Miss Grant discovers the truth
A few days ago Miss Grant woke up in bed with William, as his teacher, which was a shock for her. After that he was careful to instruct her to remain as May, his hypnotised playmate, when she woke up. He did the same to Vicky, another of his teachers.
That morning May and Vicky woke up first and lay gazing at him, remembering the passion of last night.
'Let's get up and make breakfast. Careful not to wake him,' May warned Vicky.
They got dressed and pottered around in the kitchen, keeping quiet, yet eager for him to get up out of bed. The coffee was brewed, and the aroma reached him. William padded into the kitchen on bare feet to greet his two teachers.
'Morning my lovelies,' he grinned.
'Morning, sir,' they chorused.
'Thank you for the lovely orgasm last night, sir,' Vicky gushed.
Not to be out done, May followed her example. 'Thank you for yet more wonderful orgasms, sir,' she purred, and gave him a kiss.
Vicky looked at the two of them and was about to interrupt.
'Best get on with cooking breakfast,' May ordered.
Vicky hesitated, then carried on when William nodded, confirming that is what she should do. He was pleased to see May taking charge, and Vicky deferring to the older teacher as he instructed last night. Both his teachers fussed around him as though he were the most important person in their lives. He enjoyed the attention, but would have to do something about their competitiveness, before it got out of hand.
They ate breakfast, showered, and changed. As soon as they left the apartment William's playmates would revert to being responsible teachers. Vicky left first, then William, with May following later.
On the drive to Miss Bourbons apartment William recalled something his uncle told him about hypnosis subjects. Everyone puts on a social front, acting responsibly and decently. The best subjects want to be told what to do, even to the point of being dominated. They won't be aware of wanting someone to relieve them of social respectability, and the shackles of social decency. He figured this was the case with his two teachers. He pulled up outside Miss Bourbon's place, and wondered what he was getting himself into. He hoped it hadn't been a mistake hypnotising two teachers.
'Hi, Miss Bourbon, has Miss Grant arrived yet?' William asked.
He knew she hadn't, as she would be stopping off for fuel. Miss Bourbon didn't remember spending the night with him at Miss Grant's apartment, and it needed to be kept that way. To that end he pretended to have driven from home.
'Not yet, come on in, William,' Vicky said, and stood aside for him to enter.
He squeezed by her, noticing she had changed from the sensible clothes worn to school yesterday, and wore on leaving May's apartment this morning. The short skirt, and shirt tied around her tummy, were a surprise. He wondered if this was her usual casual attire, or was it due to his influence freeing up her natural reticence. Miss Grant might have something to say about her dress code.
'Thanks for helping out, William. Some of the boxes are too heavy for me to lift, so I'm grateful for your help,' she smiled.
'I'm glad to help, Miss Bourbon,' he smiled back.
'Would you like a coffee, before we get down to it?' she asked, with a cheeky smile on her face.
'I'd like to take a look at what needs shifting, if you don't mind,' he said.
'Sure, where should we start? Would you like me in the bedroom, to show you everything,' Vicky offered.
He was tempted to say he'd already seen everything last night. The strange way she was phrasing things made him wary. The flirty looks she was giving him were less than polite for a teacher. If the barrier between hypnotised Vicky and Miss Bourbon was breaking down, he would have to do something. The last thing he wanted was for his teacher to remember anything she did as Vicky, his hot plaything.
'All these boxes need to go,' she pointed out. Bending over a small box, she turned her head over her shoulder to look at him. 'I've not had a handsome young man in this bedroom before,' she giggled. 'We can start here in the bedroom, or do you want me in another room, William,' she said, and seductively licked her lips. 'It's up to you, I'm at your disposal, any way you want me,' she suggestively spoke.
Her eyes were hooded, and with a wet tongue she moistened her lips. It was worrying seeing his teacher so sexed up. If Miss Grant didn't get here soon she would be on the floor panting. It was obviously down to them having sex last night, and something of the passion was now spilling over into her conscious mind.
The skirt was up around her thighs, and he wondered what panties she was wearing. If she bent any further he would find out. Though he was trying hard not to react, an erection tented his jeans. She awkwardly turned and fell backward with legs awkwardly splayed, showing off her newly shaved sex. He reached for both hands to help her up.
'Oh! William, sorry to be so rude. Please don't tell Miss Grant, she'll be shocked. I sorted out these clothes before my shower, forgetting to leave out underwear. This is all I have to wear with everything else packed. I've no idea where my panties are. What must you think of me?' she moaned.
'It's alright, Miss Bourbon, I'll not say anything, promise,' he said.
Their conversation from last night came to mind, when confiding she didn't wear panties. He'd assumed that phase in her life had past, or at least it was only committed on the odd occasion. Maybe this was one of those special occasions she didn't wear panties.
'I'll get the coffee on, ready for Miss Grant when she arrives,' she worriedly said.
She put a hand on his shoulder, and added, 'Thank you for helping me, William, you're a treasure.'
She kissed him on the cheek, then stepped back with a troubled look. Her nose wrinkled up and her eyes became slits, as though half remembering something that couldn't be right. She gave him a curious look, and scampered off.
She had obviously been excited and was purposely teasing him. Kissing him, and wanting more, was going too far with a student, and that calmed her down. He hoped she would keep herself under control when Miss Grant arrived, or he would have to tighten up the hypnotic instructions he'd given her. He carried a box out to his car, and was relieved to see Miss Grant pulling up.
'Miss Bourbon is making coffee, Miss Grant,' he said.
'It's nice of you to help move Miss Bourbon into my apartment, William,' she smiled.
'It's OK. Glad to help my favourite teacher,' he said, and gave her a big smile.
She chuckled and looked shyly at him. 'I'm glad to hear I'm still your favourite, William.'
A frown creased her brow for a moment, wondering why it felt so important to be his favourite. They went in together and stood around in the kitchen drinking coffee.
'We need to get moving,' Miss Grant said, hurrying them along.
'I'll take the bathroom boxes out,' Miss Grant told them.
Vicky followed William into the bedroom, looking shy.
'Sorry about earlier, William,' she whispered.
'Forgotten, honest. Those are the light ones, so I'll shift these heavy ones,' he said.
Vicky squatted to pick up a box, careful not to show off her rear. A couple of steps across the room, and she tripped, falling onto William. She ended up laying over his lap, where he'd fallen back on some boxes.
'Damn! The bottom of the box came open. I tripped on my underwear, William,' Miss Bourbon said. 'How ironic!' she spluttered. 'At least I've found them now.'
'Plenty of panties on the floor, but not on you, Miss Bourbon,' William critically stated.
'Sorry again. I'm so naughty. Maybe you should spank me, while I'm over your knee,' she giggled. 'It would be funny wouldn't it, a teacher being spanked like a naughty little girl, by her student,' Vicky teased.
William noted she wasn't trying to pull the skirt down, or making a move off his lap. It was very tempting to spank her. It would be easy enough when hypnotised as Vicky, yet it was more exciting while she was his teacher. When they were in class she would remember him spanking her bare ass. He could almost see her sitting at her desk, deeply embarrassed, carefully avoiding looking at him. It would be his turn to tease her.
'Are you two shirking?' Miss Grant shouted, on her way back to the bathroom for another box.
Vicky quickly rolled off his lap, and started picking up her panties. He helped, and found out why the box had collapsed. It wasn't the light underwear, it was sex toys, heavy with batteries. Together they re-packed the box and he put it in her arms.
'If Miss Grant wasn't here, would you have spanked me?' she shyly asked.
'You're a very naughty teacher, and should be spanked,' he said.
Gripping her shoulders he turned her toward the door. He patted her bottom, encouraging her on her way. At the door she looked back at him, and winked. He'd hoped the admonishment sank in, though it didn't look like it. Thinking about it, he laughed at the audacious statement. He was telling a teacher off for not wearing panties, and had almost spanked her.
William heavily sighed, adjusted the hardness in his jeans, and picked up a heavy box. He co-ordinated the journeys to and from his car, avoiding Miss Bourbon.
'The three cars are full so we'll drive over and dump the boxes. What do you think, William, one more trip?' Miss Grant asked.
'I recon so,' he agreed.
The final trip was made without incident, though he kept out of Vicky's way just in case. Now they were in May's apartment Vicky had calmed down, which was a great relief. Being hypnotised for too long last night was affecting them, and Vicky was showing the signs, so he dare not keep them under all weekend. That was why Miss Bourbon was acting so mischievously, so he would have to give them a chance to regain their usual decorum.
'Thank you William, I couldn't have done it without you,' Vicky enthused.
She gave him a hug, and pecked him on the lips. He glanced at May, who stood looking at them with a stern expression. Perhaps there was a touch of envy to the expression.
'I'd better go,' he lamely said.
'If there's anything we can do for you, William, let us know. We must return the favour,' Miss Grant smiled.
He thought she was going to shake his hand, and was surprised when she leaned in to kiss his cheek. She too looked surprised that she had.
'Wait a moment, William,' she said, and took Vicky into the kitchen.
'That wasn't appropriate, Miss Bourbon. Kissing a student could get you into trouble. Instead, I think you should offer him lunch,' Miss Grant, told her.
'That sounds like a good idea,' she enthusiastically agreed.
'Perhaps you would like to stay for lunch, William,' May asked.
'I'd like to, perhaps another time. I've got an uncomfortable chore to do. I've put off clearing out dad's cabin for too long. Haven't been up to it,' William told them.
Miss Bourbon moved closer to him, wanting to hug the sad looking young man. The older teacher put a restraining arm on her shoulder.
'What are you going to do? Perhaps we can help you to pay the favour we owe you,' she asked.
