Learning Classroom Control

Ms. Horner was leading a discussion about their class book in her English class. All students had turned their desks to make a large circle and the discussion was going well. As all teachers hope for, the conversation developed and stopped being dependent on her probing questions. They were discussing how the book connects to current events on their own without her constant interjections. She initially took diligent notes on which students were participating and which ones let others led the discussion, but her notes trailed off as the period dragged on. She had to pee and it became too hard to focus on anything else.

She sat there with her legs crossed waiting for that bell to ring. She kept glancing at the clock, hoping it would move faster. At first she tapped her pen on the desk, but that grew distracting for the students so she moved her hand to her thigh where she could squeeze her leg. She let her nails dig in; the pain helped her stay focused.

Eventually the bell did ring and the students immediately filed out of the room. Ms. Horner placed her palms on the desk and slowly rose to her feet, for sudden movements could cause an accident at this point.

She turned around and bumped into a large male that was standing right behind her. Ms. Horner jumped back and let out a small shriek. Her foot bumped into her chair and she started to fall, but the large male reached out to assist her. One hand grabbed her elbow while the other wrapped around her back.

"Drew, don't do that to me." Ms. Horner said as he helped steady her.

"I'm sorry Ms. Horner. I never wanted to do something to you that you wouldn't like," Drew said while still holding her.

Ms. Horner was now standing firmly on her two feet and then she bent her knees. It was a move to help her hold in her bladder, but Drew interpreted it as her starting to fall again. His hands gripped her closer and his foot took a small step to half the distance between them.

Ms. Horner was short, only coming in at 5' 3". She was wearing 2-inch heels, but that still left her significantly shorter than Drew who was about six feet tall. He was broad shouldered too and muscular, a star of the lacrosse team. A big part of her classroom management was to keep students sitting because she felt so powerless now with him towering over her petite frame. She clenched her teeth and loudly took a deep breath. "I'm fine now," she said sternly while looking straight ahead into his chest.

Drew pulled his hands back. The one holding her elbow just released, but the one around her back slid against her body as he drew it back. That hand came down and around as he so that his fingertips lightly brushed over the top of her ass cheek. Still coming down and around his palm slid against her hip before finally drawing it back to his side.

"I was hoping to talk to you about my English paper."

"Yea sure, what's your question?" Ms. Horner said as she glanced over at the clock.

"I was wondering why I got a D on it. I worked really hard on this paper."

"Define worked hard. You had 3 weeks to do it. Being up late the night before doesn't count."

"I find most nights I'm up late because of you," Drew said with a smile. "You know working on stuff for class."

"I'm sure," Ms. Horner replied dryly. "I gave everyone detailed comments that explain their grade and how I determined where they fell on the rubric."

"Yea there were a lot of comments. It was a bit overwhelming to be honest. Can you go over them with me?"

"Sure, why don't you come in after school and we can go over them."

"I can't. I have practice. Can't we go over them now?"

"Don't you have another class to be heading to?"

"No, I have study hall and you're off this period right?"

"I am, but I have grading I have to do for my other classes." She glanced over at the clock again. "Send me an email and we can schedule another time, perhaps sometime before school will work for you?"

"Yea I guess, but I usually have trouble getting here on time in the morning let alone trying to get here early."

"Right because you're up so late because of me." She regretted the way she worded that immediately after saying it. Ms. Horner was 22-years old, fresh out of college, and becoming a teacher was such a culture shock. Not long ago she could chat up an 18-year old at a college party, but now this 18-year old was her student and that came with an immediate shift in how she had to present herself that was easy to maintain in general but difficult to maintain constantly. Her old flirty habits were hard to ditch completely, and it didn't help that he was so damn cute with his short blonde hair and a pretty boy face.

Drew smiled at that comment. Quick on the reply he shot back, "Maybe if you're up late too we could just meet after lacrosse and be up late together."

"That probably won't work."

"I'm serious. We have a game tomorrow," Drew said eagerly. "You could come watch me perform and then could talk after in the stands."

Ms. Horner couldn't hold her bladder much longer. She needed this conversation to end so she agreed to come to the game and then quickly left. The hallway had less than a dozen students scurrying about, but she ignored them all as she stared at door just 100 feet down the hall. She walked swiftly, her heels clicking loudly as she walked on the tile floor.

She pulled out her key from her pants pocket and held it up as if she was aiming it at the door from 10 feet away. Despite that careful aim, she fumbled a bit to get the key to slide into the lock. Finally she got the door opened, but a voice called for her, stopping her from stepping in and getting the release she needed. Ms. Horner leaned her head against the edge of the open door. "What is it now Drew?"

"The bell just rang. I'm going to be late. Can you write me a pass?"

"I thought you just had a study hall."

"Yea but Ms. Eggleston will still give me a detention for being late. I need a pass."

"Just have her email me," Ms. Horner said as she waved him away and stepped inside the faculty restroom.

Then the PA clicked on. "Full Lockdown. We are in a full lockdown."

On instinct Ms. Horner followed the established procedure, usher students into the nearest room, close the door, and make sure it's locked. After she clicked the lock, she turned around to survey the room. It was a small windowless room. The door was in one corner; the toilet was in the opposite corner. Another corner had a sink and the fourth corner had a paper towel holder. And there stood Drew in the middle of the faculty restroom, alone with her.

Ms. Horner leaned back against the door. She held her knees together and placed her hands on her thighs. It was going to be a long lockdown. "Are you OK, Ms. Horner?"

"We shouldn't talk during a lockdown."

"I'm sure it's just a drill," he said trying to reassure her.

"They usually warn teachers in advance when there's going to be a drill and I didn't get an email this time so just sit tight and be quiet." It was a true statement, but she mainly said it so he would take the drill seriously.

Drew was quiet, for about 30 seconds and then he whispered, "How long do you think it's going to be?"

She didn't want to talk. She thought about yelling, "I said be quiet," but that would kind of defeat the point. She really didn't care about him at all in that moment. She just wanted him to disappear so she could take a piss. After a prolonged silence she finally resigned herself to say, "I don't know how long it's going to be, but I can't wait much longer." Drew turned his head so that he looked like a confused puppy dog. "Drew I need you to stand in the corner."

"Why? That's only in a classroom when we have to hide from the windows."

"I have to use the restroom. I can't have you go into the hall, but I can't wait any longer."

Drew's eyes opened wide with shock for split second, but he recovered quickly to play the part of his usual calm and cool self. He moved to the corner by the paper towels, but instead of facing it like she intended, he leaned his back against the wall and folded his arms.

"Drew, please turn around."

"I think we should limit talking Ms. Horner."

She didn't have her wits about her in this moment. She just needed relief. Pissing herself seemed like the worst possible option. Throwing him out in the hall during a lockdown didn't seem like a reasonable option either. She looked at the floor as she unbuttoned her pants. In a single motion she lowered her pants and sat on the toilet as fast as possible, hoping to limit how much he saw.

Ms. Horner did everything in her power to cover her body as much as possible. Her pants were only lowered to just above the knee. Her knees were held close together. Her torso leaned forward to block much of her upper legs. Her arms were strategically placed to hide any other exposed skin. Her head was down with her eyes closed. Her long dark hair draped down to cover his direct view of her crotch. She tried to clear her head so that she could pee quickly and end this awkward moment.

For several seconds there was an absolute silence. Neither party talked, neither of them moved, neither of them even seemed to breath. On top of that the hallway was eerily quiet thanks to the lockdown. The silence was somehow overwhelming and oppressive, multiplying the awkwardness of that moment.

Then the sound of her urine striking the water filled the room. It was loud, but she felt such a sense of relief that she was able to forget about the student in the room. Her muscles relaxed as the stream continued to shoot out of her.

She felt her pants slide off her knees and down to her ankles. It took a moment for the situation to fully register, but when it did she looked up and saw that Drew was now standing directly over her. She reached down and grabbed her pants, but she couldn't lift them because Drew had placed his foot between hers. She pulled hard trying to stretch the fabric but his foot was firmly pinning her pants to the ground.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

He shushed her. "We need to limit talking during a lockdown," he said calmly. He unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his cock. "I think I might need to relieve myself as well."

Ms. Horner leaned back and covered her face with her hands, afraid that he was about to urinate on her, but he didn't. Instead he stroked his dick slowly while staring at her upper legs.

If she could get her feet out of her pants then maybe she could stand up and move away. She managed to kick off the shoes, but despite all the twisting she did, she just could not get her feet out. She could reach down with her hand to free her feet, but that move would involve her leaning forward and bringing her head closer to his cock.

Ms. Horner was ready to scream, and then the door handle jiggled. When there is a lockdown drill the principal patrols the halls and makes sure that every door is locked. It bothered her that there was no warning. Maybe she just forgot to check her email this morning; she couldn't be certain. She hadn't heard any gun shots, but if the principal was making the rounds then it was probably just a drill... probably.

While Ms. Horner was scared into silence, Drew was only emboldened. He moved his left foot so to join the other in holding her pants and panties on the ground. He then shuffled his feet outward, pushing her knees farther apart to get a better view of her crotch.

"Take off your shirt," he ordered, but she didn't comply. Continuing to stroke his cock he looked her in the eye and added, "If you don't I'm going to cum all over it."

Ms. Horner looked down and imagined having to leave with a giant cum stain on her shirt. Reluctantly, she undid the buttons on her purple satin shirt. He gawked at her pale stomach. She had five dark freckles that resembled some sort of constellation. Her A-cup breasts were covered by a simple nude colored full cup bra that was loose against her skin. As a photo on the Internet, this sight wouldn't be particularly noteworthy, but with this power over his teacher made it the sexiest thing he's ever seen.

She had to sit up straight to get her shirt all the way off. She threw it in the corner where it would stay dry. He placed his hand on the back of her head before she could lean back again. She placed her hand on his hip as a brace to stop him from pulling her head closer to his cock. It was staring her in the face, inches away from her. He moved his hips towards her. She lifted her other hand as a brace, placing it on his other hip, but her thumb was accidentally placed against his scrotum.

Her hand touching his teenage scrotum was enough to start the ignition sequence. A large glob of cum hit her in the face. More landed on her chest. The last bits landed on her thigh. He stumbled back away from her. Finally free, she stood up and turned her back to Drew so that she didn't have to face him.

She realized she had to clean up before she got dressed. Drew had backed away near the paper towel dispenser. She didn't want to go near him or ask him for a favor even if that favor was a bit of paper towels. The toilet paper dispenser was close, but it was low to the ground, like knee level so you could conveniently reach it while sitting but not while standing. She bent over to grab a wad to clean herself off.

Drew still had his dick out and watched her repeatedly bend over to grab more toilet paper. He continued to stroke himself as he watched. He slowly stepped towards her; she didn't seem to notice. When she bent over the fourth time he reached out and grabbed her ass.

She froze as he rubbed that bubble butt. His hand slid between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She started to shake. He put his other hand on her shoulder and said softly, "It's ok. I'm going to make you feel real good."

Drew's left hand slid from her shoulder to under her armpit. With that grip he was able to lift her up onto her tiptoes. It wasn't quite high enough so he had to bend his knees to get his cock to line up with her pussy. He entered her slowly, but it wasn't long until he was vigorously pounding her. Ms. Horner outstretched her arms and placed her hands on the wall for support. Drew's hand slid around to grab her breast over her padded bra.

The PA clicked back on. "The lockdown is over. In response to a threat the police searched all lockers. No contraband was found." Drew's thrusts slowed somewhat, but he didn't stop and the intensity remained. He became like a machine: powerful, steady, and constant. He was unyielding.

"Drew," Ms. Horner pleaded between his thrusts. "You have to go back to class," was the best reason she could think of to get him to stop after nonconsent had failed. He was unphased by her words. He was determined to cum inside of her. Powerless, Ms. Horner had to girt her teeth and wait until he was done with her body. She didn't know how much time passed, but it felt like a long ass time.

Finally he came inside her. Wordlessly he put his dick back in his pants and left the room. She didn't turn around until he was gone. She relocked the door and then curled up into a ball in the corner. She didn't cry, but just stared at the opposing wall. She thought through her options. Should she tell anyone? What would happen to him if she did? What would happen to her if she did? What would happen if she didn't? What does this mean for her teaching career? What does this mean about her as a teacher? About her ability to maintain control? She was full of questions, but had no answers.

She sat there until the bell rang and then it was time to get back to work. She got dressed, splashed some water on her face, and went back to class to teach the last period of the day. It was easier to get through than she thought it would be.

The following day on the other hand was extremely difficult. Drew strut into her room full of confidence. Lacking any shame, he looked her up and down before taking her seat. She wore a loose knee-length black skirt that hid her form and a matching black sports jacket. The jacket was a typical woman's style that was more form fitting than a men's jacket, but it left more of her covered than if she wasn't wearing it. Still she felt his eyes looking straight through it, projecting his memories of her naked body.

"So Ms. Horner, are you coming to my game tonight?"

"No Drew, I don't think I'll make it."

"Come on, you haven't come yet, but you said you'd come."

"I have a lot of grading to do tonight," she lied.

"You can grade in the stands," Lucas joined in. Lucas was another player on the team who genuinely wanted Ms. Horner to come and was completely oblivious of the tension between Drew and Ms. Horner.

"We'll see," said Ms. Horner.

"I'm going to hold you down to that," said Drew.

Ms. Horner started class after that. Drew was always somewhat loud and obnoxious in class, but today he was especially disruptive. Making jokes at every opportunity, talking loudly to the girl beside him. She was thankful when the period was over, but unfortunately she wasn't done with Drew. She had every intention of skipping his game, but then he showed up in her room after school. "Drew this is bordering on harassment."

"What, I thought teachers were always encouraging students to swing by after school."

"What do you want?"

"I was just going to make sure you came tonight," he said as he drew close to her. "I'd really like to see you come."

"If you were any kind of real man then I would have come yesterday," she said sternly. He was towering over her, but she was not going to be intimidated.

He had received many stern speeches from teachers who wished he do better or simply wished he'd behave. None of those ever worked on him, but this was the first time a girl insulted his manhood. He was always the hot stud with his pick of the litter.

"Now sit down," she ordered and he silently complied.

"I am so sick of your attitude Drew," she said as she lifted up her skirt.

"You think your jokes are more important than the class material and then you wonder why you're not doing well. You have to focus more on what I'm saying and less other distractions in the room." She had removed her panties and threw them in her purse while giving that part of the speech.

"It's like what do I have to do to get you to focus on me while I'm teaching," she said as she straddled his lap.

"You're trying so hard to work in your stupid sexual innuendos that you have nothing deeper going on and that is reflected in the lack of complexity in your writing," she said as she grinded her pussy against his crotch.

"I was a teenager not that long ago and I know how the hormones of an 18-year-old boy work, but that is no excuse for your behavior. None of the other boys in class find themselves unable to control their urges. None of the other boys remained so as unfocused as you." As she said this she undid the button to his kakis, pulled out his cock and inserted it into her pussy.

"And for someone as so obsessed with sex as you, you'd think you'd be better at it," she said as she rode his cock up and down.

"See this finger," she said as he held out her hand. "This small delicate finger can do such a better job than anything you've shown yourself capable of."

She lifted herself off his dick and reached her hand down to have that finger replace his dick. Her other hand gripped his shoulder to steady herself as she stood over him. She closed her eyes and stopped talking as her own hand hit all the right places. Her mouth opened wide and her breathing deepened.

Drew watched entranced. At this point in his life he had fucked not only Ms. Horner, but several of his classmates. However all of those experiences were only about his own pleasure. Half of them were doggy style where he couldn't even see the girls face. His style was to always pound her as vigorously as he could until he came and he often left shortly after that. And in all that time he had never seen a woman receiving such pleasure as he now saw on Ms. Horner's face. It was incredibly hot to watch and got him hard, real hard. He gently rubbed his own cock as continued to watch her facial expressions.