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Collected by Djian
F/f, humil, D/s
From: Jane Parks (janeparkshot@yahoo.com)
Subject: {ASSM} Sub teachers
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Submissive Teacher's Humiliation 2
by: Jane Parks
f/F, humil.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. None of the
characters or events herein are based on real people, either
living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS
ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not
an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do
not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you
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state, or federal law.
My humble gratitude to Thumb, and Parker, and all those other
master story-tellers who have written so evocatively on this
topic.
Seventeen-year-old Gina Ingalls opened the
classroom door and eagerly pushed her teacher
and new subby, Gail Sanderson, out into the
hall. As they neared the Headmistress's
office, they could hear muffled sounds. There
were loud female voices followed by high-
pitched squeals and screams. These were
punctuated by occasional sharp reports like
fire crackers going off.
"Stand here quietly, Gail baby. I want to
listen for a minute to see what's going on."
From the other side of the door to
Headmistress Margaret's office, Gina heard
things that made her own itchy vagina spasm.
"You're nothing but a big fat sow, aren't you,
Pattie."
CRACK
"Owwwwweeeeeeee"
CRACK
"Yes, Headmistress Margaret. I'm nothing but
a big fat sow."
"That's right, Pattie. And what is the only
thing you're good for."
CRACK
"Eeeeeeeeeaaaaaaa. Please Headmistress
Margaret; please don't hit me any more with
the cane. It really huuuuurts. Please."
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK
"Omigoddddddd, owwwwwwwww"
CRACK
"And what are you good for."
"Nothing but what you tell me, Headmistress
Margaret."
"That's correct, you big fat Pattiesow. And
don't you ever forget it."
"She better not or we'll beat her fat ass
until she can't sit down for a month."
Gina recognized the second voice as that of
Ms. Bently, another one of her teachers at
Cardinal Academy.
"You better be glad we devote so much
attention to you, Pattie. You are going to be
so well trained when we get through preparing
you for your role as our fat sow sex toy."
"Thank you, Mistress Anne," Pattie sobbed out
in what sounded to Gina like near mortal
terror. Gina grinned.
"And if we tell you to eat out our pussies,
you'll do it, won't you Pattiesow."
CRACK
"Owwwww, Yes, Headmistress Margaret. I'll do
it."
"And if we tell you to lick our assholes,
you'll do it, won't you, you nasty subby
slut."
CRACK
"Owwwww, Yes, Headmistress Margaret."
"And if we tell you to eat out all the girls
in your class one by one, you'll do that too,
won't you Pattiesow."
CRACK
"Owwwww, Yes, Headmistress Margaret.
"And if we tell you to suck on some nasty man
dick we have waiting around for a slutty fat
bitch just like you, you'll do it, won't you
Pattie sow."
CRACK
"Owwwww, Yes, Headmistress Margaret. I'll do
it. I'll suck any dick you tell me to."
"And if we tell you to suck dog dick, you'll
do that too, won't you Pattie sow."
CRACK
"Owwwww, Yes, Headmistress Margaret. I'll do
it. I'll even suck dog dick if you tell me
to."
Pattie could barely speak by now; she was
crying so hard.
"And if we tell you to drink dog piss, you'll
do that, too, won't you, Pattie sow."
"Yes, Mistress Anne," Pattie wailed. "I'll
even drink dog piss for you."
"And if we tell you to eat little doggie
turds, you better do that too; right."
"Yes, Headmistress Margaret."
Pattie was absolutely hysterical from the
caning and the horrid things she had agreed
to.
CRACK
"Omigod, omigod, omigoddddd. Please, please
stop caning me, Headmistress Margaret.
Please. I'll be good. I promise I will."
"That's my good little sow sluttie. You
better be good or this little touching up I'm
giving you right now will seem like a day at
the picnic."
Sensing a pause in the action, Gina said, "Ok
Gail baby; lets you and me go in and see if we
can get Headmistress Margaret to train you as
good as she has this Pattie, whoever she is."
Gail pulled back from the door so that Gina
had to grab her wrist to hold her.
"No. No. Please, Gail. I'll do whatever you
tell me to, but, I don't want Headmistress
Margaret to even know about it. And I really
don't want to be hurt like that."
Gina slapped her teacher across the face.
"Who cares what you want. I want to see what
this is all about, and you're coming with me.
Understand?"
Gina punctuated her sentence with another slap
to her submissive teacher's face.
Gail sagged against her student's restraining
hand. She had no choice in the matter and she
knew it.
Gina knocked loudly on Headmistress Margaret's
office door. There was a slight pause, and
Gina heard whispering inside.
Then Headmistress Margaret opened the door a
crack and looked out into the hall to see who
was knocking on her door so late in the
afternoon.
She saw a rather smug Gina Ingalls, a student
whom she knew quite well by sight, holding the
wrist of a very crestfallen Gail Sanderson,
one of her teachers for whom she had had a yen
for quite some time. Itching to discover what
this all meant, Headmistress Margaret opened
the door all the way. The tall, statuesque
headmistress was dressed in a severely cut
short black dress that displayed almost all of
her long, slender legs and emphasized her
ample breasts.
"What do you want, Gina," Headmistress
Margaret completely ignored Gail and directed
her inquiry to the person who was obviously in
charge.
Gina smiled up at the school's headmistress, a
wicked gleam in her eye.
"We heard all the noise coming from your
office as we were walking down the hall. I
thought that perhaps you could help me train
my little subby teacher, Gail to be as
obedient as that Pattie person you have inside
there is."
Headmistress Margaret's eyes opened wide in
amazement. Then she smiled broadly.
"Is Ms. Sanderson really your little subby
slut, Gail?"
Gail smiled even more broadly.
"Yes, Ma'am. As of just a few minutes ago."
Headmistress Margaret looked over at the
totally humiliated teacher standing next to
Gina."
"Well, Gail. Is that true. Are you really
Gina's little subby sex toy?"
Gail Sanderson lifted her head just enough to
make fleeting eye contact with her boss.
"Yes, ma'am. I've wanted to belong to Gina
since she came into my classroom, and now I
do."
Headmistress Margaret chuckled deep in her
throat.
"Well, Gina. Perhaps I can help you train the
little slut correctly. Come in."
Headmistress Margaret opened her office door
wide to allow Gail and Gina to enter. The
sight that met Gina's eyes as she entered
Headmistress Margaret's office was simply
entrancing to her .
Headmistress Margaret ambled over to the front
of her big wooden desk. Draped across the
desk, a naked and portly Pattie Bartlett lay
face down. Even though her face was contorted
in a rictus of agony and humiliation, Gina
immediately recognized her immediately as one
of her teachers from Cardinal Academy.
Pattie's arms were stretched out to the sides
of the desk where her wrists were affixed with
tight leather cords. She was totally
immobilized owing to the fact that her large,
flabby breasts were strapped down to the desk
with long bungee cords attached to cruel
nipple clamps. Pattie's big, fat, elephant
butt showed a number of angry red lines where
Headmistress Margaret had beat her with a
long, vicious looking wooden cane that she now
dangled coyly from her right hand.
At the head of the desk stood Anne Bently.
Gina had been correct when she recognized her
teacher's voice. Her sexy black thong panties
lay on the floor beside her, and her short
pleated skirt was hiked up above her waist to
allow the trussed up Pattie complete access to
slurp and smooch around her soppy vulva.
Ms. Bently looked over at Gina and Gail and
she comprehended immediately who was in
charge.
"Did you bring me a present, Gina dear?"
"I sure did, Ms. Bently. Gail baby here isn't
well trained yet. I just acquired her today,
you see. But she's ready to serve. Aren't
you Gail baby?"
Gail's subservient sex-hungry mind was by now
so awash in salacious anticipation that she
almost forgot to answer.
"Yes, Mistress Gina."
"Well, get her over here, Gina. I have been
lusting after this snivly little piece of cunt
ever since Headmistress Margaret hired her
three years ago. And I just can't wait to
have her long, sweet tongue all the way up my
twat."
"Do you hear me, Gail Sanderson. I want a
twat kiss from you, little girl. And I mean I
want it right now!"
Gail, completely overcome by her longing to
submit, immediately fell to the floor and
crawled over to where Anne Bently sat with her
legs spread. She gazed longingly up the
length of her colleague's shapely legs to her
smooth as a baby crotch.
"Yes dear, I make Pattie here shave my snatch
for me every week now. I want to feel every
little bump on her tongue when she licks me.
And I want to feel every little bump on your
tongue too, honey pie. So you better do me
good or else I'll strap you across this desk
like our Pattie here and ask dear Headmistress
Margaret to give you a dose of the whippy
cane."
Gail needed no further encouragement. Her
vagina was clenching and unclenching and
little drops of mucus were wetting her labia.
Her tongue literally ached to be inside Anne's
slit. She was obsessed with the thought of
just how good her colleague would taste.
She raised her head up between Anne's legs and
tasted her slick pussy. Anne's musk was
strong from her tormenting of Pattie and her
sex taste was redolent with the pungency of a
recent urination. Anne's vaginal lips were
all slicky sticky and drenched in woman juice.
Gail licked and lapped all around Anne's
crotch, from her large, engorged stiff clit
all the way back to her brown little rosette.
"Ummmmmmmh, ummmmmmmmmm. Now, that's a good
little girl, Gail. Lick me all up. Get your
tongue deep in the pudding."
Gail continued to service her colleague as the
other females looked on, her long pink tongue
fluttering around Anne's pudenda like a
butterfly. Then she jabbed it deep into the
yawning slit.
"Well Gina; you're certainly right," Anne
signed. "Our little Gail here isn't very
skillful yet, but she really does want to lick
a pussy."
Gina was very happy to be thus complemented by
her teracher. So was Gail, who continued to
lap at her colleague's drippy slit until Anne
screamed down at her.
"Now stick that slutty tongue of yours all the
way inside my cunt, you nasty little woman cum
licker, you."
Gail more-than-happily complied with this
order. She jabbed and stabbed her stiff
tongue way inside Anne's, pussy, thrilling to
the taste of the secretions her ministrations
were causing to flow. Her submissive mind was
joyous as she continued dutifully to service
her colleague.
No longer did Gail attempt to retreat from her
addiction to submissive sex, nor even wonder
at why she had fallen so far. Now, she wanted
only to serve. That was enough.
Very soon after Gail had been ordered to
service her, Anne happily flew over the climax
cliff, screaming out her lust as Headmistress
Margaret brought her whippy cane down again
and again on Pattie's already red butt cheeks.
Pattie's screams of anguish descanted Anne
Bently's squeals of released carnal passion.
"Wow. She really got me off, the cum hungry
slut," said Anne when she finally came back to
herself a few minutes later. "She's really
going to be so easy to train."
Gail wriggled salaciously at the complement
and licked around the sensitive hollows of
Anne's knees in appreciation.
"Let's see how really well she's trained,"
said Headmistress Margaret from across the
desk. "Make her eat out old sow slit here."
"Kewl," Gina smirked down at her new subby
teacher. "Come on over here behind your
little teacher friend and snuzzle her snatch
for her. I'm sure she'll just love it."
Gail didn't give Gina's order a second
thought. She dutifully crawled behind Pattie
and raised her face level with her colleague's
corpulent butt. Headmistress Margaret grabbed
Gail's hair and held her firmly to Pattie's
rump.
"Go on, Gail baby. Lick the porky bitch; lick
right in her crack," Gina ordered sternly.
Gail tentatively stuck out her tongue and ran
it slowly along the strip of pouty woman flesh
between Pattie's distended clitoris and her
large brown pucker. Pattie sniffled and gave
a little jerk in reaction to Gail's lewd
advances.
"Ah come on, Gail baby. Stop teasing her and
get down to the real licking."
Gail flushed with hot embarrassment, but she
thrust her face even further into Patti's
fleshy crotch. The hot, musky smell of her
colleague's pudendum began having a salacious
effect on the submissive teacher. She became
hungrier and hungrier, licking and slurping
away with all her might.
Suddenly, Gail felt a flash of breeze just
above her head.
SMACK
"You better keep your head down, Gail, and
your slavey little tongue engaged in what its
doing while I touch Patti up just a little.
Pain and pleasure together; that's the
ticket."
Headmistress Margaret hauled off and delivered
another agonizing smack to Patti's butt.
SMACK
"Ahhhhhhhhhh, Omigoddddddd. Please don't;
please, please don't"
Pattie's cries only made Headmistress Margaret
chuckle.
"She sings just like a little canary, doesn't
she," Anne laughed as she pulled hard on her
colleague's ears and held Patti's face tight
to her crotch.
"If you don't get back to licking my puss,
Pattiekins, Headmistress Margaret is going to
beat the hide off you."
"And as for you, Gail," exhorted Headmistress
Margaret as she took her stance for another
swing of the whippy cane, "you better keep
licking away down there or I'll sure as hell
make you trade places with Patti sow."
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK
"Omigod, omigod; please, please stop."
Hearing Patti's full throated screams
convinced Gail beyond any doubt that she was
better off by far staying right where she was
and continuing to slurp her colleague's
crotch.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK
Pattie continued to scream hysterically, the
noise only slightly muffled by the fact that
Anne was holding her head firmly in place
against her crotch.
Headmistress Margaret continued to lay on
Pattie's elephant butt with a will and the
poor, abused teacher continued to scream her
lungs out.
Suddenly, Gail felt a hot jet of uncontrolled
Pattie pee shoot into her mouth. She did the
only thing she could do under the
circumstances; she swallowed the pungent
stream and continued to lick as her Mistress
had commanded her to do. The utter
humiliation of having to drink Pattie's urine
while the miserable and hysterical teacher was
being flogged by her Headmistress set Gail's
vagina to dripping like a faucet. Gail had to
face the fact that she was becoming a
thoroughgoing submissive slut.
Sitting cross legged on the floor across from
where Gail was munching Pattie's muff, Gina
noticed a little golden dribble drooling out
of the side of her subby teacher slut's mouth.
"Wow, Headmistress Margaret. You just beat
the piss right out of her."
"That's nothing, Gina dear. Sometime I'll let
you watch me beat the shit out of her;
literally."
"Kewl."
After a while, Headmistress Margaret took a
break from her tiring flogging duties, sat
herself primly on the edge of her desk, and
lit a cigarette.
Pattie continued to cry and moan in abject
pain and despair. Every time the poor woman
attempted to shift positions, the cruel nipple
clamps bit into her sensitive flesh.
Gina sensed that now was a good opportunity to
ask the obvious question that had been
flashing around in her brain ever since she
and Gail had been allowed to enter
Headmistress Margaret's office.
"So how did you acquire your power over Ms.
Bartlett; I mean Pattie?"
Headmistress Margaret distractedly rubbed her
free hand around on Pattie's welt-striped butt
as if she were exploring a new animal she had
just bought. Then she brought her hand down
in a stinging spank.
Pattie shrieked out in searing anguish, then
resumed her crying and moaning, as before.
Headmistress Margaret just smiled.
"Well Gina, it came to our attention right
before Christmas break that old Sow puss here
had developed what can only be called a
serious case of the hots for one of her
students; Phylis Burke."
"I know Phylis," exclaimed Gina. "We're in
Pattie's history class together. That girl's
a real fox."
Gina remembered Phylis Burke as a tall,
willowy, sexy looking 17-year-old junior who
had inspired her own lustful interest on more
than one occasion.
"Yeah, can you imagine someone as sexually
appealing as Phylis even giving Pattie sow
here a second glance?"
Anne and Headmistress Margaret laughed
together heartily over the concept. Hearing
their scornful words about her, Pattie cried
all the harder. Headmistress Margaret
returned her hand to Pattie's butt and began
molesting the crack between her expansive
cheeks, jabbing her index finger all around
the brown rosette. Anne took up the story of
Pattie's downfall.
"Anyways, a bad case of the hornys got the
better of our Pattie here, and she
indiscreetly made a little move on Phylis one
day after class, and, of course, Phylis ratted
her out to Headmistress Margaret."
"Yes; and I told her to play along with
Pattie's sick nasty advances and to act as if
she reciprocated little sow butt's sexual
interest in her," Headmistress Margaret
giggled like a schoolgirl while she continued
probing around Pattie's butt hole with her
extended finger and occasionally scratching it
with her long fingernail.
"So over Christmas break," Anne took up the
story again, "we set up a little love nest
trap over at the Moonview Motel, and got the
whole nasty little episode down on videotape."
"Yes; Phylis snaked Pattie on over there like
a pro and then she really put old sow slut
through her paces, didn't she Pattie puss.
That's when we found out what a real subby
slut you were."
Headmistress Margaret punctuated her question
with a hard hand slap to Pattie's tender butt.
Pattie had started to cry like the end of the
world was at hand as she slumped over
Headmistress Margaret's desk. Gina could not
tell whether the sorrowful woman had even
heard the question or felt the slap.
"She said, 'didn't she, Pattiepuss'." Anne
reached out and slapped her colleague very
hard across the face.
"Yes, Mistress Anne," Pattie sobbed as if her
heart would break at the though of the dire
consequences of her sexual indiscretion.
"Since then, we have let Phylis play her nasty
little dom games with Pattisow a couple more
times; but, not surprisingly, kitty cat Phylis
got bored with Pattie sow early in February
and so now we have her all to ourselves. As
Phylis herself put it so succinctly, 'All that
screaming and begging just gets on your nerves
after awhile'."
"But, we older women have a higher tolerance
level for screaming and begging from our
little subbies than most young women today.
You see, we showed Pattie the love nest video
one night right after school started in
January, and she knows absolutely that we will
send it to the local police unless she does
exactly what we tell her. Isn't that right,
Pattie."
Pattie continued to cry, but she knew enough
to nod her head in agreement.
"Yes, Headmistress Margaret."
"Oh stop blubbering, you fat sow,"
Headmistress Margaret rose from her sitting
position and punctuated her order with two
hard smacks of the wooden cane across Pattie's
broad and well tenderized beam.
Another squirt of errant Pattie piss gurgled
into Gail's mouth, but the subservient teacher
slut just kept on slurping away between her
colleagues flabby thighs.
On orders, Pattie went back to licking Anne's
slit. She did such a commendable job that
soon the young woman began bucking her crotch
against the portly teacher's upturned face.
"Go ahead and let her have about six good ones
across the backs of her fat thighs to
encourage the slutty bitch to make me cumcum
with that sow slut mouth of hers."
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, Oh GOD, GOD, GOD, GOD,
GOD, it hurrrrrrrrrrrrrts."
"Get that pig face back in my snatch, bitch,
or she'll give you six more."
Pattie sobbed her heart out, but did as she
was ordered.
"Yesssssssss," Anne screamed a few seconds
later as a powerful climax overcame her.
"Yesssssss, yessssssss, yessssssssss,"
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
Headmistress Margaret laid on three final
blows of the cane for good measure right
across the flare of Pattie's well-abused butt.
Pattie squealed and squealed. As she tried to
pull away; but the biting nipple clamps
restrained her. She flopped around on the
desktop just like a gaffed flounder. Everyone
else in the room save Gail laughed and
laughed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, Omigod, omigod, omigod,
omigod. Please stop, please, please, please."
"Will you do everything we tell you to from
now on without any reservations or do we keep
going."
"I'll do whatever you tell me to. Anything,
anything, anything at all, from now on."
"And if we tell you to lick Mistress Anne's
little 11 year old daughter's puss puss for
her, you'll do that too, won't you Pattie
sow."
"Yes, Headmistress Margaret."
Anne smiled down at her submissive colleague.
"Sarah would just love the fun of making a big
grown up sow slut like you lick her little
snatch. It's real sensitive, and she wriggles
around and giggles all over the place when I
lick her down there. It's just so cute."
Gina wondered if Anne would make Gail lick
Sarah's little puss puss someday. The 17 year
old was certainly agreeable to watching her
teacher sub engaged in so salacious an act,
especially if Sarah were anything at all like
her mother.
"Oh, I just can't wait to see our little
Pattie sow here with her face crammed into
your little girl's snatch, licking away for
all she's worth at her sweet little puss puss
and her cute little butt hole," Headmistress
Margaret giggled, sounding very much like a
schoolgirl herself.
Pattie was totally shattered as she lay on
Headmistress Margaret's desk and sobbed until
there were no more tears left to cry. Her
life was completely ruined and she knew it.
There was no possibility of hope.
After about another ten minutes, some
semblance of order was restored in
Headmistress Margaret's office.
"Hey. Let's take Pattie and Gail over to my
house, Margaret," suggested Anne, as she came
back to herself. "I just know Sarah will be
so glad to meet you both."
"Great idea," Headmistress Margaret agreed.
"Gina, why don't you bring Gail along so Sarah
can meet her."
"Kewl."
Without any further ado, Anne unsnapped the
nipple clamps, untied the leather thongs, and
allowed Pattie to stand slowly back up. Her
large brown ariolas and nipples were red,
stretched, and swollen due to the clamps. Her
elephant butt and the backs of her corpulent
thighs were streaked with red welts from the
recent caning she had received.
Gina took in the sight of Pattie's abused body
and grinned broadly. Perhaps Headmistress
Margaret would let her molest the teacher
someday. Gina had a few really sinister
things she would like to try out, but she
would first have to find out whether Pattie
had any family that would notice it and make
enquiries if the corpulent teacher just
happened to 'disappear' someday.
"Damn, Pattie, cover up that sow body of yours
with this robe before you make me sick," Anne
ordered sternly.
Pattie took the offered robe that was way too
small for her and wrapped it around her large
body as best she could.
"Not very modest, are we."
"Well, she won't have to keep it on for long,
will she," Anne chortled as the little party
left the Headmistress's office for the parking
lot.
When they got to their cars, Headmistress
Margaret said, "lie down in the back seat,
Pattie. I don't want anybody to see you
riding anywhere with me."
"Me neither," said Anne.
"Follow us over to my house, Gina," Anne said
from the driver's side of her car.
"You heard the nice lady, Gail baby."
"Yes, Mistress Gina."
Gail's mind was so filled with anticipation
over what Anne's daughter Sarah would do to
her that she hardly noticed Gina's long,
probing fingers jabbing insistently between
her legs and into her vaginal canal as they
pulled out of the parking lot.
"You know, Gail baby. I can't get enough of
playing with your slutty little pussy hole.
It gets so soppy too, when I play with it,
doesn't it, baby. You know you just love it
when I molest you."
Gail said nothing, but it was all she could do
to keep her eye on Anne's car until they
arrived at her house, what with Gina's fingers
making her pussy itch and burn the way they
did. She just couldn't wait to see what was
in store for her next.
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