Teacher Lust Part 3 By The Courageous Pedagogue (C) 2002 The Courageous Pedagogue. Part 3 - The Gym Voyeur. The events in this tale unfold approximately a week after the previous chapter ended, although I did not witness any of what is about to be revealed. The events in this part of the story are depicted as disclosed by my good colleague, Mr. Simon Samuel. He is 25 years old and is one of the male PE teachers at Weltby School being 5ft 11" and possessing dark blonde hair, which was cropped to a short number three all over. He had smoky blue eyes and had a figure that seemed to turn female heads of all ages in the school. Being quite a tough guy (he was fit), whether it was summer or winter, Simon would wear just a white T-shirt and blue shorts for classes, indoor and out. I often seek solace in Simon over a pint of beer at our local and we share accounts of goings on within Weltby and particularly at the school. He initially confided these events in me whilst seeking advice on what to do. What would you do? See what happened first. As it happened, I wasn't the only teacher at Weltby School to have been experiencing a little sexual action in the school grounds. I was sure that others fornicated with each other, just as much as the pupils - these are the times we live in I suppose. Anyway, Simon had joined the staff a year before me having completed his teacher training at Wolverhampton. In the same intake was his female PE counterpart, Miss. Daniella Edgington. Daniella had wonderful shoulder length auburn hair and hazel eyes to match. Her thin and well-chiselled features announced with good effect that she was fit and most definitely a PE teacher! She was about 5ft 8" and almost always wore a tracksuit to school, quite sensible given her role. Her white T-shirts showed off her bra clad 36C breasts to good effect when she walked the corridors or took classes in the gym or out on one of the fields. They had struck up a good relationship over the previous 12 months and even the pupils had picked up on the fact that both of them were young, attractive, single and in the same department. A perfect basis for a more than professional relationship. During PE, many of the braver pupils would tease Simon or Daniella about a supposed love pairing. They both denied it profusely and often responded with good- natured banter. It would surely have been frowned upon by Ms. Greer and Mrs. Gasser? One such teaser was 14-year-old Sally-Anne Fletcher. She was a schoolboy's dream really. She was on the school tennis team and possessed a cracking figure, very lithe. Sally-Anne had long milky blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. I take Sally-Anne for geography and I know how cheeky she can be, flexing her petite snub nose when she makes a smart remark. One day, Sally-Anne was attending one of the many after- school clubs and this day found her practicing her skills on one of the tennis courts, supervised by Miss. Edgington. A small group of boys who had been kept behind for detention had gathered to watch as Sally-Anne was in the last game of the day before finishing. The boys marvelled and talked quietly amongst themselves as they observed Sally-Anne dancing around the court. They took sharp intakes of breath as they saw her white knickers flash into sight whenever she jumped up for a shot. It was a particularly tough game this one, against the only other girl in school that could match her skills on the court, Penelope West. Miss. Edgington was umpiring. Sally-Anne made an uncharacteristic mistake on her serve and double faulted. "Fuck," she mumbled. "What was that Sally-Anne?" asked Miss. Edgington. "Did you just utter the F-word?" "No, Miss. I said Shucks," Sally-Anne lied. One of the boys at Sally-Anne's end of the court piped up, "She did say it Miss. I heard her swear Miss." It was the voice of Michael Hall. He was in her homeroom. Miss. Edgington walked over to the boys and asked the others if she had sworn. They all agreed, knowing what the likely outcome was. "Sally-Anne, come over here please," ordered Daniella. She trudged slowly over to her teacher, fist clenched in defiance, partly at her double fault. "Yes Miss?" Sally-Anne asked. "There are witnesses to your profane outburst young lady. I will ask you one more time. Did you say the F- word?" Sally-Anne's heart began to beat like a rampant drum, as she was aware of the consequences of swearing. Turning red with embarrassment she uttered, "Yes Miss, I am sorry, I lost my temper and swore." She could see the boys and in particular Michael chuckling to themselves at her predicament. She so much wanted to be somewhere else. "Well Miss Fletcher, I am awarding this game to Miss West by default for unladylike behaviour." Penelope quietly punched air to herself in delight at winning the match. "I take it you know the punishment for swearing?" Miss Edgington asked. "Care to tell me?" "Errrm, a spanking?" Sally-Anne offered, wincing. "That's right young lady, a spanking. Now bend over and touch your toes," ordered Daniella. "But Miss, there are boys here." Sally-Anne argued, well aware that spankings are usually on the bare. She didn't want these troublesome boys observing her punishment. "I don't care if the Queen is here. I won't have foul- mouthed harridans on my team. Your loss of temper was unacceptable. What if you had been representing the school? How would that have looked?" Daniella cut through Sally-Anne's argument like a knife through paper and sent her on quite a guilt trip. The boys snickered as Sally-Anne resigned herself to her fate and bent over and touched her toes. "I'm sorry Miss, it won't happen again." "Miss, surely you don't have to spank her here on the court, in front of these delinquents," Penelope pleaded with a look of utter contempt at the boys. Sally-Anne stood up again and the boys fell silent. Miss Edgington seemed to ponder these words, and Sally-Anne felt saved. However, she could not back down now. She remembered back to her training and in her mind exampled that if you give an inch, the pupils would take a country mile. No, she had to be firm. "No, I have decided on the punishment. Sally-Anne will take it here in front of whoever cares to look. Maybe a little humiliation will cure her tongue more than her fickle promises," she defiantly proclaimed. The boys again tittered. "Furthermore Miss West, I will not hesitate spanking your behind either should you continue to argue." Penelope looked at Sally-Anne and shrugged her shoulders in defeat. Sally-Anne mouthed a genuine 'thank you' to Penelope. Before Sally-Anne bent over once more, she took in the look on the boys faces that had ratted on her, all three of them. There was a look of spite and a squint of impending revenge on her face as she reached down to touch her toes. One day.... As Miss Edgington raised Sally-Anne's dark blue gym skirt above her waist, she thought about the embarrassment she was about to inflict on her star tennis player. Surely she wasn't going to let these boys see her naked backside and possibly see more of her as she was bent over? Everything in moderation, us girls have got to stick together she thought. Slowly, the skirt was raised, exposing the full yet pert bottom enclosed with Sally-Anne's brilliant white knickers. So pert was Sally-Anne's bottom, the material clung tightly to her girlish cheeks and the dark outline of her cleft could be seen through the material. The eyes of the boys almost popped out of their sockets. They nudged each other knowingly. Sally-Anne blushed, given this first round of exposure, and Penelope blushed at the thought of what the boys were about to see. Miss Edgington carefully peeled down Sally-Anne's knickers just enough to expose the top of her bottom cheeks. She knew that this would prevent full exposure and embarrassment in front of the boys. After all, they had been in detention and didn't deserve the full 'treat' of looking at her pussy. Both Sally-Anne and Penelope felt relief when they realised that Miss Edgington was not going to bare all - this time. However, Sally-Anne did feel as though this was a harsh punishment for what was ostensibly a first offence. The boys knew that they would be disappointed this time. Miss Edgington raised her hand, and Sally-Anne gripped her trainers tightly in anticipation of the first smack. SMACK!! "Unnngh," Sally-Anne cried as Miss Edgington's flat palm struck the top of her bottom. The boys jumped and grimaced as they imagined the familiar pain experienced by that gorgeous bottom. SMACK!! "Ouungggh, please Miss!" Sally-Anne cried again as the palm struck for the second time, this time focussing on her left buttock. The spanking continued through to a sixth spank, alternating from buttock to buttock. The boys now ogled her fit legs up and down, from the Reebok training shoes and white ankle socks up to the slightly lowered knickers. Finally, and with a seventh spank, Miss Edgington completed the punishment and tugged Sally-Anne's knickers back into place. The boys walked off knowing that the show was over. Penelope West followed, on her way to the changing rooms and a warm shower. Miss Edgington stroked Sally-Anne's bottom through her skirt as she smoothed it back down to cover her panties, "Let that be a lesson to you young lady. I don't want my star player letting, the school, herself or me down in future. Is that understood?" "Yes Miss, I am sorry," Sally-Anne replied, happy that this spanking was over and that there were no more boys around to see the tears fall from her eyes. As Sally- Anne was packing her racket back into it's cover, she heard a mobile phone ringing. Looking round, she saw that Miss Edgington answered it and held it close to her ear. The conversation she half heard intrigued her... "Hi, Simon, you ok?" Daniella asked the caller. Sally- Anne tried her hardest to look busy and as if concentrating on other things, this consisting mostly of bending over and caressing her spanked bottom to relieve the stinging. "Yeah, I don't have any after-school stuff tomorrow. I'll meet you in the storeroom at three thirty yeah? Cool... Oh, we can say that we are going through the equipment to see what we need to replace, no-one will know," Daniella continued. Sally-Anne's ears were alert. Her prim teacher was going to have a rendezvous in the gym storeroom tomorrow after school. 'But who with?' she thought, then remembered that Edgington had greeted the caller as Simon. It had to be Mr Samuel. Sally-Anne ran back to the changing room for her shower full of excitement at the thought of spying on their teachers. She always knew that something was going on between them two. Now was a chance to extract some hard proof. A really wicked plan flashed through her mind as she soaped down her gorgeous body in the warm shower. It felt so good, she lingered on her clitoris just thinking about it. -- As her luck would have it, Sally-Anne had geography with me as her final lesson the following day, and that meant that she could get into the gym store room very quickly when the bell sounded for end of lessons at three twenty-five. It had been a good lesson, and surprisingly for an afternoon session, everyone was attentive. Sally-Anne packed her books into her school bag and ran quickly out of Room 32 and made her way to the gym store room as quickly as she could. The students even seemed to part in front of her as if Moses was on her side, to make her journey simple. Panting heavily, Sally-Anne had made it to the storeroom before anybody else. She sat herself down between two gym mats and quickly caught her breath, excited at what she might see. There was no risk of her being locked in as, like yesterday, after-school activities were dotted around the school and so it would not be locked up for at least a couple of hours. The storeroom was very dimly lit and was adjacent to the gym itself, a tall dark green curtain separating the two sections. Within it, there were all sorts of equipment form vaulting horses for the gymnasts, table tennis tables, racks of indoor hockey sticks and basketballs etc. Weltby was quite a well-off school for equipment. Sally-Anne checked her school bag and pulled out a Polaroid camera, ready to snap anything incriminating. She felt naughty and quite a snoop, but she had grounds. Yesterday's embarrassment was fresh in her mind, and she wanted to be the one that exposed any relationship between the two fit gym teachers. She held her breath as she heard the curtain being moved, someone was coming in! Sally-Anne tensed as the mystery intruder slowly paced around the room next to the curtain, "Hello? Daniella?" the voice whispered. Sally-Anne instantly recognised it as that of Mr Samuel, the hunky PE teacher. With no reply, Mr Samuel assumed that he was the first one into the storeroom and continued to pace about. He was humming a tune that Sally-Anne recognised as 'One More Time' by the scandalous Britney Spears. Sally-Anne grinned for she knew that no man or boy could resist her in her school uniform! After a couple of minutes, the curtain moved again and another intruder arrived. Sally-Anne bravely raised her head slightly to the direction of the noise and saw that Miss Edgington had joined Mr Samuel. She saw them embrace and share a kiss, "Mmmm, Daniella, you ok?" Simon asked. "Are you kidding? This is so, so cool. What gave you this idea?" Daniella replied. Sally-Anne felt disappointed, as she had missed the kiss, a missed photo opportunity. Little did Sally-Anne figure that better and more incriminating shots were soon to be had. "Well, I read it in a Nancy Friday book, and it is naughty, us meeting on school grounds," Simon explained. Sally-Anne recognised the name Nancy Friday, her mother had two books by her. She knew that they were erotic in content and briefly thought back to times when she had sneaked them into her room for a quick read. Her pussy tingled as she remembered some quality masturbatory moments, and she firmly held her hand between her legs to quell the tingle. Simon and Daniella continued to kiss and embrace, before falling to the floor on a gym mat. Simon was on top of Daniella and Sally-Anne could see them rolling about in lust through the gaps of a table tennis table. The sounds of the kissing and the sight of the roaming hands continued to dazzle Sally-Anne and she began to rub her pussy rather than just hold it. She knew that she was wet. She wished that she were in Daniella's place, like all of the girls at Weltby School. But she also wished that she was in Simon's place too, but that was her little secret. Simon moved his hands over Daniella's breasts and arms, the two teachers continuing their extracurricular activity. Daniella was panting loudly at the touches of her secret lover, her own hands searching out his rapidly hardening cock, concealed menacingly within his blue shorts. The teachers continued to roll around on the gym mat, in a kind of erotic wrestle. First Simon would be on top and in charge of the kissing and fondling, and then Daniella would wrestle Simon off and she would mount him to reverse the power play. Such wrestling impressed Sally-Anne who was secretly cheering for Daniella, she wanted to see her PE Master's cock. In anticipation, Sally-Anne dug deep between her legs and slipped a hand into her panties and continued to witness this erotic show. This show had given Sally-Anne fresh erotic guidance for her to practice in her own sex life. As the clothes of both teachers began to fall away, Sally-Anne remembered that she wanted to gain some photographic evidence of this relationship to show her friends. She also remembered that she wanted to humble Miss Edgington for punishing her in front of those boys the day before. She removed her hand slippery hand from her knickers and began seeking the 'glory shot' through the viewfinder. Simon and Daniella were panting heavily and both were now in just their underwear. Through the viewfinder of Sally-Anne's Polaroid, she could clearly see Daniella's hand on Simon's erect crotch and both of them coupled together at the mouth in wonderfully full French kiss. Without further thought and with her heart drumming away furiously inside her girlish chest, she pressed the button and took the picture. With an audible click and a brilliant white flash that filled the room, the evidence had been secured. The severity of the situation now filled Sally-Anne's head. What was she going to do now? A voice piped up from across the storeroom. "What the...?" Simon gasped anxiously. "Did you see that flash Dan?" He was not sure what he had seen, if anything. "No, I didn't see it, now come on a kiss me some more or I'll get a ping pong paddle and spank your arse!!" Daniella replied menacingly. Still convinced that they were alone, the teachers resumed their frenzied groping. Sally-Anne firmly believed that she had got away with this picture, it slowly developing in her hand. As the picture appeared, she could clearly see the bulge in Simon's shorts and Daniella's hand groping it along with a permanently coupled kiss. Lust and jealousy filled her young mind again as Daniella's threat of a ping pong spanking for Simon echoed in her head. 'Perhaps I could spank Michael Hall NAKED in front of the girl's tennis team with a ping pong paddle - that would teach him,' she thought, a smug grin on her face. "Mmmmmmmm, Simon! Tickle my clit for me." These words from a highly aroused PE Mistress jolted Sally-Anne from a victorious future to an amazing present time. She glanced over to where the teachers were performing and saw that Simon had now relieved his colleague of her panties. The grey sporty garment lay by her side and Simon's hand was cupping her naked pussy. Sally-Anne's jaw dropped. As Simon's fingers delicately danced across Daniella's crotch, Sally-Anne could see that her PE Mistress kept a shaven treasure within her pants. Sally-Anne put her hands back in her own panties and tickled her own young clitoris, now throbbing at the sight before her eyes. How she wanted a picture of that to show her friends. "Ohhh god! Mmmm, please lick me. Lick my cunt, I've been a naughty girl," Daniella whined into Simon's ear. Simon chuckled and replied, "Not as naughty as you're being now Poppet!" With that, Simon moved between her legs and after savouring the aroma of her moist and musky work of art, he delicately and purposefully applied his tongue to her left inner thigh. He licked up and down several times before changing his allegiance to her right thigh. This teased Daniella wickedly and she quickly grabbed his head and manoeuvred him to more central and needy areas. Sally-Anne continued to rub her own sex as she witnessed this horny display of teacher lust. However, she was torn between getting off on this erotic show, or capturing another snap for more 'hard core' evidence. In a display of schoolgirl naivety, she retrieved her hand from her panties sucked it dry before picking up the camera once again. She was greedy! As Sally-Anne silently moved to a prime position for her shot, Simon began furiously flicking his tongue at the sensitive and buzzing clitoris of his partner. Simon paused briefly and at the precise moment that his tongue touched the goal again, Sally-Anne depressed the button on the camera. "Click!" The flash of the exposure awakened both teachers from their randy adventure and looked up to see Sally-Anne Fletcher carrying a shocked expression leaning over a vaulting horse, camera in hand. "Fucking hell!!" Daniella exclaimed, "What on earth are you doing here?" She quickly covered her privates with the previously discarded panties. There was initial silence. "Come on Sally-Anne, what are you doing?" Simon attempted to back his partner up. "Errrm, I could ask you the same question," Sally-Anne said triumphantly, waving the rapidly developing picture in her hand. --- Well, what happened next? Who has the upper hand here? More fun and frolics next time.