THE PRICE OF AN A
Author: Closet Fetishist
Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart hs
David had always been a good kid. He got good grades,
was college bound, and in general he had his head on
straight, as opposed to most of his fellow classmates.
He was a nerd of the school, if you will. He had no
friends but that never bothered him because he found
them to be a distraction to schoolwork and his fun.
Well, it was on this day that his world, as he knew
it, came crashing down and where our story begins.
"I hope you had a nice weekend class, let's begin
today by passing forward your essays," Ms. Johnson
said. David had completed his essay days ago,
practically just after it was assigned and he was
confident it would be another A paper. Contrary to
popular belief, David did not go home and do school
work all the time. He did what was assigned and then
spent his time doing whatever, video games, computer
stuff, and things like that. True, that still was
nerdy but he was no in love with school as many had
thought. David went home that night feeling extremely
good about his essay and treated himself to some Halo
2 time.
Two days had passed and on Wednesday the teacher
handed back all the essays that is to say all but
David's.
"Uh...Ms. Johnson? I didn't get my essay back."
"I know David; could you please see me after the
period?" The class let out a group "Ooooooo."
"They probably wanna award him the 'Brain of the
Year' award," said some punk kid in the back of the
room. The class laughed. David sunk down in his chair,
a little embarrassed.
Class ended and everyone rushed out of the room, like
normal. David slowly approached the teacher's desk,
still having no idea what this whole thing was about
but he was pretty sure it was something good. This was
me they were talking about after all, David thought to
himself.
"Don't worry about your next class, David, I'll write
you a pass but we need to talk." David looked up at
his teacher and for once he had noticed how 'hot' she
was. 'Hot' was not a term he would use but it held
precedence here. Ms. Johnson continued.
"David, you have always been a good student which is
why I was so surprised by this essay you turned in.
It's absolute garbage."
"What!?" He almost screamed out.
"Your essay is bad, to say the least. It seems rushed
and you seem to have missed basic assignment
understanding."
"But how could that..."
"I'm not sure. Did you understand the assignment?"
"I thought so."
"Hm...well I'll give you two options to make up this
credit." David knew Ms. Johnson would not leave him
with an F, he knew she would help him make up the
credit. He felt relived.
"Let me ask you, do you really want to learn
something and fix what is wrong with this essay or do
you just wanna make up the credit, and please be
perfectly honest?"
"Well, ya, I'd much rather just make up the credit."
"Alright. Meet me here about a half an hour after
school ends and we will work it all out." David nodded
happily and walked out. Ms. Johnson watched him leave
and began laughing silently to herself.
At 3:30 p.m., David opened the door of Ms. Johnson's
room and noticed no one was there. He walked in and
noticed the door close behind him, even though he had
not. He looked back to see Ms. Johnson standing there
behind the door in a black latex jump suit. She bolted
the door and walked over to me.
"What the hell is going on?!"
"Now, now. You dare talk to your teacher that way,
and after all I am doing for you for this essay?"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Johnson."
"It's alright, David. So you're here to make up that
essay credit right?"
"Ya." David continued to stare at her and her crazy
outfit but it did make her look really hot.
"Well, when I get done with you, you are gonna wish
you redid that essay."
"Uh..."
"Please, lay on your back on my desk."
"Uh..."
"What!? Did I stutter? Do it, now!" David complied,
reluctantly. He felt a chill run down his spine as he
laid there and he became horrified as the teacher
approached the desk. He watched as she got on the desk
and placed her perfect ass near his face. She unzipped
the suit at the ass and continued to lower herself
down. Closer and closer it came until it rested on his
face. He was in pain under the heavy ass and the back
of his head pressed hard against the hard surface of
the desk. The smell was unimaginable and he soon began
to gag and choke a bit under it. She hit him on the
thigh and he calmed his breathing.
"Ahhhh! Oh ya, David. Right there, that is perfect."
He continued to lie there, humiliated that this woman
was sitting on his face. He thought that he had
experienced the worst of it until,
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT!
"Ahhhh! Smell all of that one, Davy." David struggled
for freedom, kicking and thrashing about, but he could
not remove himself from under his teacher's ass. He
was forced to smell the awful smell of her fart. David
finally relaxed realizing there was no hope of
freedom, unless Ms. Johnson gave it.
"That's right. Calm down. It will be over before you
know it. That was probably worth a C, but I know you
want an A." David moaned, loudly.
"Oh, I know, I know," Ms. Johnson said, very
motherly. David began coughing, violently but she
would not budge from her position. She began running
her hands through his hair gently but David didn't
care, he just wanted out from under his teacher. She
leaned to the side to allow him to breathe some
fresher air. He gulped at the air and breathed heavily
and deeply as if it would be his last and in many ways
he believed it would be. Ms. Johnson regained her
comfortable position on David's face and farted again,
almost immediately. PBBBBBBBTTTTT!
"Oh, that was a good one!" David struggled as he was
forced to breathe in the horrid gases and Ms. Johnson
loved every minute of it. She has always loved having
a helpless teen under her ass and forcing him to smell
her stinky farts. It gave her pleasure, pleasure that
heightened with her victim's pain. She raised herself
off his face and allowed him to breathe again. David
breathed heavily again, sucking up every bit of fresh
air he could. Ms. Johnson watched him and noticed
this. A sly smile came to her face as she slowly
lowered herself back down. David expected her to fart,
so he had planned to hold his breath but Ms. Johnson
knew what she was doing, she was no fool. She
deceivingly pushed hard on David's stomach and forced
him to expel all the air he had in his lungs. She felt
the air blow into her and knew it was time,
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
TTT! An enormous fart erupted from the teacher and
into the unwilling boys face. His eyes winced as soon
as the smell hit his nose, this would be it for him he
feared. He tried breathing through the mouth but it
was of no help and soon he was headed for a deep sleep.
"Good night, Mr. Bingum," the teacher said, evilly.
David woke up in a haze, not knowing at all where he
was. His eyes finally focused and he saw he was in the
classroom of Ms. Johnson still but there were students
all around him. Had he been out that long? Ms. Johnson
walked over to David's desk. David recoiled a bit in
fear, not knowing what she would do to him.
"Mr. Bingum, nice of you to join the living. I found
your essay. Another A, good job!" She walked away as
if everything was just normal. Had he dreamt the whole
thing? What was going on? The bell rang, ending class.
David walked out but Ms. Johnson beckoned him back to
her desk.
"David, I must say that was quite impressive, nice
job. I hope to see another performance like that
sometime soon." She smiled at him and winked. He
returned the smile. He wondered whether she was
talking about the essay or�something else. He looked
back at her and opened his mouth, as if to say
something but he turned back and walked out of the
room.
"Nah, couldn't be," he said to himself, walking to
his next class.