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I know the first two chapters are slow and contain virtually no sex. I promise that will change as the story goes a long.
Not The Teachers Pet Chapter 2
I am Sharon, I am 5'3", reddish brown hair, 100 or so pounds, green eyes, and have small 32 A breasts.
Mr. James is my history teacher he is husky, a bit balding, brown hair and eyes, stands at 5'9". ___________________
I woke up early on Saturday morning with what happened with Mr. James fresh in my mind. I seen my phone on the nightstand and decided I needed to download the pictures to my computer.
Wow they turned out better than I thought they would. I really like the pictures of him kissing my ass. A feeling of power went through my body and made my skin tingle. I decided to remind Mr. James what I had on him.
I dialed his number and he answered on the third ring.
"Hi teach it's Sharon."
He hesitated before I heard, "Uh Hi Sharon, what are you calling for?"
"I just finished printing out your pictures, you should see them. Who knew pictures of a grown man wearing lingerie could be so interesting. For being made with a camera phone you would be amazed how good the quality is."
"Please you promised no one would see them if I gave you an A."
"That is why I am calling, I wanted to make sure you were going to hold up your end of the agreement, or do I need to email these to the principal right now?"
"NO please, I told you I would do it, no one can see them. please..."
Laughing at him, "How pathetic. As long as you understand what will happen if you don't cooperate."
He replied low and meek, "Yes Ma'am, I understand."
Yes Ma'am? I liked that.
"Well teach, have a great weekend and I will see you in class Monday." __________________________
Monday in class we both acted like nothing unusual had happened. The only thing that had changed was that Mr. James did not call on me as often as he use to. When I would catch him looking at me I would met his stare and try to give him my best smirk and he would quickly look away.
By the end of the week he was back to his self, so I decided to shake him up a little. So on Friday when everyone was leaving class, I hung back until we were the only two people in the room.
I approached Mr. James desk and with my sweetest smile on my face I laid a large brown envelope on his desk. When he asked me what was in it, I just laughed and told him if he was smart he would open the envelope in private.
I left him sitting there staring at the envelope like he was afraid it would it bite him if he touched it. ______________________
My parents went out of town for the weekend leaving me and brother home alone. Unlike a lot of brothers and sisters, my brother Brad had I got along pretty good. Sure he was a minor pain at times but not too bad.
Brad is just a year younger which meant he was a Junior. He is 5'8", 140 pounds, has short black hair and blue eyes. I have even heard a couple of my girlfriends talking about how cute he is.
Naturally since our parents were gone we had to throw a party. We agreed to keep it small but you know how teenagers are, my friends invited friends, Brad's friends invited friends so we had a house full of people.
The party was wild and loud and it ended late. When I came down the stairs around 11:30 Sunday Morning I was shocked to see just what a mess the house was in. I was pouring myself a glass of orange juice when Brad joined me in the kitchen.
Brad said it was a good thing that Mom and Dad were not coming home until tomorrow or we would never get the house cleaned in time. To bad we could not just hire someone to come in and clean it up for us.
I started laughing and told him I think I had a better idea. I knew someone who might do it for free. Brad asked me who it was and I told him I could not tell him, not now anyway, and he would have to stay away for a few hours. He just shrugged and said as long as he did not have to clean it up he did not care.
It was not long until Brad told me he was going over to a friends house and for me to call him if my plan fell through and I needed his help. I told him I was sure my friend would come through for me.
After Brad left I dialed Mr. James number, He must have seen it was me by the caller ID, because his words were low and hurried, "Please Sharon, I can't talk now."
"That's ok Teach, you can just listen. I need you to come over to my house."
"I am not sure that is a good idea besides I am not sure I could get away right now."
I could not help but laugh at him, "You seem to think you have a say so in the matter. You have one hour, if you are late I will very disappointed in you and who knows what I will decide to do with the pictures of you."
"Ok, OK I will be there, I am sure I can make up something to get away."
"Good girl (Good girl? wonder where that came from), now I want you to wear something frilly and sissy under your male clothes, preferable in black and whatever you chose, it should include garters and stockings. I assume you have heels, bring a pair."
Before he could protest I hung up the phone.
Exactly 58 minutes later Mr. James pulled into the driveway. We live on property that consists of a two story, four bedroom house and several acres. I was sure Mr. James was glad that the neighbors could not see his car in our driveway.
When he knocked I let him wait. He knocked again, this time louder. Finally I let him in.
"You are late teach!!!"
"Please Sharon I am sorry I was at your front door for several minutes. I was on time really."
"Well I do not have time to punish you right now, I need you to get to work."
"Get to work?"
"Look around, you can see this house is a mess. I need you to clean it up. If you think it looks bad in here you should see the kitchen."
"I am not your house keeper."
Oh goody I thought, teach still has a little fight left in him, this could be fun.
I slapped him hard across the face.
"As long as I have those pictures, and as long as you want to keep teaching you will be my housekeeper, the pool guy or my chauffeur, if I say so."
Mr. James was looking down and rubbing his face.
"Now I assume the bag you are carrying contains the pair of heels I told you to bring."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Just set them on the coffee table for now, you need to get to work, I don't know how good of a house cleaner you are but you are not leaving here until the place is spotless. Do you understand?"
I got a very weak "Yes Ma'am" in reply.
"The vacuum cleaner and the trash bags are in the hall closet, get to work, Teach."
I sat back on the couch and started thumbing through the channels acting uninterested as Mr. James began picking up trash. After about an hour he had the living room looking pretty good.
I told him he looked like he needed a break, and he could rest while we talked, I wanted to ask him some questions.
"So teach, how long have you been a fag?"
"Please Sharon, I am not gay and I would appreciate it if you quite calling me teach."
"I will call you anything I damn well please. I will call you teach, I will call you slut, bitch, sissy or whore if I chose too. Now I asked you how long you have been gay?"
"I am not gay."
"OK if you say so, then how long have you been wearing panties?"
Mr. James turned red as he answer, "I have been wearing panties since I was 15."
"How did you get started?"
"Uh, I was babysitting at a neighbors, I went looking for some diapers for the baby and while I was looking I found a pair of lime green panties on the bedroom floor. For some reason I was drawn to them."
"So you were a pervert even when you were young. Were the panties dirty? Did you sniff them before you tried them on?"
His eyes would not meet mine. "Yes Sharon."
"I think I liked it better when you say Yes Ma'am."
"Yes Ma'am."
Before I allow you to get back to work. I want you to say something for me in your most sissy voice. I want you to say it with pride. Say I am Mr. James a teacher at West High School and I am a sissy faggot and proud of it."
He hesitated so I slapped him again. He reluctantly said the words I told him to say. I made him repeat them again but louder.
He looked like he was in tears when he was through.
"Now since you hesitated and just to make things more interesting, strip for me. Show me what sissy things you are wearing underneath."
Mr. James stood there a few seconds like he was trying to decide, then lowered his head in defeat. First he took off the tan polo shirt to reveal a black lacy bra with inserts, giving him a nice set of tits.
He had to take off his shoes before he could take his pants off. When he did, I seen that Mr. James was wearing a black garter belt, black stockings and lacy black panties.
I ordered him to put on the heels. Mr. James would never pass as a woman but he did not look to bad in lingerie and it was obvious that he had experience walking in heels.
"OK slut, back to work. NOW!!"
While he started cleaning the kitchen I went to get my camera. He jumped when the camera flashed the first time.
He started whining, "please Sharon, no more pictures."
I walked over to him. He seemed scared to have me get this close. I reached down and squeezed his cock hard.
"I thought I told you to call me Ma'am? If not Ma'am, I will accept Ms. Sharon. Do you understand bitch?"
He just nodded.
"I said do you understand?" and squeezed harder.
"Yes Ms. Sharon I understand, but please no more pictures."
"By now you should know that you have no control of what happens when you are around me." This time I not only squeezed but I started to twist, making him scream in rain.
After we came to an understanding, I made him go through several different poses. I asked him if he was hard and then I made him take his cock out for me.
Hard it was just over 5 inches. I took pictures of him playing with his little cock. Right before he was about to cum, I told him to catch the cum in his hands, if just a drop hit the floor I would spank him until he could not set down.
Mr. James was a good girl and when his body shuddered and he shot his load he caught every drop. I told him to spread it over his face and coat his lips with his cum.
He acted like he was going to refuse but then he done as he was told. I snapped several pictures of him with cum all over his face. I told him not to dare wipe it off but to get back to cleaning the kitchen.
"I have something I need to work on, when you are ready for me to inspect your work, come and find me,"
"yes Ma'am."
I was sitting on the couch with my laptop when he finally said he was finished. We went back to the kitchen and amazingly it was spotless, Mr. James really was a good housekeeper.
"Every thing looks fine. I know you are anxious to leave, your pretty wife is probably wondering where you are. Does she know you wear panties?"
"Uh she knows, but does not approve. She tolerates it."
"So she would be very upset if it became public?"
"Yes Ms. Sharon."
"I just thought of something. If you have been dressing since you were 15, I bet you have a feminine name you like to go by when dressed. What is it?"
"Yes Ma'am, I like Cassie."
"Well Cassie is a pretty name. Now come her I want to show you something I have been working on."
I sat my laptop on the kitchen table and pulled up a file. Cassie looked like someone had knocked all the breath out of her when she seen what it was.
On the computer screen, the pictures I had taken were popping up and you could hear Mr. James voice. I had not told him I was recording our conversation earlier.
As the pictures flash up you could hear "I have been wearing panties since I was 15. I was babysitting at a neighbors, I found a pair of lime green panties on the bedroom floor. For some reason I was drawn to them. I am Mr. James a teacher at West High School and I am a sissy faggot and proud of it. "
Mr. James, or Cassie, was horrified. "Pleas Ms. Sharon you have to delete that, PLEASE I will do anything."
I let out another laugh, "You will do anything I say from now on anyway. Especially because of that. Cassie we are going to do one more thing just to re enforce the fact that I own you now. Get on all fours."
As he got into position, I took a wooden spoon from a drawer.
"Now I want you to play with that little sissy dick of yours. I am going to spank you until you cum."
He did not even argue, Cassie started rubbing his cock before I landed the first blow. I was not really out to hurt him, just embarrass him some more so I was not swatting him hard.
I had not landed many more than ten swats before Cassie shot his load onto the floor.
I told him when he finished licking it up he could leave. In just moments the floor was spotless.
Before he left he said he wanted to ask a favor. I told him, he could ask but I was not making any promises.
"Please will you stop calling my home phone, my wife might answer and she is not dumb, she will figure something is going on fast."
I thought about it, "Ok here is what you are going to do, go out and buy a cheap disposable cell phone. Then give the number only to me. Or I will start calling every day and you had better hope you are there to answer."
"Yes Ms. Sharon I will do as you say. I will give you the number as soon as I can."
I swatted him on the butt and told him to go home, he was dismissed. He started to dress, I told him he could do that in the drive way and pushed him out the door.
He quickly dressed and drove away, just as my brother was driving up. _________________
To be continued.......