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Mrs. Trotter: Naked in School
by rache

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for Adults
Only http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm
Special thanks to: Eager Beaver Lip-Lock Sex Gloss - High Impact Long
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Note: All characters appearing in this story are real people; I didn't
even bother changing the names. The author supports sexual
responsibility, moral sobriety, and political insurgency. Try this at
home. Join the Sexual Jihad: S.A.S.E. to P.O. Box rache696@yahoo.com

See Chapter 00 (Prologue) for story details including codes and
synopsis

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Mrs. Trotter: Naked in School
Chapter Two

The sounds of muzak filled the school and I hadn't figured out exactly
why. When I'd asked, Mr. Steinway had shrugged and said something
about it relaxing the students. I had to admit that it was soothing;
the barely heard strains of familiar melodies had become invisible to
my ears after my first few days at the school. The only reason I
noticed the music now was because I felt so completely naked that all
of my senses seemed heightened to ridiculous extremes. I paused at the
drinking fountain for a long drink of cool water, but that only
delayed the inevitable.

It took me a long moment to screw up enough courage to enter my own
classroom. I could hear my unsupervised students through the closed
door. They were loud and laughing, teasing each other and enjoying
their momentary freedom. Twenty-six teenagers, boys and girls, were
about to see something even my own husband hadn't - my naked body. I
closed my eyes and told myself not to cry. Everyone is born naked, I
thought, there's no shame in the human form...But I felt it anyway and
as my fingers touched the doorknob, I almost ran away.

Flight or fight time had arrived and I had no choice.

"Good morning!" I said loudly, walking into the room as if I were
anything but naked. "Sorry I'm late...Seats please..."

I clapped my hands and the sound seemed to echo through the small
classroom. It had become utterly silent as my tenth grade students
stared at me. They were frozen for a long moment as I walked to my
desk and suddenly remembered I'd left my shoulder bag with all their
graded papers behind.

"Stanley?" I fixed my blue eyes on a rather handsome young man who
liked being his teacher's pet. "Would you go to the office and get my
book bag? I seem to have forgotten it."

"Y-Y-Yeah," he stammered even more than usual. "B-But you...you're...
naked!"

"Mrs. Trotter's naked!" ... "Oh man!" ... "Check her out!" ... "Jesus!"

The class erupted just as quickly as it had fallen silent, with all my
kids announcing the obvious as much to themselves as each other,
probably. They laughed and grinned, sharing only quick glances with
their friends just to make sure they were all witnessing the same
thing. I sat down behind my desk and hid my pussy at least, but I
resisted the urge to slouch or cover my breasts. I sat upright with my
shoulders back and my head held high, feeling the warmth not only on
my face, but all over my body.

My humiliation became acute as I tried to regain control of the
classroom. Most of the boys had stood up, some of them in the back
were standing on their chairs to get a better view of my body. The
girls giggled nervously as they were reminded that they too would
eventually have to get naked in school. So would the boys, of course,
but they couldn't seem to remember that little fact just then. They
had other things on their horny minds.

"Look at her tits, dude!" ... "She's hot!" ... "Fuck!" ... "Why is she
naked?" ... "Did you see her pussy?" ... "Did you see her butt?"

"Quiet!" I yelled, standing up from my chair and shaking with nervous
humiliation more than anger. "Sit down! Now!"

I'd never shouted at my students before and as soon as the words left
my lips I realized what I'd done. Losing control like that only made
me feel worse, but it worked. I blinked with surprise as my students
closed their mouths and sat down quickly. They were probably as
shocked at my outburst as me, I thought, and I might have
congratulated myself if yelling at students was something to be proud
of.

"Wow!" Kylie Watts giggled and rubbed her tummy through a yellow
maternity dress.

She was another pregnant girl and just starting her third trimester.
During my first week as a teacher, I'd tried talking to her about it,
thinking Kylie might be frightened or embarrassed. I'd wanted to
sympathize and assure the fifteen-year-old girl that I wasn't judging
her, but to my surprise she'd pulled out a grainy black and white
photo from a recent ultrasound and proudly pointed out her twins for
me. I'd let it go after that and thankfully, Kylie was the only
pregnant freshman I had to deal with...or so I'd thought.

"Stanley..." I said, pointing towards the door and he moved quickly to
retrieve my things from the office. "Thank you. Don't run in the
hallway."

"Oh!" He smiled at that and some of the tension seemed to leave the
room as the other kids laughed at the oddity of it all. The normalcy
of my words.

"Mrs. Trotter?" Carol stood up, making a face and she looked rather
pale. "I gotta go to the bathroom!"

She didn't wait for my reply, but fairly ran out of the classroom to
the amused grins and whispers of her classmates.

"Morning sickness," Kylie sighed with a knowing look. "It sucks."

I blinked at that news. Carol looked like an elfin princess to me,
with her red hair and green eyes, and freckles scattered across her
innocent face. She'd been naked in school three weeks before, the
first freshman girl of the school year, and I remembered her small
breasts had a smattering of freckles as well. She'd seemed so entirely
shy and innocent and now she was pregnant?

Nobody else seemed surprised, but gossip tends to spread more quickly
among the students, so...I decided to save that problem for later. I had
my own issues to deal with.

"As you can see, uh..." I cleared my throat and refused to sit down
again. "I'm naked in school this week and I'll expect you to, um...act
like adults. Yes, Gina?"

"Why are you naked?" the girl asked with a giggle.

"I'm not sure," I said before I could stop myself and I held up my
hands for quiet. "I mean, the school decided that teachers would, uh...
participate and...set an example."

I took a ragged breath, feeling their eyes crawling over my skin. I
had goosebumps and my knees wanted to wobble. My nipples burned for no
good reason, pointing outward fat and stiff from the ripe globes of my
breasts. My pussy felt more than merely warm as well and I felt a
tingling between my thighs as my clitoris became engorged with excited
blood. I wasn't sexually aroused, only filled with a confusion
bordering on panic. Unfortunately, it seemed my body couldn't tell the
difference and there was nothing I could do about it.

"Do you gotta..."

"Hands, please." I gave Jeremy a stern look.

"Sorry," he raised his hand and I nodded. "Um, do you gotta do all the
stuff too, Mrs. Trotter?"

"The stuff?" I tilted my head and pulled some golden hair from my
eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Like...Naked in School stuff," he said with a shrug. "Do you gotta obey
the rules like the other girls?"

I'd rather hoped that question wouldn't come up. Being freshman and so
early into the school year, this class had little experience with the
NIS Program, but everyone had gotten the pamphlets. All of the
students had been informed about the rights and responsibilities of
everyone involved, including the naked students themselves.

It was interesting how the different grades reacted to the program.
Seniors, having the most experience and after going through NIS
themselves, were easily the most aggressive kids. The juniors slightly
less so and the sophomores seemed more...experimental, I guess you could
say. The freshman were largely innocent and content to watch and learn
from the upperclassmen. From a safe, academic viewpoint, Naked in
School offered a wealth of information about social development, but
that did me precious little good and obviously I couldn't lie to my
students.

They held their breath waiting for my answer and I nodded my head
slowly.

"Yes, Jeremy," I told all of them. "I have to obey all the rules."

"Oh man!" ... "Can we touch her?" ... "Tell her to do something, dude!" ...
"You tell her!" ... "She's making my dick hard!"

"Please? Gentleman? Settle down!" I warned the boys, holding up my
hands and not quite realizing the show I was putting on as I walked
around the front of the room.

As unbelievable as it may sound, I could actually forget that I wasn't
dressed...at least for a few seconds at a time.

"I still have a class to teach," I reminded them. "And you're still my
students. Open your books to page twenty-three...Ah, thank you,
Stanley."

The boy had returned quickly with both my shoulder bag and my purse. I
took them from his trembling fingers with a smile. He couldn't have
noticed, however, as his eyes were fixed on my breasts. I didn't fail
to notice the small tent Stanley's penis had pitched in his pants
either. He seemed to be just as nervous as me and very self-conscious
as his face grew pink. I needed to remember that I wasn't alone in
this strange, new experience. All of my students were affected by my
nakedness and not always in ways they were comfortable with. I felt a
tad sympathetic for the boy as he took his seat and ignored the usual
teasing he got for being the teacher's pet.

"Oh!" I gasped softly as I opened my own textbook to page twenty-
three.

I'd prepared for the lesson over the weekend and then promptly
forgotten about it that morning in the principal's office. Now I
remembered, however, and the unexpected irony wasn't lost on my frayed
nerves. This class, at least this portion of the semester, concerned
itself with human reproduction. Sex Education, in other words, and we
were starting chapter two on this particular Monday. We'd covered male
anatomy over the previous few weeks and now it was time for...

"The Female Reproductive System," I said and in my personalized lesson
plan I'd made a note to write the chapter title on the whiteboard.

I ignored the whispers and giggles, taking a deep breath and steeling
myself against further shame as I picked up a red marker. I had to
turn, giving my students a wonderful view of my ass, and reach above
my head to pen the words in large, neat letters. My blood seemed to
boil and the temperature in the classroom must have risen ten degrees
within those few seconds. They were talking behind my back and I tried
to ignore the juvenile comments as best I could.

"You think Mrs. Trotter has ever been fucked up the butt?" a boy
wondered, earning nervous giggles from the girls.

"Beats me, dude, but I'd fuck her anywhere," someone replied loudly
and I almost turned around then, ready to loose my humiliation with a
burst of anger, but I couldn't.

Instead, I turned only slowly and with my eyes down until I realized
that a submissive posture was the last thing the situation required.
If I could maintain control of the class, if I could keep the students
in their place, everything would be fine. That's what I told myself
and I believed that because I had to. The alternative would be
unthinkable. Surrendering my authority to a group of fifteen-year-old
kids, yielding to their personal curiosity and eventual attempts to
satisfy it...No. I couldn't let that happen.

"The proper term is anal sex," I told the class as a whole. "And no,
I've never tried it...I also don't like foul language in my classroom.
Anyone using that word again will be visiting Principal Steinway to
explain why. Understand?"

My students replied with a dutiful chorus of, "Yes, Mrs. Trotter."

Having wasted too much time already, I found it easy to keep them busy
taking notes and reading along as I taught the lesson. I spoke quickly
and kept my voice loud, my eyes on theirs as I tried to keep their
attention on the material and not on my body. The bad news was that
the lesson focused on female anatomy. It served as the introduction to
the biology of female reproduction and the chapter started with the
basics.

"...and we call the external genital organs the vulva," I said, writing
the word on the white board. "Now, exactly what genital organs are we
talking about? Hands?"

The answers were right in front of them, of course, and most of my
students' hands went up quickly.

"Hannah?" I pointed at the strawberry blonde with my marker.

"The clitty!" she said with a grin.

"We call that a clitoris in here," I told her. "Good. What else?
Brandon? Give us another one."

"Um...What's a clitoris, Mrs. Trotter?" the boy asked, ignoring some
laughter from his friends.

"We'll talk about it in detail later," I told him. "For now, let's..."

"I mean..." He frowned at his textbook. "What's it supposed to be? I
can't even tell where it is in the picture."

"Yeah," Jeremy chimed in. "Where's the clitty thing at?"

"Uhhh..." I glanced at the drawing in my book and tried not to frown.
The illustration was very general, as it had to be, and showed little
beyond the outline of a female body with lines and arrows and labels.
There were no details and it probably wasn't very helpful to young
boys like Brandon.

"Can you show us, Mrs. Trotter?" Erica asked me and I wouldn't have
expected that from her. One of the boys maybe, but not from one of my
female students.

"Yeah," Jeremy said with a nod. "Can we look at you, since you're, um...
you know...naked anyway?"

"I, uh..." I swallowed hard as I found myself between a rock and a hard
place.

The last thing I wanted to do would be to expose myself anymore than I
already was. They could see my pussy, true, but from a safe distance
and I kept myself moving as much as possible. They couldn't really see
any details, I thought, and I'd become barely comfortable with that
situation. No part of me wanted to sit still and let several dozen
teenagers examine my sex in detail and I knew that's precisely what
the boy was suggesting.

On the other hand, this sort of situation was exactly suited to the
Naked in School Program and I had another note in my lesson plan: 'Use
a naked girl to demonstrate if possible!' If Erica had been naked in
school this week, I wouldn't have hesitated to invite her classmates
to take a much closer look at her female anatomy. If she'd protested,
as I'm sure she would have, I'd have threatened her with detention or
even being bound helpless in the collar. Students active in the NIS
Program simply had to participate in classroom activities in every
possible way.

But what did that mean for me? Why wasn't I spreading my legs and
inviting the class to take a good look while I pointed out my clitoris
and labia and everything else? I felt like a hypocrite, believe me,
and yet...I couldn't do that! How would I ever explain it to my husband?
How could I face myself in the mirror knowing I'd deliberate exposed
my most private place to a roomful of kids? I could imagine sitting in
parent-teacher conferences, discussing grades with the mothers and
fathers of teenage boys who had explored my pussy.

Would they know? Some of the parents would, I was sure; they'd ask
little Jack or Jill, "What did you learn in school today?"

And my students would reply, "Mrs. Trotter showed us her clitoris!"

"Um...Mrs. Trotter?" Brandon's soft voice grabbed my attention and I
realized I'd been daydreaming. Or having a nightmare, more like.

How could I not do it? I had an obligation to be the best teacher I
could be. I'd agreed to support the school and the curriculum, its
policies and programs. I'd promised the community, the students, and
myself to serve and protect the children under my care to the best of
my ability. That meant educating them. If I demonstrated shame, that's
what they would learn. Like prejudice or simply bad manners, kids
learn from what they see in adults and I wasn't ashamed of my body,
was I? I just didn't want anyone to see it so completely, that's all.
I'd made a choice about my body, a constantly evolving choice as I
grew older, and I could take that choice away from my students if I
taught them to fear their sexuality.

Christ! I prayed for divine deliverance from my indecision. Give us a
fire drill...Please?

"Very well," I decided, closing my eyes as I breathed the words and
very much hoping I knew what I was doing. "Randy...Wayne...You two boys
get my desk, the rest of you move your desks back a little. Make some
room right here."

None of my students were quite sure what I had in mind, but it became
clear soon enough. I had the first few rows of desks pushed back and
my two helpers pushed my larger desk from the corner towards the
center of the room, beneath the white board and the large words I'd
written to remind us all of today's topic.

"Now..." I swallowed hard and having cleared everything off my desk, sat
down upon it facing the class. "Come closer and, uh...We'll discuss the
vulva and the different parts of a, um...the female genitals."

The kids crowded around me, jostling and pushing each other for the
best vantage point and I could hardly bear to look at them. My lungs
didn't seem to work very well and I labored to take slow, deep
breaths. My heart had been pounding all morning it seemed and placing
myself deliberately at the center of attention wasn't helping. My
hands shook and I he'd the edges of my desk tightly, only relaxing
when I noticed my knuckles turning white.

I also noticed my wedding ring and the small, simple engagement ring
beside it. Henry. What would he think of this? I had over two dozen
high school freshman standing less than three feet away from me in a
semi-circle, staring at my exposed sex...A part of me that my husband
had never seen in his life. Somehow, I didn't think that being a
teacher would be an excuse he'd appreciate. Henry was an accountant.
He dealt with numbers and cold hard facts, and suffered no moral
dilemma when it came to doing his job. Teaching, as many people fail
to realize, isn't a black and white profession and the right choices
are not always the best ones.

"You taller boys," I told them, "stand in the back. That's it...Like
that."

"Man! I wish I was short!" Wayne said and despite his age, he stood
nearly as tall as me.

Several of the boys were nicely developed for being only fifteen-years-
old. Randy was another one and he licked his lips as I spread my
thighs even wider, until he happened to glance at my face for some
reason and his light brown eyes met mine. I looked away quickly, we
both did, but I only found myself looking at another boy's face, and
then another. They'd seen girls naked in school before, six of them
over the previous thee weeks, but never a naked woman.

"Now..." I said with a hard swallow. "Let's, uh...Let's look at my, um...
vulva."

I actually giggled and so did my students. They were nervous as well,
I realized, staring at me as I leaned back on my arms. My breasts were
thrust forward and I had my shoes on the edge of the desk. My knees
were high and bent, spread about as far as they could comfortably be
to make sure everyone had a good view between my thighs. The pale
hollows near my pelvis were pronounced and seemed to make my vulva
look even darker and fatter than it really was...not that I had a fat
pussy!

Swollen, that's the word, and my normally pink labia had grown thick
and ruddy. My nipples ached with a fire inside them, burning so hot
that they felt cold and the sensation frustrated me more than anything
else because I'd have dearly loved to pinch them. I'd become roused, I
thought dumbly, and I didn't know why or how my nervous excitement had
turned into something sexual, but it had. I felt the sharp throbbing
of my clitoris as that small nub of sensitive flesh stood stiffly at
the top of my slit.

A shiver went up my spine and my tummy no longer suffered nervous
cramps, but only the familiar tingling I felt when Henry kissed me.
When I felt his mouth on mine and his hands exploring my body in the
dark safety of our bedroom. I suddenly wished we were together. I
wanted to have sex with my husband and I found it nearly impossible to
sit still. My legs wanted to close around the warmth of my sex. I felt
empty inside and needed to clasp something long and hard and feel the
pressure of a man inside me.

I hadn't felt like that in a long time, not since I'd been a high
school girl myself and making out with one of my boyfriends. This was
different though. Nobody touched me, they were only looking. A dozen
boys and fourteen girls, my students standing so close they could have
reached out and stroked my flesh with their small hands. I could
almost feel them and the sudden desire just to be touched frightened
me. I had to push those thoughts away and I took a deep breath,
letting it out slowly before I interrupted their excited whispering.

"Linda..." I cleared my throat, speaking to the girl standing closest.
"Would you, um...point out my clitoris for the rest of the class."

"Me?" She blinked as her pretty face instantly took on a rosy hue
beneath her curling brown hair.

Linda had blossomed early and her well-developed body made her popular
with the boys. She had rather large breasts for her age, nice round
hips, and long legs. If any of the freshman girls had explored their
bodies, and I'm certain most of them had, Linda would be one of them.

"Yes," I said softly, struggling to keep my voice steady. "Where's my
clitoris?"

"Uh, right here," she replied, extending her arm and pointing at my
clit. "It's kinda...big."

"Does it hurt?" Brandon wondered.

"What's it do?" Jeremy asked. "Do you go to the bathroom there?"

"Don't be stupid!" Angela snorted and all of the kids started talking
at once.

"Mine doesn't look like that," a girl said and a few of the others
seemed to agree with her.

"Mine does," Linda told us. "But only if I'm kinda...you know..."

"Kinda what?" Wayne asked her with a grin.

"Forget it," she sighed, but I knew what she'd meant and so did some
of the other female students. A girl's clit only looks like that when
she's aroused.

"Should flick it," Petra suggested. "Like this..."

And out of nowhere, the girl leaned closer and suddenly flicked my
hard little clit with her finger.

"Ah!" I gasped as the unexpected pleasure seemed to explode between my
legs. It almost hurt and I closed my thighs, clenching them together
so quickly that I caught Petra's hand between them. The air had burst
from my lungs and I blinked rapidly as I tried to draw another breath,
feeling my pussy spasm and my tummy contract sharply.

"What happened?" a boy asked.

"I made her cum!" Petra laughed as she pulled her hand from between my
legs. "God!"

"Mrs. Trotter's cumming!" Wendy said and I could barely understand a
word they were saying as I tried to control myself.

"That's so wicked!" ... "Look at her!" ... "She's totally getting off on
it!" ... "What a slut!" ... "Is she okay?" ... "Open your legs again!"

All their voices ran together and beneath the obscene pleasure I felt,
there lurked a real sense of shame. I was having an orgasm, a good one
right in front of my students. They couldn't see my pussy as it grew
wet with a flood of oily fluid, but the unmistakable scent of my
arousal filled the air. I felt the juices spilling from between my
labia and leaking down my butt to puddle on the desk beneath me. When
I had a good cum, my pussy liked to get sloppy wet and even squirt
sometimes. Female ejaculation and multiple orgasms were not uncommon
for me and my feverish mind had just enough sense to know I didn't
want to spend the last twenty minutes of class writhing helplessly on
my desk.

"I gotta go!" I gasped, blinking at the grinning faces of my students,
hearing their laughter and lewd comments assault my ears.

I pushed myself off the desk to stand on weak legs and I stumbled out
of the classroom cupping my throbbing pussy with my hand. I was lucky
I didn't break a heel or fall onto my butt as I made my way to the
faculty lounge and the women's restroom inside. Nobody saw me, the
halls were deserted, and I thanked God for that small favor.

My orgasm passed, but only slowly and I had glistening stains
spreading along my thighs. Why had I cum like that? What was it that
had gotten me so excited suddenly? I had no idea and I was afraid to
question myself too closely. I locked the door behind me as the
restroom wasn't a large one at all, but only big enough for a toilet
and a sink. I sat down and closed my eyes, slumped against the cold
wall behind me as I caught my breath. I'd cum in front of a bunch of
kids. Petra had given my clitoris a flick of her finger, but it had
felt like a kick from a mule. I didn't understand any of it and I
couldn't bear the thought of facing them again.

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"June? Are you okay?" Ms. Rodriguez asked me from the other side of
the bathroom door.

I didn't say anything. I'd been in there for half an hour probably,
maybe more as the bells ending first period and starting the second
had already rung. I had students waiting for me. The juniors were
waiting for their own class, Arts and Crafts which was an elective and
mostly filled with girls. The few boys who had signed up for the
subject were only there for me, the prettiest teacher in the whole
school district. The sexiest teacher in our small city, some people
said, and I couldn't leave the bathroom.

The principal knocked a moment later. "Mrs. Trotter?"

"I'm okay," I said, hoping he'd just leave me alone.

I ran water in the sink just to make it sound like I was actually
doing something, but I did little more than sip a half dozen swallows
from my palm. I always seemed to be thirsty, especially when I felt
nervous.

"Well...Good," he said with a muffled laugh. "I'm glad to hear it, but
uh...June, I need you come out of there now."

"I can't," I said. "I'm, um...I'm busy."

"You've got a class to teach," he reminded me. "Your kids are waiting.
Let's go...Unlock the door."

"June, it's okay," Ms. Rodriguez said. "You're just nervous, that's
all. I understand."

"Marie?"

"Yeah, it's me," she agreed. "Can you unlock the door? Nobody's going
to laugh at you."

They were speaking to me much as they would any other girl who'd
locked herself in the bathroom. Just the week before one of the
freshman, Becky, had locked herself in a stall and I'd had to do the
same thing Ms. Rodriguez was doing...Talking her out of it. I'd told the
girl that I understood what she'd been feeling, but I knew now that
I'd been lying. I hadn't had a clue last week. I'd never been naked in
front of a bunch of strangers. I'd never been touched like that,
experienced an orgasm while sitting vulnerable and helpless for the
amusement of my students.

"Yes they will!" I decided, sounding an awful lot like Becky.
"Everybody saw me!"

"They're supposed to see you," Mr. Steinway said and I heard Ms.
Rodriguez shush him.

"We understand," she promised. "Your students understand too. They're
not going to tease you about it."

"Everybody cums, June!" the principal said. "Ow!"

"Shhhh!" Marie must have pinched him or something. "We all have to do
it. I did it last year, so I know what you're going through."

"They told you?" I frowned at the door as it dawned on me what Mr.
Steinway had said. "You know about my...my...orgasm?"

"It was just stress," she told me. "You know that. It's not your
fault. It doesn't mean anything."

"Oh God!" I closed my eyes and shivered, knowing the whole school must
have heard about the incident by then. That's what I decided to call
it too - The Incident - as if I'd suffered some small, personal
natural disaster.

"June?" Marie rapped lightly a minute later.

"Go away!" I said loudly. "Just leave me alone!"

"Okay," Mr. Steinway said. "I have a school to run and you have a
class to teach."

"Wait..." Marie started saying, but he cut her off.

"Unlock it, Mr. Jenkins."

I heard the rattling of the janitor's keys and I felt my heart stammer
with sudden fear and anger. I reached for the doorknob as if I could
keep them out, but that was useless. The door opened and I saw Mr.
Jenkins smiling at me, the old black man looking me up and down as I
still sat on the toilet wearing only my shows and a frown.

"Let's go..." Mr. Steinway said, waving his arm and I knew I had no
choice. The only other possibility was to resign...or get fired. Either
way, there would be little point in trying to stay in the bathroom.

"You're going to be fine," Ms. Rodriguez whispered, giving me a
friendly hug as I walked out of the bathroom and into the teacher's
lounge.

That felt nice actually as I did find some small comfort in her
sympathy. It's amazing how much a little thing like a hug can mean at
a time like that and I hugged her back. I felt foolish and ashamed, of
course, and angry at the principal for being so callous. But was he
really? I had to realize he had his own responsibilities and one of
them was to make sure his teachers were doing their jobs. What else
could I expect from him? I'd been acting like a child and I probably
deserved to be treated like one, but the collar still came as a
surprise.

"W-What?" I squirmed in Marie's arms as Mr. Steinway put the collar
around my neck. "Let me go!"

"Shhh..." she whispered. "It's for your own good, June."

"You know what happens to girls who break the rules." Mr. Steinway
chuckled as he fixed the collar into place with the sort of small
padlock you might see on a suitcase.

I could feel the leather cuffs falling over my shoulders, see them
waiting for my wrists. I didn't try to fight or anything, I merely
wanted to get away, but Ms. Rodriguez was stronger than she looked and
the woman had surprised me. They both had and Mr. Steinway struggled
with my right arm, but only briefly and with the help of Mr. Jenkins,
soon had the cuff locked around my wrist.

"No! Stop! I'm sorry!" I cried out as they grabbed my left arm and
bent my elbow.

"That's what they all say," the principal sighed.

"I'll be good! I promise! Don't do this to me!" My eyes were growing
damp, but I wasn't sobbing or anything.

"I said that too," Ms. Rodriguez said with a smile, holding me tightly
with her arms wrapped around my waist. "Be a good girl, June, and
you'll have a lot of fun this week."

"But..." I blinked into her bright brown eyes, feeling her breasts
rubbing mine through the itchy wool of her sweater.

My nipples were screaming against that rough sensation and I wanted to
push myself away from the pleasure of it. But I couldn't! My hands
were bound to the collar, held slightly above my shoulders with my
elbows pushed outward and my forearms framing my tits between them. I
shivered, uttering a long, low moan of despair as I realized how
helpless I truly was and as if to emphasize the point, Marie's hands
moved down my back to find my ass.

"You really are beautiful," she whispered, squeezing my firm cheeks
and pulling my hips against hers.

"What are you doing?" I breathed.

"Kissing you," Marie said into my mouth and her delicate tongue
followed her words and I found myself being kissed by another woman
for the first time in my life.

"Mmph!" I gasped with surprise and shock as she tickled my tongue with
hers.

I'd never kissed a girl in my life! I'd never wanted to! I felt the
humiliation rising the sun, warming my body even more than it already
was. I couldn't breathe and my heart was pounding in my ears, rushing
excited blood to my already dizzy brain. I'd have collapsed
completely, I think, if Marie hadn't been digging her fingers into my
butt. I felt her fingernails long and sharp, breasts moved against my
own with that sweater between us felt like sandpaper on my nipples. My
pussy throbbed, my clitoris thrummed, and I couldn't help but move
against her...with her...while we kissed.

"Goddamn!" Mr. Jenkins reminded me of his presence with a chuckle and
I jerked my lips from Marie's with a gasp.

"That's all very nice, but you both have classrooms waiting for you,"
Mr. Steinway told us. "Ms. Rodriguez, thank you for help."

"Anytime," she replied breathlessly and only let me go with obvious
reluctance. "To be continued, June..."

"Ohhhh..." I shivered at the look she gave me, having previously seen
lust like that only in the eyes of men.

"Come along, June," the principal said. "I'll walk you to your
classroom."

"But I can't teach like this!" I protested as my wits slowly returned.
"Please...Just take the collar off."

"After lunch," he promised. "If you behave yourself."

"What?" I blinked at the man, feeling his hand massaging my ass while
we walked down the hallway.

"Actually, this is working out pretty good," Mr. Steinway said.
"You're setting a perfect example for our kids."

"I'm...No! Please!"

"I'll have to see if I can find someone from the photography club to
get a nice picture of you."

"A picture! Why? You can't!" I almost stopped walking, but his hand on
my butt propelled me forward.

"Photos of naked students generally aren't allowed, that's true." Mr.
Steinway gave me a small shrug. "But you're a teacher, June, and
pictures of a teacher performing her job are good for the school.

"What?"

"You didn't complain two weeks ago when the newspaper ran a photo of
you," he reminded me. "Perhaps I should give that reporter a call,
although..."

"No! Please, Mr. Steinway!"

"...it would be nice if we could get you into the leg spreader as well,"
he said. "What do you think?"

"Think about what?" I groaned, thinking he had to be teasing me and
terrified that he wasn't.

"Wearing the spreader for a couple hours," the principal said. "Really
show the kids what happens when they break the rules. Would you mind?"

"Yes!" I blinked at him. "Of course I'd mind!"

"Hmmm..." He sucked at his cheek and then offered me a smile. "Well, I
guess we'll just have to hope you break some more rules then, won't
we?"

I suspected he'd been teasing me all along just to make that point. If
I made trouble again, he'd spread my legs wide and make me waddle
around the school like a penguin or something. It had been a threat, I
realized, and not an idle one either. Mr. Steinway hadn't hesitated to
collar me, after all, and Ms. Rodriguez had helped him do it! I still
couldn't believe that. It felt like a betrayal, but her kiss...Why had I
kissed her back? Why had my body reacted to her that way? What was
wrong with me?

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