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XXX Erotica – Suzie’s Adventures Part 1
I sat doodling in the empty classroom, popping my bubble gum. I embellished a swirl on a Golden Snitch. A glance over my shoulder at the clock verified the time 3:15 pm. If I could just finish this “re-take,” I could go back to Katie’s, and we could try on the makeup we shoplifted last week. I finished coloring a corner on Slytherin’s locket horcrux and pondered. Mother wouldn’t come around for another hour, just to be annoying. She thought it would force me to try rather than waste my time. I started drawing the devices that destroyed each horcrux next to them, opposing forces balancing the whole of the drawing, in a way, around a giant lightning bolt. If only Mr. Jewls would get here and just give me the quiz. I huffed, annoyed. Maybe I could add an owl on the paper…?
The door creaked open and fell closed as Mr. Jewls finally strode into the room. “Alright, alright, sorry I’m late,” he said genially, adjusting a clipboard and his suit jacket, “The Teacher of the Year lunch banquet was just going so long!”
Fake humble brag, I thought viciously.
“But it’s good to see you here, Susie.”
I balked inwardly but remained outwardly stoic. Sue, Susan, anything, but never Susie. Not since kindergarten.
He grabbed my paper and examined the doodles. “Wow, such a talented artist! Mm, very good. Do you like the Flash?” he asked, gesturing to the lightning bolt.
“Yeah,” I said flatly, not bothering to correct him. Come on, hurry up.
“Right, okay, well, hopefully it won’t take too long; the review in class should have covered everything. Here you go,” he said. He set a five-question worksheet down in front of me. It looked normal, except,
I stared at it for a second and frowned. “Is this a joke?”
“No, no joke! We covered this in class.”
elf
+ elf
______
egg
+ egg
______
ears
+ ears
______
opt
+ tool
_____
“What?”
I really wasn’t as stupid as he probably thought I was.
“Go ahead,” he said, pulling up a chair next to me. “I’ll be right here.”
“This is stupid.”
“No, well, I know it’s short, but just start writing.”
“No numbers? It’s math.”
“Oh, yes, well, it was in the lesson, and this is math.”
“Whatever.” Terse, monosyllabic. I thought. “Look, this doesn’t even work with a logic problem, like, if it were a word problem or something.”
“Nope,” he said. “It is math,” he repeated.”Okay, you know,” he swept his hair out of his eyes, “I know it can be overwhelming, but we’ll get it. Look,” he scribbled “fool” next to the first problem. “You try.”
I continued to glare at him.
“I know you might feel like you’re stupid right now -” What, because of a bunch of nonsense words?? “-but you don’t really have to be that way. I can help you get smarter.”
Still with that bland, dumb, fake look of concern. I continued to glare. He couldn’t make me speak.
Mr. Jewls picked up the pencil again and held it out.
He really did think I would do it. Dumbass. “I won’t.”
“I know you can; it’s easy!”
One “problem” with Mr. Jewls’ classroom was that no one had updated it with a security camera, just the hallways and, so far, one or two classrooms. Of course, this meant he couldn’t come to the principal armed with camera footage as a back-up.
I spat my gum in his face.
It hit him square on the nose and fell on my desk.
He peeled the gum off the desk surface, looked at it, and shoved it in my face. I leaned back as far as I could away from the sticky glob. Peculiarly, he was still smiling. “What should I do with this? Maybe I should put it in your hair.” Mr. Jewls grabbed a section of my pigtail.
“HEY.” I pulled away. “You can’t…”
“Oh? I think it would look nice.”
“No…” I tried to grab my pigtail back, but he waved the gum at me so that I had to shrink back from my own spit. I’d been growing my hair a couple of years now; I wasn’t about to let this old fart ruin that. “You can’t – wait ’til I tell – !”
Mr. Jewls shoved the wad back in my mouth. I choked momentarily. He seized the opportunity to stand up, delighted for some reason. “Are you going to tell your mommy? Let’s call her now.”
I spat the ruined germy gum back on the desk while he pulled out his phone. “Fine. She doesn’t care anyway.”
Evidently, my mother picked up.
“Oh, hi!” He greeted her with an annoying familiarity he didn’t deserve. “Yes, we have Susie here; we are going through the quiz.” He nodded. “Mhm. Yes, that’s what I thought. Great, I certainly don’t want her to fail! No, no trouble, teaching is really my calling; a little extra tutoring is nothing. Okay, yeah! Wonderful. Well, I’m sure I’ll see you around. Bye.” He hung up.
I rolled my eyes, still a little shocked that he had the balls to shove the gum in my mouth. I slumped back in my chair. He couldn’t know I was affected. Mr. Jewls turned back to me.
“Great news! You have permission to stay here as long as I like, so that we can make sure you remember the lesson.”
I glared at him. Great. Now Mother had an excuse not to think about me for the whole afternoon.
“Okay, well, I’m trying; I really care about you. Susie, I care about all my students. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to…hold out your hand.”
I gave him a weird look as a response to his weird request but stood up to face him and held out my hand.
WHACK!
He pulled a ruler from his side with his right hand and smacked me on the palm.
I jerked away, but he held me there with his left hand and hit me several more times on the wrist and arm. I froze, truly freaking out for the first time. Never, never had I ever heard of a teacher hitting a student. I didn’t think a teacher had so much as given me a hug since third grade, and those were young women, not tall, distinguished men…
Then, another surprise. He closed the pencil in my hand, put it on the paper, and traced out “PAGE,” scrawling messily as I jerked away again. Mr. Jewls let go, seemingly proud at accomplishing something.
“No! No, I’m leaving. I’m out of here.” I turned and walked fast towards the door without looking back, but after only a few steps, Mr. Jewls came out of nowhere. He used his body to block my way from the door. I realized that the lack of cameras was a double-edged sword. What on earth was he willing to do?
My unvoiced question was quickly answered. Mr. Jewls advanced on me, sighing with some kind of regret or disappointment. Maybe he truly did believe everything he said. “Now,” he started, “I know it’s old fashioned, but sometimes you have to go with tried-and-true methods.” He held up a heavy paddle. “I asked your mother’s permission about this, too. She agrees with me.”
I backed up in fear and outrage.
“No, no, you’re not allowed, you can’t.”
“Oh, I did get permission, I know corporal punishment isn’t really in fashion, and I hate to resort to something so crude, but we need to go through a process,” he said, backing me into a desk.
“You can’t,” I repeated, sure he was bluffing but unsure of his next move. Hopefully, he wouldn’t get the chance. I turned, again, intending to leave, but Mr. Jewls used my momentum to turn me towards the desk itself, and, grasping my wrists in one hand, he stretched my arms over the desk. My chest pressed against the desktop, and my ass stuck far out into the aisle. I could feel my face burning in embarrassment. I turned my head as far as possible, but still, Mr. Jewls was out of my vision. To my shame, I felt Mr. Jewls push my skirt farther up my lower back.
I could feel the hard, wood board of the paddle touch my cheeks through my white panties. I almost wished I wore something less plain, as long as they were in full view— it was an odd passing thought in front of a teacher. The wood stroked against my bottom gently. Time stood still. Then…
WHACK! The first hit surprised me so much I gasped aloud.
WHACK! The second hit left my ass and upper thighs tingling.
WHACK! Heat rushed down and between my legs. Between that and my pink face, I felt a sharp contrast with the cool air in the classroom.
WHACK!
WHACK!
Suddenly, I felt his hand massaging the areas of impact.
“Good girl, we don’t want to hurt you too much,” he said gleefully. His hand moved in circles, over my thighs and inward, brushing between my legs over my panties. I held back another gasp but trembled slightly. “Oh! But what’s this?” He deliberately brushed a knuckle over my most private folds, over a damp spot in my white underwear. “Oh!” He laughed. “Look at that; you’re wet!”
He was right; somewhere along the way, my body started reacting on its own. It had to be on its own. It had to be his fault, for paddling me right by something so private.
Mr. Jewls had other ideas.
“It makes sense now; you’d have a crush on me! All this time, you were acting out for attention.” He slid his hips flush with mine, moving his hand up my waist.
“N-no! Th-that’s not true!” I protested wildly. It was never true! He gave me assignments, called me out in class, annoyed the hell out of me, but I never thought about him like that! I mean, his hair was pretty cool, and he had to dress up for work as a grown-up, but…this was way out of bounds; he wasn’t allowed to do this to me!
“You don’t have to deny it; I’ve heard what a dirty, slutty girl you are. You know, I heard a rumor about you and the football team; that’s so cliche!” His hands moved to my chest and roughly groped my breasts. I struggled furiously, refusing to give him a response. Maddeningly, the spot on my underwear started to soak through. It was only two boys, not the whole team, and they each gave me twenty dollars for a blowjob; the joke was on them.
“It’s supposed to be a cheerleader, not some slut like you,” mused Mr. Jewls.
I saved my breath by not responding, trying to get off the desk. He lifted his weight away from me long enough for me to turn around and step, only to slam me against the wall. I panted with fear, or effort, or both.
“Not even wearing a bra.
Of course, you’re really asking for it with your nipples poking through your shirt like that.”
I gasped as he fondled them and pinned me to the wall between his hand. He pressed his pelvis forward, and I could feel a long hardness in the front of his pants. I shuddered at his apparent arousal, or perhaps at the fresh flood in my underwear.
Suddenly, inexplicably, he let go.
I ran hard for the door, threw it open, and was halfway down the hallway before I realized I didn’t even have my phone.
My hands clutched my hair in torment. What to do, what to do? I paced the empty hallway. The buses had already left, and most clubs were already in full session.
My backpack, my school stuff, I could leave it behind and jump the fence behind the school, walking through the park path until I made it home. Longer time to get home than usual, sure, but I’d walked once or twice before, and my mother sure wasn’t going to show up until at least 6 pm.
But my phone…I couldn’t talk to Katie or anyone. I couldn’t check Insta or Facebook. For all I knew, Derek started shit on Katie’s account again. No, I couldn’t do it. I had to go back in there and get my phone before I left. Maybe he was gone by now.
I opened the door.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t left. Not only that, his intrusive hands were flipping through a notebook of mine. Another book lay on the floor, and…he held my phone. S.O.B. He looked up.
“That’s my shit,” I yelled. “You can’t do this; my dad will make you sorry! I’ll tell him, and I’ll tell the principal!” If he roped my mother in on it, he can’t’ve reached Dad, not a few states away, and Mr. Jewls had a boss, too.
He smirked. “It won’t make any difference. Who are they going to believe?”
I snatched at my stuff, but he scattered most of it so I couldn’t haul off straight away. And he still held my phone.
“The Teacher of the Year?” he asked, moving forward like a dangerous maniac. I looked for a way out. “Or a little, failed slut?”
Mr. Jewls pushed me to the ground, and I landed hard on the stupid, multicolored carpet. In seconds he was on top of me, throwing my shoes behind him and unbuttoning my shirt. I wrestled to get to something, anything I could grab or use as leverage, but he pinned me with all his weight and held up a black marker.
“You know, you’re the only student failing; it makes me mad,” he said, eyes darkening. “Do you know what that would look like if you failed, on my record, the Teacher of the Year?”
“Let me go! Let me go!” I said fiercely, rolling, tossing, anything to try to get him off me.
“I’m doing this because I want you to succeed.
“I really care, Susie.”
How twisted, how horrible, my own mother wouldn’t even say that to me. “This reminder should help,” he said, pulling my shirt open and holding the marker, poised, above my ribs.
“You…what are you doing?” I panicked as he wrote on my bare body.
Mr. Jewls capped the marker, shifted his weight again, and held my arms. “2…plus….2….equals…’kiz!'” he said, reading it off my skin.
“That’s – that’s not even a word, ‘kiz,'” I said frantically, grasping for reality.
He giggled abruptly. The brief distraction let me rip from his vise grip. I ran for the door again, away from this madman. For a moment, I thought he would catch me when my socks wiped me out in front of the door, but he merely casually got up and straightened his clothes. I scrambled to my feet and just put my hand on the door handle when he reminded me of the cameras in the hall.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he wagged a finger at me. “They’ll catch you on video in the hallway.” I froze, clutching my shirt closed over the messy marker. I would have to button my shirt all the way. That is, if I didn’t want security and everyone in the world seeing my breasts, smooth my hair if I didn’t want this to be screenshotted and reposted forever on Snapchat, and all while pushing away Mr. Jewls. Just running wasn’t good enough. I was trapped.
“Tell you what, I’ll make you a deal.”
I allowed myself to glance at him warily.
“I’ll let you leave if you don’t come.”
I frowned at him, thoughts firing rapidly. He had already been a total pervert and completely inappropriate. But I could make my own choice this time, start on MY terms. Whatever little game he had planned, I could get it over with and go home. Better to get through something like this than continue to try to fight the strength and weight of a fully grown man.
“Okay.”
(to be continued)
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