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YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to read
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First Year Teacher
-- note to readers: This is the first installment setting the stage for a
longer story. Also, this is rather a literate approach to erotica. If you
are looking for a quick plunge into the sex or a slam-bam approach, you
won't find it here. On the other hand, there will be vivid descriptions
coming soon. --
After Karina's successful start working with non-profit organizations near
her university, she had accepted a job as a teacher in a local high school.
She and her husband had been together 7 years, married for about 8 months,
and she felt deliriously happy. She was exactly where she wanted to be:
married, gaining wealth, and teaching bright young students English.
The year had been going well. She was a little shy, so getting up in front
of the class every day had been nerve wracking at first, but now she felt
enough in step to feel truly comfortable. Each morning, she dressed
carefully and conservatively as was her fashion, no makeup, nylons or
tights, and, whenever she could get away with it, pants to cover up her
legs. She was modest and reserved, the way she always thought teachers
should be -- especially young ones, to command the respect of her students.
Lately she had been getting a little worried about one of the most
intelligent students in the class, Bobby. She noticed him sitting in the
back with his sketch pad, dark, toussled hair hanging in his eyes. On this
day, she asked him to stay after class.
"Bobby, could you wait a moment?"
Bobby glanced at a friend, and then nodded at her, lounging back in his
seat. As the classroom cleared, he looked over at her as she closed the door
to speak with him privately. Ms. Chang was a dainty Asian woman, but not so
thin that she appeared anorexic. Over the months he had sketched her from
the back of the classroom many times, and had observed the flow of her suits
over her soft curves. She projected an aura of innocence, but that just made
him more curious about what was under the folds of cloth that she wore.
"Bobby," she said softly, "I'm concerned about your grades. You've been
doing well all semester, but suddenly you seem to not be taking an interest
in your work. Is there something wrong, something I can help with?"
Bobby smiled, and opened his mouth to make the move he had been plotting. He
had seen the way to get exactly what he wanted. "Ms. Chang, I think we have
a difference of opinion here. I think I've been doing the same quality work
all along, and you've just been giving me bad grades."
"Oh, no, Bobby," Katrina protested. "I'm sorry, but I know I've given you
honest, straightforward grades, and your work has definitely not been the
same."
Bobby shook his head. "Actually, the truth is I handed in good work, and you
graded those papers that didn't belong to me and labeled them as mine. This
stack," he said, patting some papers on his desk, "are my real papers. You
gave me bad grades on those papers, and then asked me to stay to talk to you
now so that you could demand that I have sex with you in exchange for giving
me good grades."
Katrina's jaw hung open in disbelief. "No! I graded the papers you gave me!
How could you say such a thing?"
"Oh, I know it's not the case, Ms. Chang, but the administration and the
parents certainly won't. Especially when they see my electronic originals of
these files and tell them you destroyed the paper copies i gave you."
The teacher shook her head violently. "Noone, noone will believe you.
Everyone knows that I am sweet and disgusted by the idea of such behaviour
-- everyone will know that you are lying!"
Bobby laughed. "Actually, I thought of that already. It works in my favor
actually. I just have to tell them that when you tried to convince me to
have sex with you, you said that you have carefully cultivated your innocent
front so that noone would believe me, a student accusing a teacher. Not
everyone has to believe me you know -- only a seed of doubt has to be
planted. Once the accusations are out, you know as well as I do that true or
not your career will be over before it's even begun."
Karina swallowed hard, knowing it was true. "What do you want?" she asked,
hoping it was simply that she would grade the new papers and write him a
good recommendation for college.
Her student stood, a tall boy of seventeen towering over her. "Take off your
clothes," he said.
"What?"
"You heard me, take off your clothes."
She calculated quickly and then decided that she didn't have a choice. One
whiff of his accusation would end her ambitions in the district, and mostly
likely everywhere else. "If I do it, what guarantees you won't sell me out
anyways?"
"As long as I get what I want, you are in no danger of me spilling
anything," Bobby told her.
Karina pulled off her suit jacket, and then unbuttoned her white blouse and
slipped her skirt and nylons off. She stood before him in her bra and
panties -- both of the full coverage variety, but matching. They were
designed to conceal and support as much as possible, and they had to go.
"Ms. Chang, when I asked you to take off your clothes, I meant all your
clothes. Now take off your bra and panties and bring them over to me." When
he had her underwear in his hand, he studied her carefully. She was about 27
years old, and ripe. Her breasts were a large b-cup and her hips were full.
In the chill of the classroom, her nipples hardened and he could feel his
cock swell in his pants. "Turn around," he ordered, and he saw that her ass
was soft and supple. What a pity to cover such a body in so many layers, he
thought to himself.
"The first step will be easy, Ms. Chang. You will wear no underwear at all.
Every day you will have no bra and no panties on at the school, except when
you have your period. Then you may wear panties, but still no bra. I will
check every day to make sure that you don't have any underwear on, and if
you do, you will have to answer to me. Do you understand?"
Karina was only beginning to understand what was happening to her. She was
cold, and she was embarressed and scared. When she looked at Bobby, she saw
a smoldering, sensual look in his eyes that she had never seen before. And a
lump in his pants she tried not to look at. She nodded. "I understand." She
was trying to cover her nakedness with her hands, but the blush was visible
throughout her body.
He would start slowly, Bobby told himself. "All right, get dressed. I'll
keep these since you won't be needing them," he said to her, pocketing her
bra and panties.
Karina hastily gathered her clothes together, buttoning her blouse and
pulling on her skirt. "Oh, no nylons either, and no suit jackets," he told
her.
"But my nipples are visible!" she told him.
"Ahh, but that's the idea, my dear Ms. Chang. What about this -- today, to
give you a chance to get used to the idea, you can keep the jacket on, but
unbuttoned. From tomorrow onwards, no more jackets."
She could feel the silk of her blouse rubbing against her nipples. It
tickled, keeping them hard and aroused, and making it difficult to foget
that she didn't have a bra on.
Bobby walked up to her and reached up her skirt. Karina flinched. "Don't
touch me," she snapped hastily, stepping backwards."
"Oh, no, Ms. Chang. How else am I supposed to make sure you're not wearing
underwear each day? You can expect me to make this check multiple times
every day, so be sure you don't try and cheat!"
He walked to the door and turned the handle. "I'm glad we had this talk.
Thanks for your concern about my grades. I can't wait for class tomorrow,"
he told her, and walked out.
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