Dominatrix in the classroom
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
The ride in Genie’s backpack to school is pretty uneventful. A compact mirror nearly crushes you, but other then that, nothing happens. You’re used to being treated as a carry on, so the bumpy ride doesn’t faze you. Eventually, you hear other people talking outside the backpack, indicating that Genie has reached school. You wait patently in the dark bag, until you hear the top zip open and light comes streaming in. Before your eyes can adjust to the sudden light, Genie reaches in and lifts you out. By the time your eyes have grown accustomed to the brightness, Genie has placed you on the ground and is walking off without a single word. You shrug off getting the cold shoulder from Genie, she doesn’t like you very much and you don’t particularly care for her either. You look to see where she’s left you and you’re pleasantly surprised to see that you’re in front of your homeroom classroom. Maybe that brat is all right after all; if she dropped you off at your class then maybe you should give her a chance.
You walk into class towards your desk at the front of the class, there’s a ladder attached to the side that you climb up to get onto the desktop. You stride towards your seat, but come to a sudden halt when a high heel shoe comes crashing down in your path. You stumble back from the sudden obstacle and stare up angrily at whose blocking your way. The sight two long garter belt clad legs going up into a miniskirt, shatters your anger. You gawk at the tight purple thong hovering hundreds of feet above you, before you take a step back to try and look the wearer in the face. However, the large shape of her bosom blocks your view of her face as well. Even still, you know exactly who’s standing before you.
“Good morning, Mrs. Tread!” You holler at the beautiful teacher standing before you. Mrs. Tread teaches your homeroom class and is considered to be the hottest teacher in the school if not the town. She has long black hair that she often wears in a bun and a curvy body that makes you looks twice. Although, she’s great to look at, a lot of people try to avoid her class because of her personality.
“Well class, it seems that Mr. Mcminor has graced us with his presence.” The class nods wearily, while trying not to wince at Mrs. Tread’s shrill voice. Her eyes lock onto you, staring a hole into your small body. “Get to your seat Mcminor and maybe I wont give you detention for missing yesterdays class.” You nod eagerly, not wanting to do anything that might provoke the domineering teacher. Rumors had spread around the school that Mrs. Tread was once a dominatrix that retired from that trade to become a teacher. You don’t know if it’s true, but from the way she teaches it’s obvious that she at least enjoys being a sadomasochistic bitch. You climb your ladder and take your seat in the middle of the desk. Maybe if you’re really quiet, Mrs. tread will forget about you and torment another student for her sick pleasure.
You walk into class towards your desk at the front of the class, there’s a ladder attached to the side that you climb up to get onto the desktop. You stride towards your seat, but come to a sudden halt when a high heel shoe comes crashing down in your path. You stumble back from the sudden obstacle and stare up angrily at whose blocking your way. The sight two long garter belt clad legs going up into a miniskirt, shatters your anger. You gawk at the tight purple thong hovering hundreds of feet above you, before you take a step back to try and look the wearer in the face. However, the large shape of her bosom blocks your view of her face as well. Even still, you know exactly who’s standing before you.
“Good morning, Mrs. Tread!” You holler at the beautiful teacher standing before you. Mrs. Tread teaches your homeroom class and is considered to be the hottest teacher in the school if not the town. She has long black hair that she often wears in a bun and a curvy body that makes you looks twice. Although, she’s great to look at, a lot of people try to avoid her class because of her personality.
“Well class, it seems that Mr. Mcminor has graced us with his presence.” The class nods wearily, while trying not to wince at Mrs. Tread’s shrill voice. Her eyes lock onto you, staring a hole into your small body. “Get to your seat Mcminor and maybe I wont give you detention for missing yesterdays class.” You nod eagerly, not wanting to do anything that might provoke the domineering teacher. Rumors had spread around the school that Mrs. Tread was once a dominatrix that retired from that trade to become a teacher. You don’t know if it’s true, but from the way she teaches it’s obvious that she at least enjoys being a sadomasochistic bitch. You climb your ladder and take your seat in the middle of the desk. Maybe if you’re really quiet, Mrs. tread will forget about you and torment another student for her sick pleasure.
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