NIS: Mrs. Trotter - Chapter Two
The sound of muzak filled the school and I hadn't figured out exactly why. When I'd asked, Mr. Steinway had shrugged and said something about it relaxing the students. I had to admit that it was soothing; the barely heard strains of familiar melodies had become invisible to my ears after my first few days at the school. The only reason I noticed the music now was because I felt so completely naked that all of my senses seemed heightened to ridiculous extremes. I paused at the drinking fountain for a long drink of cool water, but that only delayed the inevitable.
It took me a long moment to screw up enough courage to enter my own classroom. I could hear my unsupervised students through the closed door. They were loud and laughing, teasing each other and enjoying their momentary freedom. Twenty-six teenagers, boys and girls, were about to see something even my own husband hadn't – my naked body. I closed my eyes and told myself not to cry. Everyone is born naked, I thought, there's no shame in the human form…But I felt it anyway and as my fingers touched the doorknob, I almost ran away.
Flight or fight time had arrived and I had no choice.
"Good morning!" I said loudly, walking into the room as if I were anything but naked. "Sorry I'm late…Seats please…"
I clapped my hands and the sound seemed to echo through the small classroom. It had become utterly silent as my tenth grade students stared at me. They were frozen for a long moment as I walked to my desk and suddenly remembered I'd left my shoulder bag with all their graded papers behind.
"Stanley?" I fixed my blue eyes on a rather handsome young man who liked being his teacher's pet. "Would you go to the office and get my book bag? I seem to have forgotten it."
"Y-Y-Yeah," he stammered even more than usual. "B-But you…you're…naked!"
"Mrs. Trotter's naked!" … "Oh man!" … "Check her out!" … "Jesus!"
The class erupted just as quickly as it had fallen silent, with all my kids announcing the obvious as much to themselves as each other, probably. They laughed and grinned, sharing only quick glances with their friends just to make sure they were all witnessing the same thing. I sat down behind my desk and hid my pussy at least, but I resisted the urge to slouch or cover my breasts. I sat upright with my shoulders back and my head held high, feeling the warmth not only on my face, but all over my body.
My humiliation became acute as I tried to regain control of the classroom. Most of the boys had stood up, some of them in the back were standing on their chairs to get a better view of my body. The girls giggled nervously as they were reminded that they too would eventually have to get naked in school. So would the boys, of course, but they couldn't seem to remember that little fact just then. They had other things on their horny minds.
"Look at her tits, dude!" … "She's hot!" … "Fuck!" … "Why is she naked?" … "Did you see her pussy?" … "Did you see her butt?"
"Quiet!" I yelled, standing up from my chair and shaking with nervous humiliation more than anger. "Sit down! Now!"
I'd never shouted at my students before and as soon as the words left my lips I realized what I'd done. Losing control like that only made me feel worse, but it worked. I blinked with surprise as my students closed their mouths and sat down quickly. They were probably as shocked at my outburst as me, I thought, and I might have congratulated myself if yelling at students was something to be proud of.
"Wow!" Kylie Watts giggled and rubbed her tummy through a yellow maternity dress.
She was another pregnant girl and just starting her third trimester. During my first week as a teacher, I'd tried talking to her about it, thinking Kylie might be frightened or embarrassed. I'd wanted to sympathize and assure the fifteen-year-old girl that I wasn't judging her, but to my surprise she'd pulled out a grainy black and white photo from a recent ultrasound and proudly pointed out her twins for me. I'd let it go after that and thankfully, Kylie was the only pregnant freshman I had to deal with…or so I'd thought.
"Stanley…" I said, pointing towards the door and he moved quickly to retrieve my things from the office. "Thank you. Don't run in the hallway."
"Oh!" He smiled at that and some of the tension seemed to leave the room as the other kids laughed at the oddity of it all. The normalcy of my words.
"Mrs. Trotter?" Carol stood up, making a face and she looked rather pale. "I gotta go to the bathroom!"
She didn't wait for my reply, but fairly ran out of the classroom to the amused grins and whispers of her classmates.
"Morning sickness," Kylie sighed with a knowing look. "It sucks."
I blinked at that news. Carol looked like an elfin princess to me, with her red hair and green eyes, and freckles scattered across her innocent face. She'd been naked in school three weeks before, the first freshman girl of the school year, and I remembered her small breasts had a smattering of freckles as well. She'd seemed so entirely shy and innocent and now she was pregnant?
Nobody else seemed surprised, but gossip tends to spread more quickly among the students, so…I decided to save that problem for later. I had my own issues to deal with.
"As you can see, uh…" I cleared my throat and refused to sit down again. "I'm naked in school this week and I'll expect you to, um…act like adults. Yes, Gina?"
"Why are you naked?" the girl asked with a giggle.
"I'm not sure," I said before I could stop myself and I held up my hands for quiet. "I mean, the school decided that teachers would, uh…participate and…set an example."
I took a ragged breath, feeling their eyes crawling over my skin. I had goosebumps and my knees wanted to wobble. My nipples burned for no good reason, pointing outward fat and stiff from the ripe globes of my breasts. My pussy felt more than merely warm as well and I felt a tingling between my thighs as my clitoris became engorged with excited blood. I wasn't sexually aroused, only filled with a confusion bordering on panic. Unfortunately, it seemed my body couldn't tell the difference and there was nothing I could do about it.
"Do you gotta…"
"Hands, please." I gave Jeremy a stern look.
"Sorry," he raised his hand and I nodded. "Um, do you gotta do all the stuff too, Mrs. Trotter?"
"The stuff?" I tilted my head and pulled some golden hair from my eyes. "What do you mean?"
"Like…Naked in School stuff," he said with a shrug. "Do you gotta obey the rules like the other girls?"
I'd rather hoped that question wouldn't come up. Being freshman and so early into the school year, this class had little experience with the NIS Program, but everyone had gotten the pamphlets. All of the students had been informed about the rights and responsibilities of everyone involved, including the naked students themselves.
It was interesting how the different grades reacted to the program. Seniors, having the most experience and after going through NIS themselves, were easily the most aggressive kids. The juniors slightly less so and the sophomores seemed more…experimental, I guess you could say. The freshman were largely innocent and content to watch and learn from the upperclassmen. From a safe, academic viewpoint, Naked in School offered a wealth of information about social development, but that did me precious little good and obviously I couldn't lie to my students.
They held their breath waiting for my answer and I nodded my head slowly.
"Yes, Jeremy," I told all of them. "I have to obey all the rules."
"Oh man!" … "Can we touch her?" … "Tell her to do something, dude!" … "You tell her!" … "She's making my dick hard!"
"Please? Gentleman? Settle down!" I warned the boys, holding up my hands and not quite realizing the show I was putting on as I walked around the front of the room.
As unbelievable as it may sound, I could actually forget that I wasn't dressed…at least for a few seconds at a time.
"I still have a class to teach," I reminded them. "And you're still my students. Open your books to page twenty-three…Ah, thank you, Stanley."
The boy had returned quickly with both my shoulder bag and my purse. I took them from his trembling fingers with a smile. He couldn't have noticed, however, as his eyes were fixed on my breasts. I didn't fail to notice the small tent Stanley's penis had pitched in his pants either. He seemed to be just as nervous as me and very self-conscious as his face grew pink. I needed to remember that I wasn't alone in this strange, new experience. All of my students were affected by my nakedness and not always in ways they were comfortable with. I felt a tad sympathetic for the boy as he took his seat and ignored the usual teasing he got for being the teacher's pet.
"Oh!" I gasped softly as I opened my own textbook to page twenty-three.
I'd prepared for the lesson over the weekend and then promptly forgotten about it that morning in the principal's office. Now I remembered, however, and the unexpected irony wasn't lost on my frayed nerves. This class, at least this portion of the semester, concerned itself with human reproduction. Sex Education, in other words, and we were starting chapter two on this particular Monday. We'd covered male anatomy over the previous few weeks and now it was time for...
"The Female Reproductive System," I said and in my personalized lesson plan I'd made a note to write the chapter title on the whiteboard.
I ignored the whispers and giggles, taking a deep breath and steeling myself against further shame as I picked up a red marker. I had to turn, giving my students a wonderful view of my ass, and reach above my head to pen the words in large, neat letters. My blood seemed to boil and the temperature in the classroom must have risen ten degrees within those few seconds. They were talking behind my back and I tried to ignore the juvenile comments as best I could.
"You think Mrs. Trotter has ever been fucked up the butt?" a boy wondered, earning nervous giggles from the girls.
"Beats me, dude, but I'd fuck her anywhere," someone replied loudly and I almost turned around then, ready to loose my humiliation with a burst of anger, but I couldn't.
Instead, I turned only slowly and with my eyes down until I realized that a submissive posture was the last thing the situation required. If I could maintain control of the class, if I could keep the students in their place, everything would be fine. That's what I told myself and I believed that because I had to. The alternative would be unthinkable. Surrendering my authority to a group of fifteen-year-old kids, yielding to their personal curiosity and eventual attempts to satisfy it…No. I couldn't let that happen.
"The proper term is anal sex," I told the class as a whole. "And no, I've never tried it...I also don't like foul language in my classroom. Anyone using that word again will be visiting Principal Steinway to explain why. Understand?"
My students replied with a dutiful chorus of, "Yes, Mrs. Trotter."
Having wasted too much time already, I found it easy to keep them busy taking notes and reading along as I taught the lesson. I spoke quickly and kept my voice loud, my eyes on theirs as I tried to keep their attention on the material and not on my body. The bad news was that the lesson focused on female anatomy. It served as the introduction to the biology of female reproduction and the chapter started with the basics.
"…and we call the external genital organs the vulva," I said, writing the word on the white board. "Now, exactly what genital organs are we talking about? Hands?"
The answers were right in front of them, of course, and most of my students' hands went up quickly.
"Hannah?" I pointed at the strawberry blonde with my marker.
"The clitty!" she said with a grin.
"We call that a clitoris in here," I told her. "Good. What else? Brandon? Give us another one."
"Um…What's a clitoris, Mrs. Trotter?" the boy asked, ignoring some laughter from his friends.
"We'll talk about it in detail later," I told him. "For now, let's…"
"I mean…" He frowned at his textbook. "What's it supposed to be? I can't even tell where it is in the picture."
"Yeah," Jeremy chimed in. "Where's the clitty thing at?"
"Uhhh…" I glanced at the drawing in my book and tried not to frown. The illustration was very general, as it had to be, and showed little beyond the outline of a female body with lines and arrows and labels. There were no details and it probably wasn't very helpful to young boys like Brandon.
"Can you show us, Mrs. Trotter?" Erica asked me and I wouldn't have expected that from her. One of the boys maybe, but not from one of my female students.
"Yeah," Jeremy said with a nod. "Can we look at you, since you're, um…you know…naked anyway?"
"I, uh…" I swallowed hard as I found myself between a rock and a hard place.
The last thing I wanted to do would be to expose myself anymore than I already was. They could see my pussy, true, but from a safe distance and I kept myself moving as much as possible. They couldn't really see any details, I thought, and I'd become barely comfortable with that situation. No part of me wanted to sit still and let several dozen teenagers examine my sex in detail and I knew that's precisely what the boy was suggesting.
On the other hand, this sort of situation was exactly suited to the Naked in School Program and I had another note in my lesson plan: 'Use a naked girl to demonstrate if possible!' If Erica had been naked in school this week, I wouldn't have hesitated to invite her classmates to take a much closer look at her female anatomy. If she'd protested, as I'm sure she would have, I'd have threatened her with detention or even being bound helpless in the collar. Students active in the NIS Program simply had to participate in classroom activities in every possible way.
But what did that mean for me? Why wasn't I spreading my legs and inviting the class to take a good look while I pointed out my clitoris and labia and everything else? I felt like a hypocrite, believe me, and yet…I couldn't do that! How would I ever explain it to my husband? How could I face myself in the mirror knowing I'd deliberate exposed my most private place to a roomful of kids? I could imagine sitting in parent-teacher conferences, discussing grades with the mothers and fathers of teenage boys who had explored my pussy.
Would they know? Some of the parents would, I was sure; they'd ask little Jack or Jill, "What did you learn in school today?"
And my students would reply, "Mrs. Trotter showed us her clitoris!"
"Um…Mrs. Trotter?" Brandon's soft voice grabbed my attention and I realized I'd been daydreaming. Or having a nightmare, more like.
How could I not do it? I had an obligation to be the best teacher I could be. I'd agreed to support the school and the curriculum, its policies and programs. I'd promised the community, the students, and myself to serve and protect the children under my care to the best of my ability. That meant educating them. If I demonstrated shame, that's what they would learn. Like prejudice or simply bad manners, kids learn from what they see in adults and I wasn't ashamed of my body, was I? I just didn't want anyone to see it so completely, that's all. I'd made a choice about my body, a constantly evolving choice as I grew older, and I could take that choice away from my students if I taught them to fear their sexuality.
Christ! I prayed for divine deliverance from my indecision. Give us a fire drill…Please?
"Very well," I decided, closing my eyes as I breathed the words and very much hoping I knew what I was doing. "Randy…Wayne…You two boys get my desk, the rest of you move your desks back a little. Make some room right here."
None of my students were quite sure what I had in mind, but it became clear soon enough. I had the first few rows of desks pushed back and my two helpers pushed my larger desk from the corner towards the center of the room, beneath the white board and the large words I'd written to remind us all of today's topic.
"Now…" I swallowed hard and having cleared everything off my desk, sat down upon it facing the class. "Come closer and, uh…We'll discuss the vulva and the different parts of a, um…the female genitals."
The kids crowded around me, jostling and pushing each other for the best vantage point and I could hardly bear to look at them. My lungs didn't seem to work very well and I labored to take slow, deep breaths. My heart had been pounding all morning it seemed and placing myself deliberately at the center of attention wasn't helping. My hands shook and I held the edges of my desk tightly, only relaxing when I noticed my knuckles turning white.
I also noticed my wedding ring and the small, simple engagement ring beside it. Henry. What would he think of this? I had over two dozen high school freshman standing less than three feet away from me in a semi-circle, staring at my exposed sex…A part of me that my husband had never seen in his life. Somehow, I didn't think that being a teacher would be an excuse he'd appreciate. Henry was an accountant. He dealt with numbers and cold hard facts, and suffered no moral dilemma when it came to doing his job. Teaching, as many people fail to realize, isn't a black and white profession and the right choices are not always the best ones.
"You taller boys," I told them, "stand in the back. That's it…Like that."
"Man! I wish I was short!" Wayne said and despite his age, he stood nearly as tall as me.
Several of the boys were nicely developed for being only fifteen-years-old. Randy was another one and he licked his lips as I spread my thighs even wider, until he happened to glance at my face for some reason and his light brown eyes met mine. I looked away quickly, we both did, but I only found myself looking at another boy's face, and then another. They'd seen girls naked in school before, six of them over the previous thee weeks, but never a naked woman.
"Now…" I said with a hard swallow. "Let's, uh…Let's look at my, um…vulva."
I actually giggled and so did my students. They were nervous as well, I realized, staring at me as I leaned back on my arms. My breasts were thrust forward and I had my shoes on the edge of the desk. My knees were high and bent, spread about as far as they could comfortably be to make sure everyone had a good view between my thighs. The pale hollows near my pelvis were pronounced and seemed to make my vulva look even darker and fatter than it really was…not that I had a fat pussy!
Swollen, that's the word, and my normally pink labia had grown thick and ruddy. My nipples ached with a fire inside them, burning so hot that they felt cold and the sensation frustrated me more than anything else because I'd have dearly loved to pinch them. I'd become aroused, I thought dumbly, and I didn't know why or how my nervous excitement had turned into something sexual, but it had. I felt the sharp throbbing of my clitoris as that small nub of sensitive flesh stood stiffly at the top of my slit.
A shiver went up my spine and my tummy no longer suffered nervous cramps, but only the familiar tingling I felt when Henry kissed me. When I felt his mouth on mine and his hands exploring my body in the dark safety of our bedroom. I suddenly wished we were together. I wanted to have sex with my husband and I found it nearly impossible to sit still. My legs wanted to close around the warmth of my sex. I felt empty inside and needed to clasp something long and hard and feel the pressure of a man inside me.
I hadn't felt like that in a long time, not since I'd been a high school girl myself and making out with one of my boyfriends. This was different though. Nobody touched me, they were only looking. A dozen boys and fourteen girls, my students standing so close they could have reached out and stroked my flesh with their small hands. I could almost feel them and the sudden desire just to be touched frightened me. I had to push those thoughts away and I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before I interrupted their excited whispering.
"Linda…" I cleared my throat, speaking to the girl standing closest. "Would you, um…point out my clitoris for the rest of the class."
"Me?" She blinked as her pretty face instantly took on a rosy hue beneath her curling brown hair.
Linda had blossomed early and her well-developed body made her popular with the boys. She had rather large breasts for her age, nice round hips, and long legs. If any of the freshman girls had explored their bodies, and I'm certain most of them had, Linda would be one of them.
"Yes," I said softly, struggling to keep my voice steady. "Where's my clitoris?"
"Uh, right here," she replied, extending her arm and pointing at my clit. "It's kinda…big."
"Does it hurt?" Brandon wondered.
"What's it do?" Jeremy asked. "Do you go to the bathroom there?"
"Don't be stupid!" Angela snorted and all of the kids started talking at once.
"Mine doesn't look like that," a girl said and a few of the others seemed to agree with her.
"Mine does," Linda told us. "But only if I'm kinda…you know…"
"Kinda what?" Wayne asked her with a grin.
"Forget it," she sighed, but I knew what she'd meant and so did some of the other female students. A girl's clit only looks like that when she's aroused.
"Should flick it," Petra suggested. "Like this…"
And out of nowhere, the girl leaned closer and suddenly flicked my hard little clit with her finger.
"Ah!" I gasped as the unexpected pleasure seemed to explode between my legs. It almost hurt and I closed my thighs, clenching them together so quickly that I caught Petra's hand between them. The air had burst from my lungs and I blinked rapidly as I tried to draw another breath, feeling my pussy spasm and my tummy contract sharply.
"What happened?" a boy asked.
"I made her cum!" Petra laughed as she pulled her hand from between my legs. "God!"
"Mrs. Trotter's cumming!" Wendy said and I could barely understand a word they were saying as I tried to control myself.
"That's so wicked!" … "Look at her!" … "She's totally getting off on it!" … "What a slut!" … "Is she okay?" … "Open your legs again!"
All their voices ran together and beneath the obscene pleasure I felt, there lurked a real sense of shame. I was having an orgasm, a good one right in front of my students. They couldn't see my pussy as it grew wet with a flood of oily fluid, but the unmistakable scent of my arousal filled the air. I felt the juices spilling from between my labia and leaking down my butt to puddle on the desk beneath me. When I had a good cum, my pussy liked to get sloppy wet and even squirt sometimes. Female ejaculation and multiple orgasms were not uncommon for me and my feverish mind had just enough sense to know I didn't want to spend the last twenty minutes of class writhing helplessly on my desk.
"I gotta go!" I gasped, blinking at the grinning faces of my students, hearing their laughter and lewd comments assault my ears.
I pushed myself off the desk to stand on weak legs and I stumbled out of the classroom cupping my throbbing pussy with my hand. I was lucky I didn't break a heel or fall onto my butt as I made my way to the faculty lounge and the women's restroom inside. Nobody saw me, the halls were deserted, and I thanked God for that small favor.
My orgasm passed, but only slowly and I had glistening stains spreading along my thighs. Why had I cum like that? What was it that had gotten me so excited suddenly? I had no idea and I was afraid to question myself too closely. I locked the door behind me as the restroom wasn't a large one at all, but only big enough for a toilet and a sink. I sat down and closed my eyes, slumped against the cold wall behind me as I caught my breath. I'd cum in front of a bunch of kids. Petra had given my clitoris a flick of her finger, but it had felt like a kick from a mule. I didn't understand any of it and I couldn't bear the thought of facing them again.
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"June? Are you okay?" Ms. Rodriguez asked me from the other side of the bathroom door.
I didn't say anything. I'd been in there for half an hour probably, maybe more as the bells ending first period and starting the second had already rung. I had students waiting for me. The juniors were waiting for their own class, Arts and Crafts which was an elective and mostly filled with girls. The few boys who had signed up for the subject were only there for me, the prettiest teacher in the whole school district. The sexiest teacher in our small city, some people said, and I couldn't leave the bathroom.
The principal knocked a moment later. "Mrs. Trotter?"
"I'm okay," I said, hoping he'd just leave me alone.
I ran water in the sink just to make it sound like I was actually doing something, but I did little more than sip a half dozen swallows from my palm. I always seemed to be thirsty, especially when I felt nervous.
"Well…Good," he said with a muffled laugh. "I'm glad to hear it, but uh…June, I need you come out of there now."
"I can't," I said. "I'm, um…I'm busy."
"You've got a class to teach," he reminded me. "Your kids are waiting. Let's go…Unlock the door."
"June, it's okay," Ms. Rodriguez said. "You're just nervous, that's all. I understand."
"Marie?"
"Yeah, it's me," she agreed. "Can you unlock the door? Nobody's going to laugh at you."
They were speaking to me much as they would any other girl who'd locked herself in the bathroom. Just the week before one of the freshman, Becky, had locked herself in a stall and I'd had to do the same thing Ms. Rodriguez was doing…Talking her out of it. I'd told the girl that I understood what she'd been feeling, but I knew now that I'd been lying. I hadn't had a clue last week. I'd never been naked in front of a bunch of strangers. I'd never been touched like that, experienced an orgasm while sitting vulnerable and helpless for the amusement of my students.
"Yes they will!" I decided, sounding an awful lot like Becky. "Everybody saw me!"
"They're supposed to see you," Mr. Steinway said and I heard Ms. Rodriguez shush him.
"We understand," she promised. "Your students understand too. They're not going to tease you about it."
"Everybody cums, June!" the principal said. "Ow!"
"Shhhh!" Marie must have pinched him or something. "We all have to do it. I did it last year, so I know what you're going through."
"They told you?" I frowned at the door as it dawned on me what Mr. Steinway had said. "You know about my…my…orgasm?"
"It was just stress," she told me. "You know that. It's not your fault. It doesn't mean anything."
"Oh God!" I closed my eyes and shivered, knowing the whole school must have heard about the incident by then. That's what I decided to call it too – The Incident – as if I'd suffered some small, personal natural disaster.
"June?" Marie rapped lightly a minute later.
"Go away!" I said loudly. "Just leave me alone!"
"Okay," Mr. Steinway said. "I have a school to run and you have a class to teach."
"Wait…" Marie started saying, but he cut her off.
"Unlock it, Mr. Jenkins."
I heard the rattling of the janitor's keys and I felt my heart stammer with sudden fear and anger. I reached for the doorknob as if I could keep them out, but that was useless. The door opened and I saw Mr. Jenkins smiling at me, the old black man looking me up and down as I still sat on the toilet wearing only my shoes and a frown.
"Let's go," Mr. Steinway said, waving his arm and I knew I had no choice. The only other possibility was to resign…or get fired. Either way, there would be little point in trying to stay in the bathroom.
"You're going to be fine," Ms. Rodriguez whispered, giving me a friendly hug as I walked out of the bathroom and into the teacher's lounge.
That felt nice actually as I did find some small comfort in her sympathy. It's amazing how much a little thing like a hug can mean at a time like that and I hugged her back. I felt foolish and ashamed, of course, and angry at the principal for being so callous. But was he really? I had to realize he had his own responsibilities and one of them was to make sure his teachers were doing their jobs. What else could I expect from him? I'd been acting like a child and I probably deserved to be treated like one, but the collar still came as a surprise.
"W-What?" I squirmed in Marie's arms as Mr. Steinway put the collar around my neck. "Let me go!"
"Shhh…" she whispered. "It's for your own good, June."
"You know what happens to girls who break the rules." Mr. Steinway chuckled as he fixed the collar into place with the sort of small padlock you might see on a suitcase.
I could feel the leather cuffs falling over my shoulders, see them waiting for my wrists. I didn't try to fight or anything, I merely wanted to get away, but Ms. Rodriguez was stronger than she looked and the woman had surprised me. They both had and Mr. Steinway struggled with my right arm, but only briefly and with the help of Mr. Jenkins, soon had the cuff locked around my wrist.
"No! Stop! I'm sorry!" I cried out as they grabbed my left arm and bent my elbow.
"That's what they all say," the principal sighed.
"I'll be good! I promise! Don't do this to me!" My eyes were growing damp, but I wasn't sobbing or anything.
"I said that too," Ms. Rodriguez said with a smile, holding me tightly with her arms wrapped around my waist. "Be a good girl, June, and you'll have a lot of fun this week."
"But…" I blinked into her bright brown eyes, feeling her breasts rubbing mine through the itchy wool of her sweater.
My nipples were screaming against that rough sensation and I wanted to push myself away from the pleasure of it. But I couldn't! My hands were bound to the collar, held slightly above my shoulders with my elbows pushed outward and my forearms framing my tits between them. I shivered, uttering a long, low moan of despair as I realized how helpless I truly was and as if to emphasize the point, Marie's hands moved down my back to find my ass.
"You really are beautiful," she whispered, squeezing my firm cheeks and pulling my hips against hers.
"What are you doing?" I breathed.
"Kissing you," Marie said into my mouth and her delicate tongue followed her words and I found myself being kissed by another woman for the first time in my life.
"Mmph!" I gasped with surprise and shock as she tickled my tongue with hers.
I'd never kissed a girl in my life! I'd never wanted to! I felt my humiliation rising like the sun, warming my body even more than it already was. I couldn't breathe and my heart was pounding in my ears, rushing excited blood to my already dizzy brain. I'd have collapsed completely, I think, if Marie hadn't been digging her fingers into my butt. I felt her fingernails long and sharp; her breasts moved against my own with that sweater between us felt like sandpaper on my nipples. My pussy throbbed, my clitoris thrummed, and I couldn't help but move against her…with her…while we kissed.
"Goddamn!" Mr. Jenkins reminded me of his presence with a chuckle and I jerked my lips from Marie's with a gasp.
"That's all very nice, but you both have classrooms waiting for you," Mr. Steinway told us. "Ms. Rodriguez, thank you for help."
"Anytime," she replied breathlessly and only let me go with obvious reluctance. "To be continued, June."
"Ohhhh…" I shivered at the look she gave me, having previously seen lust like that only in the eyes of men.
"Come along, June," the principal said. "I'll walk you to your classroom."
"But I can't teach like this!" I protested as my wits slowly returned. "Please…Just take the collar off."
"After lunch," he promised. "If you behave yourself."
"What?" I blinked at the man, feeling his hand massaging my ass while we walked down the hallway.
"Actually, this is working out pretty good," Mr. Steinway said. "You're setting a perfect example for our kids."
"I'm…No! Please!"
"I'll have to see if I can find someone from the photography club to get a nice picture of you."
"A picture! Why? You can't!" I almost stopped walking, but his hand on my butt propelled me forward.
"Photos of naked students generally aren't allowed, that's true." Mr. Steinway gave me a small shrug. "But you're a teacher, June, and pictures of a teacher performing her job are good for the school.
"What?"
"You didn't complain two weeks ago when the newspaper ran a photo of you," he reminded me. "Perhaps I should give that reporter a call, although…"
"No! Please, Mr. Steinway!"
"…it would be nice if we could get you into the leg spreader as well," he said. "What do you think?"
"Think about what?" I groaned, thinking he had to be teasing me and terrified that he wasn't.
"Wearing the spreader for a couple hours," the principal said. "Really show the kids what happens when they break the rules. Would you mind?"
"Yes!" I blinked at him. "Of course I'd mind!"
"Hmmm…" He sucked at his cheek and then offered me a smile. "Well, I guess we'll just have to hope you break some more rules then, won't we?"
I suspected he'd been teasing me all along just to make that point. If I made trouble again, he'd spread my legs wide and make me waddle around the school like a penguin or something. It had been a threat, I realized, and not an idle one either. Mr. Steinway hadn't hesitated to collar me, after all, and Ms. Rodriguez had helped him do it! I still couldn't believe that. It felt like a betrayal, but her kiss…Why had I kissed her back? Why had my body reacted to her that way? What was wrong with me?