Your teacher

You remember it like yesterday, when you meet your mistress for the first time. It was Monday and your first lesson were math. At your college, math is the most hated lesson. Math alone is difficult and you always needed to study a lot to keep your grades in the upper part of the class. But the true Problem was Miss Cole, your teacher. She was 56 years old, never married and seems to hate her students.

She never explains anything properly and expands her lessons over half of your break. She also scolds students who are less than five minutes too early for her class for being late and forces them to clean the classroom in the rest of their break. When somebody asks her anything, she gets immediately annoyed and dismissive. And there was a situation when she sends a good student to detention because he disturbed the lesson by telling her she missed a minus in a calculation.

However, when you arrived in class, you were surprised to find the college director, Professor Wulf, in front of the class. And he had a young woman at his side. She looked not much older than you, maybe three or four years, and seemed to be a little nervous. You suspected her to be a new student, but Miss Cole was nowhere to be seen. When the lesson began, the young woman stepped forward and smiled shy.

“Greetings students,” the young woman greeted you, “my name is Rachel Hunter. I’m a trainee teacher and I will replace your dear Miss Cole, who sadly felt ill over the weekend. And will give my best to be a great help for you, even if I have not nearly as much experience as your other teachers.”

The rest of the class was not exactly sad about the fact that Miss Cole has been replaced by a friendly, good looking young woman. Most of the guys and even some girls were very interested in her. However, you could also see the sour look in the eyes of some girls who actually feared about their boyfriend’s attentions.

“Well, I would say, Miss Hunter, I will leave you to your work then,” Director Wulf said gentle and left smiling, “be nice to her, students. This school has a great reputation to defend.”

In the first lesson, Miss hunter tried to find out about where your class was with the school stuff. She seemed to be a bit overtaxed, which was understandable because it was her first task as a teacher. It didn’t take long until two groups formed among students. One tried to get Miss Hunters affection by proving their knowledge and working hard. The other group tried to intimidate her with disrespectful flirting and overdrawn complains to keep her under control. You were in the first group.

Miss Hunter seemed to struggle for the first few days. But she stayed steadfast and asked several students from to visit her after class for some private talking. And surprisingly, the group of teaches pets, as it was called by the rough students, grew constantly. Two weeks passed and Miss Cole was still not back. Rumor was that she was not ill but had a car accident and would stay in hospital for several months. Probably for the rest of the year.

And then it happened, that Miss Hunter stopped you at the end of a lesson and asked you to visit her in her office after school. You were surprised, since you had done nothing wrong and always stayed respectful. Miss Hunter ensured you that everything was fine, but she wanted to talk to all of her students at least once. So, after your last lesson on this faithful Thursday, you headed to the office and surprisingly, you met two more students. Girls to be precise, but not from your class. You all entered and inside, Miss Hunter offered all of you a seat. Both girls immediately sat down on the outer chairs and you took the place in the middle.

Not that you would have a problem with sitting between two good looking girls, but the whole atmosphere was strange. It felt so strict suddenly and it was like all three against you and you had little to say. While Miss Hunter talked about how much she hoped you are all fine and do your best, you noticed there are three glasses of orange juice in front of you and the glasses of the girls were already half empty.

One of the girls at your side took much more interest in you than in Miss Hunters talking. She looked almost lurking or threatening at you and your still full glass. You felt it would be best to drink a little, even if your inner feeling warned you about it.

You drank also half of it and answered some questions about how good you are with the stuff, what are your goals after school and if you have any problems outside of class. After some minutes you started to feel dizzy and it got harder and harder keeping your eyes open. You didn’t even realize, that Miss hunter stopped talking and the girls

“Took you long enough, boy” one of the girls mumbles and faces you, “I thought we would stay here forever. Do you want me to I take him, boss?”

“Thanks, honey, but this one is for me,” Miss Hunter answers while your head begins to spin.

You tried to get up, but as soon as you were on your feet, you immediately fall down. You have no strength left in your body. Miss Hunter caught you and hold you tight. And it was very likely not an accident, that she pressed your face between her boobs.

“Hush, boy,” Miss Hunter said and caressed your head, “just relax and breath. Let it happen. You are in good hands. And when you wake up, you will be where you belong.”