The Windhower

"The Windhover by Gerald Manley Hopkins." Ms. H says as she reads from her book.

"First question, and it's an easy one. Do you know who Hopkins was?"

"He was fucking loser, like you?" Ann grasps.

"Wrong!" Ms. H squeeze Ann tighter as she forces back into her pussy, "He was poet, considered one of the greatest of the Victorian era. Now..." Ms. H squeeze tighter, "Listening closely and soft pokes at my labia, girl. Were you grown in a barn! And remember for each wrong answer you lose more oxygen.

Ms. H starts to read the poem:

To Christ our Lord

I caught this morning morning's minion, king-

dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding

Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding

High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing

In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,

As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding

Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding

Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here

Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion

Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion

Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dearah my dear Compare with the same phrase in the poem “Love (III)” by George Herbert, a poet Hopkins admired.,

Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion."

Ms. H closes the book and loosens her leg, "Very good, girl. I think I came at least once during that reading. Now, what the point of the poem?"

"I don't know...the man liked birds?"

"Wrong again!" Ms. H tightens her legs around Ann, and **** down back into her pussy. The point is gratitude. With how the bird controls the wind, and how man controls the elements. We should be grateful that one is allowed one control over such things. Just as you should grateful that you are eating my pussy."

Ann struggles as she fights to breathe. Ms. H sighs, "I see we need to do a more drastic approach to your learning."

She lets go as Ann, whose face is covered in pussy juice, and opens her book to another page and pulls out something, "More drastic indeed."