*Of course, this story has consensual sex between persons of over 18 years of age.
This is a long one guys – it's the only way I saw this part happening. *
2: Guidance Councillor
- Spread your legs, bitch –
I groaned as I read the message, knowing Master and my conscience would punish me if I didn't obey. To fight it was pointless, I would have to do as Master commanded.
Anna leaned over and read the message, smirking as I blushed. The tall math teacher wasn't attractive, but overweight, balding, and had a habit of sweating through his clothes so the darker patches were vivid when compared to his muted business shirts.
"Are you obeying him yet?" Anna snarled, digging at me with the eraser tip of her pencil.
"I... I... I'm not wearing panties." I blushed again.
"Why not slut?" Anna fell into her dominating personality with ease.
"He told me to take them off at lunch. I'm so excited Anna, I'm not sure if I can do this..."
"You have to, Lauren. That's the point." Anna's tone was harsh, but her words sympathetic.
Groaning, I started to slide my feet apart. My knees stayed together though, I hadn't quite gotten up enough courage to part my legs also.
Another jab from Anna's eraser sent my knees skittering apart. I continued to tackle my cubic equations, blushing violently and trying to ignore Anna's giggles.
"He's looking, Lauren! Ooh! His eyes just went wide! Oh shit, he's coming over..." Anna's commentary died off as we saw the shadow of Mr O'Donnell's bulk looming before my desk.
"Where are you up to, ladies?" He asked, one eyebrow jumping rather high.
Motioning to my page, I tried to hold my breath without him noticing. Anna's silence was noticeable, and I tried not to laugh at her screwed up nose.
The bell rang, and I started to pack my books in my bag. Anna didn't bother organising her bag, preferring to sweep her books haphazardly into her bag, then shake her bag until they all fit.
"Class, you may go. Anna and Lauren; a word, please."
The class hooted at us, laughing as they walked out, leaving us behind. Anna and I looked at each other nervously, wondering what was going to happen. I couldn't doubt that from Master's text, he had hoped I would be entering into one of his fantasies, but I wasn't sure if math class was really the best way to enter these fantasies.
"Girls. Do you know what workplace harassment or sexual harassment is?"
"Yes, sir." We hung our heads, guessing the fantasies wouldn't be entered into in math.
"Girls, you have just harassed me. I am most disappointed in you, and quite surprised by such happenings. Now, I will not report you two if you promise me you will not do this again. However, I will report you to the guidance councillor. Clearly, you two have a few things you need to sort out." He snickered as he said the last sentence, pulling a cold, shady smirk.
Embarrassed, we agreed. Slinging our bags onto our backs, we trudged out of his office. Anna had never looked so scared. As tough of a girl though Anna is, she'd never been to the guidance councillor's office.
Knocking on the door, Mr O'Donnell waited with us until we were called in, before opening the door a little as he smirked at us again, and walking away down the corridor.
"Enter!" The voice called again, clearly agitated that we hadn't obeyed the first time. Looking at each other, we gathered our courage and stepped through the door.
And stopped.
The guidance councillor wasn't there. At least, not the old, grey haired, church – going lady who had been the councillor since we started in year 8. In her place was a young, fit, completely sexy man who seemed more likely to jump in his car and drive out to a nightclub, than bother with a high school filled with idiots. Not that we were idiots.
"Take a seat." He motioned to the beanbags on the floor, and took a seat on the office chair, swinging it backwards so the neck to the back was between his legs.
"Where's... where's Mrs Scott?" I gulped, lightly, though enough to notice.
He laughed, a deep sound, and Anna and I sank deeper into the beanbags.
"She's retired. So I'm taking over until they get someone with more... qualifications. Guess you could say, I'm the sub," he chuckled again.
"Oh," we sighed, grinning.
"So, why are you here?" He asked, blowing one of his brown curly locks of hair away from his gorgeous hazel eyes.
Embarrassed again, Anna and I looked away.
"Oh, my name's Benjamin, by the way. You girls are?"
"Anna, and I'm Lauren." I mumbled, unwilling to engage him in any more conversation.
"What happened, girls?"
Anna took in a huge breath and looked at me.
"We gotta tell him. Mr O'Donnell's gonna check to make sure we got detention or something."
I shuddered, and looked down at my feet.
"I was... I have... well..."
"Yes?" He prompted.
I sucked in another breath, and spilled about Master, and how Anna had played a role in what happened. Benjamin's eyes widened, and his eyebrows lifted, but he kept silent until I finished.
"Well. I've never heard of that happening before!" he laughed, before readjusting his seat. I could see Anna was also fidgeting. She thought the whole story about Master was incredibly hot, and always got turned on as she thought about it.
"I expect you should be punished for it, then?" Benjamin asked.
Uncomfortable, I nodded, unsure about what was going to happen.
"Give me your phone please, and unlock it for me." I obeyed, still not making eye contact.
Standing up, he turned away from us, and started to tap on my smart phone. Holding the phone to his ear, he motioned for us to stay still and silent, and turned away.
Anna and I could only look at each other, shocked, completely unnerved by what was going on. Benjamin had a muffled conversation on my phone, before saying 'ok' and hanging up.
He turned to us, smiling.
"Well, that was a very nice phone call. Now stand up." He ordered.
"Strip."
We obeyed. Taking off our shirts, we slipped out of our skirts, and stood before Benjamin in our underwear.