panty clad buttocks.
I had just one thought as
All I had to suffer, apart from the
humiliation of having a seventeen year old high school girl sitting on my face,
was her contemptuous insults.
“BITCH,
did I say how comfortable you face
is? It could have been made for me. I could sit here for ages; maybe even
forget that you need to breathe? Wouldn’t that be funny? Ha-ha! Imagine the
headlines ‘BITCH teacher found dead,
foul play suspected.” She raised her ass and I drew in a desperately needed
breathe but only the one before her ass descended again. “Ssoooo
comfortable.” She laughed. “If I’d have known you feel this good I’d
have done you months ago.”
Eventually she moved, actually releasing me,
to sit in my chair, by way of insult she rested her feet on my stomach.
“You should see your face BITCH, so very red.” She laughed out
loud, the noise pealed around the small room.
I just lay there, thankful for the relief
and yet waiting for her next move. I just felt so totally exhausted that the thought of escape didn’t enter my head.
The wall clock chimed six times. The fact
slowly penetrated my addled brain,
I just stared. I didn’t quite understand her, had she just told me to massage her feet.
“You’re not moving!”
I pulled off her socks; her feet were sweaty
and frankly smelt. I started to rub them, feeling the sweat rub itself into my
hands.
“Kiss them!”
“I can’t!” I whispered.
“You can or I smother you again.”
It wasn’t much of a choice,
“Is that enough?” I asked eventually.
“What … what… what did you say BITCH?”
“I said is that enough?” I was kneeling
before her.
“For now!” She laughed. “Didn’t realise how talented you were
with your tongue, I’ll have to think how else I can use that talent.”
I shuddered, I was no innocent. I knew exactly the ways one woman could use her
tongue on another, not from experience, but I’d seen the pictures and watched
the movies. If
“You’d
like to please me, wouldn’t you BITCH?”
“I just want to go home!” I whispered my
head down. I couldn’t look her in the face.
“Later.”
“Yes, please yes.” I was almost begging, grovelling at her feet, but right now I didn’t care. I
just wanted to be in the safety of my own apartment, somewhere that
“Then all you have to do is earn the right.”
“Thought that would
get your attention.”
“What?” I gasped. I didn’t finish the
question. I knew what was going to
happen. All my grovelling about her feet had been in vain.
With one, now clean, foot Jordan pushed me
backwards until I was once more lying beneath her as she straddled me. She
collapsed slowly until with
“Please don’t.” I whimpered.
“Please don’t.” She mimicked. She lowered
herself until as she moved so her crotch brushed my face, like this she moved
endlessly over my face from chin to forehead and then back again. “Please
don’t.” She repeated. “I’LL DO EXACTLY AS
I PLEASE WITH YOU, YOU CUNT SNIFFING SLAVE.”
I thought that she was mad but didn’t say
anything. Of course with my nose jammed against her pubic bone and my mouth
buried beneath her there wasn’t much chance of a conversation.
At least I could breathe;
Abruptly
Half ways through her dismount
“I wondered
when this would happen.” She laughed, wriggling her butt, trying to drive my
nose deeper into her arse crack, only her panties stopped that from happening.
I should have guessed, but my head was
filled now with so much mush, I couldn’t even have tied my own shoes.
Of course she was preparing to fart and then
they came. A loud popping sound as one, no two, three farts came in rapid
succession, or maybe it was just one super long one. It didn’t matter, the
final humiliation of doing what I’d intended to punish them for finished off
what ever resistance I still had.
“Go on slave, get the full benefit. I want to hear
you sniffing.”
I did it, God help me but I did it. I drew
in the biggest lungful that my nose could supply.
She raised her arse off me, to hover an inch
above my face. “Tell me that my farts smell like perfume.” She demanded.
I stared up into her perfectly formed
buttocks, the cheeks of her panties straining to conceal them. “Perfume.” I gasped.
“I don’t understand, what’s perfumed?” She
waggled her arse dangerously.
“Perfumed, your farts smell like perfume.”
“You are ssoooo right.” She laughed.
I almost expected her to fart again, but
instead she moved away, climbing to her feet. She shook herself, her long
lustrous copper hair falling free of its ties. When she turned about, she no
longer looked like an oversized schoolgirl but a mature and confident woman. As
I watched she pulled down her panties, her muff was like her hair, copper red,
but thin, not a great dark hairy mass.
She stepped over, straddling my head so that
I could see straight up into her cunt. The pink slash of flesh was already open
and I could see how lubricated she already was.
“Like the view?” She smirked.
“Yes!” The words leapt from me.
“, That’s very good slave, because it’s going to become very familiar.” She let herself down
until she was squatting over me. “Take a very
good look slave; I expect your utter devotion to keeping this
content.”
She was rubbing herself as she talked, her
fingers just entering her cunt. I could see her secretions as they spread
outwards, the dark pink flaps were awash.
She waved her fingers beneath my nose.
Obediently I sniffed, drinking in the pungent, earth aroma. “Very good slave now let’s see them clean, open wide.”
I steeled myself and then followed her
instructions. The taste was almost beyond description and was beyond any
experience I have ever had. I couldn’t help myself, by the time
“Now, now slave.”
I wondered what the hell she meant,
terminology, there was nothing polite to say about one woman being forced to
lick another woman’s sex.
“I … I …”
“After all a slave has an owner, and right now I’m your owner, so what will you call me in
future?”
“I should call you owner?” I ventured. It
didn’t sound right and I received a casual but hard slap for my error.
“Try again and think this time.” She
threatened to slap me again.
I thought furiously, no easy matter with the
brain that
“Do I look
like a man?”
When she finally moved I was seeing star’s
and didn’t care that my face must have been covered with her goo.
“Well slave, what’s my name?”
If master was masculine, then what was the
feminine? The word came unbidden, mistress. I tried it and it sounded okay. I
looked up towards
“Mistress, mistress, mistress, yes I like
the sound of that. You try it again, tell me, who am I?”
There she was, hands on her bare hips,
copper red hair across her shoulders, her naked pussy smiling down at me. She
looked magnificent and I should have been proud to have been her slave.
“You are my Mistress.” I said.
“I like
that.”
“You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress.
You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my
Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You
are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress.
You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress….” I chanted like some convert to a
new religious sect, which I suppose I was, the only
servant of the Goddess Jordan.
“You do learn quickly.”
It was the moment that I had been dreading.
“No allowances slave, either you do as you’re told or I’ll
smother you for so long that you’ll think its never going to end.” She hovered
above me, low enough so that when she moved my nose brushed against the folds
of her cunt. Then I’ll let you breathe and then do it again and again, until
your pretty little face will feel as if its been moulded to my arse.
Understand?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good, get to it.”
I could look up, look into her eyes and knew
that the threat was a real one. I’d clamped my mouth shut, to out her
secretions, but to use my tongue my mouth had to be open and then I knew that she would pour into my mouth.
“I’m still waiting!”
I summoned up my courage, opening my mouth
as little as possible I stuck my tongue out and jabbed, as if my tongue was a
small sword. I used it like a sword, just darting in and out, stabbing into her
cunt.
“Better.” I heard her say. “Better slave, but you must better yet, I can hardly feel you. Now get your tongue really inside my cunt.”
What can I say; something inside my head
snapped. What was it, a bright light, the road the
So I sucked and sucked, until her juices
were running down my tongue and into my mouth.
“You dirty BITCH, slave.”
I had lost track of everything, time,
position, and my humiliation and then
I discovered that
The orgasm lasted for hours. I know that was
impossible but from my position it seemed to last for hours. I was pinned
beneath her, forgotten as she just came and came, my tongue working
automatically up inside her.
Finally she was finished, her face looked
pale and I knew how intensely she’d experienced her climax. She looked down on
me, blood returning to her pale lips. “Very good … slave, better than … I had expected.”
“Thank you … Mistress.” I gasped, inwardly
glowing at her praise.
She just smiled and then rolled off. “You
know slave, we should have done this on a bed, its much more comfortable.” Of course she wasn’t thinking of
me. I could barely move after so long on my back. I lost the feeling in my legs
and buttocks.
I had managed, not without pain to get to my
knees. I wanted to straighten but my back wouldn’t allow me, for the first time
I began to cry.
“Stop snivelling slave.”
“I’m sorry Mistress, my back, I can’t move
and it hurts”
There was silence for a minute. I gradually
stopped crying, but the pain remained and I still couldn’t move.
“I’ve had it with school.”
“Yes … Mistress.” I gasped. I’d almost
straightened my back.
“And you live alone?”
“Yes Mistress … aah!”
the last was the cry of pain and relief as I finally straightened my back.
“In my sports bag … back of the door.” I
didn’t even have the wit or was it courage to ask why she wanted to know.
“Come on slave, I’ve decided to finish the night somewhere
comfortable.”
I looked stupidly at her, as I’d said, my
brain was mashed.
“Don’t you remember,
you invited me to stay the night?”
I just stared and did nothing as
“Come on slave.” She had to lead me and after a minute she
hooked her arm about my waist and literally steered me through the deserted
school to my car. “I’ll drive, get in slave.”
To Be Continued