The price of Education

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West Port was the main town on the fog shroud covered Island, the fact be told it was really the only town on the Island. The island was sparsely populated, there were more men than women. The men stayed because fishing made them money. Most women fled the island as they wanted more than just a man and squalling brats. Yet it had a one room school that covered Kinder Garden to the 8th grade. The school was small and the students few, there was a need for only one teacher.



Duncan Batard ran his fingers through his ginger hair. Miss Johnson had suddenly quiet and had left the island and the fall semester was only a month away. As superintendent of schools, it was his responsibility to hire a new teacher. He decided to place a notice in several of the mainland papers.



Teacher’s position Westport Isle. Teaching certificate required.

Contact Mr. Duncan Batard superintendent of schools……

The rest of the add told of the school, that it was a one room school and because of its location the salary was twice the starting salary for a new graduate teacher.

Duncan Batard new exactly what he was looking for in a new teacher for the Island. Ideally he was looking for a young single female teacher, she had to be a attractive, and a bit naïve as well. Once she had accepted the teaching position, and arrived on the isolated island the naïve young beauty would discover her other duties, satisfying the needs of the island’s men.

Duncan Batard was sitting in the schools mainland office. He had already interviewed several candidates but none where what he was looking for. “Send in the next candidate……..”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Erin Nicely attached her photo to her email application and pressed send. There. She didn't expect to get the job, or even a reply. She was barely qualified.

Yes, she had a Teaching Certificate but in the olden days they'd have said that the ink on it was hardly dry yet. She hadn't yet had a teaching job. Usually, fresh out of college, a girl would start by joining a big school and learn the job from working with other, more experienced people. Supervised by a Department Head, a Principal.

And the starting salary! It was more than double anything she ought to make. And an island school with no distractions, no big shops? She'd save loads of money and be able to set herself up, pay off her loan. People would be clamouring for the job, people with Resumes full of achievements. She, on the other hand, was twenty years old, inexperienced, a mere girl not a mature woman. No family ties. Petite. And if there was a storm on the island she'd blow away if not tied down. Ok, so she'd won a Miss Bikini competition last summer on vacation with some girlfriends, and there were some nice photos on her Social page, but the Super wouldn't even bother looking. He'd throw her application in the Deleted Files bin.

But if you don't try, you won't succeed. So, deciding to forget the whole thing, Erin looked at the two cans in front of her. Should she eat the last of her baked beans, or the tomato soup. And could she afford more groceries tomorrow.

She sighed. It was hard being an out of work newly qualified teacher with no money and a mountain of debt.

 

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There were three applicants that met Duncan’s requirements. Two were engaged and intended that their fiancé’s accompany them, and the third was overqualified and a lesbian, which was a disqualifiers as there were few enough available women on the island. Duncan was becoming frustrated, yet it was always a frustrating, to find just the right girl for the “position” as the island’s teacher.



“Shawn are there anymore application today.” Shawn McGuire searched the morning mail before turning to the computer. “Mr. Batard there is nothing in the mail but there is an e-mail application from a Miss Nicely I think you may want to see it. There was something in his assistant’s voice that peeked his interest “Thank you Shawn.”



Batard opened up the office’s e-mail and clicked on the application of Miss Erin Nicely. Yes, she had a Teaching Certificate but no teaching experience and It appeared that she was fresh out of college. Duncan smiled at the picture of Erin Nicely enclosed in her application. He then decided to do an in depth search of Miss Nicely presence on social media. He was pleasantly surprised to find a picture of Erin online in a sexy little bikini, for the Miss Bikini competition last summer, there were some nice photos on Erin’s Social page. Yes she was a promising candidate but her interview would answer the question if she was truly the right choice for the “position”. “Shawn arrange an interview with Miss Nicely for next Friday at noon”.

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Friday at 11:30 Shawn announced that Miss Erin Nicely had arrived for her noon appointment. “Thank you Shawn.” Batard made Erin wait until 12:15 to see just how desperate the young girl was for the teaching position. Duncan knew that she would have few choices, for he knew Erin was out of work and no doubt in debt. “Shawn Show Miss Nicely in.”



Duncan Batard sat behind a large wooden desk, his posture was erect, his ginger hair was touched by sliver at his temples as was his close cropped beard. He appeared to be well muscled, a man who had lived a hard life of labor. “Please be seated Miss Nicely”. Batard smiled pleasantly as Erin took a seat in the straight back chair. He loved the effect that the strait backed chair had on the young beauty, her breast were thrust up and out as if she was offering her firm breast to him.



“So, Miss Nicely your are single? Do you have a fiancé or any other encumbrances here on the mainland Miss Nicely that would keep you from accepting the Position?” Duncan question the young brunette. Miss Erin Nicely certainly had the looks, and the figure he was looking for. The rest of Erin’s interview was filled with the boring questions one would expect. Duncan Batard had eyes that seemed not to be looking but saw everything. He was hardly listen as he studied young Erin’s gorgeous young body.“ May I see a copy of your teaching certificate?” Was that a shy little blush that colored her flawless cheeks.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Erin handed over the Certificate from among the other papers that filled her little portfolio, a cheap black plastic affair that she'd bought for the occasion. She was slightly embarrassed that the Super should see. She didn't want him to think that she had no taste or that she had no money.

She did have money, just not very much. Not very much at all. After emailing her application she'd managed to get a job in a coffee shop around the corner from her small apartment, earning just enough to pay her bills and restock her larder with more cans of beans and soups, and scrape together the fare to get to this interview.

That had been a surprise. The invitation to interview. Erin had convinced herself that they wouldn't even read her Resume once they saw she was newly qualified and looking at her very first teaching post. But she'd got here, on time, and had been able to subtly ask the Superintendant's Assistant about her travel expenses and the possibility of being paid cash before she left. That way she'd have enough money to eat before she got home. Which was a good thing. Being able to eat.

She sat waiting nervously while Mr. Batard checked the paperwork. She was fairly sure that the interview had gone okay. He'd let her talk about her training and Teaching Practice, let her do the cringeworthy stuff about wanting to invest in the kids' future, give them the best possible start, about being committed to high standards and excellence, being reliable and able to follow instructions, punctual, open to new ideas, good with people, friendly, amenable, wanting to be part of the local community, contribute to the life of the town, the island.

Erin still didn't expect to get the job. She was probably the last candidate to be interviewed, all the others having already come over and returned to the mainland in the last few days, she supposed. But any interview was good experience, and she could survive on her coffee shop job until she found a teaching post. It was just that the enormous salary was so appealing and would really set her up. She could imagine doing a couple of years on the island, paying off her loans, maybe even saving a bit, then seeing where she wanted to go next. Hopefully, they'd let her know at the start of the next week so that she wouldn't be holding on to the dream.

She looked up into Mr. Batard's eyes, trying to read what he thought of her.

 

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Erin had had drawn her teaching certificate from a cheap plastic attaché case. Batard noticed a slight blush of embarrassment as the lovely young brunette passed it over to him. Her clothing was neat very much on the youngish side and well worn. Shawn, his abstinent had let Duncan know that Erin had inquired if she would be reimbursed for her travel expenses and be paid cash before she left. So Miss Erin Nicely was in need of cash. He smiled, so she desperately needed the position. He half listened to the young girl prattle on about her training and Teaching practice, wanting to invest in the kids' future, give them the best possible start, about being committed to high standards and excellence, being reliable and able to follow instructions, punctual, open to new ideas, good with people, friendly, amenable, wanting to be part of the local community, contribute to the life of the town, the island.



Duncan only half listened to the Erin as he instead studied the young girl before him. She had a bright enchanting smile, her soft eyes seemed to sparkle as she spoke. Her figure was quite sensual, and her breasts were neither to big nor small. All in all Miss Erin Nicely was just what Duncan Batard was looking for, an attractive young teacher with no serious ties to the mainland, saddled with what appeared to be crushing student loans, and in dire need of a well paying position.



He returned his attention to the present. Duncan did not want to offer Erin the position right away, yet he needed to keep her hopes alive. Their was little chance of a young girl, with no experience being hired by another district. “Thank you Erin………” He had purposely used in Christian name to see her reaction to the familiarity of it. “……………I shall let you know our decision Erin……..” Duncan paused “………….I can tell you that you are one of three applicants that has made our short list.”



Erin’s interview ended with the suggestion to meet superintendent Batard at 8AM for a visit to the island so you could inspect the school, the cottage that could be hers, and the Island. Duncan looked at his watch “Or we could catch the 1:30 ferry to the Island Erin if that is covenant.”

 

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"Um, yes, sure, of course, sir," Erin replied, more than a little thrown by the interest the Super was showing.

But she knew she shouldn't let herself get too hopeful. Third out of three on the shortlist. It was better than rejection. Maybe not, if they just took longer to tell her she was too inexperienced. But it didn't do to appear defeated, that was how you threw away the possibility of a job. She had to act as if she had a real chance, however unlikely that might be.

Getting a better grip on herself she replied more formally, "I can catch the 1:30, Mr. Batard, if that works best for you and the school?" She wanted to appear eager to please, to fit in, to not be a nuisance or require the school to make special arrangements. Had she come across as too eager to please? It was too late now to do anything about that. If she tried she would only make matters worse and possibly draw attention to her desperation. And a girl shouldn't appear to be desperate.

She stood up and smoothed her short charcoal skirt, tugging the matching jacket straight, and held out her hand to shake the Super's. She was pretty sure that her button-front cream blouse was still tidy looking, though open at the neck where a short silver chain hung. Her black low heels were clean if not new, but her nylons had only been worn once before so hopefully, she looked professional enough to be seen on the island.

What would they think of her? Did she look old enough to be the Teacher? Could she win the respect of the island and town people? Would they see her as a leader in the community, someone to look up to, defer to? Only time would tell.

If she actually got the job.

 

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"I can catch the 1:30, Mr. Batard, if that works best for you and the school?"



Duncan Batard watched as Erin stood up and smoothed her short charcoal skirt, tugging the matching jacket straight, and held out her hand to shake the Super's. Duncan took her offered hand. Duncan noticed the fit of the girl’s button-front cream blouse, open at the neck where she wore short silver chain. Erin’s black low heels were clean if not new. He idly wondered if Miss Erin Nicely realized how sensual her attire made her look, youthful, and naïvely attractive.



Duncan led Erin down to the ferry landing so they could catch the 1:30 ferry. The crossing was smooth, patches of fog drifted by. They had just passed a patch of fog when the Island came into view. A little harbor was nestled below the high foreboding cliffs and cluttered with fishing boats. Little stone cottages, like steppingstones lead from West Port’s harbor up the steep slops behind the harbor. West Port was a picture poster of an Island. Fishermen in cable knit sweater’s worked on their nets. They raised their eyes as Duncan Batard got off the ferry with a lovely young lady. Their eyes followed Duncan’s and Erin’s progress as they made there way up to the school.



The school was indeed a one room school. There was a black board, instead of a whiteboard. There were no desks perse but tables, and there were no computers, it could have been 1900 instead of 2023. “I know that the school lacks many of the modern aids that you are use to Erin………..” Batard seemed to blush at this admission. “ Would you like to see the Cottage Erin?” It was if Batard was anxious to leave before Erin could rethink her application.



He led the young girl up the path from the school. Fog like ghostly fingers of mist wove among the trees. Several minutes later they arrived at a lovely stone cottage. There was a kitchen, setting room, and an upstairs bedroom that was dominated by a four poster bed. The room was furnished with a clothes cupboard , chair, and nightstand. The rest of the houses furnishing were neat and clean if a bit old fashion. “The cottage would be yours rent free In addition to your salary Erin.”



They caught the 19:00 ferry back to the mainland. Duncan Batard once more took Erin’s hand “The position is yours Erin if you want it.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

It took Erin a week to get everything organised and to move into the pretty cottage on the island, the cottage that was now her home. She'd almost bitten off Mr. Batard's hand in eagerness when he'd offered her the job, and still could hardly believe that she'd been the successful candidate. Of all the tens of applicants, maybe hundreds, she had made the shortlist for interview and then impressed enough to win the job. It was hers.

She was determined to be the best teacher the island had ever had, that the little school had ever had, and in her spare hours had read everything she could on education theory for single-room combined-age schools and testimonies from the most successful ones. She had also taken her letter of appointment, with its promise of the hugely generous starting salary and free accommodation, to the bank and arranged credit and a charge card. That had enabled her to also open accounts with stores that would deliver online orders to the island. She could afford the shipping fees.

Wandering around her cottage on that first day of moving in, dressed for the activity in fitted jeans and a loose grey sweatshirt, sleeves rolled up to her elbows and dark hair in a loose ponytail, she noticed a few nice touches and some curiosities. Since she hadn't brought any furniture, just clothes and books and some kitchen things, her packing cases didn't take up much space in their respective rooms, which meant that she could see and appreciate the little gestures of kindness that someone had left for her. Fresh flowers in vases in the kitchen and sitting room. Makings for tea and coffee. Fresh milk and butter in the fridge. Homemade cookies that were still warm and smelled divine.

And then there were some curious fixing points dotted around the place, as if a previous occupant had suspended substantial decorations here and there from ceiling or walls. Perhaps there had been a male teacher who'd mended his motorcycle engine indoors. The fixings certainly seemed strong enough. And a previous tenant had left behind what looked like a dog cage for puppy training, for a decent-sized puppy at that. It was in the outbuilding along with a few leather collars and leashes, some of them smooth leather, some studded, some no bigger than her wrist, some much larger. She supposed the dog owner had been into agility and obedience training. Maybe there was a club on the island for that kind of thing. The outbuilding was dry and everything was clean.

Her cottage garden was a delight with shrubs and flowers and herbs. There was a lawn, a paved area, a little walkway, most of it quite discreet and private. It was all quite charming.

Erin promised herself that the very next day she would make a start in the school building.

 

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Duncan Batard just stood in the cottage door as Erin busied herself as she came in from the cottage’s out building. The young beauty looked adorable and oh so young and desirable dressed in her fitted jeans that highlighted the seductive curve of her firm little derrière and sensual curves of her calves. Erin’s loose grey sweatshirt, the sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, did not hint at her stunning figure that laid beneath it, and her dark hair hung in a loose ponytail, Young Miss Erin Nicely was the picture of youthful innocence.



“Erin is there anything I can do to help you settle into island life my dear?” He idly wondered if Erin suspected what the real purpose was for those points were for? Oh, how Duncan wanted to initiate Erin to Island life. To see her gorgeous young body hanging from those strange attachment points. To hear her soulfully pleading as he cut the clothing from her supple young body and then collar her. What delightful thoughts, yet he let them slip from his mind, there was time, soon the weekly ferry runs to the mainland would stop for the winter and only a mail run, by a local fisherman, once weekly would go between the Island and the mainland and Miss Erin Nicely would be trapped here.



Batard smiled pleasantly. “I just wanted to stop by Erin to see how you were doing. I shall stop by the school after your first day of class to see how things went.” Duncan turned on his heel, there was time and Erin was going no place. Erin had several visitors over the next few days before school started. It seemed the men of the island wanted to offer their help to the gorgeous new young teacher, to help her straighten up the schoolroom, as well as get a good look at her.



It must have seemed strange to Erin to be ringing a school bell to call her students to class in this day and age. It could have been 1900 except for her short-skirted suit, pastel open-neck blouse, nylons, and low heels. Erin was faced with ten students ranging in age from 1st to 8th grade all of whom seemed to demand her undivided attention. Finally, the school day came to an end as Erin rang the dismissal bell. The running students nearly ran Duncan Batard over as they fled school. He sat there in the dust gazing up at Erin. The young teacher was backlighted by the sun, her figure delightfully displayed as the sun shone through her pastel open-neck blouse. “How was your first day of class Erin?”



Batard got up and dusted off his clothing. “Erin I wanted to discuss with you, if you had any ideas how we could raise some funds for the school?”

 

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Miss Nicely hurried forward to help the Supervisor to his feet, horrified at what had happened. She would have a stern word with her ten young tearaways and help them to understand the need for respect.

"Are you okay, Sir? Not hurt?" Erin patted some stray dust off Mr. Batard's sleeve.

"Actually, I did have an idea. I was thinking that the children probably have computers at home, so we'd only need one or two for them in the classroom, and one for Admin so I can email my returns to the County Board of Education. I rather like the chalkboard and tables, but it would be worth buying some new books for the school library and we could redecorate, freshen the place up a bit. Which as you point out, brings us to the question of funds.

"I was thinking we might have a school fete. With stalls and tea and cakes and a raffle, and in the evening an Auction of Promises? You know, where people gift something like a two-course dinner at the restaurant, or a boat trip around the island, and everyone who wants to bids for those things with the proceeds going to the school fund. Maybe fun, child-friendly stuff in the first half, then after children's bedtimes the more grown-up things children wouldn't be interested in. Obviously, I'll do anything I can though I haven't many talents, but I am good at organising things. We could have a small committee of volunteers to make it work. And it might be fun to do it after the last ferry has stopped for the winter, as a sort of compensation? What do you think?"

Erin thought she detected approval in the Supervisor's eyes and was hopeful that he would get behind the idea and support her in her very first community venture as the island's school teacher.

 

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The young teacher ran to help Duncan. "Are you okay, Sir? Not hurt?" Erin patted some stray dust off Mr. Batard's sleeve. Erin was horrified at what had happened and her concern was written on her pretty little face. When Duncan asked if the young teacher had any ideas for raising funds for the school .



"Actually, I did have an idea. I was thinking that the children probably have computers at home, so we'd only need one or two for them in the classroom, and one for Admin so I can email my returns to the County Board of Education…….” What a naïve young beauty Erin was thinking the children had computers at home she clearly did not realize how isolated the Island was after the ferry stopped for the winter. “……….I rather like the chalkboard and tables, but it would be worth buying some new books for the school library and we could redecorate, freshen the place up a bit. Which as you point out, brings us to the question of funds.” Erin seemed excited about the idea of a fundraiser.



"I was thinking we might have a school fete. With stalls and tea and cakes and a raffle, and in the evening an Auction of Promises? You know, where people gift something like a two-course dinner…………..” Duncan Batard was only half listening to Erin’s ideas as he studied her gorgeous young figure and wondering how to get her out of her clothing. “…………..Maybe fun, child-friendly stuff in the first half, then after children's bedtimes the more grown-up things children wouldn't be interested in…………And it might be fun to do it after the last ferry has stopped for the winter, as a sort of compensation? What do you think?"



The wheels began to turn in Duncan’s devious mind. “Yes Erin that sound perfect I shall organize a committee.” Duncan Batard paused, You could be our Mistress of ceremony and present the gifts to be auctioned.” Yes gifts to be offered Batard mused. Auctioning off the charming Miss Erin Nicely clothing, and then her gorgeous young body would bring in the funds he desired but also begin the real reason why he had hired her. Let her help organize her school fete, but it would be the evening and her sale that would be the high point of the fete.



It was three weeks till the ferry was to close and the little Island was busy making plans for the school fete. The day of the fete had gone well and there was one last event, the adult Promise Auction. Batard met Erin behind stage at the town community center. He was anxious to see what she had chosen to wear, though she would not be in it very long. Once he got her on stage and the other gifts had been auctioned then Duncan mention that Erin had won a bikini contest last summer and would they like to see how she had looked. The fun would begin from there.



The crowd howled there approval. “Erin you can’t disappoint the people think of the school,…………the children,…………Funds we could raise if we auction off your clothing.” He made the scandalous proposal as if it was the most natural thing to asked. If Erin said she would do it then great. If she said no then they would stripper anyway and then bid on who would be to first to bed the young beauty. Damn Batard hoped Erin would say yes for he longed to see her reaction when he started to auction off her bra and panties.

 

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Erin was truly shocked at Mr. Batard's suggestion. Shocked that he should even think of parading her on stage in just her underwear, in front of the whole town, whole island possibly, in just her underwear; even more shocked that he should announce it in front of the audience so that she was under pressure to comply.

She stared, open-mouthed, then responding to the wave of noise from the large audience, glanced into the crowd and saw their overwhelming enthusiasm, as if they'd just been offered the best, most priceless auction gift possible.

She was torn and conflicted. Clearly, she couldn't agree to it. It wasn't right. Totally inappropriate. Her reputation would be in tatters; everyone would know. How could she hope to hold any respect if she went through with it?

And yet, she had indeed won a bikini contest only a year ago and still looked as good now as she had then. And how different was her underwear from that bikini? She was wearing black satin french knickers over a black silk thong which gave her plenty more cover than a bikini ever did, and her matching black satin camisole over the half-cup lacy bra was a good combination together. There was no way they'd expect her to part with any of those so really she was quite safe. And she could always just pass it off as being a game girl, doing her bit but remaining discreetly covered.

Since it was a sort of gala evening she'd worn black holdup stockings and black three-inch heels to complement the three-quarter black cocktail dress she'd bought online just before the last ferry.

"I think you should set a hefty reserve on each piece just t make sure we raise a decent sum. If I'm going through with this, it has to be worth it. For the sake of the children."

Had she just given her agreement? A sinking feeling deep inside her met the look of approval she got from Mr.Batard, and from the noisy delight of the audience.

What was she getting herself into?

 

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Duncan Batard could see the range of emotions paly out in Erin’s expressive soft eyes. Shock, indecision, worry, confliction, and finally resignation at his suggestion that they auction off her clothing until she stood before the gathering in just her bra and Panties as if it was the bikini she was wearing last summer. Duncan stepped up behind Erin and whispered, “Step forward to the middle of the stage so the bidders can get a good view of you Erin………..so we can make the most for the fundraiser and the children.



Duncan Batard was toying with the young brunette teacher’s desires to do her best for her students. On stage it would be hard to refuse. The stunning young beauty turned to Batard and softly said, "I think you should set a hefty reserve on each piece just to make sure we raise a decent sum. If I'm going through with this, it has to be worth it. For the sake of the children." Duncan Batard stood there for just a moment before answering Erin’s concern. “I quite agree Erin, a hefty premium will be set my dear.”



A bright lite shown down on Erin as she now stood in a pool of soft white light. “Shall we begin the auction for the last items. Shall we say £50 For Miss Erin Nicely’ s black cocktail dress. The bid quickly reached £80 pounds. “Slod to the gentleman for £80. Pounds” The bidding continued as each item of Erin’s clothing was auctioned off, the total coming to £600 pounds. Erin was left standing in nothing but her panties and bra. Batard had even auctioned off the young teacher’s shoes and stockings.



Duncan Batard whispered to Erin “Do a little pirouette for the boys after all we made a lot for the school fund Erin.” After Erin made her little pirouette Duncan held up his hands for salience. “I would like to thank you all for being so generous this evening gentlemen. Lets give our Mistress of ceremonies a hand hand……….” When the applause died down Batard continued “……………What am I bid for Miss Nicely’ s bra and panties!”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Erin only heard part of what Mr. Batard said. As he announced "What am I bid for Miss Nicely's bra ..." the audience had erupted. If they'd been noisy before, now they were deafening. Literally. Because she could hear nothing else, just the roar of a hungry crowd. She knew that however wrong this was, there was no way to disappoint the crowd and survive. They knew what they wanted, had been offered it, were going to get it one way or another.

Did she try to salvage her reputation and honour by fighting, fleeing, resisting, and having to face the consequences of disappointing, consequences of possible injury, termination, having to survive homeless and jobless while trapped on an island despised by everyone for putting herself first?

Or did she try to own it, make it her own, use it for the benefit at least of the school?

"Oh, Mr. Batard!" she said sternly into the sudden silence, aware that all eyes were now on her, awaiting her reaction. "My bra? That's going a bit far, don't you think?" she glanced at the people in the audience, one eyebrow raised, getting the inevitable response that showed what they thought, that it certainly wasn't going too far. She waved them into silence; they could tell she had more to say.

"But, if that's what it takes to raise sufficient money for the school, I think a bra is worth at least 200 pounds as a starting bid!"

She half turned to face both Mr. Batard and the crowd, hoping that this would be enough, that it would finally stop when she was topless, that she could gracefully exit the stage and hide and cover herself up. This really was going too far, but hopefully, she could laugh it off. Lots of women went topless on holiday, this was just a different context. She was fairly sure she could cope and that tomorrow everything would be back to how it had been.

 

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The look on young Erin’s face was adorable when Duncan Batard announced that the next item to be auctioned “off” was to be her little black lacey bra. That look she gave him was priceless, as the young teacher questioned Duncan, "Oh, Mr. Batard!" Erin said sternly into the sudden baited silence that had descended on the gathered crowd as they waited in anticipation. Erin had to be acutely aware that all eyes were now on her, awaiting her reaction. "My bra? That's going a bit far, don't you think?"



Duncan Batard had trapped the gorgeous young teacher neatly. If she refused the crowd was likely to take matters into their own hands. One way or another it was likely that Erin was losing her bra. Batard merely smiled and arched an eyebrow, as if to question Erin, which shall it be. He watched as the young brunette held up her hands for silence. "But, if that's what it takes to raise sufficient money for the school, I think a bra is worth at least 200 pounds as a starting bid!"



The crowd applauded their approval. “The starting bid for Miss Erin Nicely’ s bra will be £200 pounds.” The bidding was slower because of the high reserve price set for the young teacher's bra. The silence lingered then from the back of the hall came a rough voice, “£250 pounds. The bidding was between two men and the price for Erin’s little lacey bra rose to £375 pounds. The silenced lingered a moment as bidding stalled, and tension built, then again that rough voice bid £390 pounds. “Is there any advance on £390 pounds……..do I hear £400 pounds…….£390 pounds going once…….£390 going twice…….Sold for £390 pounds.”




Her bra sold Erin half turned to face both Mr. Batard and the crowd, as she slipped her little lacey black bra from her shoulders. There was a low mummer of discontent that spread through the room as Erin’s position only gave a partial view of her firm young breasts. “Erin don’t be shy give them a good view of your gorgeous figure.” Batard coaxed her to be bolder.



Batard had watched Erin all evening through the auction of each item of her clothing. At each item he saw her balk, but in the end she did as she was asked. Could it be that Miss Erin Nicely was a sweet little submissive by nature? Duncan Batard decided to push young Erin further. “What am I offered for Miss Nicely’ s panties, there will be a reserve of £400 pounds” .

 

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Erin just gawked at Mr. Batard, completely forgetting in her shock to cover her naked breasts.

This really was going too far, way too far. How on earth could she spin this as anything other than lewd and unbecoming? In her desperation, she turned to the crowd with her arms out in appeal, hoping they'd agree that this was beyond acceptable, but there was now too much noise with the whistles and cheering and unclear shouts for her to be heard.

She had to stop this, and motioned with her outstretched arms for quiet, inadvertently giving the audience and Mr. Batard an excellent view of how delightfully her boobs could jiggle. It took a lot of gesturing on her part to finally get quiet.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, I think everyone has had a great evening and we've raised a lot for the school, but someone up here is getting chilly," -Erin was suddenly aware of how pointy and puckered her naked nipples had become- "but really Mr.Batard! 400 pounds for my last stitch of clothing? I'm shocked!"

She had put her foot down, put a stop to this pageant, called a halt, salvaged her dignity, reasserted her authority as the island's teacher. This was where it ended, though she'd still need to find something to cover herself with backstage. But at least the shameful indignity was over, though she still had one more duty to perform as the MC of the proceedings.

 

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The look on Erin’s angelic face showed her shock and disbelief that Duncan Batard had announced that her thong was to be auctioned as well. The young teacher In her desperation turned to the crowd with her arms out in appeal, hoping they'd agree that this was beyond acceptable, but there was too much noise for her to be heard. It was clear Erin had to stop this, and motioned with her outstretched arms for quiet, inadvertently giving the audience and Mr. Batard an excellent view of her delightfully firm young breasts and how they could jiggle. It took some time on her part to finally get quiet. Duncan Batard drank in the expression on her youthful face , Erin’s desperate motioning for silence and delightful little display of her breasts, he could not wait to see Erin in all her youthful naked glory.


"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, I think everyone has had a great evening and we've raised a lot for the school, but someone up here is getting chilly," Erin was desperately trying to call and end to the auction and find some avenue of escape. Batard saw that the gorgeous young teacher’s little pale pink nipples were already taunt and were puckered. Duncan wondered was it from the chill of the room or was Erin becoming excited. He still believed that this stunning young beauty was by nature a submissive and he had to find out for sure.



"But really Mr. Batard! £400 pounds for my last stitch of clothing? I'm shocked!" She had put er foot down, was trying to put a stop to this obscene pageant, salvaged some of her dignity, and reasserted her authority as the island's teacher. This was where it ended. Duncan Batard smiled and before Erin could understand the mistake, she had just made he seemed to agree with her. “Erin you are quite correct £400 pounds is quite an unacceptable price for your last stich of clothing and for you to have revealed that gorgeous young body of yours to us………… shall we say £700 pounds?”


“The bidding will start at £700 pounds for our delightful young teacher’s thong.” The crowd went wild with their encouragement and approval. Batard whispered to Erin” think of the children Miss Nicely, and all the money you can raise for the school!



This time there was no hesitation as the potential bidders lusted to see Erin naked. “This time the bidding was spirited and rose quickly to £900 pounds. Together just her bra and panties would bring £1,300 pounds. Batard called “£900 pounds going once……..£900 pounds going twice………….Sold for £900 pounds.”



The moment of truth was at hand would Erin surrender her last stich of clothing for her students' needs and the school or would she finally refuse. The crowed seemed to lean closer apparently anxious to see the final piece of Erin's clothing slid from her gorgeous young body. Her sexy little black thong was the last vestige of modesty that had been left to Erin until now.

Duncan Batard watched to see if Erin refused to remove her thong or if he was correct and the stunning young teacher would submit and prove to Duncan Batard that she was indeed was naturally submissive. Yet to be on the safe side Batard whispered, "Just look at their faces Miss Nicely............Erin it would be a shame to disappoint them.............and it might prove to be unwise as well Erin."

 

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Erin did indeed look at their faces, at their body language, at the eager anticipation of the crowd but also a sense of suspense, them wondering perhaps what would actually happen next.

One thing was certain. They'd been promised her total nudity, her naked body to gawk at, and they didn't intend to be denied. Almost as certain was that Mr. Batard was in control, and despite it being him who put her in this obscene position, she needed him to keep the crowd from becoming a rapacious mob. She owed him even though he had become her tormentor.

Her decision was how to play it. She could fight and resist and retain some sense of self-respect just as she'd considered before, but it would be hollow, and becoming the victim might lead to far worse as the crowd sensed weakness and became like a frenzy of sharks smelling blood. Her best course was to do as before, to appear reluctant but to yield, to try and retain some control, some dignity.

They were becoming restless and impatient while she hesitated and thought things through. This wasn't what they wanted, wasn't what someone had just paid for.

Once again, Erin made soothing motions with her hands, resigned to having her bare boobs totally on display but unaware of just how much those boobs gently jiggled and bounced as she calmed the audience, her movements again needing to be repeated for a while until she felt the place was again calm. She didn't try speaking again, not wanting to provoke Mr. Batard into anything worse.

She hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her thong and looked down, and noticed that her shoes had been returned to her, shoes that Mr. Bartard had sold. Perhaps it was a loan, perhaps someone had pity on her, perhaps it was for her walk home. Or perhaps they thought she'd look sexier, naked but in black heels. Whatever the reasoning, she slipped into the pumps.

The audience seemed to like that. That was good. Perhaps she was winning them round.

But her thumbs couldn't just stay where they were. The crowd wanted her naked. Mr. Batard wanted her naked, had manipulated her to get her naked, on stage, in front of the adult population of the town, the island.

Squarely facing the audience she started to move her hands down, drawing the elastic of the thong over her hips until the triangle covering her trimmed dark bush was dragged down as well, and she let her last piece of clothing fall to her ankles. She stepped daintily out of the thong and stooped, knees together, to gather them up and hold the warm scrap of fabric out to Mr.Batard for him to give to the winning bidder.

She stood naked, on display. And she still had the last duty to perform as MC.

 

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Duncan watched as young Miss Erin Nicely once more hesitated to remove the clothing that had just been sold. Batard could almost read the young teacher’s thoughts as she weighed her choices. Yet even before this gorgeous young creature had made her decision Batard knew Erin would do as the crowd and he wanted.



Erin tried to delay the enviable as long as possible. Once again, Erin made soothing motions with her hands, the young teacher was resigned to having her firm young breasts bare, and totally on display, but unaware of just how much her motions gently jiggled and bounced her breasts as she tried to calm the audience, who clearly wanted to see her naked. Once again, the gorgeous young teacher’s movements again, needing to be repeated for a while, as Erin unwittingly put on a sensual little show for them. She didn't try speaking again, not wanting to provoke Mr. Batard into anything worse.



The hall became still, a little murmur was all that could be heard as Erin hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her thong, the moment of truth had arrived, for the young brunette teacher to bear her all to the crowd. Duncan Batard smiled as Erin cast her soft eyes downward, then the stunning young teacher stood squarely facing the audience, she started to move her hands down, drawing the elastic of little black thong over her hips until the triangle covering her trimmed dark bush was dragged down as well, and she let her last piece of clothing fall to her ankles. She stepped daintily out of the thong and stooped, knees together, to gather them up and hold the warm scrap of fabric out to Duncan Batard.



Duncan handed the intimate little black thong to the winning bidder as Erin stood in her little island of harsh white light, naked, in nothing but a pair of black pumps, before the village adult and the Islanders. She was still trapped there as she was the Mistress of Ceremonies, she had to close the school fete as the day came to a conclusion. The woman that had bought Erin's sweet little black cocktail dress was coming up stage from the wings, flowers in her arms, when Duncan Batard snapped a photo of a very naked Miss Erin Nicely in nothing but her black pumps. It took several minutes for the presentation of the flowers, thanking Miss Nicely for being such a “Good Sport”, before Erin could close the fete and escape the lustful eyes of the crowd.



The comforting shadows of backstage cloaked Erin as she searched for something, anything to cover her naked young body. Duncan Batard earlier had made sure that Erin’s search would be futile. “Erin you were wonderful!...........” The superintends' voice was bright and cheery. “………….. You raised a lot of money for the students and the school Erin.” It was if what just happened was quite normal.



“Can I offer you my coat Erin, I would not want you to catch cold my dear and it might be prudent if I walked you home, given how some of the men looked at you………..I would feel better to make sure you got to your cottage safely.” Again, Batard was subtilty maneuvering the young teacher into a position he desired, for he hand plans for the lovely Miss Nicely for rest of the evening.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Erin could find nothing to cover herself with and was forced to accept Mr. Batard's coat, and consequently his Offer to walk her home. She would have preferred to go home on her own but having been so publicly displayed openly naked, she wasn't sure that she could trust all the island's men to leave her unmolested and so an escort was probably wise. But she would also have preferred not to be in the company of Mr. Batard who had so obviously orchestrated the whole thing, the stripping her naked item by item on stage, one piece of clothing at a time until she stood there under the glare of the spotlight in just her skimpy underwear.

That had been bad enough, but then that moment when she realised that her bra was next! That they were going to expose her tits, her nipples, oh my! And the thong, too. An almost inevitable delicious escalation! Disgusting, she meant, disgusting escalation. Standing there in full view stark naked except for her black stiletto heels, forced for the sake of dignity to leave herself uncovered, hands by her sides as if it were perfectly normal for her to be nude next to a fully clothed Mr. Batard, in front of a fully clothed audience.

The presentation of flowers had almost been worse. The lady walking up on stage with the bouquet in her hands, so pleased to be making the presentation on behalf of the island, the town, the school, making her speech of thanks standing next to a nude Erin, beautifully dressed compared with the naked teacher, Mr. Batard taking the obligatory photos of the two of them, Erin smiling and accepting the flowers as if it was okay to be naked on stage. Erin facing the audience and thanking everyone while the lady adjusted Erin's hands and the flowers so that once again her pussy and tits were on show for yet more photographs.

Erin shuddered at her recollections as she slipped into the offered coat, wrapping it around her body and hugging herself.

“Thank you,” she said. What else could she say? And she turned to leave through the back door, Mr. Batard accompanying her.

As soon as they were outside they were met by a group of islanders who gave her a little cheer and clapped as if she were some celebrity performer, and she blushed and hid her face.

She so hoped that she would never have to do anything like that again, being made to strip off all her clothes for the islanders, the only naked person, perhaps in knee-high black boots, made to walk about uncovered, not allowed to put her hands over her bare tits or pussy. Hopefully, that would never happen.

She just wanted to get home and have some privacy.

 

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“Can I offer you my coat Erin, I would not want you to catch cold my dear and it might be prudent if I walked you home, given how some of the men looked at you………..I would feel better to make sure you got to your cottage safely.” Again, Batard was subtilty maneuvering the young teacher into a position he desired, for he hand plans for the lovely Miss Nicely for rest of the evening.



Erin began the long walk from the Community Center to her isolated little cottage on the edge of the village In the company of Jules Batard the man who had maneuvered Erin into preforming the sensual striptease in front of the islanders. When they existed the Community Center a group of Islanders broke into applause once more thanking Erin for being such a “Good Sport” in her efforts in raising funds for the school. The fact that all her clothes had been auctioned off leaving her standing before them in all her youthful naked glory did not seem to raise an eyebrow.



As they walked in silence Duncan Batard watched Erin out of the corner of his eye. Was that a blissful little smile that bowed Erin’s full ripe lips, a maidenly blush. She had done everything, if reluctantly, he had demanded of her this evening. Duncan was convinced Miss Erin Nicely was a submissive wither she knew it or not. After their long silent walk, they arrived at Erin’s cottage. “I’ll just come in Erin to get my coat my dear……………….I am sure you do not wish to strip off in public again this evening.”



Batard followed the young teacher into her cottage. He stood between her and the door. “My coat Erin………Just let it drop from your shoulders dear.” The look in Duncan Batard’s eyes told the gorgeous young teacher exactly what was on his mind. “I have some very interesting pictures of your performance this evening they are really quite good Erin. Yet I fear if they somehow fell into the hands of the County Board of Education …………”



Duncan Batard’s vialed threat was quite clear he wanted Erin naked once more. His lips boldly brushed Erin’s then stepped back, he continued. “I am looking forward to getting to know you more intimately this evening Erin………….The coat my dear, let it slide from your shoulders and come to me Erin!” There was a soft yet commanding tone to Batard’s voice it was time to find out for sure if Miss Erin Nicely was a submissive.



“Do you prefer the missionary position when a guy fucks you or do you like to straddle him as you fuck Erin?” Batard had intentionally been crude, to see the young teacher’s reaction. “ I like it when the girl straddles me so I can see her breasts jiggle and roll her nipples under my thumbs…………. The coat Erin……Now!”

 

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Erin blushed deeply, both at the vulgar question and at the imperiousness of his demands for her coat. His coat, rather. He wasn't letting her go put something on first, but wanted naked again. And threatening her with the photos.

What could she do? She was lost for words. Literally. Tongue-tied. Silent. At a loss for anything to say.

At the barked, now! she jumped and dropped the coat to the floor, naked again but at least now in her own home. But the lights of the cottage were on and the drapes were still open. It had been daylight when she'd left.

She wondered if his lewd question was just to unsettle her, to demonstrate that he could make her have sex if he wanted, or whether it was a prelude to him fucking her. Presumably with her nipples held between thumb and finger while he forced her to ride him, straddle him and use her thighs and hips, fucking and fucking until orgasm. She was breathing heavily, panting almost, bare breasts rising and falling. It had been a while since she'd made love, had sex, fucked. She didn't want to, didn't need to, wouldn't. He surely wouldn't insist, wouldn't make her, wouldn't command her.

But the photos. Of her nude on stage at a school event. It wasn't even a private thing. Her career would be over. She would be shamed, barred for life. And if he again barked now! how could she say no?

Maybe if she agreed to it just this once then that would be enough, it would be over.

"Straddle can work?" she muttered, regretting it as soon as she said it.

 

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How sweet Erin looked as she blushed the most adorable shade of pink from the tip of her little button nose, perhaps to tips of her toes, well he would see once that coat was taken care of. As Duncan made his demand’s young Erin had the look of a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming lorry, frozen, and unable to move as her fate closed in on her. She stood there silently, almost if she were speechless.


“Now Erin!”


Batard smiled as the coat sensually slid from the young brunette teacher's shoulders to cascade down the seductive curves of her gorgeous young body, to pool around her trim little ankles. Once more Erin stood naked before Superintendent Batard. Once more as Erin stood before the man that held her fate and future in his hands she seemed to weight her choices. Yet like so many times before Erin submitted to him.


"Straddle can work?" she softly muttered. Duncan could see that Erin regretted it as soon as she had said it.



“A very wise decision Erin. Now come here girl and kneel before me as I undress.” He knew the girl was trapped and she had few options and no place to run to, now that the ferries had stopped running for the winter. He slowly removed his clothing. His body was hard muscular, form a life on the fishing boats. A tattoo of a dragon peered over his shoulder and seemed to be looking at the stunning young teacher with lust in its eyes.



How as naked as Erin was, his ridged cock brushed the young teacher's lips. “I assume you know how to ready a man to fuck that gorgeous body of yours Erin, with those sweet lips of yours.” Again Duncan Batard was pushing Erin, and commanding her, of what he expected of her.

 

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Erin didn't have a choice, did she?

Those photographs. Though she hadn't actually seen them yet. Did they really exist? Yes, Mr. Batard had seemed to take photos, plenty of them, but had they worked? Was the stage lighting good enough? Perhaps the glare of the spotlight, illuminating her naked body centre stage in front of the big audience, had made the contrast too great for the camera? Perhaps the display of her gloriously naked body had been wasted? No, not wasted, that wasn't what she meant. Not at all! Perhaps after all, there were no actual photographs identifying her as the stripped nude school teacher exposed naked in front of the town, tits and pussy on show for all to see, forced into shameless exhibitionism.

That would mean that she didn't have to submit now, would be spared her first taste of cock in, oh, she couldn't remember how long. Her first fuck in simply ages. She could resist, push back, make him force her. No, she meant not let him force her. She was becoming confused, his masculine scent, his muscled body, his engorged erection so close to her face. All she had to do was extend her tongue and she'd taste it. It had been such a long time.

Erin was breathing hard again, but she forced herself to get a grip, to let her mind take control.

"How do I know that you really have compromising pictures? What if they didn't work?"

She looked up into his eyes from her kneeling position, her lips brushing the end of his gently bouncing cock as she spoke. She wanted to see the photos, see if she could be identified, see how she looked, see how good she looked, see if they really were good enough to force her into doing what she wanted, no, what he wanted, what he wanted. Oh, she was getting very confused. She forced herself to stick to her demands.

"I need to see the photos!"

 

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Duncan Batard watched the kneeling young brunette teacher, damn but she was gorgeous. His cock grew even harder just thinking about fucking Erin, using her, damn he would be the first to have her. Duncan notice that young Miss Nicety’s breathing was getting rapid, perhaps she was become aroused as her fate closed in around her. Then Batard noticed a change in Erin’s posture.



"How do I know that you really have compromising pictures? What if they didn't work?"



So the girl had spirit, he liked that. Yet Erin remained submissively kneeling. Batard loved the feel of her lips as they brushed the tip of his cock as she spoke. He drew his belt from his pants and made a loop of it. “So, you want to see the pictures Erin………” He held the looped belt before the stunning young teacher. “…………..Be very still my dear we do not want you doing something foolish now, do we.”



Duncan Batard slipped the looped belt over Erin’s head, a makeshift collar and leash, and reluctantly drew the young beauty to her feet. Duncan led Erin to his discarded clothing to retrieve his cell phone. All it took was a few clicks for the photos to appear and there was Erin standing on stage in all her naked glory. Yet that was not the only picture of Erin but merely the last in the series. A series that showed Erin stripping in front of a gathered crowd that appeared to be cheering.



“Are you satisfied with their content and clarity Miss Nicely?...............You can see the girl in the photos is clearly you…………..I believe you were on you keens Erin…………..I am sure I do not have to remind you what is expected of you my dear.”



Duncan smiled wickedly as he let the belt slip from his hand, the tag end hanging between the scent valley of Erin’s firm young breasts. She wanted proof and now the gorgeous young brunette had it.