It was the last day of my senior year at Hurley High School in Virginia after this I was off to Boston University is Massachusetts. Hurley High School wasn't a big high school at all considering Hurley's population was only 3119. I didn't mind, it was a nice place where everyone knows everyone. My last class of the day was History and my teacher Ms. Lockheart was probably one of the, if not the most attractive of the female teachers at the school. She was also probably one of the youngest she couldn't be older that 30. Now I am sure the whole semester she has been checking me out but never talked to me outside of the class or called upon me to answer any questions and wondered why. I also wondered if she was at all interested in me and just too shy to approach me. Now it wasn't a big secret around the school but I also didn't broadcast it that I was into girls. Actually, I was really rather hurt and sad that she treated me the way she did, like she didn't see me or I didn't even exist. I was seated in the second row in the center table I shared with a girl named Karen. The way the tables were set up were there was two students to a table , there were three rows in front of the teachers desk to her right, left and center and maybe four rows back. Anyways the point is I knew she saw me and resented her for ignoring me the entire semester. It was the final day and I would never see her again, time to get back at her and make her never forget me and make her sorry for the way she treated me.
The class ended and everyone rushed out as fast as they could, the summer holidays were finally here me on the other hand took my time. I wanted to make sure everyone was out of the classroom before I approached her desk where she was just packing up her stuff.
"Why have you ignored the whole semester," I yelled at her as I slammed my hands on her desk glaring at her.
"Sadie...I...I..." was all she got out.
I went around her desk to face her I quickly grabbed her and spun her around forcefully pushing her in to the chalkboard as her hands slammed against the board.
"For Gods sake Sadie what are you doing to me?"
"Shut up bitch," I yelled back at her "you ignored me the whole semester now I am going to make sure you never forget me."
I lifted up the bottom of her floral sun dress the she was wearing and spanked her ass. The crack echoing through the empty classroom. I grab her hair and yanked her head back towards me and whispered in her ear. "Tell me Ms. Lockheart, do you like girls? Are you a fucking dyke?"
Ms. Lockheart gasped. "What? Sadie no....I never..." her voice trailed off.
I spanked her ass hard again as she screamed and a saw tears prickling her eyes and falling down her cheeks. "I know you do Ms. Lockheart, you like girls. You are nothing but a closet dyke. If only all the other students knew what you were."
"Please Sadie let me go," I heard her cry to me as tears continued to fall from her eyes.
"Not a chance, not till you confess to me that you are a dyke and apologize to me for ignoring me all semester long. Was I not a good student? Did I not get good marks? Was I not smart?"
Ms. Lockheart's breathing quickened. "Okay, okay Sadie I am a dyke, I'm a dyke, I am sorry for not calling on you during class," she cried.
"And you want me me don't you Ms. Lockheart? You want my hot body taking you don't you?"
"Sadie...I...I..." I spanked her hard twice more and as she cried out out, "yes, yes Sadie I want you to take me."
I slid off her sun dress and threw her over her desk as I unsnapped her bra and lowered her panties and knelt behind her and began to lick her her pussy and asshole from behind. She was crying and I loved it breaking her and making her my personal slut. Then I stood back from her removing my black tank top and faded blue denim cut offs. I then took off my baby blue bra revealing my 32B breasts and then lowered my matching baby blue panties showing a neatly trimmed landing strip. I then proceeded to run my upper body over her back her crying the entire time from the sheer humiliation she was feeling. Then I yanked her hair back to force her to a standing position, reached my hands in front of her squeezing and groping her tits pinching her nipples. I guessed they were maybe a large B or a small C cup. I then turned her to face me, I could see her make-up has ran and black steaks on her face from her tears as she continued to cry.
"On your knees tramp," I commanded her.