NO TALKING IN CLASS!
Author: Closet Fetishist

Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart hs
 

"Oh my god, you are so gonna die when you hear who
Patricia is taking to the Prom!"

"Oh you have to tell me!"

"Ok, but you are gonna so die!"

"Just tell me!"

"George Cooper!"

"Get out!"

"No, it's true!"

I could not take this girly conversation anymore! We
were all supposed to be sitting in class taking notes
but these girls had been talking about their 'hot'
dates for Prom instead. I was fed up with their
constant chatting and giggling back and forth and just
had to do something.

"SHUT UP!" I screamed. I immediately realized my
mistake but it was too late. The whole class looked at
me. Ms. Gransforth also turned and looked upon me.
Shit, shit, shit I thought to myself. I turned my eyes
away from hers, which looked at me coldly. "Cal, I
want to see you after school."

"But, Ms. Gransforth..."

"No back talking! My room. After school."

"Yes, Ms. Gransforth."
I could not believe I had gotten in trouble for these
stupid girls talking. It was so unfair! I decided it
best to discuss it after school, instead of in class.
The pair giggled at me quite a few times and my name
came up often, usually followed by the word 'Stupid'
or 'Idiot.' I could not have been madder than I was
that day.

I returned after school to Ms. Gransford's room. I
hoped I would find other students their but the room
was completely empty, with the exception of Ms.
Gransforth. She watched me as I walked in the room. I
went to the desk and sat down she said nothing; she
continually stared at me, smirking slyly. I felt
chills run down my back. Why wasn't she saying
anything, and what's more, why was she smiling like
that? Awful thoughts ran threw my mind as I tried to
note the room's exits so I could leave in a hurry if
things got weird. I looked at her out of the corner of
my eye. She was still sitting their, staring and
smiling. I felt totally relived when she finally talked.

"Well Cal, do you know why you are here?"

"Yes ma'am. I talked when I should not have but ma'am
so did the girls behind me."

She smiled, "I don't care what they did Cal. I care
what you did and I caught you talking."

"True ma'am."

"Good, we have broken that barrier. Now comes the
punishment. Come here, Cal." I walked over to Ms.
Gransforth, who was sitting in a chair at her desk,
and stood at her side. 

"On your knees." The order came so calmly and
naturally, as if there was nothing strange about it.

I looked at her, "Excuse me, ma'am?"

"On your knees, Cal. You need to be punished." I
obeyed. She stared down at me for a few moments,
laughing to herself. Ms. Gransforth then, quickly, got
out of the chair and proceeded to place her tight
panted ass over my face. I became horrified, what the
hell was she doing, I thought to myself.

"That's perfect, Cal. Just stay right there. If you
please me, I may let you go sooner on good behavior."
What the hell was this, I thought again. Why would
anyone do this? Oh well, it could be worse I guess.
She could have given me detention
or...PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT! My thoughts were
interrupted and they ran crazy for a while trying to
think what had just happened. I was still not clear
when I was caught aghast by a horrid smell. I finally
realized it as I struggled for breath. Ms. Gransforth
had just farted on my face! I was having a lot of
trouble breathing under this retched smell; even
breathing through my mouth could not ease the
suffering. I raised my hands to try to push her off
but I didn't have the strength. I heard Ms. Gransforth
giggle to herself, seemly quite please with herself.
She farted again, PBBBBBT! The air under her ass was
so very rank; I could not possibly stay conscious for
this. I tried to push her off again but instead she
raised herself up, allowing me to breathe again. I
coughed and gagged repeatedly. "How was that Cal?" she
replied, innocently. I stared at her with watery eyes,
I was tearing up. I didn't know if it was from the
wretched smell or the whole situation but I continued
to stare at her, fear in my expression apparent. "That
good huh? Well prepare yourself, cause I got plenty
more."

"No please," I pleaded with her. "Please, I have
learned my lesson; I will never say a word in class
again. Please...please...just let me go."

"You're just saying that so you don't have to sniff
my wonderful farts anymore."

"No, no. It's not that. I'd love to stay but..." Shit,
I thought to myself that was probably the worst thing
I could say...and it was.

"Then stay. Besides, it's not like you have a choice
anyways. You have to be punished."

"But like this? All I did was scream in class. I mean
compared with other things it seems like a minor
offense."

"Oh, you are not being punished because you were
talking...," she replied, smiling.

"What?"

"Of course not. You are here because you are a man
who was talking." I stared at her, blankly. "Ya,
that's right. I heard those girls talking the whole
time."

"BUT...but there is nothing I can do about being a man."

"Nope, but I can do something about you."

"No please," I pleaded again. She didn't listen. She
came towards me. I got up to run but she grabbed me
but the shirt and pushed me to the floor. I kick her
but it did nothing to free me, she still had a tight
grip on me. She grabbed me back up and pulled some
handcuffs out of her desk. She cuffed my hands
together and my legs as well. She pushed me back on
the floor. I watched, or stared rather, as she bent
over to remove her pants. Ms. Gransforth then
proceeded to place her underweared ass on my face
again. She, almost immediately, shifted her weight and
farted, BBBBBBBBBBBBT! The smell was awful and my
mouth could not take any of the blast, it was tightly
sealed by the weight of Ms. Gransforth. I was forced
to take in the awful smells of her ass. I struggled to
get free but it was not possible. My head forced
itself to the side. I was so relieved to get fresh air
again but this made Ms. Gransforth became extremely
angry. She leaned forward, removing her ass from my
face, and grabbed my head by the hair and pushed and
held it into her ass. I remained pressed there, in
quite a bit of pain from the hair grabbing, for a few
moments. Until...PBBBBBBBBFTTT! "Heh, ha," she laughed
seductively. "Learn this slave! The only way you are
getting out of here alive is to smell all my gas." She
released my head, roughly, and went to the desk to get
something. I wanted to escape but I was too weak and
too busy coughing and choking for breath. She quickly
returned with a piece of duct tape which she placed
over my mouth. She again lowered her ass over my face.
I was soon hit with a large barrage of farts, PFFFFFT!
PBBBBBBBBFFT! BPPPPPTT! The smell was so over powering
that I was sure to be out in an instant if I did not
get some fresh air but I did not dare try to tilt my
head again. Ms. Gransforth farted again, PBBBBTT! I
struggled for breath till finally Ms. Gransforth
raised herself from my face and allowed me to breathe
again. "You know Cal, you seem to enjoy this quite a
bit. Let me take you to a friend of mine." Noooooooo,
I tried to scream out but it did not come out, only
mumbles. "Alright, let's go." Ms. Gransforth reached
into her purse and pulled out a slightly larger than
normal size dog collar and leash. I fought her while
she put it on my neck but without hands it was
worthless. I stared at her with angry eyes as she
picked up the leash and dragged me to my feet and out
of her room.

I was so humiliated to be paraded around the campus
as Ms. Gransforth held my leash like I was a common
dog. Luckily, it was after school and no students
remained on campus. Teachers also were usually gone
after a half and hour or so but it didn't matter, I
was still extremely embarrassed to see myself in this
position. On the way she pulled my leash tightly, and
painfully, and set me on knees so she could fart a few
more blasts in my face. I was choking all the way down
to the building we were going to. Ms. Gransforth
dragged me through the door ahead of her and I saw a
teacher sitting there, at her computer. She turned to
look at us and her eyes went wide to see me in
my...uh..."gear."

"Have you brought me a gift, Denise?" the woman asked.

"In a sense, yes," replied Ms. Gransforth.

"Splendid. But I am not feeling gassy at the moment.
Let's take him to my house and we will 'work' on him
there. I was just getting ready to leave anyways."

"Great, let's go."

"Lemme grab my purse and we'll be off." So the two
ladies and I went to Mary's car. On the way, I
listened to them talk�that is to say, between the pain
of being harshly pulled. I promised myself that I
would never pull on my dogs leash ever again.

"So Mary, where is Carol? She would probably like to
get in on this."

"Oh, she didn't tell you? She went to The Island to
torture some guy she met in college."

"That bitch! She was supposed to call and take me
along too."

"Ha ha. Oh you men haters you."

"Don't you hate men?"

"No, I just like to torture them."

"Ahh�but what about that one guy...Jare...." Mary cut
her off short.

"Let's not speak of that in public," Mary said,
gesturing to me.
	
"Ok." We finally arrived at the car. I was hurled in
the back seat of the sedan and then Ms. Gransforth
went around the other side of the car and sat on my
face...again. Mary laughed, "Well at least I don't have
to worry about the smell of farts sinking into the
upholstery." They both laughed their heads off. The
car ride was hell. Ms. Gransforth farted on my
relentlessly the whole way. To my luck, I passed out
from the lack of oxygen.
	
I woke up, lying on a soft carpet of sorts. I was
still totally bound and gagged. Ms. Gransforth towered
over me. She smiled and picked me up. I was dragged
over to the kitchen. Mary, I noticed, was setting food
on the table but I did not notice what. "Mmmm...smells
delicious," Ms Gransforth said.

"Thanks, it's my 'special' recipe."

"Excellent! But do you have a chair I can use for
this fellow...I am already pretty gassy."

"But of course! A good mistress is always prepared."
They laughed. I watched in horror as Mary pulled out a
chair with a rather large hole in the bottom. I was
not out of my shocked stupor as I was placed on my
knees and pushed into the hole of this chair. The pain
was awful, and escape was impossible because my
mobility was extremely limited. I, once again, had to
endure the horror of Ms. Gransford's ass in my face.
She wasted no time, farting almost immediately after
sitting down. PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT! The smell was horrid
but I could do nothing but sniff it all. I was on the
verge of passing out when Ms. Gransforth finally got
up, most likely to get more food. The fresh air was
like heaven, something forbidden and long since
forgotten. The joy was over when Ms. Gransford's ass
was back in my face. This pattern continued for hours
until I finally passed out. I had a feeling that what
was to come was going to be the worst hell anyone
could ever experience. 

I woke up in a haze and it was almost totally dark. I
could not figure out where I was. The room appeared
very dark and I was laying on something�kinda
comfortable. For a while I thought I may be in my
room, having woken up from a horrid nightmare but I
soon noticed my hands and legs were still bound.
Suddenly the lights flickered on and I saw two latex
clad figures approach. The women laughed and slowly I
watched as the unknown ass descended nearer and nearer
to my face. It was Mary. I watched in horror as this
ass came closer and closer. I feared Mary because she
was the unknown to me. Who knew how bad her gas would
be. There had been rumors around school about her
killing a student of hers but nothing was ever proven
factual. I began to fear the rumors were true as I
caught scent of the pungent ass. The smell was not
bearable and soon PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT! A loud fart
escaped Mary. The smell was awful. I struggled to get
free but I had no chance and no choice but to smell
this horrible odor. My eyes began to tear. Another
fart, PBBBBBBBBBBTTT! "Ahhhh! That feels so good,"
Mary said. "How do you like it Cal?" Moaning was the
only response I could give and I did�loudly. "That
good huh? Well here have some more." I screamed out
for mercy but I only got PFFFFFFTTTT! BPPPPPPTT!
PPPPPPPBBBBT! in return. I heard the two laugh
hysterically. I decided right then and there that I
would not get out of this alive. I swore that these
two would surely kill me in their sadistic way and
that would be that. The oxygen ran low under Mary's
ass and my breathing became labored as I continued to
take in all the noxious smells. Finally, when I was on
the verge of unconsciousness, she stood and walked
away. I should have felt relieved but I didn't for I
knew what would come next�Ms. Gransforth.

Before I could get an adequate amount of breath Ms.
Gransforth was already on my face. I had dealt with
Ms. Gransford's ass all day but somehow there was no
getting used to it. The smell was already very rank
but I wasn't going anywhere. After a short while,
BBBRRRRPPPRTTT! The fart ran across my face and soon
the smell hit and I was forced to sniff all of this
horrid odor.  Under the tape I began to gag but it did
not ease anything. A few seconds later, PFFFTTT!
Another fart. "Oh, Cal I really feel sorry for you.
That was a nasty one," Ms. Gransforth said,
sarcastically. That is not to say that the fart was
not nasty...oh on the contrary, I was just pretty sure
she didn't feel sorry for me. A few more farts came at
me. I struggled for consciousness just as Ms.
Gransforth got up for the waiting Mary. This pattern
continued all night and neither one of them slept or
took a break from their 'game.' I suffered thought it
all until finally it was morning. The pair stuffed me
in Mary's car again but I was held in the center area
of the front seat. Mary and Ms. Gransforth both lifted
their asses a touch and farted near my face. The smell
in the car was so awful that even the girls were
coughing a bit. We arrived at school and they threw me
out of the car after removing all my bindings. I was a
bit woozy from the odor but I eventually got to my
first class. People all day stared at me oddly and
held their noses near me. I never got to shower or
anything so I must have smelt pretty damn bad. I mean
having two women fart on you relentlessly can't leave
you smelling good. I eventually got to Ms. Gransford's
class. I could not look at her at all even though she
tried many times to get my attention but she never
called on me. She always smiled and laughed to herself
when she looked at me. The class that seemed to last
hours finally ended but Ms. Gransforth called me to
her desk.

"So Cal, are you going to make that same mistake ever
again?"

"No ma'am."

"Good." I turned to walk away but I ran into the two
talking girls upon leaving. They grabbed me and pushed
me onto my knees. Ms. Gransforth did not speak, she
got up and placed her ass on my face and farted.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT! She then took the place of one of
the girls and she placed her ass on my face and did
the same. PBBBBBBBBBBBTTT! The other girl did the
same. PSSBBBBTT! They all laughed hysterically. I knew
this would not end well. They formed a circle around
my head. I looked in fear at each ass. Nothing would
save me now�.nothing. They all farted nearly
simultaneously and after a few seconds with the horrid
air I could not help but fall unconscious. The girls
left laughing and so did Ms. Gransforth.
    

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