An obedient mess

Once Mr Chambers had also finished up, following suit to also splatter Stacy with a few more splashes of her favourite moisturiser, the two schoolgirls were allowed to collapse to the floor and pant out their varying heartbeats. For the first time Stacy had a chance to actually share a moment of recognition with Lydia, undiverted by the rigors of erotic action. The cheerleader’s eyes burned across a warning of ‘If you tell ANYONE about this…’, but then that emotion was fairly obviously unilateral. Thus the other girl seemed happy enough for the pair of them to remain supporting the other’s recovery in a wordless embrace. Watching the storm-clouds brewing above.

“What do you MEAN, they wouldn’t be interested?! She’s comely enough… and certainly eager to please! I think you’re just annoyed that I found her before you did!” Mr Chambers seemed to be fuming with indignation, he hadn’t even heard of this mysterious third party of slut-snatchers before now. But, since his rival had declared his fuck-puppet unfit, it would seem the man wanted nothing more than their recognition.

Mr Gregory in turn just looked bored now, and exasperated. He sighed and ran a hand through his slightly-sweating hair.

“Look, I’m not putting young Miss Lee down… she’s turning out to be an up-for-anything little star… but that’s not what they’re after, don’t you see…”

He turned to Lydia and waved over to her. Her reaction being near immediate before the order was even given.

“Here, Liddy. Jump up please.”

The girl waited, hands back behind her back. Cum still dribbling a little down her ass cheeks.

“Now wet yourself.” The man said, quite calmly.

“Sir?!” The girl squeaked, the first actual word she’d spoken since arriving.

“I said wet yourself. Do I need to repeat it?”

The girl didn’t respond again, not even to shake her head… she simply looked down at her feet in clear embarrassment.

Only… to the visible amazement and horror of both Stacy and Mr Chambers. There suddenly was indeed a rivulet of streaming liquid running down the inside of the girl’s leg. It puddled out around her feet and began forming a small pool that grew dangerously close to Stacy, before she shuffled herself away, looking up at her classmate so obediently defiling herself. This was one of the most popular girls in school. One of that group so far above her on the social ladder that even the casual cruelties that most others might hand toward ‘Sleepy Stacy Dyke-face’ were below them. During the school day, to Lydia, Stacy may as well not even exist. Yet, here she was, peeing herself in the middle of a classroom, just because her teacher told her too.

Mr Gregory smiled at the frozen faces his little demonstration had caused, wandering over to collect one of Mr Chamber’s board-rags from his desk. He proceeded to bring this over and carefully pull Lydia one step back from the puddle she’d made, beginning to talk as he did so. Meanwhile, he also set to work drying off the girl’s inner leg, like she was a prized racehorse he was wiping down. The cheerleader herself continued staring down at her feet, reaching out a hand just slightly, stroke his hair in thanks. She looked embarrassed still, sure, but not exactly fazed or surprised at her own actions on merely this man’s say-so.

“See, Lydia here likes being told what to do. Heck, she admitted to me that she’d never even had an orgasm… despite having gone ‘round about half the football team as these girls do… not once, until I told her she could. Liddy gets a little kick every time anybody takes control of her life in any way… and when what she’s told to do is humiliating or degrading for her… well that kick only gets bigger.”

Now the man looked across at Stacy, offering her a smile full of encouragement and honest understanding, while still wiping off the mess his little toy had made of herself.

“While Miss Lee over there, just likes to fuck. She’s a wild animal, not a tame pet. She’s looking to try out everything she possibly can and does so just because she loves doing it… I know the type… I’ve played with one or two before…”

His task now finished, the man stood up. Taking Lydia gently by the hand, but staring down Mr Chambers one last time.

“The problem with you, Len. Is that you can’t even see the beautiful kinks that are in these girl’s hearts. You only see what you want. I bet you think you’ve got all kind of dirty little games to play with Stacy… but I’d bet you more that she’s thought up a thousand more interesting ideas herself. Have fun with her while you can… because one day that girl’s going to get bored by you and move on. She ain’t nobody’s pet… Anyway, maybe me and Lydia will see you next week. I promised her mom I’d drive her home after our ‘tutor session’... the family are so grateful for the extra interest I take in her… I might even get dinner!”

With that, they left. Mr Gregory’s last burst of laughter echoing down the corridor. Stacy, blinking for a second, collected up her own bag and clothes and headed off too. Behind her, Mr Chambers was left alone in his classroom, looking down at a puddle still left on his floor.