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Subject: {ASSM} Loving Teacher Part 2 (Fg Femdom ped tort sad)
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Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2004 11:10:02 -0500
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     Loving Teacher: Prologue part II by Backslash Oberon
(Fg Femdom ped tort sad)

     Samantha had spent the next week thinking about what she had done to 
her cuddly little cousin and had passed through first the guilt stage, then 
the angry at herself stage, and then slowly the realization that she had 
enjoyed it stage.  Just the thought of her little cousin writhing on her lap 
made  her all wet inside and the memory of squeals and bright pink flesh was 
almost enough to send her over the edge without even touching herself.

     She would lie in bed late at night and play with her tiny budding 
nipples as she rubbed her thighs together, thinking of Daisy and hoping for 
a chance to play with her cousin again.  She shivered to herself and moaned, 
biting her bottom lip as she came.

     She also began to think about the other girls she saw in school each 
day.  Her Best friend Lucy Danvers, her other best friend Carrie Connors, 
that cute little Chinese girl Chen, Alice the teacher's pet.  She would sit 
at her desk and make up stories in her mind about what she would do to each 
of them, and while she did it she would rub her hand against her skirt and 
panty covered crotch.  She did not realize that Ms. Sumner, her teacher, 
could see what she was doing, but even had she realized she might not have 
stopped.

     In her mind she would hold that Chen girl over her lap and hit her ass 
with her hair brush again and again, while Chen cryed out and begged her to 
stop.  She would make that no good Alice Redding's ass so red that she would 
not be able to sit down for a week, and she would do it in front of the 
class.  As for Lucy, Lucy Samantha wanted to kiss and lick all over, just 
the idea of touching Lucy's breasts, which, even not considering that she 
was only twelve, where quite big and made her uniform swell nicely.  Lucy 
was constantly being teased but Samantha always stood up for her.  Carrie 
was again different.  Samantha wanted to kiss Carrie, Carrie the tomboy, 
Carrie the smart, Carrie the strong, Carrie the Pretty.  Samantha wanted 
Carrie to do all the things to her that Samantha wanted to do to others.  
She shivered deep inside at the thought and soaked her panties as she came 
just as the bell rang.  She shivered as she stood up and moved to the door.

     "Miss Hargraves will you please stay after for a few moments please?"  
Rang out Ms. Sumner's voice.

     Samantha stopped and blinked, coming back down to herself as she shook 
her head. "Huh?"

     "Just for a few minutes, you can meet your friends outside."

     "Oh. Okay.  Go on I'll be right out."

     Ms. Sumner smiled down at the pretty twelve year old and licked her 
lips nervously.  She had never done anything like this, but the girl had 
been making her sooo horny, rubbing her slit at her all class.  She shivered 
softly "That was very naughty what you were doing back there."

     Samantha looked blank for a minute and then blushed "Wha? Oh! Umm 
well..... umm.. I had an itch and umm..."

     Ms Sumner laughed "I guess so. Come here"  She should not do this a 
part of her mind yelled at her, but the rest just snarled at her and grinned 
"Who is she going to tell?" She did not realize that she had muttered this 
out loud.

     "What Ms Sumner?"  Asked the sexy little thing.

     "Never Mind, just come here."

     Samantha came like a good girl and stood before the teacher's desk.

     Ms. Sumner reached down and grabbed the twelve year old right between 
the legs and gripped tightly, feeling the cotton of the skirt quickly dampen 
from the wetness of the young woman's crotch.  "You were very, very Naughty 
back there weren't you?"

     Gasping, Sam squirmed against the grip, whimpering ever so slightly. 
"Wh what? L l leggo!" She grabbed at Ms. Sumner's hand, tugging at it 
without much success. Her slit throbbed in pain and a little pleasure where 
the teacher's fingers dug into the tender flesh.

     Rachael Sumner laughed and pulled the girl close to her. "You were 
naughty and I'm going to punish you." She squeezed down hard, making the 
little girl squirm and cry out in pain.

     "Owwwww Leggo that hurts!" Sam gasped, trembling all over.

     Without another word, Ms. Sumner hoisted her student up onto her desk 
by the crotch, headless of the cry of pain from the little hussy.  She was 
going to enjoy this so very much. As the girl begged and squirmed, Rachel 
Sumner ran through the littany of wonderous ideas flooding her overheated 
mind. Well, nothing beats the classics, she thought and, dropping into her 
chair, pulled the girl down across her lap.

     In a mocking tone she asked the child, "for being such a dirty, filthy 
slut right here in school, I think you ought to be spanked, what do you 
think?"  The girl shook her head rapidly, but Rachel just laughed and yanked 
up the plaid wool skirt... she was beginning to see why men thought school 
uniforms were so fucking wonderful.  Underneath the skirt Sam's panties were 
soaked.  Unable to help herself, Rachel Sumner leaned in and sniffed them... 
mmmmarvelous.

     Ripping them in the progress, she ripped them off and took a deeper 
drag. God the little cunt smelled fresh and tempting.  Chuckling, she shoved 
the panties under the girl's noise, rubbing the wetness into the child's 
face. "See how naughty you were!  You desire at least a hundred spanks, 
don't you agree?"

     "Nooooo" sobbed Sam, wishing she was anywhere else and horribly 
embarassed by having to sniff her own panties and at the strange tremble she 
felt in the pit of her tummy.

     "Shhhhh, you little tramp, you'll bring the janitor or another teacher 
if you don't shut up..." then an idea occurred to the teacher and she forced 
the panties into the girl's mouth and used the lanyard she kept her locker 
key on to sinch it into place.

     MMMM! Groaned the child, struggling even more, clearly terrified at 
being gagged.  Time to get started Rachel thought.  She carressed the girl's 
firm rear with one hand and then snapped her hand up and back down.  The 
report filled the small classroom  and the teacher's belly with a pleasant 
little tremble.  Again she caressed and again she snapped her hand up and 
down. God that felt good.  Caress, up, down, shiver, ah... each time the 
vibrations carried through the child and into her very sex.  But she needed 
more.

     Pausing after at least three dozen blows to the child's unprotected 
rear, Ms Sumner unfastened little samantha's skirt and let it fall to the 
floor.  The child's squirming trippled at that as she clutched at her fallen 
clothing.  With a tud the child slipped from her grip and fell to the floor. 
Freed of the teacher's restraining grasp on both wrists, the girl's hands 
flew to the gag but Ms Sumner was faster and grabbed the girls hands again, 
this time in front of her. Smiling cruelly into that tearstreaked and 
frightened face, Rachel Sumner pulled the girl's shirt up and over, 
stripping the child and effectively binding the girl's wrists at the same 
time.

     As Sam kicked at her she lifted her back into her lap and resumed 
spanking, marveling at how smooth and perfect the expanse of skin before her 
was.  After another two dozen blows, her hand was aching though.  AS she 
rested it, caressing the throbbing pulsing reddened flesh of the girl's rear 
her eyes fell on the wooden ruler in the cup on her desk.  She didn't know 
why it was there, Rachel Sumner taught History, but it had sat in the little 
cup with her pencils since she'd starting teaching here, seven years ago, 
untouched except when she'd needed a pencil or refilled the cup.  Now, at 
long last, the trusty ruler would see action, although not the action for 
which it had been intended, but certainly one for which it was ideally 
suited.

     Ms Sumner streached out and snagged the ruler, feeling the hardness of 
the angular wood dig into her palm, the somewhat sharp edge of the metal 
leadguard digging into the back of her fingers.  She gripped it hard and 
lifted it up, higher than she'd lifted her hand for any blow so far.

     For a long, long moment she held it their like Jove with one of his 
fabled lightning bolts, savering the moment and then (with a cry of primal 
lust) she brought the wood down hard.  There was a crack almost as 
satisfying as thunder and the girl bucked, screaming into her panties.

     The teacher shivered all over, feeling the shocks so much better now.  
Without pausing to reflect, she raised her lightning rod again and struck 
once more.  Again and again she lashed out, eyes fixed on the red welts 
rising up from the pink flesh of Samantha's poor abused rear.

     As the pleasure built in her loins, Rachel Sumner's aim became 
increasingly erratic and blows began raining down on the child's bare back 
and thighs.  Soon enough there was blood running from half a dozen welts and 
still the blows came.  Time lost all meaning to the lust crazed teacher and 
her tortured student.  The blows faded together into a steady drumming of 
pain and pleasure, but not for both.

     She was so close, so close, just a few more blows, just a few more. And 
with an almighty crack the ruler snapped in half, its jagged edge digging 
deep into the child's bruised and bleeding rump.  Samantha went crazy, 
thrashing wildly, her energy restored by the feel of long wooden splinters 
stabbing deep into her flesh. She rose up, forcing the wood deeper but she 
was beyond caring. Her knee slipped between her teacher's thighs and rammed 
hard against the woman's crotch.

     Ms Sumner bucked, releasing the child and the ruler, releasing the last 
of her sanity as her mind was swept away in a torent of pleasure fulled by a 
sharp spike of pain.  For minutes she simply sat in her chair, legs 
spasming, arms twitching, occasionally kicking the stunned child on the 
floor in front of her as she mindlessly orgasmed again and again.  Finally 
she sagged in her chair, eyes glazed and unseeing.

     An hour passed with only the sound of breathing and sniffed stifled 
sobbing to fill the darkening room.  Slowly the teacher roused herself and 
looked around, confused.  "Why am I still at school?" she asked herself.  
Then memory returned to her and she looked down at the child who had cried 
herself to sleep.

     Samantha's lower back, rear, and upper thighs were black with bruises 
and red with blood, the snapped ruler still embedded.  Ms Sumner bent down 
and lifted the girl up, setting her down on the big teacher's desk.  With a 
quick yank she pulled the ruler free and rolled the girl onto her back.

     Samantha's eyes flew open as her weight came to rest on her abused 
flesh and she struggled for a moment to roll over but her strength faded 
quickly and she was barely able to breath through her gag and her snotfilled 
nose.

     Gently her teacher wiped the tears from Sam's face with some tissues 
and then allowed Sam to blow her nose.  When that was done she used a big 
pair of metal siscors to cut the girl's purpling hands free of the shirt.  
 From the way Sam's left wrist moved, it was clearly broken, but that did not 
intrest Ms Sumner so she just let them both hang over the edge of the desk.  
She took a step back and looked at the child... how Christ-like she looked.  
She moved the girl's legs and arms until the picture was perfect, except for 
the stigmata and crown of thorns of course.  That was easy enough to fix and 
after a little rumaging in her desk she found a box of pushpins and she 
already had her scissors.  Carefully she pushed a line of thumbtacks into 
the girl's scalp, just far enough to hit bone to make sure they stayed in 
and then, using the sharp edge of the scissors she made cuts on the palms of 
both hands and the tops of both ankles.  Perfect.

     Now for the spear wound.  She giggled.  But it should be a special 
spear.  She looked back through her desk until she found a can of silly 
string that she'd confiscated earlier in the year and grinned.  That would 
do fine.

     She bent down and sniffed the girl's cunny, wondering how it would 
taste, but the acrid smell of blood and urine turned her stomach and she 
recoiled.  Figuring that the girl was clearly wet enough, she spread the 
child's thighs and rubbed the plastic top of the can against those tight 
virginal (for now at least) lips, slowly working the two inch wide can into 
the folds.  The sight was delicious and it thrilled her deeply.  Finally the 
entire width of the cap was just inside.

     Rachel held her breath and watched the poor girl's face as she wiggled 
the can back and forth. Slowly the pleasure was working its magic on the 
child and she was noticably relaxing, letting the nice feelings override the 
bad ones.  When the teacher judge the girl was as relaxed as possible, she 
slammed the heel of her palm against the base of the can, ramming it five 
inches deep into the girl all at once, shreading her innocent hymen and 
jamming up against the child's cervix.  The child went wild and Rachel 
laughed and laughed. It was so sexy and funny.

     Watching avidly, she sat back down and, pulling her own panties aside, 
began to masterbate.  Every so often she would reach out and jam the can a 
little deeper until finally it was swallowed up by twelve year old cunny.

     Sam could not believe the pain and screamed and screamed and screamed. 
Her cunny felt like it was on fire and Ms Sumner was playing with herself as 
she tortured her.  Samantha desperately wished this was a dream a horribly 
nightmare, one she could soon escape. But no escape came

     At long last, Rachel sumner brought herself off to another wonderful 
release, less intense but easier to enjoy this time.

     Feeling sated, she looked around and sighed, best clean up the mess.  
She'd been raised to put her toys away when done playing with them and to 
clean up her mess when she made it.  Lifting the girl up, she carried her 
out into the hall, up to the roof and over to the edge.  Looking down she 
walked along the edge until she was standing right over the garbage bins and 
lowered her charge until the girl was hanging headfirst over the edge.

     She took a few steps back, gaged the distance carefully and ran 
forward, kicking right at Samantha's swollen cunt.  The can jerked forward, 
bursting into the child's womb, the cap cracking and jamming down against 
the pressure head. As the girl's belly began to swell with silly string 
pregnancy, she tumbled off the rooftop and down three stories to the waiting 
dumpsters, flipping over as she went.  Rachel Sumner did not look down as, 
with a crash, Samantha landed on her back amid the leavings of a thousand 
middle school lunches and cardboard boxes.

     Instead she went down to her classroom, cleaned up the mess, gathered 
her things and went home.  Once there burned the girl's clothing and 
everything she'd worn that day.  She made a note to herself to buy a new 
wooden ruler on the way to work the next morning and went to bed.

     Slowly dawn came and with it students and facilty.  It wasn't until 
midmorning, when the janitor was dumping the kitchen trash, that Samantha 
was discovered.  Rushed to the hospital she was found to have numerous 
broken bones, welts, lacerations, and a can of silly string in her womb.  
The doctors operated, cleaned her up, and cleaned her out, the police looked 
for clues, and the schoolboard called Samantha's mother and father.

     There were no leads and nothing her parents could do but wait as for 
the next month, Samantha languished in a coma, trapped inside a hell of 
terrible dreams.  One day she woke up, bright and cheerful, if stiff and 
sore and asked why she was in a hospital.  After her parents and the staff 
shrink asked her what she remembered, it became clear that she'd either 
repressed the event or lost those memories permanently from the head 
injuries.  So it was that, after a few weeks at home and some careful talks 
with the schoolboard, Samantha returned to school, although she road in a 
motorized wheelchair she'd need until the casts on her leg and arm could be 
removed.

     Of all her teachers and friends, Ms Sumner was the one most happy to 
see Samantha, and although she wasn't exactly sure why, that thought didn't 
exactly make Samantha all that happy.


To Be continued...

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