Acquiring a Spanish Tutor

Absolute Submission.

Simon had brought it out of the Queen of the School in less than three days under his control. Kevin grinned at the amulet around his neck as he chuckled.

Now it all made sense. Kevin didn’t need to know the details of how or why, but that was what made Simon worthwhile. He wanted more information, and he wanted to know everything there was and what he could do.

And his friend made him the weapon of his vengeance as a result. Oh, Kevin had to thank these morons for triggering his friend.

Because now this school and everyone in it was his.

Simon only had two targets of request, and he would be a good friend and deal with them in time. Suggesting to him finish Brad off while he was down, take out the raven-haired cheerleader for harming Jessica without caring how he would go about it.

His friend was a devious bastard.

Kevin wanted to laugh aloud at the thought, but he remembered how Simon had completely and utterly controlled the blonde bombshell.

And how she reacted to all of it.

He couldn’t get the image of her emerald eyes out of his mind as she went about stating those heavenly words about how right he was about her. Jessica’s eyes had unsettled him in one regard with how she cracked open.

Their fanaticism.

The **** had evident devotion to her Master. There was no way to lie through such an emotion. She was so devoted to his friend that there was no way Kevin could ever consider her an equal again.

How did Simon accomplish it?

Did he wish for it? Did he break her in? Or was there something more to it than that? The pasty-faced teen had imagined having the Queen of the School behave in such a way by ****.

But instead, the genie did it willingly for his friend. Judging from Simon’s command for her to stop, it was more to stop her from continuing than forcing her to say those things.

How was he capable of getting such a result from his ****?

More importantly, he thought back to what Simon had said about the system itself. He saw the system as corrupting his genie, corrupting all of them.

Kevin couldn’t agree more.

He’d go after those that made the bitch what she was. The things that made her who she was in this school. The people around her that made her Queen.

So many opportunities to go around.

Kevin couldn’t wait for that, but first things first. He needed to find the first target he could test this amulet on.

He knew just the bitch.

Most of the students were long gone, but the staff was still in the building, finishing up what they needed before taking off for themselves.

Kevin now found himself back at the door to the classroom where he had been given his unceremonious invitation to detention. He stopped himself and looked down at the amulet.

“Simon, you better have something to make this easy to use.”

Peralez was in the room, packing up her binder as she focused on getting everything organized and ready to go.

The Head Coach of Eastlake High School’s cheerleading squad, still in her thirties, and the one all the bitches listened to.

The one adult that made Jessica the Captain of her squad and most likely rubbed off on the blonde doll through her time in this school. Natalie Peralez served as the mentor to a team of abusive banshees when they entered these halls.

When Kevin knew it would be her, his eyes locked onto his prey.

Then his vision turned blue.

What the fuck was happening?

He had to rub his eyes for a moment until the color returned, but an aura of blue flame now enveloped his Spanish teacher. The older woman glanced up and then let out a scoff as she looked unamused by his presence.

“Mr. Scott, unless you have a good reason for being here, I would suggest you go home.”

Oh, she did not like seeing him again. She was ready to start making threats as well. Hm? How to go about this, he wondered to himself.

Start with something simple—her breasts behind that top.

They were decent, but her features could always use more. Kevin liked to think of himself as a giver when he wanted to be.

So instead of those generous-looking C Cups, he decided for something more substantial.

“A, B, C, D, E…”

The woman’s brassier swelled up and out like a couple of balloons. Yes, the coach should always set an example for her members.

Now for the real fun.

“Senora Peralez, I was curious. Where’s your family from?”

She didn’t look amused, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was her answer.

“Nebraska,” she deadpanned, “Now I would appreciate it if you….”

“I meant nationality,” he interjected.

It didn’t really fucking matter what her answer was. The boy already knew what he wanted it to be. He could narrate it all in his mind or aloud.

You’re actually Columbian. You’ve always been confused for Puerto Rican or Mexican, and it annoys you because you know there are so many different countries. So it’s nice when it’s noticed.

“I’m Columbian,” his teacher remarked.

“Thought so. Must get annoying when someone thinks you’re from somewhere else.”

Peralez grumbled as she shook her head, “You don’t know the half of it.”

Kevin inwardly grinned at the way she had responded. Oh Simon, you really do know what you’re doing with that power.

Now for the real kicker.

He opened his phone and selected a particular app, and began to rewrite even more of the Latina’s backstory to watch the profile emerge along with the video he wanted.

“I meant to ask you something, Senora Peralez….”

She reacted poorly, her patience running thin, “Kevin, unless you want me to file an official complaint on behalf of my girls, then I suggest you leave. Right. Now….”

“Is this you?” he asked with an innocent look on his face as he played the video on his phone.

Music played in the background, the sound of loud spanks, and his teacher’s voice flirting in Spanish could be heard as he watched the woman’s eyes widen in horror.

Her face paled, and the anger in her voice now mixed with anxiety, “W-Where did you….”

“I thought Eastlake High paid decent salaries compared to the rest of the country,” he began speaking in an innocent tone that quickly shed away to reveal a more devious quality.

“Especially for anyone in the athletics department. You’re paid more to coach cheerleaders than to teach Spanish. That’s just a bonus, isn’t it? I find it weird that one lonely night I’d find some account and see you doing such things to yourself, Senora Peralez. You must be well off. The money people from South America pay to see you still translates to dollars.”

His teacher shot up out of her chair and moved to grab him by the shirt—Peralez’s embarrassment overwhelming her into a panic.

“Listen! No one can find out that-“

“I think it’s good that you enjoy that, Natalie. May I call you that?”

That’s right. Let go of him. He thought to himself as she suddenly began to take a step back as he glanced down at her ass.

No, no, no. That wouldn’t do. Kevin expected the Latina Cheer Coach to have the perfect ass for the job with her new body: Hard, yet juicy, firm because of muscle tone from her glutes and legs. Now, he watched her pants get stretched out and become constrained by her legs and a new set of rear cheeks.

Now he focused back on her mind and backstory.

“Actually, Natalie is probably just anglicized for Natalia, isn’t it? Natalia rolls off the tongue much better for you.”

The woman in front of him began to stare out into space, her voice going silent as her mouth gawked, eyes blinking now and then. Kevin’s dark smile grew wider at the sight of her silence.

“Now then, Natalia, I think it’s good you have a place to express yourself. After all, it must get so stressful having to deal with those little popular bitches that come through every year and not know what’s waiting for them on the other side. Of course, you could never get away from it, could you?”

He waved the phone in front of his teacher’s face as he went in for the kill.

“Now, no one has to find out about your little secret, Natalia. It would be a shame for you to start questioning how you want to train girls into being future trophies.”

Natalia Peralez blushed, and her eyes looked at the pasty-skinned nerd nervously with clear anxiety, as well as something else.

“Wh-What do you fucking want?”

Kevin torturously held his finger over the link-send button on his phone, holding it up in a way that he paid an homage to Simon’s clutching of Brad’s hand. Finally, he could see the other thing he wanted to see on his teacher’s face.

Arousal.

Yes, Natalia, you’ve always had secret fantasies, as everyone else has. You always knew the day would come as a teacher that you would face being seduced unknowingly or knowingly by a student. More than that, you have always had a fantasy of being Blackmailed. You’ve tried to keep it hidden the best you could, but there’s nothing you can do now. You’ve always wanted to be **** into doing something you didn’t want to do because someone had something over you. It’s such an embarrassing fetish, but you’re not going to be able to help yourself now, are you?

Kevin’s mind continued to write the story of his teacher’s life as he walked behind her as the blush on her face remained, the sound of her legs squirming in those damned-lined track pants.

“I want everything,” he growled happily in her face, slamming his hand down to make her cringe, “Stand up.”

Her dark eyes turned as he held the phone up again in front of her, “Stand up, Peralez, or I send this video out to everyone.”

Slowly the Cheer Coach stood up behind the chair, Kevin motioning her toward the front, “Now stand in front of your desk and stick out your ass as if you were about to twerk. Do it now.”

The Latina, in her nervousness, gulped. Doing as her student told her, and placed her hands out in front of her, sticking out her ass. Kevin felt delighted as he wasted no time thinking of what would be waiting for him under those pants.

He didn’t wait, ripping them off and down to the woman’s legs, her new shapely caramel-colored ass greeting him with a vibrant highlighter yellow bikini thong wedged between her ass cheeks.

This was already fucking amazing enough. He adjusted his glasses and smiled to his now exposed teacher, “I need to work on my Spanish, but I know enough.”

He turned the camera on his phone, making sure the sound was up so that his teacher could hear the sound effect of the shutter. Her face was grimacing, and fists now clenching as she looked ready to cry. Her protests continued.

“I’ll call for help!”

Kevin was unfazed, “Unlikely. Look at yourself, Natalia. You want this….”

Her face became wracked with conflicting emotions as the nerd prepared his phone’s camera for a recording. Using a trick Simon had taught him when asked about his camera skills, propping the phone up on the desk with a book and using the angle to get the correct view of the woman’s ass in the frame. The red light was turning on as he smiled at his teacher.

“From now on, you will refer to me with the title of Maestro. Now let’s have a counting lesson, shall we?”

He spanked the left cheek of her ass with a swift slap of his right hand, watching it jiggle and hearing the teacher yelp.

“Uno.”

He spanked her loudly again.

“Dos.”

And again.

“Tres. Count along, Natalia.”

He smacked again as the teacher let out a weak growl, “Q-Quatro.”

Another loud smack as she bit down on her lip.

“C-Cinco.”

Again.

“S-Seis…”

She started cracking as he kept going on. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Over and over, Kevin repeated the process. Each time more, he watched as the bright-colored thong grow damper and damper.

Kevin grew delighted as he began sweating from the exertion of physical **** on the cheer coach. She started moaning aloud after they reached double digits.

The Latina’s ass turned red from the palm print stinging it, her tormentor pulling her up to see the slight drool and some tears that escaped on her face. Kevin smiled as a taunt, as he held his still recording phone up to her face as she was in a haze.

“Gracias, Maestro.”

The pasty-skinned nerd chuckled as he stopped recording and saved the video to his phone, “What a shame, I won’t be able to share that video of your account, but you just gave me another of allowing a student to spank you in your classroom!”

Her eyes widened as she felt his hand grabbing the bun of her hair, “W-Why are you doing this?”

He looked at her with faux-concern, “But Natalia, if I told you that, you wouldn’t learn anything! That wouldn’t make me a very good teacher now, would it?”

She looked down fearfully as her once-detested student soaked in his newfound control over her. Then, his pleasant smile masking the hatred he truly felt, “How about you take your favorite student for a ride, hm?”

She flinched, realizing there wasn’t any choice as long as he could **** her. Her face was writhing in some discomfort and disgust outwardly as she reached down to grab her discarded pants. Kevin knocked her hands away from even trying to pick them up.

Oh no. The young man was only starting.

“You won’t be needing those anymore,” he declared.

Kevin thought of his next target, one he couldn’t wait to finish off. He pulled up on the back of Natalia’s thong and watched her lean forward and try to contend with walking with her pants around her ankles and the now growing wedgie as she shuffled next to him.

“Let’s go for a drive, Natalia.”