0 comments/ 22134 views/ 14 favorites Ms. Baker's Class Ch. 01 By: destinirains Grant and Bennie were best friends sitting next to each other in Ms. Baker's English class. Graduation was near and couldn't come soon enough. Both of them failed a couple of years of high school and were damn near twenty. Fortunately, they decided to get back on course and their day was coming soon. Grant spent most of this time training for football, basketball, and track. That interested him more than some boring history or economics classes. That was also why he was so far behind. He was the social butterfly guy and was usually friendly until he met Ms. Baker. Bennie was the one always being called out in class for being off-focus. He had and attention span like a kid watching a documentary about World War II. Bennie had a brain but he usually kept it on the top shelf. When he finally decided he wanted to pursue a career in acting, he learned that it would probably help if he graduated first. There was only one thing in his way. Yep, Ms. Coral Baker. The very person he expected would help him. Using the tablet attached to his desk, Grant checked his grades on the school website and he couldn't understand what he saw. He couldn't figure out why he had a "D" in the class when he turned in everything with an "A" or "B". More of a mystery was how Samantha, who missed at least three assignments and was late turning in another, had an "A." He tapped Bennie and asked him to check his grades on the school website, too. He was worse off. An "F" was staring him in the face! It didn't make sense. He didn't miss an assignment and never saw a grade less than passing. Ms. Baker was sitting with her legs crossed on the edge of her desk while she explained the details of the book report they had to complete to pass the class. She stopped talking mid-blabber and stared at the two friends. She was a tough one to figure out. She spoke with an accent that suggested she was from Texas most likely. She never raised her voice, ordered pizza for the class on Fridays, and went over every question that was going to be on tests prior to exam days. She would always beg the principal to let her take the class on field trips to get them out of class. She was a few years out of college. Despite all her positive traits, something seemed off-center. Ms. Baker slid off the desk and straightened her skirt. "Did you have a question, Grant?" All forty eyeballs in the room whipped around to look at Grant. He didn't care. He grumbled. "My grade for this class isn't right. Neither is Bennie's." "You're free to see me after class. I'd be happy to discuss it with you!" She was over-the-top happy. Like she was about to go to the amusement park not discuss a progress report. Minutes later, Ms. Baker dismissed the class and Grant and Bennie went to her desk. Samantha was hanging around for some reason. Grant looked at her. She had sandy brown hair straight to her mid back. She was taller than everyone in the room and gave off the smell of a flower bed. The smile she had made her face glow. Her eye shadow, blush, and all her makeup was perfect. The question was what was hiding beneath the prettiness? "Okay," Ms. Baker said as she pulled her gradebook from the drawer, dropped it on the desk, and flipped to the current grades for each student. "Grant, you have a 'D' in my class right now. Looks like you received a zero because you turned in your book summary late." Grant slid behind her chair and glanced at Samantha's grades before Ms. Baker closed it. He said, "I e-mailed it to you just before midnight. My computer kept freezing but I got it to you." "I did get it—at 12:02! I'm sorry but did you remember when I said it would be a zero if it was late?" He recalled what he saw in her gradebook. "How did Samantha get an 'A' on her summary?" "She spent a lot of time on it and she came to me for help. If you ever need help, you can ask me." Grant remembered that he overheard Samantha say she never turned hers in. What kind of help was she getting? It was like steam was blowing out of his nose and ears but he kept calm barely. "Yes, ma'am." "Also, don't be late handing in your parts of speech homework tomorrow. You're so close to graduation but you have no room for error. You're almost there! You can do it!" she said while pumping a fist into the air. Grant shook his head and stood aside to let Bennie have his turn. He wanted to spank her pumpkin-shaped ass so bad for what she did. He dismissed the thought. That could never happen. Grant walked over to chat up Samantha who was sitting in one of the desks in the front row. She was a fire head wearing her version of the school uniform. Her collared shirt was hiked up to just beneath her breasts showing her belly button ring. Her skirt was up around the middle of her thigh. She was like that all day and Grant wondered how that escaped Ms. Baker's attention. He was beginning to think something was up between those two. "Hey, Grant," Samantha said while tossing her fluffy locks off her neck. "Are you going to be at the Starlight Club tonight?" "What's going on at a club on a Monday night?" "The Spicy Soup band is playing! Don't you like them?" "Yeah, but I'm trying to graduate. I'll go to the club on the weekend. Is your homework for tomorrow finished already?" Samantha's eyes shifted upward. "Yeah, I did it early." Grant scoffed. "Whatever. I bet you did." "I did! Ask Ms. Baker!" Bennie moved towards the door and said, "Come on, man." He sounded like his girlfriend broke up with him. Grant stepped into the hall at his side. "What's the matter, bud?" Bennie was pacing in circles while blowing out in frustration. "It's fucked up! I'm failing because of my attendance? I only missed five days! How many did Samantha miss? She's taken three vacations this year alone!" Grant crossed his arms and tilted his head. "Calm down. So, you noticed she's playing favorites with Samantha, too. If we could prove it, we would have her right where we want her!" Bennie calmed himself and stopped pacing. "If we get this proof, are you going to tell the principal?" Grant smirked but it turned into an all-tooth grin when he thought more of his plan. "I have something else in mind. I think she needs to get a lesson." Bennie approached his friend. "Oh, you have to let me hear this..." The next day, Ms. Baker let everyone work on their book reports and wasn't teaching a lesson. Some of the class's attention was in their novels but others were on their phones watching movies, filing their nails, or sleeping. Samantha's desk was occupied by air as usual. Grant was staring out of the window while gnawing on his pen. The sunlight was so bright, it illuminated the whole room. It lifted everyone's moods especially Grant. He couldn't help but grow a bulge in his pants when he thought about what he wanted to do to Ms. Baker. If his plan backfired, being expelled was the best he could hope for! When he heard the door open, he whipped his head towards it. Samantha—forever and ten minutes late, staggered in and plopped in her seat. All she had was a folder and her neon pink phone! Grant patted Bennie's arm. "Sam's, here. I know she didn't do the homework but I bet she gets a 100 on it. We need that proof!" Bennie was slouched but rose up and leaned over towards Grant. "I'll get her phone. Maybe I'll find something on it." They waited for her to leave the room. She left her phone. She probably forgot it! Bennie walked by her desk, which was at the front near Ms. Baker. With an inconspicuous hand swipe, he had it and walked out of the door with it! Grant shook his balled fist and smiled. A couple of minutes later, his phone vibrated with forwarded text messages from Samantha's phone! He opened them. One of them was very intriguing. "Samantha, I corrected your homework so that you made an 'A' on it. Check your e-mail. I sent you a copy of Friday's test. I thought that might make your day. Tell your mom and dad that I said hi." The next message was a picture of Ms. Baker with Samantha and her parents at the park. Bennie returned her phone to her desk and fell into his seat. Grant said, "This will work! Good! Ms. Baker is friends with Samantha's parents. Of course she won't fail her. We'll show her what we found after class." He was fidgeting in his desk for the next hour and a half waiting for the end of class! When everyone left, Ms. Baker stood at the front of the room with those puffed up cherry cheeks and said, "Hey, guys. I see you're staying late. Can I help you with anything?" Grant and Bennie had their novels in one hand and writing with the other but dropped everything when they had their teacher alone! "I do want you explain something," Grant said as he pushed the button on his phone to send her the incriminating texts. "Check your phone. I sent you something." "Okay..." Ms. Baker said as she opened her handbag and dug through it to find her phone. Grant couldn't wait to see her reaction! She stopped like in suspended animation as her chin was about to drop and hit the desk. A lump appeared in her throat when she swallowed hard. Bennie intruded on her space. "We're waiting, Ms. Baker!" Grant was overfilled with joy watching his teacher squirm. He was having fun with it but Bennie's personality was deadpan. Ms. Baker sighed and mumbled something nobody could understand. Grant said, "I can't hear her. Can you, Bennie?" "No," Bennie said. He leaned into her ear. "Speak up!" His voice boomed and could have sent a wolf into hiding. She was trembling but tried to cover her nervousness by lashing out. "I said I don't have anything to say!" Grant said, "Don't get mad at us. This is your fault. You need to learn that you can't do this. Samantha doesn't do anything and she's passing? That's crap." Ms. Baker watched the students walking around the schoolyard. "Grant, I'll count your book summary towards your overall grade and Bennie, I won't count your attendance against you." Grant tossed both hands up and let them drop. "Oh, that's supposed to make everything better like that? I don't think so. Like I said, you need to be taught a lesson." "How do you think you're going to do that?" Ms. Baker asked with arrogance and her nose tilted north. She propped up her arm and rested her face on her palm while looking at him. He returned the look with a scowl. "I'm going to give you a long, hard spanking until your ass is so sore you won't be able to sit for a few days." Ms. Baker snickered. "Not going to happen." "Alright. I'm sure Principal Hooper would love to see these texts. Maybe even the Education Board." "And I'm sure he'd love to know you want to do inappropriate things to your teacher. Don't get expelled. You're about to graduate." "Bring a paddle with you tomorrow. I decided you're getting a paddling, too." "I'll see you two in class tomorrow!" Ms. Baker said as she returned to her jovial self. She wasn't taking them seriously, which burned out more than one fuse within Grant. He was beginning to think this may not have been the brightest of ideas. Something gave her enough confidence to mock him. His only hope was that she was bluffing. When he got to class the next day, Bennie was hanging around outside the door. "Hey, Bennie. What's going on?" he asked upon approach. He said, "I don't know. She told me to stand out here. I think we're in trouble." "The only one in trouble today is Ms. Baker. I don't know what she's trying to pull." Ms. Baker appeared before them. She was wearing a white blouse with another skirt, peach, with a split riding halfway up the side. Despite his displeasure with her, Grant couldn't help but fixate on her tanned legs for a few moments. His fixation kept rising higher where his imagination took over where her fabric covered the rest of them. "Good morning, Grant," she said. "Let's go see the principal." Grant and Bennie looked at each other with horror. They wondered what she was up to. They took the stroll with her through the maze of students chatting in the halls and moving about while stuffing chicken biscuits and cinnamon rolls into their mouths. Grant watched Ms. Baker's cheeks roll around in that skirt and he wanted his hands on it so bad. He was already hard and surging with arousal. When they stepped into the principal's office, Grant was attempting to meditate himself into a calmer state. Ms. Baker presented herself to the principal. "Hi, I brought these two from my class. It seems they wanted to speak with you." Principal Hooper was shaped like a human-sized pear and almost as big as the three of them put together. He face was covered in a greyish brown mat. Grant may have played football but he wanted to stay out of his way! "What is it, young man?" he asked Grant as his chair squeaked when he laid back. He watched Ms. Baker. For some reason, she was unable to stand still and playing with her hair. He whipped out his phone. "I wanted to show you something on here." The bells in the halls rang and Ms. Baker covered his phone's screen. "Um, class is about to start. Maybe you want to come back? I wouldn't want you to miss your lesson." Her voice was breaking into pieces. That whole thing was weird. Who in history ever had a one minute visit to the principal's office? Grant wasn't complaining but it was still strange. Grant stuffed his phone back into his pants pocket. "Okay." She faced the principal. "I'm sorry about this. I thought I had more time before class started." "It's fine. You can catch up with me later." "Thanks." The trio went back into the hall. She said, "I wanted to see if you would actually show him the text. I need my job. I have student loans to pay off, a mortgage, and..." Grant interrupted. "And I need my education. That's important, too, isn't it?" "Yes, but..." Bennie shushed her. "Be quiet. I've heard enough out of you, Ms. Baker." Ms. Baker hung her head. "I guess you have me. What do you want me to do?" Grant took a few steps and pressed a little on her lower back to signal her to start walking with him. "Did you bring what I asked you to?" Ms. Baker shook her head to say no. Bennie said, "Well, you'd better get it before class is over." When they arrived back at the classroom, Grant said, "We have work to do. Now, try to be a good teacher for once and do what I said!" Grant and Bennie took their seats. Ms. Baker was in the hall for a few minutes before she came in and announced to the class she had to take care of something and would be back soon. There was an empty seat next to Bennie and Samantha slid into it. "Hey, what's wrong with Ms. Baker? You were just with her," she whispered to the guys. Bennie said, "I think she'll be talking to you about it really soon!" "Why is that?" "You'll find out!" About a half hour later, Grant was writing when his phone buzzed. He looked at his new text message. It was from Ms. Baker! "I apologize for what I did. Please don't do this. I'll do better, teacher's promise!" Grant smiled and texted back, "Class will be over soon. I would get back here if I were you. Be careful!" Towards the end of class, Ms. Baker returned with a plastic bag sticking out of her handbag. Samantha flew to her and was trying to ask her what was wrong but she shooed her away. Eventually, Sam left the class in a huff. Grant and Bennie were enjoying it. The bells rang indicating the end of class. Grant was so excited that he couldn't contain himself but he had to do students everywhere a favor by punishing Ms. Baker. When the class cleared, the two comrades made their way to the front of the room. Grant aimed his finger at the door. "Hang the 'do not disturb' sign you use when we're taking tests on the door and close it, now." Ms. Baker complied and stood before them. Grant rolled her chair into the open from behind the desk, sat on it, and said, "Come here." She took tiny steps when she went like she was trying to delay the inevitable as long as possible. She squeezed her hands together. "I'm sorry." Bennie stood at her rear. "Sorry? Really? That's all you have to say after cheating people?" He drew his hand back and popped her ass! "Ouch!" Grant clamped her wrist and guided her over his lap. "Maybe you'll truly be sorry after this." He was salivating at the site of her ass looking up at him. He lifted his hand and popped her. His smack was softened by her skirt but was enough to make her squirm. He gave her ten spanks in a row and she was wiggling her feet. Bennie walked over and spanked her left cheek while Grant was spanking her right one at the same time. She lowered her head and cried out from underneath the hair that was draped over her. "Stop, please! Oww!" They spanked her harder for another minute. "Pop, spank, smack." Grant raised his hand for Bennie to stop. He massaged her ass and gave her a little relief but he was trying to feel her up, too. Her cheeks were somewhere between firm and soft but felt so good to his touch. He grasped her skirt at the bottom where it hung at her knees and pulled it upward. Her hand flew back there but Bennie grabbed it and kept it away! Ms. Baker was wearing pink panties. Grant almost lost it. Damn, she was sexy. He kneaded her and was sure he heard her let out a sigh. He went back to giving her a spanking as he pulled her closer to him with his left hand and gave her ten smacks on each cheek. The flesh sticking out from her panties were glowing. Ms. Baker, through sniffing said, "I've learned my lesson." Bennie said, "I don't think she's getting it, do you?" "Nope," he said as he grasped her panties at the waist and whisked them down her legs. She was shaking her bottom around and couldn't stay still. Free of obstructions, he groped her with roughness and she released another soft moan. He spread her cheeks to stare at her dark asshole. Grant wet his fore digit on this tongue and plunged it into her ass and she squealed. He fingered her, twisting it around inside her, and slapped her backside with his other palm. He took it out and ran his hands between her legs. He moved his fingers in circles over her pussy. She was damp and emitted a sexually arousing scent. Grant said in a low voice, "You're enjoying this too much, aren't you?" "No." "Sigh, still being dishonest, I see. Okay, have it your way." He spanked her bare right cheek with five more pops and Bennie smacked the left again. "Pop, pop, pop." The spanks smacking her flesh resonated through their ears. "I think she needs a paddling now," Bennie said. Grant was thinking that she had to be pretty sore but thought she could handle a bit more. He said, "We'll give her ten swats with the paddle. Stand up, Ms. Baker and lean on the desk." She whimpered as she rose to her feet. She turned just a bit towards the desk but froze. Bennie helped her out as he forced her to the desk with her breasts pressed against it. Her skirt had fallen over her ass so he lifted it. He gripped her hair, yanked it, and said, "You do what we tell you when we tell you." "Mmmhmm." Bennie put enough pressure on her lower back to keep her immobile, cocked his hand back, and spanked her so hard five times that her tits were dragging back and forth across the fake cherry wood. She was louder still and Grant hoped no one passing by would hear her. He took the paddle from her handbag. It was made of maple wood and slender. It didn't have the holes in it like some of them did but it would have to do. Ms. Baker's Class Ch. 01 Grant let the wood glide over her ass and she shuddered. He drew back and whacked her. "Oww!" she exclaimed. At the same time, Bennie lifted her chest enough off the desk to undo the buttons on her blouse beginning at the top and popping each one out until he reached the middle. He slipped into her shirt, pulled a tit out of her bra, and twiddled her nipple. It stiffened and she was moaning again. He went for her left breast and tugged and twisted its nipple. She hugged the side of the desk and shrilled. Grant gave her four more whacks with the paddle and she was sobbing and shaking. He finished with the last five swats and was she crying aloud and he stopped. He turned her around, cupped her face, and looked into her eyes, which were streaming. "You can't do what you did, Ms. Baker. Do you understand that now?" She nodded. "Yes, sir. It wasn't fair to you." Bennie brought her some Kleenexes and she dried her tears with them. He said, "We like you but we couldn't let you get away with what you did." She patted her eyes. "I understand. It won't happen again, I promise." Grant said, "I want you to know this is only the first part of your lesson." Ms. Baker said, "What?" "Tomorrow, you have to make up with us." "Don't forget we have a field trip to the art museum tomorrow." Grant shrugged. "So what? You talk like that's going to change something." The pair left Ms. Baker there anticipating their "field trip!" The next day, when the class was readying for the trip, Grant approached Ms. Baker's desk. She was gathering some notepads and pens and stuffing them into her handbag. Dressed in a light green button-up blouse and white pants that hugged her backside, she was as smoking as ever. "Good morning," Grant said. He was attracted to her and wanted to be inside her but at the same, he needed to make sure she truly understood the severity of her actions. Without making eye contact, she said, "Good morning." It was to be expected that she was lacking enthusiasm. Most teachers were happy to take in the complexity of artwork but this was obviously a different circumstance. "Can I see you in the hall?" he asked politely. She didn't say anything. She puffed and blew past him into the hallway. A breeze went by! Grant closed the door behind them and asked, "How are you?" Ms. Baker folded her arms. "How do you think? My nipples and butt are still throbbing." "I'm not going to spank you again unless you deserve it. Did you think about why that happened to you?" "I already told you that I won't do it anymore. I'll make sure you and Bennie pass." Grant grumbled. "No! We're not asking for a free ride! We want you to be fair! That's it!" "Okay. So, you said I had to make things up to you and Bennie. What did you mean by that?" "You have an SUV with those seats that fold into the floor, right?" "Yes." "Well," Grant said as he whispered into her ear. "We want you to suck our dicks and we're going to take turns fucking you in the ass." Ms. Baker gasped and a look of shock sprang onto her face. "Do I have to? Is there anything else I can do to make it up to you guys?" "No! I really don't think this is enough to make up for your mistake but it's what we want." "Sigh. You know I have to educate the class while we're at the museum." "We won't be long. You can excuse yourself after we tour the place and let everyone roam around until we're done with you." "It's not going to work, anyways. We're taking a bus to the museum." "Stop playing games with me. There's nothing that says you can't take your SUV, too." Ms. Baker stormed back into the class. Grant was looking forward to taming that attitude. Later on at the museum, Grant was admiring a painting of a river scene. The museum had that newness smell. Track lights with soft yellow hues shined on the paintings creating a warm atmosphere. It was quite relaxing. While lost in his thoughts, Samantha appeared out of nowhere at his flank. "Grant!" she said with balled fists at her side and a stamped foot. "You got me in trouble with Ms. Baker! I thought we were friends?" He chuckled. "We were friends but I'm not about to fail because of what you two were doing. Your lazy ass is going to have to do some actual work to pass like the rest of us!" "Whatever. I can't stand you anymore. Now, I'm not going to pass!" "The work isn't hard. You just have to do it and stay out of the damn club every night!" Samantha brushed by Grant when Bennie showed up. He moved in front of Grant so he could see him. "Hey, Grant. What did Samantha want?" "She's sore that we broke up her and Ms. Baker's crap. Speaking of Ms. Baker, have you seen her?" "She's downstairs chatting with the class. Are you ready to do this?" "Yeah," he said as he patted his pockets. He started doing so more frantically when he realized something was missing! "Shit! My phone! I don't have it! Bennie grabbed his cranium. "What! The proof is on it, isn't it?" "Don't tell me you didn't save the texts on yours, too!" "No, I didn't think we needed to!" "Damn, we have to find Samantha! I think she took it!" Both of them paced the museum upstairs and downstairs while looking at the faces of everyone there. They checked all one hundred or so people, which included some students from other institutions. No Ms. Baker or Samantha in sight! Grant's heart rate was immeasurable! He knew they were going to be in trouble if he didn't get his phone back! He never locked it and now he realized how dumb that was! When they ran through the lobby, they found Samantha with a smile that looked so evil and wicked that Grant had that feeling he was going to get it. She pulled his phone from her pocket and waved it around in front of him. Grant lunged at it and she let him take it. Grant caught his breath and felt relieved! He started thumbing through his texts. "You did the right thing giving it back. I would have been pissed if you hadn't." He browsed through all of the messages but the ones from Samantha's phone were gone! "Hey! You deleted some of my texts!" Samantha giggled. "Oops!" "This is bullshit!" "You know what I call bullshit? Getting me in trouble! Keeping me from passing! Friends don't do that to each other!" She seemed genuinely upset. What was funny is that her views were a little skewed—at least that's what Grant was thinking. Bennie asked, "What's going to happen now, Samantha?" "I'm glad you asked!" she said as she spun on her foot and went towards the glass double doors leading outside. "Follow me." They followed her to Ms. Baker's SUV. It was parked in an area of the parking lot away from the rest of the cars. She was finishing folding the seats down. Grant was getting the notion she was doing it for a different purpose than he intended. She pushed open the rear door. She had much more joy than she did that morning. "Hey, Grant! Did you enjoy the museum?" Ms. Baker spoke only to him like two other people weren't with him. He said, "What's going on here?" Ms. Baker shifted her attention to Bennie. "This is between us three, Bennie. Wait for us in the museum." There wasn't much he could do but comply. Now, Grant was outnumbered and he was at their mercy. Samantha pushed on his back. "Get in, buddy." He climbed inside. When she closed the door behind him, he pressed his back against it and leaned away from the women who sat by each other. Ms. Baker said, "I guess you figured out that your plans for my ass won't be happening. That doesn't mean someone's ass won't be taken, though." Grant was the one squirming. "What are you getting at?" "I think you know," she said as she sifted through her handbag and when she retracted it, she was holding a strap-on dildo! "Let me tell you something. I'm sure Principal Hooper would love to hear about what happened between us yesterday. And, I'm willing to bet that given your less-than-stellar history that he would believe me over anything you say." Grant gulped. "This is a dirty thing to do. You were in the wrong and you promised me you would be fair!" Ms. Baker couldn't quit grinning. "Get your pants down, Grant! I'm not going to ask again!" He sat there with his expression blank like paper with no ink on it. He was intrigued by the situation. It was one he'd never experienced before but he wasn't too fond of the tables turning and falling on him! Especially when he was set on taking her ass. Samantha sat with her arms crossed. "I think Ms. Baker told you to do something." On his knees, Grant went over to Ms. Baker. He stopped again. It was already demeaning. He wrestled with the idea of being taken by a woman. He was supposed to be the one fucking her not being fucked himself. It couldn't have been worse than not graduating, though. Or could it? Ms. Baker held his chin. "You do what we say or else." "Yes, ma'am," Grant said as he untucked his shirt. He undid his belt and Samantha helped him push his pants down. Ms. Baker was sitting on her knees and he laid across her lap. She yanked his boxers down to join his pants. He was so vulnerable yet anticipating what they were going to do. He felt a hand pull his butt cheek aside. Those hands were like marshmallows and warm. Samantha's he guessed. Ms. Baker was fidgeting around with something. Probably reaching into her bag of tricks again. She pressed something against his asshole and he jumped but Samantha held him down. His curiosity overwhelmed him. When he twisted his neck back, he saw that his teacher was holding an anal vibrator but that was it. Grant asked, "Aren't you missing something?" Samantha responded. "What might that be?" "Lube." She leaned over and let some saliva drip between his cheeks. "Happy now?" "No." "Too bad." Grant's instinct was to crawl away but they kept him still. Ms. Baker pushed the toy in. His asshole stretched to take it in. There wasn't much lube and Grant grit his teeth. The vibrator was ribbed and its occasion buzz sent pulses of delight throughout him. It was somewhat enjoyable as it penetrated him but it caused him to gnaw his bottom lip. Once it was in as far as it could go, she started fucking him with it using slow then faster motions. He couldn't help but get stiff. His breathing picked up and he moaned. "Ah!" he cried out. "Aahh!" Ms. Baker withdrew to where only the vibrator's tip was still in and plunged it deep. She pulled it almost out and drove it in again. She kept that up for a minute. Grant was moaning louder. It was becoming uncomfortable but he figured they were punishing him. He did his best man up impression. She halted and was moving around again. After a few seconds, cool lube was coating him. It was soothing and he relaxed a bit. It didn't last long as a finger started fucking his ass followed by another one and a third! He was gasping again. When he looked over his shoulder, he saw that it was Ms. Baker. She rammed her fingers in and out like she was angry! She pulled them all the way out and thrust them in again. He was throbbing now and sensitive. Probably how she wanted it. Ms. Baker gave him a couple of hard spanks. "On all fours, Grant." He laid on his side on the floor. "Please, Ms. Baker." Samantha laughed. "How cute. He's begging for it." Grant hissed. "I didn't mean it like that!" Ms. Baker said, "I'm waiting!" He did as she asked. That sweet woman with the southern U.S. drawl was nowhere to be seen. While he was there waiting for the strap-on, Samantha reached beneath him and stroked his cock's length. She rubbed it over the tip and his knees were shaking. "Yeah, like that, baby..." he said as he lowered his head and soaked up how damn good her rubs were raising his temp and driving him wild. His cock's head swelled and she took her attention away. He grunted. He couldn't see her but Ms. Baker must have been stripping. Samantha scooted behind Grant and held his cheeks spread while Ms. Baker eased in the rubbery strap-on. His moan grew louder the further in she went. His asshole was a little tense as it stretched him. Ms. Baker wasted no time ploughing his ass with deep thrusts, driving her hips forward each time with all she had. Samantha grabbed his erection again and glided her hands over it. Grant's legs were butter as he was about to blow. Already pulsing with both aches and overflowing with stimulation, Ms. Baker continued pounding him for the next five minutes. He laid his head on the carpet as he took her aggression. He grunted. "Grrrmmm..." Ms. Baker held onto his hips while she fucked him. With Samantha jerking him and his teacher ramming into him, he hollered as he squirted on the floor. Ms. Baker pulled out the strap-on and, after a few moments, made her way to the door but stopped to chat for a bit. She was back in her pants and the instrument that took his anal virginity and the rest of his dignity was put away. Ms. Baker said, "I hope you learned a lesson, Grant." He rested on his hip. "Yeah, I learned I need to make plans that don't backfire on me." "This is over, okay? I expect you in class tomorrow like nothing happened. Let's move forward from here. You're still on track." He lashed at her. "Okay, just go!" She slid out of the SUV and Samantha cozied into his space. Samantha caressed his hand. "I didn't want to see that happen to you." He jerked away. "Can't tell. You and Ms. Baker set me up." She grinned. "I won't lie. It was kind of hot watching her fuck you. It won't be the last time if you do what I think you're going to do. I might do you next." Grant scooted to the other side of the vehicle. "Nobody's going to do me again! And if you or Ms. Baker think this is over, I hope you like surprises." Samantha displayed her cum-coated fingers. "I made you burst. You have to be nice to me now." "I know but wrong is still wrong." "You don't understand. I have to pass or my family will disown me. They're all doctors, lawyers, and engineers. I don't want to end up working in clubs my whole life." "So you cheat? What happens when you can't cheat anymore and need to actually know something?" She jumped out onto the concrete. "I hope I never have to figure that out." Grant punched the side of the SUV. They got him. They humiliated him. He wasn't done with them yet, though! He had to come up with something for Ms. Baker and Samantha now. Something beyond what they did to him... Ms. Baker's Class Ch. 02 *****This story picks up shortly after Ms. Baker's Class Ch. 01 and contains both males and females being spanked and given anal sex. Proceed if that is your cup of tea.***** ***** Grant arrived outside his class after the museum field trip. His ass was still pulsing from the strap-on dildo Ms. Baker took his pride with. He wanted to go home and didn't want to see her or Samantha but being so close to graduating, he didn't want to screw up his chances of walking across the stage. Still, he tussled with the thought of turning a 180 from the door and playing hooky the rest of the day. Through the window in the side of the door, he could see Ms. Baker standing in front of class lecturing with an English book across her arm. He wondered how she could do that like nothing happened! It boiled Grant's blood! He wanted—no, needed another plan to get her but not end up getting his ass pounded again. He took a breath, turned the doorknob, and pulled the door open as slowly as he could. His body was trembling with fear as he didn't want to relive the humiliation in his mind again. He shut an eye with his other half open as to avoid seeing her or Samantha, who was sitting in the front row. He grimaced and made ugly faces as he made his way with careful steps across the room in front of his teacher. Samantha was texting and Ms. Baker didn't utter a word to her. Grant was becoming more steamed but wasn't going to accept that he couldn't do anything about it. The whole class was staring at him, not uncommon when they hear the door open to see who was coming in, but to Grant, he almost thought that everyone knew what Ms. Baker did to him. She had the nerve to stop mid-lecture to acknowledge him with such cheeriness. "Welcome back, Grant! We missed you!" She sounded so sweet with that gleam in her eyes. Samantha looked up from texting, flipped her fire red locks back, and said, "We sure did. I'm glad to see you!" They were rubbing it in but that would make vengeance sweeter. Grant shook his head as if he was shaking off their insincerities and dragged himself towards his seat in back next to Bennie who had fixated on him with a look of concern. He lowered himself into his seat ever so gently and looked away from his friend. He couldn't face him let alone tell him what happened in Ms. Baker's SUV. "Hey, man. What's wrong?" Bennie said a notch above a whisper. Grant, without turning his head, said, "I don't want to talk about it." He knew Bennie wouldn't let it end there. They had no secrets between them and there weren't about to be any now. "I'm not going for that. You know we're not like that. Tell me." Ms. Baker interrupted them. "Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Mr. Bennie?" "No, Grant was asking me if he missed anything while he was gone." "I just started, Grant. You're fine!" she said. Grant blew out a frustrated sigh and laid his ear on the oak desk. Bennie slapped his arm. "Come on. Out in the hall." He got up and Grant followed albeit with care. After Grant closed the door, he shadowed Bennie to a spot a few yards down the hall by the wall. Grant said, "I said that I didn't want to talk." Bennie folded his arms. "What happened?" Grant scanned the hall. A few students passed by but was mostly deserted since class was in session. He leaned against the wall. "Ms. Baker, she..." Grant searched for the will to say it and the right way to do so. He figured there was no easy way. "She fucked me with a strap-on, man! There wasn't anything I could do after Samantha stole my phone and deleted the evidence we had against her. She threatened to go to Mr. Hooper if I didn't let her do it." Bennie punched the wall. "Damn!" He just looked at his friend like he was feeling sorry for him. "Grant, we'll find another way to get her." "The song I heard today said that she couldn't take away my dignity but she did it!" Bennie focused on his cocoa irises. "She won't get away it, I promise. I'll think of something." When they went back into class and slid into their desks, Bennie's phone buzzed in his pocket. When he took it out, the display read, "New message from Samantha." Bennie raised a brow and crinkled his forehead when he opened it. The text was short but not sweet. "You're next, Bennie!" Bennie gulped and looked over at Samantha. Her cheeks were puffed with a face-covering grin and she waved at him. Grant asked, "What is it?" Bennie pointed at Ms. Baker and Samantha. "They're up to something..." As class dismissed for the day, Principal Hooper walked into the room. His mass alone made even the toughest football player cower but add to that his sternness and disdain for tolerating people's shit and he was someone nobody wanted to cross. As the last student left, all that remained were Grant, Bennie, Samantha, and Ms. Baker. The teacher approached Grant and pointed at the door. "We're going to have a chat with your friend. Go home. He'll talk to you later." "Sigh, yes, ma'am." Grant tapped Bennie's shoulder and walked out. Mr. Hooper rumbled in front of Bennie and asked, "What did you want to talk about, son?" Bennie trembled as his eyes enlarged. "I...I didn't have anything to say to you, sir." Ms. Baker asked, "Are you sure? Nothing about what happened yesterday?" She deserved the punishment Grant and Bennie gave her but he wasn't going to speak of it. Not if he valued his education! Bennie's heart was pumping at full speed. Mr. Hooper moved closer. "Speak. I have to get back to my duties soon." Ms. Baker laid her hand on Bennie's shoulder while looking at the principal. "He wanted to tell you that he is on track to graduate and he is so happy about it that he had to let you know!" Mr. Hooper extended his hand and Bennie took it although he wanted to know what the women were really doing. His hand was crushing Bennie's though it was intended to be an innocent gesture expressing how proud Mr. Hooper was. "I'm proud of you. Don't do anything to mess it up now. You're almost there and out of my hair. I'm just kidding. Ho! Ho!" Bennie withdrew from his vice grip and shook his fingers. "Right." "I must get back to work. Keep up the good work," Principal Hopper said as he bounced through the doorway. Ms. Baker secured the door behind him and with the clicking of the lock, Bennie's muscles contracted and his cock came alive for reasons he almost wished it hadn't. She lowered the shade over the window and the classroom became cast in midafternoon darkness with some light peeking in. Bennie asked, "What's all this about?" Ms. Baker returned to his front. "I wanted to make sure I had your attention. I kept Mr. Hooper from knowing about what you and Grant did to me and if you want it to stay that way, you'll take a punishment like your friend did." Bennie was in more disbelief. "I don't think so! You're not going to do that to me!" He was no longer surprised by this side of her, which was buried beneath all that sugar, honey, and molasses she showed everyone on the outside. Samantha rubbed her hands like cotton over his pecs. "You will because I know how much your future acting career means to you." The top half of her button-up white dress shirt was undone with her breasts fighting to free themselves. It was also not surprising that was overlooked by Ms. Baker. A bulge was growing in his crotch when she touched him. He'd always wanted to fuck her but it seemed that was about to happen to him! Bennie blew past Samantha and headed for the exit. "It's not happening! I'm going to tell Mr. Hooper that Ms. Baker is passing you even though you don't do anything in class whenever you decide to show up!" "You would do that to me?" Samantha said while pointing at herself. "I thought we were friends?" "It's wrong that I have to work hard and you don't have to do shit!" "I do my work. You don't know what you're talking about. Are you going to keep me from passing like Grant tried to do? I didn't think you would do that." Bennie was holding the doorknob but didn't rotate his wrist. She was his friend. They shook hips on the club's dancefloor under the lights to the blaring of hard rock and hip hop and played hooky with her a few times. Ms. Baker asked, "Do you think Mr. Hooper is going to believe anything you say? I think you have the school record for the amount of time you've spent in his office." Bennie released the doorknob and walked to her desk. "You have something on me and I have something on you. We're even, right?" Ms. Baker's sandy ponytail flopped around as she shook her head in the negative. "Nope. My word against yours. Who do you think has the advantage?" Sensations increased between his legs. "Don't do this. I'm sorry, okay?" Ms. Baker reached into her desk and out of her handbag came the toy that was to take his ass next, cleaned and ready to unleash punishment on his backside. Samantha walked over to Ms. Baker. "What position should we put him in?" "Hmm," Ms. Baker asked as she surveyed the room, stopping back on her desk. "We'll lay him over my desk like he and Grant did to me." Her eyes locked onto Bennie. "Bennie, drop your pants and underwear to your ankles and get into position!" He stood there without a sound. That's when Samantha grabbed his belt buckle and undid it. He could have resisted but chose not to. She unbuttoned his black jeans, grasped them by the pants legs, and tugged them down. A woman undressing him was exciting but his body didn't realize what the circumstances were! Samantha was staring at him but he wasn't going to return the gaze. "I didn't want to do this to you, Bennie, but I have to graduate or my parents will disown me. I wish you had minded your own business." Bennie scoffed. "Like you're one to talk. You know everyone's personal lives better than they do!" Her response was raising his shirt, which revealed his hardness as it pushed against his red boxers almost slipping out of its slit. "You're liking this, aren't you, Bennie? You want some action at your backdoor." Bennie still didn't let any words leave his lips. He wanted this over and tried his best to seal his ears to them. Samantha's fingers lightly running across the hairs on his stomach as she clutched his underwear at the waist quivered him. When she pulled his boxers down, his cock springing free became even harder. Ms. Baker was watching with her head tilted as she tugged at her collar. Samantha squeezed his cock and led him to the desk. Her hands were warm and soft. Bennie wanted to burst but he wasn't sure how much pleasure would be in this for him. She pressed on his back but he resisted. "Come on, Bennie. You don't want us to bring the principal back in here." Bennie growled and slapped the desk. "Grr, I'll go get him myself. I can't do this." He said that but didn't make one step in the door's direction. He hoped threatening them would help him escape the situation but it wasn't working. Ms. Baker encroached on his space and curled her lips with her eyes piercing through him. "We're not going to ask you again. Lay over the desk!" Bennie and Ms. Baker faced off, nose to nose, but the pressure caused him to crack and cave to their wills! Bennie sealed his eyelids, took a breath, and rested his chest on the desk with his ass exposed for the women to see and do with as they wished. Ms. Baker pressed on his back. He felt her move a bit as her other hand smacked his flesh! Ms. Baker spanked him again. "When I tell you to do something, you do it the first time!" She was a farm girl and her hands were firm enough to cause him to grunt. She spanked him again and his cock rubbed against the wood, increasing his arousal. Though he was sucking up the stinging of his backside, it was more humiliating than anything. Samantha held his hands down when she slapped his ass once more. He started pulling away but she kept him still. They held gazes this time. She was wearing crimson eye shadow, had rosy cheeks, and full, juicy red lips. Her hair was draped over her left shoulder. So hot yet she was doing this to him. Almost made it all for naught. His look was asking her how she could do this to him but hers said nothing. Not a single raise of the brow, shift of her lip, or twitch of a cheek. Nada. Ms. Baker gave him a few more pops, "Pop, pop, pow." Sam didn't flinch and almost appeared to feel for him. When Ms. Baker's spanks ceased, he heard her shifting about behind him and ruffling her clothes. It sounded as though she was undressing below the waist at least. The strap-on disappeared from the table and he tried to get up but Samantha laid on his back to keep him immobile. Ms. Baker's fingers pulled on his left butt cheek to expose his asshole. She said, "When you stop defying us, this will go better for you!" He could feel a fingertip press against his asshole and push in! When she dry finger-fucked his ass with the friction of her back and forth movements, he hollered out. "Ah! Stop, that shit hurts!" he said. Another finger joined in and she fucked him harder and faster. "This is for what you did to me. I'm only trying to help you!" He rested his chin on the wood and grit his teeth. He could do nothing but take it. At least her nails were trimmed. She rammed her fingers in, twisted them around, and drove them in again. Bennie moaned from the depths of his throat but she kept going. When she finally withdrew, his asshole was resonating with discomfort but a soothing coat of gel soon came to provide some relief. Ms. Baker rubbed it until he was slick. When her fingers left, he braced himself for what was inevitably coming next. Samantha slid behind him and spread his cheeks. The rubbery feel of the faux cock pushed inside him. His asshole expanded to take it in and the further inside it went the louder his groans became. Ms. Baker began with slow motions as she moved her hips back and pushed in again. She went back, almost out, and in once more. She sped up her thrusts and steadily increased the intensity of them. "Ahhh, ohhh..." Bennie said as she fucked him with each pound of their bodies forcing more moans out of him. The cock's tip kept massaging his prostate, which sent waves of sensual pulses throughout him. In one sense, the experience was enjoyable but in another his ass was throbbing and he was supposed to be one doing this to her. It didn't seem fair. Ms. Baker's hips kept pounding into him. She stopped for a moment and pushed the cock in as far as it could go and Bennie couldn't help but groan. She brought the toy back only a little and thrust into him again with all she had. Each time she went so deep inside him, she kept tapping his prostate. When she fucked him with short, quick movements, she milked some semen from it, which coated the tip of Bennie's cock. He loved the explosive feelings that conjured but he still wasn't entirely enjoying being fucked in the ass by Ms. Baker. She pulled the toy out of him and he released a sigh of relief and treated the desk like a pillow while he rested but Ms. Baker had other plans for him. "Get on the table, Bennie!" she said. "I want you on your back with your legs up right now." Bennie said, "Haven't you had enough? You got me, alright?" "I don't feel like begging. Do it now or you don't pass!" He bashed the desk, crawled onto it, and laid on his back over her desk calendar and pens and pencils scattered on it. She pulled off his pants and boxers, lifted his legs, and pushed them towards his chest so she could see his exposed asshole. She pushed the toy in him again and wasted no time thrusting him so hard that he was slapping the desk and hollering but tried not to get too loud for people were on the other side of the door. She held the rear of his knees and fucked him as she perspired. Samantha took his cock into her hands and jerked on it. She jacked him off faster. He was crying out in a joy/pain mix as his body was overloading with sensations. Ms. Baker went harder as she spanked his cheeks with each drive into him. She was shouting cries of delight too. Bennie's eyes rolled white as the entirety of his being was rumbling and quaking. Samantha was vibrating her hands over his cock and it swelled. Ms. Baker held onto his hips and fucked him good for another minute and, on the last of her thrusts with Samantha jacking him off, he roared and squirted a few globs of cum onto Samantha's hands. She licked her fingers clean of the sexual liquid that got on them. Completely drained, he laid there to catch his breath and compose himself. He could feel his asshole seal when Ms. Baker took out the strap-on and he was happy for that. When he could speak, Bennie said, "This isn't over. I'm going to get both of you for this!" Samantha sat on the desk. "Why? Didn't it feel good when you came?" Bennie wrestled with that one in his mind. "No, it didn't feel good to have my ass taken when I was supposed to take hers!" She caressed his head, which was hot and damp. "You didn't answer the question." Ms. Baker took off the strap-on and stuffed it into her handbag. She pulled up her pants and he heard the sound of her zipper and the snap of the button in front. "I hope you learned not to cross your teacher. It's a lesson that will serve you well even after you leave here." Bennie lifted up enough to glare at her. "And you will learn not to cheat your students and give people free rides!" He laid there and pounded the desk as the women left. He was humiliated and thought his manliness was stripped. He couldn't let it go. He had to talk to Grant. Fifteen minutes later, he was standing on Grant's welcome mat after having pushed the doorbell. He squinted because of the pain in his rear and it took what seemed to be an hour for his friend to open the door. The door creaked as it flung inward and Grant was there in a charcoal tank top and black nylon pants. His veins were popping out of his cut arms and his sculpted pecs were escaping the confines of his top. Before he couldn't speak, Bennie stormed past him and paced the carpet in circles while growling and flinging his arms about. "I can't believe they did that shit!" Bennie said as Grant locked the door. "What did Ms. Baker and Samantha want to talk about?" "They wanted to talk about my ass!" he said as he clamped both of Grant's shoulders and gave him a shake. "They got me, too! I didn't have a choice. Ugh!" "I've been thinking about what we could do to get them back but look at what happened to us." Bennie dipped his chin. "I don't know if we should do anything. We're out of there in a couple of months. Do we want to risk that?" Grant took a backwards step and tilted his head. "What? You're not serious, are you? They tried to shred our man cards. And they are wrong for what they're doing! Did you stop off and pick up a blunt before you came here?" Bennie was still tingling and his cock was half-erect. He was thinking about Samantha and how damn good it was when she made him cum. "Samantha...I can't quit thinking about how her soft hands felt on my dick when she jacked me off." Grant snickered. "Oh, that's it? She got you, alright. That's her ploy for making sure you don't retaliate against them. I knew you always wanted her and you're letting that confuse you." Bennie sighed. He couldn't have denied it if he tried but Grant was right. With his thumb, he caressed his cheek scruff and retraced his steps over the carpet. "Alright, fine. What should we do?" Ms. Baker's Class Ch. 02 Grant smirked. "I have another idea. Trust me." Bennie looked over his shoulder and lowered his eyes. "Last time you said that, we both got our asses violated." Grant grabbed the rear of his neck and focused on him. "Not this time. If all goes well, we're going to get Ms. Baker and Samantha." "It's the 'if all goes well' part that bothers me." "Don't worry about it. I'm going to set a trap that they'll walk into without knowing about it until it's too late. And then, we'll have them." Bennie smiled. "I've always wanted Samantha's little ass. It's tiny, like handheld size, but cute and hot." "It's settled but remember that we're teaching them not to screw with people's educations, too. We need to punish them so they will understand." Bennie rested his chin on his thumb. "We paddled Ms. Baker last time. What should we do this time?" Grant fell into the chair at his desk. "I have an idea." The next day, when the two friends were dismissed from their chemistry class to go to lunch, they scooted and slid through the hordes of students that flooded the halls in search of the cafeteria. Grant made a stop at his locker, which was a few yards down the hall from Ms. Baker's class. He darted his eyes around while working his fingers on the combination but saw only the hungry swarm. Grant nodded towards the door nearby. "Bennie, see if anyone is in her class." Bennie moved near it flat against the wall when it flew open. Ms. Baker was leaving with Samantha as they blabbered about something that blended in with the chatters and clamors in the hall. Bennie approached Grant as he shut the locker's door. "Grant, they just left." "Okay, come on," Grant said as he went inside but kept the room in the darkness. Bennie planted himself outside the doorway. "I'll keep watch." Grant nodded and made his way towards her desk. He found it when he bumped into it and a pain throbbed in his knee. He hobbled behind the desk, taped a voice recorder underneath, and stumbled by the chair on his way out. He closed the door behind him. "Okay, it's done. We just have to wait and see what my trap picks up." Bennie turned his head. "Are you sure it's going to work? It could pick up more than just their voices." "They always come back from lunch before everyone else. Probably so they can 'go over' Samantha's grades when no one is around." Grant tapped Bennie and off to lunch they went... After school was out that day, they paid a visit to Ms. Baker. Of course, her partner in crime was there filing her nails with her pale white legs protruding from her skirt crossed. Ms. Baker swiftly shut her gradebook and pinned her elbows on it when the door creaked. She focused on the friends when they walked in. She was wearing a navy pants suit with matching jacket on the back of her chair and sky blue button-up blouse with the aroma of peaches. Her hair was curly and brown and hanging free. "Two of my favorite students!" Ms. Baker said with a full-faced smile and happy like she just bought another pair of shoes. "I wasn't expecting you but I'm glad you're here. Both of you made B's on your parts of speech homework. If you do well on your book reports, you'll pass. Isn't that exciting?" Grant stepped forward. "Very. I'm losing my mind waiting for my diploma." Ms. Baker pushed away from the desk and threw on her jacket. "I was about to leave. Did you need something before I go?" "Actually, yeah," he said as he moved in front of her and swept his hand around underneath the desk. He tore off the voice recorder and brought it into view for everyone to see. Ms. Baker gave a sharp gasp and Samantha's chin was dragging the tile! "I'm willing to bet there's something juicy on here we'd all like to hear. Let's find out." Ms. Baker covered his hand as his thumb tried to press 'play' but he snatched it out of range. Her cheerful attitude was replaced by a smoking rage. "You were snooping around when I was gone? I'm disappointed in you!" Grant shrugged. "Disappointed? Well, that makes three of us." Bennie said, "Play it, Grant. Let's find out what they don't want us to hear." He did just that. It was indeed their bouncy teacher with Samantha's voice a little lower on the recording but it was hers. "Samantha, I already passed you for the class but you need to show up for attendance purposes. Pretend like you're working so no one will ask questions." "Thank you, Ms. Baker, but what if Mr. Hooper or someone else needs to see what I've done?" "Don't worry about it. I'll let you use my book report from college for the one in my class. You already have what you need for the test. You're fine." "Whew, I'm glad, but I won't walk if I fail Mr. Black's Algebra class. I hate math!" "I can't help you with that but maybe Grant can? He's good at math..." Grant cut the recording there. Samantha was out of her desk and trying to ease out of the room when Bennie blocked the exit with a snarl. Ms. Baker shrank away when Grant invaded her space with a finger near her nose. "You're the worst kind of teacher!" he shouted. "Trying to act so sweet and helpful and you do this! You still hadn't learned! How can you do this with a clear conscience?" A tear slid over the makeup on her cheek. "Please, it's not what it seems." Bennie shrugged and scoffed. "Sounds pretty clear to me. We'll take this to Mr. Hooper and you can explain to him what it is!" "No, don't!" she said through sniffles as she put her hands together. "I'm sorry! Listen, Samantha's parents helped me get this job and in return, they wanted me to make sure their daughter passed my class." Grant asked, "Why didn't you tutor her so she would pass without cheating for her? You think this is fair to me? To Bennie who are working our butts off to pass?" Ms. Baker showed her back to him without an answer. Samantha said, "I was never good at school especially English!" Grant added, "And math, chemistry, biology, music, physical education, and everything else. Whatever." Ms. Baker rubbed her eyes. "What are you going to do?" Grant and Bennie perked up. Grant flipped her around. "Do you remember when I said that I was going to fuck your ass? Well, we're going to do it. That's after you get punished for this atrocity." Samantha said, "I have to go..." Bennie stood firm at the door with his chest forward. "No, because you're getting it, too. You need a lesson and my ass is still hurting from what both of you did." Ms. Baker sighed while it looked as if she was counting the cracks in the floor. "Don't get me fired, please. I won't help Samantha or anyone else pass anymore unless they earn it." Grant said, "I'll make sure of that. Both of you be at my house in an hour. If not, you know what will happen." He walked out as Bennie opened the door. Ms. Baker's knees were crumbling and Samantha was pale—more than before. An hour later, Ms. Baker, with Samantha in the passenger's seat, parked next to the sidewalk near Grant's house. Ms. Baker's fingers wouldn't stop vibrating and Samantha had her hands mashed between her thighs. "I don't know if I can go in," Ms. Baker said as she stared at Grant's door. "I know they're going to punish me even more than last time." She turned her head and looked at Samantha. "I never should have helped you. Your parents are snooty snot-noses anyway." Samantha rolled her eyes. "Everything would have been fine if you kept your big mouth shut. It didn't occur to you that other people could be around when you started blabbing?" Ms. Baker pulled the door handle and put a foot on the sidewalk. "I guess I'd rather go in there than be out here with you. At least they're trying to make something of themselves unlike some people who want a free ride." Samantha stepped out, too, but stayed what seemed to be a mile behind her. Ms. Baker took her time taking the walkway to the front door. Her knees were like dough and her heart was racing like crazy. She knew she was in for something sinister but at the same time, she wondering if she deserved it. After stepping on the doormat, she noticed her palms were sweaty. She recalled why she became a teacher, which was to help students get an education and capture what their hearts desired. Not give them anything because life didn't work that way. She liked to think that she was kicking herself not because she got busted but because she was not what a teacher should be. She waited a few seconds before she pushed the doorbell. When the door opened, Grant grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside. She could already tell how this was going to go for her. She looked around and she was in a typical family room with plush dark brown carpet, a sofa, and love seat adjacent to it. There was a lone chair in the center facing the door. Probably meant for her or Samantha. Bennie was already standing like he couldn't wait for this. Bennie looked behind Ms. Baker. "Where is Samantha? She's a part of this, too." "She's was with me..." Ms. Baker said meekly. Bennie dashed out of the house and a moment later, he and Samantha could be heard spatting but he eventually pushed her inside and slammed the door. Ms. Baker folded her arms, leaned back on her rear heel, and said, "I don't have much time. I have papers to grade." Grant sat on the chair. "You have as much time as it takes for us to teach you a lesson. For once, be a good girl and get over my lap!" Ms. Baker realized her hard stance didn't work. She hesitated to move towards Grant. Bennie wrenched at her arms to unfold them and escorted her to Grant's side. Bennie spoke with firmness into her ear. "Do what he says or this is going to get worse for you." Ms. Baker gulped but tried to stand her ground one last time. She sighed and held one of her arms. He firmed his hand and gave her a couple of hard spanks. "Pop, pop!" "Oww!" she cried as she rubbed her ass. "Okay, I'll do it." She took a breath and laid across his lap. "I'm really sorry, Grant and Bennie." Bennie kneeled in front of them. "Just shut up and take your punishment." Ms. Baker sealed her lips. She could tell they were admiring her ass, which was pointed up at them. It made her a little wet knowing that. Grant spanked her left cheek and Bennie swatted her right and she squirmed around as their repeated spanks were searing her ass. She shook her feet and cried out. "Oww! Please! Your teacher is so sorry! I swear!" They ignored her and their strong, manly hands spanked her harder and faster and the stings had her eyes wet and she was sniffling. Samantha angled away from Ms. Baker as she couldn't watch her spanking. Probably because for a moment, she either felt bad for her or she knew her turn was next. For the first time in her life, she was without words. Grant and Bennie continued spanking Ms. Baker and she was patting the floor like she was trying to tap out but they were just beginning. The sounds of her spanks were somewhat loud but muffled as her ass was covered by her pants and some kind of underwear beneath. Bennie leaned over towards her face. He pushed her curly strands aside to see it. Her tears were causing her eye shadow to run a bit and her cheeks were pink. He said, "Stand up and get your pants down!" Ms. Baker wiped her tears and tried to speak through her sniffles. "Please. How many ways do I have to apologize?" Bennie looked at Grant. "Sigh, she still thinks that we'll stop because she keeps saying she's sorry." Grant rubbed his hands in circles over her ass. She was happy for the relief. Grant said, "She's good at teaching but needs help with learning. We'll make sure she understands how serious we are before she leaves." Ms. Baker turned her head. "I'll behave. Look." She slid off his lap, unbuckled her belt, and pulled her zipper down. Bennie took her by the arm to the couch. He sat as he guided her over her lap. Bennie ripped Ms. Baker's dress pants and navy blue panties down to her knees. He was getting harder the longer he stared at her firm ass. He gave her a spanking that caused both Grant and Samantha to wince and wonder if she deserved even that. "Fuck me in my ass? Pass people that don't do any work? I don't think so!" Bennie said as he spanked her for a couple of minutes straight. "Please! I'm sorry! Ouch! Oww! Ahhh!" Ms. Baker cried. "I was wrong! I won't do it again!" Bennie turned to Grant. "I think it's Samantha's turn." Grant held Samantha's wrist but she put on the brakes when he tried to pull her towards the dining room table. "Look, Sam," Grant said as he stood a nose's length away from her, "Ms. Baker is being good and taking her punishment. If you take yours, I'll make sure Mr. Hooper doesn't hear that recording. What'll it be?" Samantha looked away and sighed when she saw Ms. Baker's ass red like an apple and still being spanked by Bennie. When she looked back at him, she said, "Despite everything, I'm still your friend. I know what I did was wrong but you know I'm not good at school." Grant caressed her facial cheek. "I understand but you can't cheat your way through life. If you need help, ask. Like you said, we're friends, but do you understand that why I have to punish you now?" "Um, hum." Grant slid his arm behind Sam and pressed on her lower back signaling her to move into the dining room. She was taking the tiniest steps she could and slowed more when she neared the table. Grant really did feel for Sam and she was a good person that made a few bad decisions that he had to make sure she wouldn't make again for her own sake. He made Samantha bend over the table. Bennie brought Ms. Baker to the table, too, and had her bend over across from Sam so they could see each other. Samantha noticed how much she'd been crying and quivered as she imagined what the guys had in store for her. Grant lifted her red and black plaid skirt and laid it across her lower back. She acted as though she was going to be cooperative but she stood and tried to push her skirt back down. She begged, "Please, can we do something else?" Bennie walked over and held her and Grant flipped her skirt back up. "No!" Bennie said. "Just for that, we're going straight to bare bottom for you. Panties down right now." Samantha's hands were shaking when she reached behind herself and pulled down her red panties, which matched her hair and presumably her ass in a few minutes. Bennie brought a spatula from the utensils rack in the kitchen and showed it to Samantha. "This is what you're getting now since you didn't do what we asked. I like you and I enjoyed hanging out with you but this is serious. You cheated and you need this." "Yes, buddy," she said filled with sarcasm. "Oh, you have a little attitude?" Bennie said. "Okay, have it your way. Just for that, I want to see your tits." "Ugh, fine!" she said as she unbuttoned her white collared shirt. She pulled her bra down and showed her tits and their pink erect nipples and areolas of a slightly lighter shade. Her breasts were about average size but perky. Bennie traced the outline of her left tit and across to the right. Samantha seemed to be enjoying it but a sharp feeling followed when he pinched her nipple and pulled on it a bit. "Ah!" she yelped. Bennie held the spatula up. "Do you still have that attitude?" "No." "I didn't hear what you said." "No!" she shouted. Bennie gave the spatula to Grant. "Use that to get the rest of her attitude out of her." Grant swatted her with it. Her hips hopped into the air. "Oww! I'll be good!" she said but Grant gave her a few more pops from the spatula. Her pearly white ass didn't take long to glow after Grant gave her a steady flow of spanks, which caused her to grunt and groan. Bennie went back to spanking Ms. Baker and both girls saw each other get punished. And both of them were wiggling their asses and slapping the table. After another minute, the boys let them have a break and gave each other a nod. Grant said, "I think both of you have taken your spankings well but there's one more thing that has to happen." Samantha was massaging her own fiery butt cheeks and asked, "What's that?" Bennie approached her and said, "Oh, I think you know. We both got our asses fucked and we're going to return the deed." Both girls gasped and looked at each other. Ms. Baker turned and asked, "Will you both promise not to let anyone else hear that recording?" Grant said, "I promise. I know you should be fired for what you did and Sam should be expelled but I won't do it after we fuck you both in the ass." Samantha asked, "I guess I can't talk my way out of this either but be gentle." "We will, won't we, Bennie?" Grant said while nudging his partner. "Right, right," he said as he maneuvered behind Ms. Baker. She was shuddering and could hardly keep still as she awaited what was coming next. Grant disappeared but returned with a bottle of clear gel and gave it to Bennie. Bennie popped it open and let some of it ooze through Ms. Baker's ass. Grant pulled her right ass cheek to reveal her bud with naturally brown colored ring and rubbed the gel on it until it was slick. Bennie loosened his belt, unzipped his pants, and slid them down until his cock fell out. Ms. Baker flinched when Bennie touched the smooth head of his cock to her asshole but her pants and panties were still at her knees and Grant kept a hand on her back. Both were restricting her movements. She clamped her teeth onto her bottom lip when she felt Bennie's cock press into her ass and she sucked in a hard, sharp breath when she spread to accommodate him and it popped in. She shrieked and grabbed the edges of the round table. Grant slid in front of her and, in a soft, caring tone, asked, "Are you okay?" She nodded through her moans and squints as Bennie delved further into her ass. Grant held her hand and she squeezed it to where she was crushing it but despite everything, she was still his favorite teacher. Bennie pulled almost out and eased forward again. He did the same and again, thrusting into her with more power while Grant freed his hand to give her a spanking at the same time. "Oh, oh, ah..." she said as he smacked her flesh and Bennie penetrated her, ramming her against the table and causing her breasts to grind back and forth over it. Bennie growled like an animal as he held onto her hips as he sped up his cock's drives into her and she was crying out louder but she was taking it like a good teacher. Again, Samantha looked away. Bennie, while still pounding Ms. Baker's ass, asked, "Are you going to cheat people again?" Ms. Baker, between hollers, said, "No, Bennie! I'll be a good teacher!" Bennie dug his fingertips into her already sensitive ass, slowed his cock's vibrations within her, letting her really feel her asshole squeeze it, and she sprawled out over the table and squealed. Bennie slapped her ass a few more times and she yelped as the sound of his hand contacting her flesh filled the room. Ms. Baker was truly regretting what she did. Grant approached Samantha. "Your turn! Lean on the table, Sam!" She was sitting on the table with her back to him and chewing a nail and tore at it as she shifted her eyes back and forth. Samantha kept gnawing on that nail. "Please..." Grant folded his arms and spoke into her ear softly. "I've tried being nice but it's not working is it?" "No, I mean yes. Please don't hurt me too bad," she pleaded with her hands together in front of her. Ms. Baker's Class Ch. 02 "I'll only do enough to make sure you learn to be a good girl from now on." Samantha grinned. "Okay, I'll be a good girl. Can we skip this now?" "No!" Grant said as he held her hips, slid her off the table, and pushed on her back so that she was over the table with her ass pushed out towards him. Samantha buried her face in her hands and waited while whimpering. Grant lifted her skirt and laid it over her lower back again, and, in a swift motion, her panties were back at her ankles. He dropped his pants and boxers and massaged his cock until it was hard and stiff. He coated her pink butthole with the lube. Samantha watched while Bennie had a handful of Ms. Baker's curly locks and pulled her head back as he continued fucking her backside. Now, Sam felt Grant's head push against her ass and she jumped and awaited the rest of his cock. Her eyes and mouth stretched along with her asshole as he filled it whole and she moaned aloud. He began with an easy rhythm but sped up and was in sync with Bennie as they both punished the women's asses and all four of them were moaning, grunting, and breathing quick and hard. Grant, with a hold of Sam's hips and pistoning in and out of her ass before going as deep as he could, asked, "Are you going to ask for help from now on instead of cheating on your work?" Samantha squinted as he kept colliding with her hips and rocking her body. "Yes! Yes! I will!" "You'd better!" Grant said while spanking her butt each time he pushed into her. He pulled away from her until his tip was just about to pop out but he went in as far as he could. He eased away, his cock slowly pulling almost out, and again he drove into her, deep and forcefully. He went back to steady, rhythmic thrusts that sent feelings of a pleasurable pain throughout Samantha. Grant leaned forward and yanked on her hair as he dominated her most sacred hole. The guys pulled out. Bennie pointed at the floor near Ms. Baker. She sank to her knees and he stuffed his cock into her warm, wet mouth. She glided her tongue over its length on both sides. She clamped her lips onto it with her hands circled around it and was jacking him off while sucking hard on it at the same time. Bennie pulled her closer and she took all of him in and held it there. Samantha was on the floor with her knees bent beneath her and underneath Grant sucking his sac and dragging her tongue from it, across his cock, and stopped to suck his head. He grabbed her fluffy hair and the rumbles from his chest grew louder. She took in his whole cock, sucked on it while drawing back, and sucked hard again while bobbing on it. Grant's legs and cock tightened, he groaned, and burst into her mouth. Samantha cleaned him completely with her tongue, coating his cock in her saliva. Bennie, stiff with cum leaking from his head, squirted a couple of streams over Ms. Baker's face, some flying into her hair, and he roared and sucked air as the energy dissipated from him. Everyone collapsed to the tile as the aroma of sexual juices permeated the room. The house darkened as the sun was setting for the day and the illusion of nighttime seemed to make everyone feel even more exhausted. After gathering herself a few minutes later, Ms. Baker broke the silence. "I'm really sorry for my behavior, guys. I will be a fair teacher from now on. Can you guys forgive me?" Bennie and Grant looked at each other for a moment and nodded. Grant walked over, held both her hands with a warm tenderness, and lifted her to her feet. While connected at the eyes, he said, "We do but never again, okay?" "I promise." "I also want you to understand that what we did was for both of your own goods." "I know. Can I go now?" "Yes," Grant said as he released her hands. "We'll see you in class." "Okay," she said as she turned to Bennie who gave her a nod of approval and a slight grin. After she pulled up her panties and pants, it seemed odd to the men that Ms. Baker didn't sprint for the front door. Instead, her footsteps carried her towards Samantha who was sitting on the floor. Samantha must have seen the intent within Ms. Baker as she tried to scoot away but she snatched her wrist, yanked her forward, and positioned her on her tummy. She lifted her skirt and spanked her bare ass in rhythm with her speech. "You little spoiled brat! 'Spank.' I'm never cheating for you again! 'Spank.' And I don't care that your parents helped me get my job! 'Spank.' A bunch of snooty snobs! 'Spank.'" Samantha's hands zipped behind her to massage the throbbing out of her roasted cheeks as a stream of tears flowed from her eyes. "Ah! I'm sorry, Ms. Baker! Grant's going to help me pass. I don't need to cheat anymore!" "Humph," Ms. Baker scoffed as she marched to the front door and slammed it behind her. Samantha wiped her eyes. "Guys, I'm really sorry, too. I hope we can get back to being friends." "I don't know. We'll see," Bennie said. "Maybe," Grant added. The next day in class, Ms. Baker was back to her jovial self, greeting Grant and Bennie with a wave upon seeing them and welcoming them. Samantha, however, was greeted with a snarl. She no longer sat in the front and instead chose a desk in the rear next to Grant. For the first time, she came to class with her books, notebook, and a pen and seemed ready to try to do things the right way. Grant and Bennie would end up graduating and, with Grant's help, Samantha did, too. He was quite proud of that. Ms. Baker kept her promise to be fair and honest and thanked the men for not speaking to anyone about her misdeeds. Grant and Bennie even voted for her to be teacher of the year and she wound up getting it! They may have done that in part because of that night she showed her forgiveness but hey, things worked out for everybody!