Strict Teacher. Part 1

By GW

A teacher rules her class with an iron hand, but what happens after class?
 

WARNING: This story contains graphic violence, and n/c sexual scenes.  It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults, over the age of twenty one.

Part 1

"Hey Cindy, since its the first day of school, how about letting us out early? I need a smoke!"  The question came in a brazen drawl.

The teacher froze.  It was her first class in a new school, and Cindy Adams certainly wasn't going to start off on the wrong foot.  She was too good a teacher for that. The insolent question came from Cindy's next door neighbor, Patty Manning.  Cindy wasn't too happy about having Patty in her class, as it was.  The first year she'd taught, she'd naively become too chummy, with some of her students.  She'd  had to put a stop to that, and never made the mistake again.  It was bad for discipline, and she wasn't going to let it happen here. She was here to teach these kids, not be their buddy, and that applied especially to Patty!

After her parents moved to Florida, last spring, Cindy moved into their house, where she'd grown up, and taken a job teaching at the local High School.  When Cindy left home for College, ten years earlier, Patty had been an adorable, six -year-old, with golden curls. Cindy had often baby-sat for the Mannings, when she was in school, herself.  Now, at sixteen, Patty still had the golden curls, but, in Cindy's opinion, the girl was far from adorable.

After a bad breakup of her parents, Patty had become virtually incorrigible.  She was the neighborhood troublemaker.  She bullied younger children, and annoyed the grownups. Cindy wasn't about to take any nonsense from Patty, here in class.

Cindy raised her head slowly, and in her iciest voice snapped.  "You will address me as Miss  Adams, This class will go the full hour, and if I hear of you smoking on school premises, I'll certainly see that you're suspended for a week!  Do you understand me, Miss Manning?

Under Cindy's glare, Patty quickly backed down, and mumbled. "Yes, Miss Adams!"  The rest of the class laughed.  Patty wasn't popular, and she rarely seemed to be put in her place.

Patty sulked for the rest ot the day.  She was furious that her new teacher would treat her like that.  When Cindy moved back home, earlier that summer, Patty thought her former baby-sitter  was the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen.  That short, crisp, brown hair; that tall, voluptuous body; those long gorgeous legs.  She'd developed a crush on the older woman, and did her best to get friendly, but Cindy kept her at a distance, knowing she might have the girl in class.  Now, the object of her unwanted affection had humiliated her.  That was the final straw.  Patty stewed about it all day.  At lunch she slapped one of her classmates who made a joke about her and Miss  Adams. The other girl ran off in tears.  That made Patty feel a little better.

That afternoon, after school, Patty was alone in her back yard, still fuming.  Her mother wouldn't be home from work for hours, and she didn't have many friends, for good reason.  The sulky girl picked up a stick, and  started hitting stones around to ease her frustration.

"Stuck-up Bitch!"  Patty muttered.  "She deserves for someone to treat her like that!"

Just then, Cindy herself walked jauntily up the adjoining driveway, intending to go into her house by the back door.  She was happy to be home; it had been a long day.

Patty couldn't leave well enough alone.  She walked up to Cindy, still swatting stones with the stick.

"That was a real mean way to treat an old friend!"  Patty said in her sulky tone of voice.

It had been an exhausting day, and Cindy wasn't about to sympathize with the exasperating pupil.  She snapped, more sternly than she intended. "I'm not an old friend, Patty!  I was your baby sitter, and now I'm your teacher!   I expect you to treat me with respect, and I'll do the same for you!  If you don't, you'll face disciplinary action!  The only way students learn is if strict discipline is maintained, at all times, and I intend to maintain it!"

"You snotty bitch!"  Patty snarled, and before she could stop herself, she slashed the stick across Cindy's neck. Caught totally by surprise, the blow nearly knocked the beautiful teacher off her feet.

Patty broke out in a cold sweat.  She didn't know what to do.  She certainly never meant to hit a teacher.  God what would her Mom do to her, when she found out?  What would Cindy do to her?  The young teacher was twice her size, and really strong!  Patty had seen Cindy lifting hundred pound bags of fertilizer, as though they were bean bags, earlier that summer.

Just then, retaliation was the furthest thing from Cindy's mind, however. Though she was a college athlete, and still kept herself in marvelous shape, Cindy hated violence and was totally unprepared for the attack.  She rubbed her neck, nervously.  The stick had left a nasty welt, and the pain brought tears to her eyes.  She backed warily away, from the teenager.

Patty started to babble apologies, but then she looked at Cindy, and saw the tears, and the flustered, uncertain expression, as the big, beautiful teacher backed away from her.

"Hey!  The big bitch is scared of me!"  The girl thought.  Patty had become a nasty bully, and when she scented weakness, she liked to capitalize on it.  Without further thought, Patty dived at the older woman.

The new attack, took Cindy off guard, again.  She went over backwards, and Patty  landed on top of her, knocking the breath out of her.

"Get off me! Get off me!" Cindy hollered, trying to roll the blonde teenager off her.  "Oh, this is too much! I guess I'm going to have to teach  this nasty, little snot a lesson!"   Cindy fumed, her anger swallowing her inhibitions against fighting.  Cindy arched her strong back and bridged up, epxecting tos send Patty flying.

Patty was no stranger to this kind of roughhousing, and rode down the bigger girl's frantic, uncoordinated, efforts.  Despite her greater strength and weight, the best Cindy could do was roll over on her stomach. The maneuver didn't dislodge Patty.

Now that Cindy was floundering face down, Patty grabbed the teacher's right arm, and twisted it up high behind her back. Cindy yelped in pain.

As Cindy struggled, her silk blouse, came unbuttoned. That gave Patty an idea. "Let's see what the nasty bitch looks like in her undies!"  The young bully proceeded to pull the blouse right off Cindy's shoulders.

Now, that she'd gone this far, Patty was strangely excited.  She patted the smooth, silky flesh of Cindy's broad back. Why not go for broke?

Cindy was already horrified at losing her blouse, but then, she felt the nasty teenager fumbling at the snaps on her spotless, white bra. "Oh my God! She wouldn't dare!"  But Patty did dare; she tore Cindy's bra free.  Cindy was so alarmed, that she managed, finally, to use her formidable body strength to rear up, and send Patty tumbling over backward.

Once she was free of the hateful, teenager, Cindy scrambled to her feet.  She felt the summer breeze on her nude upper body. Totally embarrassed, her first thought was to cover her large, erect boobs. That pause was a mistake.  It gave Patty time enough to jump up herself.

Patty was furious that the teacher had escaped from under her.  There had been something terribly exciting about the feel of the older woman's big, beautiful body wriggling between her wiry thighs.  Once on her feet, Patty wasted no time. She took out her fury by smacking Cindy across the face, as hard as she could.

The slap stung Cindy something awful, leaving the whole side of her face an angry pink.  She forgot all about teaching the brazen adolescent a lesson. She just wanted to get away form her.  It no longer mattered that her gorgeous breasts were uncovered; she turned to run.  It was too late!  Patty wasn't going to let the beautiful teacher off this easily. She tackled Cindy from behind.

As she fell, Cindy rolled on her back, remembering how helpless she'd felt, face down, with Patty riding her waist.  The frantic teacher found this was no better, in fact it was worse.  Now, Patty was sitting on her neck.  Cindy was forced to look up at the  crotch of the teenager's jeans.  She struggled, nearly panicking, but she couldn't get the insolent girl off her, this time.

There was no doubt that Cindy was strong and athletic.  She had been a near olympic-class swimmer and a demon tennis player, but she had never wrestled, and she found it required skills she'd never developed.  Sheer strength just wasn't enough.  Patty had already hurt her repeatedly, and by now, though she hated to admit it to herself,  the teacher was scared of  the vicious young bully.  In this game, she was no match for the young tomboy, who'd long delighted in fighting other kids her age.  That had been fun, but dominating a grownup woman, a teacher to boot, was heavenly.  Now that she realized that Cindy couldn't defend herself, she proceeded to torment the older woman with a variety of painful holds.
 

End of Part 1
 

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