Six months have passed since the events outlined in "Naughty Miss".
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Sarah Price had spent the time since her encounter with Becky and her cohorts mostly brooding about it. Fortunately she had her job to take her mind of those events which saw her dominated and humiliated by her most loathsome pupil ever, Becky Holt, and the sexual ordeal she had endured at their hands. Initially she had seethed about it, especially when she had to go into school with her ultra short haircut (Sarah had been forced by Becky to cut her own hair) that, while she had smartened it up, she still abhorred. But when the weeks passed and no obvious method of revenge offered itself to the teachers mind she actually began to fantasise and masturbate to the thoughts of that afternoon and night and her treatment at their hands. And so as Sarah's life went back to normality, her dalliances with internet dating definitely behind her she was able to move on with her life and while she could never forget that day she was able to forget about any thoughts of vengeance. Life really was too short for such thoughts.
This until Sarah overheard a conversation between two of her teaching colleagues while at the morning recess in the teachers lounge.
"Did you read about Becky Holt in the newspaper yesterday? I just knew that young woman would come to no good. Arrested for prostitution and attempting to resist the arrest? It doesn't surprise me!"
A couple of discrete questions later and Sarah was spending the evening looking at the mentioned newspaper article in the library with a hundred thoughts racing around her head. All of them bad, she knew she should just stay clear of Becky and that no good could come of trying to contact her but something deep within the pretty teacher's psyche was playing with her and suggesting possible outcomes that appealed to her sexual fantasies. Plus she was sure that this time she could show Becky who was in charge and gain a measure of retribution for her treatment at the bitch's hands in their last encounter. Yes, she thought, it would give her some much needed closure on that 'incident'.
*
Sarah knew it was a mistake to be driving towards the towns red light district, her target the very street that Becky had been arrested on a couple of weeks earlier. She knew it was a dumb thing to do. Dumb and possibly dangerous, this wasn't a nice part of town at all, most unsavoury. She knew if she was spotted hanging around down here it would not be healthy for her career either, but knowing all these things and being able to deny her mind was proving beyond her.
She found the street alright and set about trying to cruise down it as inconspicuously as possible (which only made her stand out even more) and she didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed that there was no sign of Becky, there were other girls standing there, obviously at 'work' but none that resembled Sarah's erstwhile pupil and tormentor. She didn't have the nerve to stop so just kept going and made her way back to go down the street again but again there was no sign. She headed home and the sensible side of her mind took over convincing herself that taking that risk once was enough and that she could never find Becky like that. And she managed to stay convinced of that all the way up to eleven o'clock the next night (Friday), when having spent a fitful evening watching banal reality TV shows Sarah decided she should give the street one more cruise in the hope she could find Becky and do what she needed to do.
Even as she drove Sarah told herself it was a fools errand, Becky was hardly likely to go back to the same spot she had been arrested was she? So at least her sensible side could take solace that this risk was unlikely to get any worse than yet another wasted journey with her heart hammering at her rib cage in excitement and fear.
But no sooner had Sarah turned her car into that 'Hooker's Alley' when who should be standing at the side of the road but Becky and she was leaning out hoping this driver would come to a stop at her. Sarah unconsciously took her foot off the accelerator and slowed right down to peer at Becky in the gloomy light afforded from the overhead street light. Becky looked as striking as ever, her jet black hair longer than when last Sarah had seen it while she was clad in what could only be described as whores clothes -- a black bustier that showed lots of cleavage, a black leather miniskirt, fish net tights and black knee high boots. She was also furiously chewing gum as Sarah drew her car to a halt right next to Becky and wound down the window. Her heart was beating like a drum, what on earth was she doing?
"Hey mister, you looking for...a...good...time..."
Becky's disinterested, mocking voice died on her lips once she had leaned on the window and seen who was in the car. She sneered at her former teacher and made to push herself away from the car.
"Wait! Becky, get in!" shouted Sarah with an element of pleading that she had not intended to show.
Becky stopped and spun around, spitting at her feet as she snarled at Sarah.
"What do you want cunt? You come here to see what I've come to? Is that it? Want some petty revenge for what I did to you at the hotel? Well why don't you take your well to do, pampered teacher's ass out of here before you really get hurt! GO ON! FUCK OFF!"
Miss Price really hadn't thought this through very well and in her confusion blurted out.
"Becky! Wait! Look, I'll pay you, get in!"
At the mention of Sarah paying her Becky stopped in her tracks and looked at her in a completely different manner and in a few short seconds she was in the car and sat in the passenger seat looking mockingly at her former teacher.
There was an awkward silence. Sarah really didn't know exactly what she was doing. Becky turned to her former teacher and demanded some answers.
"So what do you want Miss Price? Because my time is money you know? You want an hour with me? Going to cost you fifty in the car or for a hundred we can go back to my flat and we can have a bit of privacy."
Sarah was out of her depth here and they both knew it, still privacy did appeal to her and she told Becky as much and with a nod and quick instruction for directions they were headed in the car to Becky's flat. It was not a salubrious location, the flat was just around the corner from the street Becky had been working and was up one flight of stairs to a run down, graffiti clad door that Becky shoved open and ushered her former teacher into its stale aroma. Becky directed Sarah into a small bedroom off the corridor and finally closed the door behind her and turned on a muted, dim bedside light and sat on a dilapidated mattress.
"Becky, I think......"
Sarah's second thoughts about this were at last finding voice but she was cut off once again by the teenage prostitute.
"Look Miss Price (the name was spoken with the utmost contempt) , you hired me for the hour so pay up now, cash in my hand and we can get started with whatever you want."
It was blunt and to the point and seemed to snap Sarah out of her fog of confusion. She reached for her handbag and handed over the hundred pounds and suddenly her kinky side of her brain kicked into action.
"OK, so you'll do what I want for an hour will you? Well I suppose it's worth paying for that because it's more than I ever got from you as a pupil!"
Becky sneered at her for that comment as she tucked the money into a small purse after counting it.
"Ok Becky, you were right I do want a bit of payback for what you did to me, with Mark's help, in that hotel room, so first off I want you to get over here and bend over my knee, I think I'm going to give you the spanking I think you've deserved for a very long time!"
She scowled at the pretty young teacher even more but did not protest, she wanted to keep that cash. Plus Becky was a conniving little bitch and was already trying to think of some spin she could put on this situation to turn it to her own advantage. So she reluctantly approached Sarah (who was now sitting on the edge of the bed) and she deliberately hiked her short black skirt up around her waist (clearly showing that she was wearing no panties and had adopted a no bush rule since starting being a whore) and placed herself right over Sarah's knees. Sarah could not help but admire the smooth round ass cheeks she was staring down at, they looked good enough to eat. Now Sarah had an idea what she wanted from this confrontation she set to work and starting with gentle spanks and getting progressively harder she began to spank her former unruly pupil.
Slap!
Slap! Slap!
SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP!
She gave her thirty spanks that had turned the teenagers arse cheeks bright red before she took a break and pushed Becky off her knees and back to her feet. Becky had not made a noise while being spanked, she was a hard bitch and not likely to show any signs of submission of fear to anyone unless in extreme circumstances. That didn't stop her rubbing her sore backside and asking sarcastically.
"Is that all you wanted? Bit of a waste of time wasn't it?"
God she was just so cheeky and brazen. She was daring Sarah to go further. Sarah lost her cool for a moment and stood and went to back hand slap Becky but somehow managed to pull up short before the blow landed. Becky did not even flinch and just curled her lips into that ugly sneer of hers.
"Well Miss are we done here?"
There was a battle of wills going on between these two women who disliked each other and Sarah was damned if she was going to let Becky get off so cheaply. If she had been thinking straight she would have got the hell out of there but then again if she had been thinking straight in the first place she wouldn't have been anywhere near Becky Holt. With a sparkle in her eye Sarah tried an even more dominant voice.
"Shut up you arrogant little whore! And that's all you are Becky -- a whore. You want to earn your money, fine, get undressed and kneel on the carpet there, let me see that body you're selling, see if it's worth anything at all!"
Both were taken aback by Sarah's change in attitude but both knew it was just an act, however, Becky did, reluctantly do what she was told and undressed completely before her old teacher. What a hot body the young slut had, her stomach was wash board flat and her breasts young and pert with nice, big nipples. Once she was standing there naked Sarah was really quite taken with how sexy the minx actually was, so taken that she did not pick up on the fact Becky was not going to kneel for her. Their eyes met, Becky's challenging Sarah to go further and it was the elders that broke contact first. Her rational mind finally taking over and convincing her this was not the way. She turned from Becky, suddenly unable to look at her and picked up her purse ready to leave. Her voice cracked as she turned away.
