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Detention
by MD James
D2beast@aol.com
Miss Jay stood before me, her pert nose in front of my face.
"Martin," she said in her usual scolding tone, "I will not tolerate
your attitude any further! Your attitude is disrupting the whole class!"
"You're the only one who is disrupting the class," I calmly replied.
She moved away from me, her eyes wide with shock, her face flush with
anger. "HOW DARE YOU!" she screamed. "HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK AT ME!"
For a minute I thought she was going to hit me. Now THAT would have
been killer for her! A teacher hitting a student in front of everyone else
would have been a major scandal. But no, she stood there, her arm
outstretched and shaking towards the door.
"Get out of here RIGHT NOW!" she screamed. "NOW!"
I knew what that meant. Time for another visit to Principal Henley's
office. My crime? Wearing a Playboy polo shirt!
Let's start at the beginning. Ever since I've turned 18 I've been a
big fan of Playboy Magazine. It's a family tradition. My father read
Playboy, my uncles read Playboy, my cousins read Playboy. Even my
88-year-old grandfather likes Playboy. (We have to sneak in some issues
for him to read, since Grandma doesn't care for it.) My cousin Cindy has
even appeared in Playboy for their "Girls of College" pictorial a year
back. She's now thinking about trying to be a playmate! She certainly has
the body for it!
Anyways, some of the birthday gifts my father got me included a
subscription to Playboy Magazine and some Playboy shirts and hats. All
very tasteful stuff, I assure you. At least tasteful according to OUR
standards.
My English teacher, Miss Kelly Jay, has a different opinion about
that. She's one of those prim and proper members of the Christian
Coalition. Ultra- conservative. She looked like one of those school
teachers from the old days. You know the kind - blouses buttoned up all the
way to the neck, skirts that went down to the tops of her shoes, hair
tightly done in a bun, wire-rimmed glasses on a silver chain, gold crucifix
around her neck. She HATES Playboy and everything it represents. To her,
I might as well wear a shirt that had the letters 666 in dripping red blood
on the front.
Miss Jay and I have had our differences before this, but when I
started wearing the Playboy shirts it seemed to validate every fear and
suspicion she had about me. She's asked me not to wear the shirts to
school, and we've gone a few rounds with the principal and school
superintendent about this issue. I've always won, but only because the
school didn't want to get into a free speech lawsuit. But that hasn't
stopped her from claiming I was "disrupting" her class with my "attitude."
This usually happens every time I've worn these shirts. She'd have one of
her little ass-kissing acolytes (or is that cross- kissing?) back her up so
I'd have to go on detention. She'd personally draw detention duty so she
could continue her moralization lessons on me. She couldn't use the bible
in class, so she'd pull out some "studies" (and I use the term very
loosely) supplied from the Christian Coalition on pornography. I'd have to
listen to this shit for a couple of hours, then write a paper on it
expressing my views. One thing was certain, I wasn't lacking in my writing
skills!
Today was no exception. Principal Henley looked up at me, shook his
head in frustration, then gave me yet another day of detention. Normally
I'd be steamed.. but not this time.
In fact, I PLANNED on this happening!
You see, I was sick and tired of hearing Miss Jay's moralizing sermons
time and time again. Tired of her acolytes hassling me between classes.
Tired of her self-righteous attitude and her smug disposition that her
views were the final word on any issue. When she started this personal
crusade I made it my mission to find some way to break her. Now all I have
to do is to wait until the end of school, and she's mine!
It took almost forever for the day to end. I gathered all the
materials I needed from the locker and put them with my homework. I walked
by the twenty or so acolytes as they gathered for their end-of-day prayer
sessions at the flagpole. I had to walk by them in order to get to the
administration building, so I couldn't avoid their comments.
"Satan!"
"Whore-monger!"
"Pedophile!"
"We'll pray for your salvation!"
Nice Christian folks.. in a Joe McCarthy/Roy Cohn kind of way --
The detention room was empty. Good. Nobody else to worry about. I
sat down in my usual seat at the front of the room and waited for Miss Jay
to enter. Any other teacher would have already been here, but I knew she
couldn't come in just yet. She still had to lead the "unofficial" prayer
at the flagpole first.
"It pains me to have to be here," she said as she finally arrived.
She had her usual sour face and the armful of notes to go over with me. "I
have prayed and prayed for you to see the light and welcome salvation, but
today's outburst shows me that my prayers have yet to be answered."
"We all have our crosses to bear," I said calmly.
She paused slightly. Then she replied "Yes, and you are my burden."
After setting down her paperwork, she began lecturing me on today's
issue, which was once again about the evils of pornography. She ran down
all the usual extreme cases of child molesters and brutal rapists. She
even mentioned the interview she saw of serial killer Ted Bundy, who
claimed porn drove him to rape and kill women. Anyone with even half a
brain knew that Bundy was a liar and a master manipulator who got away with
the biggest mind-fuck of his life, and is still getting away with it
because of people like Kelly Jay and her bible-thumping friends.
Anyways, it was all pretty boring stuff after you've heard it time and
time again. And I have. It was so predictable I already had my essay
written on the subject. All I was doing was feigning attention as I kept
an eye on the outside window. Miss Jay continued as she always did about
the subject. She even threw in stuff about the Internet. I've never been
online before, but after hearing all the stuff she was talking about it
made me eager to see if half of it was true.
Finally I saw Principal Henley get into his car. He was usually the
last member of the administration to leave. The janitor won't even be
around to clean up this building for another four hours.
I waited another minute to make sure Henley didn't forget anything
before making my move.
"Excuse me, Miss Jay," I said as I interrupted her lecture.
"Yes?" she said, annoyed that I broke her train of thought.
"Don't mean to interrupt you, but I'm getting a glare coming from the
parking lot and it's really bothering me. Would you mind if I closed the
curtains?"
She looked at the window, then at the clock. She still had another
hour left. "Yes," she replied.
I got up from my desk and closed the lone curtain. The room darkened
a bit as my eyes adjusted to the florescent lights.
"Is there anything else?" she asked as I returned to my seat.
"Yes," I said with a grin. "Take your clothes off."
She blinked. "What did you say?"
"Take your clothes off."
Her eyes went wide in shock. "How.. How DARE YOU!?"
My fingers went to the cassette player I had in my book bag. The
volume was cranked up loud enough to echo in the room.
<Oh Gary!.. Gary! -- UNNGGHH!!.. Take me -- Yes! -- Oh baby! --
OOHH!!>
It was her voice in the throes of sexual pleasure.
Her face went white. "How.. How did you.. OH!"
I had pulled out an 8X10 glossy of her in a motel room with an older
gentleman. Her blouse was open and his mouth was sucking on her ample
tits. I threw the photo at her, then pulled out more pictures showing him
undressing her, her sucking on his cock, her being mounted on the bed, and
the two of them holding each other like lovers. I had even included some
close-ups so there would be no mistaking who the two participants were.
"I was shocked," I said as I turned the tape player off, "to learn
that you and Councilman Gray were having an affair. Such nice upstanding
Christian man. And he's married too!"
She trembled. "What.. what do you want?"
"I've put up with your shit for four years," I said. "You've targeted
me for scorn, you've made me your pet project for your little acolytes, and
you've threatened to fail me for no other reason than because I don't share
your views. Well I've found out you're no better than me. In fact, you're
even worse because I don't hide my tastes like you do. So now it's payback
time."
Her hand clutched the gold crucifix.
"Now take off your clothes."
She closed her eyes in shame. "I can't. I can't do it!"
I put on the tape again, the sounds of her and the city councilman
echoing in the room. "If you don't I'll make sure everyone knows about the
two of you. I've got more than these tapes and pictures. I've got plenty
of copies stashed about, as well as the negatives, and even a couple of
videotapes of the two of you. The scandal may not harm you too much, but
it will end your lover's career and his hopes of running for governor on
the family values ticket. Do you REALLY want to be known as the next Donna
Rice?"
Her face was flushed. I could see tears start to well up. Her
nervous hands reached for the top button of her blouse. "P-please," she
said, "turn the tape off.."
I did, and watched as she took off her blouse. "May the Lord forgive
me for the actions I am about to do," she mumbled as she unzipped her
skirt. "I can only hope He has the grace to grant me the strength to
endure this penance for my sins." Her skirt fell to the floor.
She stood there in her white slip. Her arms shook and there were
tears streaming down her face.
"Take off the crucifix," I ordered. "You don't deserve to wear it
anyways."
Her eyes opened wide in a silent plea. I sat there with a determined
look, then turned the tape back on. She reached behind her and took
unclasped the chain. The metal gave a soft clang as she set it on the
desk.
"Come around and continue to disrobe," I told her. "I want you naked
as Eve in the garden."
She walked around, her face back down in shame. She pulled her shoes
off, then sat down on the desk to remove the white stockings. Then came
the slip.
She stood there in her bra and panties. Even with her hair up and her
glasses on she was quite beautiful. Such a waste to have a hot body as
hers imprisoned by such a hypocritical mind.
"Please," she said, "turn the tape off.. this is embarrassing
already.."
"You still have on some clothes left," I said. "Take them off as
well."
She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. The wire-frame brassiere
released her massive mammaries to the naked air. Then she slowly put her
hands on the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles.
"You still have something on," I told her.
She pulled her glasses off and put them down on the desk. Then,
almost by instinct, she let her blond hair down. She stood there, one hand
trying to cover her breasts, the other covering up her crotch.
I turned the tape off then stood up.
"Undress me."
Six feet of space separated her naked frame from me. She figured as
long as she stayed away from me she'd be safe. Just take her clothes off.
Nothing I hadn't seen from the pictures. But now she became aware of the
full scope of what I wanted to do with her, and the consequences if she
didn't.
"Come here and undress me!" I ordered her.
She shakily walked towards me. Like a robot, she pulled my shirt off,
then undid my jeans. She pulled my shoes off before working my pants down
to my ankles. Once out of them she paused in front of my groin. I still
had my briefs on. She could see how long and hard I was already as it
bulged through.
"Do it!"
She reached out and pulled my briefs down. My cock sprung out at her
and she jumped back slightly. I'm not "massively" proportioned, but I
certainly have more than most guys. Certainly more than Gary Gray. Just
how she reacted was proof enough.
She flinched at the sight of my erect phallus. "P-please," she
begged, "don't do this. It's wrong."
"No more wrong than being a hypocrite cheating on a married man," I
replied. "You asked God for strength. Ask him for some more while you suck
on my cock."
She still had her head down and away from me. "Please, I beg you for
the Lord's sake.. Don't make me do this! Don't shame me like this.. not
like this!"
I put the tape back on. "You mean you'd rather be shamed publicly?"
She shook her head. "No.. no.. please, turn it off!"
"Then take my cock into your mouth and suck on it!"
She looked at me, beat red in embarrassment, then, with her eyes once
again closed, took my member into her mouth and slowly began sucking on it,
like a baby on a pacifier.
"Look at me," I told her.
She continued to have her eyes closed. She didn't want to see me.
She didn't want to see my satisfaction as she further humiliated herself.
"I said LOOK at me," I said forcefully.
She did, with tears streaming down her eyes. She was no longer Miss
Jay, my pious English teacher. She was Kelly Jay, the woman who defiled
her beliefs by having an affair with a married man. The woman who was a
mockery of everything she professed. A slut, not even good enough to be
called a cheap whore.
"Suck it Kelly," I said. It felt odd calling her by her first name.
A rush of power almost as good as the pleasure she was giving. She wasn't
my superior anymore. She wasn't even my equal.
She bobbed her head faster, trying to get me off quick. She resisted
sucking on my cock at first, but now that she was doing it, she tried
desperately to make me cum soon.
"Stop," I told her.
But she continued.
"I said STOP." I put my hands to her head and pulled her mouth away
from my rod. A trail of pre-cum and saliva ran from the tip to her lips.
Not good, I thought. I didn't plan on forcing her to do anything. I
wanted her to do it all. I wanted Kelly to do all the action, that way she
couldn't say I physically forced her to do anything.
I turned off the tape. "Lean back on the desk," I told her.
She did, and for the first time I got to marvel at her naked body.
Now I have popped some cheerleader cherries in my time, so seeing a woman
naked by itself was no shock to me. But Kelly was no cheerleader. She was
ten years older than anything I ever fucked or wanted to fuck. Everything
about her was different. More mature. More developed.
Kelly had beautifully large breasts. Nice, round, and full. The kind
you fantasize about. The kind you wish all women had. Tracing down to her
belly, she really didn't keep herself too fit. There was little definition
there. She had an "out" bellybutton. Going further, I found her thick
mound. She didn't trim it at all. Oh well.. I wasn't planning on eating
her out today anyways.
"Spread your legs," I told her. She did and.. much to her
embarrassment.. I noticed that she was getting wet already! Perfect!
Once again, she shut her eyes and turned her head away from me.
"Please Martin.. In the name of our Lord.. please don't do this -- not like
this!"
"I won't be doing anything," I said. "You will. Now guide me into
you."
I positioned myself so that the tip of my cock was just in front of
her cunt- lips. The smell of sexual anticipation was in the air. I could
feel it. So could she. Her hand reached out blindly towards me.
"You'll have to look at me to do it," I told her. "I'm not going to
have you lie back like a fuck-doll."
She looked back up at me. Now there was anger in her eyes. She
wasn't going to play the victim in this. She can't claim she was raped.
She mumbled something, then reached out to my awaiting rod and dragged me
into her.
"UUUUUHHHHH!!!" she loudly grunted as she pulled my cock into her
pussy.
Once in I began slowly pumping her. "Oh.. yeah -- Kelly -- Yeah!..
UNNGGHH!!"
I watched her face as she tried desperately not to get aroused.. not
to feel me inside her. She had her eyes closed tightly as I continued to
pump myself into her.
"Yeah Kelly.. do you feel it? -- UHHH -- Oh yeah -- so nice -- OHHH!"
I put one hand on her breast. She bit into her lip. "You feel it.. don't
you Kelly? -- OOHHH YEAHHH -- UUNNGGHH -- Feel it build -- YEAH.. You're
a slut Kelly -- UUNNGGHH.. admit it.. Don't hide it -- UH --"
For a minute I thought that she'd be silent all through this.. then I
heard her pant. Then a soft moan. She WAS getting aroused by this. Then
the moaning got louder.
"OOHHHH!!" she cried. "UUNNNNGGGHHHHH -- OH GOD --. AAHHHHHHH!!!..
I -- I --"
"Say it!" I said as I picked up the pace. "You're a slut.. say it!"
"YES!" she said bawling. "I'm a slut! -- AAAGGHHHH!!! Oh GOD I'm a
slut! -- AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The fact that she came while admitting this was a bonus to me. She
sniffed and cried as I continued to pump my rod in and out of her.
"Hold me like the slut you are," I told her. "Hold me tight with your
legs and arms while I cum inside you!"
"Oh God.." she sniffed, "please no.. pull it out.. PLEASE!.. Don't cum
in me!"
But it was too late. I stiffened up and let out a loud grunt. Kelly
cried out as my cum shot into her. I held onto her tight so she couldn't
get away. Then as my climax subsided, I continued to hold onto her.
"Please," she murmured, "get off me."
I ignored her.
"Please.. I have to pee.."
I continued to ignore her, and instead kept my eye on the clock. Two
minutes.. three.. four.. My cock had already shrunk back down to it's
normal size.
"Don't do this," she said. "You've already come inside me. Don't
make this sin any worse!"
"I'm not done yet," I told her. Then I began moving myself in and out
slowly. The sensation and warmth of her vagina made my cock grow hard
again.
"No," she said in a whisper. "Not again.. please, no.."
I pulled my cock out of her. It was covered with cum, both hers and
mine.
"Get it hard again," I told her.
"How?" she asked in a soft voice.
"Use your hand."
She knelt down and wrapped her fingers around my cock. It was sticky
to the touch, but slick as she began to masturbate me back to it's formerly
hard state. She had never jerked a man off before, so I found her attempt
at it somewhat amusing.
Once hard, I told her to lean on the desk. Her wide ass stood in
front of me. I gave it a good slap on both cheeks, then entered her like a
dog.
"UUNNGGHH!!" she grunted as I reentered her.
I began pumping into her.. this time hard and fast. I could hear my
balls slap against her pussy.
"OH GOD!" she screamed. "UUNNNGGGHHHHHH --. UUNNNGHHH -- OH GOD!!..
AAAAAAHHHHHH!!"
I didn't say anything while I fucked her. I couldn't. I wanted to
fuck her hard and fast to make her cum as many times as possible before I
did. In every instance when I watched her fuck that old political fart
they took their time. I bet she never got fucked so fast she came more
than once.
"AAAARRRUUUGGGHHHH!!!! -- OH GODDDD!!!!! -- NO!!.. I -- I'M..
CUMMING!!! -- NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
I put my hands tighter around her wide hips as I continued to piston
myself into her pussy. She no longer held against the desk, but instead
started to slide herself on top of the desk.
"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! -- OH GODDDD!! -- NOOOOOO!!!!"
I felt her pussy spasm as she climaxed once again. I noticed that her
hands balled up against some of the papers she had pushed aside. I paused
only brief enough to grab hold of her big tits with both hands, then I
resumed my fucking.
"I.. I can't -- I can't -- Don't -- NOOOOOO!!! -- NO -- DON'T MAKE ME
CUM AGAIN! -- PLEASE!.. AAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!!!!"
She couldn't take it any more, and neither could I. I shot my load
into her with force. She made some sounds like "AA-AH" as my cock spasmed
inside of her. Then I collapsed on her back, my cock still inside her.
This time she didn't bother asking me to get off her. It would have been
pointless anyways. I was so spent that I couldn't get off her even if I
tried. She simply lay there face down on the desk, panting.
I got off her and put my clothed back on. She didn't do anything at
all. Just lay there naked with her ass in the air and cum dripping down her
legs. She didn't look anything at all like the pious woman she pretended to
be.
I finished getting dressed and pulled out the paper I had already
prepared. "Here's the paper you wanted me to work on for detention," I told
her as I slipped the paper under her clenched fists. "As I pointed out,
the real evil is not sex, but the suppression of it. Now here's the deal:
You will not flunk me out of class. You will not put me on detention for
expressing my rights. You will not balk when I wear my Playboy shirts.
You will tell your acolytes to leave me alone. You behave and after
graduation you'll get the photos, tapes, and negatives. You or your
acolytes misbehave and your face will show up on every newspaper in town as
the biggest harlot around."
I left her with the photos. I had plenty more where they came from
anyways. I didn't hear her say anything as I left. She wasn't crying or
moaning. Simply panted like a dog.
That was the last time I ever was on detention. Kelly didn't say
anything about that day, and I never needed to bring it up. But I did
notice a change in her afterwards, even if nobody else could. She no
longer had a pious look on her face. That "I'm better than you because I'm
a devout Christian" look. Oh, she still dressed like an old schoolmarm with
the buttoned-up blouses and long skirts, and she still wore that gold
crucifix around her neck. But she no longer flaunted her beliefs. Better
still, her acolytes left me alone.
A month later, I graduated from school. As promised, I send her an
anonymous package of the pictures, film negatives, videos, and tape
recordings. I still kept three pictures behind in case she wanted to get
back at me, but by then it was more or less pointless. Kelly requested a
transfer to elementary school, but only after taking a year sabbatical. No
one ever knew why she asked for the year off except to say that at the time
her stomach started to stick out a bit. At the same time, Councilman Gray
dropped out of contention for higher office, saying he wanted to spend his
time getting "closer" to his family.
No one ever knew that the two events were somehow connected -- No one,
except myself.
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Detention
by MD James
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