Erotic Story - The New Headmistress - Part Two
The following story is for adults only and should not be read by or shown to anyone aged under eighteen. All characters in my stories are over the age of eighteen and above the age of consent As with most of my stories it is F/F, so if that isn’t to your taste please don’t waste your time.
The Story is in two parts, so it makes sense to read part one first
Part Two
The games session was well in progress, the sixth form sluts squealed excitedly as they ran back and forth on the hockey pitch. The light grey gymslips flicked up pleasingly as they ran and stooped to give tantalising glimpses of upper thigh and navy blue knickers. Of strong muscular thighs and firm rounded buttocks, taut and silky. Their ample breasts jiggled delightfully within the tight restrains of their blouses to add another pussy twitching dimension to the wonderful scene. The ones with the long, over- the-knee socks appealed greatly, the gap of bare thigh between the tops and the hems of the gym-slips held a horny fascination all of their own. The others though, with their socks rolled down around their ankles showing their long, lean legs producing mental images of them bound and struggling. With their hair tied back in either ponytails or in pigtails all of the maturing sluts held a childish look of innocence despite their beautifully developed bodies. It was difficult indeed to decide and to draw up a short list; all of the sluts were lovely, some more than others.
Best of all though was the fact that they knew, they were aware of her standing watching and they played it to the full. The little sluts would pose and strut, offering their bodies in profile and sticking their chests out, bending and stooping more than was necessary simply to display themselves to her. Like the little slut that sat to tie her shoelace, she positioned herself with her legs toward her, her knees drawn up and parted deliberately to show the dark gusset of her knickers to Miss Black. They were whores, teasing little harlots that were becoming aware of their sexuality, their bodies and sexual needs awakening and she intended to aid them every step of the way.
Her pussy ached beneath her skirt as she made her selection, much as she would like, she couldn't possibly play with them all. Only the ripest, the most likely and the most tempting would go on her list to begin with and then, as the year progressed, who could tell? Perhaps she might just get to make every single one of the sluts squeal in pain, to revel in the heady feelings as their sweet little pussies and backsides were being violated. At that thought the headmistress pushed her hands deeper down into her skirt, rubbed her knickers and groaned her need for the dirty little bitches flaunting themselves before her.
At precisely eight o'clock she arrived at the young teacher's cottage door, knocked and waited impatiently for her to answer, tapping her foot and sighing loudly. The cottage wasn't that large and she could now only be hesitating or double-checking her appearance before answering the door, either way it reinforced the fact that she was nervous and wary of her, that pleased Miss Black very much.
As the door opened she was most pleasantly surprised, the bitch had gone to much trouble to dress and present herself for her and the results were stunning. Her hair had been styled with care to the way she liked, her face was made up and blood red lipstick, glossy and sensual, coated her full lips. A tight and long sleeved blouse hugged her slim waist and pulled harshly over her thrusting breasts with three buttons open at the neck to give the faintest hint of the beginning of her firm cleavage. The skirt was tight and short, finishing mid way up her slender thighs to show the beginnings of the tops of her black stockings. The woman bathed in her obvious delight, beaming back a smile as Miss Black’s eyes roamed her body greedily. That smile dropped from her face as the headmistress pushed past her and stepped into her lounge without speaking. She in turn eyed nervously the long thin can she carried in her hand as she closed and locked the door.
"Stand here," she commanded in a firm and masterly tone. The headmistress pointed with the cane to the spot on the floor that she required her to move to and waited as the woman meekly complied.
"Shoulders back, head up and chin out," Miss Black snapped in irritation.
A little involuntary gasp escaped the young teacher's lips and she straightened her body as ordered.
"You want to learn, is that right?"
"Yes," she said a little too eagerly.
She broke a grin and leaned close to bring her face close to the pretty teacher’s ear, a move designed to intimidate and to threaten.
"Your instruction begins tonight then, learn well my teasing little slut for I am a most demanding taskmistress when imparting knowledge."
She paused and moved around to the teacher’s front, standing close and commandingly before the smaller woman. Her tongue licked over her lips greedily and her eyes searched the open neck of her blouse lustfully. Her tone was now one of teaching and assessment.
"You like to be controlled, is that right?"
She tried to speak, her lips moved but no words came.
"Answer me!" she shouted angrily.
The teacher jumped at the suddenness and venom with which her words were delivered.
"Yes," she stated nervously and flicked her eyes up momentarily to gauge the depth of her anger.
Miss Black paused and her smile broadened to a knowing grin.
"I thought so. You like to be ordered around and instructed to fulfil menial tasks, is that right?"
She nodded her agreement.
"Does it excite you sexually to be manipulated?"
"Yes," she croaked in a nervous little voice.
She paused again, watching the woman blush at her admission that she was subservient. She experienced shame at admitting that she became aroused by being controlled.
"Did you enjoy the spanking I gave you earlier today?"
The teacher swallowed and half-nodded.
"It was embarrassing," she squeaked hesitantly, "particularly within the school."
"Did you or did you not?" she raved impatiently, her face flushing in anger at the teacher’s inability to give her a direct answer.
"Yes," she almost shouted back in her nervousness.
The headmistress stood silently, furthering her command over her and revelling in her trembling fear of her.
"Learning comes in many forms and punishment always follows failures to comply fully with my instructions," she cautioned.
The young teacher nodded her acceptance, her wide eyes staring up at her and filled with worshipping awe.
"I will train you, teach and guide you, all you have to do is absorb that knowledge and comply with everything that I tell you to do. Is that clear?"
Again the woman nodded, her reply was little more than a soft whisper.
"Yes," she said.
Miss Black nodded and grunted her acceptance.
"Undo the next few buttons on your blouse, show your breasts to me bitch."
Again the teacher gasped, her words, the insults and the demeaning way she was treating her struck accord deep within her.
Slowly her hands came up to her blouse, hesitating tantalisingly at the join at the front. Her fingers trembled, shaking in her nervousness and excitement; the long red-painted fingernails eased the buttons slowly open to part the front of her blouse. As the two halves of her blouse were pulled open the full beauty of her firm breasts was revealed, the silky swelling orbs pushed up and together by the little lace black bra to form a tight cleft of most appealing cleavage. She stood passively as Miss Black ogled her mounds, her eyes seemed to bore down through into her body so intense was her interest in them.
When she spoke again her voice was thick with arousal, her throat dry and her need was great, it was portrayed in the way her voice cracked.
"The first lesson and the subject tonight is posture. Correct posture will increase your commanding air and help to build a confidence in you that others will recognise and respect. Remove your blouse and skirt now slut."
It took a moment for her last instruction to register in the young teacher’s brain; the woman only began to comply as Miss Black’s threatening body movement prompted her to do so. Under her scrutinising stare she slipped the blouse off her shoulders and threw it aside, instantly her fingers moved to release the catch on the waistband of her skirt and it slipped down her body to crumple around her ankles.
She stood now in just her underwear and black hold-up stockings, the sensual black lace and thin wispy nylon contrasting wonderfully against her pale creamy skin. The thin black bra strap across her back and shoulders formed a most appealing little harness that restrained her breasts, the black three-quarter cups constricting the swelling orbs most delightfully. At the back, the single thin thread of her lace knickers pulled harshly down between the cleft of her buttocks, separating them into two most tempting firm mounds of desire.
The headmistress drooled over the swelling mounds as she moved around behind her and to her side; she delighted in the way the teacher gave an involuntary little shiver of fearful expectation.
"What are you?" she demanded.
The teacher turned her head to look at her questioningly.
"Why, a teacher of course."
Suddenly the teacher’s hips jerked forward under the impact, her back arching as the thin cane stung across the taut mounds of her buttocks.The thwack of the cane on her skin resounded around the otherwise silent room and she cried out as the burning pain seeped deeply down into her flesh.
"You are a slut!" Miss Black raved loudly, "a teasing slut that is worthy only of being abused and used."
She didn't reply but rubbed with both hands at the angry red welt forming on her buttocks.
"Stand still," she shouted, "hands by your sides and head up."
She complied, arching her back and standing like a soldier at attention. Her body jolted under the next cruel lash of the cane that stung at the top of her buttocks, slicing down from above to cut painfully across both cheeks at the same time. The woman began to cry, tears ran down her cheeks, streaking her mascara in long black lines.
The cane sliced hard in again and again.
Thwack.
What are you?"
Thwack.
"Aaaah! A school teacher," she uttered defiantly.
Swish - thwack.
"What are you?" she repeated.
The woman hung her head and sobbed, her shoulders heaving as she cried her submission. Her head hung down and the volume of her sobbing became louder, her body jolting under the impact of each hard lash. Her backside had turned into reddish-mauve bruising under the brutal lashing. Finally she broke, blurting out her words in an effort to avoid further punishment.
"A slut Miss. I'm a worthless slut."
Thwack.
"That you are, bitch."
Thwack.
"And a whore."
"Yes Miss, a whore and a slut but please...ouch!"
At last she relented and paused, her throbbing pussy aching uncomfortably against the insides of her own skirt. The headmistress was panting hard in her excitement, her face flushed and eyes blazing sexual need.
"Take the rest of your clothes off slut but leave the shoes on."
The teacher bore the sting of the cane on the outsides of her thighs, the ceaseless cutting lashing continued as she removed her bra and then slipped her knickers down to her ankles. She kicked them aside and then once again stood to attention as was required of her, whilst Miss Black beat at her thighs alternately. Naked and proud, she flinched more now as the burning pain warmed her outer thighs and radiated down into her muscles.
Sadie Black could sense her excitement through the pain, it added to her own to raise the level of sexually charged thrill higher still. The bitch was building, heading toward a massive orgasm as she stood naked and crying whilst she beat her. She had been right in her judgement of her, she was every bit a slut but better still, she was a totally submissive slut.
"Walk," she commanded and lashed at the backs of her legs.
The pretty teacher began walking, in long loping strides with her head up and back straight. She proudly displayed her body, her jiggling breasts and rolling hips, the fact that her hairy covered pussy was now fully on display seemed to add to her own excitement.
"Turn," she instructed.
The teacher did so, facing her now and shuddering as the waves of pre-orgasm gripped at her insides. The woman tottered unsteadily, her eyes half-closing as her climax rushed toward her. The savagely hard swipes with the cane to her already bruised and beaten backside seemed now to have little effect on her, sexual pleasure overcoming even pain. Her legs tensed, slowing her walking, and stiffening her thighs to seem as though she wanted to pee. She gave a great sigh as the thunderous jolts of pre-orgasm gripped her and she cried out. Her head threw back and her hips thrust forward, the woman screamed as she came. She stood as she was, her naked body jerked and convulsed like a puppet on strings as the tremors tore through her.
The effect that the sight of her in orgasm had on the headmistress was profound and thrilling. She dropped the cane and ripped at her own clothing in heated urgency to free her surprise. In two strides Sadie Black was behind her, pressing a huge hard strap on into the warm firm cleft of her buttocks. One hand gripped her hair and pulled her head back onto her shoulder, the other hand circled around her front to cup her pussy and to rub frantically at her hard tiny clitoris.
The young teacher cried out as she was lifted onto tiptoe, the head of Sadie Black’s strap on slipped up between the backs of her thighs and up into her wet pussy from the rear. Her whole body was bucked and jolted upward as she lunged frantically into her, ramming her thick dildo hard into the teacher’s body and slamming her hips hard against her buttocks in her urgency. The young teacher was battered and buffeted, forced again and again up onto tiptoe as her huge dildo slid back and forth inside her wet, warm pussy. She cried out on each inward thrust as the head of her toy rammed far up toward her cervix in a brutal race to relieve the need inside her. The woman screamed as the pounding became more frantic; Miss Black’s own orgasm approaching seemed to increase her strength and passion. The teacher’s hair felt as though it would be ripped from her head under the powerful grip and the crushing fingers on her delicate clitoris was bordering on total pain.
They danced around the floor, her little naked body pummelled upward unmercifully from behind by the force of Miss Black’s thrusts, her screams were loud and pitiful as she endured the ferocious assault.
At last Miss Black tensed and came, squirting her copious juices all over the teacher’s youthful body, emptying her love juices and pee totally onto her first conquest. The headmistress groaned aloud in pleasure as she slowed her movements and relaxed to release every last drop of her love juice and pee onto her. Her vice-like grip on her relaxed and when finished, she eased the huge strap on out of her and pushed her away like a cast-off rag. She then used the teacher’s blouse to wipe her well used dildo clean and threw it at her as a sign of her displeasure.
"Lesson number two is next Wednesday evening at the same time and you will perform much better than you did tonight, as you will be learning to swallow " her voice dropped to a low and threatening tone. "Or suffer for it you most certainly will."
Sadie Black left her, curled up on the floor, naked and sobbing her misery into the carpet, the young teacher bringing herself to many more orgasms that night just imagining what more was to come.
The Story is in two parts, so it makes sense to read part one first
Part Two
The games session was well in progress, the sixth form sluts squealed excitedly as they ran back and forth on the hockey pitch. The light grey gymslips flicked up pleasingly as they ran and stooped to give tantalising glimpses of upper thigh and navy blue knickers. Of strong muscular thighs and firm rounded buttocks, taut and silky. Their ample breasts jiggled delightfully within the tight restrains of their blouses to add another pussy twitching dimension to the wonderful scene. The ones with the long, over- the-knee socks appealed greatly, the gap of bare thigh between the tops and the hems of the gym-slips held a horny fascination all of their own. The others though, with their socks rolled down around their ankles showing their long, lean legs producing mental images of them bound and struggling. With their hair tied back in either ponytails or in pigtails all of the maturing sluts held a childish look of innocence despite their beautifully developed bodies. It was difficult indeed to decide and to draw up a short list; all of the sluts were lovely, some more than others.
Best of all though was the fact that they knew, they were aware of her standing watching and they played it to the full. The little sluts would pose and strut, offering their bodies in profile and sticking their chests out, bending and stooping more than was necessary simply to display themselves to her. Like the little slut that sat to tie her shoelace, she positioned herself with her legs toward her, her knees drawn up and parted deliberately to show the dark gusset of her knickers to Miss Black. They were whores, teasing little harlots that were becoming aware of their sexuality, their bodies and sexual needs awakening and she intended to aid them every step of the way.
Her pussy ached beneath her skirt as she made her selection, much as she would like, she couldn't possibly play with them all. Only the ripest, the most likely and the most tempting would go on her list to begin with and then, as the year progressed, who could tell? Perhaps she might just get to make every single one of the sluts squeal in pain, to revel in the heady feelings as their sweet little pussies and backsides were being violated. At that thought the headmistress pushed her hands deeper down into her skirt, rubbed her knickers and groaned her need for the dirty little bitches flaunting themselves before her.
At precisely eight o'clock she arrived at the young teacher's cottage door, knocked and waited impatiently for her to answer, tapping her foot and sighing loudly. The cottage wasn't that large and she could now only be hesitating or double-checking her appearance before answering the door, either way it reinforced the fact that she was nervous and wary of her, that pleased Miss Black very much.
As the door opened she was most pleasantly surprised, the bitch had gone to much trouble to dress and present herself for her and the results were stunning. Her hair had been styled with care to the way she liked, her face was made up and blood red lipstick, glossy and sensual, coated her full lips. A tight and long sleeved blouse hugged her slim waist and pulled harshly over her thrusting breasts with three buttons open at the neck to give the faintest hint of the beginning of her firm cleavage. The skirt was tight and short, finishing mid way up her slender thighs to show the beginnings of the tops of her black stockings. The woman bathed in her obvious delight, beaming back a smile as Miss Black’s eyes roamed her body greedily. That smile dropped from her face as the headmistress pushed past her and stepped into her lounge without speaking. She in turn eyed nervously the long thin can she carried in her hand as she closed and locked the door.
"Stand here," she commanded in a firm and masterly tone. The headmistress pointed with the cane to the spot on the floor that she required her to move to and waited as the woman meekly complied.
"Shoulders back, head up and chin out," Miss Black snapped in irritation.
A little involuntary gasp escaped the young teacher's lips and she straightened her body as ordered.
"You want to learn, is that right?"
"Yes," she said a little too eagerly.
She broke a grin and leaned close to bring her face close to the pretty teacher’s ear, a move designed to intimidate and to threaten.
"Your instruction begins tonight then, learn well my teasing little slut for I am a most demanding taskmistress when imparting knowledge."
She paused and moved around to the teacher’s front, standing close and commandingly before the smaller woman. Her tongue licked over her lips greedily and her eyes searched the open neck of her blouse lustfully. Her tone was now one of teaching and assessment.
"You like to be controlled, is that right?"
She tried to speak, her lips moved but no words came.
"Answer me!" she shouted angrily.
The teacher jumped at the suddenness and venom with which her words were delivered.
"Yes," she stated nervously and flicked her eyes up momentarily to gauge the depth of her anger.
Miss Black paused and her smile broadened to a knowing grin.
"I thought so. You like to be ordered around and instructed to fulfil menial tasks, is that right?"
She nodded her agreement.
"Does it excite you sexually to be manipulated?"
"Yes," she croaked in a nervous little voice.
She paused again, watching the woman blush at her admission that she was subservient. She experienced shame at admitting that she became aroused by being controlled.
"Did you enjoy the spanking I gave you earlier today?"
The teacher swallowed and half-nodded.
"It was embarrassing," she squeaked hesitantly, "particularly within the school."
"Did you or did you not?" she raved impatiently, her face flushing in anger at the teacher’s inability to give her a direct answer.
"Yes," she almost shouted back in her nervousness.
The headmistress stood silently, furthering her command over her and revelling in her trembling fear of her.
"Learning comes in many forms and punishment always follows failures to comply fully with my instructions," she cautioned.
The young teacher nodded her acceptance, her wide eyes staring up at her and filled with worshipping awe.
"I will train you, teach and guide you, all you have to do is absorb that knowledge and comply with everything that I tell you to do. Is that clear?"
Again the woman nodded, her reply was little more than a soft whisper.
"Yes," she said.
Miss Black nodded and grunted her acceptance.
"Undo the next few buttons on your blouse, show your breasts to me bitch."
Again the teacher gasped, her words, the insults and the demeaning way she was treating her struck accord deep within her.
Slowly her hands came up to her blouse, hesitating tantalisingly at the join at the front. Her fingers trembled, shaking in her nervousness and excitement; the long red-painted fingernails eased the buttons slowly open to part the front of her blouse. As the two halves of her blouse were pulled open the full beauty of her firm breasts was revealed, the silky swelling orbs pushed up and together by the little lace black bra to form a tight cleft of most appealing cleavage. She stood passively as Miss Black ogled her mounds, her eyes seemed to bore down through into her body so intense was her interest in them.
When she spoke again her voice was thick with arousal, her throat dry and her need was great, it was portrayed in the way her voice cracked.
"The first lesson and the subject tonight is posture. Correct posture will increase your commanding air and help to build a confidence in you that others will recognise and respect. Remove your blouse and skirt now slut."
It took a moment for her last instruction to register in the young teacher’s brain; the woman only began to comply as Miss Black’s threatening body movement prompted her to do so. Under her scrutinising stare she slipped the blouse off her shoulders and threw it aside, instantly her fingers moved to release the catch on the waistband of her skirt and it slipped down her body to crumple around her ankles.
She stood now in just her underwear and black hold-up stockings, the sensual black lace and thin wispy nylon contrasting wonderfully against her pale creamy skin. The thin black bra strap across her back and shoulders formed a most appealing little harness that restrained her breasts, the black three-quarter cups constricting the swelling orbs most delightfully. At the back, the single thin thread of her lace knickers pulled harshly down between the cleft of her buttocks, separating them into two most tempting firm mounds of desire.
The headmistress drooled over the swelling mounds as she moved around behind her and to her side; she delighted in the way the teacher gave an involuntary little shiver of fearful expectation.
"What are you?" she demanded.
The teacher turned her head to look at her questioningly.
"Why, a teacher of course."
Suddenly the teacher’s hips jerked forward under the impact, her back arching as the thin cane stung across the taut mounds of her buttocks.The thwack of the cane on her skin resounded around the otherwise silent room and she cried out as the burning pain seeped deeply down into her flesh.
"You are a slut!" Miss Black raved loudly, "a teasing slut that is worthy only of being abused and used."
She didn't reply but rubbed with both hands at the angry red welt forming on her buttocks.
"Stand still," she shouted, "hands by your sides and head up."
She complied, arching her back and standing like a soldier at attention. Her body jolted under the next cruel lash of the cane that stung at the top of her buttocks, slicing down from above to cut painfully across both cheeks at the same time. The woman began to cry, tears ran down her cheeks, streaking her mascara in long black lines.
The cane sliced hard in again and again.
Thwack.
What are you?"
Thwack.
"Aaaah! A school teacher," she uttered defiantly.
Swish - thwack.
"What are you?" she repeated.
The woman hung her head and sobbed, her shoulders heaving as she cried her submission. Her head hung down and the volume of her sobbing became louder, her body jolting under the impact of each hard lash. Her backside had turned into reddish-mauve bruising under the brutal lashing. Finally she broke, blurting out her words in an effort to avoid further punishment.
"A slut Miss. I'm a worthless slut."
Thwack.
"That you are, bitch."
Thwack.
"And a whore."
"Yes Miss, a whore and a slut but please...ouch!"
At last she relented and paused, her throbbing pussy aching uncomfortably against the insides of her own skirt. The headmistress was panting hard in her excitement, her face flushed and eyes blazing sexual need.
"Take the rest of your clothes off slut but leave the shoes on."
The teacher bore the sting of the cane on the outsides of her thighs, the ceaseless cutting lashing continued as she removed her bra and then slipped her knickers down to her ankles. She kicked them aside and then once again stood to attention as was required of her, whilst Miss Black beat at her thighs alternately. Naked and proud, she flinched more now as the burning pain warmed her outer thighs and radiated down into her muscles.
Sadie Black could sense her excitement through the pain, it added to her own to raise the level of sexually charged thrill higher still. The bitch was building, heading toward a massive orgasm as she stood naked and crying whilst she beat her. She had been right in her judgement of her, she was every bit a slut but better still, she was a totally submissive slut.
"Walk," she commanded and lashed at the backs of her legs.
The pretty teacher began walking, in long loping strides with her head up and back straight. She proudly displayed her body, her jiggling breasts and rolling hips, the fact that her hairy covered pussy was now fully on display seemed to add to her own excitement.
"Turn," she instructed.
The teacher did so, facing her now and shuddering as the waves of pre-orgasm gripped at her insides. The woman tottered unsteadily, her eyes half-closing as her climax rushed toward her. The savagely hard swipes with the cane to her already bruised and beaten backside seemed now to have little effect on her, sexual pleasure overcoming even pain. Her legs tensed, slowing her walking, and stiffening her thighs to seem as though she wanted to pee. She gave a great sigh as the thunderous jolts of pre-orgasm gripped her and she cried out. Her head threw back and her hips thrust forward, the woman screamed as she came. She stood as she was, her naked body jerked and convulsed like a puppet on strings as the tremors tore through her.
The effect that the sight of her in orgasm had on the headmistress was profound and thrilling. She dropped the cane and ripped at her own clothing in heated urgency to free her surprise. In two strides Sadie Black was behind her, pressing a huge hard strap on into the warm firm cleft of her buttocks. One hand gripped her hair and pulled her head back onto her shoulder, the other hand circled around her front to cup her pussy and to rub frantically at her hard tiny clitoris.
The young teacher cried out as she was lifted onto tiptoe, the head of Sadie Black’s strap on slipped up between the backs of her thighs and up into her wet pussy from the rear. Her whole body was bucked and jolted upward as she lunged frantically into her, ramming her thick dildo hard into the teacher’s body and slamming her hips hard against her buttocks in her urgency. The young teacher was battered and buffeted, forced again and again up onto tiptoe as her huge dildo slid back and forth inside her wet, warm pussy. She cried out on each inward thrust as the head of her toy rammed far up toward her cervix in a brutal race to relieve the need inside her. The woman screamed as the pounding became more frantic; Miss Black’s own orgasm approaching seemed to increase her strength and passion. The teacher’s hair felt as though it would be ripped from her head under the powerful grip and the crushing fingers on her delicate clitoris was bordering on total pain.
They danced around the floor, her little naked body pummelled upward unmercifully from behind by the force of Miss Black’s thrusts, her screams were loud and pitiful as she endured the ferocious assault.
At last Miss Black tensed and came, squirting her copious juices all over the teacher’s youthful body, emptying her love juices and pee totally onto her first conquest. The headmistress groaned aloud in pleasure as she slowed her movements and relaxed to release every last drop of her love juice and pee onto her. Her vice-like grip on her relaxed and when finished, she eased the huge strap on out of her and pushed her away like a cast-off rag. She then used the teacher’s blouse to wipe her well used dildo clean and threw it at her as a sign of her displeasure.
"Lesson number two is next Wednesday evening at the same time and you will perform much better than you did tonight, as you will be learning to swallow " her voice dropped to a low and threatening tone. "Or suffer for it you most certainly will."
Sadie Black left her, curled up on the floor, naked and sobbing her misery into the carpet, the young teacher bringing herself to many more orgasms that night just imagining what more was to come.
