Make amends

"I had no idea Chloe, I am so sorry. Let us start again ok? I am Elizabeth Taylor. I teach math and French," I try to salvage the situation.

"Elizabeth Taylor..." she trails off for a moment as if memorizing the name. "Alright Lizzie if you thought that you can fix this with a simple apology, you certainly miscalculated," she smirks at the pun.

I bristle at the causal disregard she seems to have for me and really want to correct her. She shouldn't be calling me 'Lizzie' but Ms. Taylor or at least Ms. Elizabeth. That being said I can't exactly make her more angry now. "Alright Chloe, how can I make this little misunderstanding up to you?"

"Alright teach, let us make few things clear first. This is my school. I own this place and everyone in here. You are new here but everyone else knows very well what happens if they cross me. So don't expect anyone to be sympathetic. But I am not without mercy so I will give you a chance to earn my goodwill. It won't make up for your blunder but I will not have you fired. Do you understand?"

"Damn this girl is on a high horse... But if what she is saying is true, it will be tough to get her to fall in line. Either way I need to play along for now." I think for a moment. "Yes Chloe, I understand."

"Good, I will have things for you to do. You will do them, you will not complain and then maybe, JUST maybe, I will forgive you for today. I will let you start with something very simple. Kiss my boot."

I gasp in shock. "Chloe... you cannot be serious!? I am your teacher and you are my student! Besides... you are what? Nine years younger than me?"

The girl looks at me unimpressed. Instead of answering she fishes in her pocket and slowly calmly pulls out her smartphone. "Alright... I meant to call my daddy, didn't I?"

Cold sweat washes over my back. As she starts scrolling through her contacts, I quickly put down the box of my things and kiss the tip of her brown shoe, the humiliation is terrible and I hope nobody walks in on us. I look up at the girl who is grinning triumphantly. She has me around her finger now, I realize as the camera snaps a picture.

"I think I will call this one 'Lizzie learns her place in the world' and put it above my bed," she smirks self-satisfied. "Well Lizzie, now that we have established our relationship we can talk business. You don't have to worry. I won't share the picture...so long as you continue to be my loyal pet. Now, there's a special task I need you to do for me. Come along."

I pick up my box and follow her resignedly. She leads me into an empty classroom and shuts the door behind us. "Now, here is what I need you to do. There is a scholarship student, I want gone. I have already put some incriminating things in her locker. All you need to do is send a tip to the dean that the girl is up to no good. Accuse her of cheating on exams and doing **** in spare time. It will match the evidence."

"You want me to ruin the life of another student? Why? Who is the girl?"

"Oh, Lizzie. The girl is Emily Gray, you are to teach her math tomorrow but I expect this to be resolved by then. As for why? All you need to understand is that I am doing this because I can. I could take dozen other approaches to handle this but I am giving you this ONE chance to prove yourself to me. Otherwise you might wake up tomorrow with your face on my boot all over the school. So do a good job Lizzie." She pats me on my head looking at me expectantly.

I pull out my laptop from the box and log into the staff email system. I open a mail to the dean and feeling horrible, write a quick email according to Chloe's specifications. I try to not thing about what I am doing as I send the email.

Chloe watches me smugly. "Excellent. I knew you'd come around. Just remember - you are mine now. Don't forget who is really in charge here or I will make you fly out of here as fast as you just made that poor girl. Now..." just as she is about to continue we hear steps approaching in the hallway. "Damn that must be the janitor. We have to hide or he might tell the dean, who might tell my dad about this. She quickly closes my laptop and alongside the box shoves it under the desk. The storage closet in the back, quickly now!"

We rush to the closet on the back wall and squeeze in. It's a really tight fit thanks to my curvy body, looking down I realize that with her shorter height, Chloe is getting a faceful of my breasts. Outside we hear the door open as someone steps in. "I swear I heard someone in here..." a male voice says in the room. I am growing irritated. Here I was having a great first day at work and now I am stuck sweating, hugging a younger girl in a storage cabinet hiding from a janitor. And on top of that I am now little more than the girls accessory. A thought occurs to me and I realize that I have a great opportunity to get back at the girl. Feigning that I am fixing my placement, I use the situation to properly shove her face between my boobs. Let the girl try me like this!

Clearly Chloe is not too happy about having her head shoved in my increasingly sweaty cleavage, judging by her hands softly but incessantly tapping on my sides, but I feign being unable to reposition. Finally the janitor outside leaves the room and we escape the cabinet.

Chloe's hair is somewhat disheveled and her face is flushed, she gives me an angry glare. "Don't you EVER do that again, I nearly choked!"

I put on my most innocent voice, internally celebrating the small victory. "You said we would get in trouble if we were caught and the cabinet is so small."

"Well, maybe if you weren't so... ample, we wouldn't have needed to squeeze together so much!"

"I don't exactly get to pick my cup size, do I? I protest.

She sniffs haughtily. "Well someone did. Either way I need to go fix my hair now. So you are off the hook for today. But first... Give me your number."

I do so and she adds it to her phone. She doesn't bother ringing me, clearly expecting to be the one initiating any conversation. "Now before you get out of my sight Lizzie, take this and deliver it to the dorm room written on it. I would have delivered it myself but now I am in no state to do so. If you open it, I will know...so think carefully." She hands me a small package. "Now scram before I decide to punish you for this incident."