Serial - School Life Part 2

You go to return to your desk but she beckons you forward with a 'come here' motion from her index finger.  She points in front of her desk where she was now sitting.  “Come, stand here boy.”

Wow, she was serious about this boy thing.  You go and stand in front of her, leaving a good few feet between you and the desk.  She chuckles.  “Closer, I won't bite.”  The way she was smiling you weren't so sure.

You take a step forward, now only a foot from her desk.  Her clear vibrant hazel eyes look you up and they look you down.  Your imagination was running wild.  You were pretty sure you were here for sex with what she'd said and how she'd been looking at you.  Ms Davenport must be some sort of sexual predator, and you were more than happy to be the prey.

As her eyes drink you in like a cool glass of water your hopes are sky high.  You straighten up and put on your best smile.  As she looked you over you could sense she was thinking, calculating.  Occasionally her eyes would dart to a certain part of your body then run up along it, almost measuring you out.  “Turn around.”  She orders. You do as she asks.  Staring at the back of the room you stand in silence as she checks out your backside.  “Bend over.”  

“Ma'am?”  You say in disbelief.

“Bend over or leave.”  She states flatly.

You are obedient, bending over at the hip, hands on your legs.  Again, silence.  Your heart was pounding.

“Stand up.  Face me again.”  She commands.  You do so.

She finally leans back and nods, seemingly satisfied with what she had seen.  “My, my, my.  You ARE a pretty little thing aren't you.”  You blush, your smile widening at her interest in you.  Folding her hands just under her breasts she says.  “Bring me the bust of Aphrodite.  Set it here on my desk.”

The strange request hits you unprepared, you stand there a moment before finally replying.  “What?  The...the bust?  Oh...uh, sure, if you want Ms Davenport.  Yeah...”

“Just Yes Ms Davenport or Yes Ma'am.”  She corrects you sternly.

“Oh...okay.  Yes Ma'am.”  You nod.  Okay, she liked to be in charge.  You were okay with that.  “I...I think you're pretty too by the way.”  You grin bashfully.

“Pretty?  Just pretty?  I'm a grown woman boy.  Pretty is for young girls and little boys like you.”  She glares.  “You better work on that vocabulary...you little FUCKING cunt boy.”

You stand stunned.  She was crossing all sorts of lines modern teachers shouldn't be crossing.  You weren't used to this sort of treatment.  You should leave.  You should probably report her or something.  That was verbal abuse.

She arches an eyebrow.  “I'm waiting.”

Her order, the bust!  Thoughts of leaving flit from your mind and you snap to it.  “Oh!  Yes Ma'am.”  

You turn back toward the class and look around.  There were a total of thirteen busts around the room.  Six lining each wall along the long counters and one at the base of the room as you walked in.  Which one had she asked for again...shit.  Athena?  No...Aphrodite.  Thank god she asked for a familiar one.  That one you knew well because it had tits.  It was the one bust you'd sometimes look too when your mind would wander in class.  You'd just stare at those alabaster white titties and daydream.  You proudly walk up to it, demonstrating your knowledge.  You look it over for a time.  Like the rest it was big, roughly life sized.  It looked expensive and heavy.  It included a square stand, short pillar, topped by the goddess's breasts, shoulders, and head.  It's arms cut off just below the shoulders, those would provide good handles.  As you wrap your arms around it, the hard pointed breasts pressing into your chest, Ms Davenport begins to speak.

“So...I was looking over your file last night.”  She informs you.  “It made for interesting reading.”

Looking over your shoulder look at her quizzically.  Read your file?  Just last night?  You realize this wasn't a random last minute thing, keeping you after class like this.  You'd been chosen.  Part of a plan.  You weren't sure if that was good or bad.

She continues.  “Your marks were barely passing.  Not one single teacher gave you a positive referral.  And your disciplinary record!  Peeping on girls in a change room locker, peeping on the football team...”  You blush furiously, you remembered that day well.  You'd gotten the shit beat out of you after that.  She continues.  “...cheating on tests, attempts at bribing teachers, faking sick notes to avoid gym class, masturbating in the library, lying...lots and lots of lying.  It's a miracle they even let you into Primcrest.  This really is Last Chance High for you.”

She was correct on all counts of course.  You suddenly feel this whole thing wasn't what you thought it was.  Guilt and regret stir inside of you.  “Uhhh...”  Is all you can manage.

“Bring me the bust.  Why are you stopping?”  She snaps.

You turn your attention back to the statue.  An uneasiness growing.  You do what you are told though.  You hug the bust to you and lift it from the counter.  It wasn't as heavy as it looked, being a replica, but for a small guy like you it was plenty heavy enough.  Trying mightily not to show any signs of strain or effort you straighten up and begin to carry it up front.

She continues.  “You've done yourself a disservice boy.  Your honor is the one thing in this world no one can take from you, and you squandered it on foolishness.  Until you reclaim it you'll never be a man.”  Her hazel eyes glare at you with a cool intensity.  “Your word is worth less than nothing now.  No one will trust you or believe you even if it's important.  You did that to yourself boy.”

You grimace and grunt.  The statue was proving to be quite the challenge to move and what you thought was about to be a hot teacher-student tryst was turning into a lesson on morals.  You are happy to reach her desk, as you go to set it down she puts up a hand.  “Wait.  Just a moment.”

You look at her as your arms begin to shake.

Her beautiful smile returns as she watches you struggle.  “That's heavy for you, isn't it?”

You straighten up and put on your best fake neutral expression.  “Nah, just slippery is all.”  You lie.

Her grin fades.  “Tell the truth boy.  I move these around all the time, I don't have nearly this much trouble.  I think I'm stronger than you, what do you think?”

“No.  It's just...”  You could feel a sheen of sweat on your brow, the shaking in your arms now moving to your back and legs.  Your arms now screaming at you and giving out.  God, you couldn't hold it much longer.  This thing must cost a fortune, you'd get in so much trouble.  You groan.  “I'm...I'm gonna drop it...”

“Is it heavy?  Am I stronger than you?”  She says in a loud firm voice. “Tell the truth!”

In desperation you nod.  “Yes!  It's really heavy!  I'm not as strong as you!”

Her smile returns.  “Set it down boy.”  You plonk it on her desk a little too roughly, your tired arms fall limply to your sides.  “My goodness you really aren't very strong.”  She chuckles.  “Even most of the girls do better than that.”

You are blushing, your head down in embarrassment.  Great, now even the teachers were making fun of you.  Although...she didn't seem to be quite teasing you, she almost seemed pleased at your sad performance.  You still felt belittled though.  

“May I go Ma'am?”  You ask in a quiet voice.

She shakes her head.  “No, you may not.  Come here, stand beside me.”

With a sigh of defeat you step around to stand beside her.  With her closer left hand she reaches around behind you and begins to stroke your right buttock.  Cupping it firmly.  Your eyes widen, she'd gotten your attention again.  She gives your ass a squeeze as she licks her lips, her eyes focus on your crotch then gradually up to your face.  She slowly shakes her head and lets out a “mmmm mmmm” noise like one might after tasting something particularly delicious.  Your see-sawing mind was now telling you that sex was back on the menu.  Happy days!  She was weird as hell and some sort of dominatrix or something, but you wanted her more than ever.

“Kneel down.”  She orders.  After a second's hesitation you do so, kneeling beside her like a loyal canine.  From here you see her big round derriere fills her chair from arm to arm, her hips sticking out the sides.  She points a finger at you.  “Suck it.”  Another line crossed, she didn't seem to give a fuck.  She seemed supremely confident in her power over you.

There is a long quiet moment as the pair of you stare at each other.  She knew you'd do it, you knew you'd do it, but you had to pretend to resist...for some reason.  Finally you reach up to take her hand.  She shakes her head, she didn't want you to touch her.  You instead lean forward, hands on your knees, and wrap your lips around her finger.

She nods.  “Just the tip.”  You...begin sucking, like a baby on a bottle.  You didn't know how else to do it.  You note her nails are kept well trimmed and short.  Her expression softens as she looks on with approval.  As she watches you she says.  “I take a special interest in pretty boys and girls that require...extra attention.  I've taken an interest in you.  You need it more than most.  Do you want my special attention boy?”

You nod in the affirmative.  Her good looks and dominant personality having cast their spell on you once more.  “Of course you do.”  She pulls her finger from your mouth.  “You may go now.”  She says with a wave of her hand.

“What?  No, not yet.”  You plead.

Her eyes narrow.

“Sorry, uh, Yes Ma'am.”  You snap to attention and scurry toward your desk.  You put on your school uniform jacket and pick up your book bag.  She had gotten up and taken the bust from her desk, true to her word she was handling it with much more ease than you had.

“Boy.”  She says as she carries it back to its spot.

“Yes Ma'am?”  You turn to look at her hopefully.

“Don't wear underwear tomorrow.”  She states, calm and cool as can be.  She gently sets down the statue and carefully positions it.

“Yes Ms Davenport.”  You nod, not even really registering the outrageous request before agreeing to it.

“See you tomorrow boy.”  She says as she looks over her shoulder at you with a satisfied grin.

“See you tomorrow Ms Davenport.”  You smile back.

Part 3