Mie's First Day at Eastmont

"Good morning. My name is Mike Smith, I will be your new Mathematics teacher. To answer some of your questions, I have a first in Mathematics from Aberdeen University, an MSc in Applied Mathematics and PGDE from Glasgow University. This is my first teaching post, but I have been teaching maths for two years as a substitute teacher in Glasgow. I was born in Aberdeen, and actually got my highers from this school."

"Are you married?"

I didn't see who asked the question, but it came from the left of the class, and I instantly knew I had a problem. One of my pupils looked like she was made for me. Even sitting down, I could see she was tall, athletic, with chest-length wavy brown hair, and flawless skin with very little makeup.

"No, I'm not."

I noticed her large breasts straining her white blouse, her tie curving out and then hanging free from them. A very large problem.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No. She chose to move to Edinburgh. And you are?"

She tilted her head forward and looked up at me with large brown eyes. She sat up straighter, pressed her arms into the sides of her breasts, and put her wrists together on top of the desk.

"Katie. Katie Wilson, Sir."

Oh fuck. The way she moved and said sir had me hardening. I hoped it was an accident, she couldn't know what she was doing, but as she put her feet to the outside of her chair, and opened her legs as wide as her short skirt allowed, I knew that somehow she had me bang to rights.

Fuck, how did she know I played at being a dominant? I wasn't a full-on Dom or Master, but I liked some aspects of the scene. She couldn't have read that from me or my behaviour.

Then it registered. She looked like a younger version of Elizabeth Wilson. A fun woman I had played with many times. Don't tell me her daughter knows her mum's sexual partners and their preferences?

"What car do you drive?"

This was from the other side of the room, and I jumped at the chance to look away from Katie.

"I don't. Living in Glasgow, you don't need one, and I prefer my motorbike."

"Oh, what is it? I'd love a ZH2"

"Nothing that fast, A Tenere 700, with around 50 thousand miles on it."

"Nice."

I glanced around the room, and no one else had any questions. Katie was in a more normal posture and talking to the girl next to her.

"Right, let's get started, shall we? We'll start with the good stuff, Higher trigonometry...."

I made it through the rest of the lesson without more problems, except Ryan Barclay. He was a spoiled little rich kid who seemed to think he was some kind of Alpha. He said a few things I wanted to correct him on, but let them slide for now. He was going to be trouble.

Not as much as Katie would be, I couldn't get her out of my head. Throughout the lesson, she had looked at me with a bowed head, her large brown eyes looking up at me through her lashes. She must have put on lip gloss at some point because her lips looked wet and glossy, and she kept biting her bottom lip, and her mouth looked so inviting. She crossed her arms under her breasts or put her hands together and stretched them towards the ceiling, arching her back to thrust her chest forward. I tried not to notice, but she was pushing my buttons, and I hoped my half erect cock wasn't showing.

I made it back to the staff room and said hello to a couple of the other teachers in the room as I went to make a coffee. A small warm hand pressed into my lower back, followed by a soft feminine form pressing into my left side.

"Make me one too, please, and I'll love you for as long as you last."

"Hello Rachael. Still take it black without?"

"Yep, strong, rich, and doesn't let me sleep at night. Just like my men."

I laughed as Rachel pulled away from me slightly.

"I heard you were starting today, and I am, speaking for most woman of Eastmont, very pleased that you dragged your glorious arse back home."

"Yeah, Glasgow's great, but I'm glad to be back. So, have I missed anything of interest in this thriving little town? What have you been up to?"

I turned her mug handle to her, and picked up my own. She started walking to a small cluster of comfier seats that had one occupant already.

"Nothing much, fewer fields, more houses, some new shops, no more murders, but that's it for here. I married Nate, have two kids in Primary, and, well..."

She waved her hand down her body as if indicating it's decline. When I met her in university, she was very active in sports and in bed. She used to have a swimmer's body, with broad shoulders and back with long, toned limbs. Now, most of that was hidden. She had gained a lot of weight, but it kind of suited her, and she still looked good.

"What, you don't wear yoga pants and sports bras 24/7 anymore?"

She punched me on the arm.

"You'd still look awesome in them."

She sat down smiling and introduced me to the woman who was already seated with a half-drunk tea.

"Emma Arthur, this is Mike Smith."

I shook her offered hand before sitting down.

"He's an old Uni mate, and the one that got away."

I hung my head at that, and Emma looked at Rachel.

"We were dating for a few years at Uni. I wanted a normal suburban life, which I have and love now, but Mike was all for adventure and didn't see himself settling down in any one place for a while. So I ended it. Which I still kind of regret."

"Oh Rachel, I kind of regret it too. But we didn't seem to have a shared future, or even agree on many things, so I remember it being more of a mutual decision."

Rachel looked at me and then nodded.

"So, Emma, how long have you been here?"

I wanted to pivot the conversation away from our past and focus on something else. As I looked at Emma to ask the question, I realised that she was worthy of my attention.

She was probably around my age, pretty, with a blonde bob and very alert blue eyes. Her baggy buttoned-up blouse, large cardigan, and long flowing denim skirt didn't flatter her, and gave off a librarian vibe.

"This is the start of my second year, so I'm still cutting my teeth. I'll tell you this for nothing: teacher training doesn't prepare you for really teaching a class. At all."

I smiled back at her, and she gave a very warm smile in return.

"I've already done two years as a substitute in various Glasgow schools, so yeah, I got that rude awakening already."

She nodded, and then crossed her legs at the knee, her skirt tightened on a very shapely leg, before she readjusted it to hang loose once again.

"OK. So the little monkeys here are not going to eat you alive, but they still have their moments."

"Well, there's one kid who might be trouble, Ryan."

"Barclay!" both women said at once.

"Ah. He's a known problem already?"

Emma turned to Rachel, and I noticed that the cardigan tightened on what appeared to be an appealingly large chest.

"Oh yeah, Ryan is known to everyone." Said Rachael, "His usual mode of operation will be to attend for the first week, and then disappear each morning after reg. His parents don't appear to care. He's quite intelligent and can produce good work, it's just that he doesn't want anything in life other than to live off his parents."

"He's also a racist misogynistic incel fuck boy, pardon my french."

Rachael laughed at Emma's assessment.

I sighed.

"Yeah, he's already said a few things I didn't like, but I let them slide as I didn't know if I was supposed to stomp on that shit on my first day."

Rachael wobbled her hand to indicate indifference to that statement.

"So, are you a card-carrying feminist then?" Emma asked.

Rachael coughed and sprayed some of her coffee onto the carpet as I chuckled.

"Him? That would be a no. He's an ally, for sure. He's an advocate for equality, but he also has a hero complex, old-fashioned manners, and has certain dating preferences that some might say are anti-feminist."

Emma looked at me again with a slight tilt to her head, waiting for me to elaborate.

"I like the term chivalrous over old-fashioned, but basically yeah."

We chatted about some other kids I should watch out for, who were the school gossips, and some general on-boarding stuff, and agreed that we'd talk more at lunch.

I was rinsing my cup as the bell for second period sounded, and headed back to my classroom, which was a first-year class, so no problems with sexy 18-year-old sub-missives.

I took my lunch out of my desk and went to the staff room, frustrated with how different primary schools taught maths to different standards than I expected, still, I had years with these kids to get them ready for the exam.

Rachael joined me quickly on what I thought of already as our comfy chairs. When Emma came in, I couldn't help but watch her walk in and then bend over to get her lunch from the fridge. Her cardigan rode up and her denim skirt outlined a very nice tight arse. I averted my eyes before she saw me checking her out.

"Day one and you're already locked on?"

I sheepishly smiled at Rachael, "Not locked on, just looking."

Rachael grunted at me as Emma came to sit with us.

"So, Mike, your reputation is spreading already," Emma said with a smile.

"My what? And already? I've only taught two classes."

"Well, according to Sophie, who's seen you, and Grace, who heard it from Ruby, you are like totally hot, a real man, and just dreamy."

Rachael snickered.

"What are you laughing at. Aren't you supposed to be appalled at sexual objectification? Let alone a friend and colleague?"

"Hey, there are some kids here that I would objectify the hell out of, let alone some of their dads."

Emma blushed a little.

"Seriously? They're kids, our pupils, isn't that weird? not to mention illegal?"

Rachael looked thoughtful for a moment. "A lot of the sixth years are 18, all of the 5th years are 16 or 17, and most of the 4th years will be 16 by Christmas. Not technically illegal, seriously frowned upon, yes, cause for disciplinary action, probably. But, hey, if it's just for the bank, I look and I objectify."

Emma's blush deepened.

I didn't know what to say, so I just took another bite of my sandwich, wondering if Katie was 18 already. Then, horrified that I was even thinking that, I was terrified when I felt myself start to stiffen at the thought of her, legal or not.

"It's one of the reasons I dress this way." Said Emma.

"What?"

"I don't particularly like my clothes, but they hide my body enough that not all the boys are ogling me all the time. I learnt that from my first time with sixth years in teacher training. The boys, and a few of the girls, never answered me to my face, it was always to my chest. I told my supervisor about it, and she, taught me teacher camouflage."

Now that Emma had said it, I looked again at her body, but this time saw its contours, not the clothes. From what I could deduce, she must have a stunning body, with large breasts, shapely legs, a firm arse, and a strong core.

"What exercise or sport do you do?" I asked.

"I love the gym, mostly weight machines and bikes. I occasionally go into the hills walking or cycling too."

Rachael had been checking her out all this time, trying to gauge her friend's body in a way that had never occurred to her before.

"Do you have a gym selfie?"

"Oh, yeah. Good idea Rachael. Any gym selfies? Pics or it didn't happen."

Emma blushed again, briefly glanced at me, and then pulled her phone from her cardigan pocket. She scrolled for a while, and then, with a deep breath, showed Rachael her phone.

I couldn't see the screen, but watching Rachael's reaction, I couldn't wait.

Emma turned the screen to me, and I was not disappointed. Emma was in a gym wearing tight yoga pants and a sports bra, covered in a sheen of sweat, as though she'd just finished a spin class or something. Long strong legs lead into a sculpted arse, visible abdonimals, large breasts, and strong shoulders were the highlights. Her pretty face, radiant smile, and camel toe absolutely smashed it out of the park for me.

"How about you? I've shown you mine."

"Oh hell yeah, just to be fair." Rachael quickly added to Emma's request.

I pulled out my phone and started looking, if she liked my photo as much as I liked hers, Emma and I may get that sweaty together.

I didn't take gym selfies, but I did do amateur boxing, and at the last competition, the photographer gave me a few shots I liked.

I pulled up the one showing me with my arm raised in victory by the ref, and I was really lean then to make the weight.

I showed it to Rachael first.

"Oh fuck. You look bigger and harder than I remember." We burst into laughter, realising what she said.

I showed Emma and she seemed to lock up for a second, before I faintly heard her say "Fuck." Under her breath.

"That picture is going to fuel your legendary status quicker."

I looked at Rachael quizzically.

"What? Kids here have smartphones, your name, and some serious skills. That is going to be found and shared by them all. I bet half the school has seen it before the day is done, and a lot of teenage girls will spank themselves off to sleep with it."

I was going to argue, but Emma's laughter seemed to sound my doom.

"Fuck."

The rest of my first day went fine, Rachael and Emma teased me more at afternoon break, and to my horror, confirmed that the picture, along with some other competition photos, were on phones already.

I was mortified at the thought of all those girls masturbating to my pictures until I imagined Katie doing the same. I had to cross my legs and drag my coffee out to be the very last one to rise from the chairs, hoping that my erection had gone down enough to be unnoticed as I headed to my last class. I was a little late and the third years were huddled in the corridor, their glances down at their phones and then back up to me confirmed what they were looking at. Fuck my life.

As the bell went for the end of my last class of the day, I was really looking forward to going home. I was drained and hoping that the days would get better, or I would at least learn to cope with it better. I was also determined that I was not going to have a wank thinking of Katie and all the things I would do with her.

Those thoughts were dashed as the headmistress entered my classroom with a very stern expression.

"My office, please, Mr Smith."

She turned back around and headed back to her office, not waiting to see if I was following. I grabbed the last of my things before dashing out to catch up with her.

Priya Khan was in her forties and looked fantastic for it. I caught up to just a few steps behind her and tried not to be too obvious as I watched her arse move under her suit skirt. It looked plush and inviting, a little broader than perfect, but I could still see that she looked after herself. Her shapely legs, revealed through the slit at the back of her knee length skirt, were impressive. Not as impressive as her breasts, which, judging by their size and shape, must have had some work on them, but in her white blouse and black suit, they looked stunning.

I had been interviewed by her and had met her a few times since for inductions and things, and each time I had thought she was beautiful, with a killer milf body. I tried to push those thoughts away as I was obviously in trouble for something.

Mrs Khan unlocked her office, stood aside to let me in, then entered, closed, and alarmingly locked the door behind her.

"Now, firstly, Mike, you are not being fired. From what I've heard and seen, your first day has been eventful, but I think you will fit in here."

She directed me to a chair in front of her desk, as she sat behind it.

I let out a deeper breath, not realising that being fired was even an option.

"However, I am uncertain of what to do regarding your social media presence and current reputation."

My eyes widened as I racked my brain for any dodgy posts I might have done in my past.

"I'm of course talking about your boxing photos and a rumour that you have already slept with a pupil."

"Oh, shit. First, I have not made any sexual remarks or done anything sexual with any pupil."

"Katie Wilson?"

I think I blushed.

"No. There is no denying she is attractive, but she was flirting at me in my first class. I was wary of it, but just made sure nothing changed in my approach to her from the other students. If she persists, I will have a private conversation with her and set boundaries. If she crosses those, then I will speak to my mentor to take it further."

"So, you haven't met her before? Outside of school? At a BDSM club?"

Shit.

"No, but I think I, er, met her mother there."

"Oh. I see." She rose from her chair, hanging her jacket on the back of it, before walking to the front of her desk and leaning against it.

"Do you think her mother told her about you? Was she at that club?"

I thought about it, and all the play sessions that Elizabeth and I had. Some of them were at her house.

"I've never seen her before, but I did go to her mother's house a few times. She wasn't there on those occasions, or at least she wasn't supposed to be. I also can't imagine a mum telling her daughter details about her sex life. Especially if it is a bit, er, unusual."

Priya studied me for a moment before turning back and reaching over to get her phone from the desk. I couldn't help but notice she seemed to bend over further than necessary, which put her shapely ass closer to me. I caught a faint scent of female arousal.

I glanced up and saw her looking back at me, and a small smile told me she'd caught me looking at her arse, but she wasn't mad.

She unlocked her phone and after looking at it for a moment, she turned it to me.

"Is this you?"

I saw that it was one of the competition photos. An action shot of me hitting the other guy with a crisp jab.

"Yes, as I told you, I was an amateur boxer, and that's me at my penultimate fight in Glasgow, maybe eight months ago."

She looked at the photo again and then swiped to another one. She looked at it, briefly licking her lips.

"And this one?"

It was the one with my raised fist.

"Yes, my last fight, about two months ago."

She studied it again, bit her bottom lip, and seemed to shiver. I was definitely smelling her arousal now.

"You look great in those photos. Do you look like that in real life?"

I shook my head.

"I'm not training for any more fights, so I'm definitely a bit softer, and also carrying a bit more fat as I don't need to make weight any more."

She kept studying the photo.

"That's a shame. But I can see that you are still in great shape. Would you like to show me?"

I blinked several times, trying to process what she just said.

"What do you mean?"

She looked down at the phone and then up at me. She seemed to be making a decision.

"I don't know why, but there is something about you. Even with the work I put in and the surgery, my husband isn't that active any more." She smoothed her hands over her hips.

"When I heard the rumours and saw the photos, I thought that Katie would be a very lucky girl if you had taken her."

"Taken her?" I asked as the smell of her arousal got more noticeable, and she bit her lip.

"Yes. The thought of you and her together excited me, the thought of you using her body for pleasure. Christ. I'm so turned on, but I also don't want to be unfaithful."

I studied her for a moment, her breathing was faster and shallower, and she seemed very conflicted, although her visibly hardening nipples poking her blouse showed her body knew what it wanted.

I stood up and approached her, so that our bodies were almost touching, and I could feel the heat from her. I stared down at her.

"But if I were to just eat you, that wouldn't technically be unfaithful."

She jumped at that suggestion.