Early Sunday afternoon, I finally decided for myself to change my hubby.
But I wanted to do it as something more piquant. With whom exactly, I did not have such a question. Yes, even with his students. Fortunately, young people are now accelerated. Guys are brave guardsmen. Take at least Pavlov Vadim or Vernitsky Andrew - ninth-graders, and a height of more than 1 meter 80 cm. Somehow I saw them in physical education, developed like real men. And as is usually the case with such boobies, they physically vymahali hoo, but they have not yet acquired a great mind. The performance of one, that the other was not at the highest level, especially in my subject, mathematics. Deciding to take them into my own hands, I began to carry out a plan for their moral repression and submission to my will. After one of his lessons in which Pavlov received a deuce, I ordered Vadim to stay at the end of all the classes for additional individual classes with him on new material.
“If you, Pavlov, have the same attitude to my subject as now, then I will not allow you to take the math exam,” I told him firmly during the lesson after the next two, which I slapped him for unfulfilled homework.
-Anna Mikhailovna.- he muttered in response.- You just find fault with me. I did something right? Why two? Could and C grade put.
- After the lessons, you will come to me in the class of mathematics. Otherwise we will talk with you in the presence of parents and the principal, okay?
“But today my class teacher Valentina Markovna leaves me for an extra lesson in the Russian language.” The guy retorted.
“So-so-so,” I thought, did Valentine put an eye on this student.
- And how long have you stayed on these extra classes in Russian? - I was very curious at what stage of processing this boy was at his classroom teacher. Knowing the character and temperament of my colleague Valentina, I almost did not doubt that the reason for the extra classes was not so much his poor academic performance as her weakness for young boys.
“It's the third week, and every day,” he replied.
Then I decided to intercept him and wrest it from the hands of this slag, at least for a while.
- Nothing, come to me today. And I will explain to Valentina Markovna. Mathematics is no less important than the Russian language. Therefore, today you will work with me, and another day you will study Russian. Do you understand everything Pavlov? Try not to come.
- Well, Anna Mikhailovna, I will certainly come, only you tell Anna Mikhailovna that you are taking me for today.
I had the following two classes in other classes, but in my mind I was all alone with my student - one on one. How to behave with him? Immediately suppress his will or do it gradually, I could not decide. How will he react to my female domination? Whether it will be all a secret or will become the property of school life, I did not know yet. In practice, everything turned out to be much simpler and more banal. It turned out that the guy was already completely demoralized by his class teacher. And when, and most importantly, as soon as she managed to break it off, it remained a mystery to me. My colleague Valentina was already putting into practice what I was carrying in the plans.
Classes came to an end. And I was expecting the arrival of my student for extra classes.
They knocked on the door with the words: - Can I?
He was on the threshold.
- Come on in, Pavlov. What are you standing in the door. Sit at the first desk.
The guy began to pass into the classroom, and after his class teacher appeared on the threshold. - What, Pavlov, in mathematics, too, do not have time? Yes, you have a round Losers, it turns out. Hello, Anna Mikhailovna. Have you decided to work with him after school?
- Yes, Valentina Markovna. Your student's affairs are very bad. Do not want to learn my subject.
And if it continues like this, it can remain for the second year. I am not kidding.
It will be necessary to talk with his parents about this.
- And there is no one to talk to. Mother is an alcoholic. And he does not recognize her. And they have no father.
So you and I will have to decide his fate, Anna Mikhaylovna. We will re-educate him.
I'm already doing this. True, Vadim?
- Yes, Valentina Markovna! - probubil himself a student under his breath. He was obviously depressed and looked blankly down at the desk.
The teacher came close to him. With one hand, grabbing him by the hair and sharply throwing back his head, the second weighed a biting slap.
- Look into my eyes when you talk to me and answer as I taught you.
The guy turned red and immediately answered clearly and distinctly: - Yes, Mrs. Valentina Markovna.
From what I saw at first I was taken aback and felt a sharp excitement in the lower abdomen.
Valentina turned to me and asked smiling: - And you do not want to punish him?
I punish him every time for a bad evaluation. So you can join me in this question.
- Punishing, how?
- Differently. Poryu it. And in general, I do with him what I want. I have it on a good hook.
- Where are you punishing? In my head, I played different scenes of punishment guy. But what exactly does Valentina do with him and how it all happens is still difficult for me to imagine.
- Mostly at home. But it happens here, in school, in a hurry. And on Saturday and Sunday, I bring him to my dacha, where I really and really carry out educational work with him.
Sometimes my daughter helps me.
“God, how interesting this is.” I, too, must work with him.
- You heard? - Valentina strictly addressed the student?
- Yes, I heard, Mrs. Valentina Markovna.
“In that case, ask Your new Lady to punish you today.” Ask as you do in front of me. Well, alive!
I began to get excited and quietly put my hand on my crotch, sitting comfortably in a chair and spread my legs slightly.
The guy instantly jumped out from behind the desk and came down to me on his knees: - Mrs. Anna Mikhailovna, please punish me for my poor performance.
Then he leaned over my legs and began to lick them. I was shocked.
And the class teacher continued: “If you do not persuade Anna Mikhailovna to punish you, you will receive a double portion from me.”
The guy continued to lick my legs, which made me more and more excited.
Noticing my excitement, Valentine came up to us and grabbed his hair and threw back her head so that he began to look straight into my eyes.
- Pour him - git pieces of five slaps. Be bold, Anna Mikhailovna, bold.
I suddenly wanted to hurt him myself and I hit him.
He immediately said: - Thank you Madam.
I hit him with my second hand. The guy tried to thank for this blow, but did not, because I struck him again in the face. Then again and again. I guess I didn’t understand what she was doing, because Valentina, who had been holding the guy by her hair all this time, suddenly let him go and grabbed my hands merrily said: - Calm down, Anna Mikhailovna. Not all at once. You broke his nose. You better come to my house today and there nobody will hinder you from teaching it from the heart.
- With pleasure, Valentina Markovna. And what at your house nobody will prevent us?
- Not. I live together with my daughter. She always walks somewhere. So I can get rid of the full.
And then she turned to the Pupil: - Go wash in the toilet and that no one there could see you, do you understand?
He left, and my colleague began to look intently into my eyes: - And I like you, Anna Mikhailovna. And very much so. You are a passionate person. And this is my slave. It will be very interesting for me to see how you will work with him. You even can not imagine how you can use this moron.
- And how do you use it?
- This is my slave, my thing and my toilet.
- What do you mean? Can not be? Seriously? - I never ceased to amaze her revelations.
- And what, and I can also use it exactly?
- Of course. Why not?
- Why is he demoralized? Does not resist? Where is his male pride and all that?
- I have dirt on him in the form of photographs, where he is depicted in this form and in such angles that I show them to his classmates, they will lower him below the baseboard.
I invited him to my home, there was a drink. Then my daughter and I tied him up and tortured him for a long time. When he was exhausted and no longer able to resist, we made photos on the background of our asses, forcing him to lick them.
“What a beauty,” I thought.
Meanwhile, our experimental rabbit appeared in the doorway.
Valentine cheerfully chirped: - You, Vadim, today is a holiday. Meet the new Mrs. Anna Mikhailovna. You probably guess what that means? You will have to learn to identify the new Mistress by the sound of footsteps, as well as by taste and smell.
“I understood everything, Madam,” said the boy, my slave, doomfully.