"I want a word with you, James," Adele firmly said. She didn't feel as confident as she pretended. For an agonising hour, since he had walked into her class, she pretended not to know the young man. At last the classroom was emptying for lunch. As the last of her students rushed out, he stood before her.
"What the hell do you think you're playing at? This is my job, you stupid boy. Just think what you are doing and take responsibility for your actions. You can't go around ruining people's lives to satisfy your. . ." Adele cut off the tirade, on realising she was about to say, 'to satisfy your lust'.
The word 'lust', reminded her of last night, and that she had been forced to deep-throat him. At the time any recognition of her own arousal, had been stifled. She excused the appalling behaviour as a sacrificial act, to protect her friend. She told herself that she had sucked him dry, to prevent him from taking advantage of Sylvia.
The smile on his face was annoying. She stared at him, yet he didn't back down. She eventually had to look away. It felt as though he were forcing her to relive that disastrous evening.
"Why are you here?" she asked again. She quickly put down the piece of paper, as it revealed how much her hands were trembling.
"As the introductory letter said, our class has been spread throughout the school," he smiled. "Though you guessed right, I had my father influence the principal. That's how I became assigned to this class, your class," James explained. He put his hand up in front of her, stopping the next statement.
"Father agreed for me to be here, to give him an informal report on you. You're up for promotion, and he actually wanted my opinion of you," James gleefully smiled. "I could have told him, you ran around dressed like a slut last night. You behaved so badly, you had your ass spanked, by my mother," he smirked.
Adele looked at the door making sure it was closed. People were passing the classroom, but no-one heard those demeaning remarks. Despite her intentions he had taken over, so she needed to regain control of the situation. After all, it was her classroom, and he was just an eighteen year old boy.
Being reminded of that terrible situation was difficult to recover from. "Look here, James," she began, hearing a slight tremble to her voice. "It would be better if you transferred to another class," she suggested.
"What about afterwards, after my mother spanked you? The spanking could be put down to a mistaken identity, or passed off as an embarrassing prank. I don't think my parents would consider a teacher, who sucked off their son, worthy of the position," he sweetly smiled at her.
Adele put a hand to her open mouth, as though stifling a scream.
"You crept into their house, pretending to be my girlfriend, swore at mother, and got her so angry she put you over her knee. You were spanked in front of my father, other school board members, and your boss, the principal. Then you ran upstairs to give me a blowjob. Not a good recommendation for promotion, or even in keeping your job here. You probably kissed your career away, when you kissed my balls," he laughed.
Adele hung her head in shame. It was all so terribly true. "It didn't happen like that, it didn't. You make it sound like it was my entire fault. You blackmailed Sylvia, that was why I was there," Adele said, with a voice trailing off to a whisper.
He was right. It looked bad, sounded bad, and could end up so very terrible, for both of them. Sylvia would be included in the trouble, if he intended to inform on her. Seeing as it all started from his blackmailing Sylvia, that was probably his intention now.
"I won't give in to blackmail," Adele said. She stuck out her chin, put her hands on her hips, feeling and looking defiant.
"Good for you. I'll go see Sylvia, see what she has to say," James smiled.
"No! No need," Adele urgently spoke. She brought her voice under control, for it was revealing a rising panic. Sylvia would cave in to save her. From the look on her friends face, this morning at breakfast, Sylvia was enamoured of him. She couldn't be in love with this adolescent; he was too young to be a boyfriend.
"I'll handle this, leave Sylvia out of it. It's got to stop, right now," she sternly stated.
"We covered Sylvia's theft last night, so your public spanking needs to be covered. Right now would be a good idea," he returned right back.
Adele breathed heavily from being reminded, yet again, of that naughty episode. "How do you mean?" she asked.
A nasty part of her wanted him to demand another blow job. The thought was suppressed tightly, into a dark corner of her mind. It would be so outrageous, despite last night's performance, so she could easily refuse him. It would enable her to rally her defences, through anger and outrage. Another part of her wanted to hear him say it, for it was so wicked.
"A token, that's all. Quickly over and dealt with. I'm out the door then," he said.
Adele looked crestfallen. She looked as though she had been spanked again. She looked like a naughty schoolgirl, rather than the teacher in charge of a classroom.
"Just, tell, me, what, you, want," she whispered, on little panted breaths.
"Your panties, give me your panties," he quietly said. He leaned close toward her, dominating her as she squirmed in the chair. "Just slip them off, and place them on the desk," he firmly said.
It sounded like an order. His low voice vibrated through her chest. The measured, reasonable tones left it sounding like a normal, reasonable assertion. It was almost a command.
"I," Adele started to complain but couldn't. A mixture of her usual bravado, and some idea about getting it over and done with, pushed her into action. Once she ran her hand up the skirt, there seemed to be no turning back. She wriggled out of them, and plonked them on her desk. She tried to make it look nothing more important, than returning a boy's confiscated catapult.
"Pick them up," he told her.
Adele wanted to tell him this wasn't the deal, yet she felt entirely beaten. She had gone this far, so would have to see it through. She picked them up as ordered.
"Hold them out to me," he said.
