Slave is tortured in class
Mrs Watson hadn't been ordered by her master to put on an exhibitionist show, for a couple of weeks. She still wasn't allowed to wear underwear, although she needed some support, and so a quarter-cup bra was allowed. Some days she wore slave chains under a dress while teaching, and had to be careful not to reveal them.
She'd given up worrying about being caught misbehaving in school, or someone finding out she was a pupil's slave. Her master had moved her into his apartment, with the intention of keeping her permanently enslaved. At least it meant some sort of security if she lost her teaching job. On the other hand it meant she was dependent upon the capricious whims of an adolescent. Any worries she had about this were suppressed, leaving her feeling happy to be a teenager's sex slave.
Mrs Watson had only just survived the term, without being caught behaving badly in her classroom. The last week was going to be easy, with relaxed rules, and the students would be in a good mood. The teachers either put up with the raucous behaviour, or joined in. Almost anything went, if the students could raise enough money for charity. The school rules weren't just bent, they could be trashed.
For the last week a teacher was in charge of one class, instead of them moving from one classroom to another. Danny, her master, was in hers. She wondered if it were a coincidence or not. She knew he had set her up for something, but wasn't sure what it was. All she could do was play along, as her master ordered. When a Roman celebration was put forward as the theme, she knew Danny had a hand in it, so she had to agree to their plans.
'Alright, we'll celebrate the Roman Saturnalia festival. So, how are we going to make this happen,' she smiled at her class.
'You could serve us, as a master would act as a slave during Saturnalia,' Edward suggested.
Mrs Watson felt dreadful over the mention of slaves, though they could hardly be expected to know the significance of such a status. She really was a slave, and wasn't even mistress in her own classroom, as Danny pulled the strings.
'Mrs Watson is not a master, or a mistress, and we aren't slaves,' Brenda pointed out.
'Saturnalia is all about turning society on its head. So in the classroom the teacher becomes the student, and the student becomes the teacher,' Oliver said.
The class enthused over this idea, and readily agreed. Mrs Watson surmised her master had sown the seeds of this idea, and it had his approval. He wouldn't have directly told them to treat her like a student, or would he?
'Alright, as it's for charity I must agree. Starting from tomorrow morning I'll be the student. You have till then to make up the rules for the celebration,' Mrs Watson said, while gathering up her things.
The class had worked hard to bring in an enormous amount of money for charity. This meant the principal would relax the rules all the more, and let them get away with almost anything, short of murder. If he didn't, they could donate the money to another charity, and he would lose face. Not a man to be crossed, she would have to watch her step.
It occurred to her that her master had donated the proceeds from the sale of her belongings. All her worldly goods had been sold when she moved into his apartment, and the money contributed to the class collection. That meant she was paying for her own torture. For there was no doubt, she would be tortured tomorrow, or at least badly teased. Students getting their own back on a teacher, at the end of their schooling, could be very cruel.
Next morning the class settled down more quickly than usual. They sat in eager anticipation, waiting to see their teacher's reaction to their plans. Robert stood by the teacher's desk, ready to present the rules his teacher would have to comply with. Mrs Watson surmised Danny had some input to these. She sat at one of the student desks looking out of place, and worried.
'I'm not sure I can allow this. Alright, I know it's for charity, but all the same, there are school rules. Tell me again how much you raised? You've raised all that between you, I am impressed. Well, so long as you don't go too far, and the game is kept within the classroom. Alright, alright, I agree. Yes, I promise to abide by the rules,' Mrs Watson finally conceded.
Her students didn't cheer as they needed to keep quiet, though the looks on their faces revealed clearly how they felt. They looked forward to ruling over their teacher for a change. Some thought of revenge, and others merely wanted to tell a teacher what to do.
'First you have to read out the rules, Vicky, and agree to them,' Robert said.
'Yes, sir,' she nervously replied.
A rumble of amusement went around the class, from the humble way she spoke. They figured their teacher was acting the part, not realising she had been trained by Danny to be an obedient slave. She automatically slipped into the role of slave under Robert's domineering manner, which triggered her submissiveness. It was dangerous behaving submissive in her classroom, but she couldn't help it.
She stood up before her class to read their rules. It reminded her of the serious declaration of her position as Danny's slave, all those weeks ago.
'I promise to obey my teachers. I promise to be a well behaved schoolgirl in class. I will submit to a teacher's punishment, which will be whatever they decide is fitting. Err, what will that be,' she began.
'Do as you are told, Vicky, and read the rules,' Robert interrupted.
'That's a breach of the rules, so you've earned a punishment already,' Jillian gleefully pointed out.
The demeaning way they spoke to her, deepened a feeling of deference to them. The slave training, months of following Danny's orders, and her natural submissiveness, combined to push her under their influence.
'Sorry, sir, sorry, ma'am,' she humbly spoke.
The class loved this new humble demeanour, thinking she was putting it on. When she called herself a schoolgirl, they laughed, as they knew what was next.
'I will wear a school uniform. The uniform will be decided by my teachers, and I promise not to modify my schoolgirl uniform,' she said.
This brought on amusement, as they had all seen the uniform.
'I will defer to my teachers at all times. I will show my teachers respect. My teachers will always be right. I am a mere schoolgirl, and I will always be wrong. I will do as I am told at all times, as I am just a schoolgirl, and my teachers know better. A teacher will decide if I am wrong over anything. A teacher will decide if I have been a naughty schoolgirl. A teacher will decide everything for me, as I can't make decisions, because I am just a silly schoolgirl. My punishment will be decided by a teacher. The punishment could be lines, a telling off, or, corporal punishment,' she said, and stopped.
She stuttered unintelligibly, then made the objection, 'Err, the school doesn't allow corporal punishment,' she nervously said.
'You are a special student, so the school rules don't apply to you, girl. You have agreed to our rules, so you will obey the nominated teacher. For the next hour I am the nominated teacher, until someone else takes over,' Robert explained.
'Yes, sir, sorry, sir,' Mrs Watson quietly spoke.
