Nikki's sudden refusal to cooperate irritated me. I wanted something from her and she stubbornly refused? I wasn't about to let that slide any more than I'd accept a rock in my shoe. Something had to be done about that.
With a great deal more strength than I'd ever actually handled a student—especially a female student—I grabbed Nikki's wrists and wrenched them back down to her sides. She struggled, but my strength was far beyond hers.
"Oww! Stop, you're hurting me!" she cried, but I ignored her.
I grabbed the front of her shirt and tore it open to get a good look at the bra underneath. Nikki kept struggling, fighting for control of my hands, even as I yanked the blouse down to her elbows, temporarily binding her arms to her sides.
"Stop it! Leave me alone!" She tried to pull free from my grip, but I twisted the blouse and held it tightly, more securely pinning her arms behind her back. I liked the way it **** her chest out.
She began to cry as I ran my fingers over the soft exposed skin at the top of her breasts.
"Shut up already." I snapped, and slapped her face hard. Hard enough to sting my hand and leave a bright red mark on her cheek. "You think I want to hear your whimpering? I'm trying to enjoy this. And quit struggling. I'm going to get what I want from you one way or the other, so just be still." I made no effort to soften my tone. I was irritated.
Nikki stared at me in shock. Tears ran down her cheeks and her mouth worked soundlessly, but eventually she nodded and put her arms to her sides and let me enjoy a thorough examination of her teenage chest.
"That's better." I said.
The girl turned her head away from me as I reached for her again. As long as she stayed still and quiet, I didn't care.
I cupped her breasts in my hands, enjoying the weight of them. They yielded just the perfect amount to my squeeze and I found myself wondering if all the girls in school had such immaculate breasts, but I stopped myself, it was a dangerous road to go down. Nikki's body was safe to play with, to fantasize about, but everyone else was off limits. I made a note to try to find out why she was the way she was.
"Take this off," I tugged at her bra strap. "And this," her blouse, still hanging loosely from her elbows.
She turned her head partially towards me, but still refused to look at me. "Please... I don't want this."
I felt a sudden spike of irritation that this thing would dare talk back to me like that, and for the third time, no less. I got angry.
I grabbed her head and pressed her cheek firmly against the wall, leaning into her with my weight so she couldn't wiggle free. I shouted at her, "I don't fucking care, Nikki. Do you understand? Do as you're told for once in your life, you stuck-up little princess. I will not repeat myself!" I yanked the shirt free of her arms and pushed away from her, letting her stand up properly.
She was sobbing softly and shaking as she pulled herself from the wall and reached behind herself. The bra came loose and fell to the floor. She instinctively moved to cover herself with her arms but stopped and lowered them to her sides again, looking rather pitiful.
"About damn time. Useless thing. And quit crying, the noise bothers me." I pulled my seat to me and sat down, patting my leg. "Come here, sit. I want to play with you."
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