Social Studies With Mrs Karen Ch 02

All characters in this story are 18+.

Part II - Mrs.Karen in Trouble

Things didn't go the way Mrs.Karen thought they might. By 10 o'clock that night she had been given an ultimatum by the head of the college - on behalf of the board. She asked for the chance to sleep on it.

She was told to call him back at precisely 6am with her decision - otherwise he would have to make other arrangements. She couldn't actually sleep at all.

By midnight she was certain which choice she would select.

By 2am she was wondering what choice her husband would have chosen for her if he was still alive.

By 5am she was wishing she had died instead of her husband all those years ago.

At 6am she notified the headmaster of her choice.

"Understood," he said, "Today you are taking a sick day - stay home. I will see you at your class tomorrow."

Then he hung up on her.

She suddenly had an overabundance of time. She decided to take a shower, but ended up just lingering in the bathroom for hours staring at her naked body in the mirror.

Mrs.Karen lingered in the parking lot until 15 minutes before her first class of the day. Ordinarily she would arrive much earlier and prepare for the day, but today she desperately did not want to go in that room. However, 15 minutes before class started she felt she couldn't wait any longer and started walking.

Jonathan and the Headmaster were already present when she walked into the room. She greeted each of them with a nod before realizing she was holding her breath. She took a long deliberate exhale.

"Good morning," she greeted them properly, "How do you want to do this?" Mrs. Karen tried to find the right expression for her face. Contrite that she had done wrong, but also enthusiastic to teach. Strong enough to avoid being taken advantage of, but submissive enough to appease. If she had known what her punishment would involve, Mrs. Karen would have worn a shocked expression of horror instead.

"You'll find out the details after class begins," the Headmaster told her.

Mrs.Karen knew how to speak in an authoritative voice, but the Headmaster always spoke with authority and part of that was knowing when to speak and how much. He was a lifelong administrator. He could go on for hours at a fundraiser or public speech, but could also withhold information stoically when it was more advantageous. He didn't just have a masterful pokerface. The Headmaster found poker boring because he had always ended up clearing the table.

Jonathan did not have a very strong poker face. His attempt at a neutral expression was forced and undermined by his shaking legs. He didn't speak during this encounter because he doubted his own ability to form words. He decided the smart play was to let the Headmaster run the show… and what a show Jonathan was looking forward to seeing. Front and center, standing room only, best seat in the house.

Mrs.Karen had agreed to this punishment without knowing all the details. She had spent a day and a half contemplating possibilities of what they might do to her. Only three people really knew the details of what would happen in class today - the Headmaster, Jonathan, and Dave. Jonathan had told Dave all the details so he would know what to expect. Jonathan wanted Dave to subtly record it all on video. Just a little something for the two of them to share between themselves. Maybe a little something to keep Mrs.Karen in line or have some fun with her after today was over.

Mrs.Karen exhaled, but this time she forgot to inhale. There should be something here. She looked at the Headmaster's hands, then Jonathan's, then scanned her desk. Nothing out of the ordinary. She looked around the room in a panic until her eyes locked on the object. Jonathan and the Headmaster both smiled slightly when her eyes spotted the length of bamboo resting in the chalk tray of her blackboard. She gasped audibly and felt weak in the knees.

Then a strange thought occurred to her and she chuckled slightly. There was about a foot of bamboo for every inch of Jonathan's erect cock. The Headmaster returned to his poker face, but Jonathan was visibly confused by her reaction.

Then the first students started arriving. Each was surprised to see the Headmaster standing behind their professor's desk. Most assumed it was because Jonathan was in trouble again. A few, those who thought of Mrs.Karen as their favorite teacher, were worried and guessed correctly that Mrs.Karen was the one in trouble this time. Finally, Jonathan's best friend strolled into class. He didn't even bring a notebook or his backpack. Dave just plopped down in his chair and kicked his feet up in Jonathan's usual seat. Jonathan looked alarmed at Dave's behavior, but didn't need to worry. Dave had borrowed hidden cameras from a nerd and set them up earlier to record the entire event from multiple angles. Before class he was outside checking the feed from his smartphone. Now, he was just planning on enjoying the live show.

"Class may begin," the Headmaster ordered. Mrs.Karen turned to face her students.

"As you all witnessed," she began, "two days ago I punished Jonathan-"

"Um," the Headmaster interrupted, "I believe in this case it would be appropriate for you to call him, Mr.Jonathan." The Headmaster turned to Jonathan and then asked, "Unless you would prefer that she call you something else for the duration of this semester."

Jonathan's eyes went wide, as did most of the students in the classroom. It was clear now that Mrs.Karen was going to be punished and forced to submit to the student she had disciplined. Jonathan stumbled trying to say, "Mr.Jonathan would be fine, sir", but it just came out, "Mr.Jonathan, Sir."

"Very well," the Headmaster turned back to Mrs.Karen, "You heard the man."

"Yes, sir," she paused, remembering her place. "Two days ago I punished Mr.Jonathan Sir for disrupting the classroom and disrespecting his professor. In doing so, I chose a course of punishment which - while legally acceptable and covered by the student handbook - the Board of Directors has decided was inappropriate for this incident."

Mrs.Karen paused for this to sink in with the class, then she turned to the Headmaster.

"Continue," the Headmaster ordered.

Mrs.Karen turned back to the class, saying, "The Headmaster and I agree with the Board's decision. What I did was inappropriate and," she hesitated at this next point, "is itself deserving of punishment."

"Very good," the Headmaster interjected, "Continue."

"I want to apologize first to Mr.Jonathan Sir for my inappropriate actions towards him," Mrs.Karen continued the prepared speech, "and beg him to punish me as he sees fit."

Almost every student in the classroom gasped. It was unheard of for a student to punish a professor. It was unthinkable that the student would be given free reign to punish the professor however they like.

Meanwhile, under his desk out of view of the other students Dave unfastened his pants and started stroking his growing erection.

"I also," Mrs.Karen continued, "want to apologize to those of you who witnessed my actions the other day. I set a poor example for you then, and hope that witnessing Mr.Jonathan Sir's punishment today will-"

Mrs.Karen stopped. Her eyes locked with Dave's. Although she couldn't actually see what he was doing, it was obvious from his body language and the smirk on his face. At that moment she realized that Jonathan wasn't a bad student - he just had a best friend who was a bad influence. She was so distracted she lost track of what she was saying.

"Yes, yes," the Headmaster finally interrupted, "You set a terrible example to your students, and so your punishment today will be public before them. You also placed myself and the Board of Directors in a difficult position, so you will be privately punished by them." The Headmaster said all this in an offhand manner like it was nothing special, which made more of an impression upon her class.

Even Dave flinched for a second on hearing that she would be privately punished by the Headmaster and Board of Directors. Then Dave slipped off into a fantasy of what they might do to her.

That was also the first time Mrs.Karen had heard that part of her punishment. She had not agreed to that. Of course, it didn't really matter. She had agreed to punishment in order to remain a professor at the college, and whatever they had in mind wouldn't change her decision. She was a teacher at heart. She would not abandon her students for any reason - no matter the personal cost. She turned to the Headmaster and nodded as if that was part of the deal from the beginning.

Jonathan's punishment for his professor was not unlimited. He had to get the Headmaster's approval. Jonathan was afraid that if he asked for too much the entire punishment would be called off. He had no idea how perverted the Headmaster actually was, or what he would have let him get away with if asked. Still, it was worse than Mrs.Karen had expected - even after she saw that length of bamboo resting in the chalk tray. Not as bad as her worst nightmares, but worse than she expected.

"I believe you began the punishment by stripping the student of his pants and underwear," the Headmaster stated.

It wasn't a question, but Mrs.Karen answered it anyway, "Yes, sir. That is correct."

"Very well," the Headmaster put a hand out to stop Jonathan from stepping forward, "You may disrobe down to your skirt and underwear. You are wearing panties, I assume?"

Mrs.Karen took a breath and then said, "Yes, sir. I am." She made up her mind to follow instructions as ordered - whatever was ordered - and began to undress. The class watched her intently - especially Dave who was now moving one of his father's handkerchiefs over the tip of his cock. She started with her business jacket, then her silk blouse. When both were folded neatly on her desk she unfastened her bra and placed it on top of the pile. Dave shot his first load of cum into the handkerchief under his desk while staring at her exposed tits.

"The shoes as well," the Headmaster ordered. She stepped out of her heels and placed them on the desk next to her clothing.

"Very good," the Headmaster praised her, "I believe you know what comes next." He dropped his hand so Jonathan could approach her.

Mrs.Karen had no idea what came next, but she had a good idea. "Mr.Jonathan Sir," she asked,"Would you please remove my skirt?"

Jonathan was feeling bolder now, and stepped behind her, placing his mouth near her right ear. "Beg me, slut," he whispered so low that even the Headmaster couldn't hear it.

"Mr.Jonathan Sir," she pleaded, "Please, I beg you to strip me of my skirt."

"Good enough," he whispered. Then he knelt down and placed his hands on the fabric of her skirt. Whereas she had swiftly dropped his pants with as little contact to his body as possible, Jonathan took it slow and felt every curve as he slid his hands and her skirt down to her ankles. Without needing to be told, Mrs.Karen stepped out of her skirt, and Jonathan tossed it on her desk unceremoniously.

"Oh, dear," the Headmaster said, "I hadn't expected this."

Mrs.Karen had spent far too long on her appearance over the past 24 hours. The more she contemplated that she would likely be forced to strip naked, the more she focused on looking as good as possible. Not trying to look sexy, but she wanted to appear attractive. It never occurred to her that someone else might be undressing her. Even when the Headmaster asked her if she was wearing panties under her dress she had merely answered that she was. She had almost forgotten that between her panties and her skirt she was wearing pantyhose.

Her confidence faltered and she began to blush - a blush that started on her face and soon lit up her pale chest to a warm pink. Yet, there was nothing else to be done about it as far as she knew. Without waiting for the Headmaster's decision she pleaded, "Mr.Johnson Sir, I beg you to strip me of my pantyhose."

"Don't forget that I own you, slut," Jonathan whispered again into her ear before walking around in front of her. Kneeling down he reached behind her and grabbed her ass while gripping the pantyhose. Another long, slow, groping and Mrs.Karen was stepping out of her pantyhose. Jonathan remained kneeling on the floor in front of her - his face inches from the lacey panties she wore when she wanted to feel confident. He tossed the pantyhose aside and missed the desk completely. His eyes were fixed on her mound and the slight scent in front of his nose.

Mrs.Karen was staring blankly forward, but fully aware that the entire class was watching her. Despite the humiliation - or perhaps because of it - she was horrified to realize she was getting wet. She closed her eyes in a silent prayer, then opened them again at the Headmaster's voice.

"If I understand correctly," the Headmaster was saying, "You tore the student's underwear."

"That was not intentional," Mrs.Karen replied, "but-"

Mrs.Karen screamed out an almost unintelligible "YES!" trying to finish her sentence despite sudden and unexpected pain. Without a sound or any hint it was about to happen the Headmaster had gripped the back of her lacy panties and did his best to rip them off her body. She did everything she could do not to buckle over in agony while trying to figure out what happened. The Headmaster then let go of the torn underwear and let them fall down to her knees.

Jonathan's jaw dropped as Mrs.Karen's bare pussy was suddenly exposed before him. As Mrs.Karen recovered, he figured it was his duty to remove the last of her clothing. She stepped out of it. He didn't even bother with tossing it this time. He shoved her panties into his pocket as a souvenir while he stood up, then leaned cooly against the teacher's desk admiring her naked form.

This was already quite a bit more than anyone had expected.

Dave shot a second load of cum into the fabric under his desk.