"I know who you did last summer Mrs. Graph. I know all about you sordid affair with a particular student last summer while you and your husband were on vacation. I know all about how hard you got fucked in the hot tub and then again in the sauna while you husband went up to your hotel room to get some sleep. I know how you went down on your student last summer in the sauna and how you swallowed all of his cum. How could you do it Mrs. Graph? How in the world could you let one of your students fuck you like that? Sure he was eighteen but you know it is against all of the school codes and rules and regulations. You can loose you job because of it. I understand you are nominated for 'Teacher Of The Year' award. How can you honestly say you are the teacher of the year when you fucked one of your students? That one night of passion and lust can cost you your marriage, your award, and your career. You simply didn't think Mrs. Graph. Luckily I have thought. I have thought this whole thing through. All you have to do is follow my instructions perfectly and you can keep your marriage, your award, and your career. There are only two more days of school left. You already have turned in our final grades. Tomorrow when you get to school you will go to the girls rest room on the first floor and look under the trash can for another envelope. Do not open the envelope until you come to your desk just like you are doing right now. You will open the envelope and read your next set of instructions. If you fail to follow these instructions to a tee then I will blow the whistle and ruin your life. If you understand then nod your head three times."
As I nonchalantly looked up at Mrs. Graph I saw her head slowly nod three times as she folded my letter back up and placed it back in the envelope. She opened her desk drawer and hid the letter under some papers. I knew I had her now. I watched as her eyes scanned each and every student in the classroom. I watched her look with a stern set of eyes at everyone. I could tell she was upset and nervous at the same time. I continued talking with Brad next to me as I kept an eye on Mrs. Graph out of the corner of my eye.
It was only a half day of school today as we were practicing for graduation. I continued to watch the look of terror in Mrs. Graph's eyes as she nervously led us through our procession march. Mrs. Graph was a very beautiful woman. She was 34 years old and about 5'6" tall and her weight was perfect, around 120 pounds. Her hair was a dark shade of blonde that was curled and hung down to her shoulders. That's about all anyone ever knew about her as she always wore oversized outfits to class. She either wore long skirts that came down to the floor or she wore excessively baggy pants. Regardless of what she wore, her eyes were the most beautiful asset. Her eyes were such a perfect shade of green and she always wore her make up to match them. She always seemed to have on a sweet sexy shade of pink lipstick. Today however, her eyes were nervous.
During the practice I could tell that Mrs. Graph was acting different. I watched her as she continued to check out everyone. I knew it was killing her that someone knew about her affair. She acted totally different the whole rest of the day. As the end of the day drew near everyone picked up their book bags and began to leave. I walked with Brad as we left the school yard. I looked back over my shoulder one last time as I saw Mrs. Graph walk back into the school.
Brad walked up his driveway and I continued on towards my house still a few blocks away. I went into my room and threw my book bag on the floor. I went and watched television to kill time before dinner. While I watched television I continued to formulate my plan. Dinner finally arrived and I went and sat down with my mom and my dad at the kitchen table. After we ate we all helped with the dishes and headed on our own way. I went up to my room and sat down at my computer. An evil grin appeared on my face as I began to type my next set of instructions to Mrs. Graph.
"Was it worth the headache now Mrs. Graph? Are you scared Mrs. Graph? Scared that I know your dirty little secret? Scared that I might tell your husband? Scared that I might tell the school authorities? I bet you are. At the same time I bet this is making your tight little pussy wet? You must pay now for your sin last summer. You must pay in order for your life to remain intact. You must pay for your husband to not find out about your affair. You must pay in order to win that coveted 'Teacher Of The Year' award. And most of all you must pay to keep your career. Tomorrow is the last day of school. You will wear your dark blue skirt, the one that comes down to the floor. Under your skirt you will wear a sexy pink thong. I want you to sign your thong in the front right where your pussy rests. Along with a pink thong you will wear a pair of white lace thigh high stockings and a pair of five inch open toe stiletto heels. You will wear your white long sleeve blouse and under it you will wear a pink lace bra that unclasps in the front. If you do not have any or all of these items you will go to a store and buy them. In front of the dry erase board you will find two circles drawn on the floor in black marker. You will place your feet in the circles and face the board. Next you will buy a black scarf and blindfold yourself with it. On the dry erase board you will notice a marker with a string tied around it. You will tie the string around your wrist and hold the marker. Every time I make you cum you will make a check mark on the board. You will do this exactly one hour after class is dismissed. If you try to peek to see who it is, your life will be ruined. If you fail to follow all of these instructions exactly your life will be ruined. When I am finished you will stay standing in the same spot for fifteen minutes before you are permitted to remove your blindfold and go home. When you finish reading this note you will nod your head three times."
I printed out the letter and folded it neatly and placed it in an envelope. I sealed the envelope and took it with me. I went out to the garage and jumped on my bike and went down to the school. The night time janitor was there and the janitors entrance was always unlocked. Quietly I walked into the school and scanned the hallways to make sure I was not seen. At each corner I checked to make sure that there was nobody there. I quietly tip toed into the women's rest room and paused for a moment to catch my breath. I tilted the trash can on an angle and placed the sealed envelope on the floor under it. I set the can back down and quietly tip toed back the same way I came. I slowly opened the door to Mrs. Graph's classroom and silently entered. I took the orange dry erase marker and taped a string to it and placed it on the rail under the board. I picked up a black marker and drew two circles on the floor. I made sure that the circles were far enough apart to ensure that her legs would be spread apart far enough. I quickly ran out of the classroom and down the hallway to the open janitors door. I quickly jumped on my bike and pedaled home.
I couldn't wait to get to school tomorrow to see Mrs. Graph reading my note. I couldn't wait to see that look of fear and lust in her eyes. I knew one thing for sure. The day after tomorrow I was going to fuck the living shit out of her and in her own classroom.
I watched television until it was quite late and then went to bed. Morning came and I hurried down to get cleaned up and then eat breakfast. All I had on my mind was watching Mrs. Graph reading my note. After breakfast I grabbed my book bag and began walking to school. Along the way I stopped at Brad's house. I said hello to his mother as she handed me a glass of orange juice and a muffin. Brad and I finished eating and quickly headed for school. As we walked to school Brad had no idea as to my plans. In fact I really don't remember what we talked about as the only thing on my mind was watching Mrs. Graph read my letter. It seemed like it was an eternity but eventually we walked across the school yard and then finally into the building.
We sat down about ten minutes before the start of the second to last school day. Mrs. Graph was not at her desk yet as she usually arrives right when the bell rings. Minutes seemed to take hours to pass. Everyone in the room was talking as Mrs. Graph finally entered the classroom. My heart was pounding as I tried to keep an eye on her out of the corner of my eye. I could tell she was scouring the students in the room with her stern eyes as she pulled her chair back and slowly sat down.
