During the summer William worked with his uncle, helping out with a stage act. Uncle Samuel was a hypnotist, and he was pleased to see William had a natural talent. Back in school William made a presentation to the class, as a part of an English Language lesson. He had been the only one to volunteer, so he nervously introduced the subject of hypnotherapy.
The teacher was reluctant to joined in, for obvious reasons. He promised not to make her do anything silly, and assured her it was a scientific demonstration to show how the subconscious worked. He avoided telling her anything about the stage act, and that it was a bawdy men's show. When the class encouraged her with promises to work hard, she agreed.
Miss Grant was relieved when it was over, after he merely established she couldn't move an arm while under the influence of hypnosis. What she didn't know was that her mind had been prepared for further suggestions.
"The class will now write a report on William's demonstration. The report should be in the style of a newspaper article. No Julian, it doesn't have to be in columns. Get on with it then," Miss Grant firmly stated.
While reading William's work a certain phrase was encountered. An instruction followed, with the order to consciously forget reading the paragraph.
***
Next day she walked into class wearing a light summer dress. This was totally unlike Miss Grant, who wore trouser suits. The dress was short, and low cut, though still well within the school dress code for teachers. As arranged, William's fellow students made no comment about the unusual attire.
Miss Grant taught the extra class after school to help the six guys to pass a necessary English Language exam. She was pleased with their attentiveness after battling to gain their interest.
After the class William had never been so popular.
"Come on Will, you can do more than that!" Julian encouraged.
"Yea, man, she's a real eye full. You've got to get that top undone!" Brian enthused.
Brian was fascinated with tits, so this remark hit home. It was dangerous to fool around with a teacher, or anyone else, as his uncle had explained. Still, it was an interesting idea. If she looked uncomfortable he would have to call a halt to the game.
***
Next day he left a note on her desk, and watched avidly as she read it. She dropped it into the waste basket, as though it didn't exists.
"Miss Grant, would you help me with this paragraph, it doesn't seem right," he asked.
Instead of asking him to her desk, she walked over to him. Bending low over the book, she pointed out improvements. The guys behind her were making gestures, barely able to keep quiet. The hem wasn't outrageously short, though enough to show off her thighs.
William was staring down her cleavage, revealed after a couple of buttons had been undone. The commands were going well. The others in class asked for help too. She smiled at them, while unaware that she was showing off a deep cleavage, and too much thigh.
He figured she would be comfortable dressed like that away from school, so it wasn't outrageous enough for her to fight the commands. He didn't want to go much further, in case she snapped out of the influence and became angry with him. He could be expelled for such an outrage against a teacher.
***
The next day she walked in looking perfectly calm and ready for the class as usual. William wondered if she had followed the instruction left on her desk at lunch time. It had been risky leaving it there, as someone else could have read it. They wouldn't be influenced by it, but would wonder what was going on, and the game would be over.
She dropped the bag beside her desk, then decided something was needed. Facing away from the students she bent over to retrieve a book. She bent over with a straight leg bend, as instructed. The dress was shorter and a lighter material than yesterday. The guys quietly gasped on seeing she was wearing stockings held up by suspenders.
That was Julian's idea. William waited for something else to happen. She sat at her desk, flicking through a book. After a moment or two, she sat back and began waving it before her, with her head craned back. Long dark hair hung over her shoulders, and she spread her legs apart.
She put the book down to flick open the top button, then another. William had been fervently wishing for that. During the day she had been wearing a slip under the light cotton dress, but she clearly wasn't now. Just before this class she had removed it, as instructed.
The guys were trying to concentrate on the books open on their desks. Eyes kept on returning to the teacher with her legs spread, leaning back, fanning herself. She was an attractive thirty-one year old woman, with an hour glass figure. It wasn't her figure that attracted them, it was that she was a teacher, and they were controlling her.
"Could you help with this paragraph, Miss Grant?" William asked.
To his delight she popped another button, and walked to his desk. She leant closely over him. To his surprise her breasts were fuller than expected. In those staid business suits it had been difficult to tell. He managed to keep his eyes off her tits, some of the time. The instruction not to notice their stares was working.
After reading the paragraph she stood up looking unsure of what to do. This was it. She had reached the limits of her co-operation. If she snapped out of the influence now he would be in big trouble. It wouldn't take much to associate him with what she had been doing. Getting his teacher to flaunt her body in a lewd way wasn't just a matter of expulsion, it was probably illegal.
He gulped from the tension of waiting for her reaction. The guys didn't help one bit, for they were intently staring at her.
"I feel hot, is it just me?" she asked.
"Yes, Miss, its hot in here," Julian agreed. Speaking too loudly from nerves, he shut up. The others were too nervous to speak, they just nodded their heads.
The frown on her face said it all. She was wondering why she was undoing another button on the dress. Two more had it undone. "I'm not sure," she quietly murmured, to no one in particular.
William only just caught what she said. He was staring at a glimpse of bra between the open folds of the dress, unable to take his eyes from it.
"I shouldn't. Why am I? It is warm in here. . . Though, maybe, it's acceptable. Perhaps it's alright. It is warm in here," she murmured.
She walked to the corner of the room, shrugged off the dress, and hung it up on a coat hook.
When she turned around every one, including William, heavily sighed. She was short and slim, with large firm breasts. The sensible underwear covered her body more than a bikini would, but it was more impressive for being underwear. A teacher standing in class in her underwear was more thrilling than a naked woman at the beach.
"Could you help me with this paragraph?" William managed to croak.
"Didn't I already? I guess not. Of course," she murmured, looking confused.
Bent over his desk he couldn't help ogling her breasts, which were almost in his face. He wasn't even aware of his friends staring at her ass. The paragraph was soon read through. It emphasised again that she would be unaware of the instructions, and would be perfectly comfortable in this class whatever she wore, or didn't wear.
