Mary Hodge, a futa teacher who is out to punish the student who ruined her life

Mary looked down at the notebook in glee as she realized for the first time in what felt like forever that things would look up. The last few weeks she had spent plodding along in a haze ever since that little bitch May Johnson ruined her life. Mary worked as a math teacher at Jackson High, a decent job that she enjoyed, and it was all ripped away in an instant. It was such a stupid accident. Mary had been drinking her morning coffee when a careless movement when checking her phone and sent the burning hot beverage onto her lap. She raced to the nearest restroom to remove her pants before they burned her. The nearest one was a student bathroom and Mary failed to check all the stalls. May came out of the stall a moment later, staring right at Mary's nude lower body (being a futa made it hard to find underwear that fit). The warmth of the coffee had the effect of causing Mary's ten inch cock to stiffen and she was so shocked she didn't have time to react before May quickly pulled her phone out and snapped a photo.

In hours the photo spread around school and to cover her ass May told everyone that Mary had exposed herself to the teen girl. Mary spent weeks in meetings, suspension hearings, and even a rather rude interview with the local paper before it all shook out. May got away smelling like roses while Mary lost her job, her professional standing, and very likely a great deal of money if May's parents filed suit. Five years of education, and five more as a teacher all gone. She'd never work in education again with this story hanging over her. But now, with this notebook Mary could get everything she wanted, and right now she wanted ****.

First to protect herself,

New Rule: The owner of this book, Mary Hodge, can never loose, misplace, or have stolen this notebook.

New Rule: no one else can see the notebook or understand that Mary Hodge is writing in it.

New Rule: no matter what rules are in place Mary Hodge's memories will never change and she'll always be able to fix any issues quickly.

With that settled Mary felt she had firm control on this genie, it was time to get what she wanted. First to get things going her way.

New Rule: Everyone understands that Mary Hodge was the victim of May Johnson and understands that any settlement Mary gets is right and proper.

New Rule: Mary Hodge can demand anything of May Johnson's parents and get it as a settlement for what their daughter did.

Mary thought about it for a second and realized there was an even greater way to twist the knife in all this.

New Rule: May Johnson however does not see her actions as a big deal and will see any settlement that she dislikes as a betrayal by her parents.

With that settled Mary hurried to the Johnson's house. May's father was the son of a very successful businessman and still ran the company to this day, however, she knew enough from phone calls home about May's behavior to know that he'd be home along with his wife. The manor sat on the edge of town and would take Mary several minutes to drive there. The entire drive she was thinking up the perfect way to get her ****.

She finally pulled up with the perfect plan in her mind. Ringing the doorbell a tall thin man opened the door, his face paling as he saw her.

"Hello Mr. Johnson," she greeted him. "Shall we get started?"

"Yes, Miss. Hodge," he sighed. "I suppose we shall."

It was a few hours later when May arrived home, Mary insisting that she be allowed to stay to watch the family give the girl the news.

"Mom, Dad," the teen greeted. "What is she doing here?"

"May, Miss. Hodge came to hammer out the rest of the settlement for what you did to her."

"She didn't go overboard with it, did she? It's not like it was a big deal."

"You might want to sit down," Mrs. Johnson told the girl. "It might be hard to accept everything we're about to say."

May sat uncertainly a glance between both parents before settling to glare at Mary, who smiled.

"First I have to put Miss. Hodge on payroll, and at quite the hefty salary, for the rest of her life." Mr. Johnson told her, getting little reaction from the girl. "Then well, you have to understand that she has us over a barrel here, we also have to sign over your college fund and trust-"

"What?" May screamed. "I was just about to apply, I'm supposed to go to Harvard or Yale, how am I going to afford it now? It's too late to start for a scholarship."

"That's not all," Mrs. Johnson said. "The money isn't just as a settlement. It's a dowery. For your marriage, to Miss Hodge."

May stared at her mother in mute horror for several long moments before letting out a screech of fury.

"I have to marry that freak? That can't be legal!"

"You're over 18 dear, you are perfectly legal, and we have the right to give you away in marriage until you turn 20."

Mary was particularly proud of that rule. It was almost as good as the one about May being mentally unwilling to ever cheat or stray from her chosen spouse, or the fact the girl was waiting for marriage to have sex.

"Now," May's father pipped up. "I know this isn't the woman you would have chosen but this is the deal we've made. I expect you to learn to live with it, especially after what you did. You _will _marry your teacher, you _will _fulfill all your spousal duties, and you _will _not make a scene. Now go pack a bag with a few clothes and go home with your new wife."

Now that she thought about it, the rule about spousal duties was her favorite. So open-ended and yet so promising. May looked between her parents with tears in her eyes before she stormed out.

"I Hate All of You!" She screamed as she ran upstairs.

The three adults stood in uneasy silence before Mary picked up her keys and headed to the door.

"I'll get my car started. May should be down soon, and I'll text you after we've consummated the marriage so you know that it's all legal and settled. Ta."

With that Mary headed into her car and smiled. Her mind was still swimming with every possible way she would make the pretty little barely legal teen suffer. Her cock was hard just thinking about it.