Chapter 05
Teacher is humiliated into submission
Jessie didn't want to get out of the car, so Ben took a hold of a wrist pulling her from it. To avoid a fuss, which would bring unwanted attention, she gave in. Lowering her head in shame she walked between two students, towards Ben's house. It shouldn't have been a big deal for a teacher to be out with a couple of students, except she was dressed like a little girly.
The blue satin dressed flared out at her hips, to show off a pair of frilly panties. Her hair was up in pigtails, flopping over both ears looking cute, if she had been a little girl. If she had been their little sister it would be embarrassing, but as a twenty-eight year old, mature woman, it was excruciating. As their teacher, it was crushing her self-esteem, to be paraded around like this. What they intended to do to her, she dare not think about.
Letting her students takeover the class had been stupid in the first place. She let it get way out of hand, until they were running her life. The only consolation was, this week of torment, was very nearly over. With this in mind she gave into them, for an easier life, and to avoid another humiliating punishment in the classroom. Every time they mentioned she had been spanked, in front of the whole class by a student, she withdrew further into her shell.
In the rough looking neighbourhood no-one said anything, but Jessie received some funny looks. She kept her head down, feeling the stares anyway. At least these eighteen year olds couldn't go into a bar, or a club, so maybe they would soon get bored with dragging her around. They would eventually give up humiliating her and take her home.
Home had meant her apartment, only this week it meant Paula's house. If only she could escape them and get to her apartment, it would be possible to bring this torment to a halt. The students had her keys, for the car and the apartment, as well as her credit cards. In any case, she was desperate enough to walk there and break in, even in these terrible clothes. All week they had kept such a close watch on her, it had been impossible to escape the callous adolescents.
"In here, this is my place," Ben indicated to Paula.
They bundled their teacher into a poor looking house. No wonder Ben was a rough kid, she thought.
"Hi honey," a large, motherly looking woman, greeted Ben. "Who's this, aren't you going to introduce us?" his mother asked.
"This is Paula, a friend from school, and her sister," Ben lied.
Jessie felt terrible, meeting a student's parents, dressed like a stupid little girl. It was a fashion among some youngsters to dress up like this, Cos-Play, she thought it was called. She was their teacher and a woman, only a few years younger than his mother. The style was demeaning, and her panties were on show, so how could she reveal who she was. There was no chance she could escape this dreadful situation by asking for help. Revealing she was their teacher was impossible to contemplate.
"Does the little girl want some sweets," his mother asked.
Jessie nearly turned around, to see who was behind her. The woman's nose had red indentations, where a pair of glasses usually rested; explaining why she hadn't been rumbled. The woman was peering at her, expecting an answer.
"Thank you, ma'am," she answered, in a polite, modest voice.
"Come here dear," the woman said, with a toothy grin, revealing a missing tooth.
She un-wrapped a toffee, and held it to Jessie's mouth.
The woman's hands were clean, but it was embarrassing being treated like a little girl, by another adult. Her students were watching, with smirks on their faces. She opened her mouth, allowing the woman to pop a sweet into her mouth. It was a cheap item, tasting of nothing but sugar.
"Thank you ma'am," Jessie said, around the glob of sticky stuff.
"She's such a polite, little girl, so cute in a lovely blue dress," the woman said, while pulling at it, straightening it up. Her breasts went unnoticed without a bra, though if this was kept up, they would spill out the top. The woman lifted the hem up. Jessie had to suppress a groan of anguish.
The woman was one of those who missed having children in the house, young ones that were dependent upon her. She couldn't cope with teenagers, and especially Ben, who was wild and independent.
"Oh! Such lovely blue knickers, they match your dress perfectly," the woman commented, to herself.
Jessie was already feeling vulnerable and embarrassed, and this added to her shame. The two adolescents were giggling at her. They were highly amused with their teacher, having her panties examined. Printed across her bottom was the phrase -- Miss Peachy.
"Look at this lovely little girl, honey," the woman said, drawing her husbands attention to Jessie.
Hell! What now?
"Where's the food," the husband demanded.
The woman took a hold of her hand, pulling Jessie into the walk-through dining room. "What do you think of her, she's a cute little thing, honey," the woman gushed.
"Kids, is that all you think about. Get the food on the table woman," he said.
"You look after her while I dish up," the woman said, roping in the reluctant man.
He was a larger replica of Ben, with big beefy hands, and a red nose, from drinking too much. His wife lifted Jessie onto his lap as a underhand reproach, to his uncaring attitude, knowing he disliked being close to children.
Jessie sank onto his knees, with the short flouncy dress floating up around her waist. She'd no chance to protest, or avoid the miserable prospect of sitting on this man's lap. It left her feeling like a silly little girl, sitting on an uncle's knee.
"You look after her while I prepare the table," the mother scolded him.
"If it means you'll get on with it!" he growled back at her.
Jessie cringed with embarrassment. The nasty smell of beer and cigarettes, wafted over her. He held her in a firm grip, not wanting her to be there, though prepared to co-operate, because he was hungry. All she wanted to do was get away from here.
"Stop squirming, I'm watching the sport results," he told her.
Jessie imagined sitting at the kitchen table with these rough people. Being made to sit there, until she finished every last mouthful, was dire prospect. What would be worse was listening to Ben and Paula, recount the humiliating scene in class tomorrow.
