Its freaky friday.

Sitting in your living room, you could only shake your head in bemusement at Krystal and Lili, who were rushing around like chickens with their heads cut off. After leaving your room last night, Sunyi had stayed in her room. You hoped the police caught up with Jae soon. Too much more, and you might have to break your order to give her relief.

Surprisingly, neither Krystal nor Lili had tried to challenge you last night. Snorting, you were sure their sudden submission was only temporary. But now even they were cognizant that Sunyi knew what was going on. So maybe, just maybe, they're just going to let you handle things. Shaking your head, you think to yourself, "You don't really believe that."

Just then, Krystal in her cheer uniform burst out of the bathroom. "Lili, have you seen my fuck-me heels?" she yelled before dashing into her bedroom.

Raising your eyebrow, you look over at Dallas sitting next to you. Returning your look, the teen who was only wearing one of your sweatshirts shrugged.

"Five minutes, you two," you call out. When you were that age, a trip like this would warrant a change of clothes and maybe your swim trunks. Why on earth did they each need three different outfits, makeup, and, in Krystal's case, fuck-me heels?

With a minute to spare, the two teens came out into the living room, each dragging a suitcase and an overnight bag. "Sure you got enough," you snort in disbelief.

Krystal rolled her eyes at you. "I hope so, uncle."

You toss her your keys, saying, "Go load up the car."

The two teens head out the front door, leaving you and Dallas alone. Briefly taking her into your arms, you lean down and leave a string of kisses in the hollow of her neck.

Cooing, she tilts her head, giving you free access. Leaving one last kiss right beneath her ear. You back away, admiring the darkening bruise above her pulse point.

"Mmmnnnnnn..." she purred. "My mom's going to be pissed enough at me cutting class for two days. But coming home with a hickie."

You smile at the teen, "If she kicks you out. "We'll just have you drop out of school and move in."

She gives you a wry smile. "You just want to keep me chained to your bed, naked and pregnant."

"That's right," you growl. "Do you have a problem with that?"

Dallas looks away before giggling. "Before yesterday I was terrified. Now, strangely enough, no."

Smiling, you get up and grab your briefcase. Dallas gets up and walks with you to the door. Swooping down, you kiss her one more time, caressing her tongue with yours. "You can head home after one. Unless they kick you out, I expect to see you at my front door Saturday at 6pm. We're going to get you fitted for your collar."

You see her eyes flare at you collaring her. Fighting off the temptation to further tarry with the sexy young teen, you leave the house to join Krystal and Lili in the car."

Taking the keys from your niece, you start the engine and pull out of the driveway. Almost immediately the two teens start bombarding you with questions about Dallas.

Most of them you didn't bother answering. But eventually Lili asked, "Are you really going to collar her?"

Watching the traffic, you answered, "Yes, Lili, I am. Dallas is a submissive like you and your mother. A collar is the best thing for her."

"Whattttt," Krystal burst in. "Are you going to collar me, Uncle?"

Flashing a sly smile, you glance at your niece before changing lanes. "No, Krystal, you are many things, but submissive is not one of them."

Turning on the radio, you manage to catch part of the morning radio report.

"Low of 55. Starting this afternoon there is an 80% chance of rain that will run through till tomorrow morning, so make sure to plan accordingly. This is 103.5 WROT, the home of Rock and Roll."

Reaching over, your niece turns it to a top 40 station. Finishing the drive to school. You pull into the parking lot, find your spot, and cut the engine. Getting out, you look south, seeing the dark storm front rolling up from the gulf. Walking around, you pop the trunk for the girls to get their bags.

"I hope you packed an umbrella in all that," you observe. Heading inside the school, the girls split off, heading into #2 auditorium, where the cheerleaders were to put their bags till after school.

Swinging by the office, you wish Alice a good morning while getting your mail. Most of it was nothing, but there was one from the school district's attorney. Sticking it momentarily in your pocket, you leave the office heading to the AV room.

Several students greet you as you pass through the halls on your way to the AV room. Pulling out your keys, you search through the TV carts until finding the right one. Grabbing the cart, you wheel it to your classroom, amazed that half of them still have only VCRs.

Bringing it into the classroom, you wheel it up front and plug it in. You then open your briefcase and pull out a copy you had of A&E. The Crossing, and insert it into the machine. You quickly make sure it'll play before sitting down at your desk. You look at your empty coffee but decide to first see what the school district's lawyer wanted.

Opening the letter, you scanned the contents. It was about the incident with Sunyi and her husband. The lawyer wanted a meeting about possible insurance claims on the district. Shaking your head, you toss it aside and dash to the teachers' lounge to get your first cup of the day.

After the quiz yesterday, your class was certainly enthused when they showed up and saw the TV. During your second period, you were sitting in the back of the classroom when Maddie came in. Getting up, you hurried over to her to see what had brought her by.

Leaning in close, she whispered, "I hate being right; it's already raining in Naples. They're expecting a good 2 inches..."

You place your hand on Maddie's shoulder in sympathy. "I'm sorry you really worked the girls too."

She flashed you a sad smile. "Nothing for it, I guess. We'll just have to give them the best sidelines show we can."

Bad news delivered: Maggie returned to her P.E. class. 15 minutes later, at just about the halfway point of the movie. You turned it off so your class could shuffle on to 3rd period.

Alone in your classroom for your administrative period. You could help but feel that you were forgetting something. Then it hit you. "Fuck me," you exclaim. You had put the duffle bag with your clothes and raincoat in the backseat this morning. Before cooking some surprise BLTs for breakfast. You'd been so preoccupied you forgot to bring it inside.

Locking your classroom up, you dash out to the car. Crossing the lot, you could already smell the ozone. "Fuck. Two inches." There's going to be flash flooding," you think to yourself. Arriving at your car, you unlock it. Retrieving your duffle bag. Locking the car back up, you turn to head back inside. When a sudden unease crawls its way up your spine. You stop and scan the parking lot, not seeing anyone. Walking back inside, you swear you felt someone watching you.

Crossing the threshold, you look at the office door. Should you say something... no, hopefully it was just an overactive imagination. You head over to the auditorium and stash your bag with the rest of the teams. Heading into the small theater, you pause once again, shaking your head in wonder at the mound of baggage. The whole team packed at atleast two bags...

Dropping your duffle bag on the pile, you're walking back to your classroom when you get a notion. Turning, you head through the lunchroom into the gymnasium. You're surprised that no one's inside, but then remember P.E. normally runs the mile on Fridays. So unless it's actually raining, they're out running around the track.

Heading upstairs, you briefly open up the cheer office and retrieve the binder Maddie had prepared for you. Reading it will give you something to do for the bus ride down. Locking the office, you descend the stairs and are about to head back into the lunchroom when a sound catches your ear.

You look to the weight room, but it's locked up. You think maybe you heard something, but then you hear it again. Turning, you stare at the hallway behind the stairs. The same hallway you and Beth Anne...

Silently you creep closer to the darkened hallway full of folded mats. "Yup," you think to yourself as you hear whispered talking. Pausing at the entrance to the curved hallway, you see the flash of a smartphone's flashlight.

"Toby, I'm not so sure about this," the unseen female gently protested. You paused as her accent washed over you. Pure southern belle, the kind of accent that brings to mind mint juleps and the old south. You recognized the voice, but you're unsure from whom.

"Come on, babe," the unseen male wheedled. "We've been saving ourselves for each other. I just can't wait anymore." You heard movement, and then the young man continued sounding more aggressive. "Babe, please, I need to feel your pussy. Just you and me with nothing between us."

You hear more movement followed by a startled gasp. "No, Toby... what are you doing...?"

"I'm sorry, babe, I can't wait anymore. I'll make it good for you, I swear..." You could hear the triumph dripping from his tone. Stepping into the open, you hit the light switch, eliciting two startled yelps.

"What the hell is going on in here?" You sternly demand in the now well-lit hallway.

Toby jumped to his feet; he was a good-looking Latino male. The young man was missing his shirt, and his pants and underwear were currently around his ankles. He wasn't in one of your classes, but you've seen him before. Currently young Toby was cursing in Spanish as he tried to pull up his pants and hide, when compared to you, pathetic pecker.

His female companion you knew. Her pale blond hair and piercing blue eyes looked at you every day in your fifth-period class. Clara Shulz, southern belle, Nordic beauty, and star of the track team. You had stripped her runner's body in your mind more than a few times. But your imagination didn't do her justice. Her C-cup breasts were pale, with her nipples the color of cotton candy. Her pussy looked perfect. It was smooth with nary a hair. It was nice and pink and looked oh so tight.

"Mnnnnnnn," the beast rumbled in your mind. "That pussy will look good stretched around our cock."

Shaking off the thought, you approach the couple and shrug off your jacket. You toss it to Clara, who was frantically trying to hide her breasts and pussy from your gaze.

Clara looked relieved as she wrapped your jacket around her. Toby, who managed to pull up his underwear, started babbling. "Mr. C, this isn't..."

You raise your hand, "Zip it." This is exactly what it looks like. " Reaching down, you pick up Toby's shirt and toss it to him. "Put your clothes on and follow me," you order the young man.

Toby quickly pulls up his pants up before you frog march him out to the bleachers. Pointing at them, you sternly say, "Sit."

Looming over him, you studied the young man, trying to remember where you've seen him before. Then it hit you—you saw him at Jennifer's pool party. He'd been one of the young men you watched come out of the pool house after fucking a cheerleader.

Several minutes later, a severely embarrassed Clara comes out from behind the stairs. Walking up to you, she hands you your jacket. "Sorry I took so long, Mr. Clarkson; I had trouble finding my bra." She murmured.

Clar shuffles to the bleachers, sitting down next to Toby. You look up at the ceiling, thinking about what to do. If you took This too, the office; both of them were liable to be expelled if they didn't end up in jail.

You look back at the teens, and you could see tears start falling from Clara's eyes. You feel your heart twist in your chest. You could never stand seeing a girl cry.

"You know what will happen if I take you to the office, right?" you ask.

Clara, still sobbing, nodded while Toby sullenly muttered, "Yeah."

"Good, then you realize how stupid you were." Sighing... you make a decision. "Okay, this is what we're going to do... Toby, I caught you cutting class, and we will forget about the lewd conduct."

Toby looks up at you, barking out, "Why do I have to..." You stare down the young man, who falls silent before muttering. "Coach will kill me."

"Should have thought about that before trying to fuck on school grounds. "You sternly counter.

Toby sullenly looked away from you. Taking a moment, you thought about what you knew about Toby trying to come to a decision.

"Do it," the beast hissed to you.

"Toby I don't know how you reached 18 without learning. No means no." You coldly inform him.

"What?" the sullen teen replied.

Letting your anger slip into your voice, you sneered at the teen. "Clara said no twice, and you didn't stop. In the real world, we call that ****."

"I wasn't going..." he sputtered.

Raising your voice, you say, "Silence..." Toby gets red-faced but wisely shuts up. Deciding to drive the dagger home. "Also, young man, you need to learn that lying your ass off to get what you want never ends well."

Toby looks suddenly startled, barking out, "Please don't, Mr..."

Clara clues in to something being suspect and breaks in, "What do you mean, Mr. Clarkson?"

You could hear the beast cackling in your mind as you crushed the young man. "Clara, Tony here was at the team party at Jennifer Marlow's back in August." You looked at Toby, who was making strangling sounds as you plunged the dagger home. "While I was working the grill, Tony here came out of the pool house with a cheerleader. She was still retying her bikini bottoms."

Clara stared at her boyfriend going pale. Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly as her mind comprehended what you told her. "Yyoouuuu asshole," she suddenly hissed. "You told me you had to work that day."

On the defensive, Toby put up his hands and uttered the absolutely stupidest thing he could. "It was no big deal, babe; she was side pussy. Besides, you weren't putting out."

Clara burst to her feet and reared back.

SLAP

"Bastard," she howled. "I jerked you off. Let you fuck my ass. And that wasn't good enough for you."

Toby's head had snapped back from the power of her slap. That was going to be one hell of a bruise. Staggering to his feet, he screamed at his girlfriend, "You're being nothing but a bitch. Had you been a decent girlfriend and just spread your legs, then..."

TWACK

Gasping for air, Toby collapsed to the ground, retching from the **** of Clara's kick to his cheating nuts. "We're done," Clara hissed in rage as she towered over her now ex-boyfriend.

"Clara, ssssshhhhh, look at me," you whisper soothingly to get her attention.

Her eyes leave Toby's meeting yours. "He's not worth it," you tell her.

"No, he's not," she spits out. Taking a deep breath, she asks, "What do you want me to do, Mr. Clarkson?"

Thinking about it, you reply. "Hang out in the girls' restroom till the end of the period."

Nodding, she looks down at her still retching ex-boyfriend, spitting out. "I hope it fucking falls off." With that, she departed, heading back behind the stairs, taking the back entrance back near the library.

Part of you wants to feel for the little shit, but no, you don't. Eventually Toby drags himself to his feet only for you to drag him to the dean. Just before reaching the office, you pause, getting really close to Toby's face.

"One last thing, Toby," you hiss. "My cheerleaders are off-limits to you. If I get a whiff of you sniffing around any of them. What Jennifer and I do to you will make Coach Reese seem like a goddamn feather. "Toby stared at you, apparently impressed by the deadly look in your eyes.

You finish handing him off to the dean just as the bell ending third period rang. Silently cursing, you hurry back to your classroom, annoyed that you missed out on your second coffee of the day.

Fourth period went quickly with Jennifer, who seemed content to do nothing. Then, as the bell rings and everyone makes their way to the door, Jennifer makes a show of bending down at the hip to grab her purse. This causes her skirt to rise, but instead of the spankies cheerleaders were supposed to wear, all you saw was her clean-shaven love canal peeking at you. Momentarily stunned, you sit there as she stands up and head to door.

Walking past you, she smirked at you before whispering, "See you on the bus, Daddy."

Eventually you collected yourself well enough to go eat lunch before returning to your classroom. Normally you took your time eating, but today you bolted down your lunch, hardly tasting it. Tossing the refuse, you return to your classroom and are once again stunned.

There were usually three or four students waiting for you. But today there was only one Clara Shulz. You stare at each other, and unable to help yourself, your mind strips her, leaving her as bare as she was in the gymnasium. Unable to hide your physical reaction. You watch her mouth fall open at the growing tent in your pants.

Shaking yourself, you unlock the classroom door, entering. Clara follows you inside as you hurry up front to sit down at your desk. She drops her books on her desk before whispering, "Is that because of me?"

Not bothering to deny it, you nod your head in defeat. Clara blinks, nervously biting her lower lip. Seeing that you groan as your cock throbbed in your pants. In the past three hours, you've seen rage, fear, and despair in her eyes. Seeing your reaction, she gets a considering look as if you were a product she was considering buying.

After what seemed like an eternity, she walked up to your desk. With every step, you could hear the thudding of blood in your ears. Finally, she placed her hand on your desk. "You've seen everything..." she whispered. "My breasts...my pussy..." Entranced, you could only nod along. You see her lick her lips as if she were trying to talk herself out of something.

Crossing to your side of the desk, her eyes devoured the tent on your pants that seemed to grow even larger the longer she stared. Finally, in a tiny voice, she whispered, "Let me see it."

You jerk as if she just struck you with a hammer. Watching your reaction fueled her confidence as she repeated more loudly, "You've seen me; let me see you."

"I'm going to hell," you whisper out loud as your hands work at your belt. Your conscience was screaming no, but instead of heeding it, you opened your fly before fishing out all 8 throbbing inches of you.

Seeing the immediate interest flare in her eyes ripped another groan from you. Pre-cum started welling up and seeping out of your crown. Seeing Clara wet her lips as she unconsciously moved forward, her hand inching its way towards your lap.

Both of you suddenly flinch as the classroom door opens, and Kenny Robins, arguably the nerdiest student in the 12th grade, comes in from lunch. Nudging your seat forward, you hide your hard-on in the well of your desk as Clara stiffly turns, taking her seat. By the time you called roll, you had managed to put yourself away. Turning off the lights, you start the movie before sitting down in the back of the classroom.

Unfortunately, you weren't able to sit back, relax, and watch a movie you've seen a dozen times. Instead, your mind was back in the hallway behind the stairs. Instead of Toby stripping her, it was now you who tasted her breasts before settling between her open milky white thighs and making her yours. So engrossed were you in the dozens of ways you'd use her delectable body. You almost missed the cutoff point for the film.

Turning on the lights, you pause the movie, wishing your students a good weekend. Among the last to leave was Clara, who paused looking back at you for a long moment. You see a blush start working its way up her cheeks before she turns, hurrying out into the halls.

On the upside, thoughts of Clara and her tight-looking pink pussy weren't what dominated your thoughts during 6th period. Instead, it was Bailey and the note she handed you.

Daddy, your whore's pussy needs your cum sooo badly. Please feed it this weekend.

"Fuck me, do I need to start making a schedule?" You think to yourself. Let's see, Saturday, you're fitting Dallas for a collar. Plus, Beth Anne was spending the night.

Turning the note over, you quickly write.

Sunday night at 8pm, my slut. Wear a skirt or dress, no panties. We're going to the movies.

After taking roll, you get up and walk to the back of the room, making sure to slip Bailey your reply. Hitting the lights, you sit down as the beginning of The Crossing starts for the fifth time today. The last hour seems to fly by, and soon enough you're turning the lights on and pausing the movie.

You were wishing your students a good weekend when you heard a crack of thunder. The rain had arrived.