Magic Is A Powerful Thing Ch 06

~ Fair warning this chapter has strong emotional and physical abuse. if this triggers you please stop reading.~

Jacob was standing at a street corner looking around while checking his phone every so often to check the time. "Where is she?" He muttered under his breath as he waited. He had been waiting for Stephany for 10 minutes already and he didn't want to be late for school. Especially since it was his first day back since the incident. He leaned against a lamp post and decided to give her another 3 minutes. He turned his face up to the weak morning sun and enjoyed it on his skin. It felt to him like everything was slightly sweeter in the world and even though he knew it was because of his new relationship with Stephany, he didn't care. After a moment basking in the sun, he checked his phone and looked around one last time. With no sign of Stephany, he began to make his way to school alone.

Moments later he heard footsteps running up behind him and turned to find Stephany running up to him. Her hair wasn't in its usual braids and was flying loose behind her. She was wearing black tights with simple flats instead of her usual mary jane heels and her shirt wasn't tucked into the waistband of her skirt. As she reached Jacob's side she doubled over, holding her side and panting for breath. Her long black hair fell around her face while she tried to catch whatever breath she could.

"Slept in?" offered Jacob sarcastically. Stephany straightened and punched Jacob in the arm making him wince and stagger.

"Yes, dumbass." She replied with venom. "What about it!" Her face was flushed with exhaustion and her heaving breaths were making her chest rise and fall so much that Jacob had a hard time looking at her face. Eventually, he smiled and took her school bag before slipping his arm around her waist and kissing her. Stephany thought about resisting but gave in and failed to notice her right leg raising as her hands caressed Jacob's chest through his shirt. Soon afterwards both were walking to school Stephany lightly held onto Jacob's hand. Stephany felt invincible and safe with Jacob and wished she could stay like this forever.

"So what's your class today?" asked Jacob more to fill the silence.

"I've got science, then math," replied Stephany, making a face at math. Jacob wasn't sure why. She was always great at math and said as much back to her.

"Yeah but Mr Harrison keeps making girls come up to the board just so he can stare at their asses while they work out problems. God, he is such a pervert. It's a wonder he hasn't been fired before now." Jacob sighed as he knew creepy Harrison was known for his lecherous eye but since he never had to deal with it. it never bothered him but now his girlfriend was under his gaze. He felt a need to do something.

"I will talk to him," said Jacob quietly.

"No," said Stephany with surprising strength. "I can handle some perverts. If he makes a move on me or any girl then I will let you step in but..." Stephany stopped Jacob and looked into his eyes. "Don't step in ok? Promise?"

"I promise," said Jacob and Stephany rewarded him with a quick peck.

"Anyway, what about you?" continued Stephany changing the subject.

"I've got P.E, then English," answered Jacob. "But I've got a sick note for P.E." Jacob fished a small folded note out of his pocket to show Stephany much to her relief. Although she knew why Jacob had fainted she still didn't want him to strain himself today. By then they had reached the school and headed towards their respective homerooms.

Jacob sighed as homeroom became a barrage of questions over what happened to him. He had pre-prepared his answer. Put simply he fainted due to low sugar and being unwell. Although some guys asked why he was found by a girl and if they were doing anything they shouldn't have. Jacob just ignored their innuendos and got on with his day. After Homeroom he made his way to the P.E department fully expecting to see Mr Walsh and spend time in the library reading. When he entered the office though he knew his plans wouldn't go so well. Mr Walsh, wasn't there and instead dressed in a fire red tracksuit over her overly boyish frame was Miss Angle.

Miss Angle was the head of the P.E department. She was tall with noticeable muscles, blonde hair tied into a severe ponytail that seemed to pull her skin taught over her forehead. She was also a former pro athlete and was known for being extremely unforgiving to the males of her class. When Jacob entered the office, her face soured like a bad smell had entered the room as she looked down her nose at Jacob.

"What are you doing here Mr Malcome," she asked, clearly wishing the young boy would just go away. "You are meant to be getting changed for class."

"I was looking for Mr Walsh," said Jacob in feint hope, as he held out the folded note his mother had written for him that morning. "I have a sick note."

"Mr Walsh is away on a training course and won't be back till tomorrow." Replied Miss Angle. "I will be taking your class today. Now, what's this about a note?" with that she extended her arm for the note. Jacob put the note in her hands which she still managed to snatch before reading it. Her eyes narrowed as she read the note before sighing dramatically.

"You, Mr Malcome, are a fool to think you could get away with such a fake." She ripped the paper into pieces before a stunned Jacob. "Now either you go change or you will be running laps in your uniform! Now GO!" Her voice shocked Jacob and he scurried to the door unable to comprehend what had happened. Numb with shock he walked into the changing room and took off all he could to run comfortably in his uniform. He could see nothing else he could do and was soon in his trousers, dress shoes and his short sleeved shirt. The others wondered what was going on but no one asked. Then, Miss Angle walked into the boys changing area and regarded them all.

"ALL RIGHT! ALL OF YOU OUT TO THE FOOTBALL FIELD AND START DOING LAPS!" She roared into the room making every boy's ears ring painfully. They all marched out and Jacob was last to leave. Miss Angle reserved a particularly venomous look at him and Jacob shuddered like someone had just stepped across his grave.

Soon around 22 boys were running laps around the field with 4 girls. The rest of the girls were sitting on the bleachers watching, texting on their phones, chatting or doing some homework. Jacob panted as tried to keep pace with the rest of the class and cursed Miss Angle to all the hell. Already his feet ached and the back of his shirt was damp with sweat. This was usual for Miss Angle. Boys were forced to run non-stop while the girls got a free period if they wanted. The only 4 girls running were the more athletic girls of his class. Especially Rebecca Summers.

Rebecca Summers was the tallest girl in Jacob's year with a stock of deep, red hair cut into a cute, tomboyish style. She had no curves to speak of but had a warm smile and legs that went on for days. She was also a natural runner with long muscular legs and thighs. It was rumoured that some Olympic scouts had earmarked her to join the team as soon as she left school and Jacob could understand why. She was also beloved by Miss Angle, who revelled in her superiority over the males of her class. Then it dawned on Jacob that he had a way to get back at the stuck up teacher. He entered the longer side of the field and closed his eyes, connecting to the lodestone beneath the school. When he opened them again, he felt powerful. Directing the power to his legs and lungs, he began to speed up. He passed the boys that were tired and lagging and soon was just behind Rebecca. Rebecca sensed his presence and began to move aside professionally, which Jacob took advantage of, moving to the head of the class.

On and on the run went, and every 5 minutes, Jacob and Rebecca would swap places like team runners do in long races. Jacob barely kept up thanks to the magic fueling his muscles, and Rebecca through sheer talent, until Miss Angle blew on her whistle. Most of the boys collapsed into heaps while Jacob slowed down gracefully beside Rebecca. Both were drained and tired, but Rebecca also looked extremely happy.

"You did well...Jacob, wasn't it?" said Rebecca once she had caught her breath enough to speak.

"Thanks," said Jacob, red faced with exhaustion and looking over. "It was more to get back at the "Angle Grinder" though."

"Yeah," Rebecca replied. "I dont get why she's so against boys."

They then both shut up as Miss Angle, her face red with anger, came storming over to them both.

"Rebecca, you did excellent as usual. Though you would have done better if this BOY HAD NOT BEEN DISTRUPTING YOU!" Roared Miss Angle once again. Her hands were balled into fists as she looked down at Jacob.

"Miss," Said Rebecca. "I think I ran better with Jacob than against him."

"WHAT?!" screamed the teacher incredulously. "Miss Summers you better tell me what this Boy had blackmailed you with to make you run with him. He is liable to ruin your chances with the Olympic scouts if you keep running with him!"

Rebecca was completely calm against this triad and simply said "If that happens, so be it." before walking away to the changing rooms.

Miss Angle was stunned for a moment and didn't move until Jacob tried to sneak away. She turned like a viper striking and growled. "You will see me after you are dressed, Mister Malcome." The words were even more threatening for not being screamed at him. Jacob felt ice seize his chest as he marched to the changing rooms.

5 minutes and half a can of borrowed deodorant later, Jacob was changed and standing outside the small classroom the P.E teachers used when giving classes that weren't outside. He knocked twice and entered, seeing Miss Angle at the desk. Before her was the remains of a pencil she had crushed into splinters, and Jacob steeled himself for what was coming. Miss Angle stood up and walked over to him holding a sheaf of blank paper and a pen.

"Mister Malcome. I do not know how you made Rebecca run with you today nor do I know what possessed you to disrupt her by running in front of her," She said in that same icy cold voice that made every word sound like a deadly threat. By now, she had reached Jacob and was looking down at him while walking around him like some large predator stalking a small prey animal. "Now, you will sit down and write a one thousand word apology to me. You will explain why it's wrong to falsify an excuse note and to forge your mothers signature. You will also apologise for disrupting my class and getting in the way of Miss Summers." With that said, she thrust the papers into his hands standing between Jacob and the door.

Jacob was stunned yet again, and it took him a few seconds to find his voice before speaking.

"Wait. Hold up. You want me to write an apology for faking a note from my mom and for disrupting the class," said Jacob as he felt the cogs in his head begin to whirl with the implications.

"Yes, Mr Malcome," said Miss Angle, a triumphant smile on her face.

Jacob shook his head and replied with a simple word. "No."

"What?"

"No," repeated Jacob stronger. The sense of injustice was beginning to get to him. "I will not write you a damned thing! You are trying to force me to write my own god damned confession. Blaming me for things I haven't done! Why should I do anything like that?!" Jacob felt blood rushing to his head as he stood his ground.

Suddenly the rush he felt for standing up for himself was stolen when two fingers jabbed him perfectly in the ribs, forcing all the air from his lungs and making him buckle. Miss Angle withdrew her hand and grabbed Jacob by his arm before dragging him to a chair. Throwing him down into the chair she then slammed the paper down before him.

"You are not leaving this room until you do, Mr Malcome," said Miss Angle coldly before whispering. "Even if I have to beat it out of you I will." The cruel smile on her lips told Jacob she would too and Jacob felt completely trapped.

Meanwhile, in Miss Morgan's English class, the students were mesmerised by the mature beauty before them as Miss Morgan took them through the day's lesson. She had that morning decided to wow her students opting for a figure-hugging mahogany pants suit with a plain white blouse, its buttons open to reveal her large cleavage. Her hair was pulled back to reveal a pair of golden earrings with ruby inserts. The full outfit combined with some 6-inch stilettos made her look professional and alluring. So much so that most boys in her classes so far had left the class hunched over to hide aching erections much to her delight. She even found a few damp seats while checking the classrooms for left behind items. While looking over her second class of the day however she noticed a seat empty.

"Excuse me class, but," she began interrupting their work. "Who usually sits in that seat?"

"Jacob Malcome, miss." replied a tall tomboyish girl in the front row. It took Miss Morgan a moment to remember her name.

"And is Mr Malcome here today?" she said, addressing the young woman.

"Yes, miss. Miss Angle forced him to do P.E in his uniform, and I think she also wanted to talk to him after class."

"Is that so?" Miss Morgan pondered for a moment. "Would you mind stepping outside with me, dear, and telling me what happened?"

Rebecca immediately stood up and followed the older woman out into the hallway and into a storage room where they couldn't be overheard. She was nervous but felt that she owed it to Jacob. He was a kind person and didn't deserve what Miss Angle would do to him.

The room was stacked with chairs and shelves packed with old English worksheets. Rebecca was amazed at how old they were before the clatter of a chair on the hard floor brought her back. Miss Morgan waved at the seat and took an old computer chair with no back for herself.

"Ok, tell me what happened."

10 minutes later, Miss Morgan was struggling to contain her anger. Not only had Miss Angle stopped a student from attending her class, but also forced him to run in school uniform, then when he did well, both berated and accused him of blackmail. Rebecca had also said that he had a sick note to excuse himself, but that Miss Angle had called it a fake. Rebecca was dismissed with a thank you from Miss Morgan as she took a moment to calm herself. Stepping outside the storage room she ran into Miss Abberforth.

Miss Abberforth was the assistant head teacher and was known for being unforgiving. She was dressed in a tight-fitting pencil skirt, dark tights with 3 inch courts and a buttoned up blouse. All in a dark blue. Her makeup was severe and her speech was always clear and in proper English. Miss Morgan admired her attitude but didn't agree with her politics much. A few times she had found her dressing down boys for kissing girls while letting the girls off with a warning.

"Good Morning, Miss Morgan," she said to her. "Why are you out of your classroom during lessons?"

"I am sorry Abigail. I was talking to a student about an issue." said Miss Morgan truthfully.

"Oh, and What issue is this? And please refrain from calling me Abigail during school hours Miss Morgan."

"Well, it appears that one of my students is being kept from my class by Miss Angle of the P.E department."

"Hmmm. Okay, Miss Morgan. Go back to your classroom. I will go find out what has happened in your place."

"Thank you," said Miss Morgan watching the other teacher stride down the corridor and thinking "what a snooty bitch." before stepping back into her classroom to continue the lessons.

Jacob was still sitting in the chair refusing to write the confession. The paper was blank and untouched while Jacob was not. 3 times Miss Angle had slapped the back of his head and ordered him to start writing. Each hit had been stronger than the last and the final one time had left him seeing stars. When the door to the room opened and Miss Abberforth walked in, he felt safe at last. "No way would the Angle hit him in front of another teacher," he thought.

Miss Angle looked up and for a split second panic set in before she realised who it was. She could control this. She walked up to Abigail and began to spin her tale.

"Thank goodness you are here Abigail." said Miss Angle in a relieved tone. "This boy has been cursing at me, disrupting my class and before all that tried to pass a fake sick note to me in order to get out of class. But most importantly, he threatened Miss Summers."

"Is that so?" said Miss Abbeyforth. Her face hardened as she heard her secret lover speak. She and Louisa had been meeting up secretly at the weekend and dating for months now. She loved to let go and let Louisa take control. It had gotten to the stage as soon as the collar was on, She would instantly feel as weak and submissive as a newborn. But that was on the weekend and this was at school so she could not let Louisa take control. "Can we speak outside please, Miss Angle." was her only words before heading back to the door and into the empty hallway.

As soon as they reached the corridor outside Abigail led them both into the P.E teacher's office. Closing the door behind them Louisa felt the slipping of control. She had one trump card left to play. She just hoped she got a chance to use it. Reaching into her desk she swiftly pulled out something and waited for her chance. Abigail then sat down in a chair usually reserved for students.

"Tell me all that happened and start from the beginning," said Abigail in a gentle voice.

Louisa began her tale embellishing Jacobs misdeeds and misdemeanours while walking around the room like she was stressed. Soon she was nearly finished and standing behind Abigail as she had her eyes closed deep in thought. Louisa took this moment to strike. Her hands move quickly, pulling a leather collar with a snapping clasp out her pocket where she had hidden it after taking it from her desk and slipping it around Abigail's slender neck. The effect was instantaneous on Abigail who went from "What the hell!" to a shuddering moan as she slipped out the chair and onto the floor. Her eyes went glassy which made Louisa's panties go from bone dry to completely drenched in seconds. Then Abigail looked around her eyes, settling on Louisa with an air of need.

"Mistress?" said Abigail, her voice weavering and timid. Even her body language had completely changed as she groveled at Louisa's feet and began to kiss her mud covered training shoes with reverence. "What can your lowly servant do?"

"Slave, you will pretend to not be collared but will agree with what I say and do. Understand?" said Louisa with an imperious manner. Abigail on the other hand felt the command like a physical blow and trembled as arousal surged through her. She slowly got to her feet and began to act like she had before but her eyes were still glazed and the confidence was paper-thin. "It will have to do." thought Louisa as she began to tell her pet what she would do.

Jacob was nervous about what Miss Angle was telling the assistant head teacher. He knew he was in the right and had done nothing wrong. He had to stand his ground. Resolved to not give in to the bullying teacher, he waited for them to return. 5 minutes later both returned but Jacob could feel his heart sink. Miss Angle looked far too calm and victorious and somehow Jacob could feel the submissiveness from Miss Abbeyforth from across the room. Where once she was a woman of confidence and accepted no nonsense from anyone. Now she gave an aura of meek obedience. It didn't help that her knees on her tights were grey from floor dust.

"Miss Angle has told me what has happened, Mr Malcome." began Miss Abbeyforth. Even now though Jacob watched her nervously as her hands began to nervously play with themselves. If he didn't know any better, he would swear this woman was not Miss Abbeyforth. "She has told me about the sick note, about how you didn't have your P.E kit, how you ran so slow you began to intentionally stay in the road of Miss Summers, How you also forced Miss Summers to vouch for you using blackmail and that you both cursed at Miss Angle and threatened physical harm towards her. I am most applauded at your actions and will be seeking to have you expelled from this learning institution."