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The New Teacher Ch. 01

By: spkfantasy



Chapter 1 The New Teacher

On this Monday morning Victoria Mueller was apprehensive as she entered the old brick building that would be from now on her working place. She did not have another choice since the situation on her old school, which had been in a plush and modern building, had become very awkward for her. Finally, she herself had asked to be transferred to another school in the school district of Hamburg, Germany, and there had not been much of a choice for a short-term transfer.

On the same Monday, eighteen-year-old Alexander Aronski did arrive in the same brick building for the first day in his new class. It was unfortunate that his Russian family had moved from another city to Hamburg just in his last half-year before finishing school. He was sure that he would master the 'Abitur', but his grades might suffer a bit and it was sure awkward to start in a new class in mid-term.

Both met in the entrance hall. Their eyes met shortly, but both were absorbed by their own thoughts, not knowing that fate would bring them together very soon again. However, as she climbed the stairs, Alexander could not help but follow her with his eyes, routinely trying to peek under every skirt that moved on stairs; and in her case, the legs were worth a look. However, the young man continued his way to the school secretary, while the teacher climbed to the first level, where the school director resided. 

The school director Mr. Johannes Maier did welcome Victoria Mueller quite nicely. He excused himself for having to be short and needing to get her as soon as possible into the biology course for the last grade. He looked inquisitively towards her - it was not that often, that a teacher changed in mid-term; but he knew better than to ask for her reasons. Mrs. Mueller recognized that look on his face. Certainly he was wondering about her husband. Her husband – yes, formally Michael was still her husband - had been the director of her former school. Moreover, he had had the incredible nerve to start a love affair with a new young blonde colleague right under her very eyes. They had been married now for nineteen years and he was approaching his 50th birthday, while she was approaching her 42nd birthday.

She still looked very trim and attractive with her dark blond hairs and her green eyes framing a slightly Slavic face form with prominent jawbones - at least she thought herself to be attractive, while that girlfriend of her husband had shaken her self-confidence. Her friends confirmed that her figure was still attractive; envying her for delicate skin and her firm thighs and breasts and the look on Mr. Maier's face seemed to confirm that she was still attractive ... in the eyes of a 65 year old man.

Her mind returned to her husband, while the director explained about his school. This was not the first time that Michael had flirted with a younger woman, but it had never been serious enough to endanger her relation, he always apologized very soon for his 'bouts of hormone fever', as he called it and he had always assured her that he would never leave her. 

So at first she had assumed that this was just a straw fire to be extinguished soon, but it did last and to her utter humiliation he had started to kiss that horny bitch named Yvette openly in the school, calling her names like 'my sweet apple pie', 'my only darling Yvette' and 'Cherie Yvette'. In the school where every colleague knew that she was being cheated. That was just so low! And if that was not enough he had finally asked her for separation, wanting to marry that big-breasted slut with her provocative mini-skirts. On the very same day, she had asked to be transferred to another school. And here she sat now, listening to the director droning on about his school.

Meanwhile, Alexander Aronski absolved the administrative formalities for entering this school. The school secretary was a bit puzzled, because most students tried to avoid changing in mid-term, because of the adaptation time required in a new class and school. He recognized that look of pity on the face of the elderly woman, but he tried to ignore it. 

Anyway, his family did not care very much for school. His single mother just had to cater to every whim of her new companion, hoping that Nikolai Gudajew would marry her 'soon' enough, before her child was to be born. She was just thirty-two and still being very slim, despite her five children. His soon-to-be stepfather had a used car business, selling cheap cars to poor immigrants. He was not getting rich, but well-to-do for a person who had finished school at the sixth grade. Alexander hated his guts – that guy was so abusive and illiterate. He would never understand what his literate and intelligent mother saw in this man. There was no doubt that she was attracted to him, while he could not imagine one reason to be attracted to this man. His stepfather-to-be was barely medium height and displaying more fat than muscles. 

His delicately boned mother had frequently been the target of his authoritative manners, when he spanked her in the bedroom. He did not even hide the fact, when he asked her in front of everybody in the family to go into the bedroom, announcing that she deserved some smacks on her bottom. To his utter surprise his mother never protested, but followed him meekly into the room, where soon after the rhythmic sounds of a bare bottom spanking could be heard - inevitably followed by the sound of lovemaking. When they both resurfaced later, he was always beaming, especially when she sat down gingerly on the chair, pulling a face. When Nikolai was alluring deviously to her problems of sitting down, she then smiled sweetly at him - that especially angered Alex and made him almost sick - how could one be smiling for being mistreated?. At least Nicolai had the decency to stop spanking her when she got pregnant.

Fortunately, he did not dare to touch Alex - since his stepson-to-be was taller than he was and more muscular, even when he had protested openly to the outrageous treatment of his mother. She had hushed him, telling him that it was her choice, which made him even angrier. Of course, as her companion decided to move from the outskirts of the city into the town itself, she immediately agreed without even thinking about the impact on her son.

Mr. Maier finished his presentation about his school. On the way to the classroom, he explained that they had a shortage of teachers due to illness and so she would have to start immediately on this very day. Victoria was a bit surprised to start that quickly, but she did not object. Mr, Maier introduced her to the biology course of 25 boys and girls. She knew how to address a new class by heart. She asked everyone to place a hand-written nameplate on her or his desk. 

When it knocked at the door and a young man appeared informing her that he was new to the school, she recognized him immediately as the student she had encountered earlier in the entrance hall. She smiled at him:" I am new at this school, too." 

Then she was asking him as well to place a nameplate on his desk. She was writing her name on the whiteboard and explained that she would like to be called Mrs. Mueller, while she would address them by their first name yet addressing them formally with "Sie" instead of the informal "Du" used for the smaller students. 

She continued by announcing a test to be written immediately in order to assess the knowledge level of this class. She was used to the collective groan that inevitably followed such an announcement. As she distributed the questionnaire with carefully chosen questions, she saw the recognition in their eyes that she seemed to be an efficient teacher with a natural authority. That was even more identifiable the next day, as she delivered the corrected test sheets with appropriate comments that apparently matched the students own assessment of their knowledge. Her authority was quickly established that way. To her surprise, Alexander was one of the best, even as he was very new in the class. 

After the break that followed the biology hour, she observed some commotion in the class, as some girls made fun of Alexander Aronski. Some photos had escaped from one of his books, showing a woman in her late twenties or early thirties in various attires; amongst those one a bathing suit and one showing her in maternity wear and another one breastfeeding. They had managed to get a hold of some of those pictures, and giggled provocatively, teasing him that this was probably his lover and running away with the pics. He explained earnestly that this was his mother. His mother had become a single mom at a very young age and that indeed he did love her a lot as his mother had taken care of the family for all the time, making it possible for him to attend high school. This made the girls even more giggle. 

Victoria Mueller decided not to intervene, as the young man might find it offensive to be helped. However, as they showed the pictures all around the class, and Alexander was getting seriously embarrassed as Thomas, one of the guys always ready for a laugh, commented slyly that he had fucked his mother pointing to her in maternity wear; she decided to intervene by ordering everybody to assume their seats again at their desks. Then she asked the girls to render the pictures immediately back to Alex, since those were private property, explaining that they would probably also not like it if pictures of them would circulate without their consent showing them bare-breasted and then she pounded even more on the guy with his malicious comment. 

She underlined the fact of the difficult social situation of single parents in the society and that indeed it was not easy for them to have their children educated properly. Making fun of that was certainly not the right message as young Alex was thankful for having the privilege to get educated, while young Thomas had not even done his homework, apparently not caring for his education and taken it as granted. 

She scolded them: "Some of you are actually active in Christian organisations, - yes Thomas, you are among those - where loving your parents is part of the Ten Commandments – and yet you make fun of it in a nasty way...!" That made all of them think twice and some were actually ashamed.

Alexander was grateful for that intervention. He had feared that those intimate pictures of his mom would circulate through the whole school, making his life difficult and probably embarrassing his mom on top of it. He looked with respect to that courageous teacher who preached moral values. That was certainly not popular. Victoria Mueller was very much surprised as he told her so in unpretentious sincerity. Somehow, that young man impressed her by his love for his mother, which was certainly an uncommon feature for an eighteen-year-old boy. Yet his appreciation of being allowed to go to higher education really moved her, since all other German boys that she knew, took all that and certainly their teachers for granted, while young Alexander was different.  

Victoria was not sure if that interven-tion had been purposeful, since the young man might now get even more comments, but it had seemed to be the right thing to do and she would certainly not tolerate that kind of nasty comments during her class hours. She had to prepare the next hours, so she went home after lunch hour. She worked the whole afternoon. In the evening, she had to go back to school, as she had promised the janitor of the school to close the gym. The Volleyball team of the local sports club had just finished playing against another team from out of town, she saw that young student Alexander amidst the people watching the game. She waited until the game was finished, and then inspected the hall, making sure that everybody had left. She felt a bit uneasy, as a male spectator with piercing eyes had lingered around much longer than necessary.

When she wanted to exit the gym and close it, she had a nasty surprise. There was that person with his piercing eyes again, apparently, he had been waiting for her at the exit: "Hey, Baby, we will have a special game now... Go back into the gym again!" He grinned maliciously.

She blanched and got quickly her mobile phone out: "I will call the police!" 

However, he quickly grabbed her hand and wrestled the phone from her hands: "Oh, Baby – don't do that...." 

At this very moment, Alexander appeared, him having forgotten some items in the hall. He grasped the situation within a moment: "Mrs. Mueller - is this man harassing you in some way?" The man turned quickly, dropped the mobile phone and ran away.

She was so relieved, that she hugged the young student impulsively: "Thank you so much, Alexander. I am so happy that you had to come back..."

He was embarrassed and blushed ostensibly, as she hugged him, yet he did like it very much, he mumbled: "No problem..." She was also surprised how good it felt to touch a young, muscular, male body. He was wearing a blue denim jeans and a light blue T-shirt that seemed to enhance the athletic build of his shoulders. It reminded her hauntingly how she missed the body of her husband, which was now enjoyed by that bitch. As he offered willingly to accompany her every evening that she would close the gym, she accepted without thinking. That very evening she arranged to close the gym again on the next day, the janitor of the school was not against it, as he wanted to play cards with friends.

She wanted to tell him right away in the morning, but in the unmerciful light of the day instead of the silkily dimmed light of the dawn she remembered easily that he was her student - and that it was not right for a teacher to establish a close private contact to her student, even if it was only for guarding her against an assault. Nevertheless, as Alex asked her directly, if she would close the gym today, she nodded affirmatively.

In the evening, she pondered what to wear, and then she chided herself for wanting to impress her student. In consequence, she chose just ordinary blue jeans and a simple white blouse.... but she made sure that the jeans were fitting her quite well. Her petite figure allowed for a tight fit without any problem zones being displayed. She was certainly not tall, but she was with 5'4 not that small yet quite slender and graceful, weighing 120 pounds. As she arrived at the gym hall, the basketball team was starting to pack. She waited inside the gym for them to leave. Alexander arrived as the last ones were preparing to leave. 

He beamed at her in admiration: "This way you almost look like my mom!" 

She knew that this was probably meant as a compliment, yet she was not pleased to hear his statement. She quickly assumed control and asked him to help her move away the gymnastic mats. He was very eager to do that alone: "Please, Mrs. Mueller, you don't have to do that." 

She smiled, as he ploughed away in his tight yellow T-shirt, making his muscles move as he brought the mats into the semi-dark corner of the gym hall. It was a pleasure to see him work for her. In the meantime, she extinguished the main lights and made sure that she had all the keys for closing the gym hall. Finally, she called him to the exit, as she moved herself to the way out: 

"Please hurry, I will switch off the lights in a moment." She waited a moment, and then she turned into the narrow passageway leading to the exit. She had switched off the last lights, and she was moving in the dark, narrow passage to the exit. 

Just as she was close to the egress she turned again and wanted to call him, but in this very moment, he bumped into her: "Ohhh! I am so sorry, I hope I didn't..." He was genuinely shocked, while she tried to stabilize herself by holding on to him. 

As he felt her breasts touching his body, he stopped suddenly talking and held his breath. She sensed his sudden excitement and could just not resist that urge to kiss him briefly, disguising that as her need to stabilize. She disengaged rapidly, turning the light on and thanking him effusively for helping her close the gym. Alexander was completely confused, had he been dreaming or had she indeed kissed him? He looked at her wonderingly. 

She smiled enigmatically, yet she could not help but admire his open face. That one was a fascinating mixture of immature looking innocent blue eyes and a front devoid of any wrinkles like a baby's skin, coupled with very manly features like that square chin, that looked so decisive, and those bearded stubbles on his cheeks, that looked so very much enticing in terms of rubbing her own face against it. 

After a week on a Wednesday again about the same scheme unfolded, she arranged again with the janitor to close the gym. This time it would be a Badminton tourney. She hummed happily as she went to her class. Today she had to give only two hours of biology and one hour of French. 

In the evening, she pondered again what to wear, but this time she decided that she wanted to tantalize her student. The day before she had so much fun, so she wanted to tease him again. If her hubby could flirt and tease, so could she. She told herself that it was just an innocent game, knowing in her inner self that this was just some false pretence. But of course, yesterday nothing had happened that could not be denied to the outer world. And the same would apply for today, she told herself. She chose a short, white and straight skirt, staying in line with the Badminton event, and a green, clinging T-shirt, complemented by white sandals with moderate heels. 

Alexander arrived only a minute after her. He beamed at her in open admiration: "You..., you look terrific!" 

Now that was a true compliment, she was very pleased to hear him voice that. She waited patiently for the Badminton players to leave, as he could not take his eyes from her. After all had left, she asked him to move away the baseballs that had served as seating places for some of the spectators.

He was again very eager to do that alone: "Please, Mrs. Mueller, you sit on the bench and wait for me to do that." 

She smiled, as he toiled in his tight blue T-shirt, straining his muscles as he brought the balls into the dark corner of the gym hall, while she sat happily watching him on a wooden bench. 

Alexander was really thrilled to see his teacher in that provocative short white skirt sitting on the bench, revealing a lot of her thighs. He just couldn't believe his eyes. That must be a dream, he thought. Could it be that she had been putting that on for his benefit? Probably not, she might have met a friend before on the Badminton Team, as there was a racket displayed on the bench at her side. He gulped nervously, as she crossed her legs deliberately. He had to look away, if he wanted to hide his sudden desire. 

For her, it was so cute to watch him in his apparent dilemma. It was obvious that he wanted to eye her all over, yet could not bring himself to do that openly. When there were only a few basket balls left, Victoria asked him if he would mind, if she already prepared for leaving, since she had left her coat at the entrance. He didn't mind at all. She asked him to turn out the lights, when he was finished with the basket ball transport... and felt her heart pounding in anticipation. Alexander nodded shortly. She exited into the narrow corridor, extinguishing the lights there as she arrived at the way out. She waited for a few moments, adapting to the darkness and pulling her heels off. There was still some light coming from the hall.

After he turned off the switch close to the big box containing the basket balls he had to feel the rest of his way to it, cause the sudden change from light to darkness made him as good as blind.

Immediately after it got dark, she started back into the hall tip-toeing rapidly and silently. Today, the sky was covered in dark clouds; in consequence it was pitch dark in the hallway as he turned out the lights in the hall, but she quickly made her way back into the hall that was less dark because of the huge windows. 


The New Teacher Ch. 01



He stumbled over an unexpected hurdle, falling down on a gymnastic mat, since he was not adapted to the very dim light in the hall. He lost the balls, and turned onto his back. Suddenly he felt the weight of one of the heavy basket balls settle onto his stomach out of the black and he groaned involuntarily. Knocked for six he stayed on his back, not moving. Victoria smiled as her eyes were more adapted to the dark; she raised his T-shirt and placed an ardent kiss on his bellybutton while she touched his muscular breast and his flat stomach. She enjoyed it very much as an unarticulated sound escaped from his throat. He was so stunned, that he couldn't react at all.

Then she tip-toed rapidly back to the exit and called him, appearing to be impatient: "Alex, are you coming now?" She rapidly put her heels back on and made sure that he heard that sound of her shoes, as she took some steps away from the dim light of the entrance glass door. 

He was bewildered as he heard her calling from the exit. Only moments ago she had kissed his navel. Or did she? Hell, he didn't know what kind of game she was playing. He scrambled up again and picked the balls, throwing them into the box that was now barely visible to his eyes. He made his way to the narrow corridor leading to the exit. At the end of it he could perceive some kind of a moving white spot - that must be her white skirt. He saw that white spot moving up , without hearing her heels moving, and he immediately thought about that short skirt being raised, but then again, it was probably just his heated fantasy.

Victoria knew that in the more intense darkness of the window-less corridor he would at best be able to perceive some blurred shapes of her bright-colored clothing pieces. Daringly she raised her skirt for some moments high on her hips. It was exhilarating as she was kind of flashing him, but without him being able to know it for certain, he might have a hunch, but he could not be sure. It felt so exciting as her white panties breathed for a moment the evening air openly, and she knew her lacy panties to be exposed completely, if there would be enough light to view them or if he would be close enough to guess more of the shape and form. Then she flipped her skirt back down. She smiled in the dark, feeling ever so audacious, as he approached her. 

She held out her hand and said in an even voice, very matter-of-factly: "Alex, take my hand to let me lead you out of the hall, since it is so dark."

However, suddenly the automatic light at the entrance of the gym hall switched on and he saw her composed face that was displaying not a trace of any unusual emotion. He was baffled, as she stated evenly: "Oh, there is no need for that, not anymore." She withdrew her hand.

He looked at her in open confusion. That evening was so bewildering for him. He did not know to think. Was she really teasing him or was his mind imagining things that had not happened?

His puzzled look made her enjoy the situation even more. Victoria delighted in playing with Alex, teasing him. Of course she knew that it was strictly forbidden for a teacher to have a relation with a student, but it was so much fun to play with the fire and she told herself that it was just a game without any intention to get really involved. So she couldn't wait for the next occasion. 



The New Teacher Ch. 02



After breakfast at home, she descended down to her 'Briefkasten' (letter box) and fetched her letters. Apart from a lot of advertisement, it only contained a notice from her lawyer informing her about the payment of the fees for her divorce. She frowned and thought angrily that the lawyers profited from the unhappiness of couples. Even if there was an agreement about sharing and dividing the property of the couple, lawyers had to interfere and get their share. She tried to shake off the reflections about her divorce, as this was making her feel sad. 

She made an effort to think about her expectations with the gym hall and the fun she could have again. However, she was getting disappointed as the janitor told her that this evening he had wanted to stay home. In consequence there was no need for her to close the gym hall, and she didn't dare to insist, wary of raising any suspicion for her motives. 

She headed towards her classroom. Today she had to give four hours of biology and three hours of French. She groaned inwardly – a hard work day and not even an idea how she could continue her fun in the gym. The first hour of French with the 9th graders was very tiring - the girls were chatting way too much and the boys tried to play cards under the table – it took some time to establish her authority. Finally she resorted to make them write a short vocabulary test – that got her their undivided attention! 

In the time span of them writing their test her mind was free to roam. She got the idea of how to continue her fun by getting some balls from the gym hall to her apartment. After her biology lesson with the Abitur class she would ask Alex to carry those, thus having a sort of gym hall at home. 

During recess she asked Alex if he would be so accommodating to carry some voluminous and heavy items to her apartment. He agreed to do that after his school hours. She thanked him briefly and went back to the teacher's room. She excused herself for being away during her free hour. Then she hurried back home and prepared her quarters for a surprise. She smiled already while arranging the necessary items in her residence.

She had Alex pick up the goods at the gym and made Alex carry the voluminous Swiss Ball and a gym ball up to her flat on the third floor. She opened the door to her flat and invited him in. She asked him then to place both in her bedroom. As if by accident, she brushed the bottle with that red colored scented massage oil from the high sideboard, just as he was bending down to place the balls. His white T-shirt and his beige-colored cord jeans were getting splashed with some of that viscous, scented fluid. 

She was acting all concerned: "Oh, I am so sorry. You'll have to get that T-shirt and your pants rapidly off and I will try to remove that colored stuff." After a short moment she was adding, as if an additional thought came to her mind; "And you might want to take a shower... if you don't want to wear a women's perfume." 

He looked more than startled on several accounts. Indeed he did smell the heady scent of her massage oil on him, and he was not keen on getting comments from his buddies about his newest 'aftershave'. Undeniably if that scent should penetrate onto his skin, his smell might be awkward to explain to his cronies, but the idea of showering in her apartment made him hesitate.

She rushed him, giving him no time to think: "Go give me immediately your T-shirt and pants, before it soaks through." Unquestioningly and without even thinking more about it, he stripped hurriedly his T-shirt off in front of her, then turned his back to her and slipped out of his pants, shoes and socks. 

She looked at his muscular body with a lot of pleasure, but she pretended to press on for the urgent need of cleaning: "Now go to the back of this room, there you will find the door leading to the shower. As soon as I have those clothes put into the washing machine, I will give you in return a travel set of shower gel..." 

Blushing he realized that he was standing in just his underpants in her bedroom, and he rushed to the bathroom. Instantly he closed the door behind him and leaned for a moment at the door, needing some moments to get some respite.

Victoria had a big smile on her face as he vanished behind the door. Especially his hind view had been a treat; his firm muscular buttocks were nicely presented by the simple, yet attractively tight briefs. She exited slowly the bedroom, still delighting in the view offered to her and pushed the clothes into the washing machine, then returned to the bedroom with the travel set of showering gel in her hand and a towel in the other.

She had already an expecting glance in her eyes, as she knocked at the bathroom door: "Alexander? I have the showering gel here and a towel. Would you mind to open the door?" 

She cleared her throat audibly: "By the way, I still have some...clothes hanging in the shower .... since I didn't expect visitors!" 

"Okay, the door is open now." Alexander confirmed, as he turned the knob on the door.

She did not enter yet and made her voice sound very sweet, as she tried to imagine how he would react to see some of her lingerie displayed in there: "Would you please be so kind and remove them from the shower, so that they don't get wet."

Alexander turned to open the shower curtains in order to accomplish her wish, expecting some shirts and blouses hanging there. His eyes got wide, as he opened the curtains. His nose almost touched frilly pink panties hanging from a line followed by a white lacy bodysuit and a black semi-transparent camisole complemented by black lacy panties. He did not dare touch the very delicate fabric of the panties, as he immediately imagined his teacher wearing them and without any delay his cock started to grow. He tried to get that image out of his mind, but it got even more vivid as he looked at the camisole. He blushed deeply as he heard her enter.

She addressed him right away: "That is nice of you to hand me those ... and I will give you your towels." She smiled as he did not turn right away, imagining the cause for that. "Don't you want your towels and shower gel?"

He had no choice but to turn around, while he picked rapidly with his right hand the lingerie items from the line, but he made sure that he covered his lap timidly with his left hand. She held out both her hands, in one the towels and the small package of shower gel , the other ready to receive her clothes. He had no other option but to get both his hands engaged and expose his growing cock to her eyes. She acted as if this was totally natural, but enjoyed silently the very noticeable tent formed in his briefs. She picked the lingerie items casually from his hands and got out of the bathroom. He quickly locked the door and sighed confusedly. 

This was all happening way to fast for him. He had no idea if all this was just an uncanny coincidence of weird accidents, or if she was interested in him, but she was his teacher, so how could that be? Anyway, she was an exquisitely attractive woman in his eyes and once again the image filled his mind how she was kissing him scarcely clad in that so sexy lingerie. He sighed deeply, as his stick was lifting his sport briefs higher and higher.

Out of the bathroom Victoria leaned onto the wall and took a deep breath. Yes, she was sure now that he was attracted to her, there was no doubt left anymore. And that knowledge changed her attitude profoundly. Within an instant she realized that she could have him, if she so wanted. That cute and timid guy with his oh so male body was available to her, to her and not to the young attractive girls in his class, who had tried in vain to flirt with him. She did not need to whine after her husband, she was still so attractive that she could rival younger girls. Her blood started to heat as she imagined to have sex, after all that time without any man. She had to close her eyes and tried to calm her imaginative mind.

Alexander thought about taking a cold shower as his cock throbbed now. Then he discovered that her black panties were still hanging in the shower... and his cock was getting ever more rigid. He picked it down from the line, resolved to open the door just for an opening broad enough to pass his hand and hand her this seductive item which was heating his fantasy even further, while he definitely needed a cool mind. He could not bear to have this sexy piece of underwear with him or he would immediately start to masturbate.

He opened the door and called her: "Miss Mueller, you have forgotten to take this last one with you." 

She startled from her reveries and entered the door, opening it completely, as he stood there holding the small panties in his right hand, while belatedly trying to close the door again. His rigid penis was in his current size not to be overlooked as the red head emerged from the briefs; her face got hectic red spots as she took the panties a bit hastily with her left hand. In her rush she brushed his underpants with her other hand, feeling his prominent dick for a moment and feeling it twitch... as she hastily turned away.

That short touch was already too much for him. He groaned suddenly: Oh, nooooo! Oh, my god!" 

Surprised she stopped in her tracks, and looked back to him. 

He turned beet-red in his face and tried quickly to hide the tip of his penis in his briefs. But it was to to late as he ejaculated in his underpants. He was deadly ashamed, as he could not turn quick enough to hide his mishap. He wailed almost: "This is so embarrassing! I am ...." 

He could not continue, as another spasm shook him. He wished that he could just vanish into thin air. 

Victoria sensed his despair; she took him comfortingly in her arms: "Alexander, this is not a disaster. Young men are sometimes so loaded..." 

He was not easy to comfort, he was hiding his face with his hands in misery. That this was happening in the face of his favorite teacher was unbearable.

She reacted instinctively and covered his still twitching cock with her left hand, stroking it comfortingly: "I take this as a compliment ...." 

He uncovered his face slowly, his eyes full of hope: "So, you are not going to look down on me?" 

That moment was decisive, she sensed that. She smiled at him: "You are such a cute guy – which girl would not want to kiss you?" She planted a light kiss first in his nose then on his lips to make him feel accepted. 

He kissed her ardently back, suddenly being in the best of moods. He wanted even to pull her close in his arms. 

She chided him gently: "We'll have to treat the spots in your underpants quite soon..." but she enjoyed his kiss nonetheless. 

He looked at her in sudden alarm, feeling the effect of the substantial load disposed in his underpants: "You are right – this is all wet. What am I gonna do..." 

She laughed softly: "No problem – I'll just add your briefs to the load in the washing-machine."

He looked a moment to her, not quite grasping what she had said. 

She giggled: "Just take off your sport briefs ... and I will put those into the washer."

He gulped nervously: "You mean...?" 

She laughed out aloud: "Yes, you may disappear under the shower for a cleaning." 

He was feeling awkward but he followed her suggestion to the word. To her surprise he did so immediately, before she could even turn and suggest to him that he could hand her the briefs from behind the shower curtain. 

However, as he started to strip, Victoria could not quell an unspoken curiosity in her eyes: How would his male tool look like? As his semi-rigid shaft appeared with the glistening tip in form of a beautiful pronounced head in mushroom form, complemented by two hairy and leathery balls, she was feeling curiously proud, as if she would be the owner of a luxury gem stone. She admired for a long moment his male attributes, and he enjoyed her attention. 

Then she got to the practical points: "Alex, please hand me your briefs and take a shower, while I head to the washer." She kissed him lightly, as he handed her his garment.

Alex hummed happily under the shower, while Victoria pondered for some moments how she got herself into this 'affair'? Was it an affair or was it just a passing moment? She shrugged her shoulders, determined to enjoy the moment, as she felt herself to be in control of the situation. She had a sure gut feeling that Alex wouldn't tell anybody about today and now she wanted to exploit it.

After a while Alex had finished his shower, dried himself with the towel and used the other white one to cover his loins. Timidly he opened the bathroom door and looked around. He did not see his teacher in the bedroom. He ventured further into the apartment.

As he exited the bathroom, she called him from the kitchen: "Alex, would you please go back to the bedroom - I do have something for you." 

He went back and placed himself on the Swiss ball. He was very much thrilled, as she came into the bedroom, as she had changed into a short white tennis skirt and a white top. 

She smiled upon his admiring eyes: "Sit on my bed, if you will, please." 

He looked pleased as he sat down on her bed. She pegged a rapid kiss on his lips and whispered naughtily into his ears: "Would you like to show me your precious male tool again?"

He blushed intensely, but nodded vigorously. He nestled nervously at his towel that was covering his loins. Victoria laughed softly, as she pushed him over and opened the knot of his towel rapidly. Surprised he let her remove the towel. 

His penis lay curled up in the pubic hair like a small bird in its nest. Victoria marveled at this view: "How cute!" Instantly his stick started to grow. She giggled: "Let us make it grow..." 

She sat down at his right side and touched his balls softly, weighing them in her right hand. His rod unfolded slowly, growing in size, but his tip was still covered by his foreskin.

He rose up on his elbows and groaned: "Oh, Mrs. Mueller, what are you doing?" 

She kissed him softly and told him that he might call her 'Miss Victoria' now. His face illuminated instantly as she permitted him more intimacy.

She pushed him gently back on his back, stroking with her hand from his knees up to his chest and following with her eyes the same route. Having such a fine piece of male body at her disposal made her blood boil. She felt her nipples harden and rolled herself over him, kissing him. He felt in heaven, sensing her scarcely clad body covering his naked one. As her tongue invaded his mouth, he sighed happily. 

He tried to kiss her ardently back, but he didn't know where to put his arms. Timidly he stroked the back of her head and as she did not object he let his hands venture further down on her back. He was delighted as he found the clasp of her bra imprinting through the fabric under his right hand and he clumsily tried to open it through the fabric, but did not succeed. 

She laughed softly: "Not so quick, my young lover." 

But then she sat half up and opened herself the clasp, sliding the bra up to free her breasts from the encumbering hold of the reinforced cups. She giggled as he immediately kissed the visible nipples through the fabric of the T-shirt. She stretched herself out again on his body, enjoying the indirect contact of her nipples with his broad chest.

She produced from the drawer of the night cabinet a thin transparent condom, held it up and looked at him with her green eyes. He was very much pleased in a way, but also terrified in another. 

He gulped nervously and then mumbled half-ashamed: "You are the first ....." His voice trailed away.

It must have taken some courage to admit that openly, she thought. What a cute guy he was! She smiled at him reassuringly: "It will be a pleasure for me to make you a full-fledged man..." 

She giggled and released the rubber from its case: "and let me cover that full-size rod with a full-scale rubber." 

She was full of anticipation now. This was going to be her first sex again with a man for more than three months and with an innocent one! Her panties were already wet. She couldn't wait any longer. It would be such a delight to introduce this young man to the pleasures of love-making. She rolled the condom over his tip, making it descend all the way down.

He whispered excitedly: "Oh, Miss Victoria – that feels so good!" 

His voice expressed an immense delight and pleasure. She was fascinated staring at the tightly spanned rubber over the distended, lustrous surface of his head. That mushroom forming the spearhead of his shaft that was pointing upwards. She licked her lips and gripped under her skirt pulling her rose colored panties down, as he watched her with big eyes. She climbed onto the bed, rubbing his shaft gently, as she kneeled at his side. He groaned out aloud.

But before she could move her knees to mount him, she felt his rod twitching in her fingers, and he grunted heavily: "Oh my god!" 

To her dismay she saw the transparent tip of the condom rapidly being filled by a milky liquid. 

His legs were shaking as his penis was pumping out the viscous liquid into the condom and his face was distorted by a wave of pleasure: "WOWWW!"

Immediately thereafter he was dismayed as well: "Miss Victoria, I am so, so sorry. I couldn't...." His voice was almost breaking, as his stick became soft quickly. 

Victoria felt sorry for him, but she was so disappointed herself that it was difficult for her to comfort him. Her nipples were so hard and her pussy was aching, as she had anticipated having his shaft fill her cavity lustfully. 

She tried to laugh good-naturedly, but some part of her frustration was shining through her comment: "Young men are sometimes so impatient and perhaps I should not have been showing you so much..." 

He responded immediately: "But you are so beautiful, I want to see you all the time and I wanted so much to make love to you." 

She laughed softly: "Perhaps this is just the problem. Maybe you should see less." 

Giggling she put the double folded towel over the top part of his head, covering his eyes completely, as an idea lit up: "Alexander, you don't have to be sorry, because there is another way to make love to me." 

She advanced to his head, kissing him ardently on his lips and whispering; "Make me feel special now!" 

She placed herself above his head, spreading her legs in that way that her calves were left and right of his shoulders. Impatiently she descended her lap downwards to his face, and then she spread her skirt around his face, cooing huskily: "Kiss my other lips!" Her clit made contact with his nose and she giggled.

He was being deprived of the use of his eyes, which enhanced his other senses. Thus the scent of her femininity filled his nose with an aroma he would never forget. The soft touch of her clit with his nose reminded him immediately of the touch of her kiss she had given him minutes ago. Alex was very eager to please her, because of his inability to do so earlier, and first he kissed her shyly and a bit inept in the beginning, but he was quickly learning. The smell of her wet slit had him feeling special, as she allowed him such a privilege.

Victoria was still so aroused, that she did not need a lot of stimulation. His kissing already made her emit small cries of delight, as she felt her vertical lips met by his horizontal ones. She encouraged him lively: "Use your tongue! Make me come!"

Alexander had not to be asked more than once. He extended his tongue, licking the folds of her crevice. He was proud that his lover was so wet and he wanted her to become even more excited than she already seemed to be. He slurped noisily the folds moving upwards till he hit her clit.

The sound of his activities stimulated Victoria almost as much as the exhilarating feeling of his tongue on the mucous membranes of her slit. "Yess, you are doing it wonderfully!" 




The New Teacher Ch. 02



She opened her legs more, grinding her lap on his face, as he titillated her clit. "Oh, oh, yes, yes, yess! " 

She had needed it so badly; that she was coming very quickly. Exhausted she let herself fall to his side. Gratefully she hugged him, kissing him, calming slowly down.

Alexander was very proud, as she hugged him. He was feeling for the first time like a man that has pleasured his woman. He wanted so bad to see her in all her glamour, but she refused to let him take off the towel from his eyes.

Instead she let her hands and eyes travel all over his body, feeling satisfied to have that young body at her disposal. He was looking much better than her former husband, she thought pleased with herself.

For some minutes she cuddled with him, just enjoying the feel of his naked body under her hands, telling him that he would enjoy it much more while he could not see her. And indeed, he reveled in feeling her touch him all over his body.

The ringing phone made both jump. As she went to the phone, he took his towel off, looking after her, as her hips made the short tennis skirt dance enticingly.

The director of the school enquired whether she had forgotten the regular conference of teachers on this afternoon. She confirmed that she would be coming for the second half, but that she had not been informed about those regular meetings.

She told Alex that she had to rush, running to the washer, switching it to rapid mode, asking Alex to put his clothes in the adjacent dryer, while she would take a shower. She regretted the hurried finish of that meeting, but she could not change it and it brought to her mind again that an affair with a student was a risky thing for a teacher, so she made sure that he understood that: 

"Alex, I am sorry, but I got carried away. Please don't tell anybody - or you might endanger my job..." 

She was glad that he nodded understandingly.

At the conference meeting, she perked her ears as she heard Mr. Maier announce that he would be soon replaced in his function as director by a successor. She would come directly from the administration and her name was Dr. Hunter. Apparently the whole collegium was surprised by that evolution.

To be continued



The New Teacher Ch. 03



As she got back home seeing the Swiss ball in her apartment, Victoria pondered for some moments how she got herself into this affair with her student Alex? Was it an affair or had it just been a passing moment? She preferred it to be a momentary lapse of judgment on her part, even if that guy was really cute, but being with a much younger student was really awkward, to say the least. She was decided to forget her temporary lapse of assessment as soon as possible, as she saw that indulging in inappropriate passions had been a mistake. She was determined not to see Alex again on such a frivolous level.

The very next morning she announced to her biology class that everybody could call her Miss Victoria now. This was in the first lesson of the day. She rationalized that by telling she had heard that there were confusions with Mrs. Marianne Mueller from the Math class. She knew exactly that she would alienate Alex by depriving him of that privileged way of addressing her and she did that on purpose to let him know that there would be no other meetings with her.

Pointedly she ignored the hurt look on the face of Alex, as she announced that. There was no need to tell him anything in private, that message ought to be clear enough, she thought.

Alexander was devastated. Apparently all that happened yesterday had been just a game for her. He understood of course that it was dangerous for her to be involved with a student, as she had expressed that quite clearly. Maybe she was right about that, but he had clearly indicated that he wouldn't tell anybody, so could they not try and meet clandestinely? But he knew better then to ask her that question openly.

During the lesson she asked the students to form small teams of two to three students for project groups stating their preferences of subjects in written form, which she would introduce to tasks in the museum close to her home. She would pursue that the next day. The rest of the day passed uneventfully. She was tired and went to sleep early.

After breakfast at home, she descended down to her letter box and fetched her mail. Apart from a lot of advertisement, it contained a notice from the lawyer of her husband informing her that her divorce would be pronounced in court tomorrow, if there would be no objections from any party about it. She found herself to be shocked about it. Okay, she had discussed that with her lawyer and she knew that her husband had tried to accelerate the process, but none the less she suddenly found herself weeping. She couldn't stomach to be dumped for a young harlot like Yvette.

She tried to calm herself, but she couldn't do that completely. She needed some comfort, but all her friends were out of town. With that thought her mind switched to Alexander. Oh yes, he would provide her with the support that she desired - she would show herself that she was still attractive enough and that she didn't need her husband Michael, who had caused her all that grief.

Immediately after starting the biology lesson in her class she asked about the project teams. All had already been formed, with the exception of Alexander who had not yet found any to form a team with, since he was new to the class. She asked for the written ideas of all the teams, all of them had written almost a page covering their ideas since all of them were familiar with the museum; all of them, except for Alex. Victoria had already guessed so. She would help him find a suitable project team. Then she asked who of the teams could meet her in the sixth hour, where she had to give no lesson. She knew by heart that Alex would have a music lesson in that time frame. She plunged then into the subject of the current day, which was comparative studies of organs as indicators for biological development.

At the end of the lesson she asked Alex for a short talk after the current biology lesson. As all were just starting to leave class, she asked him aloud to come to her apartment, since he knew his way from him carrying the sport items to it, for a discussion which subject might fascinate him for that project work, preferably exploration subjects. Before he could ask any more, she left with the other students for recess.

The work day went by, having her disconcerted at times, when she thought about the divorce. She was not very concentrated when she discussed the task in the museum with the two project students and left for home as soon as she could.

Alexander did arrive in the apartment building on Friday after school, still wondering what that invitation from his teacher meant. Mrs. Mueller had not been very clear as she asked him to continue the discussion about the project. An exploration project, as she called it, what was that supposed to mean? 

He was thrilled to have been invited to pass again at her apartment, but he was not sure whether this meant something more than a project discussion. She had been so brief and businesslike in the class, which probably meant she just had that project work in mind. On the other she did have invited him to her flat, but she had said that out aloud, which she never would do, if there would be more than school tasks, or would it? He climbed all the stairs up to the third floor with his heart pounding hard in his chest, hoping against all hope that there would be more than just a project discussion.

As Victoria heard the bell, her heart started beating faster. She knew that she was playing with fire, but it had to be. She could not accept to sit around and have that divorce occurring to her like an inevitable fate, making her look like a victim of her unfaithful husband - oh no! She was going to show Michael and herself that she was not just the dejected lover her husband imagined her to be. And Alex would be just the right guy at the right time to achieve that. She was taking a deep breath then she opened the door. She saw him standing in front of her door; he was standing there in a stance that indicated him feeling a bit insecure. That was just so cute! 

She smiled at him in a reassuring way: "Nice to see you being so punctual." 

Alex rejoiced in seeing her smiling. Instantly his hopes soared then crashed again, as he heard that factual remark about being on time.

The teacher observed the evolution of emotions being displayed on his face and she saw the hidden hope gleaming in his eyes. "Alex, come in, please."

She then asked him in a light tone: "You know, why you are here, don't you?" She enjoyed it very much to tease him.

Alex entered into the apartment and then responded hesitatingly: "To, to talk about the project works on exploration subjects?"

She laughed softly: "Exactly. What would you say if I wanted to explore more of you...?" 

She enjoyed him seeing in the tight blue jeans and that white and black T-shirt that was emphasizing his muscular chest and shoulders.

He couldn't believe his ears, he gasped involuntarily as he heard her voice in an almost casual tone. Then there was an immense joy displayed on his face.

She laughed easily, as she hugged him. Then she whispered naughtily in his ears: 

"Go into the bedroom, I want to undress you right away. What would you say if I am going to put a blindfold on you, as soon as you enter bedroom? You know, just in remembering that you should see less and feel more..."

He scowled a bit: "But you are so beautiful, I want to see you all the time."

But then he refrained from objecting any further, remembering the course of events the other day and admitted sheepishly:

"Perhaps you are right, but maybe..." 

His voice trailed off, as her hand was taking his and leading him to the bedroom. His eyes followed her as he admired the pretty red dress she had on. It was following her feminine forms so nicely and her well-rounded hips seemed to promise him heaven on earth.

Victoria smiled as she promised him a rather special blindfold while entering the bedroom. She turned around and kissed him sweetly on his lips. He returned the favor ardently and then held her hands. 

He remarked the golden marriage band consciously for the first time and asked her right away: "What about your husband?"

Victoria's smile died on her face. She faced him openly and answered in a serious tone: "I am getting divorced tomorrow. We have been living separately now for quite a while. I have not been seeing him other than at the lawyers. I might as well get rid of that marriage ring today." 

She took it off and placed it on the cupboard. Alex was very much relieved to hear that. He suddenly enjoyed being with his teacher quite a lot more. He kissed her more fervently and voiced his joy out aloud: "I am so happy to, to be able to see you." He didn't dare to say more, even if he wanted to. 

His exuberant enthusiasm did show anyhow and touched her a lot. That was exactly what she needed, somebody who was falling head over heels for her, somebody who did make her feel attractive, somebody who did make her feel to be worthy of being loved. She hugged him intensely, being thankful for his youthful eagerness. She felt through his clothing and through her dress the tent that was definitely forming in his pants. 

She laughed softly: "...and I will be able to see soon a lot more of you." 

She kissed him softly on his cheeks, releasing her arms from hugging and bringing them down to open his belt.

Alex blushed intensely as he felt her hands opening his belt. He closed his eyes and let her open his jeans. She took a lot of care not to touch his staff, knowing how easily he got excited, but she managed to slide the jeans down to his knees without that. However, she noticed right away that his stick, freed from the constraining jeans, sprang forward like a jack-knife into his boxer-shorts. She could not help smiling. She told him to sit down on her bed. Then she lifted impatiently his T-shirt up, pulling it over his arms, and letting it drop onto the floor.

She smiled at him: "You do have a nice tan..." 

Alex felt elated as his teacher complimented him. She must really like him. That immediately made him much bolder and he asked her curiously: "May I see you again tomorrow, Miss Victoria?" 

She laughed spontaneously as this showed her the eagerness of this young man to meet her again and again. She bent down to him, kissed him lightly and whispered in his ears: 

"Wait a moment, we do have just started today and you want to look for tomorrow? Let us first enjoy the moments to come..."

Alex reacted to that by peeking lustily into her décolleté, which was being highlighted by her pink tight fitting blouse. 

She giggled amused: "Alex, I am afraid that too much 'optical incentives' will not be good for you ... Perhaps it is now time for you to get that 'special' blindfold I promised you." 

She took a step back. But somehow she could not resist the temptation to show off a little bit. Teasingly she turned to the left and then to the right, making sure that her Bordeaux red dip skirt was swinging enough to flash for instants enough of her thighs to make his eyes grow wide. She was thrilled by the intense expression on his face that made her feel like a goddess. Her nipples got so hard that they ached and there was that familiar yearning in her loins, that made her feel wet.

Victoria was fixing his eyes with a mischievous smile as she finally brought her hands under the hem of her skirt in the back. She grasped the white cotton panties and pulled them down to her knees, and then under his enthralled stare she stepped out of them. She picked the simple yet at the border lines prettily laced bikini briefs up from the floor. And then she held them up by spreading them with both hands from the main opening, so that the ensemble seemed to form a helmet:

"This will be a very special blindfold for you..." She stepped close to him again and she pulled her panties slowly over his head, until the front piece of her panties were covering his eyes and nose completely. Then she placed herself sideways on his lap and finally she kissed his lips lightly.

Alex was speechless. He was not able to utter a single sound during the whole event. Yet there was no error possible, his delight about her 'show' was so clearly painted on his face as if he would have spelled it out in capital letters. He was clearly stunned, as he inhaled the inebriating perfume of her panties and felt her sit down on his lap. The stirring, fragrant scent of the slightly damp fabric covering her most intimate feminine parts made his head swimming, while the warmth of her buttocks on his naked thighs made his loins aching for more.

Victoria smiled as she perceived his being so captivated that he didn't even notice as she got up from his lap again - and he would be in for so much more... She couldn't wait to have him really... She kneeled in front of him, regarded silently the exciting picture of his head covered and his naked upper torso, while his pants were at his ankles and in his boxer shorts a solid tent was raised by his excitement.

She laughed easily as she said: "Lift yourself!" and she did not wait long but started to yank his boxer shorts off. 

Alex was surprised but out of habit he obeyed his teacher immediately. Within seconds she had his underpants down to his knees and his penis right in her field of view. She exhaled deeply and told him in an almost strangled voice: "Oh, that is beautiful..." as his cock had its tip completely unsheathed.

Rapidly she opened the drawer of her bedside table and extracted a black rubber condom. She giggled shortly, sure that he had heard the drawer opening but not knowing what she had extracted from it: "Alex, will you please stretch yourself out on your back onto my bed?"

Alex frowned for a short moment but then he executed her demand willingly, feeling a bit awkward with his legs hobbled by his pants and boxer shorts still around his legs. She got onto the bed at his side.

She announced to him with a voice full of longing: "Now I'm gonna make you a true man!" 

Impatiently she rolled the preservative with the dotted external surface down his penis. She licked her lips as she imagined his male tool to enter her very soon.

Alex felt insecure; being unable to see anything, while his most intimate male piece was being manipulated. For a brief moment he was afraid that she might hurt him in some way by taking advantage of his inexperience, and he was equally afraid that he might fail her again. This lack of confidence had its effect, against his own will his erection started to fade a little bit. He pulled a face, as he

Victoria frowned as well as she perceived his softening, but now she was beyond the point of no return. She could not refrain from wanting him inside her; she was feeling that long-missed pull in her lower body, that craving for being filled. She didn't care for getting her skirt off; rapidly she mounted over him, putting her spread knees left and right of his stomach, supporting her body by her outstretched arms at the sides of his chest. She slowly descended her bottom down to his loins while simultaneously she took her left hand and guided the rubber-covered tip of his cock to the swollen lips of her entrance. She withdrew her hand and sustained her body with both hands again. 

She sighed lustfully as his spearhead started to part her folds: "I am going to make you mine!" 

Her fantasy reached new heights as she remembered being the first woman to make love to his lovely male body. She descended slowly on his rod as she started to upright her posture, feeling that delicious pressure splitting her.

Alex was biting his lips as for the first time in his life his cock made intimate contact with the lovely sheath enclosing him. He could not refrain from whispering "Oh my ...." 

He felt his flesh throb, as his teacher took more and more of him inside her. He was elated, feeling in heaven, enamoured with the knowledge of making love to such an attractive woman, not able to understand his luck. He was so infatuated that he had to tell her aloud: "I love you!"

Victoria beamed positively, as she heard his spontaneous declaration. How very cute, she thought, as she bent down to kiss him affectionately on his lips. She was half the way down and the structured rubber made her feel every inch of her advance. As she kissed him, she was getting up again in a soft movement, thrilled about the oh so long missed feeling in her insides. Longingly she descended a bit more quickly on him and separated her lips from his, as she enjoyed with closed eyes the wonderful friction that radiated through her whole body. She was definitely looking forward to her growing excitement and she tried to make it slow, to prolong that exquisite pleasure. 

Alex kissed her fervently back. As she separated their faces he got now the courage to touch her hips and helping her with his hands to rise again. When he felt the rounding of her curves, he savoured the emotion rising in his body, making his loins ache, making his cock twitch. 

Victoria got even more excited as she felt his searching hands on her hips, and she guided him to the right spots, as he was inexpertly trying to help her raise herself. She started to move, feeling the need for it. 

She stopped, as she felt the tip of his cock being still safely inside her and let herself fall down on him, delighting in the heady feeling of the rapid penetration, giggling happily, feeling the tension mount in her. "Oh Alex, that feels so gooood!"

Alex groaned deeply, as his cock was rapidly vanishing inside her up to the hilt. His cock twitched again and then he was subjected to a first spasm and then more. He grunted heavily as his load was pumped out in a rapid sequence.

Victoria heard his frenzied breathing and was at first thrilled, then getting dismayed as she felt him getting soft again rapidly. And this was happening just as she was getting started for real! She tried not to show her disappointment as she realized that she just had promised him to make him a man, and she didn't want to take that away from him, so she cuddled immediately with him, trying to retain his cock inside her as long as possible, as she stretched herself out on him, with her thighs squeezed close.

Alex was so happy, concentrated on his very first time, that he entirely forgot asking her about her satisfaction. He was still proud having heard her exclaim that it was feeling so good, he felt just like the perfect lover and still being inside her made him feel so tender: "Miss Victoria, you are the most beautiful woman in the world! I love you!"

His ardour diminished her sexual disappointment quite a lot and she started to kiss him tenderly: "You do make very nice compliments..." 

She felt his cock shrivel more rapidly and she now made sure he exited her and that his condom did not slip inadvertently from his cock, as she sent him to the bathroom for cleaning.

To be continued



The New Teacher Ch. 04



Chapter 4 Friday, the thirteenth (see Chapter 3)

Before Alexander had left her apartment, she had asked him to visit her again next Friday. He gladly promised to come to her as soon as the school would be finished for him. 

She had to work during the whole weekend -- and she was glad about it, since the thought of the divorce being pronounced made her feel uneasy, even if she had agreed to the divorce for financial reasons. However, on Monday another letter reached her, informing her that the divorce was not yet pronounced, since there were uncertainties about the financial package being voiced by both lawyers. 

Soon after her husband called her, asking her for the first time ever directly for a meeting, since he was eager to have the divorce being pro-nounced as early as possible. He indicated his willingness to negotiate better financial terms in exchange for the divorce being pronounced as early as possible. Even more, he agreed to see her in the absence of his lawyer and also in the absence of his new girl-friend.

Calculatingly she prepared for that meeting, wanting to exploit the voyeuristic nature of her still to be former husband she put on the sexy underwear that never had failed to have an effect on him, always making him easier to manipulate. Slipping into the black, lacy panties and then attaching the matching garter belt, she anticipated an opportunity to display those as if by accident. She knew that in the absence of his girl-friend Michael would certainly look after any skirt, even after hers, since he had done so in all the years of being married to her. Then she chose black stockings and completed her outfit with a straight, tight mini-skirt in black and a semi-transparent cream-coloured blouse. She covered her outfit by a light summer coat. Then she proceeded directly to her car in her high-heeled bordeaux-red shoes. 

Michael opened the door and welcomed her in. As she let him help her out of her coat she recognized the first glance from him, as he eyed the reflection of her black bra under the semi-transparent blouse. He willed himself to look away, as he guided her to the living room. But as soon as she chose to sit down on the stool opposing the couch, where he was seated, he darted his eyes back first to her chest, then down to her legs. 

She asked him directly about his ideas concerning the financial improvements he had indicated. 

Michael started to explain his ideas. He was very cautious in approaching the subject of the compromise in money terms, talking in very veiled terms, building a very complicated sentence structure. 

Seemingly innocent she crossed her legs, making her tight skirt ride up, knowing very well that he could now guess that she was wearing stockings instead of pantyhose.

Michael swallowed involuntarily at this display and he was rapidly loosing his ability to form complicated sentences. He was resorting to more sim-ple phrases, making it for her much easier to follow his ideas and to position her own interests in a much better way. 

In a way it was a joy for her to recognize that he was just driven by his hormones and in some strange quirk of thoughts she found that somehow comforting. It was almost as if she was cheating his new girl-friend, who her husband had been cheating her with. It was a cheap comfort, but better than no comfort at all.

Finally they agreed on some more financial improvements for her, among those more benefits from the house appraisal and alimony for her, as long as she did not have a partner. He promised to confirm that in writing, and to have his lawyer phrase all that adequately.

Victoria was none the less feeling ever more lonely after this agreement and looked very much forward to her meeting with Alexander later in the week. 

Alexander did arrive in the apartment building on this Friday, the thirteenth, and to him it soon appeared, as if this day would live up to its sinister reputation. First he was confronted by the new school director Dr. Hunter, who was asking him what he was doing in here. Surprised as he was, he was answering truthfully to her that he was going to visit his teacher, Mrs. Mueller. Then, regaining his presence, he added purposefully, that she was going to lend him a book at his urgent request for biochemistry questions concerning the first semester in view of the upcoming final tests. She looked at him inquisitively, but he did not add anything else, so she let him leave. He went to the end of the floor and rang the bell on the door of his love, feeling observed by Mrs. Hunter.

He entered quickly, as his adored teacher opened the door, and rashly he closed the door again from the inside. She hugged him, taking pleasure in feeling his slim and muscular body responding timidly, but she felt him being somewhat tense, as he asked her attention: „Miss Victoria?? "

She looked into his pale blue eyes, expecting to see the same joy expressed in there as last Friday. She loved those first minutes, when he was still being very shy, not daring to express his longings. He then whispered the unwelcome news into her ears. As Victoria learned from him that the new school director was now living in this apartment building and even on the same floor, she was instantly worried and pulled slowly away from him:

„Alex, please do understand that you will no longer be able to visit me here, as long as you are a student in my class. The new director shall never see you here again, if she would ever become suspicious, I will loose my job and my career. You certainly don't want that to happen, do you? " 

He nodded slowly, seeing her face displaying her fears very clearly as well as her unhappiness. She kissed him affectionately, and then blotted her face against his chest:

„And I will have to give you a biochemistry book, while you have to leave pretty soon. She may be observing you ..."

She had been looking forward to their end of the week encounter, but she was level-headed enough to realize the danger in having him linger in her apartment to long, making him understand it. All that made him quite dissat-isfied, and he was feeling a bit depressed. He was sitting down on the couch, hanging his head, as she went looking for a book.

That was still pretty harmless compared to his latter discovery. To her dismay he found the letter of her husband lying out on the table at the couch, which referred to their last meeting in his house. Instantly he became jealous:

„Miss Victoria, you are still meeting this ... this guy, whom you declared to be living apart from you? "

His voice expressed a lot of suspicion. She wished that she would have put that letter away before he was going to come into her apartment, cursing herself for being so stupid. Her voice sounded defensive, even to her own ears, as she replied hesitantly in turning back her head, standing in front of the large book shelf:

„Getting separated means to have to negotiate the terms of the divorce ..."

In fact, she remembered very clearly their last meeting and how she had enjoyed the furtive looks of her former husband, who had eyed her openly for the first time after their separation, his girlfriend being absent. And she had purposefully dressed very sexily this day to make her husband reminiscence.... - and she had succeeded that day. However, now she blushed a bit remembering that, and she tried to hunt those thoughts away, as Alex observed her intensely. She turned away, taking as pretext to look again for that biochemistry book:

„Unfortunately you have got to leave soon..."

Alex got all of a sudden a bit angry, feeling that she was evading his real question about the nature of her meetings with her former husband. But he was trying to hide this particular feeling, emphasizing the other compo-nent of his emotions, longing for her intensely, having waited all week long for this Friday. In consequence he became for the first time in their relationship demanding:

„Victoria, I have got to see you again today ...." 

She realized at the tone of his voice his youthful impatience to be with her and his being jealous, despite the fact that he was trying to hide that latter feeling, both attracting her even more, as she realized him want-ing her exclusively and so very badly. She did not correct him about her calling Victoria instead of the agreed Miss Victoria, perceiving his being angry with her. Since she felt guilty about having that letter left on the couch, she agreed quickly to see him once again today and proposed to meet in the out-skirts of the city, but insisting to travel there separately. She quickly whisked him out of her home, equipping him with that book, confirming to meet him at the old oak tree in that forest, whispering very sweetly in his ear that she would wear a skirt ...

Light-heartedly she prepared for that meeting, wanting to humour her young lover she put on the sexy underwear that never had failed to have an effect on her husband, always making him easier to manipulate. Slipping into the black, lacy panties and then attaching the matching garter belt, she anticipated already his certainly strong reaction, smiling internally. Then she chose sheer stockings and completed that outfit with a pleated, grey skirt and an opaque, white blouse. The sun was shining and the air was relatively warm, so she headed directly to her car in her medium-heeled black shoes. 

Exiting the car at a parking close to the train station, where Alex would have left, she made her way into the near clearing, where that famous oak tree was standing. Hiding behind the oak tree, making sure that no one was around. As Alex appeared, she waited until he was close to her, then she got out from behind the tree and raised coquettishly her skirt a bit to re-veal the top of her stockings with the black garters attached to it, contrasting with the white flesh of her thighs, expecting her young lover to be thriving on such a pleasant discovery.

But to her utter surprise, he reacted quite differently: „Did your husband see you ever in those garters? "

He didn't wait long for an answer. She didn't answer him immediately that was already enough proof for him: 

„Then I don't want to see you in it! "

He backed away from her, clearly being very angry. 

She was dumbfounded: „But, but you wanted to see me..."

This sudden outbreak of jealousy had her speechless, she let her pleated skirt down, letting her hands hang immobile at her sides. 

He repeated stubbornly: 

„I don't want to see you in it! Only if you wear some lingerie that he has never seen you being in."

She was getting slightly agitated:

„Well, I don't have all my clothes with me ...Come on, what I did was wrong, but you may just give me a slap on my behind and forget about it."

She smiled at him, trying to ease the tension. 

He looked at her insistently: 

„No, not yet, because I don't want even to touch you while you wear that stuff he has seen you in ..." 

She realized that this was their first serious fight, and that he wasn't going to back down easily. 

He saw her face getting serious and continued in order to find a compromise:

„ ... but we could go to the lingerie store, close to the rail station. I would love to buy you some new...." 

That did surprise her on several accounts, first for proposing it at all, because he had been rather shy before, then for offering to buy it, since that was certainly a very unusual situation. Imagining how that school boy would stand with her as 42 year old woman in front of the cashier made her blush as well, because it would be quite clear to anybody in the shop that he could only be her lover. So she hesitated some moments. But in the end, she was opting to go with him, because she couldn't stand the thought of losing him all of a sudden over that fight.

Arriving by car at the small shop, she entered it apprehensively, feeling awkward with him, who could have been her own son in terms of his age. But she rapidly took charge of the situation, asking the twenty year old acting as a sales girl to see some garter belts with matching sets. She detailed her requests in terms of size and colour, preferring a dark green. She was ignoring Alex as much as she could, trying to concentrate. 

As she was slowly settling into the routine, Alex was suddenly breaking it, as he asked the chubby sales assistant: 

„Would you have white, lacy garter belts with attractive applications, those being matched by similar panties and an equally attractive brassiere? "

The blue eyes of the girl looked irritated from her to him and back. 

Victoria was stunned to hear him interfere directly; she had expected some more discrete suggestions. But she tried to act as if nothing had happened, chiming in:

„Yes, that could also be interesting..."

The sales girl recognized her vain attempt to regain control of the situation and tried to suppress a smile, as she turned around to look for something fitting that description.

The very young apprentice girl in the background stifled a giggle, escaping her gorge. The cashier, a more mature, elegantly clad lady of about 35 years, was now paying attention, too. They were both observing Victoria, seeing her look at Alex with a blush on her face while hearing those precise descriptions and seeing him act without any qualms. 

The teacher felt being the centre of all the attention, as a brilliant white satin garter belt with applications in form of small red roses was pre-sented to her and Alex. As he nodded emphatically, she put the matching panties, which were semi-transparent in the front, and the bra as well on the table, confirming that it was european size 42 and 85B, as requested. 

Then Alexander was asking her in front of all employees:

„Vicky, could you please change immediately into the new set ... and keep it on, if it fits? "

She wanted all of a sudden to be somewhere else. That was definitely humiliating, making everyone aware that she was the lover of such a young man, but she went obediently into in the changing cabin. At the same time, that excited her in a peculiar way, she was aware of her nipples being prominent, tingling and sticking out, as she changed her bra. The set was indeed fitting her perfectly, so she put all her clothes back on and exited with her old, black lingerie in hand. After that she remained the entire time silent, felt even more awkward as he paid that expensive set in cash. 

As they were leaving the store, she realized that to her horror that her husband was standing not far away, looking at her car, with his back to them. Without thinking she immediately reacted by telling Alex in a low voice to meet her back at the oak tree:

„I am going to distract my husband from recognizing you as my company. It would be a disaster if he would ever be able to identify you as one of my students...."

The urgency in her voice made him go away, though the rash anger in his eyes was not a good sign. She sighed, this was really Friday, the thir-teenth....

It took some minutes to convince her spouse that she wanted definitely to be left alone. Finally he parted with his own car, having passed her car by accident. She was rather relieved and swore to herself to be much more cautious in the future and avoid all public places.

Slowly she headed towards the forest, dreading already the confrontation with her young and jealous lover. But she would remain in control, as she had been all the time, she told herself. The sudden outbreak of his jealousy had surprised her that much, that she lost her track. However, as she arrived at the oak tree, Alex seemed to be relaxed and smiling in contrast to her anticipation. She was relieved and ran almost to him:

"Ohh, that is so good to see you again in that excellent mood despite all those unfortunate moments."

He took her in his arms and laughed in a certain way, which she could not understand at first:

"That is because I remembered your offer from before ..."

She put her head back, looking at him questioningly:

"Which offer?" 

He smiled at her with a peculiar expression in his eyes:

"You said and I cite you now word by word - you may just give me a slap on my behind and forget about it - I will take you up on that offer now, but in view of the situation it won't do to talk about just one slap ..." 

She stared at him with unbelieving eyes, did he really mean what he was saying? She just not wanted to acknowledge his words:

"You cannot be serious ...."

His smile vanished:

"I do not want to share you with your husband; I simply cannot support even the thought of it.... "

His eyes were starting to shine very brightly, as if filled with tears:

"If you would agree to be put over my lap, then I would know that I mean a lot to you, so much that you would accept even tears on your face from such a treatment. Then I could and would trust you, as I have trusted you to be my very first love."

She was moved by his words and recognized his deep hurt about her being with her husband, but she was still not sure what to do, her face showing her uncertainty.

He continued emphatically:

„You may choose now - I will go to that bench behind that tree. If you don't come within three minutes, then I will accept your decision and vanish from your life. "

Her face showed a certain discomfort at that thought, she didn't want to loose him because of a silly chance encounter with her husband.

Observantly he continued on a more enticing tone:

„But if you come to me, you will accept to be put over my lap, then your skirt will be raised, knowing that you are letting me view your sexy panties and garters, exposing your rounded bottom to my hands, touching and spanking you like a naughty girl."

Her face turned slowly crimson, hearing his imagination. 

Then he abruptly ended, and executed his words immediately:

"I will go now to the bench behind the tree."

Victoria was pretty much shocked, she did not know what to do.

might be continued, ... if sufficient interest exists from the readers.



The New Teacher Ch. 05



The New Teacher Chapter 5 Friday, the thirteenth - part 2(see Chapter 4)

Her mind was in turmoil, as Alex simply disappeared, without even waiting for the tiniest reply from her. If she would not have been so silly to let that letter of her husband lie openly on the table...., but that could not be helped now. 

Alex was sitting on the bench in his blue jeans and wondering whether he had been doing the right thing. However, the sight of HIS Miss Victoria with this man, her husband had him quite unsettled. He did not want to share her at all, so he just shrugged his shoulders and waited patiently.

Victoria felt shaken. His demand was ridiculous, she was the teacher and she was supposed to have all the authority... and then instead being asked to submit to a spanking from her student - she would have to swallow all her pride. But having him leave her was also difficult to accept. Finally she made up her mind and chose to go to him. Her heart was beating fast, as she saw him waiting there, sitting on the wooden bench. 

His face was lighting up, as he saw her approaching him hesitantly, patting on his lap: "I am really glad that you decided that way! "

"You don't have to be jealous, Alex, there is no reason for it. Trust me..." She tried to change his mind. She stopped three steps away from him, uncertain what to expect.

But his eyes were taking her in from her toes up to her hair, lingering with his eyes on her breasts coverd by that opaque, white blouse:

"You do agree to convince me of that, don't you? "

She felt that her voice would be unsteady, so she chose to remain silent and acknowledge his words by just a tiny nodding, feeling that any other words would be in vain.

He smiled very smugly and continued to muster her very intensively, as if he was seeing her for the first time:

"Would you please turn around?"

He enjoyed the sight of her, as she obediently turned around, making her pleated skirt swing gracefully. His eyes followed the line of her legs covered by sheer stockings down to her medium heeled black shoes.

"I am very pleased to see you wear stockings..."

She stopped abruptly at his words, because for her, it indeed felt as if he was seeing her for the first time. She was starting to feel very nervous. Before she had always been the active part - she had been undressing him or made him undress, before she herself would take off any of her clothes. And now it was quite the opposite, he would remain fully dressed, while she was going to be exposed to his eyes without even being able to choose the moment for it. And additionally he was evidently being very much turned on by this situation, as she could discern a clear bulge forming in his trousers. All these thoughts were making her blush heavily.

He interrupted her thoughts: "Victoria, come over here..."

He was speaking softly, but insistently.

She consented by advancing towards him and standing in front of him. He lifted her effortlessly and unceremoniously over his lap and then slid her forward so her rear end was directly under his right hand. She could not avoid looking back at him, turning her head to face his eyes. She was still incredulous and could not believe that he was really intending to proceed. As she was staring at him he did not flinch, while his hand came down as soon as it could.

He waited for her to explode in indignation - now that there was no doubt about his being serious in spanking her, but instead she rested her head on her hands and although she turned her face away in what he assumed was embarrassment, it appeared he had gotten her permission to continue. He vented again his feelings about not wanting to share her with her husband and he punctuated his lecture with some more light spanks.

To her it appeared for some moments like a dream, that it all could not be true. Then he had suddenly her full attention again, as he started to lift her skirt slowly. She turned her head again to face him, imploring him in a low voice:

"Please, is that really necessary? " 

He did stop for a short moment, while he looked at her, flashing a strange smile and confirming:

"That is only the very start, my dear Vicky... "

She noticed his addressing her getting ever more familiar and the notion of the wording 'the very start' made her nervous. He turned his atten-tion back to the lower part of her body. She watched his face attentively, which showed his vivid attraction to her features, as he was fascinated by her. She watched him slid her skirt higher and higher, feeling him unveiling the top of her stockings and the attached garters, and then flipping it suddenly completely over in order to discover her behind. His hands traced the seams of her white panties:

"I do like the way your white panties stretch over your generous bottom, as if inviting me to..."

She felt at the same time something stirring beneath her thighs, as if his cock was further expanding in his trousers. Then hearing his lurid comments, she blushed furiously and turned her head down to hide her shame. Only moments later, she heard a certain sound and felt his hand come down hard on her flesh, making her bottom wiggle, before she realized the sting:

"Eeeks!" She screeched surprised, despite all the announcements from him.

Only seconds later, his hand connected again with the other half of her behind.

"Ouch..." She was not prepared nor did she expect him to spank her so hard. But then she gritted her teeth, and supported the next two hard slaps without uttering even the slightest sound. His anger at her was still burning in him. How could she meet and talk to that, that guy, when she had told him before that she was not seeing him? He wanted revenge, to make her pay for hurting him so much, for making him feel so helplessly jealous. In a way he was not at all pleased to see her endure his spanking so easily. She heard him laugh sarcastically:

"Oh, my sweet woman is trying to be very brave, but that won't last ..!"

He inserted his fingers into the waistband of her white panties. She immediately realized his intention and protested enraged:

"Ohh, noooo, please!!!! " 

Despite her protests he pulled her panties rapidly down to her thighs, as far as his outstretched arm would allow for.

To be spanked on her bare bottom appeared to be even more humiliating, as he remained fully clothed and she was being treated like a naughty girl. Ashamed she reached back, trying to pull her panties up again.

But in reaction to that he tied her hands with his left hand, while he lifted his right hand, and his voice sounded almost menacing:

"Vicky, please don't try that again..."

She felt utterly helpless, his force clearly overpowering her. She was not being used to that kind of feeling, so she did not know how to respond. Before she could react, he spanked her hard on her bared bottom.

"Ouchie!"

She cried out aloud, being caught by surprise, this was happening so rapidly and the sting was setting her skin on fire. 

He watched her reddening skin almost enthralled and then he wanted to rub her there delicately. Suddenly he did understand the attrac-tion his soon-to-be stepfather Nicolai felt, when that repugnant guy asked his mother to submit to a spanking. He must also feel that exhilarating sense of power to feel the quivering bottom of a female under his hands and to know that she submitted voluntarily to that treatment just to please him. Feeling her smooth skin he could not help himself but venturing slowly with his hand between her thighs.

Feeling his hand move towards the sensitive white skin above her stockings confused and outraged her: 

"ALEX!!! " 

She sounded genuinely shocked. She didn't know what to do, the direct alternation between that hard spanking and the sensuous stroking and fingering had her all mixed up. The burning hurt of her bottom mixed with the ensuing exciting sensation of his fingers on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs created vividly contrasting emotions in her mind. And the fact that he clearly enjoyed her submitting to him added even more to her em-barrassment. That rapid switch of authority bothered her a lot, as his fingers moved closer and closer in direction of her slit, embarrassing her con-siderably.

He was quite surprised to feel her being rather wet. He realised in an instant that this situation must have aroused her. That fired his enthusiasm even more. Intuitively he grasped that surrendering her authority to him allowed her to give in to her own emotions and longings more openly. For the very first time he got a glimpse of what might motivate his mother to allow that rather unattractive and fat guy Nicolai to make love to her. Apparently she was as much turned on by that power switch as apparently Victoria was.

She had been so focussed on the actions and the stinging sensations caused by the spanking that it was a bolt from the blue as she became conscious on his touch that her half-opened love lips were wet, witnessing her arousal. But before she could come to grips with that surprising fact, he spanked her again hard on her bared bottom, and this time several spanks followed each other in rapid sequence.

"Oh, ouch, Ouuch, OUUUCH!"

At the last impact she screamed out aloud, this was hurting her so much, tears formed in the corner of her eyes, as she sobbed softly. He stopped immediately, rubbing her behind, that was feeling so hot and burning now. 

But as soon as she caught her breath again, she also noticed how rock hard his stick felt, that was poking through his pants. She was feeling very awkward and her face felt flushed as in a fever spell. Apparently this was arousing him a lot, and that evident fact moved her in a peculiar way. Alex was finally having a softer expression in his eyes and she expected him to stop. But then his voice was catching with emotion, as he voiced his request:

"Vicky, if you submit to the last task, you will have convinced me..."

For the teacher that was totally unexpected - this humiliation was not yet over? She turned her head and looked back at him with unbelieving eyes.

He stared at her with barely veiled lust and voiced his desire strongly:

"I would like to apply three searing strikes with my belt on your bare behind. I would expect you to bend over the back of the wooden bench and raise your skirt high on your hips. I would enjoy being able to see your behind wobble delightfully, as my belt comes down on your luscious cheeks. And you would definitely not be able to hide any of your charms in that very re-vealing position with your spread thighs." He stopped for a moment then continued more softly: "Then I would know for sure that I mean a lot to you..."

She was getting so confused, as she heard his voice vibrant with pure yearning, him relishing in the powerful joy of spanking her with his belt. She felt her heart almost stop as he voiced his vivid description about watching her in such an indecent, and even lewd, setting, but it also excited her in a certain way and she felt her body respond to that picture almost instantly. She imagined for a brief moment standing him behind her with his big tent in his pants. Then her pulse started to race with indignation, as she realized that he expected her to expose herself willingly in such a salacious way before his very eyes, just in order to make her endure the vicious bite of his leather belt to her poor backside to his merriment.

He followed the development of her inner turmoil by observing the conflicting emotions displayed on her face. A sudden insight pushed him to find the right words for a rapid decision in favour of his ideas: 

"My dear Vicky, you will look so very sexy and beautiful that way and I will know that you are doing that for me and for me only. And if you do that I will forgive you instantly for not telling me about meeting your husband, because I will be certain that you are mine! "

She was almost swayed by the urgency in his youthful voice and by the flamboyant desire illuminating his eyes. He was dying to see her in an impu-dent pose. She could see her own attractiveness reflected in every corner of his young face, she felt proud to be so very sexy in his eyes. And suddenly she could not resist the temptation of being the focus of his absolute attention - she was pretty sure he would promise heaven and hell to watch her, but she was also quite sure that he would not agree to stop worrying about her former husband, but perhaps she could put a stop to his most jealous ideas:

"Only if you promise solemnly to meet me next Friday, and to forget about today, and not to mention even one word about today, and never talk about my ex-husband again! "

He confirmed that so quickly with his positively radiant face that she could not believe it. She was not prepared to act and certainly not to act instantly; she had expected him to negotiate talking about her former hus-band. She hesitated, while he started to act already. He pulled her panties down over her knees and asked her to get her wades up - thus in order for him to be able to drag them over her shoes.

Automatically she did as requested by him and thus agreed implicitly without any further questioning. She felt like being a puppet on a string. Immediately he put her up on her feet again. Instinctively she smoothed down her skirt again in an attempt to retain some modesty. After having done that she was finding that extremely ridiculous, since she was going to display in just a few moments the very opposite of reserved behaviour. All this was certainly not really happening, she thought, this had to be a dream.

He got up from the bench and stowed her panties in her handbag. Then he started to undo his belt, looking expectantly at her.

She blanched for a moment then blushed intensely, as she saw him holding already the doubled black leather belt in one hand:

"Oh my god ...! You really expect me to put up with that?" 

She was all flushed, as she realized that this was not a dream but happening for real.

"You agreed to it!" He was adamant, being certain without having any doubt that she would not back out of it. He could not tell why he felt so assured of it. It was just some kind of uncanny presentiment that his assumption would be justified. "...and you made me promise a lot in return."

His poised articulation irritated her in a certain way, but it also impressed her, especially the manner in which he reminded her of her own demands as condition for an implicit understanding. She did not have a valid argument against that, at least not so quickly. She sighed and moved slowly over to the backside of the bench, looking sceptical at the wooden edge of the top.

Alex rapidly put his light blouson over the top of the bench in order to cushion the hard wood for her. He anticipated that objection, before the teacher could voice it. 

Victoria hesitated. She knew that she had kind of initiated an opening of that pathway with her first statement about a slap on her behind, but she had never anticipated that she would ever go down so far on this backwoods trail and now she was in that picture almost in the middle of a lone forest.

He knew that this was the critical moment, when she had to decide if she would lean over the bench or not. Once she had bent herself over it the point of no return would have been passed. He was holding his breath.

Victoria took a deep breath and stepped towards the bench, at the spot where the blouson. She slowly started to bend over the bench, bringing simultaneously her hand to the hem of her pleated, grey skirt. She did not dare to look back....

T o   b e   c o n t i n u e d 



The New Teacher Ch. 06



Friday, the thirteenth part 3

VICKY IS RETURNING

Victoria was safely back in her apartment, but she still felt shaken. This was indeed Friday, the thirteenth. How in the world could Mrs. Hunter arrive just in that very part of the woods where Alex and she had been?

She had endured the two strokes by his belt. And she could still feel the two bands certainly marking her bottom. Each had been feeling like an impact of a red glowing metal stripe on her skin. She had screamed each time, but Alex had been adamant and unrelenting and wanted to continue. But then they had heard the voice of Mrs. Hunter. Alex had bolted like a deer in full panic and ran away with full speed, while hastily grabbing his blouson and belt. She had barely managed to dress again, until Mrs. Hunter arrived. 

Mrs Hunter had greeted her politely but she had not been friendly at all. She had been more in a suspicious mood:

"Didn't I just see a male student rushing away from here? Why do you look shocked?"

Victoria denied that right away. "Look, I can't control if young people are jogging around in the neighbourhood. And I have met my former husband before. This is my private life. I am not at school right now."

Mrs. Hunter shrugged : "I would not suspect such, if you would not be overly friendly with your students..." 

Victoria had been aghast and she protested vividly. 

Mrs. Hunter smiled only thinly and remarked casually: "For example I have seen Alexander Aronski way too often around you." 

Victoria blushed and retorted angrily that she was a professional. Her senoir class was best in grades at the school. She should not have said it. That was a capital mistake.

"Better than my new class?", asked Mrs. Hunter icily. Her eyes accused Victoria of high treason and missing loyality at the same time. In that instant Victoria knew that Mrs. Hunter would not stop to harrass her. The pure hatred in the eyes of the Head Mistress was obvious. She wondered where that hate came from.

Victoria excused herself for having to return home. She did not care if her excuse had been a poor one. It did not matter at all. Mrs. Hunter would search any reason to make her look bad.

The car trip back had been lenghty as the city in the late afternoon was always congested. She wondered what Alex was doing. 

ALEX IS RETURNING

The door bell rang. She wondered who that would be. She was astounded as she saw Alex, when she opened the door.

"Are you mad to come here? Didn't I tell you specifically that you should never visit me here again? Go away, Alex! Quickly, before she comes back." She panicked almost and treid to close the door. 

He put his right foot into the door: "I had not been able to finish." 

She looked at him as if he would be right out of his mind – and he probably was. Didn't he grasp how difficult her situation would be if the Head Mistress did arrive? 

"Are you mad, Alex? I told you to avoid this building and especially this floor. And you did flee, not me. So don't tell me that you could not finish! And now go!" 

"I refuse to go, if we don't meet again today. I have to talk to you. Either you let me in or we will meet outside. The discussion here at the door is only a prolongation of that risk you dread." 

He did have a point there. Yet, she was astounded that he did have the nerve to blackmail her again, even if she had to talk to him as well. Only a very safe meeting place would do from now on. However, she could not let him in without him letting out again. And that moment would be another risky one. Outside was the only way.

"If we meet outside, we will go separately, is that clear? And we are not going to meet neither in any public place nor in any place accessible by car or public transport." Foremost she was trying to avoid any potential contact with Mrs. Hunter and also to re-gain control of the situation. Perhaps that was paranoid, but having seen her in the out-skirts of the city had rattled her confidence.

He nodded in agreement. "We could meet at the river Alster in alotment gardens in a garden house. Only those with a key to the area may enter it. My stepdad owns the garden – and I have the keys to the area and to the house. I meet you at the entrance gate, when you are alone, that is." He scribbled the address on a paper. 

She was relieved as he grasped the idea to avoid meeting with her boss, when they might potentially be seen together. However, she was perhaps overcautious, but she asked if the gate could be seen from the street. 

He raised his eye brows, but after a moment he did find an answer:

"If you are that cautious, then I see only one possibility. My aunt Olga does have an apartment in a guarded house in a very mixed area. The renowned Atlantic hotel is not far, but also rather seedy bars in that street. So only guests with access code to the apartment may enter the courtyard – it is 6969. I will have the key to the apartment and for the daily changed pin code for the elevator in apartment house, too. "

Alex did not not tell her that he had to get the latter two from his mom or his aunt. He did not want her to have an excuse to refuse his idea. He was clever enough to recognize that there would be a limit to push her into actions. Even his threat to stay here until Mrs. Hunter did arrive was not really a solid one. It was not at all in his interest to have her to confront the Head Mistress again, as he would have to suffer that conflict as well. However, she could not know that for sure, only suspect it. But he was pretty sure that she would refuse to see him ever again if he would push his blackmail efforts too far. 

"Leave your car here, that is better. Take my bike instead and use the route along the bike paths along the Alster river and then enter directly the courtyard of the apartment house by bike. Don't walk that street or stop before entering the courtyard! The Head Mistress will not walk that street at all, be assured of that."

The very thought that the prim and proper Head Mistress would walk that special street and be mistaken for an alley cat amused him a lot. He grinned: "I'll take public transport – I am a guy."

As if a guy would be superior – it had not been long ago when he had always addressed her as Miss Victoria... Well, perhaps it did not sound very enchanting, but it did sound as if she would never encounter Mrs Hunter with that kind of meeting place. So she did agree. He handed her the address and the Pin as well as some directions. 

"Let us hurry now, before it does get dark."

She frowned: "I'll better change before going there by bike and I need my handbag." 

He shrugged: "Do what you want, but I see every delay as a chance for her to come back. I am downstairs, to adjust the bike. It is blue. I'll wait there for you... or for her." Without even looking back he sauntered downstairs. 

She did sigh, but she only grabbed her handbag and a light jacket. Then she went after him. Of course he was right about the risk that he was seen here, but he could have given her the keys to his bike. 

Of course his was a men's bike. Well, she should have expected that. She rolled her eyes, but at least he did have the seat adjusted in height and opened the saddle bag to stow her handbag and jacket. The saddle seemed to be one of those fancy, hard leather saddles from the UK. She saw him grin as she pondered how to mount the bike. 

"To be honest, I have been looking forward to that moment. To see you mount that mens bike with your skirt."

She scowled at him, yet she had to laugh a moment later as his boyish grin was contagious. There was no doubt that he did enjoy the situation. She pondered to spoil his expectations by using the high curb stone of the garage entrance, but she decided that by accomodating his whim she would facilitate the discussion later on ... and somehow it did tickle her pride that he was so intent on it.

Finally she did mount it by pulling up her skirt enough to make it possible to swing with her right leg over the rear rack. As she sat down on the hard saddle, she winced as the belt stripes on her bottom did hurt. Quickly she raised up, put her skirt under her and sat down again. It did help a bit.

THE 'APARTMENT'

Alex perceived her looking at the entrance of the underground garage with the small wall and expected her to use the brick wall as means to mount that bike in a decent way. He smiled as she quickly checked the environment for any people passing by. He did take that as a sign that she considered to throw caution to the wind, if feasible. Her face flushed slightly as she prepare for it. He enjoyed the short but clear flashing of her white garter belt. He had hoped for her not being able or willing to change it. However, she disappeared quickly from his view, as she pedalled rapidly away.

Then he quickly used the next bus home in order to get the keys for the apartment from home. In all the haste his cellphone had discharged completely without him remarking it. In fact, he was not really sure to get the pin or the keys. He had never seen the apartment, but of course he could not have admitted that to his Vicky. He was confident that somehow he would manage all.

At home he encountered his mom. She had not expected him on a Friday late afternoon and looked puzzled.

"Mom, I need the keys to auntie Olgas apartment, please. I know that you have them." She did look at him surprised and frowned.

"Why would you want to go there? That is not a place for you to go!"

He sighed, as he could guess from the tone of her voice, that it would not be easy at all. In consequence he decided to be upfront:

"Mom, I am going to meet a girlfriend there, as we can't meet at her place nor in any public place. She will meet me there soon." 

"This is crazy! You can't send a young girl to that place for a meeting. And why did you not tell me that you have a girlfriend? Who is she? And don't expect me to give you the keys if you want to meet alone with her!" 

That was not going well at all. Perhasps he had been overoptimistic. He changed tactics:

"Mom, don't you want your son to have a girlfriend? Look, I've rarely asked for favors, but today I do. Please, don't make me look bad in front of her. Isn't it normal for an 18 year old guy to date?"

"Alexander, dating might be normal, but in normal places. Why the hell can't she meet in normal public places? I suspect that she is under 16, then you and her would be in trouble at that place. So, I don't think giving you the keys is smart for me."

Alex hesitated, her assumptions went totally into the wrong direction, but what should he tell her without spilling too much? Perhaps telling half the truth might do the trick:

"Mom, don't worry - she is well over eighteen. Look, I can't very well go to a public place as spanking will be involved, I am sure that you understand that."

His mom made big eyes: "Did I hear that right? What the heck has happened? And you never told me??? I thought you are against such? And she is older than you?" 

"I am telling you now, Mom. Now will you let me get the keys and the PIN, please?", he started to look at his watch, as he became worried that Victoria would leave if she had to wait too long.

"No way that you go there. I won't let my oldest son be mistreated by a woman. I don't want you to become a pathetic wimp!" 

He blinked as he did not believe his ears. "Hell, mom – you did tell me that I should not meddle with your choice! And now you are trying to tell me what to do? This is not logical at all!"

She frowned at him: "You are too young to know – but I know and I am a woman. And I wont let Her lead you down that dangerous path - and make you try things you don't understand yet, especially as there are things in that apartment you don't want to experience. You did not have a girlfriend so far, so she is probably trying to trick you. So forget the keys."

Alex became exasperated, as this became a real fight – and normally he cherished his mom. 

"First of all, she does not mistreat me at all. Second, it is my choice. Third I did make love to her several times and I spanked her already. So give me the keys now!"

She became angry and stubborn: "I don't believe you at all. I would have sensed that – I am your mom! You just want to meet her, as she has put a spell on you!"

Then she stared suddenly at him with a shock in her eyes. "Several times?? My goodness. Is – I mean, do you know how to avoid ...?"

Alex wished fervently that he would have kept his mouth shut. This discussion became worse and worse. He dreaded a lecture about contraceptives. "Please, mom!!!!"

"I am going to come with you to meet her, point. Take it or leave it. We can both go by bike." Her voice sounded adamant. 

Alex sighed – relieved and nerved at the same time. "I have given her my bike, so we may use the bus."

She nodded: "That fits my picture of her. A gal with hairy legs hidden under jeans and enjoying to ride mens bikes and a commandeering voice, fit to call a whole class to attention."

"Mom, she is wearing a kneelength skirt on the bike.", he became angry, too. This was not right to slander his Vicky as being a bitch, and she was a teacher, but he could not admit that even to his mom.

His mom snorted: "Then she is a slut, perhaps already known in that street..."

"STOP IT!", Alex lost his patience, and shouted for the first time at the top of his voice at her. He just could not stand it. His mom looked at him astonished and shocked.

They rode in silence by bus to the apartment house.



The New Teacher Ch. 07



Friday, the thirteenth part 4

VICKY ARRIVES AT THE APARTMENT

It had been quite some years since she had been riding on her holland bike with a skirt on. Her ex had always advised her to think about her standing as a teacher in that quarter of town. He had often preached high morals while he himself had not been able to keep his prick inside his pants, that asshole!

She had to remember her days as a young student, when she had been biking frequently with a shorter dress or skirt like today. Sometimes it had given her a kick to give into a slightly adventurous and exhibitionistic mood, but back then she knew better than today how to avoid indecent exposure, while accepting the risk for such. She remembered that biking with legs closed as much as possible had been helpful, even if that meant to accept lower speed. Considering that she was doing quite okay this evening. Slowly she got used again to pull her skirt down now and then or to hold it during wind gusts. It did help that she had entered a not so frequented bike path along a rivulet. Only when taking turns or having to negotiate narrow spots did it become difficult, as she had to use both her hands in those instances. The bicycle tires and the handle bar had almost a quality like for a racing bike, and that made it difficult to handle as her iron horse seemed to react nervously to small changes in direction of the handle bar. 

Now she pedalled on the bike path alongside a four lane street. That was relatively easy as the road was pretty straight ahead. The bends in the road had been soft and gradual, that was a big advantage as she never had a need to use both hands, while there were many shops still open and hence many people frequenting the sidewalk. The disadvantage consisted in the existence of a lot of traffic lights, which sometimes meant to stop and to dismount and mount the bike again. Dismounting meant to be cautious in several ways, since the the crossbar of the bike was higher than expected, as she had to learn at the first red traffic light. She had to stand on her toes, while the metal tube almost touched her intimate parts. On top of that it made her skirt rise, as the crossbar raised her skirt on the front and in the back. Instantly she became afraid that this would display for sure the tops of her stockings or even the white garter belts. However, she knew better than to glance downwards. Luckily the red turned to green within 10 seconds. As she mounted again, she had the displeasure of having to wince as her still smarting bottom met the hard leather saddle again. After that experience she tried to stop in the way to lean at the pole of the traffic light, but that was not always possible. 

Bad luck, she thought, as the last traffic light had turned red before she would be able to turn into the bike path in the park. Two rather young guys on their mountain bikes occupied the pole already. She slowed her speed trying to weigh the alternatives. 

For a moment she pondered to ask them to let her rest at the pole, too, but then she would have to yell over the distance, which would only increase attention, while the bus stop before the traffic light was crammed with half a school class. Not a good solution. She got doubled by a crowd of six guys, apparently students, on trekking bikes. So she had to stop just after them, right at the bus station and dismount. She looked straight ahead as she felt the bar again dividing her skirt. The she heard suddenly a boy laugh and tell his buddies to take a look. She felt her face reddening. As the light turned green, she mounted so quickly that her smarting booty hurt more than ever, but she did not care about it. She was so happy to get away, that she strained her leg muscles to the maximum in order to gain speed. 

Finally she was again on a bike path in a park and no longer in a busy street. She felt relieved. It was a pleasure to arrive at the lake Alster in the inner city. The sailboats on the water got her dreamy. It would be such a pleasure to be able to get on a boat with Alex. Especially as the sunset was close and the little ripples and waves on the glittering surface of the lake reflected in many different hues the warm golden-red sun going down. His boyish grin was at times also like a beam of sudden warmth lightening up on his face. 

But now the last part of the trip was approaching. She hated already the thought to enter that ill-reputed street, but she did not have much of a choice. Decisively she entered the street with enough speed to pass quickly at some males walking the street, but slow enough not to miss the entrance of that courtyard. She read the number and entered quickly into it with her bike and dismounted for good. She enclosed the bike with the lock at an iron rail framing some garden patch. She walked to the entrance of the building and pushed the number into the PIN pad located at the side of it. 

She entered through the sliding door and faced surprised a male guard at the reception desk. He did look surprised as well.

"How can I help you?", his face looked puzzled. "Are you new here? Normally the 'girls' use the back entrance to get into the apartments." 

She felt how her face colored again: "I am not one of the 'street girls', Mister. I am supposed to meet somebody at an apartment, a private apartment - not that kind of apartment."

Now he did frown in earnest: "This house does only have apartments ... for entertainment. Perhaps you entered the wrong street, Madam?" 

She sighed and felt awkward. How should she explain the arrangement agreed with Alex? "It is definetely the right street and the right apartment house. I do have also the correct access code. The apartment belongs to a certain Olga." 

He did raise his eye brows. "Okayyyy... Normally any guests of her have all the right instructions, but you don't seem to have them nor are you wearing the typical outfits I would expect of such a guest."

That remark did puzzle her now. What the heck was a typical outfit? Before she got even more entangled she would rather wait until Alex arrived. "I am going to wait until ...I meet the one who invited me." 

She had wanted to say 'until my boyfriend arrives', but in the last second she had realized that this would be awkward if eighteen year old Alex would arrive. Suddenly she wondered if she really did consider him now as 'her boyfriend'. Somehow his firmness back at her own apartment might have played a role, as she vividly recalled him not asking her if they wanted to meet, but only where she wanted to meet with him, and that made her shudder with an ambivalent feeling. 

Now the guard looked uncomfortable, too: "I am sorry, but I have directions to follow. Nobody is allowed to wait inside. No loitering of whores..."

Victoria did not believe her ears. This could not be true. She was aghast. Nobody had ever humiliated her as much as this chap did. She huffed and made her back all straight: "I am going to leave immediately!" 

In that very moment the adjacent door opened and she perceived Alex and a young, pregnant woman arriving in the entrance hall. She froze in her place, as the young woman had taken the left arm of Alex in a possessive way. For a moment, she blanched and felt empty, as if all purpose and will had been taken from her. Alex had betrayed her. He did have a lover closer to his age - and she was apparently pregnant by him. She gasped for air as she could not imagine how he could have done that to her.

"Vicky, you are already here!" she did hear Alex shout out. 

"Goodness, you are older than me!!" she heard the pregnant woman exclaim a second after Alex had hailed her.

"What the fuck is going on here?" the guard had apparently not expected all this.

Neither did she herself. Victoria closed her eyes and prayed that she would not faint. Why for heaven's sake had Alex been asking for the company of his mom, when he wanted to meet her??

To be continued.



The New Teacher Ch. 08



Vicky has promised Alex to meet him in the apartment in that seedy street. To her shock he came with his mom in tow.

ALL THREE ARE IN THE APARTMENT

"I am Natasha Aronski. Shall we talk upstairs in the apartment, Mrs.???", her smile was polite but cold as she glanced to the security guard and to herself. 

"Officer, Mrs. Mueller is our guest.", chimed Alexander in as he looked to the guy at the reception desk as well, who reluctantly nodded. 

Vicky's head still felt dizzy. Of all the people, why did he have to come with his mom? What kind of meeting was that supposed to be? However, she agreed to get into the elevator going up to the apartment. 

Inside the elevator an awkward silence reigned. Nobody did dare to talk. Vicky felt speechless. His mom was delicately boned and quite beautiful. The pictures she had seen on that first day in school did not quite catch the fairness of the skin of that young woman. However, she seemed to be a tough one. Perhaps that was necessary when having five kids and a sixth one under way. 

As the elevator stopped, his mom led the way to the apartment and opened the door to the small entrance hall. She walked directly into the small pantry kitchen and got a bottle of water out of the fridge and three glasses out of the cupboard. She filled all of them silently and offered them to all, as she gestured to take a seat at the wooden kitchen table, which had just three chairs. Alex got the one at the head side.

"My son did call you Vicky and Mrs. Mueller. So I would assume that you are married, Mrs. Victoria Mueller, right?" Her face did show that she would ask her son that anyhow and that her son had yet not told her about her. She could not very well lie in the face of Alex, especially not after his attack of jealousy.

"I am in divorce, but legally I am still married, correct. Almost all is signed for making the divorce legal." She did know that for sure his mom would pick on that and she was right.

"And while being married you frolick around with my son. Do you know that it is the first time for him?" 

Alex groaned and grumbled, while he shifted on his chair uneasily: "Mom, PLEASE!!!"

Victoria tried to remain calm, even while she knew that her face colored quite a bit. "I did appreciate Alex for being so nice and gentle." 

That calm answer did agitate his mom quite a bit: "You are abusing my son. You are just hungering for some young cock! I am pretty sure that you did ride him, while he had to obey you and you put a condom on him." Her voice became accusing: "It had been his first time, and for you it was just routine, I guess."

Vicky gulped nervously, as her guess had not been that far from what actually happened. However, she did color those events in an unfavorable light. It did take all her experience and nerve to stay relatively calm in view of that open attack. She did not try to counterattack at all, but she tried to emphasize how she felt and what her situation was. She could also see the impact of Natasha's statements on Alex. She felt uneasy.

"Perhaps Alex did not tell you, but he had protected me from a nasty attack from a disgusting guy, so I did owe him something. In short sequence I had been cheated by my former husband and attacked by a nasty guy, while your son had acted as white knight, so I did see him as being special."

Suddenly his mom turned to him, and Vicky felt her breath stop as she heard the question. How could Natasha dare to ask such a question from him?

"Alex, did she ever do anything else than put a condom on you and ride you? Did she ever let you take her? Did she ever let you undress her? Has she undressed you completely while she was still clothed? Has she ever treated you like the man in control?"

"Well, not...." Alex hesitated and looked embarrassed, as if he had never thought about it. 

Vicky was aghast, as he let his mom inquire about all intimate details of their encounters without even trying to stop her. 

Then he frowned and reacted finally but belated to protect their intimacy: "Look, mom – this is none of your business! And she is not controlling me!"

Natasha snorted derisively. "All that I have heard so far is just proving the opposite. But you are so young, Alex, that you can't see what a cunning bitch she is. And don't assume that she is having sex only with you. I am not blind, I have seen her wearing a garter belt to come to this street, perhaps she is even a regular hooker here."

That was too much. In an instant Vicky rose from the chair and hissed out: "At least I don't let a fat guy put a baby in my belly, who has not even finished sixth grade."

Vicky perceived how Alex shifted uncomfortably on his chair. Evidently his loyalties were divided at best; maybe he was even so devoted to his mom that he abandoned her simply, just like her ex had. She was soo disappointed.

Natasha retorted hotly: "No, I am pretty sure that you have never even had the idea that you could give a man the ultimate proof of love, to carry his child under your heart! Hell, I am even sure that you never ever risked to become pregnant at all."

Vicky felt tears in her eyes, as immediately she was reminded about the utter humiliation that her ex had wanted to have a baby with this slut Yvette, while he had always refused to consider kids with her and insisted on birth control.

Without a word she turned around, exited the kitchen and slammed the door. This meeting had been a total and complete disaster. She felt like crying. She headed for the exit door of the apartment, and closed it from the outside. Only then did she hear some muffled arguments coming from the kitchen. Now she felt safe to give in to her emotions and tears were running down her face, as she silently sobbed. 

She hurried down the stairs to the courtyard and exited the property quickly, without even thinking about the bike. Her face must have been looking awful, as none of the lusty men in the street did even dare to speak a single word to her. She crossed the four lane street, as the traffic light just switched from green to red for her. She did not care as the cars honked angrily. She vanished in the park as the darkness of the evening started to increase.

After what seemed like half an hour she had calmed down enough to think about hailing a cab in order to go home to her own apartment. 

THE DISPUTE

Alex had been stunned, as the situation had derailed so suddenly. He had never expected that his mom would ever become that vicious in her wording. With Nikolai she had always been meek and obedient. At the same time he had never expected from Vicky to react in such an uncontrolled way. She had insulted his mom in a way he still could not understand. True, his mom had started with that insult of a 'cunning bitch', but that Vicky had reacted to the last argument from his mom by just storming out of the apartment had taken him by surprise. 

"Alex, now you see what an unreliable woman she is. She has probably tried to use lingerie on you to twist you around her fingers. Perhaps her lover had bought her that." She smirked, as she thought apparently that she had succeeded in turning him away from her.

He looked at her with a deepening frown on his front: "I did choose that one with her in a shop– and she bought it for me. And I had hoped she would wear it for today."

His mom looked astounded, as he stated that thoughtfully. He did try to make up his mind about all those arguments. He had been hurt hearing from Vicky that she thought his mom was stupid enough to let a primitive guy make her pregnant. It did hurt even more as somehow he was sharing partly that opinion. A diffuse anger about the two of them started to rise in him. Both of them had only thought about their dispute, not really about him. 

He looked at his mom: "I am sorry that she did insult you, but you should not have called her a hooker. In fact she did defend me and you, when my pictures of you fell out of my book. My classmates started to slander both of us. You should have heard her, as she compassionately defended single moms and shamed all of them. She is anything but a hooker! Most of all I am angry that you did not ask at all what I wanted. You just wanted to attack her verbally in order to show me how bad she is. You even had the nerve to ask me intimate questions! Did I ever ask you how Niko is fucking you??!" 

He observed the changing emotions on her face during his speech. They went from astonishment to a quick phase of shame and followed by anger. Her expression changed to a poker face, as she remarked him watching her.

"So she is your teacher, Alex?" Her voice sounded strangely neutral, as if she would force herself to hide her emotions. 

Suddenly he had enough of it all. This afternoon and the ensuing evening had turned out so different than he had imagined. First the Head Mistress had disturbed him with her sudden appearance. Then his mom had interfered with her annoying insistence to accompany him to the apartment. 

"I am going to search Vicky – and you can go back to your precious Nikolaj."

He left abruptly while she shouted angrily: "You can't leave me here alone!"

BACK AGAIN IN THE APARTMENT

Just as she tried to locate in the steady stream of cars a taxi, she heard a voice calling her name. At first she started to turn automatically, but then she registered that it was the voice of Alex. She had no intention to talk to him and tried harder to identify a cab to hail.

"Victoria, we have to talk. I apologize for my mom, but she insisted to com – and I did not have the keys for the apartment. We need to talk, at least that you do owe me." 

Reluctantly she turned to him. He dismounted from his bike. She glared at him: "You let your mom insult me and you even let her ask you things which have been only between us. So don't tell me what I owe you." 

He looked at her with mixed emotions displayed on his face. "Look, I am sorry about what happened, but you had only a dispute with my mom. Not with me."

Vicky became agitated: "Nope – as you did let her act and talk like she wanted. You never disagreed with her calling me a bitch or a hooker. And..." She stopped and shrugged. She turned to the street again.

She heard how his breathing became louder – and he did not go away. Suddenly she was yanked up on the crossbar of his bike by his left arm: "You will come with me to the apartment n o w!" 

She struggled for some seconds, and then she stopped as the bike was already in motion. He whispered into her ear: "Don't make a scene. You may go after ten minutes, if you still find that we have nothing to talk."

Within not even a minute they were back in the courtyard. The security guard frowned but did not comment. They took the elevator again and entered the apartment. This time he opened the door to a study and asked her to take a seat on a lounge chair. The room was divided by a beige curtain.

"Once again, I am sorry about how my mom acted, but she did have a point as well. I would like to talk to you about that. Back in the forest, did you mean it when you agreed to let me spank you? That you wanted to show that I can trust you?"

Vicky looked suspiciously at him. Why did he ask that? Agreeing to let him apply a belt on her was certainly not a trivial thing to do. She nodded simply: "You may imagine that agreeing to that belt has not been an easy decision, so yes, I did mean it."

"If you did mean it, then you do still owe me one. As you will remember, you did promise to accept three, but I could only deliver three." 

Vicky snorted somewhat disgusted: "Is that the important talk you wanted to have?"

"Maybe you can't imagine that, but keeping promises is very important for me. After that I will keep my part of the promise and I will forgive you instantly for not telling me about meeting your husband, Vicky. After that we may talk about the rest."

She realized that his jealousy had not vanished. That was annoying but also a sign that he did care for her. He did open the curtain and unveiled in this way several unusual pieces of furniture. He designated a piece as spanking bench with leg rests, arms rests and a support for the body to be used for that 'exercise', as he called it. He asked her again if her promise had been meant in earnest. She rolled her eyes, as she found all that effort out of proportion for just one slap with the belt, but she could not very well go back beyond her promise, so she nodded simply and hoped that it would all be over in a minute or two.

Resigned to keep her promise she climbed onto that spanking bench with her knees on the two separate leg rests. Then she leaned forward onto the body support and put her arms onto the arm rests. Of course she felt a bit silly, as this position was rather embarrassing, but she felt determined to get through with it. She shrieked out aloud, as suddenly hidden cuffs sprang into action and fastened her hands, feet and knees to the device.

"What is this?? Alex, get me unlocked, please!" It was a slight panic, which rushed through her veins.

"Well, Vicky, that is exactly what I wanted to happen. This way you will have to listen to me. You can't storm out of the apartment, like you did before."

She looked at him with some alarm in her eyes. To have to listen sounded like he would like to tell her things she would not like to hear. 

"Look, Vicky, some of the remarks of my mom made me think. No, I don't talk about her insults labelling you as bitch or hooker, for those I do apologize again."

"Why can't you talk to me in the kitchen or in the lounge chair, Alex?" She was puzzled. Apparently he did not follow the lunatic reasoning of his mom, but that could not be all. 

"Because...Well, I realized that you have been always in charge for sex so far. I would like to change that – and undress you. Then take you like a real man should."

Vicky frowned angrily, as this instantly reminded her about how his mom had inquired shamelessly about intimate details: "This is ridiculous! She did insult me and now you are kind of repeating her words. Is this your way of showing trust? You wanted to meet with me, but you came with your mom. Do you think this is the way a true lover would act?"

"Now you are getting angry – and you might storm away again, but now you can't. You will have to listen. Back in the forest I did realize how much I enjoy to be in control – and I think you did enjoy at least a good part of that, too."

Vicky opened her mouth and shut it again. Protesting instinctively would not help her a lot, and she knew that he knew that partly he had been right. "I did promise to let you spank me – and I know that I owe you that one slap with your belt. And I accept that." 

"I know that, too. But Vicky, to have you under my control does arouse me and I know that I would like to take you according to my ideas. Not you guiding me and making me do things, but you accepting what I am going to do to you." 

Vicky felt surprised. Alex talked with a voice that made his arousal evident. That was not without any effect on her, but she could not give up even more control. It had already been dangerous to 'play' in the forest, as the appearance of Mrs. Hunter had shown. 

"Alex, please, be reasonable! This will make the situation at school even more difficult. I know that you will be tempted to use control at school sooner or later." 

As he smiled, she knew that she had used somehow the wrong argument. It made her heartbeat increase. This was not going at all in a direction she liked. 

"Did I hear that you would be only against that kind of control, if I would use it at school, dear Vicky?"

She had to react quickly: "Alex, you said that I could leave after ten minutes. Please let me go now." 

She hated his lazy and satisfied smile as he retorted simply: "I did say that you may go after ten minutes, if you still find that we have nothing to talk. However, we do talk a lot, don't we?"

He came closer and put his right hand under her skirt, exploring her open thighs in that position enforced by the spanking bench and finally touching the gusset of her panties. "My, my – it looks like that talk is even quite exciting for you, dear Vicky."

In that very moment she hated his guts. She could not deny that her panties were wet, but she hated that he stated that out aloud with that smirk on his face. She did not know what to say, but she felt embarrassed and at a loss for words as he continued.

"You did enjoy to see me becoming excited and you did play with me, but now you want to claim that you would not accept that I play with you?" He gave her a soft slap on her bottom, as if to underline his words.

She gulped nervously. She did not have any means to regain control of the situation, except for begging him to let her go. To be his victim turned her on as well, but she knew that she would probably regret it a lot to give in. However, from his words it was clear that he would not give in. Her best option was to let feasibility influence him.

"I don't have condoms with me and I doubt that you will. So we will have to forget that here in this apartment." She tried to make her voice sound as practical as possible. 

She suppressed her smile as she perceived him to frown and seeing his face turn into a disappointed mood. For a moment he was truly lost, then he seemed to remember something.

"I do remember my aunt Olga saying that anal is the condom for the poor."

Vicky was actually more than shocked. At least he was decent enough to blush. She had not imagined that he would even know about it or ponder it. She blurted out: "I've never done that –and ...." She shuddered.

"Never? Not even with your husband all those years?"

"No!", she claimed rigorously. This to make it clear to him that this was a no - no.

She was alarmed again, as she discovered a smile developing on his face. What the heck was going on in his mind?

"So, this would be a first for you, Vicky?" His smile widened.

In a flash she grasped what his idea was and blushed furiously. It had been a first for him, when she had 'made him a man'. Now he wanted her to experience a premiere for her by him. She felt almost like fainting.



To be continued



The New Teacher Ch. 09



Vicky has agreed to return with Alex to the apartment for a talk, but she gets more than just a talk. 

THE IDEA

Alex congratulated himself to the idea to have her use the spanking bench. Her surprised outcry as she had discovered that she was bound on it by the automatic cuffs had been music in his ears. 

He knew that this was a gamble with high stakes, but after the nasty dispute between his mom and Vicky he had to act to make her listen to his side. When she had stormed out of the apartment, he had known that she had second thoughts about staying with him. Being nervous about the Head Mistress and his mom was too much for her, he guessed. Either he would get her back under his control or she would stop meeting with him.

Either way, at the moment it was a pleasure to watch her in this position. The leg rests made her spread her legs enough to have her knees separated by more than an arm's length. The grey skirt was nice and tight over her behind and the fabric strained on her upper thighs, then it flared out with the pleats in the lower level of the skirt. In this position it ended more than a hand above her knees. 

The best was that she had to listen to him. He could sense and see how some of his words made her nervous while others seemed to arouse her. He knew for sure that him spanking her could turn her on. Somehow some of the words of his mom about sex had stayed in his mind and he cherished the idea to do something with her that she had never done before. Anal seemed to be such an activity, but he himself was not sure whether that was a good idea. However, doing something that she had never done with her ex was definitely a wonderful idea.

For the moment he tried to find out what her last proposal meant. Buying condoms meant that she had at least accepted that he would take her soon. However, it meant also that he would accept her proposal, and thus accept her lead again. 

"Vicky that is not an idea I can accept. Forget to hope that I release you from the spanking bench before I am done. And I will not leave you alone and bound in this place, either. So you do have only two choices. Either you accept the risk of doing it without condom - I will try to pull out in time – or you accept the condom for the poor." 

He saw her eyes widen and her face blush, as she was given that choice, but she was apparently speechless. She turned her head away, unable or unwilling to face his eyes. It was very clear that this choice had her desperately searching for an alternative answer. He had means to motivate her to answer. He stepped closer and pulled her skirt up, so that he could flip the bottom part over. Now her thighs were no longer covered by the skirt and the white garters attached to the stockings were visible. He slapped her upper thighs slightly. 

"Answer me, Vicky or I will continue." He let it open, what he meant with continuing.

She had a somewhat thick voice as she replied "This is not an acceptable choice."

Quickly he retorted with a vibrant voice: "This is not an acceptable answer."

Instants later he chose to act in such a way that she would get the message about having to decide. Quickly he opened the back zip of her skirt and was now able to raise her skirt entirely high up on her hips. He enjoyed the sight of the brilliant white satin panties stretching taught over her fleshy globes, the small red roses on the fabric matched in color the diminishing reminder of the belt imprint. Almost he regretted to have to pull down the panties as far as possible down the thighs, just to where they were being stopped by the garters. But as he viewed the fading echo of the bands over her ass, where his belt hat hit her, his excitement was growing, as his cock did. Then his eyes got attracted by her puffy labia. He swallowed in lustful anticipation.

THE SUBMISSION

She had tried frantically to chase her brain for a better solution than that dreadful alternative. All her thoughts had not yet delivered a solution, but the explanation for his behaviour became clearer in her mind. His mom had implied that he was not a real man, and the typical reaction of that young man was to try demonstrating his macho side. She cursed herself for having that insight too late. If she would have just told him that she did not have condoms with her and let him propose to get some, all would be relatively well by now. In hindsight she knew that giving in earlier would have been way easier on her. She should have known that he would be feeling insecure after the wording from his mom and that he tried now to overcompensate. She had that kind of behaviour often in class by the male students. However, that did not help her right now. She only had the last resort solution to offer him her mouth, while she dreaded that without the use of her own hands, but it was better than the other two alternatives. She looked into his eyes.

"Dear Alex, would you like to use my mouth instead of risking to make me pregnant?" 

"Do you mean that in earnest?" She saw his eyes light up and nodded quickly hoping that she had diverted his attention from his other ideas.

He frowned suddenly: "Did you ever use oral on your ex?" 

Hell, she had forgotten that this was his other focus point and felt her face drop. She saw already in his eyes that he recognized her glitch. She did not need to answer.

"It does not change the choice you have to make. That would not be a first. Getting a man to plough your backdoor is a first for you, as you admitted yourself. Knowingly risking to become pregnant is a first for you as well. Of that I am sure after your reaction. It is definitely an enticing thought, to think to make you carry my child under your heart!"

For a moment she was absolutely speechless. To hear him voice that out aloud gave her the shivers, it sounded as if he meant it. Or was he pulling her leg? Not a week ago he was a sweet boy grateful for the attention lavished on him. She was baffled.

"You are not serious, are you? You can't be serious." 

"I am serious!" 

"Ouchie!" she yelped as suddenly his hand landed firm on her bared bottom. She was shocked as two other swats followed quickly and her backside started to burn. 

"What if I promise that you can have me in my own car, and there are condoms?" She had to try every avenue, even though she knew the answer already, she thought. 

"Ouch!!" she cried out as his hand had been swinging out wide and landed hard with a thumping 'bang' on her exposed bottom and made it vibrate vividly. She was groaning and biting her lips as four other resounding whacks ensued slowly and her backside started to heat up instantly. 

He growled: "Five times you evaded to make a choice. Do you think I am a fool to let you get away with defying me again? It is very simple, if you don't choose I will take you both ways!" With that he opened his pants, let them fall to the ground and stepped out of them. He paced forward. His rigid penis stood upright in his boxer shorts like a drawn sword. She felt herself blush deeply. Yes, it did excite her to see that. Yes, it was a turn-on to know that she was helpless to be ravished by him. And she had to admit that being spanked made her becoming wet. 

Yet, all her excitement could not make her forget the facts. Her conscious mind refused the risk of pregnancy for good reason and the dirty alternative was something she had always avoided for good reasons, as well.

She had been a fool going up again into the apartment. And then she had been an even bigger fool trying to argument with him, once she had been helplessly cuffed on the spanking bench. All the arguments had been in vain. She should have agreed on the spot after he had stated wanting to undress and claim her. After the dispute with his mom he had been hell-bent to demonstrate to all that he was the man in charge. Ironically he did the same now as what he despised about the actions of his mom's partner.

So she had to give in and whispered: "Okay for the condom of the poor."

He smirked slightly and slapped her poor behind again, but less viciously: "I did not quite understand. Your voice has been so small – and the wording not so clear for a supposedly first time."

She was tempted to glare at him and tell him what he would face tomorrow in school, but she reined her temper in. She knew that all her arguments before had only worsened the situation instead of improving it, so she resigned herself to endure it. Hence she repeated in a docile voice: 

"You may take my backdoor for the first time."

Saying that out aloud sent a shiver over her entire body and it added to the rush as he said "Good girl!" and caressed her backside briefly. Being that docile fuelled her arousal and she felt her juices flooding her. It was paradox in a way, as she knew at the same time that she would never agree on her own to that dirty thing.

She looked at him wanting to see the affection for her, but in his eyes she could only perceive pure lust and the adrenaline kick of the power he must be feeling. As he pulled his boxer shorts down, she could not suppress a surprised 'oh'. The situation had aroused him to a degree she had never seen on him before. She felt a sting of fear. There was no way that this thing could fit in her virgin backdoor. The head was crimson red and swollen. On top of that he was not in the mood for preparation. 

He stepped forward to her and in the next second she could feel his rock hard rod pressing against her tight opening. She could no longer see anything except his face and upper body down to the navel, but she did sense the increasing pressure and it started to hurt. She didn't know a lot about anal, but that much she knew: Without lubrication it would not work. Should she dare to tell him to look in the apartment or go into a shop in that street? Her indecision was chased away in the next moment. He did push, and the excruciating pain made her scream out in terror, while he groaned in frustration. 

"Alex, please – you are going to tear me apart without lubrication. Pretty please, find some in a shop or wherever in the apartment. You don't want me to become injured, do you?"

He looked suspiciously at her, but she must have looked so sincerely that he believed her. Suddenly he grinned "I have found an abundant source of lubrication."

In the next moment she cried softly out, as with a hard push his rigid staff was introduced to the hilt inside her slit. "Noooo..."

It did feel wonderful, but she knew only too well how quick with his release he could be. She panicked "Please Alex....not that..."

He started to move and she could not help but moan in delight. She knew it was wrong, as it would only entice him to stay, but she could not help it. It was heaven and it was hell. She could only whimper helplessly: "Please don't come..." 

She felt him holding her hips and she felt him deep inside her. Her body craved that feeling. To be taken from behind was intense, that delicious friction sent waves through her body. It made her chant her excitement, while at the same time she feared that he would loose control. She did fear to become pregnant, while her body cried for release. Her thoughts became incoherent, as she felt a climax slowly approaching. She felt his penis twist, and him groan, but suddenly he pulled out and she felt liquid jets landing on her backside. Her climax subsided to a small one. He was still breathing heavily and she worried if he had pulled out in time. 

However, she did not have time to worry, as suddenly he started to spank her again. He did continue, while he grumbled: 

"You said you agreed and you said to need lube. Then I don't want to hear neither 'No' nor 'don't'. Do... you ...get...me?"

Each word he punctuated with a slap. The individual ones were not hard, but it was a continuous rain of wallops and she had to grit her teeth. As he stopped she looked back. She did not believe her eyes. Again his shaft did look as if would contain a steel spring inside it. 

"Now it should work with all the lubrication...." He beamed in uninhibited lust. 

"But...." She was speechless. It was not over?

THE EXECUTION OF HIS IDEA STARTS

Alex felt like a god. It had been pure bliss to hear her whimper and moan, while his cock worked inside her. And there had been no doubt - she had been as ready for him as only possible. She had been so sopping wet that his dick had been gliding into her with a perfect motion. He had enjoyed immensely to feel his legs pressed against her naked ass, feeling the garter belt and her silken stockings. Initially he had thought to pull out after his cock had been coated with her juices, but her pussy had been gripping his prick so deliciously that he had not been able to resist that invitation. To plough her cunt had been pure thrill. He had made her moan and tremble. 

As he had felt that his spurting started he had reluctantly pulled out. He had promised to do so, so he kept his promise. He felt perfect in control, as he made it clear that she could not object when he did find lubrication as she had requested. If he was honest with himself, it had been more the pleasure to see and feel her wobbling ass cheeks under his hands.

He started to rub the tip of his dick in the valley between her globes. Playfully he pulled the garter strings and let them spring back to her thighs and backside. This was even more fun than when she had introduced him to sex. 

"Are you ready, Vicky?" He did hear only a sigh, but took that as agreement.

It was perfect, as the tip of his cock still oozed some drops. He directed the tip towards that puckered hole and applied some pressure. Then he tore her cheeks apart. It was an enticing sight to witness how the very tip slowly widened the darker colored rosette of her asshole. He heard her groan and smiled as he remembered that this was a first for her. An absolute first, nobody, not even her ex had ever taken her this way, but he would. He felt his cock increase in size as this intoxicating thought crossed his mind. He suppressed a laugh as the word virgin came to his mind. Slowly her butthole stretched around the intruding tip. 

SHE IS WORRIED

After she had heard him, she knew that it was useless to try to argue with him. She could feel his rigid column pressing against her tight opening. She could once again perceive the increasing pressure. However, this time it did feel also as if she had been using one of those wet wipes, those she used on travel. That thought immediately triggered unsavoury memories about some bathrooms. She wiped those thoughts away with some effort. 

She groaned as she felt the pressure increase and a sensation of a light stretching did occur. She gritted her teeth, but compared to his previous try it was quite manageable. She felt him apply more pressure and holding on to her hips in order to do so. She gulped nervously as she could sense him pushing against that muscular ring. The pressure did increase more and more and she felt pained and awkward at the same time. Somehow it reminded her about constipation – and she did not want to deepen that thought.

Suddenly it felt as if something gave way and she screamed out loud. It was weird and painful, her anus being stretched suddenly much more. For once Alex did listen and stopped any move. He held it there for a minute, waiting patiently for her to adjust, even caressed her hips soothingly with soft murmurings. 

"Shit, you're tight," he breathed heavily, as she heard him say that.

After a moment, he began pulling out a tiny bit then he pushed more of his shaft in. This time he got deeper. Slowly she adjusted to him. Again, he pulled out, and pressed firmly but gradually. He was almost halfway in now.

"Are you okay now?" He inquired as she breathed in a labored way. 

"It still does hurt." She was honest and did not hide it. 

"When I am all in, I will tell you." No mentioning that he would stop. She had hoped against hope that he would stop. The deeper he ventured the more she became afraid of unsavoury thoughts.

He pressed a bit more slowly then suddenly he pulled all the way out. It was an eerie feeling to have that sudden emptiness. Then he pushed again and to my surprise his steel rod did slip smoothly back in without the initial hurt. It was amazing, she had never been impaled anally by anything, except a thermometer, but certainly not such a thick rod. This time he pressed further and his thick cock was buried to the hilt inside her butthole. It was almost as if it would kiss her navel.

"I feel so full, it is disturbing me." She whispered to him.

He nodded: "In a moment I will be all in. Then I will start. What did you agree to?" 

She knew what he wanted to hear: "You taking my backdoor." 

He suddenly grabbed her hair and made her look back to him, looking at her long: 

"I am going to fuck your ass until we both orgasm, or until you are raw." His voice was wild and lustful. Her breathing stopped, and she did not know what to say. 

He began to move. Slowly at first, then he started to get into a steady rhythm. After what seemed some minutes I felt slowly my own excitement starting. He seemed to sense that. Suddenly he broke his cadence and pushed all the way in. His fingers found her clit, rubbed it and then cupped her femininity. It was heaven and a slowly coming and going orgasm washed over her. She felt her anus clenching around his stiff pole. She felt her muscular ring widening again then clamping down again on his hardness. He slowed down a bit and caressed her neck. Then he restarted.

"I want to come inside your ass. I want to fill you. I want to fuck you raw. And you did promise to let me take your butt." 

The wild lust in his voice made her afraid and proud at the same time. True, she did promise. She gulped nervously as his speed increased and she felt the friction to become uncomfortable. Slowly it started to burn. After some time she felt like she was going to pass out soon, but she was true to her word. Finally she tried on purpose to clench her anus to help accelerate things. 

"Oh my god, yesss." He exclaimed wildly. In a weird way she was pleased, as she felt him tremble and find his release. It did take almost a minute until he recovered completely. She felt suddenly empty as he pulled his maleness out of her. 

"Ohhh.... I have to go to the bathroom and clean."

Within a second he was away. She had to wait, as her cuffs still held her in place. Goodness, he did take his time! Slowly that bent-over position became more and more uncomfortable. Especially as she sensed how swollen her back entrance was. The normally small orifice felt like it had at least doubled in size and it did sting a lot in and out. On top of that it did leak from there. She could feel the liquid ooze out and slowly making its way down. Even starting to infiltrate her stockings. She felt awkward.

Finally he came back and released her with a rueful smile, as he did look at her stockings and her backside. "Maybe you would like to clean yourself as well."

Quickly she adjusted her clothing. Every step in her black pumps was painful. Her dark channel had been ploughed so intensely that she had to sway from hip to hip to alleviate the pain. A dignified walk was something else. Tears of shame entered her eyes as she imagined how to get back home. The leakage continued now into her panties. 

She closed her eyes in shame as she inspected in the bathroom her panties and her stockings. She hesitated to clean them, but she had no choice. It worried her to find some small blood spots in her panties as well

As she re-emerged from the bathroom and walked painfully slow to the exit, Alex looked apologetic. She had no energy left and her face must have shown that she did not want any discussion at all. 

"I am calling a taxi and I will accompany you to it." 




The New Teacher Ch. 09



She nodded only. She was only happy that it was Friday. She wanted to sleep for eternities.

To be continued