The Mind of a Teenager

Author's note: I think I've made the series long enough to be around 4 parts long. So the next part will be the last. I didn't intend for it to get this long but I feel it would have been better suited to a mini series instead of a oneshot story!

Kyle entered the class late as other students were currently working away on their given assignments. Mrs Johnston watched him enter her classroom as she wasn't the least bit please. He glanced up at the clock to see he was at least 30 minutes late. Mrs Johnston had her arms folded and looked extremely cross.

"Hello, Mrs Johnston." He smiled.

"Step outside, Kyle." She said, sternly.

Kyle knew this tone very well. It was the same tone his mother used on him. Kyle thought what the heck and he did as he was told. He stepped outside of the classroom and waited in mrs Johnston. She gave some final instructions to the class before joining him in the hall.

Mrs Johnston slammed the door shut behind her. Kyle got a fright at that. Mrs Johnston could be scary when she wanted to be.

"How many chances do I have to give to you Kyle? It's one thing after the next!" She yelled.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Johnston." He played along.

"You know Mrs Jackman will be hearing about this..." she said, hoping to wipe the sullen smirk on his face.

"Oh no! Please, no!" He begged.

"I'm sorry, Kyle. You've given me no choice. Come

with me." She instructed.

Kyle followed Mrs Johnston's swaying ass as she led him towards the headmistresses office. He followed her down the hall to the left then to the right. At the end of the row of lockers was the school reception. Inside... Mrs Jackman's office.

She knocked on her office door and heard the words; "Come in."

Mrs Johnston opened the door and stepped inside, Kyle followed close behind her. It was slightly dark inside Mrs Jackman's office. Tyler stood with tears in his eyes. He still wore his urine soaked jeans and Kyle took a guess that Mrs Jackman had shut the blinds so to hide what she was doing to poor Tyler inside.

Kyle glanced down to his hands to see that they were clear of red slash marks. He couldn't think of what she'd done to him, though it must have been bad because Tyler was stood shaking and sobbing.

"What's wrong Tyler?" Mrs Johnston asked sympathetically.

He begun to stutter but Mrs Jackman spoke for him.

"Tyler here has had a bit of an accident, haven't you Tyler." Tyler nodded, desperately.

"Oh... I see." Mrs Johnston said, awkwardly.

Kyle thought that Tyler must have been very embarrassed. Mrs Johnston was a very pretty and admirable woman. For her to see him in this state must have severely injured his pride.

"Tyler, take your things and go home for the day." Mrs Jackman said, roughly.

He picked up a clean pair of pants that Mrs Jackman must have looked out for him and then left hurriedly.

"What do we have here? Another mischievous pupil?" Mrs Jackman, groaned.

"Kyle was late to my class by somewhat thirty minutes or so." Mrs Johnston checked at her wristwatch.

"You boys never learn," Mrs Jackman sighed, "Very well. Leave him with me, I'll make sure he's disciplined."

She had an odd smirk on her face. The kind of smirk that gave you the sense she was enjoying a particular thought In her mind. Mrs Johnston quietly shut the door behind herself as she left, leaving Kyle alone with the headmistress.

"Perhaps I'll need to teach you a lesson that you won't ever forget. You boys like to misbehave? Then you'll learn to be obedient!" She yelled.

If Kyle hadn't the power to silence her right there and then he would have been scared for sure. But he did have that power, he had the power to completely control this bitch of a head teacher he had.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" She asked.

Kyle said nothing.

"Wipe that smirk off your face!" She screamed.

She'd raised a hand high into the air, Kyle glanced up in time for him to notice her hand arcing down towards his face. He reacted fast and caught her wrist firmly on its path to his cheek.

Mrs Jackman looked completely stunned. Kyle had just grabbed her wrist and he wasn't letting go. Her eyes bulged out of her bony skull. Instead, Kyle raised his hand and slapped Mrs Jackman as hard as he could across her bone solid jaw. He'd never hit a woman before, never did he intent to. But for Mrs Jackman, he made an exception.

Mrs Jackman clung to her cheek as she stubbled backwards into her desk. Her eyes were like beady back buttons filled with rage and her hairs that were neatly scraped back into her ponytail had loosened and were sticking out all over the place.

"You! Little! CUNT!" She screamed.

She advanced on him again with all the fury she had in her. Kyle quickly stepped to the side and she crashed in the podium of school trophies behind him.

Thinking fast, Kyle headed around her desk and fished out large key from her desk drawer. Mrs Jackman was still getting up underneath the ruined trophies when he locked her door shut. She found her feet once more and without dusting herself off she came at him again.

"Stop!" He yelled.

Mid stride, Mrs Jackman halted. She did not know why, for she intended to hurt this stupid boy. However, her body would not move.

"Do not move unless I tell you too." He ordered.

"What have you done to me!?" She yelled.

"Be quiet!" He mimicked, her teachers voice.

Kyle walked over to the window to make sure that the blinds were still closed. As if a lion would it's prey, he stalked her. He walked around Mrs Jackman in circles. She eyeballed him as he went and he enjoyed the flicker of fear he saw in her beady black eyes.

"How many kids have you tortured and tormented in this office?" He asked.

Of course, Mrs Jackman didn't reply. Her mouth seemed to be sealed shut. She stood, frozen still, unable to move or speak. In truth she'd never been so scared in all her life. Who was this boy and what was he going to do to her?

Kyle rummaged through two stock lockers that were placed in the corner of the room. He turned the handle and opened the metal door. Inside were king canes, whips, wristcuffs and even a ball gag. The first thing that Kyle reached for was the swatting stick she'd used on him just yesterday. She called it a ruler but this thing was long and thin. It swooshed as he moved it around in the air.

"Hold out your hands." He smiled.

He could see the panic spread across her face. "Go on... hold them out."

Mrs Jackman's shaking arms held her hands upwards with her palms facing up. She stood shivering and crying as he raised her metre stick high above his head before lashing down on her fleshy palms.

She cried out in pain just as he'd done the day before. She clutched her precious palms to her sides as Kyle heard her muffled begs for no more.

"You gave me two, so you will receive two. Hold them out." He said plainly.

Mrs Jackman held her quivering hands out for another lash of the stick. Again he raised it and brought it down harder this time on her fingers. She squealed and this time cried as she clutched at her fingers.

"This is what you deserve. You know this is what you deserve, don't you?" He asked.

She nodded quickly as the tears fled from her eyes.

"I bet you stripped Tyler naked in here didn't you?" He asked.

She nodded again as her sobs grew louder.

Well perhaps I will treat you the same. Kyle approached his head mistress and ripped open the small buttoned shirt that she had on underneath her blazer. The shirt opened revealing her pale white skin underneath. She wore a well padded black bra that looked way to large for her breasts.

Kyles hard on was now very apparent in his pants. This was a woman's breasts. Kyle estimated her to be around forty years old. She was not young like his eldest sister, Lindsay. Mrs Jackman was a married mother of two with a high-end teaching profession. She was as womanly as it got. As professional as they came.

He stared at her breasts and noticed they were speckled with many freckles. Instinctively her tore away her black bra and ripped it from her chest. Mrs Jackman now stood topless before him. He stared down at her thick pointed nipples. They were a sort of browny pink colour and looked almost rubbery. He pinched one and tugged at it harshly. He enjoyed the sound of her wincing in pain.

She deserves this. He told himself.

After all, Mrs Jackman had been the real school bully, not Tyler. She abused her students and maybe even her staff. Kyle felt that it was his duty to teach her a lesson that she'll never forget.

He had been about to rip away her slender black skirt when a receptionist knocked on her door.

Kyle was startled for a moment, but quickly came up with a way to fix it.

"Tell them to go away, you're busy." He said in her ear.

Mrs Jackman gulped loudly. "Leave me be, I'm busy!" She hissed.

Kyle thought that she'd said it very well. It almost sounded real. As though she wasn't currently trapped by a pupil inside. As though Kyle was not stripping the head teacher of this school naked behind her office door.

They heard the person leave from the door and that meant Kyle could commence his onslaught on Mrs Jackman. She looked terrified now. She watched him everywhere he went.

Kyle smiled to himself. "Take it off."

He said.

"Take what off?" She stuttered.

"The skirt." He clarified.

Mrs Jackman looked hesitant. She couldn't believe she was stripped topless in front of a school pupil and that she was about to remove her skirt for his sexual desire. She didn't want to do it, she knew it was wrong, but she found herself doing it anyway. She watched her own hands undo the clasp and then the zip.

Kyle watched his head teacher remove her skirt. After she'd unzipped it, she let it slither down her long pale legs to her ankles. Kyle was surprised. She did not wear a matching set like his sister or Maddison had worn. Instead she had green panties that could be passed for a thong. He legs were thin and pale. Nothing like Lindsay's and nothing Maddison's.

She was older he supposed. She did not have the same muscular definition as the them. Her hips were not as wide, her breasts not as perky. Her breast sort of hung a little by the weight of the nipple. They were not big, nor small. They were the typical type of breasts that you'd expect a 40 year old mother of two to have.

Her stomach was not, toned nor wrinkly. It was smooth without much muscle or too much fat. Her freckles spread across her legs also. She wasn't perfect but by no means was she ugly. She still had a woman's body.

Kyle approached her, firstly feeling at her breasts, then her loose hanging ass. Her clutched at the small lumps of fat at either side of her hips. He did not want to kiss her, but he did want her to do something for him.

"Come here." He said.

Kyle gently took his headmistresses hand and led her around to her desk. There he bent her over slightly. He had perverted thought in his mind. He took to the locker and pulled out the large whip he'd seen a few minutes ago.

"Oh no. Please?" She begged.

"Shut up." He growled.

The sight of Mrs Jackman's naked body slightly bent over a desk was enough to make him cum in his pants. But he didn't cum, not like this, he wanted to enjoy it.

"Bend over." He ordered.

Mrs Jackman was already bent over but she leant forward even more not daring to disobey him.

Kyle gently flicked the rubber ends of the whip against her asscheeks. She whelped as little as it made contact with her skin.

"I hardly touched you?" He laughed.

He did it again and again and each time she whelped a little louder. By now her ass was red and raw with slap marks. He grinned pervertedly at her as she looked so sexy in her vulnerable state. He felt powerful, dominant.

Kyle stood behind her bent over ass and rubbed at it with the palm of his hand. He rubbed at her hot flesh and enjoyed the feeling of his teachers ass on his hand.

Another idea popped into Kyles head. He liked this idea.

"Turn around." He said.

When Mrs Jackman had turned, Kyle was seated at her desk. He lay back in her chair with a smug look on his face and she felt weak, vulnerable.

"Go on then." He said as he nodded to his crotch.

"I don't understand." She sobbed.

"You know what I want." He said it as stern as her.

Her eyes grew wide as she realised what he was suggesting.

"You can't tell anyone, Kyle... I have a family, I'll lose my job." She cried.

Her tears were really coming now. Yet Kyle did not feel bad. She was an evil woman. So suddenly she was tasting the medicine that she had been subscribing for years. She was feeling a years worth of pain that she'd put under many students and he knew she deserved it.

"The thing is Mrs Jackson, I want to ensure that you never torment another student ever again. Discipline should be detention, written lines, not spanking and slashes across the hands. To ensure nothing like this will ever happen again, I'm going to video this."

"No..." she protested.

"Yes... and if I hear about you tormenting any students even when I'm gone from this school, I will send it to everyone you know." He smiled.

Kyle pulled out his phone and set it up on her desk. He set it down at an angle so that it would capture the act. Mrs Jackman didn't know what to do or say. He hit play and leaned back in her chair.

She looked at Kyle, then to the camera and then back and Kyle. "Oh god." She said.

Kyle watched Mrs Jackman as she stood above him wearing only her green panties. She sighed and knelt below him underneath her desk. The sight was something out of a dream. His head-teacher, was almost naked and was kneeling between his legs ready to blow him.

Kyle had never received a blowjob before. He wondered what it would be like. He wondered how his headmistresses mouth and tongue would feel on his cock. He was not as nervous as he usually was. Had this been Lindsay he would have been shaking in his boots. He felt rather excited for what she was about to do to him.

"Go on..." He encouraged her.

Mrs Jackman's trembling hands took hold of his buckle. She undid it slowly and tugged his shorts down to his ankles. His boxers slid down a little with his shorts and now his pubic hair sprouted out above the waistband.

He enjoyed the feeling of Mrs Jackman's eyes on him. She gulped loudly before tugging his boxers down to his shorts revealing his hard cock. She stared it for a moment and she couldn't believe what she was about to do. Never in her life did she think of having any sexual relations with a student. Now here she was, knelt below a senior, with his cock waving before her face.

Kyle felt incredibly aroused to be so naked before a teacher. Just the thought of it turned him on. Kyle hadn't given her much instructions other than hinting at what he wanted. He hadn't ever compelled her to so. Instead, he had blackmailed her, much like he had with his sister.

Mrs Jackman's hand trembled as she curled her fingers around the underside of Kyles shaft. Her experienced hands felt like ice as they took hold of his throbbing penis. He gasped at her cold touch. At first she held it. She was without confidence to do anymore than that.

Finally her hand moved. Ever so slightly, Mrs Jackman rubbed Kyles cock up and down. She jerked himself from the base to about half way up. She did this slowly and hesitantly for a few minutes and Kyle felt his precum seep out and lubricated his head.

"Faster." He whispered.

She looked at him. She was still not used to being ordered about by a student. Though Mrs Jackman did as she was told regardless. He watched her mature hand rub his cock faster than she had done a few seconds before. She felt the warmth of his rod between her fingers and she couldn't help but feel a twinge underneath her green panties.

Kyle watched her hand rub at him. Her ring finger was decorated with a large clear crystal.

That's a nice wedding ring. He thought.

Although he did not know what monster would marry Mrs Jackman. She wasn't all that hot and her body certainly wasn't anything special. She was cruel, wicked and up her own ass. Nobody could love her. Yet someone did.

"Do you do this to your husband?" He asked.

Mrs Jackman was far too concentrated on jerking him off to hear him. So he repeated himself. She shook herself from the daze that she was in.

"Yes, sometimes." She said, quietly.

"Do you suck him?" Kyle grinned.

She sighed. "Yes."

"Show me how." He felt the excitement rising inside of him like ice cold water.

He could barely breath as she lowered her head down to his penis. She outstretched a slim tongue and licked the tip. The contact felt great and he watched his slimy precum connect like string against her lips.

"That's it... blow me like I'm your husband."

With that, she devoured him. Kyle felt her hot mouth breathe on his head before sliding his end into her mouth. She took his head inside and sucked gently on his knob as though it were a piece of candy. He felt the the softness of her hot gums slide along the length of him.

He was in a complete array of emotions. He felt excited, horny and slightly scared of the woman that sucked on his prick. Yet she sucked him like she would her husband. Often she would pop it out and sook it back in. She did this over and again making sure to emphasise the popping noise.

Kyle could hardly breath. She gulped and moaned as she blew her student. Many times did she pop him out to run the length of her tongue along the length of him. She cupped at his small balls as she sunk deeper and deeper until her lips wrapped around the base of him.

God she's good at this. He thought.

He watched saliva dribble from her mouth and soak him. A small puddle of it pooled bellow his belly button. Finally, she let him out of her mouth a jerked him from the base to the tip. The sloshing sound of her hand on his now lubricated cock was what made him cum. Her fist gripped upwards to his head as the first rope of cup erupted from his cocks eye. Immediately she took him back in her mouth where he emptied himself inside of her.

She gulped and sucked gently at the same time. He felt the exhaustion take over him as he slumped further in her desk chair. She remained on his penis and sucked gently until it felt quite painful. Finally she let his cock slip from her lips. There was no mess whatsoever. She had swallowed down his seed with no problem.

Kyle and Mrs Jackson couldn't believe what had happened. They both had been entranced for at least ten minutes or so as she sucked him. She had become a wild beast, where as he had taken the role as her prey. She sucked the life out of him and breathed heavily as she stood up.

Kyle leant forward and turned off the video recording. He couldn't wait to watch it back later and relive the ordeal in the comfort of his bed and his cock in his hand. Maybe he'd compel his sister to jerk his cock for him. He had to wait and see what he'd do when he got home to the family.