An educator's lesson.

[Lyssa_Marie]

Peyton had no chance to fight back against Jean as he immediately went in for the kiss. The most she was able to resist against him was her feeble attempts to hit him or pry off his firm grip he had around her waist.

"Shall we go Payton."

She had to hold back the temptation to smack the superintendent with her bag. The constant thought of Jean's threat to expose the photos of her allegedly enjoying Julie's interaction loomed over her.

The car ride was a silent one aside from Jean's orders to lift her skirt up and unbutton her blouse. Was he serious? What if there were drivers and people curious enough to look inside.

Peyton let out a sigh. At the moment, he had more ammo on her to have her disgraced before the town than she had. Slowly, she lifted up her skirt until they were crumpled on her upper thighs, exposing her panties that had a resemblance of boy shorts. Her shaky fingers reached out and unbuttoned until a small part of her bra was exposed. Meanwhile, she looked out the window, taking in any particular building and landmark.

They stopped at a gas station. How "convenient" that Jean decided to use the Full Service station. The employee was taking his sweet time cleaning the windshield, grinning at the sight of the somewhat undressed Payton. For a moment, she thought she could scream for help, that it wasn't something she wanted. But the wolf like smirk on the man's face told her that she was going to be trapped with the monster inside of the car.

The most she could do was cross her arms over her chest and shoot the worker an angry glare, only to get him chuckling. At least with her panties, she can easily spin a lie.

The car ride went on for over an hour. Peyton tried not to nod off, having had a busy day. The reality of the weekend finally sunk in when Jean turned towards an unfamiliar that led in to the forests. Another thirty minutes and they would be near the lakeside where the trees concealed a rather fancy mansion cabin.

Almost immediately when they entered the living room, he ordered her to strip and make it a turn on. Still dreading it, Peyton slowly began to unzip her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She then turned around and carefully removed her blouse, exposing herself in her bra and panties with her back turned to him.

 

[cgraven]

Superintendant Jean Batard found the drive out to his Lakeside Cottage quite interesting. The flare of silent anger when he had ordered Payton Greer to unbutton her blouse and to hike up her skirt until her sexy little lace panties were in clear sight. Her encounter at the full service gas station and the way that Jerry, the attendant, had ogled her sweet exposed charms and her furious obeyal of his command “Leave your skirt where in is and your blouse unbutton.” He had loved Payton’s little act of rebellion as she had crossed her arms over her chest and shoot Jerry an angry glare. Yet despite all of this Batard could have sworn that he had caught the dark musky scent of his adorable little redhead head victim’s arousal. He loved the shocked look on Payton’s angelic face as she had gotten her first glimpse of his Lakeside cottage. The mansion rose on a small knoll by the crystal clear lake, an isolated lonely giant, where Miss Payton Greer could not be heard or seen by any one no matter how Batard decided to enjoy her gorgeous young body, no one would be coming to her rescue.

The young teacher seemed to blush as he had ordered her to strip for him and make it a seductive little show. Her trembling fingers went to zipper and began to unzip her skirt. he watched it cascaded down her long shapely legs to pool around her trim little ankles before the young teacher demurely stepped from the discarded garment. Batard idly wondered if Payton knew how innocently seductive she was as she shyly turned from him and carefully removed her blouse, then blushing scarlet as she stood before him in nothing but her bra and panties, her slender back turned to him.

“Never hide your body from me again Miss Greer………”

He warned the hapless young teacher as she seemed to hesitate, to prolong the time before she would stand naked before him and his obvious lust for her. His eyes boldly ran over the sensual curves of Payton Greer’s stunning young body as her bra and panties joined her blouse and skirt on the floor. As Payton finished her forced striptease Batard took a seat on one of the foyer’s chair and crooked his finger for Payton to come closer. When she stood before him in all her youthful naked beauty he sized her wrist and drew the gorgeous young teacher across his lap.

“You were a very naughty young lady when you struck Miss Conway. We do not act that way especially to our lovers Miss Greer.”

Batard had chosen his words carefully so as to fire Payton’s temper. His hand came down suddenly on the young teachers firm little heart shaped ass, his hand print crimson on her pale creamy ivory skin. The force of the blow set that soft firm flesh jiggling.
“One Miss Greer!”

Jean softly spoke as he effortlessly pinned Payton across his lap.

“You will receive fifteen blows in chastisement for your behavior Miss Greer…….”

Batard was speaking to Payton as if she was a student and he her stern domineering teacher.

“At each chastisement you will call the count and say I am sorry SIR please forgive me. if you make any mistake we shall start anew with ONE young lady.”

The superintendant’s hand came down like a bolt of summer lightening to once more set that firm little ass of Payton’s jiggling so seductively. He paused waiting for Payton to say,

”Two, I am sorry SIR please forgive me.”

If this gorgeous young beauty hesitated he would simply say ONE. So the ordeal that Julie Conway had requested to be Payton’s had begun and the count and her torment would begin anew.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Peyton turned away from Jean for the simple reason of masking her scarlet face and the humiliation that he was putting her through. When she heard him warn her not to hide her body, she hesitated on obeying his orders. Was it not enough that he had already seen her naked and had photos of her as ammunition for blackmail.

Oh yeah, and what are you gonna do about it? she wanted to make a snide comment towards his command but thought better of it.

She turned around in time to see Jean beckon her near with his finger. Her left breast was partially concealed by her long red hair, having done it on purpose.

Jean grabbed her wrist and before Peyton could have a chance to run, Jean effortlessly pulled her across from his lap.

"I'm not a fucking child!" She yelled at him.

"You were a very naughty young lady when you struck Miss Conway..."

Peyton was startled at first that Jean knew about the incident. Surprised quickly turned in to annoyance as Julie and Jean were in cahoots somehow and the more experienced one will go around crying wolf.

"We do not act that way especially to our lovers Miss Greer."

Lovers? LOVERS?!? He knew the right words, all right. But it was only to further provoke her. Before she can respond with a biting remark, she felt his hand slap her ass, sending a stinging sensation throughout her body.

She squirmed, hoping that she could escape from his grasp and his punishment he was inflicting on her. As if Jean read her mind before he pulled her back from falling forward, keeping her pinned with his free hand.

“At each chastisement you will call the count and say I am sorry SIR please forgive me. if you make any mistake we shall start anew with ONE young lady.”

"Never." She said.

Just then, she felt him slap her ass again causing her to cry out. Her ears rang for a moment as the slap was a bit harder than the first. Peyton heard him say something about starting over. She was still trying to hold on to the insane belief that she could endure it until Jean's hand worn out.

It's got to!

But the slaps remained much firmer than how it started off. With that and Jean's eerily calm tone, she dreaded at the good chance that his hand will not get worn out. A tear shed from the corner of her eye knowing that she had no choice but to submit in defeat to his games as it stands.

Another slap to her ass, Peyton had no choice.

"One, I'm sorry sir, please forgive me."

And another slap.

"Two...I am sorry, sir, please forgive me."

As the counting game continued, Jean alternated between each cheek. His spanking also became firmer the higher the number.

On the 11th spanking, Peyton's forearm felt another flesh resting between Jean's legs grow just as firm through his pants. Between that, his disturbingly calm voice, and the slowly increasing how rough he should spank her, her mind felt dizzy by the conflicting feelings of loathing and curious desire. Both equally intense. The soft folds hidden between her legs, unbeknownst to her, reacted with a wanting to explore it.

"Twelve, I am sorry sir, please forgive me." And another spanking. "Thirteen, I am sorry sir, please forgive me."

By the time they reached fourteen, Peyton felt defeated. Once a tone full of snippy remarks and hot temper, it was the sound of a nearly broken woman.

"Fourteen. I am sorry, sir, please forgive me."

Peyton's mind was lost and scattered. Jean brought his hand down and spanked her ass. For nearly a minute, all was silent. Her ass stung from the ordeal. She didn't want to know how deeply shaded in red it was.

"F-fifteen," she said softly. "I...I am sorry, sir. Please fuck me."

Horrified upon realizing something in her mind switched controls, she began to cry out.

"PLEASE FORGIVE ME!" she cried out. I meant to say 'Please forgive me'!"

Peyton was desperate to take back what she accidentally blurted out. She held out a bit of hope that maybe he didn't hear her. Oh, she knew damn well Jean wasn't stupid to miss that Freudian slip.

 

[cgraven]

Jean Batard loved Payton Greer’s fiery young spirit. He loved the way she fought her fate and yet in the end he knew that this gorgeous young redheaded beauty had no choice but to submit or lose everything that she held dear. Yet even as he drew this stunning young beauty across his lap that delicious spirit of Payton’s once more flared to life.

"I'm not a fucking child!"

That first slap to Payton’s firm little ass brought a startled gasp from her moist ripe lips. He was just about to give that delicious little ass another, and harder slap, when Payton struggled to say the words that she knew she must say.

"One, I'm sorry sir, please forgive me."

Batard knew that it took all of this stunning young creature’s will to say those words. His hand came down again more forceful, his hand's print crimson on the pale flawless perfection of her buttocks.

"Two...I am sorry, sir, please forgive me."

By the time the count had reached eleven Payton’s ass glowed scarlet and was hot to the touch as she squirmed so delightfully on his lap. Batard loved the shocked little gasp that had nothing to do with her chastisement as she felt the ridged line of his cock pressing to her abdomen.

"Twelve, I am sorry sir, please forgive me."

A dark smile bowed his lips as the sweet, musky, and intoxicating, scent of Payton’s unwanted arousal filled his nostrils. Thirteen, fourteen, with the requisite I am sorry, sir, please forgive me. Yet it was when the count reached the final number, the fifteenth that something very interesting occurred, as Payton Greer blurted out,

"F-fifteen,……."
Then softly gasped.

"I...I am sorry, sir. Please fuck me."

Almost immediately she cried out,

"PLEASE FORGIVE ME!"……… I meant to say 'Please forgive me'!"

Yet as much as Payton desperately tried to correct her mistake it was clear that Batard must have heard that horrible mistake.

“Why of course I will be more than pleased to FUCK YOU Miss Greer!”

Superintendant Batard let the words hang between them and he consequences of Payton’s Freudian slip, sink in.

“But I fear we must start a new Miss Greer……..”

The impact of those words appeared not to be lost on the forlorn young teacher.

“……….But seeing that you asked so nicely to be Fucked Miss Greer shall we start with nine………and this time you will say I am sorry, sir. Please fuck me.”

Batard’s hand came down harder than before, but this time he lit his fingers, slip between her thighs and slide along Payton’s puffy labia as he toyed with the hapless young beauty. Again his hand came down to set the firm flesh of Payton’s heated and abused ass jiggling before his fingers dipped between Payton’s velvet thighs to roll her now throbbing clit under the pad of his finger.

“Well Miss Greer…….or would you prefer to start with One?....... Shall we say Eight now!.......My dear?”

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Peyton screamed in her mind. Her one slip up not only cost her an additional seven slaps but had now given Jean the sick idea that she wanted him to fuck her. Something in her mind switched controls, exposing her inner thoughts outwardly. He spanked her once again, threatening her that she will start off on a lower number.

She buried her head in her arms, crying out as he slapped her.

"Eight," her voice shook. I'm sorry sir, please fuck me."

She repeated this seven more times. With each number going higher, Peyton's voice reduced to a whimper, almost as if she had fallen numb. While her body took in pleasure in his fingers exploring the area, her ass was stinging red.

"Fifteen...I-I'm sorry sir, please fuck me."

 

[cgraven]

Payton’s little Freudian slip gave Batard a glimpse into the young teacher’s darkest desires, a desire to be dominated, to be taken where she had no choice but to obey. Yet he also knew that Payton Greer’s pious young mind was yet to consciously come to that realization and so he started her chastisement again at Eight.

"Eight,………I'm sorry sir, please fuck me."

Payton Greer sobbed as she buried her angelic face in the crocks’ of her arm. The shy innocent young teacher’s body trembled in both pain and sinfully unimagined pleasure. The young tawny copper haired beauty’s ass blazed scarlet from the force with which Batard spanked Payton and with that pain. His fingers stroked her hooded clit coaxing it from its hooded hiding place and was soon rewarded with the sweet intoxicating musky fragrance of Payton’s growing, if unwanted arousal. Her softy angelic voice was a breathy whimper as she gasped,

"Fifteen...I-I'm sorry sir, please fuck me."

Batard let the chastised young beauty slip from his lap to lay prostrate at his feet, her heart shaped little ass glowing scarlet, his hand print clearly visible against her once creamy ivory skin. Her gorgeous young beauty’s body shimmered in a fine sheen of sweat and had taken on a seductive rosy glow. Batard slowly rose from his seat and casually began to undress as the young redheaded teacher lay sobbing at his feet. When he stood naked, towering over her, Batard stooped, looped his tie around Payton’s slender neck, drew Payton up as his lips, his lips crushed to hers in a searing kiss that demanded that she surrender to him unconditionally.

“Miss Greer you will come to the position of display my dear……..”

An again that dark, calm, voice, wrapped around the stunning young teacher’s senses, as if it were a physical caress.

“………kneel up straight, hands at the nape of your neck, elbows out, and that sweet little ass of yours resting on your heels.”

Batard knew that this would, at the least be uncomfortable for the young redhead, if not painful. Batard waited for Payton to assume the position he had commanded her to assume.

“I of course Miss Greer will grant what you pleaded so delightfully beg for and I will Fuck You…….”

He paused for a moment the back of his hand caressed Payton’s tear stained cheek.

“……..Tell me Miss Greer has your Derrick ever fucked that tight little ass of yours?”

He let the question linger and hang between them. He loved the crimson blush that kissed the girl’s cheeks. Batard then shifted the direction of the conversation.

“ Put in this on Miss Greer and then again assume the position of display Miss. Every young lady should have some exquisite jewelry from her Lover”

Batard taunted Payton. He had pointedly demonstrated that any disobedience or rebellion would not be tolerated, a reminder that her blazing ass told Payton quite eloquently.

“Well Miss Greer has he?...............How shall you please me First Miss?”

Batard kept shifting the direction of the conversation, kept the stunning young creature confused and on edge. Now he mockingly seemed to be offering her a choice on how he would defile her first.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

By the time Peyton reached number thirteen, her ass was stinging red from the superintendent’s hand. It was hard enough trying to hold back her feelings without giving him the satisfaction that she was on the verge of breaking.

She barely managed to utter number fifteen when Jean finally released her, letting her slip from his lap and on to the floor. Thinking that he had gone in to another room, she let out a frustrated scream to mask her sobs. Sure, perhaps she had it coming with that one slip up. Her anger towards still him hasn’t gone away with his blackmail tactics.

Just then, she felt him wrap his tie around her neck and pulled her head up, almost choking her. The light revealed a rather tear stained young woman. Peyton tried to turn away from Jean’s attempts to kiss her but the tie around her neck made things much more uncomfortable. Somehow, he managed to force a passionate kiss on her. She tried to push him off but he trapped her between his bare body and the couch behind her.

For a moment, her eyes stared curiously at Jean’s bare body. While her first encounter was in a low light room, this time she could see it much clearly. Not bad for someone much older than she. Not to mention how well endowed he appeared to be…

NO! As long as Peyton had some sanity left, she refused to give Jean the satisfaction that he had gotten to her.

She heard Jean mention about how she needed to position herself. As she tried to adjust her body to every specific, sitting her ass on her heels was uncomfortable. Her skin was still red from the beating it took.

Peyton’s anger bubbled once again when Jean brought up Derrick, asking her a rather pointed question on whether her lover took her from the backside. Her eyes told him a different story on how she wasn’t going to answer to his demands. She had no intention on involving Derrick in this situation.

Jean handed her a strange outfit of gold chains tangled in its coils. From what she could make out, it appeared to be a pair of bra and panties in chains. Having it on while kneeling on her aching bottom just added to the discomfort.

”Every young lady should have some exquisite jewelry from her lover.” she heard Jean say.

Just need to survive this weekend without killing him. Peyton seethed under her breath. Still, there was too much at stake and Jean was more than willing to have her humiliated with a simple photo collage.

She hated what she needed to do to get through this.

“I suppose I should start off by giving you a blowjob.” She chose her words and tone carefully. It was difficult to give off an innocent tone without yelling at Jean at the situation he forced her in.

 

[cgraven]

Payton Greer was not the first young teacher that Superintended Batard had coheres into this position where they had to bend to his will. When Payton had gasped thirteen he knew that this spirited young beauty was close to breaking as she almost sensually breathed I-I'm sorry sir, please fuck me. When she had reached Fifteen the intoxicating fragrance of Payton’s obvious arousal filled his nostrils. Even as he drew her from where she lay prostate at his feet, forced his scandalously sensual and demanding kiss to her soft ripe pliable lips, he knew that Payton needed to be dominated, and forced to submit, before she could cum as never before in her young life. It would have been so easy for Batard to break Payton, to push the young teacher over the edge. Yet he denied this stunning little tawny copper haired beauty that ecstasy as he let his lips slip from hers. Then he asked the question that he knew would once again enkindled the redhead’s fiery spirit.

“Well Miss Greer has he?...............How shall you please me First Miss?”

Batard saw the furry and hatred in her stunningly expressive eyes. He saw her determination not to answer that, that, question. Jean could see Payton hated what she needed to do next and yet she answered,

“I suppose I should start off by giving you a blowjob.”

There was no doubt that this spirited young teacher had chosen her words carefully, had purposely chosen the tone of her voice. It was then that Batard decided he would break Payton make her face herself, and to face the darkest desires that he was sure she had always refused to face, to even acknowledge might exist. Over this weekend he would force her to face her own darkest desires, to leave her vanilla sex life and inept boyfriend Derrick behind.

“Ummm what a delightful suggestion Miss Greer……”

He paused for moment as he watched Payton’s delicate hands begin to leave the nape of her neck.

“Oh no Miss Greer! no hands my dear, just that sweet delicious little mouth of yours.”

His voice was so deceptively soft, and yet Payton Greer could not mistake the note of command in Batard’s voice. The dominate way that he had chosen to tower over her, as he had forced Payton to kneel, had forced her to assume a position that would display her gorgeous young body to perfection. His erect cock bounced before her wide eyes, and brushed her soft ripe lips. Batard did not force his cock on her but waited for Payton to kneel up, her tawny copper head to bend, for her lips to part and take him into the moist warm heaven of her mouth.

“I presume you know how to deep throat your lover Miss Greer………”

And then for the first time as he continued.

“……..or would you prefer Master Miss Greer?”

Batard knew that his words would further enkindle the furry that seethed within that gorgeous supple young body.

“ If I feel a single tooth Miss Greer I will be forced to chastise you again.”

As he waited for Payton’s lips to “O”, for her the tip of her little pink tongue to snake out between those sweet lips, to moisten those ripe succulent lips, before she once more surrender to Batard’s will. His fingers entwined in her tawny copper hair leaving no question of who was in control of all that would happen to her. So Payton’s Greer’s long weekend as Batard’s sex toy had begun in earnest. By its end Payton Greer would either be a broken shadow of her former self, or begin her decent into the world of submission with Superintendent Jean Batard as her Lord and Master.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Peyton began to withdraw her hands from her neck but heard Jean order her to put her hands back in to position. Well, so much for that. She watched his cock bounce a little in front of her. The tip of his flesh brushed up against her lips. Oh she hated what she had*to do. If those damning photos have not been taken...

She parted her lips only slightly, having a small inkling of hope that she can avoid the situation. Jean, on the other hand, took her open mouth as an invitation to force his cock inside of her. Peyton nearly gagged, having the sensations of wanting to wretch.

“I presume you know how to deep throat your lover Miss Greer………”

Just ignore him, she told herself. The feelings of guilt weighed heavily on her mind when she thought of Derrick.

“……..or would you prefer Master Miss Greer?”

Peyton immediately shot him an angry stare. Master? Really? Well isn't Jean full of his damn self. The games he were playing had gone too far. The situation was already bad enough. No way will she sink herself lower and refer to the superintendent as Master.

Perhaps he had forgotten that certain precious body parts of his were on the line.

“If I feel a single tooth Miss Greer I will be forced to chastise you again.”

Peyton lowered her eyes, reluctantly continuing to pleasure him with her mouth.

 

[cgraven]

Payton Greer’s hatred shown brightly in her stunning blue eyes as the tip of Batard’s cock had brushed the young teacher’s moist ripe lips as she knelt naked before him, her firm young breast thrust up and out as if an offering for his viewing pleasure. He had taunted the trapped young beauty as he calmly commented, “I presume you know how to deep throat your lover Miss Greer………” and then to add insult to injury added “If I feel a single tooth Miss Greer I will be forced to chastise you again.” He knew that this stunning young creature had no real choice but to obey, the compromising Photos of her and Julie Conway, had brought her to this place where she now knelt naked before him.

Peyton lowered her soft blue eyes in defeat, her moist ripe lips “o”ed as she leaned forward and took the superintendent’s cock into the moist sweet heaven of her mouth as she reluctantly began to pleasure him orally. To this point Batard had merely physically and mentally dominated Payton Greer. Now he employed a more subtitle form of seduction. Batard had dusted his cock and groin with the same powerful aphrodisiac that Conway and he had used to maneuver Payton into the position she now found herself in. It was not as strong as the dose she was given on that first night, but would once more enkindle the adorable young redhead’s carnal needs, would drive her to the edge of that abyss with a dark gnawing need for sexual release and set her darkest desires free.

Batard’s fingers laced into Payton’s shimmering tawny copper hair, he did not physically force the young teacher to deep throat him but stabilize and guide the kneeling young teacher as she took him ever deeper into her mouth and throat until his groin was pressed to Payton’s little button nose. He waited for the drug to take effect; he knew what a sexual little wildcat Payton Greer’s once her inhibition was loosed.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

As Peyton's mouth continued to suck on Jean's cock, the dizzy feeling from earlier...no, several weeks ago. It was vaguely familiar. The wave of feelings trickled throughout her body. Wide eyed as her nose touched his groin, she choked on his cock and desperately tried to push away from him. Frustrated screams were muffled by his throbbing flesh.

She felt Jean hand push her head, keeping her in place. Peyton tried to squirm her way out of it when she realized that even without Jean's hold on her, she was trapped between the couch and the towering figure.

It would be close to ten minutes when the strange feeling began to take effect. Though still not a willing participant to his mind games, Peyton found herself enjoying the dominating demeanor that Jean was implementing.

Enough to illicit a small moan from her.

 

[cgraven]

From the moment that Payton had walked into his “Cabin” Batard had physically and mentally dominated the stunning young teacher, from when he had pulled Payton across his lap and began her chastisement. The harsh spanking where, he had made Miss Payton Greer thank him for each sharp stinging, sensual, and seductive blow to the young beauty’s firm little heart shape ass, that had led her to blurt out "I...I am sorry, sir. Please fuck me.". That little Freudian slip had led to her now to be kneeling before Batard his cock buried deep in her succulent young mouth and deep into her thigh throat, his fingers entwined in Payton’s tawny copper hair and his groin pressed to the young teacher’s little button nose.

Jean Batard could see the hatred in Payton’s smoldering eyes but he also knew he held all the cards and she would do what she must to get those incriminating Photos. Yet that was not all he saw in those stunning smoldering eyes, he could see Payton’s unwanted and growing arousal, the dark musky and so intoxicating fragrance of that ever growing arousal. The first crack in the young teacher’s armor was a soft sensual little moan of pleasure that escaped from between Payton’s moist ripe lips. That sensual little moan, told Batard that the aphrodisiac was taking hold of that gorgeous supple body of the stunning young beauty that now knelt before him. Batard waited until the hapless young teacher was lost, her little redhead bobbing up and down the length of his cock with her growing need, no craving, for her own sexual release. Suddenly without warning Batard pulled from Payton’s sweetly suckling mouth with an obscene POP. His ridged cock bouncing before Payton’s smoldering eyes, the tip of his cock brushing the young teacher’s full ripe lips. Yet Batard saw in those smoldering eyes both hatred and carnal desire in them

“On your hands and knees Miss Greer it is time to fuck that tight little pussy of yours.”

The superintendent knew that Payton Greer had no opinion but to obey. Yet he had not waited for Payton to obey but firmly guided the young teacher to the position he desired her in. His hands encircled the young teacher’s slender little waist, as he slipped between her velvet thighs. The tip of his cock brushed Payton’s hot moist folds.

“I see that you are more than ready for me Miss Greer!”

The truth of his words Batard knew would be like a slap to Payton. He did not give the young teacher a chance to reply and simply thrust into her tight chaste body. He had seen that Payton Greer responded to domination, that she in fact needed that Physical and mental domination to truly wake her dark sensual cravings. He had seen it that first night when he and Julie had enjoyed the young teacher’s sweet charms. Batard’s hands slid up the sensual curves of the young woman’s torso to cup her breasts. As he forcibly fucked Payton he began to pinch, pull, and tugged at the girl’s sensitive nipples. He let the tempo increased as he fucked Payton and as his hands now roughly mauled the young teacher’s breasts. Batard let the drug enhance its hold on Payton before, his body molded to hers, he whispered.

“Come to me Miss Greer, impaled yourself on my cock………take the pleasure you crave Miss Greer!”

With each word he spoke the stray hairs at the nape of Payton’s neck sensually danced in his hot moist breath.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

“On your hands and knees Miss Greer it is time to fuck that tight little pussy of yours.”

Peyton had no chance to protest or even move a muscle. Jean took the liberty to startle her by firmly grasping at her bodying maneuvering her to a position so he desired with plenty of space surrounding them. Not even close for her to at least use the sofa as a headrest. As the tip of his cock teased and grazed the west moist opening of her pussy. Her folds between her legs lightly coated his cock. Peyton fought to keep her moans stifled, dangling on to the fraying threads of her insanity and dignity.

“I see that you are more than ready for me Miss Greer!”

The young teacher couldn't help her anger. Had it not been for that damned superintendent, Peyton would have simply taken on the discipline and possibly call it a night, red ass and all.

Instead, Jean took her on by force. Without warning, Jean thrust his cock inside her pussy from behind. Wide-eyed, Peyton's cries ripped through the living room. Out of pure instinct, Peyton tried to crawl away from Jean but he held a firm grip around her waist, thrusting even deeper inside of her.

For a cool night, Peyton's body felt warm from the pleasure and dominance Jean was giving her. Remnants of her sanity started to fall away as the desperate cries changed to a different tune of lustful moans. Her mentality that would allow her to be defiant took a backseat to allow the naughty side of her to emerge. Her body shuddered as she felt his breath tickle her ear. Her dripping pussy slowly adjusted to his thick cock. She couldn't keep up with his rhythm but her hips gradually started grinding up against him, as if she wanted to join in on the fun.

"Could...could you call me by my first name instead?" She asked in an innocent manner.

 

[cgraven]

From the first powerful thrust into Payton Greer’s supple young body he was the one in command. Even as Payton desperately tried to crawl away his hands held her in place and subject to his will. Her desperate and frustrated scream echoed through the room, her futile little escape coming to nothing. Batard dominated the young teacher as he forcefully took her and slowly her frustrated screams became sensual moans and gasps of unwanted pleasure as Payton’s defiance slowly slipped away. Batard smiled as the young teacher slowly became a willing participant as she gasped,

"Could...could you call me by my first name instead?"

Payton’s soft angelic voice was so like and innocent young girl’s as she pleaded with him to use her first name rather than Miss Greer. Jean smile broaden as he softly breathed.

“Payton come to me like a Good Girl”

Her own name caressed the young teacher’s senses, a soft sensually, seductive, caress as Batard mingled mental as well as his physical domination of the young beauty. As he reinforced the concept that Payton’s surrender to his will, to embrace the pleasure that his powerful thrust were enkindling in her gorgeous young body, meant that she was a Good Girl He knew well that the powerful aphrodisiac would make Payton Greer susceptible to his physical and mental assaults on the young teacher’s mind and body.

Batard’s hands slipped from Payton’s trim little waist, slid up the sensual curves of her torso to cup Payton’s firm young breasts, rolled her nipples under the pads of his thumbs. Batard’s body was now molded to Payton’s his hot moist breath washing over the nape of her neck, the stray wisps of hair sensually dancing with every breath he took. Jean said nothing, he let his body dominate, and seduce Payton’s. The shaft of his cock pulling, pushing and massaging Payton’s throbbing clit with each deep thrust into her deliciously tight young body.

As much as he would love to taunt this fiery young beauty, he would let her own supple body betray her, he would let Payton slowly become a willing participant in her own forced defilement. Batard looked forward to feasting on Payton’s shame at her fall from Grace and complete surrender to his will. It was going to be a very long weekend for this stunning young creature, a weekend where she would find that she could deny nothing to Batard.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

For that brief moment, had it not been for the circumstances that led to the situation she was in now and the very fact that the one who dominated her senses was not Jean, then Peyton would have found this rather endearing. He overpowered her but not so much to the point where he used his brooding figure to crush her physically.

Peyton's attempts to crawl away from Jean slowly ceased as the cloudy feeling in her head swarmed again in her head. The lightheaded feeling of dizziness, the almost dream like state to let go as he urged her to numerous times if she wanted to feel free. There was nearby for the young teacher to grab on to keep her from plunging further in to the trap that Jean assured would make everything feel better if she finally submitted. Her mind wrestled here and there, fighting over whether to attack Jean at his physically vulnerable, sensitive areas and all, or finally listen to him.

Her moans and cries slowly grew intense as her covered pussy continued to feed off of Jean's cock, flexing itself a little to allow him to take her as he pleased. Oh, he wasn't small where she wouldn't feel anything nor was his ridiculously large. From what he forced her to suck on, his cock was a bit more thicker than Derrick's, making his cock inside of her a good tight space.

Her breasts bounced with each thrust, provoking Jean to cusp them and rub his fingers over her sensitive nipples. Her head in the clouds, her pussy found itself begging more of him, hoping it was the beginning of a long night while the logical side of her wanted to scream at her lust.

She let out another cry, a warning that she was soon to climax. With another thrust from Jean in to her sensitive spot, Peyton climaxed. The nectar of her juices coated and dripped on to his cock and floor. Peyton felt her lips mouth something as she glanced up at Jean, almost as if she were trying to say something to Jean. The overwhelming cloudy feeling got the best of her, collapsing to the floor to rest a little.

 

[cgraven]

Payton Greer was trapped and she well knew it and yet she instinctively tried to crawl away from him as in her futile attempts to escape, slowly Payton’s resistance faltered and ceased as the aphrodisiac influence became stronger, loosing Payton’s sexual hungers and cravings. He saw the struggle between Payton’s young agile mind and the mounting desires and cravings of her gorgeous young body. Her groans of desperation slowly becoming sensual little moans, and mewing of the building pleasure that Batard offered to Payton, all she had to do was submit. Though the stunning young teacher never spoke the words of submission her supple young body clutched at Superintendent Batard’s cock as he thrust into her. Payton’s tight little pussy was begging for more of him even as he mauled her jiggling breasts and pinched and tugged at the young teachers sensitive and engorged nipples. A shuttering cry escaped her moist rip lips and heralded Payton’s climax. Batard felt the young redhead’s pussy clamp down on his cock as she came for him, her climax savage in its intensity. Jean smiled as Payton turned her angelic face up and back to him as she silently mouth and unspoken plea, a plea that perhaps her pious young mind could not bring herself to say out loud. The young teacher was overcome by her orgasm and Payton collapsed desperately trying to catch her breath.

“So needy, so uptight, I think you need to unwind a bit Miss Greer, to be a little freer.”

Batard cooed as he drew Payton back up onto her hands and knees. His strong hands encircled the stunning young redhead’s trim little waist. Again his hips rolled to hers, driving his cock into Payton’s delicious pussy. Jean’s cock moved with a seductive fluid easy, coated with the girl’s own sweet nectar, fanning Payton’s growing arousal, edging her ever closer to another climax, bringing her to titter at the edge of the abyss that held out that sweet all consuming pleasure to her. He had let Payton Greer taste the pleasure that her needy young body now craved. He played Payton’s supple young body as if it were a fine musical instrument and he was the Master of it. Time and again he brought her to the edged of that bliss only to deny her. This time if Payton wanted the pleasure, she would have to give voice to her craving. All she had to do was take that one little step, just one little submission to his will and she could have what her gorgeous young body craved.

“So needy, so uptight, Miss Greer all you have to do is ask……….”

Superintendent Batard let his voice trail off, as his body stilled, and his throbbing cock buried to the hilt in the young teacher’s clutching pussy. He was close to coming, he could feel his body tightening in on itself. Payton was no virgin, she would know the signs and would know if he did cum then it would be some time before he would be in condition to satisfy her growing arousal and cravings.

“Well Miss Greer?”

It was up to Payton, would her pride, or her treacherous young body win out? It made little difference to Batard for he had Payton for the next three days and everything she eat or drank would be laced with the aphrodisiac that would keep her gorgeous supple young body humming with a dark sexual craving.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Her body sprawled on the floor, Peyton made weak attempts to crawl to the nearest thing her hands could grab hold. In this case, it would be the leg of the table that stood at the center of the living room. Her fingers barely had the chance to grab hold of it when Jean pulled her away from grabbing any other foreign objects and back in to his grasp.

Jean kept her in place, his grip around her waist remained firm to ensure that she will not be going anywhere. The lustful screams continued on as he drove his cock deep inside of her. This time around, instead of letting her climax so freely whenever her body felt like it, Jean would pull out as she teetered on the edge, much to her conscience's relief but her body's disappointment.

She could feel him about to reach his peak but pulled out at the last moment too leave her lust writhing.

Peyton truly hated him. The hidden lust that she reserved for very few only grew more curious on just how far Jean was going to take this.Both her lust and pride were at constant odds, both wanting the other to cease control of the other half.

Her voice grew soft, almost sounding much younger as if she were starting off in her adult life as a college student. A kind of voice that she had only saved for Derrick and no one else.

"Please...sir..."Peyton's lust slowly took over her mind. "I need you to take me."

 

[cgraven]

Payton Greer was far from being the first young teacher that Superintendent Batard had forced to his lakeside cottage, to entertain him for a long weekend yet few had shown such sensual depths of pent up passions, and such a strong seductive need to be dominated and bent to a man’s will. A small wicked little smile bowed Jean’s lips as he thought back to that first night and had to admit that Payton’s desire to submit also including women like Julie Conway. Batard enjoyed the little struggle between the adorable little redheaded teacher’s treacherous supple young body, and her conscience as that gorgeous lithe young body twisted in his hands around her trim little waist. Payton’s struggles slowly ceased as they became something quite different as Payton’s moist ripe lips sensually parted.

Please...sir……….I need you to take me."

The hapless young beauty’s angelic voice grew softer, sounding much younger than her years, as if she were a starry eyed college student truly in love for the first time. Peyton's lust slowly took over her mind and body, as the young teacher submitted to Batard’s dominance.

“How could I refuse such a delightful request Miss Greer,…………..”

Jean Batard paused the tip of his cock just pressed to the slick folds of the hapless young redheaded teacher’s pussy, a sensual little kiss to the divot as the base of the girl’s spine.

“ It would be my pleasure Payton.”

It was the first time that he had simply called her Payton instead of Miss Greer. As Batard spoke he slowly pressed his cock into Payton Greer’s tight chaste young body. He reveled in the feel of that delicious young pussy as it gripped his cock. His hands drawing Payton’s hips back to him until his groin was pressed to the firm curve of the girl’s ass. He stilled a moment before he did as Payton had so sweetly asked him as he took the needy young teacher. There was a dark cruelty in the way that Superintendent Jean Batard took Payton Greer. Though it was quite clear that he was the one in charge of what happened, the way he took was a sensual seduction. He was everything that a young girl dreamed of in a lover, in her husband on their wedding night, but so selfdom found, as his body seduced hers, gave her all that she had dreamed of and now craved. When his own passion final burst, his white hot, scalding cum filling Payton Greer’s fertile young womb, he did not pull from her, did not toss her aside, now that his passions were stated, but instead moved with her and in her until Payton came one more time for him before the stunning young beauty collapsed beneath him totally spent and exhausted. Batard enfolded Payton in the security of his arms, as he rolled her to her side, his body molded to her, and his body spooned to her. Payton Greer’s tawny copper hair was in wild disarray, a wild shimmering mane, which shown like a fiery halo around her young angelic face. That stunning gorgeous body shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat as his light sensual kisses bathed the nape of Payton’s neck, her shoulders, and his moist hot breath caressing her flawless cheek.

Batard lay there with the stunning young teacher in his arms as she struggled to catch her breath. When at last Payton’s breathing steady he slowly pulled for the tawny cooper headed beauty’s pussy. He gathered the girl into his arms, lifted Payton as if she were as light as a feather as he carried her to his bed. He laid her on the jet black sheets. He admired the stark contrast between her flawless soft creamy ivory skin and the dark jet black of the sheets. Batard kissed the exhausted young beauty’s forehead.

“Rest Payton our weekend has just begun.”

He crawled into the bed beside her, and once more enfolded Payton into his arms his body spooned to hers as if he was indeed her lover, the master of her supple young body. The scandalous jewels the only thing that young Payton Greer would be allowed to wear for her long weekend with Batard.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

There was a fine line Jean was drawing between preying on Payton and treating her as some sort of lover, thrusting and taking her in both forms of a monster and master. She didn't hear Jean's words on how he found it delightful that Peyton submitted to his taking of her. Her body took on the needless pounding, taking in the pleasure and feeding off of him. She could feel his cock hit deep inside of her, something that Derrick had done to her but not at the intensity that an older man like Jean forced upon her.

Peyton's screams drowned out her logic, the voice inside of her conscience that told her this was all wrong. Thoughts of how Derrick would react if he found out were smothered in her lust. She didn't hear herself begging Jean that she needed him. All her mind could focus on was to have her release her pleasure. His arms and body, the way he held her to keep from falling over seem to keep her in place rather firmly.

Without warning, or perhaps she did not hear him, streams of hot, white cum streamed inside of her body. Spent and exhausted, Peyton nearly keeled over had it not been for Jean taking her in his arms and up to his bedroom.

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Peyton's eyes flickered open in the near darkness, save for the glow of the moonlight. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the shadows and ominous tones. On the bedside, she spotted a digital alarm clock with numbers in red.

2:43am.

She looked over to the side to see Jean lying with his back towards her. It didn't take Peyton long to realize what likely happened. Mortified and angry that Jean had his way with her yet again, Peyton held back the temptation to assault him in his sleep. She looked down at the one piece jewelry that adorned her body, disliking it the more she stared at it.

A sign of submission.

Slowly, Peyton slipped away from the bed, being careful not to make any big movements that could trigger Jean to wake up.

Walking down the hallway almost felt like a maze itself just for wanting to go to the living room. What happened after Jean forced her to strip and her offering to give him a blowjob just to save her own skin remains a bit distorted in her mind. But if that familiar feeling that previous night was anything like the night he and Julie ambushed her, then there was no doubt she had been drugged.

She knew she had to get out.

In the dark, she removed the hideous jewelry. Her hands felt around for her skirt until she found it draped over the living room table. Next was her underwear that laid underneath. Finding her white top proved to be a challenging one but she had no time to play guessing games. She grabbed what felt like a shirt on the armrest of the couch and slipped in her head and arms over each opening. The top was oversized, swallowing her body down to her waist.

Fuck it, she thought to herself. Get herself as far away from Jean and this prison as far as she could, then her conscience can get condescending with her.

Peyton reached for the doorknob, trying to remember if there was a security alarm or something that would trigger the house. No...she couldn't recall seeing it when he took her in. Nevertheless, she carefully unbolted the lock and unlocked the doorknob. With ease, she opened the door, feeling the cool air greet her to the forests.

There wasn't any time for her to put on her shoes.

She locked the doorknob and quietly closed the door. With that, Peyton speed walked several yards away from the home before she began to run on foot. Peyton tried to remember anything peculiar landmarks that she saw on the drive up the winding road that would help her get out of the forest labyrinth. With it being the middle of the night and windy, finding her way to the main road was not going to work out in Peyton's favor any time soon.

Occasionally she would flinch if her barefoot stepped on a small rock or weeds. All Peyton knew was that in desperate times, it was much better than being trapped in a fancy facade with a monster like Jean roaming very close. The fear that he might be awake or worse, suppose if he knew she slipped out.

No, she couldn't think of it right now. Such thoughts caused the back of her neck to chill with her hairs rose at the thought of her capture. Right now she just needed to run.

Run.

RUN!

For the next forty five minutes, Peyton ran and nearly staggered trying to find the main road. Peyton could have sworn she had run in to the same trees and rock landmarks. While in a winded state and her forehead covered in beads of sweat, she could have sworn she felt the road beneath her feet.

Peyton made her way down the road until she came upon the familiar entrance of how the trees lined up. Free enough from the monster and the dungeon disguised as a lovely mansion. Not a car passed by and streetlights were very few and far in between.

Left? Right? Peyton remembered she was nodding off during the car ride so even she was unsure. But it didn't matter for the young redhead as long as she got out of that hell hole.

Peyton turned left in to the sleepy town. All she could do was keep on moving. Street signs that pointed out a street in one direction and (what she assumed) another that said 30 with an arrow in a loop.

The disheveled redhead walked on the side of the road in the highway near exhaustion. No cars passed by or if they did, the fact that they failed to notice one another was mutual.

Twenty minutes went on when Peyton could have sworn she saw red and blue lights flashing at her direction. The police car gradually came to a stop until the driver parked beside her. Peyton squinted her eyes...the sheriff indeed was familiar. Rainier? Larimer? She forgot his name but remembered their only encounter was when she was at the supposed forbidden lookout and when he backed up her car.

"Oh God, it's you," Peyton muttered under her breath.

The redhead took a few more smaller steps forward until she leaned her hip on to his car.

"Please," Peyton begged. After all that running just to get away, she had to stop her sentences every other time to catch her breath. "You've gotta help me. Batard...Jean Batard's gone crazy. He raped me...drugged me..."

 

[cgraven]

Jean felt it when Payton rolled over in bed the weight of her arm on one elbow as she peered over at him to make sure he was asleep. Again he felt the young teacher’s weight slowly shift as Payton Geer slid from his bed. The soft padding of her bare feet, the subtitle metallic sound of the chamber’s door latch, the soft squeaking of the hinges as she pulled the door open before slipping through and through all this Batard fained sleep. The superintendent heard the soft but frantic search that Payton made for her discarded clothing and the groan of the front door as Payton bolted in her bid for freedom.

Jean Batard watched as Payton Greer fled across the lawn, a stunning barefoot, little redheaded, nymph bathed in the soft virginal light of the moon. He watched as she searched for the narrow drive in the shadowed night, as Payton ran in a desperate bid to escape her fate and to escape Batard. An evil smile bowed Jean’s lips as he turned to his dresser and picked up his secure cell phone and made a well practiced call.

“She’s running, you know what to do.”

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The night was growing darker as Sheriff Mat Larimer patrolled west on state road 30 when he saw a lithe young beauty slowly staggering down the road. He set the red and blue lights of his cruiser flashing and slowly pulled up to the barefooted girl. The window on the passenger side of the cruiser slowly rolled down and Mat Larimer leaned over.

“Is that you Miss Greer?............”

There was a note of concern in his voice.

“…………Get In Miss Greer.”

"Oh God, it's you,"

There was a soft click as the cruiser’s door unlocked and Payton breathlessly gasped. The stunning young redhead bent over and sobbed,

"Please,"

He watched as the shaken young beauty hesitated to get into the cruiser as if she was in shock.

"You've gotta help me. Batard...Jean Batard's gone crazy. He raped me...drugged me..."

As Payton made her accusation, the words coming in a halting flood of emotions. Mat Larimer Had gotten out of the cruiser and helped Payton Greer into the back of the cruiser.

“That a serious charge Miss Greer and one that will require investigation.”

The sheriff closed the car door and got into the driver’s seat.

“You look all done in Miss Greer and exhausted I know of an all night dinner where we can get some hot coffee into you and something to eat. Then you can give me a statement and tell me what happened between you and Superintendent Batard.”

They drove down the road for 20 minutes to a little grease with a flickering neon sign that read Joe’s Eats.

“I know it’s much to look at Miss Greer but the coffee is hot and the food is good.”

Mat opened the back door of the cruiser and helped Payton out and into the dinner. A man with two day old stubble and a greased stained apron watched behind the counter as the Sheriff and Payton entered.

“Two Coffees, and some eggs and bacon……..”

He paused as he ushered Payton into a booth at the back of the dinner.

“……….or would you prefer sausage Miss Greer?”

When they had eaten their meal the sheriff grew serious.

“Ok Miss Greer tell me exactly what happened.”

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

The long escape from the cabin to the state road had left Peyton in a combination of exhaustion and distress that she didn't notice Sheriff Larimer get out of his car and kept her on her feet while he helped her in to the backseat of the car. Once inside, she sat in the middle, ducking her head at any oncoming cars that came from the opposite direction. Peyton did leave him sleeping but a small part of her feared that he may have awaken and noticed that she wasn't where he wanted her to be.

The sheriff mentioned something about a diner somewhere in town. Peyton wanted to decline his offer, not having too much of an appetite. As her tongue smacked the roof of her mouth, Peyton had second thoughts. A drink of water didn't sound like a bad idea to replenish her energy.

They reached the diner a short time later. Still under duress, Sheriff Larimer helped her out of the car and inside the near run down building. With her disheveled appearance in overgrown clothes, messy hair, bare feet, and a near stoic demeanor, it was surprising that the workers have not kicked her or the two of them out. Peyton could easily pass off as a druggie or homeless wreck in her current state of mind.

Then again, Larimer had the leverage. Or that they were the only two out of the four patrons spread out throughout the diner, minding their own business.

Peyton did not say much except give a nod to his offer of coffee, eggs and bacon. She leaned up against the wall, slouched on the leather seat across from him.

"Bacon's fine." She managed to say.

The cups of coffee came shortly. The steam of coffee beans filled her nostrils. Five minutes latter, the scent of bacon and eggs mingled with the coffee. Peyton took sips of her coffee while cutting her egg in to pieces. She didn't have much of an appetite to stomach the food without feeling queasy about the last eight hours.

Or the last several weeks ever since Jean and Julie ambushed her.

Peyton wasn't sure if she could finish off the food. The thoughts alone made her sick that she didn't hear the sheriff ask if she was feeling okay. A soft buzz came through his walkie talkie but she couldn't make out the words. He said a few things in response but the only thing she was able to pick up was "Standby" and "10-4." To keep things polite, Peyton ate the eggs and bacon a little faster. He was kind enough to pick her up from the streets and treat her to some breakfast.

The waitress passed by without a word. One glance at Peyton's near empty mug, she refilled the cup and looked at Sheriff Larimer.

"Johnsonville? You sure you're in the right jurisdiction?" She joked and ripped off the check from her notepad, handing it to him.

Once the waitress left the two alone, Peyton poured the cream in her coffee and swirled it.

"What town are we in?"

"Batard...he forced me to have sex with him last night. He knows that I have a boyfriend back in the city..." Her voice, though unwavering, were spoken in a defeated, weary tone.

Peyton sighed, taking a sip of her coffee. No use telling him the events of only tonight without coming off as a harlot gone terribly wrong.

"Something happened the first day of the semester. One minute we were at the teachers' lounge enjoying a glass of wine. Next thing I remember, whatever it was that was in the wine caused me to pass out. Remembered waking up in my bedroom the next day with all my clothes on the floor."

Another sip of her coffee, Peyton looked up in time to see the Sheriff's eyebrows raised at her.

"I'm not a heavy drinker but something was off about the wine they gave me."

Peyton plucked a sugar packet from the side and ripped its paper barrier open.

"My review wasn't long ago. Superintendent thought I did a good job until he told me I was about to get fired," Peyton's fingers trembled at the memory of that day. "Took out this envelope full of photos of me and Julie....Julie and I...I'm not that kind of woman, officer. I bet you Julie and Jean are in cahoots"

Peyton took in a slow breath, settling her coffee cup down. It wasn't worth sharing the minor incident in the hall where she needed up pushing Julie to the floor. "Jean told me that unless if I want to keep my job and this supposed 'secret' without resorting to pay thousands of dollars just to get out, I have to do what he wants."

Silence followed after as Peyton remain fixated on the lightly brown coffee mix. "Either get fired from a teaching job you love or rebel against their authority and save your own skin."

She shifted her legs uncomfortably before she continued. She spoke slow, almost as if she were trying to mask her emotions in order to not humiliate herself. "Jean drove me up to some cabin around the area. "Decided to blackmail me, if I didn't give him what he wants, those pictures will likely be everywhere."

With her small hands, Peyton finished the rest of her coffee. "They're drugging me with something. Light headed feelings, sometimes it's a bit harder to remember things because some parts are distorted...the last time I remember having that feeling was when I started working at the school."

Peyton looked up at the sheriff, a small drip of coffee tucked on the corner of her bottom lip. "I swear, I would never get that close to either of those two in that way. If I did, I swear it would never be out of my own volition. You've got to believe me."

 

[cgraven]

"Bacon's fine."

There was a haggard note to the young teacher’s voice and the dark shadows around her soft blue eyes, showed the stress that Payton had been under. Mat Larimer watched as the stunning young beauty seemed to curl in around herself as she picked at her food and slowly began to tell him her story.

"Batard...he forced me to have sex with him last night. He knows that I have a boyfriend back in the city..."

Payton’s voice took on a sadder for away quality, like a lost little girl, as she continued her story of blackmail and betrayal.

"Something happened the first day of the semester. One minute we were at the teachers' lounge enjoying a glass of wine. Next thing I remember waking up in my bedroom the next day with all my clothes on the floor………. I'm not a heavy drinker but something was off about the wine they gave me."

Mat could see that Payton was having a hard time sorting out the memories of the events of the party, a difficulty that could be hard to bring Batard to justice and that suited him just fine. Yet he leaned in a little closer to listen to the frightened young teacher’s tale.

"My review wasn't long ago. Superintendent Batard thought I did a good job until he told me I was about to get fired,………… took out this envelope full of photos of me and Julie....Julie and I...I'm not that kind of woman, officer. I bet you Julie and Jean are in cahoots……. Either get fired from a teaching job you love or rebel against their authority and save your own skin…………He decided to blackmail me, if I didn't give him what he wants, those pictures will likely be everywhere.

The sheriff could hear the desperation in Payton’s voice, her apparent need that he believe her when she told him that Batard had driven her up here to his cabin for a weekend of sex and sin.

"They're drugging me with something. Light headed feelings, sometimes it's a bit harder to remember things because some parts are distorted.........I swear, I would never get that close to either of those two in that way. If I did, I swear it would never be out of my own volition. You've got to believe me.

By the time that Payton Greer had finished her lurid tale of sex and blackmail Larimer could see the tears shimmering in the girl’s soft blue eyes as if pleading with him to believe her.

“Miss Greer do you think you could find Batard’s cabin again?”

Again the raspy grabbled sound of the Sheriff’s police radio. Before Payton could answer he held up his hand for silence.

"Standby……… Andy do you have an address for a Jean Batard in Lakeview County?”

There was a pause as an uncomfortable silence hung between them, only the muted sounds of the dinner broke that heavy silence. Then Larimer began to scribble an address on his note pad.

“10-4 Andy."

The Sheriff folded his note pad and placed in his pocket then raised his dark hooded eyes to Payton’s.

“These are some very serious charges your making Miss Greer………”

His voice was level even handed as he gazed deeply into the tear shimmering depths of the young teacher’s stunning blue eyes, as if trying to judge the truth of what she said. Mat Larimer’s stern face relaxed as if he had made up his mind.

“ Miss Greer I think we need to pay Superintendent Batard a little visit!”

Was that fear that he saw flare in Payton’s stunning azure blue eyes? He reached across the table and took both Payton’s hands in his in a fatherly gesture, to comfort and reassure her of his belief in what she had told him. Larimer leaned closer so as not to be overheard.

“Miss Greer the address that my deputy gave me for Superintendent Batard cabin is out of my jurisdiction……….”

He paused for a moment as he toyed the naïve young teacher’s emotions.

“ But there is nothing stopping us from confronting him and making a citizen’s arrest and hauling the lecher back to Johnsonville to face the music for what he has done to you. We are a rather tight knit moral community as you know Miss Greer.”

Sheriff Larimer stood, still holding Payton’s hands.

“It is time to pay the piper Miss Greer………shall we go?”

Yes it was time to pay the piper but it was not Batard who would pay but Payton. Mat Larimer smiled to himself as he drove Payton Greer back to Batard’s cabin.

The cruiser pulled up to the darken Manson. To all appearance Jean Batard was still a bed dreaming of what he had done to the young teacher and got away with. Sheriff Larimer escorted Payton to the front door, he had made it clear that under the state law, it was she that would have to confront Batard. The Sheriff pounded on the front door yelling,

“Sheriff Larimer……..Open up!..........I know you are in there Batard.”

The lights slowly came on apparently Batard making his way down from his bedroom to answer the sheriff summons. Slowly the massive wood door swung open,

“Mr. Batard?”
The sheriff voice was stern his face a set mask. Then suddenly Mat broke out in laughter and pushed the startled young teacher into Batard’s waiting arms.

“Jean you really shouldn’t let you toys wander over the countryside late at night my friend you might lose them.”

That heavy wooden door closed behind Payton as she stood there between the two men.

“You have been a rather naughty young lady Miss Greer I am afraid I must once more chastise you.”

Batard’s eyes bore into Payton Greer’s stunned azure blue eyes savoring the young teacher’s sense of betrayal and hopelessness.

“ Miss Greer strip.”

Once more Payton was in Batard’s hands and he had made it quite clear he wanted her to put on a sensual little show when he told her to strip. There was no escape as she was caught between Batard and Larimer.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

When Larimer asked if Peyton can recall where the cabin might be, she tried to recall the path she had taken up to the highway where the two met. She didn't have an exact address, hell she couldn't remember seeing a street sign once she escaped the forest and in to the main road.

The sheriff put his hand up to her as the sounds of another man buzzed in. The only thing Peyton was able to hear were the numbers 2596. Had she been more awake and out of the emotional limbo, she would have taken the time to interpret the sheriff's handwriting.

"Miss Greer I think we need to pay Superintendent Batard a little visit!"

At that moment, her fingers trembled, her eyes wide open as he suggested paying Jean a visit. She let out a short muffled cry, fearing what Jean will do to her if they saw each other again.

"You think I've gone crazy? Just because I'm young you automatically all assume..."

She begged Larimer not to bring her back to the beast's den, but felt him gently squeeze her hand. He explained to her that they were well away from Johnsonville that he couldn't make an arrest but assured her that it's possible to make a citizen's arrest, the closest that they could do in order to bring him for questioning.

They drove back to the all too familiar entrance leading to the forest, the same one she escaped from hours ago. She wished she could stay in the car but Larimer told her she would have to confront Jean face to face in order to get a citizen's arrest. Reluctantly, Peyton tagged along, staying close behind the sheriff.

Minutes later, the door opened and Jean emerged from the darkness. Just as she was about to declare a citizen's arrest, Sheriff Larimer shoved her on to Jean's arms.

"Jean you really shouldn’t let you toys wander over the countryside late at night my friend you might lose them."

Startled, Peyton's heart sank realizing that Larimer betrayed her. That heartbreak quickly descended in to anger and desperation.

"SON OF A BITCH!!" she screamed over and over again. Peyton tried to make a break for it but both men grabbed her before she could even reach the car, dragging a screaming Peyton inside the house.

"Miss Greer strip"

In a last desperate act, she tried to defy the monster. "And if I refuse?"

 

[cgraven]

"Jean you really shouldn’t let you toys wander over the countryside late at night my friend you might lose them."

Both men savored Payton’s look of betrayal as Larimer pushed her into Batard’s arms.

"SON OF A BITCH!!"

The terrified little redheaded teacher screamed over and over at Batard and Sheriff Larimer. What a little wildcat Mat though as he saw Payton Greer’s temper flare when Batard commanded her, "Miss Greer strip" and the stormy dark violet tint the young teacher’s azure blue eyes took on as Payton defiantly declared

"And if I refuse?"

Batard merely smiled down at Payton when he spoke his voice was dark, sensual and wrapped around the trapped young beauty’s senses.

“Then Sheriff Larimer and I shall assist you Miss Greer!”

As he spoke he caught Mat’s eye and before Payton could answer they both grabbed her and dragged her up stairs to Batard’s bedroom. Her little efforts to fight them, a futile gesture at beast, the stunning young teacher was no match for the two men. Payton found herself thrown to Jean’s bed, face down, and the breath knocked out of her. While she gasped to catch her breath Larimer handcuffed Payton hands to the top rail of Batard’s four poster bed. Then The sheriff and Jean flipped Payton on to her stomach each grabbing one of her ankles, spreading her flailing legs and then binding them to the bedposts at the foot of the bed.

“It gives me no pleasure to have to once again chastise you Miss Greer, but you have been a very naughty young lady……………”

As he spoke Batard slowly drew up the helm of Payton’s skirt. It brushed the back of her legs as it climbed higher and higher until he draped it over the small of her back. Batard turned to Sheriff Larimer.

“Will you do the honors Mat?’

”It would be my pleasure Jean!”

Larimer let his finger tips trail across the firm curve of Payton’s panty clad ass and gave it a sensual little pat. His thumbs hooked into the waist bane of her panties, and slowly began to draw them own over the swell of her hips. As each new patch of freshly bared skin was exposed they kissed Payton newly bared silken skin until it was around Payton’s thigh when Larimer violently ripped them from the young teacher’s supple young body.

“I think twenty five this time Miss Greer! Remember do not lose count, or forget to thank us before begging for another Miss Greer, or as I am sure you remember we will start the count again at ONE.”

The words had hardly left his mouth when Batard’s hand came down like a strike of summer lighting, setting Payton’s firm little ass on fire, jiggling, as once more the crimson print of Batard’s hand blazed against Payton’s creamy ivory skin.

“One!”

Again a moment’s hesitation on the young teacher’s part brought a sharper blow, the hand this time rougher, callused, and Mat Larimer’s hand print burned into Payton’s sensitive firm ass and his voice every bit as dark and forceful as Batard echoed that single word,

One.

Superintendent Batard had made it very cleared earlier to the head strong young teacher and knew that Payton Greer knew well, what was required of her, knew unless she submitted that her spanking would go on and on without relief until she did submit to their will.

 

[Lyssa_Marie]

Peyton's anger let loose but to no avail as Jean picked her up immediately followed by the sheriff as the two carried her up the stairs. Neither of the men had no problem dropping her on to the king sized bed, stomach first. Her head and chest bounced on the pillows upon landing, nearly knocking her breathless.

Being handcuffed to the posts on the bed certainly did not help any matters. Her anger and betrayal rose as the possibility of no one being able to help Peyton got to her.

“It gives me no pleasure to have to once again chastise you Miss Greer, but you have been a very naughty young lady……………"

"You are such a liar."

She couldn't tell who it was that hiked her skirt up or who was removing her panties rather slowly, kissing the bare flesh his hands unwrapped. She flinched when her panties were jerked and ripped away, allowing the cool night air to breeze through.

Just when things seem a little more calmer (minus the occasional flinch and light tugging at her restraints, Peyton felt a sharp pain across her ass. The only response they managed to get out of her was a muffled cry buried in pillows. Someone's hand came down, striking her at the other cheek, a little harder than the previous one.

And another.

When the fourth strike struck her flesh, Peyton finally complied to Jean's demand. "One."