putting Miss Gatlin in her place

"Well, I hope so!" said Miss Gatlin.

"Let's go see right now," said Mr. Horner. He was glad it was a teacher work day, and there were no students. He walked up to Miss Gatlin and the two walked towards the girls locker room off the gym.

"Tell me, are you a lesbian?" asked Mr. Horner.

Miss Gatlin froze. "No!...and that is none of your business!" she snorted in derision. "you want to be brought up on sexual harrassment charges?"

"Relax, you want me to know about your sex life. You're OK with that. You trust me."

Miss Gatlin calmed down. "Yeah, you're just the janitor, so what harm could it do?"

'Just the janitor'?" thought Mr. Horner. 'We'll see about that!' "In fact, you ARE bisexual. You love to be dominated AND humiliated by both men and women. Humiliation is your sexual fetish."

Miss Gatlin screwed up her face for a moment. "Um...yeah...you're right. Uh, how did you know?"

"Oh, you told me once. Now let's see about these toilets." The two started walking again. "You told me how you want to put an ad on the internet looking for a nice couple who wants a submissive sex **** looking to be used and degraded. Have you done that yet?"

"Well, no, not yet," said the still confused young teacher.

"Well, get on that!" They entered the girls locker room and went to the toilets. There were three stalls. Mr. Horner opened the first one. "I cleaned these yesterdays. You don't approve?"

"No, they still stink!"

"I think they're fine. Get down there and lick that toilet seat all around. Lick every square milimeter."

Miss Gatlin's eyes grew wide, she blusehd, and trembled a bit, but went over to the toilet and knelt down. She started running her tongue along the toilet seat.

"Yep, that is getting you so hot and horny. I bet your wondering which of your girls' ass was on that last."

Miss Gatlin started to breath heavier.

"You know, the more you're humiliated, the hornier you get. The hornier being humiliated gets you, the more humiliated you are that it DOES turn you on. It's a cruel little cycle." He watched as her breathing grew heavier. "Now, cleaning these toilets is YOUR job! Tomorrow, bring a toothbrush and some baking soda and get her an hour early and scrub those toilets! I will meet you here after school and see if they're clean enough to eat off of. Oh, and go to Mr. Tomliss in wood shop and have him make you a paddle with holes in it. Bring it home and paddle yourself good and hard when you fantasize about your female students because you do do that! When your finished licking that, you may stay here and masturbate while you think of this humiliation. Good day, Miss Gatlin. "

Mr. Horner strode down the hall like the king of the world. What would his next encounter bring?