From d2beast@aol.com Thu Apr 17 15:08:24 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!sprint!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!feed1.news.erols.com!howland.erols.net!panix!news.panix.com!qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail From: MD James Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Subject: NEW STORY: Detention - by MD James (MF, blackmail, humiliation, impregnation?) Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Date: 17 Apr 1997 19:08:24 GMT Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Lines: 550 Approved: Message-ID: <554eli$9704171507@qz.little-neck.ny.us> NNTP-Posting-Host: panix.com X-Archived-At: X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories.moderated:462 alt.sex.stories:183705 Hey! Did you think I vanished from the face of the earth? Here's a quick story. Enjoy! WARNING: The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY! That means NO KIDS SHOULD BE READING THIS! If depictions of sexually explicit scenes offend you then YOU SHOULDNāT BE READING THIS! And if youāre a moralist, a censor-hungry bible-thumper, a member of the Christian Coalition or the Clinton Administration, or just a stuck-up postal inspector with delusions of grandeur impersonating a real human being, then FUCK YOU! READ THE CONSTITUTION! This story is completely fictional. No real individual at any time was harmed in the making of this story. All characters portrayed in the story are 18 years of age or older. The author does not condone blackmail in real life and certainly does not condone the real life use of blackmail for sexual gain. Any similarities to persons living or dead are unintended and purely coincidental. Those individuals who have a hard time separating fantasy from reality are urged to seek psychiatric help immediately and to avoid watching television, reading a book, listening to the radio, or using the Internet. The story is about a young man who gives his teacher a lesson in payback. After all, payback isnāt just a bitch, but a bastard as well! ======================================================================== Detention - by MD James Miss Jay stood before me, her pert nose in front of my face. "Martin," she said in her usual scolding tone, "I will not tolerate your attitude any further! Your attitude is disrupting the whole class!" "Youāre the only one who is disrupting the class," I calmly replied. She moved away from me, her eyes wide with shock, her face flush with anger. "HOW DARE YOU!" she screamed. "HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK AT ME!" For a minute I thought she was going to hit me. Now THAT would have been killer for her! A teacher hitting a student in front of everyone else would have been a major scandal. But no, she stood there, her arm outstretched and shaking towards the door. "Get out of here RIGHT NOW!" she screamed. "NOW!" I knew what that meant. Time for another visit to Principal Henleyās office. My crime? Wearing a Playboy polo shirt! Letās start at the beginning. Ever since Iāve turned 18 Iāve been a big fan of Playboy Magazine. Itās a family tradition. My father read Playboy, my uncles read Playboy, my cousins read Playboy. Even my 88-year-old grandfather likes Playboy. (We have to sneak in some issues for him to read, since Grandma doesnāt care for it.) My cousin Cindy has even appeared in Playboy for their "Girls of College" pictorial a year back. Sheās now thinking about trying to be a playmate! She certainly has the body for it! Anyways, some of the birthday gifts my father got me included a subscription to Playboy Magazine and some Playboy shirts and hats. All very tasteful stuff, I assure you. At least tasteful according to OUR standards. My English teacher, Miss Kelly Jay, has a different opinion about that. Sheās one of those prim and proper members of the Christian Coalition. Ultra-conservative. She looked like one of those school teachers from the old days. You know the kind - blouses buttoned up all the way to the neck, skirts that went down to the tops of her shoes, hair tightly done in a bun, wire-rimmed glasses on a silver chain, gold crucifix around her neck. She HATES Playboy and everything it represents. To her, I might as well wear a shirt that had the letters 666 in dripping red blood on the front. Miss Jay and I have had our differences before this, but when I started wearing the Playboy shirts it seemed to validate every fear and suspicion she had about me. Sheās asked me not to wear the shirts to school, and weāve gone a few rounds with the principal and school superintendent about this issue. Iāve always won, but only because the school didnāt want to get into a free speech lawsuit. But that hasnāt stopped her from claiming I was "disrupting" her class with my "attitude." This usually happens every time Iāve worn these shirts. Sheād have one of her little ass-kissing acolytes (or is that cross-kissing?) back her up so Iād have to go on detention. Sheād personally draw detention duty so she could continue her moralization lessons on me. She couldnāt use the bible in class, so sheād pull out some "studies" (and I use the term very loosely) supplied from the Christian Coalition on pornography. Iād have to listen to this shit for a couple of hours, then write a paper on it expressing my views. One thing was certain, I wasnāt lacking in my writing skills! Today was no exception. Principal Henley looked up at me, shook his head in frustration, then gave me yet another day of detention. Normally Iād be steamed.. but not this time. In fact, I PLANNED on this happening! You see, I was sick and tired of hearing Miss Jayās moralizing sermons time and time again. Tired of her acolytes hassling me between classes. Tired of her self-righteous attitude and her smug disposition that her views were the final word on any issue. When she started this personal crusade I made it my mission to find some way to break her. Now all I have to do is to wait until the end of school, and sheās mine! It took almost forever for the day to end. I gathered all the materials I needed from the locker and put them with my homework. I walked by the twenty or so acolytes as they gathered for their end-of-day prayer sessions at the flagpole. I had to walk by them in order to get to the administration building, so I couldnāt avoid their comments. "Satan!" "Whore-monger!" "Pedophile!" "Weāll pray for your salvation!" Nice Christian folks.. in a Joe McCarthy/Roy Cohn kind of way· The detention room was empty. Good. Nobody else to worry about. I sat down in my usual seat at the front of the room and waited for Miss Jay to enter. Any other teacher would have already been here, but I knew she couldnāt come in just yet. She still had to lead the "unofficial" prayer at the flagpole first. "It pains me to have to be here," she said as she finally arrived. She had her usual sour face and the armful of notes to go over with me. "I have prayed and prayed for you to see the light and welcome salvation, but todayās outburst shows me that my prayers have yet to be answered." "We all have our crosses to bear," I said calmly. She paused slightly. Then she replied "Yes, and you are my burden." After setting down her paperwork, she began lecturing me on todayās issue, which was once again about the evils of pornography. She ran down all the usual extreme cases of child molesters and brutal rapists. She even mentioned the interview she saw of serial killer Ted Bundy, who claimed porn drove him to rape and kill women. Anyone with even half a brain knew that Bundy was a liar and a master manipulator who got away with the biggest mind-fuck of his life, and is still getting away with it because of people like Kelly Jay and her bible-thumping friends. Anyways, it was all pretty boring stuff after youāve heard it time and time again. And I have. It was so predictable I already had my essay written on the subject. All I was doing was feigning attention as I kept an eye on the outside window. Miss Jay continued as she always did about the subject. She even threw in stuff about the Internet. Iāve never been online before, but after hearing all the stuff she was talking about it made me eager to see if half of it was true. Finally I saw Principal Henley get into his car. He was usually the last member of the administration to leave. The janitor wonāt even be around to clean up this building for another four hours. I waited another minute to make sure Henley didnāt forget anything before making my move. "Excuse me, Miss Jay," I said as I interrupted her lecture. "Yes?" she said, annoyed that I broke her train of thought. "Donāt mean to interrupt you, but Iām getting a glare coming from the parking lot and itās really bothering me. Would you mind if I closed the curtains?" She looked at the window, then at the clock. She still had another hour left. "Yes," she replied. I got up from my desk and closed the lone curtain. The room darkened a bit as my eyes adjusted to the florescent lights. "Is there anything else?" she asked as I returned to my seat. "Yes," I said with a grin. "Take your clothes off." She blinked. "What did you say?" "Take your clothes off." Her eyes went wide in shock. "How.. How DARE YOU!?" My fingers went to the cassette player I had in my book bag. The volume was cranked up loud enough to echo in the room. It was her voice in the throws of sexual pleasure. Her face went white. "How.. How did you.. OH!" I had pulled out an 8X10 glossy of her in a motel room with an older gentleman. Her blouse was open and his mouth was sucking on her ample tits. I threw the photo at her, then pulled out more pictures showing him undressing her, her sucking on his cock, her being mounted on the bed, and the two of them holding each other like lovers. I had even included some close-ups so there would be no mistaking who the two participants were. "I was shocked," I said as I turned the tape player off, "to learn that you and Councilman Gray were having an affair. Such nice upstanding Christian man. And heās married too!" She trembled. "What.. what do you want?" "Iāve put up with your shit for four years," I said. "Youāve targeted me for scorn, youāve made me your pet project for your little acolytes, and youāve threatened to fail me for no other reason than because I donāt share your views. Well Iāve found out youāre no better than me. In fact, youāre even worse because I donāt hide my tastes like you do. So now itās payback time." Her hand clutched the gold crucifix. "Now take off your clothes." She closed her eyes in shame. "I canāt. I canāt do it!" I put on the tape again, the sounds of her and the city councilman echoing in the room. "If you donāt Iāll make sure everyone knows about the two of you. Iāve got more than these tapes and pictures. Iāve got plenty of copies stashed about, as well as the negatives, and even a couple of videotapes of the two of you. The scandal may not harm you too much, but it will end your loverās career and his hopes of running for governor on the family values ticket. Do you REALLY want to be known as the next Donna Rice?" Her face was flushed. I could see tears start to well up. Her nervous hands reached for the top button of her blouse. "P-please," she said, "turn the tape off.." I did, and watched as she took off her blouse. "May the Lord forgive me for the actions I am about to do," she mumbled as she unzipped her skirt. "I can only hope He has the grace to grant me the strength to endure this penance for my sins." Her skirt fell to the floor. She stood there in her white slip. Her arms shook and there were tears streaming down her face. "Take off the crucifix," I ordered. "You donāt deserve to wear it anyways." Her eyes opened wide in a silent plea. I sat there with a determined look, then turned the tape back on. She reached behind her and took unclasped the chain. The metal gave a soft clang as she set it on the desk. "Come around and continue to disrobe," I told her. "I want you naked as Eve in the garden." She walked around, her face back down in shame. She pulled her shoes off, then sat down on the desk to remove the white stockings. Then came the slip. She stood there in her bra and panties. Even with her hair up and her glasses on she was quite beautiful. Such a waste to have a hot body as hers imprisoned by such a hypocritical mind. "Please," she said, "turn the tape off.. this is embarrassing already.." "You still have on some clothes left," I said. "Take them off as well." She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. The wire-frame brassiere released her massive mammaries to the naked air. Then she slowly put her hands on the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles. "You still have something on," I told her. She pulled her glasses off and put them down on the desk. Then, almost by instinct, she let her blond hair down. She stood there, one hand trying to cover her breasts, the other covering up her crotch. I turned the tape off then stood up. "Undress me." Six feet of space separated her naked frame from me. She figured as long as she stayed away from me sheād be safe. Just take her clothes off. Nothing I hadnāt seen from the pictures. But now she became aware of the full scope of what I wanted to do with her, and the consequences if she didnāt. "Come here and undress me!" I ordered her. She shakily walked towards me. Like a robot, she pulled my shirt off, then undid my jeans. She pulled my shoes off before working my pants down to my ankles. Once out of them she paused in front of my groin. I still had my briefs on. She could see how long and hard I was already as it bulged through. "Do it!" She reached out and pulled my briefs down. My cock sprung out at her and she jumped back slightly. Iām not "massively" proportioned, but I certainly have more than most guys. Certainly more than Gary Gray. Just how she reacted was proof enough. She flinched at the sight of my erect phallus. "P-please," she begged, "donāt do this. Itās wrong." "No more wrong than being a hypocrite cheating on a married man," I replied. "You asked God for strength. Ask him for some more while you suck on my cock." She still had her head down and away from me. "Please, I beg you for the Lordās sake.. Donāt make me do this! Donāt shame me like this.. not like this!" I put the tape back on. "You mean youād rather be shamed publicly?" She shook her head. "No.. no.. please, turn it off!" "Then take my cock into your mouth and suck on it!" She looked at me, beat red in embarrassment, then, with her eyes once again closed, took my member into her mouth and slowly began sucking on it, like a baby on a pacifier. "Look at me," I told her. She continued to have her eyes closed. She didnāt want to see me. She didnāt want to see my satisfaction as she further humiliated herself. "I said LOOK at me," I said forcefully. She did, with tears streaming down her eyes. She was no longer Miss Jay, my pious English teacher. She was Kelly Jay, the woman who defiled her beliefs by having an affair with a married man. The woman who was a mockery of everything she professed. A slut, not even good enough to be called a cheap whore. "Suck it Kelly," I said. It felt odd calling her by her first name. A rush of power almost as good as the pleasure she was giving. She wasnāt my superior anymore. She wasnāt even my equal. She bobbed her head faster, trying to get me off quick. She resisted sucking on my cock at first, but now that she was doing it, she tried desperately to make me cum soon. "Stop," I told her. But she continued. "I said STOP." I put my hands to her head and pulled her mouth away from my rod. A trail of pre-cum and saliva ran from the tip to her lips. Not good, I thought. I didnāt plan on forcing her to do anything. I wanted her to do it all. I wanted Kelly to do all the action, that way she couldnāt say I physically forced her to do anything. I turned off the tape. "Lean back on the desk," I told her. She did, and for the first time I got to marvel at her naked body. Now I have popped some cheerleader cherries in my time, so seeing a woman naked by itself was no shock to me. But Kelly was no cheerleader. She was ten years older than anything I ever fucked or wanted to fuck. Everything about her was different. More mature. More developed. Kelly had beautifully large breasts. Nice, round, and full. The kind you fantasize about. The kind you wish all women had. Tracing down to her belly, she really didnāt keep herself too fit. There was little definition there. She had an "out" bellybutton. Going further, I found her thick mound. She didnāt trim it at all. Oh well.. I wasnāt planning on eating her out today anyways. "Spread your legs," I told her. She did and.. much to her embarrassment.. I noticed that she was getting wet already! Perfect! Once again, she shut her eyes and turned her head away from me. "Please Martin.. In the name of our Lord.. please donāt do this· not like this!" "I wonāt be doing anything," I said. "You will. Now guide me into you." I positioned myself so that the tip of my cock was just in front of her cunt-lips. The smell of sexual anticipation was in the air. I could feel it. So could she. Her hand reached out blindly towards me. "Youāll have to look at me to do it," I told her. "Iām not going to have you lie back like a fuck-doll." She looked back up at me. Now there was anger in her eyes. She wasnāt going to play the victim in this. She canāt claim she was raped. She mumbled something, then reached out to my awaiting rod and dragged me into her. "UUUUUHHHHH!!!" she loudly grunted as she pulled my cock into her pussy. Once in I began slowly pumping her. "Oh.. yeah· Kelly· Yeah!.. UNNGGHH!!" I watched her face as she tried desperately not to get aroused.. not to feel me inside her. She had her eyes closed tightly as I continued to pump myself into her. "Yeah Kelly.. do you feel it?· UHHH· Oh yeah· so nice· OHHH·" I put one hand on her breast. She bit into her lip. "You feel it.. donāt you Kelly?· OOHHH YEAHHH· UUNNGGHH· Feel it build· YEAH.. Youāre a slut Kelly· UUNNGGHH.. admit it.. Donāt hide it· UH·" For a minute I thought that sheād be silent all through this.. then I heard her pant. Then a soft moan. She WAS getting aroused by this. Then the moaning got louder. "OOHHHH!!" she cried. "UUNNNNGGGHHHHH· OH GOD·. AAHHHHHHH!!!.. I· I·" "Say it!" I said as I picked up the pace. "Youāre a slut.. say it!" "YES!" she said bawling. "Iām a slut!· AAAGGHHHH!!! Oh GOD Iām a slut!· AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" The fact that she came while admitting this was a bonus to me. She sniffed and cried as I continued to pump my rod in and out of her. "Hold me like the slut you are," I told her. "Hold me tight with your legs and arms while I cum inside you!" "Oh God.." she sniffed, "please no.. pull it out.. PLEASE!.. Donāt cum in me!" But it was too late. I stiffened up and let out a loud grunt. Kelly cried out as my cum shot into her. I held onto her tight so she couldnāt get away. Then as my climax subsided, I continued to hold onto her. "Please," she murmured, "get off me." I ignored her. "Please.. I have to pee.." I continued to ignore her, and instead kept my eye on the clock. Two minutes.. three.. four.. My cock had already shrunk back down to itās normal size. "Donāt do this," she said. "Youāve already come inside me. Donāt make this sin any worse!" "Iām not done yet," I told her. Then I began moving myself in and out slowly. The sensation and warmth of her vagina made my cock grow hard again. "No," she said in a whisper. "Not again.. please, no.." I pulled my cock out of her. It was covered with cum, both hers and mine. "Get it hard again," I told her. "How?" she asked in a soft voice. "Use your hand." She knelt down and wrapped her fingers around my cock. It was sticky to the touch, but slick as she began to masturbate me back to itās formerly hard state. She had never jerked a man off before, so I found her attempt at it somewhat amusing. Once hard, I told her to lean on the desk. Her wide ass stood in front of me. I gave it a good slap on both cheeks, then entered her like a dog. "UUNNGGHH!!" she grunted as I reentered her. I began pumping into her.. this time hard and fast. I could hear my balls slap against her pussy. "OH GOD!" she screamed. "UUNNNGGGHHHHHH·. UUNNNGHHH· OH GOD!!.. AAAAAAHHHHHH!!" I didnāt say anything while I fucked her. I couldnāt. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast to make her cum as many times as possible before I did. In every instance when I watched her fuck that old political fart they took their time. I bet she never got fucked so fast she came more than once. "AAAARRRUUUGGGHHHH!!!!· OH GODDDD!!!!!· NO!!.. I· IāM.. CUMMING!!!· NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" I put my hands tighter around her wide hips as I continued to piston myself into her pussy. She no longer held against the desk, but instead started to slide herself on top of the desk. "NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!· OH GODDDD!!· NOOOOOO!!!!" I felt her pussy spasm as she climaxed once again. I noticed that her hands balled up against some of the papers she had pushed aside. I paused only brief enough to grab hold of her big tits with both hands, then I resumed my fucking. "I.. I canāt· I canāt· Donāt· NOOOOOO!!!· NO· DONāT MAKE ME CUM AGAIN!· PLEASE!.. AAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!!!!" She couldnāt take it any more, and neither could I. I shot my load into her with force. She made some sounds like "AA-AH" as my cock spasmed inside of her. Then I collapsed on her back, my cock still inside her. This time she didnāt bother asking me to get off her. It would have been pointless anyways. I was so spent that I couldnāt get off her even if I tried. She simply lay there face down on the desk, panting. I got off her and put my clothed back on. She didnāt do anything at all. Just lay there naked with her ass in the air and cum dripping down her legs. She didnāt look anything at all like the pious woman she pretended to be. I finished getting dressed and pulled out the paper I had already prepared. "Hereās the paper you wanted me to work on for detention," I told her as I slipped the paper under her clenched fists. "As I pointed out, the real evil is not sex, but the suppression of it. Now hereās the deal: You will not flunk me out of class. You will not put me on detention for expressing my rights. You will not balk when I wear my Playboy shirts. You will tell your acolytes to leave me alone. You behave and after graduation youāll get the photos, tapes, and negatives. You or your acolytes misbehave and your face will show up on every newspaper in town as the biggest harlot around." I left her with the photos. I had plenty more where they came from anyways. I didnāt hear her say anything as I left. She wasnāt crying or moaning. Simply panted like a dog. That was the last time I ever was on detention. Kelly didnāt do or say anything about that day, and I never needed to bring it up. But I did notice a change in her afterwards, even if nobody else could. She no longer had a pious look on her face. That "Iām better than you because Iām a devout Christian" look. Oh, she still dressed like an old school marm with the buttoned-up blouses and long skirts, and she still wore that gold crucifix around her neck. But she no longer flaunted her beliefs. Better still, her acolytes left me alone. A month later, I graduated from school. As promised, I send her an anonymous package of the pictures, film negatives, videos, and tape recordings. I still kept three pictures behind in case she wanted to get back at me, but by then it was more or less pointless. Kelly requested a transfer to elementary school, but only after taking a year sabbatical. Nobody ever said why she asked for the year off except to say that at the time her stomach started to stick out a bit. At the same time, Councilman Gray dropped out of contention for higher office, saying he wanted to spend his time getting "closer" to his family. Nobody ever knew that the two events were somehow connected· Nobody, except myself. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /