An educator's lesson.

[Lyssa_Marie]

Peyton was not likely to be her usual self tonight as the effects of the drugs continued to be an influence. Jean nearly had to drag her away from Julie's side and on to his lap. Although he didn't insert his cock straight away inside of Peyton, he only teased her by guiding her to grind her hips on top of his firm flesh.

Meanwhile, Julie glanced up at Peyton's unfinished glass of wine sitting on top of the dresser. She knew the drug effects will start to wear down before the night was over. Julie went over to retrieve the wine before approaching Peyton's side. The cloudy haze shouldn't clear from her head just yet. She needed to be careful on how will she get Peyton to drink more of the wine in order to extend her time in remaining non-resistant.

That opportunity couldn't come soon enough. As soon as Peyton tilted her head back, Julie gently grabbed Peyton by her hair and held her there. She used her thumb to massage the young woman's lips before having it propped open. Julie poured another quarter of wine down Peyton's throat. While it was tempting to force her to drink the rest of the half full glass, having the young woman passed out wasn't ideal.

Peyton's thrusts and grinding slowly sped up but remained a bit lethargic thanks to the laced wine. The feeling of Jean's hard cock resting beneath her elicited a lustful moan out of her lips. Her words were slurred, unclear to the point where one would wonder if she were speaking or babbling.

Julie's eyebrows raised, having caught on to a few words that she could make out. "I think she's saying she wants it."

 

[cgraven]

When Batard had drawn Payton on to his lap Mistress Julie gave a little pout as she had been enjoying her sensual seduction f the young teacher. Julie saw that Payton had not finished her drugged wine and the cunning little dominatrix had no desire for Miss Greer’s evening to end just yet. Julie Conway was growing impatient yet when her little lamb threw back her head and a lustful moan bubbled from her moist ripe lips, Julie fingers entwined in Payton’s tawny copper hair, her thumb seductively slid across the sensual bow of the stunning young teacher’s lips, until her little lamb’s lips parted and “O”ed so seductively. The impatient dominatrix feed the hapless young beauty a quarter of what was left of her drugged wine. Ms. Conway knew she must be careful, too much and Payton Greer would simply pass out, too little and the girl might begin to fight them might remember what had been done to her and by whom. As always it was a careful balancing to keep their young victim blissfully compliant, and to leaver young Miss Greer with no real memory of what had been done to her or what she herself had done.

Batard mean while was teasing Payton Greer wickedly. The tip of his cock had just grazed Payton’s needy little pussy, had just given her a hint that he could grant her one more time if he desired, and then casually denied her leaving Payton to grind her hips to his, as her gorgeous young body begged him to fuck her. The young teacher moaned, a shuttering desperate gasp escaped her lips as she murmured her plea and began to beg for what she needed, for what she craved. Mistress Julie raised an eyebrow as she tried to make out what her hapless little lamb was saying. Then a smile bowed the young dominatrix’s lips.

"I think she's saying she wants it."

“Get the camera Ms. Conway!”

Then he turned his attention back to Payton .

“Miss Greer if you want my cock in your hungry little pussy all you have to do is kneel up and guide it to your delicious pussy.”

With luck Julie would get a picture of Payton Greer guiding Batard’s cock into her own pussy, and that one shot would put the young teacher in their grasp for as long as they wished .

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Batard fucked the young beauty astride him deeper and harder than at any time that night before giving young Miss Payton to Mistress Julie for her continuing seduction. By the time that the young dominatrix was through Payton she lay between the lecherous pair totally spent and exhausted. Her supple young body bathed in a fine sheen of sweat, her tawny copper hair in wild disarray, a flaming, matted halo that surrounded Payton’s angelic face. Batard turned to Julie Conway.

“I think something special for our sweet little lamb Julie…..”

Jean’s fingers toyed with the sparse tawny copper down that barely hid her charms from them.

“ I think a little shave for our Miss Greer.”

Julie winked was she went to retrieve what was needed. Batard drew the lethargic beauty’s hands above her head and bound them to the head of the bed. He drew her long sculptured legs apart and bound them to the foot of the bed. Payton Greer was displayed spread-eagled and open to Mistress Julie’s loving attentions. The young dominatrix shaved Payton’s pussy bare as the day she was born.

Such a sweet reminder of the night she has spent with us……….”

Julie giggled.

………..to bas she will not remember it.”

Julie pouted.

“There will be other nights Ms. Conway.”

Batard grinned wickedly.

They took Payton Greer home laid her in her own bed, naked. Her clothes scattered from the front door to her bedroom. Batard’s lips brushed the unconscious beauty’s and Julie took one more taste of her delicious and well fucked pussy. They had set the scene to leave Miss Payton Greer to wonder just what she had done .

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

The second round of thrusts and fucking from Jean's cock passed by in a blur for Peyton. She couldn't hear the moans or screams of lust erupt from her nor did she take notice of Julie taking the occasional snapshot. The only thing the young woman was able to feel was the rush of lust building up inside of her the more Jean kept up with his thrusts. So lost she was in the drug induced haze that she didn't feel Julie hold her up to prevent her from falling over.

There were a few moments that Peyton wanted to get off, afraid that her sanity would break amidst her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her legs quivering, or Julie trying to hold on to their newest prize from falling off the bed.

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Not an alarm clock nor the outside noise of birds chirping and cars passing by were enough to stir Peyton awake. By the time the sun shone through the window and tickled her face, Peyton's eyes flickered open. Her hand lazily reached out for her phone and pressed the button.

9:45am.

Peyton groggily sat up on her bed. Her head softly pounded on the sides of her cranium as she looked around at her surroundings. Her clothes were strewn all over the floor and here she was naked above crumpled bed sheets.

Startled by the sight, it quickly fell in to confusion as Peyton wondered what happened last night. The only thing she could recall was that the wine she drank made her dizzy and that she lied down...somewhere. She remembered bits and pieces of Jean and Julie helping from falling to the floor.

She couldn't have been drunk. No. All she had was one glass of wine. Allergy reaction? Then why were all her clothes scattered all over the floor?

Luckily for Peyton, the weekend was on her where the only thing she needed to concern herself with was grading papers and planning for next week's discussion. She dragged her feet to the bathroom and showered to wake herself up, still lost in the confusion on the events that took place from last night. Just as she finished her shower, she heard her phone's notification tone beep.

A quick change of clothes consisting of a yellow blouse and denim capris, Peyton checked her phone. The reception in town was never quite consistent when it came to cel phones, often hitting between zero and two bars (three if she were lucky) that she would have to drive to the back roads to a look out near the borders heading to Oakville, the next town over; a thirty minute drive from her place.

Babe,

Hope the job's holding up well. How are you handling the students? Love you.

Peyton smiled, reading the message a few times. The first few days after she touched down in town, she and Derek had trouble reaching one another with the reception being bad as it was in her new town. The voicemails and text messages that she was able to get were the only things that kept her from being overwhelmed.

Tossing the dirty clothes in to her hamper, she thought of how to spend her Saturday. Go to the store and pick up groceries, then go to the look out? Go to the look out, then pick up groceries? She pondered over this for a good five minutes, mentally going over that if she were to buy her groceries now and go to the look out after, the vegetables and fruit were bound to be a little spoiled and wilted by the time she returned.

Okay...lookout first, groceries after.

With her purse, she made her way to her car; her father's previous car as a gift for graduating from college and landing a job that still ran smoothly.

Lucky for her, the lookout that showed glimpses of Oakville surrounded by trees was deserted as she pulled up towards the parking. Peyton got out of the car, enjoying the nice breeze that came through this hidden pocket of the small town. She brought out her phone, taking a few snapshots of the bigger town in view. The signal on her phone was a lot better as it hit four bars, possibly bouncing off a nearby cel tower in the next town.

With a few swipes of her finger, she dialed up Derek's number.

Hearing his voice after three rings that wasn't a voicemail melted Peyton's worries.

"I miss you so much," she said.

"Mmm, you have no idea." said Derek.

"Reception in town is pretty bad. Text messages take a while but at least there's voicemail."

"Do they not have landlines?"

"They do but the town is close knit and a little old fashioned that if we did talk on the phone...what if the neighbors hear..."

"Ah, one of those places."

For a moment, Peyton said nothing. It took Derek to wake her back to reality.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?"

"I talked to the superintendent about my vacation benefits. He said that you won't be able to visit."

"What?!"

"It's a conservative town where they think it's still taboo for a man woman who are unmarried or not family to stay over."

"Jeez..."

"For a town that is at least up to date on their basic stuff, they still have that ideology."

"We'll figure something out, hun."

They spoke for ten minutes, bemoaning about their jobs, Peyton talking about the new town being likable despite its flaws, and little random things. Anything that reminded her of the days. She purposely left out the confusion she felt when she woke up this morning.

"I love you." Derek ended on a final note.

Peyton smiled. She loved and dreaded hearing those words, knowing that she won't hear him say it on a daily basis. Oh voice mail was convenient but it can only do so much.

"I love you too," she replied.

"Talk to you soon. Or leave a voicemail...something. Bye."

Peyton hung up as soon as Derek had. Pocketing her phone, she leaned up against the car trunk while taking in her surroundings in the mountain area. Once in a while, a car would pass to disturb the quiet but for the most part, no one else visited the breezy area.

 

[cgraven]

Batard and Mistress Julie smiled as they went through the photos they had taken of Payton Greer in her drugged haze seduction. Those photos told a story of this stunning young creature, that showed a very sensual young beauty, who looked like she was more than enjoying herself with them. They were perfect, to encourage the young teacher to fall into line with their plans for her or if she resisted them then they were also the perfect blackmail tool as well. Two sets of pictures really caught Jean Batard’s attention; the first was a set of photos showing Payton and Mistress Julie in a heated lesbian embrace with Payton Greer’s head thrown back as the young dominatrix’s feasted on the innocent young beauty’s sweet succulent pussy. The way Payton’s lips "O’ed, her half lidded eyes, and the way she arched her body to the Mistress Julie’s demanding mouth lift no doubt that she was enjoying herself. Batard wondered how her Derrick would react as he saw Payton giving herself to another woman never mind the young teacher’s parents. The second set was of Payton Greer astride of him riding him wildly Payton’s hands braced on his chest, Ms. Conway behind her cupping her breasts, anyone looking at them could only come to one conclusion, that Miss Payton Greer was really enjoying being fucked by them.

“They will be perfect! I doubt that these meet Miss Greer’s morality clause of her contract or that she would want her fiancé or her parents to see her little performance.”

Julie Conway consulted the school calendar and smiled wickedly.

“Columbus day break is coming in three weeks Superintendent Batard.”

“I do hope that Miss Greer has made no plans for the school break, for I have plans for her, and the three day break.”

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Sheriff Mat Larimer knew his job and the benefits of it. It really was quite simple to make sure that Miss Payton Greer did not leave town and keep her in the cell phone dead zone of the valley town. For that he would be the first one in line, after Superintendent Batard and Judge Mathew, to sample the new teacher’s charms.

Mat was patrolling along the ridge road when he spied a car pulled off at the over look. He slowly turned his cruiser around and pulled in behind the car. He knew well that it was Payton Greer’s car for he had placed a tracking bug on it. He slowly got out of his car and strolled over to where the young beauty was just finishing her call.

“Excuse me Miss but what are you doing here.”

His voice carried that authoritarian note of a law Enforcement Officer.

“May I see some Identification Miss?”

It was one of those questions, which were not really a question, but a demand for Payton to produce her identification. Mat let his eyes rove over Payton Greer luscious young body, mentally stripping her, as his eyes took in the curve of her breasts, the swell of her hips, and her long sculptured legs. He was already looking forward to fucking her and the things he would make Miss Greer do, and by then the stunning young beauty would.

“This is a restricted area, the over look is unstable.”

The Sheriff paused a moment, before continuing.

“License and registration Miss.”

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Batard would monitor Payton Greer’s classes a week before the Columbus school break, a call for her to report to Principal Fulbright office for her evaluation and then to spring the trap. The damning photos of her and Ms. Conway, and offer if she was very friendly and went away with him for the long weekend he might just forget about the morality clause violation. If Miss Greer would not bend to his will then the threat to fire her and sent those pictures to Dean Scolfield at State University and also to her fiancé so he would know just what kind of young lady he was marrying. Batard smiled as he looked forward to Friday.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

The cool breeze and view of the foliage and town below combined with the quietness of the area gave Peyton a chance to relax and get away from the small town. It gave her a chance to really collect her thoughts. Hearing Derrick's voice for the first time in nearly over a week relaxed her. Hell, this might be a place she could go to when she wanted to get away but not so far enough from the small town.

So lost she was in her thoughts that the voice of authority startled her. Turning around, she saw the sheriff behind her.

"May I see some Identification Miss?"

Without a word, she unlocked her car and dug around her wallet and console box. She handed her driver's license and registration to him.

"I didn't know this place was off limits." Peyton looked behind her, trying to find a sign of some sort that would indicate the place wasn't safe or to keep out.

 

[cgraven]

Sheriff Mat Larimer savored the firm curve of Payton Greer tight little derrière as the young teacher bent over to find her car’s registration. Larimer’s mouth water as he pictured himself behind the girl and just what he would do to that tight little derrière. He was brought back to the present as the tawny redheaded beauty handed him her license and registration. He took his time as he studied the picture on Payton’s license and the vision before him.

“The picture does not do you justice Miss Greer.”

Sheriff Larimer smiled as he handed Payton her driver’s license and car’s registration. He noticed that the stunning young teacher was curiously looking around the pull off, a quizzical look on her angelic face.

“Teen aged vandals Miss Greer they are always taking the signs. It really pisses me off, pardon the language Miss, but some poor unsuspecting motorist will really get hurt some day……..Keys.”

Mat Larimer held his hand out for Payton Greer’s keys,

“This turn off is really dangerous please stand by my cruiser.”

He slowly backed Payton’s car back onto the highway. He could have simply driven ahead but wanted to enhance the idea that the pull off was indeed dangerous. Once Payton’s car was back on the road Larimer shutoff the car’s engine, got out, and handed the young teacher her car keys.

“Are you going back to Deerfield or up to Johnsonville?”

The sheriff asked as he got out the very warning signs that Payton had asked about, and a sledge hammer to drive them into the hard dry ground. Mat knew that it would be highly dangerous to make a call if she could not pull off at the blind curve. He watched as Payton Greer drove off and smiled, it was going to be a very interesting year with this stunning young teacher to amuse him with that gorgeous body of hers.

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It was Friday morning when Payton was informed by Principal Fulbright that her classes would be monitored by Superintendent Batard, with an evaluation of her Performance to follow. In one week she would have three days off for the Columbus Day long weekend and she could make plans to meet Derrick. Little could the innocent young teacher know that meeting with her fiancé would not be possible for Batard had other plans for the stunning young teacher’s long weekend.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Peyton watched the Sherrif's eyebrows raised suspiciously at her driver's license as if he had any doubt that it was actually hers. It took a few minutes until the sheriff was finally convinced that the license and the person match.

"Keys," the officer held out his hand.

She was reluctant to hand over her keys. Going in to her city instincts, she was ready to tell him that she didn't have any drugs, she wasn't carrying anything illegal or a dead body, and if he wanted to search a car, he would have to go through the same procedures like all the other cops.

"I'm going back to Deerfield after," Peyton turned to the next town below their view. She watched as he took a sledge hammer and a new plaque that warned potential visitors to keep off of the area. "Too bad, the breeze and view is just as lovely on this side."

As she leaned up against the police cruiser, she watched the Sheriff pulled her car away from the overlook parking. Only when he got the car near the main empty road did he finally get out and gestured Peyton inside, making sure there were no other cars coming their way to potentially hit the both of them.

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Three weeks have passed without much fanfare except for the two short novels that she had the class read: Lord of the Flies and Animal Farm. She planned on a class debate touching on the similarities of both novels and the underlining theme of dystopian versus utopian novels. As far as she knew, the school gave her a leeway on how she went about with her lesson plans and its content so long as it did not include the obvious inappropriate subjects dealing that were graphic in nature from violence to sex and nudity. She had not had parents come roaring in to pull their kids out of class and complain that she wasn't teaching them right (some appeared to be happy that their kids were at least reading) and she could have sworn the principal peeked inside through the window at one point upon passing.

Friday rolled along with much internal anticipation after the principal informed her earlier in the week that Superintendent Batard will be dropping by for a visit to evaluate her performance. He didn't specify the time, leaving it to Peyton to keep on her toes.

She drew a line on the middle of the chalkboard. On the left, she wrote Dystopian , Utopian on the right, and the word Society in the middle.

"Okay class," said Peyton. "Remember which side you have been assigned to. Let's keep it---"

She heard the door swing open. Glancing to her side, she watched as Superintendent Batard walked in with a clipboard and a pen. As the students moved to their assigned sides that they had randomly chosen, they began to talk in murmurs regarding Jean's presence. Some of the students whispered that the big boss had come for a visit. Another whispered that Peyton was probably in trouble.

"Let's keep it clean," she tried to ignore the whispered chatters. "No pencil slinging, no physical knockouts, with this kind of thing it can get intense so let's stick to literature, please? Let the other team finish their piece before the other team speaks."

If there's anything she learned during her training, she had to pretend that the superintendent wasn't there and simply go on about with her teaching. His eyes watching her intently, almost as if he were going over every inch of her to find a weak spot.

No, Peyton shook her head. Just ignore him.

For the next thirty minutes, the class went back and forth, discussing and debating on whether utopian societies are actually possible with the events surrounding Animal Farm and Lord of the Flies.

"It is possible," said one student who was on the Utopia side. "The problem with it is that both of the main people who were called up on or self appointed themselves as leaders found themselves enraptured with the power to take control of the situation. Had it been for someone who can remain humbled, someone who wouldn't let the power get to their head, maybe they would have had a chance to find that peace and serenity that we as a society often sought out for."

"That's the problem," another student who was assigned to the Dystopia team. "The leaders were all charismatic and were able to talk their way to the top without proving themselves. You leave a responsibility in their hands of the wrong people, it's inevitable that they will lose their way."

As the students debated, Peyton was busy writing down each major point of view on both sides of the board.

"Not to mention," said another student. "That both of the books went in wanting some kind of paradise where everyone is equal. Lord of the Flies had the kids wanting to enjoy life carefree and play all day. All they had to do was make sure that the smoke signal was maintained so they can attract a plane. Animal Farm had the animals wanting to live freely because Mr Jones was an alcoholic who neglected the animals."

The arguments went back and forth on the subject for nearly thirty minutes, shifting the blame on irresponsible people running the show or innocent people who eventually were corrupted. With the things that were brought up, Peyton was nearing the bottom of the chalkboard for both sides.

"What about The Giver?" asked a boy from the Dystopian side.

Some of the students groaned at the student's suggestion.

"What?" he asked. "It's basically what the other team would refer to."

"Not everyone got to read that book, Jerry," said another student.

"Miss Collins assigned it in seventh grade."

"And you know how that went," one student muttered.

"Are we even allowed to bring in other books to this debate?"

"Miss Greer?"

Peyton dusted the chalk off her hands and reached inside the box for a new one after the other was whittled down to the nub.

"If Jerry thinks it will add to the discussion of the subject," said Peyton.

Jerry stood up proudly. "So the other team keeps going on and on about how the reason why utopia had never come in to fruition is because it was in the hands of irresponsible people. The Giver is what happens when they finally reached that idealized society both books sought after. Everything is provided, clothes, food, children, spouses, jobs. The adults were responsible like minded people and didn't have that power hungry trip. Everything is the same. So what's to worry?"

"Except everything is so dull," said his teammate.

"Animal Farm ended the same way," one member of the opposing team spoke up.

"That's because they thrust all the memories of the bad things on to the giver for safe keeping. How's that for a burden?"

"Not all of them were bad things."

"Didn't they get rid of memories like color and snow?"

"And everyone remains ignorant for it. Nobody from The Giver remembers the time before they achieved the so called greatness. Very few people from Animal Farm remember the rebellion but either they're too old or nobody wants to talk about it. Everyone else has no clue and figures that this is the way of life."

Peyton knocked on the surface of the desk several times to signal the end of the debate.

"All right, that was an interesting debate. A little bit off the topic but we had a lot of points made today. On Tuesday, I will be assigning an essay assignment with all of these arguments made," she gestured to the filled chalkboard wall that even the sides of the chalkboard had notes scribbled. "That will be due in a week's time."

By 7:30, the students gathered their things and filed out of the classroom, leaving Peyton alone with Jean. Of all the days for the superintendent to show up, it had to be during the date where the students would get riled up.

So much for first impressions, she thought as she fixed up the scattered notes on her desk.Still, Peyton couldn't help but smile as she reminisced how much it reminded her of high school where things got heated and the occasional rebel or two threw in expletives just so they could be edgy. With tonight's debate, things were just as heated but the young students were surprisingly peaceful in getting their point across.

With the students now gone and the school nearly empty, Jean's gaze over her were much more amplified, no longer covered under the students.

 

[cgraven]

Batard sat in the back of the classroom; he had chosen a seat that would give him and unobstructed view of Payton’s lithe young body. His clipboard lay on the desk before him, his hands tented before his face; there would be no facial expressions to hint at how Payton’s evaluation was going. Periodical he would make a note. What Batard was studying was not the young redheaded teacher’s teaching techniques but her gorgeous young body.

Jean had to smile to himself as Payton Greer led her students through the debate. He listened to their idealistic views of the two novels. Not only by the students, but by their teacher’s as well. They had all missed the point, for like Piggy in Lord of the Flies, the lesson was, the strong took what they wanted and the weak and indecisive paid the price. Very soon Payton Greer would learn that lesson. Whether she surrendered to his demands or not really made little difference for Sheriff Larimer and his deputies would make sure that the young teacher would be going nowhere. She did not know it yet, but she was the property of the Johnsonville school board, to do with her as Superintendent Batard desired. He was brought back to the present as the students filed out. It was pass 7:30 and there was unnerving silence settling over the school.

“Miss Greer I shall meet you in Principal Fulbright’s office in a few minutes.”

It was apparent that he was indeed going to conduct her evaluation despite the late hour. The click, click, click of her heels ominously echoed in the deserted hallways of Deerfield High School. Jean Batard delayed for fifteen before joining the young teacher. He wanted her anticipation and her natural nervousness build as she waited for her evaluation. He wanted the tawny copper headed beauty to be on edge. When he entered he had assumed a brisk, almost detached, demeanor.

“Principal Fulbright’s office Miss Greer.”

With a gesture of his hand he indicated that Payton should precede him into the Principal’s office. Batard took a seat behind Fulbright’s immense desk,

“Take a seat Miss Greer.”

The seat was close to where he sat so the young teacher could see the various points he wanted to stress in her evaluation. By and large it was quite a flattering evaluation. Batard had purposely given Payton a glowing evaluation to set the scene for to what was coming next.

“It makes what I have to do now very distasteful Miss Greer. I hate losing such a dedicated young teacher as you appear to be.”

Batard slid a brown manila evolve over to Payton.

“I received these in the mail this morning Miss Greer. Can you explain why I should not fire you for a violation of your contract?”

The photos told a story of a stunning young creature, it showed a very sensual young beauty, who looked like she was more than enjoying herself. They showed Payton and Mistress Julie in a heated lesbian embrace with Payton Greer’s head thrown back as the young dominatrix’s feasted on the innocent young beauty’s sweet succulent pussy. The way Payton’s lips "O’ed, her half lidded eyes, and the way she arched her body to the Mistress Julie’s demanding mouth lift no doubt that she was enjoying herself.

“Well Miss Greer?”

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Peyton watched as Jean's demeanor had not once changed. The only words he exchanged was that she was to meet him in the principal's office before he disappeared in to the halls.

The young woman packed her things, jotted several notes in to her notepad from what was written on the chalkboard before she erased the white dust for the day teacher next week. Double checking to make sure the room was tidy, she switched off the lights and locked the door before heading down to the principal's office. Surprisingly, the door to his office was not locked.

Maybe he's got a key. she said of Jean.

As she settled down on the seat, Peyton couldn't help but feel nervous. Were the books too much? Sure, the students we're old enough to know better but the rules tended to be different between a huge city or town as opposed to a small conservative town such as Deerfield. The district had not given her any lists of what was restricted other than the obvious and the two novels she taught were known to cause controversy towards public schools when she grew up.

Her train of thought was interrupted when she heard the door open, then locked from behind. Jean made his way around her, sitting at the bigger chair that was the principal's own throne. One point by another, Jean went down his evaluation of her performance so far. She blushed when he would praise her for her teaching methods although it wasn't a surprise at the few minor hiccups she had was shared.

"I hate losing such a dedicated young teacher as you appear to be."

This caught Peyton completely off guard. "Wait, what?"

Was it about the books? Or her encounter with the sheriff a few weeks ago? That couldn't be it.

Jean handed her an envelope. She grabbed a nearby letter opener and ripped the edge of the envelope open.

The first photo was enough for Peyton's face to turn pale.

"What the hell is this?!?" She cried out. Peyton continued to look through the photos, each one of the, falling on to the desk.

"This isn't...it's not me," she stammered. "I don't remember this at all. I'm not like this at all!"

Her fingers trembled, sending the rest of the photos floating down on to a small pile of photographs.

What in the world was going on?

 

[cgraven]

Batard savored the wide eyed shock in Payton Greer’s soft eyes. The way the damning photos slipped from her fingers as she exclaimed,

"What the hell is this?!?"

There was a note of disbelief in the young teacher’s voice. Batard could see that she felt that theses compromising photos must have been forged.

"This isn't...it's not me,"

The young redheaded teacher’s voice was trembling as she continued

"I don't remember this at all. I'm not like this at all!"

There as a growing desperation in Payton’s voice.

“Am I supposed to believe these Photos were forged? The question is then who would wish to so discredit you so Miss Greer?”

The question hung between them, the very images damning Payton. As that question lingered he let Payton’s fear and disbelief build, to torment her. Batard let his vice soften just a bit.

“You are a talented young teacher Miss Greer and if we could come to an UNDERSTANDING then perhaps I would not have to fire you, or you to pay the penalty for the violation of your teacher’s contract.”

He let his words sink in as he closely watched the trapped young beauty’s reaction.

“ I have a cabin up by the lake Miss Greer………..Payton and if you were my guest over the long Columbus day weekend, and we got to know each other more intimately I am sure we can put this behind us.”

Batard propositioned Payton, his veiled indoendos made it clear that he expected to have sex with her. The question was would this stunning tawny copper haired beauty yield and accept his proposition or would he have to use the second set of photos to blackmail Payton, photos that showed Payton astride of Batard riding him wildly, Payton’s hands braced on his chest, Ms. Conway behind her cupping her breasts. Anyone looking at them could only come to one conclusion, that Miss Payton Greer was really enjoying being fucked by them.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Peyton sat on the edge of the desk, her hands still trembling. The last photo in her hands was almost ripped to shreds before it fell on top of the pile of photos. These pictures had to be manipulated. The faculty was well aware that she is currently in a steady relationship with Derek.

It was a bold move that Jean extended an invitation to his cabin for the three day weekend but it did nothing more than anger Peyton. She glared up at the superintendent, trying to mask her fears of the predicament she was now in. Looking down on the photos, she couldn't recall Julie coming on to her the way she did. Last Friday night was nothing more than a blur.

Drugged? Possibly.

"You all know I'm involved with someone else," Peyton did her best to remain firm yet a small tremble shook up her voice. "Who is to say that Julie wasn't the one who came on to me?"

 

[cgraven]

Superintended Batard saw the play of emotion that flashed in the depths of Payton’s soft clear eyes, disbelief at what she was seeing, anger at his scandalous proposition and fear, sweet unreasoning fear, that Batard savored as he waited to see what this stunning young beauty would do next. He could see the wheels turning in Payton Greer’s agile young mind as she considered the possibility that she was drugged. He watched as Payton gathered her courage.

"You all know I'm involved with someone else,"

Batard could see how Payton’s hands trembled, the way her soft angelic voice broke ever so slightly as she struggled to present a strong confident façade. The superintendent thought her pitiful little charade was almost laughable, Miss Payton Greer was not the first young teacher he had caught in his trap.

“ I believe his name is Derik , Miss Greer………….”

Once more Batard had his hands tented before his face as he studied the trembling young beauty.

“ ………….Perhaps I should send your fiancé your photos to let him know just what kind of girl you are Miss Greer…………One that seems to prefer women to men!”

Batard still held back the photos of Payton, Julie and himself as a final threat.

“Remove your blouse Miss Greer or I’ll send………..”

He let his voice trail off as he slowly rose and undid the top button of Payton’s blouse before taking his seat again.

“Continue Miss Geer!”

There was a hard not of command in Batard’s voice, a natural dominance, a voice felt as much as it was heard.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

The fallen photos lay scattered on the desk, creating a clearer barrier that divided Jean and Peyton. Her waist pressed up hard against the edge of the desk. Words stammered in her mind as she kept a hard gaze on Jean, struggling to keep a brave face while the adrenaline of fear continued to bubble inside of her.

"He wouldn't believe you, especially if I tell him that Julie took advantage of me. Whatever it was in that wine you two gave me..."

Jean reached out and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. Without much thought, she slapped his wrist away from her. How dare he?

Jean's voice of dominance rattled her. There was something intimidating with way he spoke. He didn't need to be loud and screaming to demand something of her. The eerily calm tone in his voice was enough to nearly frighten her.

Among other things that she didn't care to admit.

Her fingers ripped the corners of the nearby photo while she fixed an angry stare at Jean.

"And if I refuse to play along and not accept your cabin invitation?"

 

[cgraven]

Payton slapped at Jean’s hand, oh what passion, what fiery passion; Batard looked forward to turning that seductive passion to more pleasing endeavors.

"He wouldn't believe you, especially if I tell him that Julie took advantage of me. Whatever it was in that wine you two gave me..."

There was defiance, fear, doubt, but most of all anger in Payton’s voice. Batard had watched as the photos of her and Julie Conway had slip from her fingers. He was not deceived by her brave little charade, as Payton declared,

"And if I refuse to play along and not accept your cabin invitation?"

“Then I am afraid that the morals clause of your contract will go into effect and you will owe the school district $10,000.00 to cover the cost of hiring a temporary replacement for you and then to find a permanent replacement for you Miss Greer.”

Jean Batard never raised his voice, in fact it was deceptively calm, conversational and soft. Yet there was an underlying note of steely command and dominance.

“And of course I shall send copies of these photos to your fiancé Derrick. I am sure he will believe you Miss Greer, for it is obvious that you are not enjoying Miss Conway’s attentions.”

Batard’s veiled threat was obvious, as he left the stunning young teacher to wonder if Derrick would really understand, for nothing about the photos suggested that she was under dourest, they seemed to show that she was a quite willing participant. He still held back the series of the three of them together, that was his ace. Batard loosed the second button of Payton’s blouse. As Payton went to slap his hand away again, Batard caught Payton Greer’s wrist in a vice like grip and bent it back.

“I would not do that again Miss Greer……..”

There was a deadly note to his voice. Slowly Jean released his grip.

“Shall you continue or shall I Miss Greer.”

The third button of Payton’s blouse parted and he eased back the material to reveal the firm curve of the young teacher’s breasts, as they delightful strained against her bra.

“Strip Miss Greer!”

There was no doubt that this was a command and that there would be consequences if she did not obey him.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Peyton's eyes opened wide in a state of shock. It had been only for a few weeks since she started working in the school. After the house and necessities, she had nowhere near that amount of money to buy her freedom from the predicament she was in. Her mind seethed with anger as he spoke of how she violated the moral clause when Julie and himself were the ones provoking it.

Still, she couldn't help but worry. She was a newcomer to the small town from a major city. Even if she were to tell the truth in the tight knit community, will they believe her?

Jean was going for the second button without a care. Feeling daring once more, she tried to slap his hand away from her blouse as he went for the third button.

This time, Jean caught her wrist in a tight grip before she had a chance to strike him, bending it backwards. She cried out, afraid that if he gripped it tighter, he would crush her wrist.If she moved or jerked to hastily, Peyton was sure her wrist will snap.

The third button undone, her bra was exposed to his sight along with the line that divided both of her breasts in half. Peyton was ready to tell Jean off when that calm deadly tone of a voice spoke, a tone that she had never heard from him since she began working in the school.

Quaking in her mixture of fear and anger, Peyton reluctantly removed her shirt and skirt, allowing the two pieces of clothing to form a pool below her feet. With her exposure nearly complete, she was left to her bra and panties. Her breath was shaky, unable to believe that she was doing this in front of someone much older. The threat of her pictures being mailed, the loss of her job, and a $10,000 penalty fee looming over her head certainly didn't help matters much.

 

[cgraven]

“Shall you continue or shall I Miss Greer………….Strip Miss Greer!”

Batard’s words left no doubt of what he was demanding of the young teacher. He watched as her anger, fear, and the hopelessness of her situation closed in on the young beauty. Slowly her fingers went to the fourth button of her blouse. Payton’s cheeks bloused scarlet with her anger as she slipped her blouse from her shoulders to flutter to the floor, to pool around her trim ankles. Jean wondered if the young teacher knew how sensual, how seductive her movements were, and possessed with a natural fluid grace as she slid her skirt down over the swell of her hips to cascade down the sculptured column of her legs.

Payton Greer stood before Batard in only her bra and panties. Her gorgeous young body trembled with the hopelessness of her situation. Batard stepped closer, his body pressed to Payton’s. His lips crushed to hers, the tip of his tongue slid over the sensual bow of the trapped young teachers lips, the even white ridge of her teeth and into the sweetness of her mouth, demanding that she respond to the unwanted kiss. His knee had worked between Payton’s thighs and pressed to her panty clad pussy. When Jean broke their kiss, his fingers went to the clasp of her bra, and slipped it from her body.

“You are a stunning young beauty Miss Greer.”

His hot moist breath washed over Payton’s breasts as he lowered his head to capture one of her pale, pink, nipple, to sensually suckle that sweet bud to a throbbing peeked little nub. He then turned his attention to Payton’s neglected nipple. When he straightened his dark lecherous gaze met her soft tear shimmering blue eyes. Batard swept the hapless young teacher up into his arms and carried her to Principal Fulbright’s desk. He laid her down on the desk, her gorgeous young body his to do with as he pleased. Superintendent Batard ripped Payton’s panties from her. He had taken his cock out but remained fully clothed as Payton Greer laid naked before him, his hands gripped her thighs and pulled her gorgeous young body to him, then Batard trust into Payton’s chaste young body claiming her as his. His whole purpose in the way he took the young teacher was to assert his dominance over Payton, and the hopelessness of her situation where she could not say No without losing everything she had worked for.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Oh Peyton wanted so badly to fling her blouse right at Jean's face. In fact, nothing would be more satisfying than taking the chair beside her and swinging it right for his head. No jury would convict her and if they had any sense, the most she would get off on is a plea of insanity if she can convince the authorities that Jean and Julie had something to do with those damning photos.

Her anger melted away when she saw the scattered photos on the desk. Newcomer or not, Jean held a much higher position than she. A bit of his charisma and charm were all it can take for him to ruin her if she didn't submit to his wants.


Jean went in for the kiss, his disgusting tongue working his way inside of her mouth. How tempting it was to snap her teeth shut and accidentally bite that pink wiggling flesh in his mouth. Peyton wanted to spit out the wretched taste out of her mouth but the photos that Jean so delightfully brought in.

Peyton frowned, knowing that she didn't have much of a choice. Her teeth parted a little more to invite his tongue to play with hers. As the two engaged in the kiss, Peyton felt Jean's knee part her thighs. She tried to resist by closing her legs shut. When that didn't work, she tried to pull one leg off of it but this only got him to make his kisses even more rich and demanding. Eventually, she would concede to his knee pushing up between her legs, brushing and pressing up against her clit. She could have sworn that his knee slowly grinder on her clit. Her body was almost tempted to grind a little on top of it.

She knew she had to get off. If the damned superintendent found out that she couldn't control how much his dominant play was turning her on, it will only give him more ammunition for his games. She can't let him know that his knee being between her legs or his tongue licking on each of her nipples was slowly building up her arousal.

Just then, Jean carried Peyton to the principal's desk. The moment she saw him proceeding to unzip his pants, she began to close her legs.

It didn't last long.

With strong hands, Jean forced her legs open, exposing her wet slit before his prying gaze.

There was no chance to protest or run. Jean teased the opening of her pussy with his hard cock in hand. In one swift thrust, he pushed his cock inside of her, causing Peyton to cry in a mix of pain and pleasure. He let his cock rest inside of the tight space in between her legs.

After a few moments of silence, Peyton finally dared to speak.

"If..." she panted. "If I give in to your demands, then you won't distribute those photos?"

 

[cgraven]

Jean Batard savored each of Payton’s little surrenders. He felt her body go ridged as he had forced his kiss on her, the way she slowly surrendered to it, her lips parting, and her tongue dancing with his. He smiled as the intoxicating dark musky scent of Payton’s unwanted growing arousal filled his nostrils. Oh she may hate having to give herself to him, her pious young mind might be screaming NO but her supple young body knew what it wanted. Her body had arched to his mouth as Batard had suckled her throbbing nipples. Payton’s little struggles to resist him, where feeble at beast, and bore witness between the struggle between her treacherous young body, and her young mind, and the revulsions she felt at being forced to submit to him.

Payton Greer was gorgeous as she lay on the desk in all her youthful naked glory. The tight caress of her chaste young body as he thrust into her, his cock’s shaft pressed to Payton’s clit. The little gasp of pain as he entered her. The little moan of pleasure that bubbled from Payton’s moist ripe lips pleased Jean Batard. As he stilled once he had claimed Payton she lay there in thundering silence; before she breathed her question.

"If..."

Payton was now panting with her shameful growing arousal and cravings.

"If I give in to your demands, then you won't distribute those photos?"

“We shall discuss that matter after our weekend Miss Greer.”

His dark hazel eyes captured Payton’s soft blue eyes as he now thrust deeper in to her tight, welcoming pussy. He let the young teacher know that he saw in her stunningly expressive blue eyes what her body truly wanted. Before Payton could protest his mouth claimed hers once more in a demanding passionate kiss.

Oh he could simple rape Payton Greer take what he wanted from her but that would be to ease, it would let the young teacher deny the betrayal of her own treacherous body. No he would dominate her, and seduce her until Payton lost herself in the pleasure he would slowly rip from that gorgeous supple young body. This was not the first young teacher that Jean Batard had taken in this manner. He was the consummate lover, everything a young girl could want in a lover, and knew how to bring the hapless young beauty unimagined pleasure. Slowly he thrust deeper and deeper into Payton’s tight little pussy. His kiss lingered and deepened, until they shared a singled life giving breath. As that kiss deepened the tempo with which he was fucking Payton Greer grew faster and harder as the tempo built to a blinding crescendo. He would not be satisfied until the helpless young creature screamed out in a soul searing orgasm and blushed scarlet with her shame for having given Batard what he wanted.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

No matter which way Peyton turned, Jean made sure to keep her on her back, forcing her to look at the superintendent. Even trying to distract herself by staring at the ceiling was of no use when his face loomed above hers. Anything to get her mind off of the constant thrusting and pleasure he was giving her.

Still, a small part of her couldn't help but feel a bit of lust stirring inside of her. Perhaps it was Jean's age being much older than her compared to her and Derrick being the same age, or the way he dominated her made her compared to Derrick made her all the more curious.

NO!! Her mind screamed. There was no way in this damned world she should be feeling that way about someone who was that brazen enough to hang something over her head that she was an unwilling participant of.

As Jean went for the kiss, Peyton tried to push him away, pushing against his chest and face. Without missing a beat, Jean took hold of both Peyton's wrists and pinned them down on the desk. The young teacher didn't have a chance to protest when Jean forced her in to a kiss. The deeper he made the kiss, the faster he thrusted inside of her. Her legs kicked, a silly idea as if it would get him off of her.

Her cries continued, afraid that Jean would somewhat literally break her at the rate he was going. Her legs twitched, the same feeling that she had when she and Derrick were naked and under the covers alone. Peyton wanted so badly to escape before Jean would get what he wanted out of her.

It was too late.

Another cry escaped from her throat as she felt her body shake. Juices oozed from between her legs, coating Jean's cock. Under the dim desk light, her body was flushed, scarlet from embarrassment.

 

[cgraven]

What a gorgeous young creature Miss Payton Greer was, and all the more so as she fought her own bodies treacherous betrayal. He could feel Payton lithe, supple, body responding to the domineering way in which he was taking her, using her, and he was in command of all, and she his little puppet, to dance to the strings he pulled. Oh how adorable this redheaded beauty was as she fought herself, the way her tawny copper head lulled from side to side as if she was silently screaming NO,…..No,…No! in her shocked mind and yet her supple young body arched to his as if had a mind of its own. Every now and then Payton resistance flared and her dainty hands pushed against his chest. Her legs would fail, yet the only result was that it worked his pounding cock even deeper into the young teacher’s chaste young body. When Payton again pushed against his chest he effortlessly pinned her hands above her head. It was too late. A staggering cry escaped from her throat as she felt her body shaken. Jean Batard savored the moment when Payton Greer’s treacherous body betrayed her and she came for him. His nostrils filled with the sweet dark musky scent of the young teacher’s unwanted arousal. Her body clinching down on his cock, as if trying to pull him deeper into her supple young body. He loved the crimson blush of shame and embracement that colored Payton the most adorable shade of pink from the tip of her nose to the tip of her toes.

Batard was not satisfied with just ripping one orgasm from his sweet little victim, he had no intention of letting Payton rationalize why she had come for him. Superintendent Batard was a demanding lover, and he effortlessly ripped a cascading series of orgasms from Payton, to deepen her shame and embracement. The young teacher was nearly spent and exhausted, her gorgeous young body shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat. When Jean Batard came, filling Payton’s fertile young womb with his white hot scalding cum, he once more forced his passionate kiss on the young teacher. He idly wondered if this time, lost in her shameful passion, would she respond. No matter, he would take what he wanted from Payton Greer.

It was nearly midnight when Jean Batard finally rolled from Payton Greer, leaving her laying prostrate on Fulbright’s desk, her tawny copper hair in wild disarray. He smiled down on her, he had taken her, had used her as he pleased, and granted the young teacher unimagined physical pleasure.

“I shall see you next Friday here for our weekend at my lake cottage.”

His lips brushed the exhausted and spent young beauty's in a seductive sensual kiss.

“No need to pack for you will not need clothing for what I have planned for you Miss Greer.”

Jean Batard left Payton Greer to dress and make her way home. He smiled as he anticipated what he would demand of her over the long weekend. Just how desperately she was to get those damning photos, how sexually responsive her stunning young body was, would depend on when he would start sharing her out, before Payton would beginning to earn her keep on her back. There was always the chance that the young teacher might try and run, but Sheriff Larimer and his deputies would ensure that Miss Payton Greer would not be leaving Deerfield

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Exhausted and spent, Peyton stared up at the ceiling in a daze, then looked up at Jean in utter shock. Her body felt as if Jean effortlessly ripped her apart. Without a word, she dressed herself, gathered her things, and left him in the principal's office.

As she sauntered down the hallway towards the main door, Peyton saw Julie approach from the opposite direction, carrying her own binders and papers. The older teacher looked up at Peyton and flashed a friendly smile.

"My dear," said Julie. "You look really tired. Why don't you go home and rest."

As Julie reached up to caress the young woman's face, Peyton's anger boiled. With her free hand, she slapped Julie's face as hard as she could, leaving a red mark on her face. The images of her and Julie, pictures of Peyton being in a drug induced state while Julie had her way with her got to her. Before Julie could say anything, Peyton shoved her to the floor.

Looking down at the older teacher, Peyton muttered an apology and headed out of the school.

Julie watched as Peyton left, only for a smirk to spread across her lips. She glanced up at the Principal's office. Noticing the door slightly ajar and the bit of light giving life to the office, Julie had a good idea on what had just taken place. Thankfully, the decision to stay back and grade her students' assignments before the weekend was worth it.

The dominatrix gathered her things and made her way to the principal's office. With her foot, she lightly kicked the door open, noticing the pictures still scattered and Superintendent Batard readjusting his tie. The slap from Peyton was noticeably red and still stung her but overall, she couldn't help but laugh rather darkly, catching Jean's attention.

"I will never doubt your judgment again when it comes to hiring the young ladies," she said with the grin still plastered on her face. Chuckling, she made her way to the desk and picked up one of the photos. "It's been so long since we've had someone as fiery as Miss Greer."

She gathered the rest of the photos, making sure not one was left in the principal's office. "Too bad I can't make it for the cabin fun this time. Aunt June wants me to make the road trip the next state over for the funeral."

She paused for a minute, packing the photos in the Manila envelope, then helped Jean with his tie. "Of course that would let me do some shopping for our fiery redhead."

 

[cgraven]

Julie’s cheek stung but despite her violent encounter with Payton Greer a sensual smile bowed her lips. Umm what a fiery little bitch this young beauty was, Julie looked forward to making the young teacher pay for that little outburst and slap. The dominatrix gathered herself and her papers and headed for the principal Office where she was sure she would fine Superintendant Batard.

"I will never doubt your judgment again when it comes to hiring the young ladies,"

Julie Conway leaned against the doorjamb here eyes smoldering with lust for the young redheaded teacher.

"It's been so long since we've had someone as fiery as Miss Greer."


Miss Conway cooed as she entered the office and lovingly ran her fingers over the photos of Payton Greer and herself, the smile that bowed Julie’s lips as she remembered how pleasing the girl had been and how delicious her fresh young pussy was.

"Too bad I can't make it for the cabin fun this time. Aunt June wants me to make the road trip the next state over for the funeral."

A little pout of disappointment and envy that Payton Greer would be Batard’s alone for the weekend, and his to do with her what he pleased.

"Of course that would let me do some shopping for our fiery redhead."

Julie Conway cooed as she straightens his tie, knowing quite well that her casual statement would peek the superintendant’s interests.

“So my little minx what did you have in mind for our sweet Miss Greer?”

He wondered if Conway would select a strap on dildo, perhaps a riding crop, flogger, or whip to chastise and arouse Miss Greer. Or would she choose a hood that would robbed the young teacher of her sight and hearing leaving Payton only with a heighten sense of feeling. The very thought brought a dark smile to his face as he waited for the cruel little dominatrix to reveal some of her dark plans for Payton Greer’s education and training. As he waited for Julie’s answer he drew a picture from his pocket.

“I think that Miss Greer will look quite adorable this weekend in this exquisite jewelry Julie.

Jean Batard smiled as Julie Conway gathered the photos of her night with young Payton Greer.

“A little memento Miss Conway to inspire you when you go shopping for Miss Greer?”

Batard teased the demanding dominatrix, knowing quite well that Julie would use them to masturbate by as she planed what she would do to Miss Payton Greer the next time the stunning young teacher feel into her clutches.

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It had been a long week as Superintendant anticipated his long weekend with Payton Greer in his lake side cottage, his little play pen, that he used to introduce the young teachers, he had selected, to some of his darker passions. It was a place where he would seduce them and train them to sexually satisfy whoever he gave them to. He watched the minutes tick away as the school day came to an end. Every time he heard the click, click, click of high heels outside the Principal’s door, he could feel his excitement grow. As the time dragged by he wondered if Payton Greer had run, tried to escape her fate and yet he had not heard from Sheriff Larimer. Jean Batard was growing aggravated and when he got his hands on Payton Greer she would pay the price for making him wait.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Julie took the photo that Jean handed her, her lips curled in to a playful pout. Jean knew well enough that he was teasing her, subtly taunting on what she was going to miss out on. Normally she would be a bit peeved that she was going to be missing out on the cabin adventures.

Considering that Colorado afforded the opportunity to bring back a variety of toys as well as Peyton's behavior earlier, Julie could not wait to manipulate and stretch out the punishment for the young lady along with Jean and anyone else they plan on sharing her with. If only Peyton knew what was in store for her when she finds herself trapped with someone like Jean.

It would be wise for Peyton to give in to such carnal pleasures now to save herself the trouble.

"I'm sure there are things that I can find that will help Peyton understand what we expect from her."

She slipped the photo inside her wallet, sitting on the edge of the desk. Most women submitted whether by their own will or by coercion. Many of them were desperate to have their pussies be tended to or to have their mouths be useful.

Then there were the extremely rare cases where their young new hire was indeed a tough cookie. Five years ago...yes, that was it. Peyton would be the second one...

Julie shook her head. It was better not to recall that particular past. No matter, Julie looked forward to the challenge of helping Jean mold Peyton from a tough woman to one who will be completely dependent on her two superiors for her sexual desires. All while the fear of Derrick finding out just what his lover had been up to looked over her mind.

"I'm willing to overlook this," she gestured to the bright red spot on her light skinned face. "I like her too much for her to get fired. She just has no idea how in too deep she is going to sink in."

Julie finished adjusting his tie, making a comment on how he should get the small tear on the back mended. "But if you want to give her something from me in since I won't be there, a good ol fashioned spanking will do. Her over your knee, her bare ass up ready for your hand."

Julie salivated at the mental image of Peyton bent over Jean's knee. Or her being forced to take it. She looked down at the desk mirror, using the lamp to get a closer look at where she was slapped.

"Fifteen times. Looks like I won't be getting a bruise after this. And she'll have to count."

She fished out her car keys from her purse. Gently, she grabbed hold of Jean's hand, massaging the firm skin of his palm.

"Knowing her, let's just say if she loses track of what number she's on or if she disobeys you, she'll have to start all over again." Julie said with a wicked smile.

She got off of the desk, giving Jean a light spank on his ass through his pants.

"I trust you've informed Sheriff Larimer of your weekend arrangements with the young lady? We don't need another misunderstanding like the last time."

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Peyton loitered inside the woman's bathroom for quite some time after her last class was done. Normally a long weekend was a good chance to relax and possibly get the chance to see more of the town, or rather outside of it. The whole week was nothing but complete dread as another day was over.

So Jean was going to play games? After what he put her through from the drugging to the blackmail, then violating her, Peyton was more than happy to repay him by playing a mind game of her own.

There was no doubt he was waiting for her in the principal's office. Peyton did not want to go through this game Jean was toying her with. A part of her wanted to run, get in her car and simply vanish.

But there were the photos that Jean threatened her with. Peyton had no memories of that night and she was certain Derrick will believe her if she told him her version. But the townspeople, and kids love to pick up on the gossip they overhear; she loved her students.

Peyton's thoughts drifted to last week when he forced her to strip. Then right on top of the principal's desk did he proceed to relentlessly fuck her until he trigger her to have multiple orgasms before him.

Yet the way he looked her while he plowed inside of her. She and Derrick fucked quite a number of times before yet for some reason, The way Jean carried himself, his dominance being a mix of passion and roughness.

It made her feel sick.

At the same time, a small part of her found Jean's tactics of being calm yet deadly to be quite a turn on. Perhaps the fact that he was much older and rather attractive that her loins felt rather tingly and curious to have another taste of his attention.

NO!

Peyton will not bend to him or Julie's motives. Her only regret was having mumbled an apology to Julie. If Julie wasn't in on it, she might have felt sorry for her being forced in to the situation.

Packing her book on top of few clothing fixtures inside her bag, Peyton took in a deep breath and made her way to the principal's office. Without much of a words, Peyton pushed the door open to find Jean siting on the armchair beside the big desk.

He wants to play games? Surprisingly he didn't immediately lunge at her after intentionally made him wait for 25 minutes.

 

[cgraven]

"I'm willing to overlook this, I like her too much for her to get fired. She just has no idea how……… deep she is going to sink…….."

Batard knew that Conway reason for not wanting Payton Greer to be fired for then she would slip through her fingers. Julie’s next comments confirmed his belief.

But if you want to give her something from me since I won't be there, a good old fashioned spanking will do. Her over your knee, her bare ass up ready for your hand."

Julie was getting aroused just thinking about Payton being spanked.

"Fifteen times. Looks like I won't be getting a bruise after this. And she'll have to count."

She fished out her car keys from her purse. Gently, she grabbed hold of Jean's hand, massaging the firm skin of his palm.

"Knowing her, let's just say if she loses track of what number she's on or if she disobeys you, she'll have to start all over again."

An evil little smiled bowed Julie Conway’s lips as images of the squirming young teacher bent over Jean’s lap had her panting.

"I trust you've informed Sheriff Larimer of your weekend arrangements with the young lady? We don't need another misunderstanding like the last time."

That last time Larimer took the young teacher to amuse him and his deputies without permission with disastrous results. Superintendant Batard pushed that thought from his mind as the bell that ended the school day range and signal the beginning of the long weekend. He glanced at the clock in Fulbright’s office, Miss Payton Greer was 15 minutes late. He could still see her car in the parking lot so she had not made a run for it. 25 Minutes had passed when a soft knock came at the principal’s door.
“Enter!”

Was Batard’s simple reply there was no agitation or any sign of anger in his voice. It was cool calm and steady as always.

“Miss Greer.”

Batard greeted her as he rose and came to her. His arms slid around the young teacher’s slender waist and he pressed his lips to hers, the tip of his tongue slid along the sensual bow of the girls lips demanding entrance to the summer wine sweetness of Payton’s mouth. As always Jean Batard would not accept No as an answer from the trapped young teacher as he crushed her body to his.

“Shall we go Payton.”

It was not so much a question as a statement of fact.

Payton Greer found herself in Batard’s car and headed out headed for the low hills and his lake side cottage. As they sped along Batard softly commanded.

“Miss Greer raise your skirt so I can see your panties and unbutton your blouse, my dear.”

Payton would be half stripped while even still clothed, the firm curve of her breasts clearly visible to any who happen to meet them her long statuesque leg bared and her panties bared for all to see. When he pulled in for gas, he turned to Payton,

“Leave your skirt where in is and your blouse unbutton.”

Though his voice was seductively soft, there was an iron note of command just below its softness. The station was full service, and the attendant took a long time cleaning the windshield, as he drank in Payton’s Greer’s gorgeous young body.

It took two hours for them to reach Batard’s cottage at the lake. It was secluded, and hardly a cottage more properly a mansion. Batard escorted Payton Greer into the breath taking home. They had just entered the Living room where Batard took a seat and turned to Payton.

“Strip Miss Greer and make it a sensual, and seductive little show Payton.”

So there long weekend began. Little did Payton Greer know what was in store for her. Batard smiled at the thought of Payton across his lap and her firm little ass high in the air, and the spanking he would give her for making him wait. No Julie he thought not fifteen, but twenty five one for each minute that she had made him wait. He looked forward to her counting off for each blow, thanking him for it, and then begging him for another until all twenty five spanks had been delivered and if she lost count it would start all over again.

 

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sorry double post.........I have not done that in a while.