Part One -- a bully picks on the teacher.
Jenny looked after the class while Jessie sat throughout the period up to lunchtime with her head slumped on a desk. She needed to sleep, to clear her head, but that was impossible with so many dark thoughts clouding her mind.
It was supposed to be Jessie's class yet she had let one of her students take it over. What she hadn't expected was for Jenny to conspire with the rest of the class to take her over too. They had revelled in their teachers' demise, so pleased that one of their fellow students had usurped Jessie's position they played along.
The threat of losing her career in teaching kept her bowing to their pressure. At first Jessie had gone along with the plans just to keep them on her side but it had quickly spiralled out of control. Out of control for her but spun her deeper and tighter into their web of deceit.
This morning Jessie had been so miserable from guilt at letting Jenny down she felt the girl had the right to punish her, as though she were one of the students. Being humiliated in front of the whole class was pushing her further into that role. She didn't expect Jenny to lose her cool and spank her.
In a moment of anger Jenny bent her teacher over the desk and spanked her bare bottom, while the whole class watched. She hadn't intended to it just happened. She blamed Jessie for she was a mature woman and should have stood up to her. Now the whole class was behind Jenny and looked at Jessie with contempt.
The young eighteen year olds didn't understand Jessie felt guilty over letting everyone down. She let the class down by getting into this stupid position in the first place; letting herself be manipulated into pretending to be a student for the last couple of days. She let Jenny down when the examiner had molested her in the cupboard and all she could think of was saving her career. To add insult to injury she ended up sleeping with the girl's boyfriend. No wonder she had thrashed her in front of the class.
Jessie couldn't help thinking she had deserved it as punishment for this big mess.
"Everyone has gone to lunch, we had better get something too," Jenny said. She poked the woman with finger. "We need to face the examiner this afternoon," she reminded her.
Jessie looked up at her. "Do we have to? Can't we just confess to a stupid mistake," she said. Seeing the look on Jenny's face was a reminder the girl liked playing teacher, liked wielding power in the classroom.
"No! We've been all through this before; you can't leave us in the shit. If you walk out we'll all be in trouble, probably expelled. You started it and so you've got to see it through. Anyway I'm in too deep with Mister Chapman," she said, without explanation.
"That damn teacher too!" she said. "He's going to be keeping an eye on me, wants to go out some time, just bloody great," she sighed. "You've caused a lot of trouble, young lady," Jenny huffed at her teacher.
Jessie heard her pupil calling her a young lady but didn't think anything of it. Both young women had slipped into the new roles, accepting them, for their own reasons.
"Maybe you should take over my job, you seem better at it," Jessie chided her, with a sniff.
"I saved your job and reputation with the examiner and just now with that teacher. What is it with you lot and store rooms?" she asked, not expecting an answer. She could see Jessie wanted to ask what happened in there but she was still working that one out. She didn't want to believe she was kinky in some way yet twice she had sex with men in that damn store room.
"I've saved your ass too many times for you to spoil things so keep your head down and do as you're told, understood?" Jenny told her. She was gripping the teachers blouse screwing it up in a tight fist. The anger was plain to see and Jenny quickly let go of the woman who looked frightened. Jenny straightened the skirt and picked imaginary fluff from it. The automatic movement gave her a moment to calm down. She wasn't kinky, she wasn't!
Jessie looked at Jenny seeing signs of strain. She wondered what had happened to the poor girl to leave her so shaken. Those two teachers had taken advantage of her inexperience to maul her. She just hoped it hadn't gone any further than that.
"I'm sorry miss. Please miss," Jessie asked, with a suitably respectful voice. It was obvious Jenny enjoyed being an authority figure and these signs of submission by a teacher boosted her ego. Jessie hoped to push her into a better mood, partly to get something she wanted.
Jessie needed to get home to change into something reasonable. She was wearing a short skirt and skimpy top, which wasn't too outlandish while posing as a student and she was getting used to these brief outfits. On a mature woman however, she was only too conscious the outfit looked far too lewd, especially as she was a teacher. To make matters worse she had lost her panties and couldn't ask her student for them back; the words stuck in her throat.
Graham was keeping a low profile and quickly disappeared out of the classroom at lunchtime. The others too quickly filled out busy discussing what had happened to their teacher. All of them kept the secret from wanting to see what would happen next. Not one of them let slip their teacher was being treated like a naughty school girl in class.
Among the trees a shady spot was set aside with tables for those bringing lunch. It was safer there away from teachers and they could isolate Jessie from the students. Jessie stepped in front of Jenny and cleared her throat. The woman had been browbeaten to such an extent she needed permission to speak.
"Sorry, miss, I need to go to the rest room," she said. Jessie wanted to keep well away from the girl but this was a necessary precaution she agreed with. One of the girls from class was allocated to escort her to the nearest rest room, a small one out of the way. It was usually a malodorous hole, as the caretaker often missed cleaning it, but it meant avoiding too much contact with either teachers or students.
Jenny watched her teacher walking away with one of her students as a chaperone in case they bumped into students. The girl would speak up for her warning them off in case of trouble and isolating her from chatty types, in case she was found out to be a teacher.
It was delightful having her teacher asking permission to visit the rest room. The poor woman was getting used to being humiliated, though the pain of embarrassment still flushed her face she no longer protested. She seemed inured to it and had given in to the inevitability of seeing this thing through to the end.
Ben listened to the gossip going the rounds during lunch so figured this would be an opportunity to muscle in on the minding of their teacher. Graham had the job as he was Jenny's boyfriend but something had happened to spoil that arrangement; he didn't care about that just that it was his chance to get back at a teacher.
"Hi Jenny, you're doing a good job," Ben started to say.
"What do you want Ben, I'm busy," she snapped. She nodded at a group of girls. "Those over there are spoiling for a fight before the end of year. I'm going to stop it," she said, with a determined thrust of her jaw.
