Classroom Smother
by Smotherfan

I glanced at the digital clock on my desk, it read Friday 5.10 pm. I was probably the last person in the school other than George the janitor. There was a knock on the door, it was the beginning of my nightmare, not that I realised it then.

I looked up from my desk; Jasmine Carter and Jordan Latimer were standing there.

“YES!” I asked wearily and angrily. It was the end of a long day and the last thing I needed was another run in with these two.

“We need to talk.” Jordan said, slumping in the chair opposite me. Jasmine moved to sit in the window almost behind me.

“There is nothing to talk about. You transgressed the school rules and I have the right to punish you, and that punishment is that you will continue to wear the school uniform for a week after the rest of the sixth form change into casuals.” I was as emphatic and positive as I could manage.

“That’s what we want to talk about.” Jordan started. “We both think that’s it very unfair.”

“WELL I DON’T!” I snapped.

“WELL WE DO!” Jordan snapped back. “It’s just because you’re a frustrated old hag without a boyfriend.

I seethed. Frustrated, yes, no boyfriend, correct, old hag, never. I was twenty six years old and had just been going through a bad time socially since Paul and I had split in the summer.

“Just leave.” I said as quietly as I could. I didn’t want to lose my temper and the more I argued with Jordan then the more likely that became.

“No until you have changed your mind.” Jordan persisted.

“I have no intention of changing my decision; you brought this punishment on yourself. If you had been more discrete…”

“DISCRETE?” Jordan laughed. “I farted, big deal, we all blow gas.”

I didn’t like the way this was going. “There is no discussion, no reprieve. I have made my decision, now good night ladies.”

Jordan lifted herself off the chair and farted again, a long rippling sound. She sat down again with a self satisfied look on her face.

Jasmine giggled.

“You did that deliberately.” I managed to say after a few moments.

“Everyone gets gas, even you Miss, what do you do Miss when you need to fart, bottle it?” Suddenly Jordan was on her feet and leaning across the desk towards me.

I pushed my chair back, just to keep some space between us. “I don’t try and give the world the benefit.” I snapped. “I try to be something that you wouldn’t understand, I’m discrete. Now get out of this office, both of you.”

There was a moment when I thought they were actually going to do just that, but Jordan just turned about and closed the door. I even heard the key turn in the lock.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Like I said Miss, we want you to withdraw the note, this note.” Jordan pushed the single sheet across the room. “All you have to do is withdraw it, write cancelled across it and across Jasmine’s note, no big deal and we’ll be on our way.”

My room wasn’t big and suddenly it seemed very small. I stood up, more to do something than part of any plan. I hadn’t the faintest idea how to deal with this.

The two girls were both about my size, Jordan might have been a couple of kilos heavier, and at seventeen they were near enough fully developed. I had no physical advantages, not that I thought that I needed one.

Jordan was the leader; I guessed that because Jasmine hadn’t said a thing, so I concentrated upon her.

“Just unlock the door and leave; this is only going to get you into more trouble.”

The girls looked at each other. They were both wearing the standard school uniform of dark navy skirt, white blouse and dark navy blazer and finishing off the set they both wore a pair of almost knee length white socks.

If I had been a pervert then seeing two attractive (and they were) young women (which they were) dressed like this would have been the ultimate turn on. Well I wasn’t a pervert but I had real sympathy with them both. It was a ridiculous school rule to require seventeen year olds to continue to wear the uniform. If Jordan had been so blatant in her class disruption and if Jasmine hadn’t so obviously encouraged her, then I’d have support them in any complaint they’d made about the uniform.

Only I had a position to uphold and once a teacher allowed pupil’s liberties then others joined the queue and soon the classroom turned into a unruly mess with only the teacher as a loser.

“If you won’t agree Miss, then we’re gonna need to persuade you.” Jordan said menacingly. She moved to one side of the desk, blocking my escape in that direction. It was only then that I realised that Jasmine had done the same on the other side of the desk. I was trapped and for the first time felt something approaching physical fear.

“This is silly.” I said, taking a step back. As I did that so the two girls stepped towards me. I stepped back again, now with my arms out before me in a vague defensive posture. They repeated their move. I stepped back again and hit wall. There was no where to retreat to.

Seeing this, the two girls stopped; with satisfied smirks on their faces. They stood and waited, waiting for my next move.

I edged left and right, but they just matched me and now I found myself firmly in a corner. I stopped conscious of how deep I was breathing.

“Sign the note.” Jordan repeated.

I was tempted, I really was but at the last moment my pride kicked in. “Just leave.” I said, bracing myself for whatever was going to happen.

I braced myself, but I still wasn’t prepared for what happened next.

Jasmine, cute looking and usually so quiet Jasmine, suddenly delivered a karate kick straight into my belly. One blow and I folded, dropping to my knee’s, clutching my belly, gasping for breath and worse, it hurt.

They were besides me whilst I was still collapsing to my knees. I looked up, my eyes were wet and my vision distorted. I was still hurting when Jordan’s angrily triumphant face appeared an inch from mine.

“YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE!” She shouted into my face, splattering me with spittle.

“Please…” I managed to say before Jasmine grabbed my hair and I was pulled on my hands and knee’s into the middle of the room. I squealed out at the beginning of this nightmare. This couldn’t happen. A teacher couldn’t get assaulted in the middle of a school, they couldn’t and yet that was what was happening. “Please…” I managed to repeat as I was rolled over onto my back and the two girls came stood over me.

Jordan even stepped over my body so that she straddled me. I was still breathing hard and not really focused when she just dropped down onto my tortured stomach. There was no attempt to just sit down; she literally dropped onto my unprepared stomach.

“Ahhhhh!” I gasped and flapped ineffectually in Jordan’s direction. I had literally felt the air been driven out of my lungs and now I gasped desperately to recover.

I couldn’t do anything when Jasmine knelt beside me and captured my flailing hands, pulling them above my head. I didn’t resist, I couldn’t. I just looked into her pale hazel eyes and saw only amusement at my predicament.

“Look at me Miss!” Jordan demanded.

I did so, as much out of fear as anything else. Jordan was just sitting there, as if sitting on her teacher was a normal event. She had her knees down on the floor but as I focused on her. Jordan quite deliberately sat back, drawing her knee’s upwards until her skirt dropped and I could see the crotch of her panties.

“Like the view?” Jordan asked.

With an effort I pulled my eyes away for her crotch and to her face, there the same amused look greeted me.

“I’ll sign the dam notes.” I began. “Just let me up and I’ll sign the dam things.” I wasn’t exactly beaten but I didn’t fancy seeing what they had planned next and I knew that they had a plan; this was all to organised to have just happened. Even before they’d entered my room they had this in mind.

Jordan laughed. “Why thank you Miss, but I’m afraid that it’s gone way beyond you just signing a note. See, even if you do there’s nothing to stop you stitching us up later, so we have to convince you that the best thing in life is keeping us happy. After you’re convinced, then you can sign our forms.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked nervously.

Jordan laughed again. “You said that we had to keep wearing our uniforms, well by the time we have finished even the sight of this uniform will make you’re knee’s tremble.”

I didn’t understand but before I could say anymore Jordan moved up my body, sitting down on my breasts, grinding her behind down on them. It hurt and I squealed again but this time Jasmine’s hand closed over my mouth, muffling the sound.

At sometime she’d pinned my arms beneath her legs and now with her free hands she smothered my cries. She even pinched my nose between her thumb and forefinger and for a brief moment I found myself unable to breath.

“Stop struggling Miss.” Jordan chuckled. “Stop struggling or Jasmine will never let you breath and we all know where that will lead.” As she spoke Jordan inched forwards, easing the pain in my abused breasts but slowly she came nearer and nearer to my face.

Jasmine let go and I could breathe again. I was just drawing in my first recovering breath when I realised just how close to my face that Jordan had come. The hem of her skirt was now across my mouth when she sat down again, with all her weight seemingly on my shoulders. She was almost pinning me down wrestling style.

“Miss, Miss, LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING.” Jordan snapped. She stared down into my gasping, distorted face. “Better, now you have to learn that when I’m speaking then you must always listen. I won’t repeat my instructions and if you get them wrong then you will be punished.”

I didn’t understand a word she was saying. Instructions? Punished? She had to have taken something!

“She doesn’t understand; show her what you mean by punishment.” Jasmine urged.

“Yeah, about time we stopped pissing about and really showed her who is in charge.” Jordan agreed.

I wondered what they were talking about and then Jordan did something and I began to understand what might be in store for me. Lifting herself off me, Jordan shuffled forwards again and then again sat down. Only this time she sat down on my face.

It took me a moment to realise what she’d done and by then I was pinned beneath her body, her private parts pressed against my face and her skirt some kind of temporary tent that enveloped me. I was the thickness of her panties from having her pussy pressed against my face.

The thought drove me to struggle, but two to one are unequal odds and with Jordan sitting on my face I could neither breathe nor get any leverage to throw them from me. Pretty soon I was starting to see stars and there was a rushing in my ears. I started to think that this was it when Jordan raised her ass from my face and blessed air filled my lungs.

The relief was momentary before Jordan’s ass once more claimed my face, spreading across it like a smothering, clinging blanket. I tried not to struggle as resistance was almost certain to be punished but when she didn’t move and I started to smell the musky odour of her sex, I panicked again.

The blow to my stomach would have doubled me up but with Jordan sitting on my face and Jasmine now sitting across my hips, all I could do was twist a little before submitting to their domination. I stopped fighting. It was pointless and I only suffered. So I stopped and lay there whilst Jordan’s pussy gave off stronger and stronger smells and the crotch grew damper and damper.

“Like that?” She cackled, literally cackled. She rubbed herself across my face. “Well Miss, how do I feel, how do I smell, good eh, well get used to it.”

How did it feel? The answer was horrible; Jordan full weight seemed to be resting on my face, crushing me so efficiently that I could only breathe when she let me. How did it smell? Worse; imagine your panties, remember how they smell after a day of you festering, leaking, peeing and then multiply that by an order of ten. It smelt that worse. Finally there was the humiliation; the knowledge that this would only stop when Jordan decided to stop, that I could do nothing beyond accepting my fate.

I was expecting Jasmine to replace Jordan, but amidst the gloating I heard them talk in a matter of fact way.

“Cam you handle her now?” Jasmine asked.

“No problem, she’s beat.” A confident Jordan replied.

“I’ll be off then, okay.” Jasmine answered.

“Sure you don’t want a ride?”

“Naw, just get my note signed and I’ll see you around.”

I felt Jasmine move, the relief of having her off my body surged through me and once more I entertained the hope that Jordan would also leave. That hope rose when Jordan also climbed off me and I could breathe again air not polluted with Jordan’s stink.

They talked in whispers at the door to my room, then Jasmine left, but only after kissing Jordan on the mouth. Any hope that my torture was over was dashed when Jordan locked the door once more and then returned to stand over me.

“Well Miss, it’s just the two of us now, what do you say to that?”

“Let me go, please, please let me go.” I grovelled.

“Go? I haven’t even started you.” Jordan laughed. She turned about, so that she was facing down my body, and then she sat down again, flicking up her skirt Jordan settled her pantied rear on my face.

I struggled, it was natural to do so, but Jordan had all of the advantages. The battle was brief and I guess the outcome never in doubt.

Jordan applied the same tactics as before. She punched me in the stomach, twice, as hard as she could. The school would have heard my scream had not Jordan’s arse absorbed it.

“That’s right BITCH I want your pretty little face right up my arse.” She roared, grabbing my hair as she steered my face between her panty clad buttocks.

I had just one thought as Jordan settled across my mouth, to take a breathe of air before she denied me another. The skirt descended, completing my descent into darkness, but at least I didn’t have to look into her arrogant, sneering face.

All I had to suffer, apart from the humiliation of having a seventeen year old high school girl sitting on my face, was her contemptuous insults.

“BITCH, did I say how comfortable you face is? It could have been made for me. I could sit here for ages; maybe even forget that you need to breathe? Wouldn’t that be funny? Ha-ha! Imagine the headlines ‘BITCH teacher found dead, foul play suspected.” She raised her ass and I drew in a desperately needed breathe but only the one before her ass descended again. “Ssoooo comfortable.” She laughed. “If I’d have known you feel this good I’d have done you months ago.”

Eventually she moved, actually releasing me, to sit in my chair, by way of insult she rested her feet on my stomach.

“You should see your face BITCH, so very red.” She laughed out loud, the noise pealed around the small room.

I just lay there, thankful for the relief and yet waiting for her next move. I just felt so totally exhausted that the thought of escape didn’t enter my head.

The wall clock chimed six times. The fact slowly penetrated my addled brain, six o’clock that was almost an hour after they’d knocked on my door, had Jordan really been smothering me for almost an hour.

Jordan flicked off her shoes; the soles of her socks were black with wear. “I want you to take off my socks and then give my feet some very special attention.” Jordan laughed.

I just stared. I didn’t quite understand her, had she just told me to massage her feet.

“You’re not moving!” Jordan said. “I wasn’t joking; if you want to keep me off your face then you’d better obey me, get the idea?”

I pulled off her socks; her feet were sweaty and frankly smelt. I started to rub them, feeling the sweat rub itself into my hands.

“Kiss them!” Jordan ordered. She was laying back, her eyes half closed. “Kiss them and lick between my toes.” She repeated.

“I can’t!” I whispered.

“You can or I smother you again.” Jordan threatened.

It wasn’t much of a choice, Jordan’s sweaty feet or fanny. I chose the feet and despite wanting to throw up I managed what she ordered. Kissing each foot and then licking each toe until they glistened.

Jordan was in heaven, all the time that I sucked, licked and generally slaved over her feet she laid back, eyes shut and soft moans coming through her closed mouth. If you could ever have an orgasm just from having your feet played with then Jordan was close.

“Is that enough?” I asked eventually.

“What … what… what did you say BITCH?”

“I said is that enough?” I was kneeling before her.

“For now!” She laughed. “Didn’t realise how talented you were with your tongue, I’ll have to think how else I can use that talent.”

I shuddered, I was no innocent. I knew exactly the ways one woman could use her tongue on another, not from experience, but I’d seen the pictures and watched the movies. If Jordan had that planned for me then there was much worse to come.

“You’d like to please me, wouldn’t you BITCH?” Jordan asked me, her tone was almost conversational and she even leant forwards to brush my hair from my face. Having Jordan’s arse on my face was a sweaty affair and my hair was sticking to me.

“I just want to go home!” I whispered my head down. I couldn’t look her in the face.

“Later.” Jordan laughed. “Going home only happens after you’ve earned it. You want to home, don’t you?”

“Yes, please yes.” I was almost begging, grovelling at her feet, but right now I didn’t care. I just wanted to be in the safety of my own apartment, somewhere that Jordan couldn’t go.

“Then all you have to do is earn the right.” Jordan stood up, towering over me. I still kept my eyes to the floor, still trying to avoid eye contact. Jordan’s skirt was suddenly around her ankles and I couldn’t help but look up.

“Thought that would get your attention.” Jordan smirked.

“What?” I gasped. I didn’t finish the question. I knew what was going to happen. All my grovelling about her feet had been in vain. Jordan was going to smother me again, she probably intended to all the time. It was just that I was already to beat to see the obvious.

With one, now clean, foot Jordan pushed me backwards until I was once more lying beneath her as she straddled me. She collapsed slowly until with Jordan kneeling either side of my face I found myself only inches from her sweaty, humming crack, the crotch of her panties looked sodden, almost stained.

Jordan was looking down at me. “You look worried.” She laughed. “What’s wrong, don’t you want me to smother you?”

“Please don’t.” I whimpered.

“Please don’t.” She mimicked. She lowered herself until as she moved so her crotch brushed my face, like this she moved endlessly over my face from chin to forehead and then back again. “Please don’t.” She repeated. “I’LL DO EXACTLY AS I PLEASE WITH YOU, YOU CUNT SNIFFING SLAVE.” Jordan screamed as she almost crushed my face beneath her. ”You have no say in what I do, understand, no say!” Her face was distorted in anger and I retreated, at least inside my head, dreading her next move. “I’m gonna turn you into my personal cunt licking slave, understand that? A slave, you will be mine, body and sole.”

I thought that she was mad but didn’t say anything. Of course with my nose jammed against her pubic bone and my mouth buried beneath her there wasn’t much chance of a conversation.

Jordan was no longer sitting still; her arse was relentlessly grinding across my face, it hurt as her inner thighs were pot marked with the stubble of her last bikini shave. It was either growing back or Jordan wasn’t as fastidious as I was about personal hygiene, either way, each time she slid across my face it hurt. Of course Jordan didn’t know and I knew that if she did, then she wouldn’t have cared. My health or feelings didn’t register in Jordan’s world.

At least I could breathe; Jordan’s constant movement meant she was no longer just smothering me. I snatched the breaths and rejoiced that I was deceiving her. It might have been a small victory but it was all that I had.

Abruptly Jordan stopped moving; she was breathing hard, her face flushed. “You know slave … I’ve been thinking, if I want to cum … then why do I do all the work … after all … that’s what you’re here for, to please me.” She smiled evilly. “I said I’d found a use for that tongue of yours. I’ll be back, don’t go away.” She climbed off me, releasing me from her sweaty prison and even though I was dreading what would happen next I savoured these few moments of freedom. I didn’t even move, I just lay there, waiting for Jordan to return.

Half ways through her dismount Jordan hesitated. She had one legs lifted above me and there it stayed as a slow smile spread across her face. Then deliberately she turned about, setting her arse on my face, steering my face with a casual gesture in between her buttocks.

“I wondered when this would happen.” She laughed, wriggling her butt, trying to drive my nose deeper into her arse crack, only her panties stopped that from happening.

I should have guessed, but my head was filled now with so much mush, I couldn’t even have tied my own shoes.

Jordan settled, she even pulled her ass cheeks apart and then counted down. Ten … nine … eight … seven … six … five … four … three … two … one …BLASTOFF!”

Of course she was preparing to fart and then they came. A loud popping sound as one, no two, three farts came in rapid succession, or maybe it was just one super long one. It didn’t matter, the final humiliation of doing what I’d intended to punish them for finished off what ever resistance I still had.

“Go on slave, get the full benefit. I want to hear you sniffing.”

I did it, God help me but I did it. I drew in the biggest lungful that my nose could supply. Jordan cheered and then for good measure made me do it again, and then she decided to smother me until the smell had dispersed. Of course being Jordan she rapidly thought up another way of humiliating me.

She raised her arse off me, to hover an inch above my face. “Tell me that my farts smell like perfume.” She demanded.

I stared up into her perfectly formed buttocks, the cheeks of her panties straining to conceal them. “Perfume.” I gasped.

“I don’t understand, what’s perfumed?” She waggled her arse dangerously.

“Perfumed, your farts smell like perfume.”

“You are ssoooo right.” She laughed.

I almost expected her to fart again, but instead she moved away, climbing to her feet. She shook herself, her long lustrous copper hair falling free of its ties. When she turned about, she no longer looked like an oversized schoolgirl but a mature and confident woman. As I watched she pulled down her panties, her muff was like her hair, copper red, but thin, not a great dark hairy mass.

She stepped over, straddling my head so that I could see straight up into her cunt. The pink slash of flesh was already open and I could see how lubricated she already was.

“Like the view?” She smirked.

“Yes!” The words leapt from me.

“, That’s very good slave, because it’s going to become very familiar.” She let herself down until she was squatting over me. “Take a very good look slave; I expect your utter devotion to keeping this content.”

She was rubbing herself as she talked, her fingers just entering her cunt. I could see her secretions as they spread outwards, the dark pink flaps were awash.

Jordan pulled her fingers clear, they glistened with her glue. “Go on slave, have a sniff and then why don’t you lick them clean, just so you get use to my taste. I’m told on good authority that I taste pretty good.”

She waved her fingers beneath my nose. Obediently I sniffed, drinking in the pungent, earth aroma. “Very good slave now let’s see them clean, open wide.”

I steeled myself and then followed her instructions. The taste was almost beyond description and was beyond any experience I have ever had. I couldn’t help myself, by the time Jordan withdrew her now clean fingers I was heaving.

“Now, now slave.” Jordan wagged her finger in my face. “If you can’t handle my fingers how are you going to manage my pussy, and you will, or you’ll know how I’ll punish you.” Jordan pussy hovered into view, so close that the tiny pearls of her fluid that were forming on her sex lips were a tongue’s length away. “Look at my face slave.” Jordan commanded. I did so, tearing my gaze away from her pussy. I stared up, between the twin canyons of her thighs and into her grinning, but ultimately hostile face. “I think that we need to establish the current terminology.” She began.

I wondered what the hell she meant, terminology, there was nothing polite to say about one woman being forced to lick another woman’s sex.

Jordan continued as if I wasn’t there, which in a sense I wasn’t. I had just become an object to her. “You are the slave, and I am what, I need a title, what should it be slave?”

“I … I …”

“After all a slave has an owner, and right now I’m your owner, so what will you call me in future?”

“I should call you owner?” I ventured. It didn’t sound right and I received a casual but hard slap for my error.

“Try again and think this time.” She threatened to slap me again.

I thought furiously, no easy matter with the brain that Jordan’s smothering had left me with. A slave was owned by somebody, an owner, but she didn’t like the sound of that, so what else? Master? I tried that. “Master?”

“Do I look like a man?” Jordan laughed harshly. She dropped her naked pussy straight over my face. “Does a man feel like that?” she mashed down and it felt as if her cunt had clamped itself to my face.

When she finally moved I was seeing star’s and didn’t care that my face must have been covered with her goo.

“Well slave, what’s my name?”

If master was masculine, then what was the feminine? The word came unbidden, mistress. I tried it and it sounded okay. I looked up towards Jordan, she was waiting. “Mistress, you’re my mistress.” I said contritely. I braced myself for another slap but it didn’t come.

“Mistress, mistress, mistress, yes I like the sound of that. You try it again, tell me, who am I?”

There she was, hands on her bare hips, copper red hair across her shoulders, her naked pussy smiling down at me. She looked magnificent and I should have been proud to have been her slave.

“You are my Mistress.” I said.

“I like that.” Jordan crowed. “Say it again and don’t stop until I tell you to.”

“You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress. You are my Mistress….” I chanted like some convert to a new religious sect, which I suppose I was, the only servant of the Goddess Jordan.

“You do learn quickly.” Jordan laughed. “Now, to continue your education, how about some good old fashion cunt worship?”

It was the moment that I had been dreading. Jordan had been slowly working up to this. “Mistress, please I have never done this before.” I whimpered.

“No allowances slave, either you do as you’re told or I’ll smother you for so long that you’ll think its never going to end.” She hovered above me, low enough so that when she moved my nose brushed against the folds of her cunt. Then I’ll let you breathe and then do it again and again, until your pretty little face will feel as if its been moulded to my arse. Understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good, get to it.” Jordan sat down again and once more her cunt was like a limpet across my mouth and nose. “Start, start and I’ll move.” She threatened.

I could look up, look into her eyes and knew that the threat was a real one. I’d clamped my mouth shut, to out her secretions, but to use my tongue my mouth had to be open and then I knew that she would pour into my mouth.

“I’m still waiting!” Jordan threatened again.

I summoned up my courage, opening my mouth as little as possible I stuck my tongue out and jabbed, as if my tongue was a small sword. I used it like a sword, just darting in and out, stabbing into her cunt.

“Better.” I heard her say. “Better slave, but you must better yet, I can hardly feel you. Now get your tongue really inside my cunt.”

What can I say; something inside my head snapped. What was it, a bright light, the road the Damascus, a revelation? Something like that, suddenly all I wanted to do was bury my face against Jordan’s cunt and please her like she had never been pleased before.

So I sucked and sucked, until her juices were running down my tongue and into my mouth.

“You dirty BITCH, slave.” Jordan crowed. She slid off me enough and I was searched for her clitoris before her amused and aroused gaze. She started to laugh. “Oh you dirty little cow, you enjoy doing this … that’s it, suck my clit … oh yes, that’s the spot, now work there and then play with my pussy … yeah, that’s right.” She talked on and on, giving me instruction after instruction which I slavishly followed.

I had lost track of everything, time, position, and my humiliation and then Jordan brought me back. “I’m gonna cum BITCH, cum right in your mouth.”

I discovered that Jordan’s orgasms were messy, she came heavily, shooting her climax into my mouth, but she was also quiet, beyond a few moans Jordan’s climax was a personal event that she shared with no one, except me.

The orgasm lasted for hours. I know that was impossible but from my position it seemed to last for hours. I was pinned beneath her, forgotten as she just came and came, my tongue working automatically up inside her.

Finally she was finished, her face looked pale and I knew how intensely she’d experienced her climax. She looked down on me, blood returning to her pale lips. “Very good … slave, better than … I had expected.”

“Thank you … Mistress.” I gasped, inwardly glowing at her praise.

She just smiled and then rolled off. “You know slave, we should have done this on a bed, its much more comfortable.” Of course she wasn’t thinking of me. I could barely move after so long on my back. I lost the feeling in my legs and buttocks.

Jordan started to move about the room, starting by rummaging through my desk. She found an envelope with my name and address on. “Ms April Collins, Apartment Twenty Five the Heights. Very nice, now how does a slave teacher afford such a place?” she was sitting bare arsed on my chair, there would be an ugly dark stain for me to clean later.

I had managed, not without pain to get to my knees. I wanted to straighten but my back wouldn’t allow me, for the first time I began to cry.

“Stop snivelling slave.” Jordan ordered.

“I’m sorry Mistress, my back, I can’t move and it hurts”

There was silence for a minute. I gradually stopped crying, but the pain remained and I still couldn’t move.

“I’ve had it with school.” Jordan began as she started to get dressed. “Been here way to long … do you have car … here at school.”

“Yes … Mistress.” I gasped. I’d almost straightened my back.

“And you live alone?”

“Yes Mistress … aah!” the last was the cry of pain and relief as I finally straightened my back.

Jordan had just watched my struggles. “Where are your car keys?” She demanded.

“In my sports bag … back of the door.” I didn’t even have the wit or was it courage to ask why she wanted to know.

Jordan found the keys and for a horrible moment I thought she was going to take the car and leave me there, and then she grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet.

“Come on slave, I’ve decided to finish the night somewhere comfortable.”

I looked stupidly at her, as I’d said, my brain was mashed.

“Don’t you remember, you invited me to stay the night?”

I just stared and did nothing as Jordan literally dressed me for the outdoors. It was mid December and the first snowfalls of winter had started.

“Come on slave.” She had to lead me and after a minute she hooked her arm about my waist and literally steered me through the deserted school to my car. “I’ll drive, get in slave.”