Mr Donovan was about 40 years old. He was fat and bald and always wore a striped shirt and pants. He was the worse teacher you could have. Everyone wondered why he was a teacher. It was as if he hated children! The man never smiled and would get mad at the least thing. It was so bad that he gave us a speech a few times a week on how spoiled today's children were, and we were bad for the future of the world. He thought the school should be like olden days, where he could give us slaps with a cane and where we wore uniforms. He thought that we dressed wrong. In other words, we did not dress like children, we dressed like whores. Mr Donovan was an evil man. No wonder why he was not married. Hitler had a girlfriend, but no woman wanted Mr Donovan!
My name is Emily. I was 10 when all this happened. I had long dark hair, brown eyes and was the normal size for my age. I did not enter puberty yet, although my nipples were getting a bit puffy. Besides that, I had no hair down below, so I suppose I still had the body of a small girl. I never had a boyfriend, as most boys in my class were idiots and older boys just wanted to see my panties. I knew what sex was because my mom and dad never closed the door. We could hear the strange noises come from their room and if you walked by their room, you could see everything! I admit that sometimes I stopped and looked.
Mom was a proper housewife that loved cleaning and cooking. She loved brushing my hair and thought I still should have pigtails. Dad worked at some office doing things with stocks. I never understood what this was. As I told you, Mom and Dad were deeply in love. Besides that, I had a sister that was 14. She was hardly home as she was always with her boyfriend. Still, she was a nice sister. She was kind to me and let me use her things.
One day, Mr Donovan lost his temper in class. Once again it was history class. It was about another king that had 6 wives. I lost interest after the second wife and thought the king was weird that he could not even decide. When I heard he beheaded his second wife, I started drawing unicorns and fairies. It was just not me that was bored, all the class was bored. You could nearly see steam come out of Donovan's face when he slammed the desk. He told us we all had detention that day. Then we got the speech once again on how bad we were. Some pupils asked if we could not do detention the next day, as there were auditions for the Choir after school. Donovan said no!
During the lunch break, we told the choir teacher. She sighed and said that we could have the auditions the next day. That was a relief but some of my friends were still mad. We all talked about how tired we were that we had an evil teacher that hated children. It would be great to get rid of him. He should be fired. Ella said that she read about a scout leader that lost his job and was in jail because he molested a girl. That got me thinking.
I did not say anything but thought about the scout leader. Imagine how popular I would be if I got Donovan fired. I could seduce him so he molested me and then send him to jail! It was a huge sacrifice as I did not really want to be molested. It would be gross to kiss and let an old man feel me. I knew I would hate it. However, getting rid of him would be the greatest thing that could happen. I was sure I would be a school hero and who knows; maybe children would read about me in a hundred years, and not some stupid king.
So during detention, I sat in the front row. I knew he could see under the desk because girls always talked about closing their legs if they wore a skirt. I did not do this. Luckily I was wearing a skirt, so I lifted it a bit and spread my legs. I knew if he looked, he could see my panties. I didn’t feel good flashing my panties. It was actually embarrassing and I could feel my heart beat quickly when I saw him look at me. I saw his eyes look down. Bingo! I knew he could see my panties. However, he looked away again. Maybe he did not like girls! I had to make him like my body so I put my hand down and started feeling my pussy. This always felt good and despite I was doing this in public, it felt good.
Mr Donovan was staring at me and said, “Emily, stop daydreaming and get back to work”
Strike one. He didn’t fall in love with my body.
I was quiet that night I was at home. Mom asked me was I feeling ok. I said yes and complained about detention. Dad smiled and said he had a strict teacher when he went to school and he hated him. I could not imagine my Dad as a child. I was thinking of what I did that day. I showed my panties and even masturbated in class. I decided that it was embarrassing and hard, but I had to complete my mission.
The next day, Donovan had playground duty during lunch break. I went up to him and stood before him. He asked what I wanted. I took a deep breath and slowly put my hands up his shirt and started feeling his fat tummy. I told him that I was sorry about what I did in class before; it was just because I liked him a lot. I told him I even dreamt about him. That was not true, as I thought it was gross feeling his stomach. How could it be so fat, what was inside it? He did not move my hands and had a weird look on his face. He spoke to me with a kind and gentle voice and told me it was ok. He warned me not to show my panties to the older boys. I rubbed his stomach for a while and smiled as I saw a tent in his trousers! He suddenly moved away from me but did not get mad. He just whispered that some could see. I smiled and went back to playing.
That night I was quiet again. I could not get the sensation of feeling his tummy out of my mind. My sister told me she wanted to speak with me,
“I saw your hands up Donovan’s shirt today”, she said. I never went so red.
“Ohh that. I… I was joking him asking if he had a baby in there!” I lied
“Be careful sis, as people may think you fancy a teacher. I thought you hated Donovan!”
I do! My answer seemed good enough for my sister. In a way, she was right. I should not fancy an adult. She was also wrong because I did not fancy Donovan. I was getting revenge on him. It was gross and I hated it, but at the end, it would be great!
The next day, everything was fine and I did not get any detention. However, Donovan did tell me he wanted to speak with me after class. This was it! This was when I would make him like me and get him fired. I would have to be brave and strong. I knew deep down I could do this, and not run away.
After everyone left that day, I stood beside his desk. I was wearing a miniskirt and a belly top that showed my belly. It also showed my chest if you looked down. These were not my usual clothes because I felt half naked all day. Donovan stood up and closed the door and then sat down at his desk.
“You showed me your panties, and you had your hand up my shirt.” He started, “You must stop doing this as it is illegal for a teacher and a 10-year-old girl to do things like that. If you want me to like you, then do better with your studies. This will make me so happy”
I climbed on his lap and put my hands on his shoulders. Then I leaned forward and kissed his bottom lip. I was waiting for him to stay stop, but he did not. I moved back and took his hand and put it down to my panties. He did not pull his hand away but started feeling my panties. I was breathing hard. I knew it was gross, but my body was deceiving me. He put his hand in my panties and started feeling my pussy while he started kissing me at the same time. I was no longer in control. His hand was feeling my pussy while his tongue was exploring my mouth. I was having sensations I never had before. I was even disappointed when Donovan suddenly stopped saying that it was wrong.
At home, I was quiet that night. There was so much going on in my head. Mom asked me was I ok. I said I was fine; I just had a lot to think about. I let a teacher feel me. He molested me. But I lead him to do it. There was a lonely man behind his evil ways. He must be so lonely that he couldn’t control himself to touch me. I mean I was flat and my pussy was bald. I doubt he really wanted to molest me.
I was wrong, the day after; I was on my way home when he met me in the hallway and told me to follow him. We went into the janitor's room. Donovan told me that he thought a lot about me and wanted to show me something. He pulled down his trousers. I didn’t run. I stared at his dick. He told me to kneel down. His dick was now touching my lips. He slowly pushed it in and told me to start sucking. I did this. A part of me wanted to vomit, and I was very confused. He was calling me a cocksucker and a slut. I couldn’t comment on it, as I had his dick in my mouth. I do not know if I liked it. It didn’t taste of much but there was something exciting about it. That was until he spermed in my mouth. It was salty and tasted weird. Donovan told me not to tell anyone.
It was my attention to tell everyone that he molested me. So that night when mom asked why I was quiet, I started crying. I told her that Mr Donovan molested me. This made mom and dad go berserk. Dad wanted to beat him up and shoot him, but mom said we should punish him properly. She rang to the police.
Everything went so fast after this. A nice policewoman came and asked me to tell her everything. I told how he looked my panties, kissing on his desk and sucking him. I told her I was afraid when he touched me and the sperm I swallowed was gross. She wrote everything I said and told me how brave I was.
Then I had to go to the hospital where a lady doctor looked at me. I had to sit on a table and spread my legs so she could see my pussy. I tried my best not to moan as she looked and felt it. She asked me what Donovan did to my pussy, and I said that he just felt me. Some pictures were taken as evidence. I was beginning to think I did not think this though, as this was embarrassing, as who would see these pictures?
Then I went to the police station and I was in an interview room. They explained to me I would be on video that would be used in court if there was a court case. So once more, I had to tell the whole story. I didn’t tell that I seduced him. The policewoman did not ask, so I didn’t tell. This also meant when she asked if I was telling the truth and if I knew what the truth was, I could answer and know I was speaking the truth
Dad was still mad. A few days after I tried to sit on Dads lap. He pushed me off and said that I should stop trying to make men crazy. “You wear clothes that show too much skin, and you cling to people. If you act like a slut, you will be molested!” This, of course, made mom mad, as she said no father should speak to his daughter like. This made Dad apologise, but he would not give me a hug.
I wore lots of clothes at school to make sure my skin was covered. Donovan was still there and every time he came towards me, I would avoid him. I was a bit disappointed, as all the embarrassment I had at the hospital and at the police, nothing was done. I was afraid every time I saw him; I started to panic, thinking now he wanted me to have sex. Once, he tried to take my hand in the hallway, but I ran and ran.
I could not avoid him in the classroom. A few days after I spoke with the police, he told me in class that he wanted to see me after class. I was never so much afraid in all my life. It's not that I did not know what would happen, it was because I did not have to do it. I did not have to seduce him as I told the police! My head was in turmoil and I could not even think.
Just before the class bell rang, the headmistress knocked at the door and asked Donovan to come out. I looked and seen two policemen there. I could not hear what they were saying but could see Donovan put in handcuffs. I smiled because I was safe. The rest of the class was shocked and wondered what he had done.
At home, Dad criticised me a lot. He got very mad when I was wearing my nightdress and lying on the floor watching TV on my stomach. I was kicking my legs in the air and somehow he must have seen my panties. He asked why I was always flirting. Did I not learn any lessons from what Donovan did with me? I felt tears. Dad thought I was a slut!
At school, it was the same; people knew why Donovan was arrested and whom he molested. People would stare at me. Some thought “poor girl” and could sympathise with me, while others thought I was a slut. The common thought was that I was now like a used car. I was touched and done sexual things that no 10 years old should do. Not even my friends would speak with me.
I rushed home after school and cried on my bed. My sister came in and sat on my bed. She wiped the tears from my face when she said, “I will be honest with you Emily. I saw how your hands were up to his shirt. I saw how you looked at him. One day when I was passing your class, I saw you on his lap and you took his hand and put it down to your pussy. You may think you are the victim here, as some at school seen similar things, and you have a reputation in many eyes as a slut. Maybe you should ask yourself if it is true and is the real victim Mr Donovan. His life is now ruined!"
Surprisingly for our justice system, the trial came very quickly. I did not go to court but read about it in newspapers. The defence said that Donovan was a respected and strict teacher. I disliked him so much that I seduced him. Of course, they were telling the truth, but the jury and judge doubted a 10-year-old girl from a respected family even knew what the word seduce means. Thus, they thought I could not be so slutty and evil to plan all this. Donovan was found guilty and would spend many years in prison.
The prison was nearby, so it was like a ghost was haunting me. Dad was at the trial and it didn’t help him in the way he looked at me. The night Donovan was sentenced; he came in and lifted me to the basement. He did not say a word but told me to get naked. I was afraid and did as I was told. He then looked at me and pushed me on an old smelly mattress that was there. Before I knew it, he was also naked. I was on my back and he started kissing my pussy and then licking it. I was scared but my body deceived me because it also felt so nice. It was only my mind that was telling me that it was wrong. My eyes were closed and I did the best not to moan. I didn’t see him put lubricant on his dick, but I felt it going in my pussy! It was like a log and it hurt so much. I bit my lips to hold back the screams but could not stop the tears. He grunted that it would get better. I let out a painful moan wondering if it would be better for him, as I was being split into two. I managed not to cry and pretend it was some cute boy having sex with me and not my own dad. He collapsed on me when he was done.
Dad had sex with me a few times a week, and I had to give blowjobs every day. I think mom knew because she gave me looks that made me feel like a slut. It was not loved by dad and I. it was just pure sex, and I was just a toy he could play with.
I had enough. The teachers always told us to come to them if we were being molested. Our new teacher was called Mr Flannigan, so after school, I hung around and waited for the others to go. I heard some whisper slut. What did they know? Mr Flannigan asked what I wanted, and I told him I have a problem. He looked at me and asked what it was. I told him that I really needed help, as my dad was fucking me and I was afraid he only loved my body.
“I heard a lot about you,” Mr Flannigan said, “I could not believe that a 10-year-old would ever use her body to put a teacher in jail. Now I am tending to believe that they are telling the truth. It’s impossible to believe, that you are capable of destroying people’s lives! I am starting to think that Mr Donovan is innocent! You destroyed his life by saying he molested you, and now you are trying to get your own father in trouble! What did he do to you to deserve this? You are an evil and wicked and you should think of Mr Donovan in prison for something he never did!”
He told me to get out of sight, so I started walking home crying. I cheered up when I saw Mr Flannigan’s car stop. He told me to hop in. I sat in the car and whispered thank you. Maybe he did not hate me after all. He put his hand on my thigh and started feeling it while he slowly moves his hand to my panties. I automatically spread my legs without thinking and let him feel my pussy. This made him laugh as he said he would never think I was slutty enough to spread my legs. He pulled the car over and stopped by the side. I couldn’t think straight as he took out his dick and told me to suck it. While I was concentrating on his cock in my mouth, he moaned saying I was the best cocksucker he ever knew. I just continued sucking as his hand was feeling my pussy. I was a bit ashamed of myself. Not many 10-year-olds can say they sucked 3 men. At the end, he cummed in my mouth, and I slowly swallowed it. He told me I could tell the whole world I sucked him, but who would believe me? Then he told me to get out of the car.
It didn’t help when I came home. Dad was waiting for me; so once again, I was on my hands and knees while he was ploughing me with his cock. It didn’t hurt anymore. In fact, it sort of felt nice. This did not matter. While my body said it was nice, my mind was telling me it was gross. My mind was telling me I was too young to be a slut and it was gross having sex with my dad!
When I was full of his sperm, he just left me there! I knew for a fact that he no longer loved me as a daughter.
I cried myself to sleep. I also had a strange dream. I dreamt that I visited Donovan at the prison. I told him what I did was wrong. I would tell everyone the truth that I seduced him to get him fired. Donovan laughed at me and said, “I know what I did was wrong. I thought it was a special love between you and me. Now I know you planned it and I deserve to be here for being so stupid. I do not want you to tell the truth. I imagine lots of boys and men are trying to get into your panties now. The beauty is that you cannot get them in trouble, as who would believe you? I will smile at this punishment you will get and hope many men molest you!”
I woke up sweating. That dream seemed so real. Donovan was still mean, even in dreams. However, there is something he did not think about. He did not think that I still had a mom that loved me.
So I went out to mom that was sitting on the chair mending some clothes. She told me that Dad was at the pub. I then started crying and told her that not only was Dad molesting me, the new teacher was molesting me too!
“Enough is enough,” she said, “get this idea about being molested out of your head.”
Then she told me the story of cry wolf. It was about a shepherd-boy, who watched a flock of sheep near a village, brought out the villagers three or four times by crying out, "Wolf! Wolf!" and when his neighbours came to help him, laughed at them for their pains. The Wolf, however, did truly come at last. The story was similar to mine, as my mom said I cried wolf so many times, that it is hard to believe me.
She was right. The next day I put on clothes that made me look like a whore. If I was going to be molested by Mr Flannigan, I should look ready… because if he wanted me he would pay me in cash.
The same for Dad as well!
No longer would I be a freebie
Alexander Temple 2018
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