Parent/Teacher meetings...

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Josephine Black was a young teacher, only 24, new enough to the profession to still have a real sense of enthusiasm and determination to help every pupil in her care to the best of her ability, a youthful sense of right and wrong. In every classroom hung a birch cane against the wall, a reminder of the use of corporal punishment in the school's earlier years. Some of the older teachers still used it, Josephine hated to even look at it, let alone even think about using it.

She was also the youngest teacher at the all boys private school by about 20 years, and the only female. With long dark brown hair rolling in waves down her back, bright blue eyes amidst a freckled face making her seem even younger when compared to her colleagues. Her figure, however, left no doubt that she was a grown woman. Narrow waisted, with rounded hips and a round behind, a more than generous chest, usually concealed behind fitted blouses and beneath summer dresses. Although she didn't realise the enjoyment she gave some of her older pupils when she bent over their desks revealing the tip of her cleavage, or when she leant over their shoulder, brushing their arms with her chest. All of it innocent and accidental. She had noticed that she was the newest in a long line of young female teachers who'd been at the school and who all seemed to leave after only a year of working there. The wages were excellent and she lived in the teacher's wing of the large school so she could see no reason why they would leave.

Tonight was her first parent's evening at the school, meeting parents of the older boys that she taught. She had found it slightly odd that all of the names on her list were of the boy's fathers. None of the mothers seemed to be coming at all, not to see her anyway. She'd queried it with the school's office only to be told, with a smirk by the young man who worked there, that most of the fathers had been students at the school themselves and so felt better 'qualified' to attend the meetings.

Little did she know that there were certain 'traditions' going back through the school's history involving these 'old boys' or previous pupils and new female members of staff...the 'old boys' had suffered degrading punishments when they were pupils to help them grow into the men they now were, most in positions of high authority with high wages to match...the 'traditions' allowed them to get a little of their own back and use their own methods of degradation and punishment, usually sexual in nature, upon new female members of staff...who would then be used by the oldest pupils towards the end of their final year...as a reward for their studies...

Glancing up at the clock on the wall, it was nearly time for her first meeting to begin. Josephine adjusted her tight fitting white blouse and her knee length skirt, she then straightened her hair behind her ears as she waited for her first parent to arrive...

(OOC: looking for some fathers to attend these meetings... :eek: )
 
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Jack Derbyshire.
42 year old father of 14 year old John. A pupil at the school.
Jack is 6 foot, brown hair eyes, athletic, and regarded as a handsome, iof lecherous devil.
7inches of fat meat hide in his pants.

IC. I knocked on the door, and entered, upon hearing her voice. A smile on my face as soon as I saw her, this one was pretty, and big tits too. I had no doubt that she had a nice ass. There is nothing better than a nice ass, bent over a desk, just asking for a hard fat cock.

"Good evening, I am Jack Derbyshire, father of John, and I have been so looking forward to meeting you, I have heard all about you of course, from my boy."
 
"Come in..." I called, after hearing a knock on the door to my classroom. Smiling brightly, I walked towards the man who entered, offering my hand after his introduction. Letting my gaze flit over his appearance for a moment or two, before returning to his face, having to look up to meet his eyes. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Miss Black..."
 
"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Miss Black..."

"Oh, the pleasure is all Miss Black, I assure you. When I was a pupil here, the lady teacher was never as pretty, or as nice as you my dear. And I know that the boys absolutely adore you, and I can see why. Mind you, my father and his friends said they always enjoyed Parent`s Evening, and gave the head a good report."


She turned to take her seat, and I saw that i was right, she did have a nice ass, beautifully rounded. I sat opposite her, watching as she reached for a file, opening it, and liiking at it. While i in turn looked at her cleavage, wondering how long it would be, till I saw her nipples.
 
"Oh, the pleasure is all Miss Black, I assure you. When I was a pupil here, the lady teacher was never as pretty, or as nice as you my dear. And I know that the boys absolutely adore you, and I can see why. Mind you, my father and his friends said they always enjoyed Parent`s Evening, and gave the head a good report."


I could feel my cheeks flushing a little with embarassment as I moved to sit behind my desk. "Well you're very kind to say so..." I cough lightly, finding his son's file and quickly leafing through the pages. Absent mindedly fiddling with my top button, a nervous habit I've always had, unwittingly unbuttoning it and allowing an extra inch or so of my chest to be revealed. "Well, John is a lovely pupil to have in class" I begin, looking up from the file, confused for a fraction of an instant to find his eyes not on my face but elsewhere, somewhere lower down. "He's very eager to please and a very hard worker, you should be very proud of him..." I smile warmly.
 
. "He's very eager to please and a very hard worker, you should be very proud of him..."

I smiled at her again, noticing the extra button that had opened, showing me some more of her creamy white flesh.

"Yes Miss Black, or may I call you Josephine? I know all about John, and how hard he works, he takes after me you see. We dont really need to talk about John though, I am certain that he will get straight A`s as usual. Tell me about yourself instead, where you are from, what you like to do, that kind of thing."

I was being a little dominant, on purpose of course, pushing her, finding out if she really knew the score here, or if I would need to "enlighten" her.
 
"Yes Miss Black, or may I call you Josephine? I know all about John, and how hard he works, he takes after me you see. We dont really need to talk about John though, I am certain that he will get straight A`s as usual. Tell me about yourself instead, where you are from, what you like to do, that kind of thing."


My blue eyes widening a little in response to his question, although it was more of a command than a request, slowly closing his son's file and moving it to one side."Y-you can call me Josephine if you wish. And I...well...I'm from a small village in Yorkshire...I enjoy reading and walking..." Pausing briefly to bite my bottom lip slightly, not sure what to say, after all, it's important I make a good impression with the parents but I want to maintain some of my privacy. I smile, a little shyly. "I'm not sure what you want to know...I wasn't expecting this..." I admit honestly.
 
"Y-you can call me Josephine if you wish. And I...well...I'm from a small village in Yorkshire...I enjoy reading and walking...[/I'm not sure what you want to know...I wasn't expecting this..."

Now I had her on the defensive, exactly where I wanted her to be, it was time toincrease the pressure.

"Do you remember your interview Josephine, when the head expressed to you the importance of these parents evenings, to yours, as well as the schools future?"

Her head moved up and down, in a hesitant little nod. I stood, looking down at her for a second, before speaking again.

"As he said, these interviews are sacrosant, when I, and the other fathers get home, We will write a report to the head, on how things went. A good report also includes a cheque, equivalent to one term`s fees for our children. This money pays for you Josephine, to be here. If we all send in bad reports, and no cheques, the head will fire you, immediately, and give you a very bad reference. Now I am sure that you dont want that now do you Josephine."

Without waiting for an answer, I moved back to the door and locked it, returning to stand alongside her, looking down at her.

"Take off your blouse Josephine, NOW!"
 
I nodded, my eyes following his face as he rose to his feet, swallowing a little as the seriousness in his tone increased.

"As he said, these interviews are sacrosant, when I, and the other fathers get home, We will write a report to the head, on how things went. A good report also includes a cheque, equivalent to one term`s fees for our children. This money pays for you Josephine, to be here. If we all send in bad reports, and no cheques, the head will fire you, immediately, and give you a very bad reference. Now I am sure that you dont want that now do you Josephine."

My mouth dropped open in shock. Surely I couldn't be fired on the basis of one parent's evening. Watching in growing consusion as he moved to the door, locking it and moving swiftly back towards the desk. Feeling a nervous sensation growing steadily in my stomach.

"Take off your blouse Josephine, NOW!"

For a moment, his words didn't register. My forehead creasing slightly in a frown of disbelief. "W-what...?" Looking up as he towered beside me chair, my hands tensing as they gripped the armrests of the seat, meeting his serious expression. "Y-you can't be serious...?!" I slid the chair out from under the desk slightly, and started to stand.
 
"Y-you can't be serious...?!"

She tried to rise, but I put my hand on her shoulder, holding her down.

"Get real Josephine, you are the only frmale teacher here. You know that the boys all lust after you. You know your pay is very good indeed, for what you do. Yes, I am serious. The tradition is that on parents evening, the fathers "look after" the female teacher. Either that, or she is very quickly replaced"

I looked at her face, then at her blouse, before cocking my head to one side, a gesture that again told her what to do.
 
Gasping quietly as his strong hand manouvers me back down into my seat.

"Get real Josephine, you are the only frmale teacher here. You know that the boys all lust after you. You know your pay is very good indeed, for what you do. Yes, I am serious. The tradition is that on parents evening, the fathers "look after" the female teacher. Either that, or she is very quickly replaced"

My face paling with each passing moment as the reality of what you're saying hits me completely. I was his eyes as they move from my face to my blouse, sending a thrill of nervousness through me as his head then tips to the side. I quickly weigh up my options. Either refuse and lose the best paid job available and probably the ability to ever get another one. Or comply and try to get things over with quickly. I glance away from him for a moment. Perhaps he just wants a quick grope or something. I've had worse in the past, my cheeks colouring as I think of the number of times in this job alone I've felt hands pass over my rear as I walk, from both teachers and pupils alike, or had to put up with the whole 'oops I tripped and have landed against you with my hand on your breast' routine.

My jaw tightening with nervous embarassment, my hands lift and start to unbutton my blouse. Shaking slightly as they do so, I make a pointed effort to avoid his eyes with mine. Once it's undone, I slide it back off of my shoulders to reveal my large DD breasts held tightly in their white bra and my freckled shoulders, upper chest and back. My cheeks now burning with embarassment as I feel his eyes almost hungrily against my skin.
 
I smile as she unbuttons the blouse, she was much easier to persuade than her predecessor.
I move behind her chair, subtlely opening my pants, and flopping my cock out.
Bending, I move her hair aside, and kiss her shoulder, my tongue flicking out, licking at the freckles.

"Such beautifully soft skin Josephine, and your freckles, they are delightful."

I continue to kiss her neck, my eyes on her magnificent breasts. Watching her nipples, seeing the slight movement, as they react.

"See how your nipples swell Josephine, take note my dear, and relax.['i]

I kiss more, making love tot the back of her neck, knowing what it is doing to her.

"And now, I have something for you my dear."

Stepping back, I swing the chair around, so that my now hard cock, is only inches from her face.

"A gift Josephine, for you to enjoy. Oh, and you may call me Sir."
 
"Such beautifully soft skin Josephine, and your freckles, they are delightful."

Feeling my skin shiver as his lips and tongue caress and tease my skin. My incredibly sensitive neck, one of my weak spots, succumbing to his actions. Sending worrying feelings through my body, my equally sensitive nipples stirring and beginning to throb as they press insistently against the bra that is restraining them. The urge to stand, to push him away, and walk out keeps rising sharply but then I remember that if I do...I'll lose my job...

"See how your nipples swell Josephine, take note my dear, and relax.

Almost groaning in dismay as I realise he has seen my body's reaction so far. My cheeks burning a little more in embarassment. Fidgeting slightly in the seat as his mouth continues to almost torture my neck and shoulders.

"And now, I have something for you my dear...A gift Josephine, for you to enjoy. Oh, and you may call me Sir."

Gasping as I feel him spin the chair around, my eyes and mouth opening wide in shock as I come face to face with his cock, he's clearly aroused too. I look away, shyly. Nervously.

"Please...please, don't make me do that...please..." I glance back up at him, wincing as I hear the words falling with apparent ease from my lips. "Please sir..."
 
"Please...please, don't make me do that...please... Please sir..."

I smile at her, pleased at her words, especially when she calls me Sir.

"Oh I know all abvout you Josephine, trust me, I know what you want."

I hold my cock up for her.

"You have hidden secrets dont you, dark desires? Dreams of a man taking you, and making your body His."

My other hand moving to her head.

"A man who will use you, fuck you at His will, for which you will thank Him profusely. You want to be His slut, dont you Josephine? Admit it, you know its true."

I pull her head closer, and whisper softly

"Yes slut, you may lick, and suck Sirs cock, NOW."
 
"Oh I know all abvout you Josephine, trust me, I know what you want...You have hidden secrets dont you, dark desires? Dreams of a man taking you, and making your body His...A man who will use you, fuck you at His will, for which you will thank Him profusely. You want to be His slut, dont you Josephine? Admit it, you know its true."

My cheeks burning brighter as his words wash over me, my eyes glance away from his face as I watch him lift his cock towards me. As he talks about me wanting to be used, wanting to be fucked, I feel myself look away. A silent confession of something I was barely even aware of within myself. Feeling my pussy, hidden beneath my innocent white panties and sensible teacher's skirt, throb slightly as I feel his hand move to take hold of my hair, guiding my head forwards.

"Yes slut, you may lick, and suck Sirs cock, NOW."

To my confused horror, I feel my lips parting and my head moving forwards as he guides me towards his hard, waiting cock. Feeling the smooth head connect with my warm, wet, soft tongue. The contact makes me jump and attempt to pull away...but the hand in my hair stops me and before I'm really even aware of it...his cock is soon buried between my pink lips...
 
"Oh yes slut, thats it, take Sirs hard cock, suck it for him like a whore. It feels so good doesnt it whore. MMMM, even your pussy is responding now, getting all wet and hot. I know everything you see slut, I know what you want, and how you want it. And I know that whatever Sir does, His slut will thank Him.

I started moving her head back and forth, slowly fucking her mouth. my free hand, slipping inside her bra, to tweak her nipple, twisting it. Thinking how good my cock would feel between her tits. But not yet, the sucking came first.

"Hold Sirs balls slut, caress them, and suck them too, you know that you have to keep Sir happy slut dont you?"
 
"Oh yes slut, thats it, take Sirs hard cock, suck it for him like a whore. It feels so good doesnt it whore. MMMM, even your pussy is responding now, getting all wet and hot. I know everything you see slut, I know what you want, and how you want it. And I know that whatever Sir does, His slut will thank Him...Hold Sirs balls slut, caress them, and suck them too, you know that you have to keep Sir happy slut dont you?"

Every time he calls me slut or whore I feel nervous, almost excited, trembles travel throughout my body. Feeling his large cock sliding back and forth, in and out of my mouth, whimpering as his other hand moves to tweak and twist my sensitive nipple, sending shocks through my already aroused pussy, making my back arch in an attempt to alleviate the sensations but merely serving to almost offer my breast to his hand.

Hearing his further instructions I lift up a hand to caress and massage his balls, the other hand braced against his thigh. My breathing growing heavier as I suddenly realise how easily I have 'surrendered' to this strangers demands...and I also realise just how easily and dramatically my body seems to be responding. The sight of my blouse laying on the floor beside my chair makes me wonder what else will be lying beside it before too long...

Moving my mouth off of his cock as much as the hand in my hair will allow, in order to tentatively lick his balls, gently sucking one into my mouth before returning my mouth to his waiting cock.
 
Robert Fitzgerald, 6’ 2”, 220 pounds, in as nearly good shape as he was when he captained several sports teams at the academy. At forty-eight his hazel eyes still sparked and his dusty blond hair had just begun to have a few gray flecks. As a student leader he had suffered more than his share degradation or what the old headmaster called character building. Of course as a senior his position as a leader paid off in extra privileges with the young teachers. He was thrilled when his oldest son became a student and he would have those privileges again. The occasional abusing of a hooker was just not the same. He had been back at the academy for ten years and still loved the first parent night the best.

His third son was in the new teacher’s class. Her picture had been passed out to all the dads of her students. She was very innocent looking while at the same time very sexy. Normally Robert would have had first chance to break her in, but Jack’s son was in her class too and he was able to contribute more cash to the school and therefore got first crack. Robert didn’t really mind being second since it meant he would not have to explain things to the little slut. Being anxious as usual on first parent’s night, Robert had arrived early for his appointment. Even though he figured that Jack was probably still using the new slut, walking the corridors wasn’t his style so he made his way to the classroom.

Of course the door was closed and he could hear voices inside. He took a seat in the small chair that sat outside the classroom. Those chairs were provided outside every classroom at the academy for those boys that were sent out of the room for some imagined infraction of the rules. Students seldom actually broke a rule but still they were often singled out as having done so. Punishment at the school was harsh. Robert recalled the time he was made to sit upon just such a chair naked in the hallway after the headmaster had paddle him so severely his ass had been blistered. As he recalled it was because he had coughed during a school assembly.

Robert sat there half-daydreaming, half-listening to the sounds coming from behind the closed door. Although he had an appointed time, he knew he would have to wait until Jack was done, as the next man would have to wait until he finished. It was bad form to barge in on another father while he was using a teacher. Not that they didn’t share them on occasion, but only when invited to do so. So he sat and waited for Jack to emerge so that he could take his turn.
 
I groaned out loud, as she sucked each of my balls in succession.

"Argggh Yes Josephine, you certainly have a hot mouth slut, mmmmm, thats it, now suck Sir`s dick again slut, you know you love it."

I reached over her, my hands finding the fastening on her white bra, and quickly unfastening it. Watching as her big beautiful tits tumbled free. Hanging there, just waiting for my attention.

"Tell you what Josephine, why dont you titty fuck me slut, and lick the head of my cock, so I can watch you.
Watch you and think, about how your juices are now flowing, from your throbbing pussy, and soaking your panties through. But dont worry about them Josephine, for soon, very soon, you will be free of them."
 
"Argggh Yes Josephine, you certainly have a hot mouth slut, mmmmm, thats it, now suck Sir`s dick again slut, you know you love it...."

Whimpering a little as I felt the catches on my bra being loosened and the bra leaving my breasts. Large, round and firm, their small pink nipples embarassingly hard and throbbing as I felt his eyes move down to them. I continued sucking his cock as he instructed. Licking, stroking, fondling and sucking. All the while trying to ignore just what it was I was doing...but failing as with each insult, each command...my pussy grew wetter...

"Tell you what Josephine, why dont you titty fuck me slut, and lick the head of my cock, so I can watch you.
Watch you and think, about how your juices are now flowing, from your throbbing pussy, and soaking your panties through. But dont worry about them Josephine, for soon, very soon, you will be free of them."


Sitting up slightly, his cock fell from my mouth. My cheeks were flushed and my eyes bright with a miriad of emotions. Fear, excitement, lust, confusion. Leaning forwards I took one of my large breasts in each hand and guided them until they were on either side of his cock, then I began moving them up and down. Moving my chin down so that on the down strokes I could flick the head with my tongue.
My smooth, soft skin caressing his cock with each movement.
 
"thats it Josephine, just like that, my you are a good little slut when you want to be arent you?"

Her large breasts looked, and felt ownderful caressing my cock, while she licked at the head. I watched her, ;oving it, but also remembering the time, and that another would soon be waiting to use her, I decided to move on.

"Stop now slut, take your skirt off, and then bend over.
Remove your pantied very slowly, and let Sir see your pussy, and your tight little asshole. Excite Sir, tell Him how much you want His cock in you slut. Because its true now isnt it? You want Sir to fuck you, hard and deep across your desk, dont you Josephine?"
 
"thats it Josephine, just like that, my you are a good little slut when you want to be arent you?"

I could feel something like humiliation well up inside me at his words, my cheeks flushing and my eyes looking away as I realised, to my horror, his words were not an insult, they were merely a statement of fact. I was doing whatever he told me to do, like an obedient servant....like a slut...

"Stop now slut, take your skirt off, and then bend over.
Remove your pantied very slowly, and let Sir see your pussy, and your tight little asshole. Excite Sir, tell Him how much you want His cock in you slut. Because its true now isnt it? You want Sir to fuck you, hard and deep across your desk, dont you Josephine?"


I leant back in the chair, my blue eyes wide and my pink lips parted in an expression of shock. I hadn't thought it would go this far. My head shook slightly as I fought to find the words.
"No...no please...you can't..." Panic rising at what he intended to do to me, and further embarassment as I guessed at his reaction when he discovered I was shaved beneath my small white panties.

An ex-boyfriend, my only ex-boyfriend, had expressed a desire to have me shave myself and I'd meerly carried it on. More for myself than anything. The break up with him had been tough and had been one of the main reasons for taking this job, shut away from the real world. A nervous twitch ran through my pussy, my tight little pussy.

I found myself standing, naked from the waist up, moving back from the chair, backing away until my large desk blocked my path.
 
"No...no please...you can't..."

"Now that is where you are mistaken slut. I can. And I will.
You have been a good little whore so far, but now you disobey Sir. Not good slut, not good at all. While you have pleasured Me well so far, there is more, you must have known that. And yet you turn feisty on Me.
I give you a choice slut, bend over your desk now, and accept your punishment, for disobeying Me,or
refuse, and I will tie your arms to the legs of the desk, and when I leave, that is where you will stay, bound and open.
So whore, what is it to be, bend, or be bound?"
"
 
"Now that is where you are mistaken slut. I can. And I will.
You have been a good little whore so far, but now you disobey Sir. Not good slut, not good at all. While you have pleasured Me well so far, there is more, you must have known that. And yet you turn feisty on Me.
I give you a choice slut, bend over your desk now, and accept your punishment, for disobeying Me,or
refuse, and I will tie your arms to the legs of the desk, and when I leave, that is where you will stay, bound and open.
So whore, what is it to be, bend, or be bound?"


What a choice to be given. The thought of being tied down to my own desk, left naked and vulnerable...exposed and humiliated...

In all honesty I was hoping this was a one off, some father who had contacts with the school's head but now...fresh fears began to creep into my subconscious that perhaps he was merely the first in a long line who would expect the same from their meetings with me...at least if I did what he wanted I might be able to reason with the next 'father'...if I was tied down I would have no choice but to submit...I had to make my choice...

With trembling hands I reached behind me and began to unzip my skirt, sliding it down over my rounded hips to reveal the small white panties beneath. Which, to my dismay, showed the dampness there that had been created against my wishes.
Turning away, to face my desk, I bent over at the waist and began to slide down my panties as he had commanded. My cheek flushing with embarassment as I felt them slide down over the rounded cheeks of my behind to reveal my tight, virgin, asshole and then further to reveal a glimpse of my tight, shaven pussy...
Once the panties were upon the floor with my skirt, shirt and bra I leant forwards and bent over my desk. Gasping as the cool wood pressed against my nipples. Biting my lip against the cry threatening to leave my lips as I lay awaiting my punishment....
 
I had known of course, beyond any doubt that she would see sense at last, and comply with my wishes. I stood behind her, fondling her cheeks, feeling the heat from her body in my fingers.
I raised my right hand, bringing it down with a resounding SLAP, upon her left cheek, seeing it redden immediately. I followed this with a blow to he rleft cheek.
I leaned over her, my head next to hers, as my cock twitched against her ass cheeks.

"You see how the teacher learns slut? To disobey, is to be punished.
Now apologise to Sir, and thank Him for showing you the error of your ways teacher. Or He may just have to use that delicious cane that hangs opn your wall."
 
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