Title: Annie's Panties
Author: Phoenix Arrow
Part: 1 of 1
Keywords: f/F, F/F, blackmail, reluctance, spank, humiliation
Redistribution: Only for personal, nonprofit use.
Short Summary: An experienced teacher and her wise school 
principal seem to have the problem of their lives at making little 
Annie behave! Just how low will they get to succeed?


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"Annie's Panties"
By Phoenix Arrow

She was the kind of girl that could make a grown woman cry and 
masturbate at the same time.

No matter how many years I've been doing this, there's always one 
bad apple. One boy or girl who just can't stop from getting under my 
skin. And it's always the same. Spend a few weeks TRYING to being 
nice to them hoping they'd improve, then eventually threatening 
them in one way or another if they don't. Most of the time this works 
well enough. The brat cools it and I can teach in peace and quiet.

Then there are those special few. Those kids who not even I can deal 
with on a normal level. That's when they're sent off to the 'EVIL' 
principle. You'll never see eyes get any wider, and faces any paler 
than when you threaten a student with a one-on-one meeting with 
Mrs. Polk.

Usually this simple threat is enough for them. The mere mention of 
her name sends chills down their spines.

Mrs. Tracy Polk was an intimidating woman. In her 50's, you could 
tell she had grown up in tough times. Being almost 6 feet tall, she 
was definitely an imposing presence on anybody, let alone a 
misbehaving middle schooler. I have actually felt sorry for a few 
kids I've sent her way, knowing that they were in for tough times.

Then one day that intimidation, that fear, that almighty power of 
control vanished. POOF!

Her name was Annie.

It's strange to have a name like that. You hardly even hear it 
anymore, except in old movies. But that was her name, with red hair 
to boot. I can still remember that innocent, cute face she batted 
at me that first day of classes.

But sadly it was not meant to be. It's a shame really. She could have 
gotten a lot of leeway out of me if she had only not been so damn
testy, always bitchy, always looking to get onto my bad side.

No matter how hard I tried to keep settled and composed, I'd always 
end up debating the silliest of things with her.

"No Annie, you may not talk with Katie during a test", "Please 
Annie, don't just go to the restroom with out asking for permission," 
"No you cannot do a better job teaching than I!"

Ok, so she never actually said that last one. I would have thrown her 
cute little ass out of my classroom if she did. But every time I wrote 
on the board or lectured or anything, there would be that look on her 
face. A look that clearly spoke: "Miss Anderson, you really don't have 
any idea what you're talking about do you?" 

Bitch!

I should have put a stop to it early. Those first few weeks of looks 
and disturbances should have been dealt with quickly and harshly. I 
shouldn't have tried to be so damn patient, so nice. I shouldn't have 
allowed myself to get so effected by her.

One month, then two months passed before I realized I couldn't 
allow this girl to continue tormenting me like this. How can you be 
expected to teach a class when one of your students thinks you are 
one of the stupidest people in the world? It's just so damn 
provocative!

Yes I admit it. It was a huge turn on, all of it. From the moment she 
first questioned my lectures I felt that tingling down between my 
legs. Bratty girls just do that to their teachers, male or female. Most 
of the time we are able to hide it; to act professional and stern. But 
then again we've never seen a girl like Annie.

Exactly two months to the day classes first began I visited Mrs. Polk 
at her office after school. I knew that if Annie continued her 
confrontations with me, I would be in BIG trouble. I told Mrs. Polk 
all about my problems with Annie and asked for her advice. Of 
course I left out the little part about getting turned on.

Mrs. Polk and I have a long and respected work history together. I 
joined the school three years after Mrs. Polk became principle and 
since then we have both gotten along really well. I respect her 
decisions unequivocally and I'm sure it's vice versa. So the day I 
came to her with a problem, she knew it was something serious.

She told me that the very next time Annie acted out of place in class 
I was to send her without another thought to the principal's office. 
Immediately I knew Mrs. Polk would put the little brat in her place 
when given the chance. I went home feeling quite assured that day, 
and NOT horny as hell like in past days. I just didn't need that kind 
of sexual tension in my life from a hellish teenage girl.

Mrs. Polk didn't have to wait long for her first introduction to Annie. 
It was two days later while I was giving a lecture about newly found 
vitamins in fruit that she crossed the line. I won't say what it was 
that she did, but it was enough for me to stomp my foot on the floor 
and point at the door. Even Annie knew it was time to visit the school 
principle.

I almost felt bad for her. I could see the uncertain look in her face 
as she made her way out of the room. She wouldn’t be able to get under 
Mrs. Polk's skin quite as easily as I.

Most of the day Annie did not return to the classroom. I could just 
imagine the scorning she must have been getting. But I was much 
more satisfied at actually being able to teach in peace. No kids 
taunting me, no one thinking they were better than I.

Yet with an hour left to go in school, Annie came back to class. It 
was odd the way she looked. On one hand she looked apologetic, yet 
on the other....

In hindsight I should have been more concerned about that first 
meeting with Mrs. Polk. What did she do to Annie? How did she try 
to convince Annie to behave?

Yet what ever Mrs. Polk had done with Annie must have worked. For 
the rest of that final hour, Annie's behavior was like night and day. 
No outbursts, no looks, no arguing, no nothing. I know it was only 
an hour, but I fondly remember going home that evening feeling 
very satisfied about the whole situation. Thank you Mrs. Polk!

For two weeks this new attitude seemed to remain. I was worried in 
the beginning that it wouldn't last, but by the end of the second week 
I was back to my normal self in class. 

Then it didn't last. Something must have happened after that second 
week because Annie was back to her old self. I was quite 
disappointed by this development. I was hoping her visit to Mrs. Polk 
would be the end of our problems.

After a few more days of bratty behavior and general disturbance, I 
was back at Mrs. Polk's office to vent my frustrations. At first Mrs. 
Polk thought I was there to give her good news, but when she 
learned of Annie's reversal, she seemed to get very upset. I could tell 
she was 'personally' offended that a student had not learned her 
lesson on the first visit. She looked into my eyes and assured me that 
Annie would behave herself. Again, like the last, I went home 
feeling assured.

The next morning Annie wasn't in class. I figured Mrs. Polk had 
called her straight into her office before school could begin and must 
have been giving the young tart the ear full of a life time. 

After two hours, Annie graced the class with her presence. Yet 
unlike the first time when she returned with an apologetic look on 
her face, this time it seemed to have been replaced with mild humor. 
Then again, there was still that something else...

One week, then two weeks came and went just like the last with 
Annie behaving like a good girl in my classroom. I couldn't have 
been happier. Mrs. Polk had kept her word and I was teaching an 
orderly class.

Yet..... I should have seen it coming. Looking back I really should 
have seen how it was all unfolding. The way Annie was playing us 
like a fiddle and we play the fools. None of us saw it until it was too 
late. If only I could have figured it out sooner. 

Some time during the middle of the third week 'Annie the Good Girl' 
again became 'Annie the Sexy Brat'. Like the sexual frustrations of 
previous month, again I was finding myself getting wet every time I 
turned my back to write on the board, listening to her whispers, her 
giggles, her very being. After several more days, I was again turning 
into a complete mess in her presence.

"Annie, please have mercy on me!" I wanted to cry whenever I'd 
hand her back a paper with a sub-par mark on it. My knees feeling 
all weak as she looked at me disapprovingly. It took a lot of will to 
turn my back to her and move on. Why did she have to disrespect me 
so? Why couldn't she just behave like a normal middle school teen? 
And why wasn't she behaving like Mrs. Polk had promised to me so 
sincerely?

After a few more days of this torment I had no choice. After school I 
reluctantly made my way to the principal's office. Inviting me in, she 
had me sit across from her desk and gave me that bright hopeful 
smile. The smile that told me she was just sure I had come to give 
her good news. Of course I had not. When she heard what I had to 
say, a look of tremendous hurt and disappointment came across her 
face.

"But....But she promised!"

I looked at her curiously as Mrs. Polk's voice trailed off, not 
understanding what she was referring to. But after a moment she 
managed to recompose herself enough to brush the odd comments 
off and informed me that she will 'personally' make sure Annie 
behaves herself from now on. And that this time, things would be 
different.

The word stuck in my mind the whole way home that Friday. What 
did that mean 'personally'? Mrs. Polk had never needed to emphasize 
anything when discussing student's behaviors. On this trip home I no 
longer felt absurd, only very worried.

But what can I say; Annie had been personally corrected. I don't 
know what that meant, but for the next month there was not one single 
thing I had to complain about. Like the breath of fresh air the other 
two times, this streak of good behavior was a blessing. No weak knees 
around class, no leaking vagina, no anything humiliating. I was a 
teacher.

Several times I had gone back to Mrs. Polk to thank her profusely, 
applauding her tactics and wishing she would tell me what she had 
done. The first time I had done that, she was actually worried I had 
come with more bad news. I was almost afraid to give her the good 
news I had and the relief she showed me upon my words was really 
unexpected. After all, this was Mrs. Polk. She eats girls like this for 
breakfast, why shouldn't she expect good behavior when she 
'personally' sees to it, what ever that means.

And that's exactly what I tried to find out, but to no success. Every 
time I would ask her she would wave her hand and tell me it wasn't 
any of my concern. As long as Annie was behaving, I should be 
happy. The only thing I did manage to pry out of her was that Mrs. 
Polk had tried a different tactic than normal, one where she works 
with the child to better understand her needs.

Good enough for me! Strange, but good enough for me. As Mrs. Polk 
had said, as long as Annie was being good Annie, I should be happy. 
I totally respect that woman. Someday I hope to be just like her. A 
stern, strict, respected middle school principal.

I told you that this latest good behavior lasted for a month. Actually 
it lasted a little bit longer than that, but it was at the end of that 
month that I learned just how much of Annie's 'needs' Mrs. Polk 
sought to understand.

You see every month we have a teachers conference, held in the 
conference room. Every month Mrs. Polk leads the session about the 
goings-on of the school whether it be about the need for new 
supplies or teaching awards, or what ever. Only this time Mrs. Polk 
wasn't there on time.

Actually she was only about 5 minutes late. Not a biggie, and not 
something most teachers worried about. Yet, you see being the 
Principle, she's ALWAYS there at least 15 minutes early to the 
meeting and being 5 minutes late was, well...

I was not overly concerned as I made my way to her office to see 
what was keeping her. Surely she had good reason. 

Upon arriving to her room I found the doorknob locked, yet the door 
had not been completely closed properly. As I slowly pushed it open, 
the scene I saw through its cracks had my breath slow to a silence.

"Let's go Mrs. Polky, I'm waiting!"

I stood there at the door peering into the room as Annie defiantly 
stood before Mrs. Polk's desk, her hands at her little hips, her words 
still echoing off the book covered walls. Sitting at her desk, looking 
quite worried was her middle school principle. Did Annie just call 
her 'Mrs. Polky'?

"Miss Green please, I have a teacher's meeting in a minute, do we 
really have to...."

"I really don't want to repeat myself. Or do you want me to start 
behaving badly in class again."

I could instantly sense Mrs. Polk's worried face turning to slight 
panic. "But Annie, I've done everything you've asked, there's no need 
to..."

<SLAP> 

I gasp and throw both my hands to my mouth in unbelievable shock. 
In a flash Annie had stormed over to Mrs. Polk and SLAPPED her 
clear across the face. How dare she! Surely Mrs. Polk won't stand 
for...

"Owww....I mean Miss Green. I'm so sorry..." I couldn't believe the 
sight I saw from my stern boss. She was almost cowering in her seat, 
staring up in fear of this...this..child, tears swelling in her eyes.

"Stop crying you old bitch. I don't care about your stupid little 
teacher's meeting. Up in front and on your knees, NOW!"

If I could put another hand to my mouth I would have. Mrs. Polk 
almost tripped over herself scurrying to the front of her desk, beside 
the teen half her size. In another second she was kneeling in her 
brown power suit, onto her knees, looking up at Annie and waiting.

"Get to your hands."

Mrs. Polk quickly lowered her upper body to the ground as well, so 
that she's now resting ridiculously on her hands and knees. Then, as 
if nothing were odd about it, Annie straddles her principal's back. 
Taking a moment to get comfortable by wiggling her butt, Mrs. Polk 
grunts with discomfort at having the teen on her back. 

With her butt comfortably atop her principal's back, Annie gathers 
Mrs. Polk's hair into her hand as a harness and kicks the adult's 
thighs with her sneakers.

Like a dream I watch the normally intimidating middle school 
principal instantly spring her legs into action, crawling around her 
office like some stupid pony for the bratty bitch. Her head held back 
by the pull on her hair, Annie was giggling the whole time, kicking 
her sneakers painfully against Polk's thighs. All this in her suit no 
less.

"Your getting pretty good at this Tracy. Pretty soon you'll be able to 
crawl right out of this office and right down the halls. Wouldn't that 
be so much fun?"

I could see Mrs. Polk's face turning red with embarrassment as she 
continued to crawl around her office floor. Not even I dared to call 
my boss by her first name, yet here Annie was saying just that!

"I have a good idea! Why don't we just crawl right out of this office 
right now? Since you soooo much want to go to that stupid teachers 
meeting!"

Mrs. Polk stopped crawling and began to frantically shake her head.

"Nooo, we mustn't. Please Miss Green, this is just to remain between 
us. I would lose my job if people discover what we do." There was 
now a look of true panic on Polk's face.

"But there's nothing wrong with what we do. You're simply helping to 
assure that I remain the best little girl I can be. So what if your so 
desperate to keep me behaving that you'll be my little pony bitch."

"Miss Green, please don't call me that. Its not appropriate..."

Annie gave a quick kick to her principal's thighs and good tug of her 
hair.

"I didn't tell you to stop Polky, keep moving! And I'll call you what 
ever the hell I want. Besides, you like it when I call you my bitch, 
don't you Tracy?"

Mrs. Polk didn't answer, only continuing her ridiculous crawling 
around the office. Her knees must have been awfully soar from 
rubbing against the thick office carpet.

"I asked you a question pony, do you like it when I call you my 
bitch?"

I quickly shut the door before I can hear Mrs. Polk's answer, allowing 
it to lock as intended. I had heard enough! I simply didn't want to 
see any more. I couldn't bear to watch my boss and mentor surrender 
her dignity like that to a child any longer. This was all too much. 
How could it have happened? Why couldn't she have demonstrated 
her superiority over this little girl? I must be dreaming!

In a daze of confusion and heartbreak I turned around and swiftly 
walked back to the meeting room, where all the teachers were 
waiting and looking at their watches. A few of them had seen me and 
notice the disturbed look on my face. I didn't even realize I was on 
the verge of tears.

Yet not knowing what else to do, I assured them all was alright, and 
just that....well....Mrs. Polk would be a little late.

Sure enough, ten minutes later Mrs. Polk came into the room. Despite 
looking a little disheveled, you wouldn't have known she had just 
spent the last 20 some odd minutes being a pony to a student. Who 
knows what else they did after I left.

Even her reddened knees could not be seen under the conservative 
long skirt that was a staple of the older woman's suit.

The next day in class I watched Annie in a different light. She was 
no longer a simple little brat whose girlish ways made my tempers 
flare and cunt wet. Now she was a simple little brat who rode my 
boss around like a pony to 'keep' my cunt from getting wet!

Of course today she was acting the perfect angle. I hardly had any 
problems with her. Even when she noticed me looking her way more 
often than usual, she paid me no mind. She seemed quite content 
with leaving me alone. And why shouldn't she? As long as Mrs. Polk 
served Annie's perversions, she was going to behave herself.

It was all just sick. How could Mrs. Polk have agreed to such a thing? 
What ever happened to that tough woman who sent meaner and 
bigger girls and boys screaming home to mommy? Was this the only 
way she could make the brat behave?

Resting on the wall in her office is a paddle. A thick mean looking 
thing that reminded me of times when they were used without 
reservation. Back then, if a child stepped out of line they'd get a 
wallop of a life time. But today if you so much touch a kid the wrong 
way your fired. But Mrs. Polk always told me she's just inching to try 
it out again on some brat who thinks she's too good for herself. 
Wasn’t Annie such a brat?

And what was all that about Mrs. Polk enjoying being Annie's 'bitch'. 
Was she making that up? Or did Mrs. Polk really enjoy being in such 
a humiliating position?

All these questions swirled through my head as the days continued. 
Despite her good behavior I would struggle through each class, 
finding myself stupidly fumbling through my lectures every time my 
mind drifted back to yesterday afternoon and what it really took to 
keep Annie sitting there with her mouth closed.

Sometimes I wanted to confront Mrs. Polk, to ask her what she was 
thinking. To be so weak to a girl almost 4 times younger than she 
was. To explain how this is not the way to instill discipline in a 
child. What better way to disrespect authority than to turn the 
school's principal into a pony, and that's exactly what Mrs. Polk had 
allowed to happen.

But how could I confront her? I felt more embarrassed about 
revealing my discovery that she would for actually being caught. 
And then there was Annie. Should I confront her? Could I demand 
she stop her aggression towards Mrs. Polk? Did I have the guts?

Yet then she might start miss behaving all over again. And then 
what? What would I do? How would I make her behave? Would she 
also try to turn me into her bitch? Would she want to ride me like a 
pony as well?

I squeezed my thighs together imagining myself crawling around in 
my own classroom, Annie sitting up high on my aching back, 
kicking my thighs as I hurriedly scampered around the room on all 
fours like a fool. "Yes Miss Green, I'm your Bitch!"

I moaned at the thought and felt my pussy spasm. It was at that 
moment I realized why Mrs. Polk was on her knees that day. Because 
she indeed wanted to be little Annie's Bitch. To surrender control 
and authority over to a little bratty girl who thought she was better 
than you in every way. To push away all that you've worked for to 
become her pet pony.

I wanted to be her pet pony. I wanted her to look at me, command 
me sternly to my knees, to climb over my spine, kick her dirty girly 
sneakers into my thighs and send me off crawling around in my own 
classroom, telling me just what she thinks about me and my stupid 
lessons.

"Mind if I sit here Karen?"

I snapped out of my daze, looking to my side at the woman standing 
next to me. It was Janice, Miss Graff as I called her. Sue me for still 
following the old code of respect in a name.

I nodded to her, a piece of lettuce still on my raised fork. I had 
almost completely forgotten that I was in the teachers lounge during 
lunch, lost in my thoughts of ponies and little vixens. I could still 
feel the buzz of rubbing my thighs together under the table fading 
away.

Smiling, Janice took the seat next to mine, placing her lunch on the 
table. Miss Graff was a modestly pretty woman, if a bit shy. I had 
always attributed that to her being a newbie to the teaching 
profession, only working as a teacher for four years. We rarely 
spoke, and I just assumed she preferred to keep to herself.

"Is everything alright Karen? You seem...preoccupied."

Was it really that obvious? Normally I had no intentions of 
discussing my problems with a freshman teacher. I had been working 
in the field over 15 years under one of the best Principals in the 
district and she a mere beginner. But I was in a rather fragile mental 
state, actually considering thoughts of being a pet teacher pony.

I looked at her and shook my head no!

"Well what's the matter then? Anything I can help you with?"

"Its...one of my students. She keeps on...misbehaving..."

"Oh I see. I hate those. You think students would come to school 
hopping to learn, and all they can do is cause trouble. How long has 
she been giving you fits? Three, four days?"

"Since the beginning of the school year!"

Janice paused for a moment to see if I was joking. "The whole 
year???" I nodded with a little shame. "You can't tell me that you've 
aloud a child to disrupt your class for the whole year? You must 
have done something?"

"Well, yes I have. I've sent her several times to Mrs. Polk...and 
she's...resolved the issue!"

"Then that's that isn't it? From what I've heard around here, all the 
students fear her. Surprised it took more than one visit to get your 
student in line. So why still the worried face?"

"Because...I...feel as though she's doing all the...dirty...work for 
me."

Miss Graff gave me a curious look, "Don't be silly. If you were 
having problems with a child, it makes sense to send her to Mrs. Polk 
to be set straight. I'm sure what ever she's doing to that girl to keep 
her in line is the right thing to do."

Now it was my turn to give her a look, which she thankfully didn't 
catch.

"You have a thing for this girl don't you?"

I gave her a double take and almost forgot to breath, "Excuse me?"

"You're troubled because you want her to succeed and she keeps on 
getting into trouble. Needing to be sent to the principal where you 
can’t help her. I truly admire that!" I just looked at her with my 
mouth open. "If you care this much for her, then you should indeed 
take on more of a role in her behavior. Give Mrs. Polk less 'dirty 
work' to do and get her to behave your way."

Gosh bless her naive heart. She had no idea how right she was. I did 
care for Annie. I cared how much she treated me like crap. I so 
wanted her to use me as her outlet of behavior and NOT my dear 
respected Principals. Why should she get...all the fun of being toyed 
with by such a wonderful girl? I was her teacher. It should be ME on 
my hands and knees, being called Annie's BITCH! I should be the 
one making her behave. I WANTED to be the one making her 
behave.

I could have kissed Janice on the lips for helping me see the light, 
though I don't think she would have appreciated it. However, when 
she saw my reaction she seemed most satisfied. I thanked her 
repeatedly for her advice and I never saw a teacher beam with such a 
smile. If she only knew what I intended to do to make Annie 
'behave'. My cunny swelled at the possibilities.

Now I now I should be ashamed of myself. This isn't the way a 
teacher solves a troubled student. It's not normal to encourage 
dominance in young girl over an adult woman. But I simply couldn't 
take it any more. I wanted her to make me her bitch, her pony. To 
ride me around in my classroom, call me names, to laugh at my 
authority. I wanted to be like Mrs. Polk and loose my face in her 
eyes, if anything to save what's left of my boss' dignity. I knew there 
would only be one way to do it.

"Annie, please stay behind after class today. There is something we 
need to discuss."

I didn't even look her in the eyes as I said it. Too nervous, I stared 
at her sneakers. A couple hours later the end of the day had come. I 
was visibly fidgeting in my chair, wondering if this was the moment 
my life would be turned upside down. Hoping it would.

"Miss Anderson, you wanted to see me?"

Her tone was smothered in attitude, and it made me shiver.

"Yes, we need to talk about you're...<I gulped>...behavior."

"Is there a problem with my behavior?"

Her face stared at me with total superiority, daring me to utter my 
disapproval of her behavior. My mouth was very, very dry.

"Yes...you see I've noticed that you seem to still have an attitude 
when ever I teach class. I feel that you don't respect my...position as 
your teacher."

"And that bothers you?"

The gall of this brat. To ask me such an obvious question. But of 
course I had to stupidly answer it.

"Yes Annie, it does bother me."

She took a step closer to my desk, making me feel that much more 
intimated by her presence.

"You know there's only one way I'm going to behave myself Miss 
Anderson. Do you want to know what that one thing is?"

In that moment I squeezed my thighs together under the table just as 
a trickle of moisture ran down my lips. This was it. It was finally 
going to happen. She was going to tell me to become her....her...

"Yyyyes, tell me what will make you (gulp) behave?"

I held my breath.

"Say please!"

I stared at her, puzzled by the response. "Excuse me?"

"Just say please Miss Anderson. Say: 'Please Annie, can you start 
behaving in my classroom.'"

What else could I do, I did as she suggested. "Ppplease Annie, can 
you start behaving in my classroom!"

"Ok Miss Anderson. I'll behave. Is that all?"

I dumbly shook my head, too confused to know what else to do. 
With that, she cheerfully bounced out of the classroom.

What had gone wrong? Why didn't she try to make me her....her 
Bitch? As absurd as it was for me to be disappointed, I was terribly. 
Never had I expected her to actually agree to behave. And all with 
me saying please.

I occupied my seat for another ten minutes, letting my pussy cool 
down as I contemplated where I now stood. Things just didn’t make 
sense. Did she not want to dominate me?

As I finally left the room, I just managed to catch little Annie 
exiting Mrs. Polk's office down the hall. I carefully watched as I saw 
her bouncing down the hallway in her shorts, her cute little butt 
shaking only the way young adolescent girls could.

She had been with Mrs. Polk hadn't she? Teased and humiliated by 
boss instead of me. A growing sense of rejection and anger filled me 
as I briskly marched down the hallway and burst through Mrs. Polk's 
door without thinking.

Sitting at her desk, with her hands to her face was the middle school 
principal, and my boss, Mrs. Polk. I just barely noticed something 
pink in her hands when she heard me open the door, and quickly 
pulled what ever it was away from her face and under the desk.

"Yes hello Karen. Can I help you with anything?"

I just stood there for a moment, unsure what exactly to say to her. 
There were so many approaches I wanted to take. Should I confront 
her about Annie? Or should I simply ignore it like before?

"I...I just saw Annie leaving your office."

Mrs. Polk’s eyes widened at the mention of the young girl's name.

"Yes, well she was in here asking for....feedback on her behavior."

I knew it was a bold face lie, I could see it in her face.

"And what did you tell her?" I could actually sense a bit of contempt 
in my voice.

She paused for a moment in worry. The look on her face made her 
look more like a child than a female in power. The look lasted a few 
seconds before she seemingly snapped back into thing, remembering 
that she was the principal of the school. Her eyes narrowed a bit and 
I saw a shadow of the firm bitch that was Mrs. Polk.

"Miss Anderson, is there something that I can help you with?"

"Well, I just thought I should let you know that Annie has been 
acting up again recently."

Instead of a look of disappointment like last time, this time her face 
showed indifference.

"Yes...I know. She told me."

"She did? And did you do anything about it?"

"I...well...she...."

That fake facade of strength in her eyes was falling away fast, again 
taken over by the child from within. It was at that moment that I 
caught sight of the object that was now resting on Mrs. Polk's lap. 
She had unknowingly pushed her chair back just enough for me to 
see. They were a small pair of cute blue panties.

When she noticed the shocked look on my face, she immediately 
pushed her chair back in, but the damage had been done.

"What is that?" I yelled, pointing at the desk.

"Uhhh...nothing...their nothing."

"Those are panties aren't they? Annie's panties at that."

Mrs. Polk shook her head furiously, desperately attempting to deny 
the undeniable. "No...no...no..."

"And you were shoving them in your face! Rubbing them across 
your nose....smelling them!" A look of complete discussed was on 
my face. I was so angry with her. Angry at her for allowing herself 
to be so humiliated by a girl. But also envious that it wasn’t me who 
was the one chosen to be humiliated.

"Give them to me!" I demanded.

Reluctantly she pushed her chair back slightly, and with a look of 
defeat I had never before seen in another woman, she held up the 
panties.

Snatching them in my hands, I immediately turned them over to look 
at the back of the waste band. Sure enough, written in small letters 
was the name Annie.

I again spit a venomous look at my boss the principal. She was 
holding her head low in shame.

"How could you?"

She looked back up at me with tears in her eyes.

"What ever you're going to call me, its true. I'm a horrible, horrible 
woman."

"I sent Annie to you to be disciplined over a month ago, and all you 
were able to do was become her...her..."

Should I say it? Should I admit to what I had seen?

"HER PONY!"

All the blood seemed to drain from her face at that moment. As if her 
life was now over. Somebody had seen her antics with Annie. The 
jig was up.

"Please Karen, don't tell anyone. I couldn't control her. She forced 
me to become her.... Please, you have to understand...."

I cut her off "You're a grown woman! How could a teenage girl 
force a fifty year old woman to do anything?"

Again she looked down. "It was the only way she would behave. I 
tried to intimidate her, to get her to be a good girl in your class. 
But she was so difficult, so testy. She refused to listen to anything I 
would say. She even laughed at me Karen...LAUGHED AT ME when I began 
pleading with her to behave."

I could see tears starting to form in her eyes. Tears of self pity and 
something else...

"She was just so mean. She would call me all sorts of names, 
horrible names. She said I was nothing but a lonely old....dyke, who 
liked to watch young middle school girls for a living."

"Why didn't you just stop her? Threaten her with explosion? Call her 
parents?"

"Because...because..." The lost look in her eyes told me she was 
fishing for a reason. The truth of the matter was she didn't have one. 
She probably enjoyed being talked to like that. Insulted by a snotty, 
bratty girl. Being called an old lesbian who lusted after the panties 
of young teens.

So I stopped her. Released her from the burden of having to admit it 
to me. There is a look of momentary gratefulness on her face.

"So was that the only way you could make her behave in my class? 
By letting her ride you around in your office?"

The resumed questioning brought her sadly back to the moment. 
"NO, that wasn't until later when she still wouldn't behave for you. 
No that first time in my office, after she had finished laughing at me, 
having me on the verge of tears, she told me of the only way she 
would behave."

I stared at Mrs. Polk, waiting for her to tell me how it all started.

"I had to....kiss her calves." My left eyebrow lifted at the odd 
statement.

"She told me the only way she would behave like a 'good girl' was if 
I, her 'big bad lez principal' got on my knees, crawled to her, and 
kissed each calf."

A tingle went through my body as I thought of how that must have 
looked. Young girls have such attractive legs, and being told to plant 
a kiss on such pretty calves must have been simply irresistible to the 
desperate older woman.

So I didn't blame her when she explained to me how she got to her 
knees. How she crawled around her desk, to the feet of the standing 
teen. How she looked up at the knowing, superior smirk, before 
placing a moist kiss on each tender calf that lingered a bit longer 
than was necessary.

"But I made sure she promised before I did it. That she would 
behave herself in your class and not make any more trouble."

"And did she?" I asked, my tongue dry from listening to the tail of 
submission.

"She did, she promised she would. So I kissed her. She giggled the 
whole time, which only made me feel worse. Never in my thirty 
years of being in public education had I ever allowed a student to 
gain the upper hand of me. Yet there I was, kissing her pretty little 
calves just so she would behave."

It was at that moment that I noticed her left arm moving slightly in 
an irregular pattern. It quickly dawned on me what she must be 
doing underneath the desk. The bitch had her hand up her skirt and 
was fidgeting herself off as she told me her story.

Another look of discussed came over my face as it hit me. But I no 
intention of saying anything this time. I wanted to hear every single 
word she had to say about Annie and how deep this rabbit hole was.

"But she didn't behave did she? Annie lied to you!"

<Sniff> "She did. She was a good girl for about a week, but she had 
no intention of staying that way. She later told me so. Instead you 
sent her back to me."

I began feeling that guilty vibe run through me. That I had in part 
contributed to Mrs. Polk's humiliating ordeal. Now she was telling 
me all about it, sitting at her desk with her fingers rubbing her 
clitty, with tears of shame running down her cheeks.

"This time, when I asked her what went wrong, she just laughed at 
me, telling me how stupid I was. Calling me a stupid old cow. She 
made me cry Karen. Me, Mrs. Polk, a fifty-year-old woman crying 
like a little girl. I just sat there at my desk for over ten minutes 
sulking as she continued to rain down insult after insult. I was 
powerless to stop her."

I noticed that she had picked up the tempo under her power suit. She 
was now vigorously rubbing and her voice was visibly strained.

"Finally I completely broke down. I begged and begged for her to 
stop; to please be nice to me and be a good girl once again. She 
laughed while I begged, making me feel that much more stupid. 
Then she told me to stand up. On shaky legs I did as she asked, 
anything to get her to stop taunting me. She moved over to the door 
to lock it, before making her way around the desk at my side. She 
pushed the chair further back and told my to crawl under the table. I 
didn't know what else to do, so I did. Before I knew it, I was under 
my desk, staring back at Annie's slim white legs."

My mouth was now painfully dry. Despite being anger and jealous 
of Mrs. Polk, I couldn't stop thinking how incredibly hot her story 
was. The whole time she spoke, I imagined it was me who this was 
happening to. Me who confronted Annie a month ago and demanded 
she behave. Me who she got on my hands and knees and kissed her 
sweet tender calves. Me who had to crawl under my classroom desk 
and.....

"Then I watched as she slowly lowered her shorts to her sneakers. 
Staring back at me were those same blue panties. Sitting down, she 
pulled the chair against the desk, trapping me underneath between 
her legs. All I could do was stare at her crotch. I could distinctively 
see the out line of those tender lips through the thin material. It 
just looked so...so..."

"Heavenly" I whispered to myself.

"Not even her attractive thighs could take my stare away from the 
covered sex. Then I felt her hands taking hold of my hair. I did little 
to stop her as she guided me up against her mound, my lips just 
gracing the fabric. She seemed to hold it there, savoring the power 
she now held over me. Imagine, brazenly holding your school 
principal's face up against your very own crotch, knowing you held 
all the power. Gosh was she ever in control. You should have 
smelled the power in her musk, which was quickly filling up my 
lungs. She was definitely calling the shots. Not me the school 
principal, but her a mere student."

By now little whimpers and cries were escaping from Mrs. Polk's lips 
as she told her story; her fingers constantly moving faster and faster. 
Sweat now covering her forehead, adding to the moisture already on 
her face from the tears.

"Then she commanded me to taste her. To be a good adult and touch 
her adolescent sex with my tongue. I timidly stuck it out, dabbing it 
carefully up and down her panty covered crotch. She began giggling 
that wonderful, horrible giggle of hers as she felt me tickle her 
pussy. It wasn't long before her panties were soaking. Either from 
my tongue, or her pussy, or maybe both."

I looked down at the panties in my hands. Realizing that they were 
the same ones she was talking about. They where dry now, but I 
found myself caressing them between my fingers as Mrs. Polk spoke.

"It must have been a couple of minutes until she finally pushed my 
head back. I watched in awe as she lifted her little bum off the 
leather chair and yanked the panties down those attractive thighs, 
past her cute knees, down to her sneakers to join her shorts. Instantly 
the small cavity underneath the desk flooded with her sent. The sent 
of power, of control, of a teenage queen. I stared hungrily between 
her legs, at her now uncovered bare pussy. It only had a few wisps of 
pubic hair. My gosh Karen, you have no idea how pretty it looked."

"I can imagine!" I caught myself uttering under my breath, licking 
my lips at the same time.

"I waited obediently for the inevitable grabbing of my hair. Then she 
spoke the words I will never forget. Holding my face just in front of 
her sex, she uttered 'Come Mrs. Polk, time to make me behave!'"

"And you made her behave didn't you, by giving a student oral sex!" 
I spoke with venom, but Mrs. Polk was already too far gone in the 
stimulation of her own sex to care what I thought, only agreeing with 
me. And she no longer even tried to hide what she was doing under 
the desk. She had hiked her skirt up around her waist, with her 
panties pushed to the side, shamelessly playing with herself in front 
of me, the tears never ceasing.

"Yes, yes. I licked her vagina. I licked it for all I was worth. She 
promised it would make her be nice to me and make her behave in 
your class; that she would now become a 'good girl' if I licked her. 
All my years of teaching and principal experience and the only way I 
could make a little middle school girl behave was to stick my tongue 
inside her pussy."

My own pussy was now dripping, tingling with the erotic submissive 
buzz of Mrs. Polk's tale. I knew I couldn't stand there much longer, 
or else I would end up doing what she was. Worse yet, I couldn't 
bear to watch her any more. I couldn't bear to watch a fifty year old 
woman cry and masturbate at the same time while describing her 
down fall to a fourteen year old girl. 

Balling up the pink panties in my hand, I threw them down onto the 
desk and ran for the door. The last sight I saw was Mrs. Polk's head 
quickly lowering to the table, nose resting onto the crotch of Annie's 
panties, her fingers a complete blur between her legs.

Racing down the hallway I heard the unearthly cry of perverted 
release, the type that no woman ever has the right to feel.

The drive home was pure torture. My cunt wouldn't stop itching. It 
was all I could do to stop from reaching down in the middle of traffic 
to relieve myself. I couldn't help it. What Mrs. Polk had described 
had totally turned me on. I knew very well it wasn't all her fault for 
what she had allowed Annie to do to her. I knew I would have 
probably done the same. I wish I had done the same.

I so wish it could have been me. If I had only been confident 
enough to take Annie on myself in the beginning, I would be Annie's 
little pet pony teacher! Even so, I still gave Annie a window today, a 
chance to confront me in class and turn me into her humiliated pig. 
But she didn't take it did she? No I guess she already has Mrs. Polk 
under her thumb and there's no need for a simple teacher like me to 
waste her time with. No need to ride me around the classroom like a 
pony when she's got the leader of the school. Gosh, are my thighs 
getting sticky.

Of course when I did finally get home, I gave in to all the degrading 
imagery Mrs. Polk had spoon fed to me. I had barely closed my 
apartment door before falling to my knees, hiking up my dress and 
stuffing my fingers into the tops of my panties. Mmmmm Annie!

At the next teacher's meeting, Mrs. Polk was again late. No doubt she 
was finishing up one of her sessions playing horsy with Annie. 
Seeing her come in the conference room this time was the hardest 
thing to do. It was the first time she knew I was aware of what had 
been going on. For the days after her sniveling confession in the 
office, I had purposefully avoided her, not knowing what to say. 

I figured she must not have told Annie about our unscheduled 
meeting, since the little brat showed no indication that she knew of 
it. I was both disappointed, and relieved that she had backed up her 
promise to behave. Since my halfhearted plea, she was actually 
doing just that, behaving in class.

Never before in my life would I ever have thought I would be 
disappointed to have a student actually listen to me. Every day I 
would lecture in class, frustrated that I couldn’t become what Mrs. 
Polk had become.

I was no longer afraid of looking at Annie any more. Instead I would 
constantly peek over in her direction, occasionally catching her eye. 
Every time I would give her the same look. A longing, almost 
begging look. I didn't even know why I was still trying. Not only 
was it wrong, but it was obvious she didn't even want me. Yet every 
time I did catch her eye, my heart leapt. Maybe this time she'd get 
the hint. Maybe this time she'll realize I can be a Mrs. Polk to.

But every time the expressionless look on her face never change. 
Just indifference. Indifference to me, indifference to my teachings, 
indifference to my....desires.

So as Mrs. Polk entered the room, hair slightly ruffled and face 
slightly blushed, the first person she noticed was me. We both 
exchange unsettling looks. I could tell she was worried. Not just 
what Annie was doing to her, but that I would tell someone. I knew I 
never would. As unmoral and humiliating as it was, I couldn't turn 
her in. Not after I had been responsible for sending the bitch to her 
in the first place.

So when I gave her a warm smile, she seemed to relax a bit before 
beginning the meeting.

That's pretty much how the next couple of weeks went. Every day 
Annie was behaving in class, I knew she was still paying visits to the 
principles office.

Mrs. Polk for her part tried her best to act as if everything was 
normal, but her antics with Annie were having a toll. It was 
becoming obvious to some of the other school faculty members that 
something wasn't right with the principal. Mrs. Polk simply wasn’t 
doing her job as effectively as before, especially in the area 
of....<AHEM>....student behavior reform. 

That's when things began to get complicated.

One day as classes were ending, a hall messenger came into the 
room to deliver a note from Mrs. Polk. It was short and simply, but it 
worried me: 'We need to talk. Meet me at my office in twenty 
minutes.'

I didn't know what she specifically wanted to talk about, but it was 
obviously about Annie. Was she finally having enough of the bratty 
teen?

As the students filed out of my final class of the day, I began 
gathering my stuff and after twenty some odd minutes made my way 
to her office. Of course all the faculty had left by now, and the only 
noises audible were coming from Mrs. Polk’s office.

However, when I reached for the doorknob, I found it locked. It was 
at that moment I heard the tall tale sounds of adolescent giggling. 
This in by itself wasn't what I found shocking. I knew full well that 
Annie paid Mrs. Polk after school visits at least once a week. The 
difference this time was that I heard more than one.

Holding my breath, I moved my head closer to the door to confirm 
my suspicions. Unbelievably, I couldn't distinctively hear two 
girls...no no....my gosh...three girls giggling away in there. 
Instinctively I placed my hand to my face at the shock, knowing full 
well what the implications of this meant. Annie must be introducing 
new students to this sick, twisted perversion.

I listened closely and could faintly hear the soft sobs of Mrs. Polk. 
As some of the giggling turned into unrecognizable chatter, it only 
made the sobs louder. The poor thing, they must have been insulting her.

Then there was an odd pause in the activities, and it sounded as if 
things were being re-arranged. After two minutes of agonizing 
silence the giggle erupted into a roar of ridiculing laughter as an 
audible thumping sound shook the floor. My mind was black with 
what it could be. I knew it couldn't have been the sound of Mrs. 
Polk's knees crawling across the ground because it sounded too 
heavy. Yet the incessant laughing and teasing must have meant it 
involved the humiliated older woman.

With the door locked, and my curious mind dying to find out what 
was going on, I backed into the hallway and practically ran my way 
to the exit. I knew Mrs. Polk's office had a window. It wasn't the 
easiest thing to get to since it was partially blocked by bushes, but I 
was desperate to know what kind of a mess tough old Mrs. Polk had 
gotten herself into this time.

It took me three minutes to briskly walk around the outside of the 
school before I was crouching below the middle school principals 
window. Even before I peeked inside, I could still hear the giggling 
and feel the odd thumping sound.

Taking a gulp of air, I slowly rose up until my eyes just peeked over 
the window pain. What I saw drained the blood from my face from 
the sheer humiliation of it. Sitting on the floor in a quasi circle 
where the three girls. Instantly I recognized Annie as one of them and 
the other two I had seen around the school. But the main focus of my 
eyes, was what was standing....or should I say jumping in the middle.

Like the absolute joke of a middle school Principal she was turning 
out to be, Mrs. Polk was in nothing more than her bra and panties as 
she clumsily did jumping jacks for the teen girls. With one breast 
hanging out of her bra, flopping around like mad, she looked 
absolutely and utterly ridiculous as her body continually shook and 
jiggled every time she kicked her arms and legs out.

A look of complete teary-eyed humiliation lay on the adults face as 
her students pointed and commented on the spectacle she was. It 
really was hard at that point to feel sorry for her. A person doesn't 
get to become school principal without having some sort of a back 
bone, some sort of ability to deal with kids. Mrs. Polk obviously had 
that. I had seen her in action so many times in the past. Yet that 
seemed so long ago as I watched her jump up and down in her 
undees. She didn't even bother to put her dangling tit back in her bra.

After a few more minutes of jumping jacks, the teens tired and it 
wasn't long before Mrs. Polk was on her hands and knees giving 
'rides' around the room. It was all so civilized the way each girl 
would patiently wait her turn before straddling the sniveling woman, 
grasping her bra strap as a reign and kicking their sneakers against 
her thighs. Off they would go around the room.

The sight was no longer erotic to me like it once was before. As I 
watched, I was no longer imagining myself in Mrs. Polk's place. The 
events I was now watching were just plan sad. Sad because it wasn’t 
just Annie that this was about anymore. Back then it was all about a 
young bratty vixen. A pretty girl who commanded obedience and got 
it from the highest authority.

But now there were more kids involved. More kids who would 
watch her humiliate herself. More kids that would soon go to their 
friends and tell how they 'Rode' the principal around. More kids that 
would say they saw the principal doing jumping jacks in her 
underwear. More kids that would come to see it for themselves. 
More kids that would laugh and point when they did. More kids that 
would no longer respect Mrs. Polk. So on and so on.

This must have been what Mrs. Polk had wanted to see her about. 
The whole thing was starting to get out of control.

For another fifteen minutes the girls teased and tormented her. After 
the pony rides, they moved her over to the desk and bent her over it. 
Her large ass vulnerably pointed back at them. As Annie picked up 
the large paddle hanging on the wall, the other two girls lowered 
their principal's panties to her knees.

I had seen the paddle before. Mrs. Polk always spoke of it fondly 
from her earlier days when teachers were allowed to spank their 
students. She told me many a bad student had once tasted its wrath.

Mrs. Polk began to struggle slightly as she noticed Annie walking 
behind her. She knew full well who the paddles last victim was 
going to be. I could see her shaking her head, pleading with the teen 
to have mercy.

Her struggles and even her pleas were obviously half hearted. Being 
almost six feet tall, Mrs. Polk could easily have over powered the two 
fourteen year old girls keeping her chest pressed against the cold oak 
table.

When Annie's caressing hand resting on the right ass cheek of her 
pet, all resistance was gone. For a minute Annie wickedly stroked 
her principal's ass, soothing and calming the older woman until she 
was wiggling her hips back, enjoying the attention.

<WHACK>

Mrs. Polk's body shot forward onto the desk as her ass rippled and 
shook. The poor woman screamed out in shock and pain. Annie 
paused as all the girls watched the angry red paddle welt appear on 
the otherwise white ass.

<WHACK><WHACK><WHACK>

Mrs. Polk desperately held on to the edge of her table, doing 
everything she could to cope with the relentless painful swatting of 
her ass. She moaned and moaned into the oak table after every hit, 
tears freely flowing down her once respected face. A sad sight 
indeed.

After ten some odd swats by Annie, she moved aside to let one of the 
other girls have her shot. I'm just sure the paddling felt that much 
worse from all the incessant giggling and insulting the girls poured 
over her.

I had lost complete track of time when the last swat had been 
delivered by the third giggling teen. Mrs. Polk's once white ass and 
upper thighs were now one solid mass of red. She was 
uncontrollably sobbing on her office desk as the girls readied 
themselves to leave.

Placing the paddle on the table, next to her victim, Annie then leaned 
close into Mrs. Polk's ear and whispered something. I couldn't tell 
what she said, but oddly got an obedient nod from the still crying 
older woman. Then they were gone. I couldn't believe they didn’t 
even have the decency to help clean the pathetic older woman up. 
Mrs. Polk was just left there, leaning over the table, her ass redder 
than blood, exposed for all to see.

I knew I couldn't just leave her like that. Some one could easily just 
walk right in. What would the janitor think if stumbled in doing his 
after school rounds?

Raising from my crouching, hidden position outside the window, I 
hurriedly made my way back into the school. Thankfully the doors 
had not yet been locked. Another minute and I was back at the door I 
had been at less than an hour ago. Now I was prepared for what lay 
inside.

The knob was obviously unlocked this time as the door opened. My 
heart dropped as I saw my boss still draped over her desk. For the 
first time I could see her students wrath up close. It looked even 
worse than from outside.

As I entered the room, she turned her head around to look at me. Her 
face flushed and wet from tears and sweat. Yet as she rested her head 
against the table, looking at me, she made no effort to compose 
herself, to stand up and show dignity. She simply remained in her 
position, ass staring right back at me.

I couldn't stop looking at it as I approached, all red and bruised. 
This could have been me. I could be the one with my naked ass bent over 
a desk, with students taking turns abusing it. I could be the one the 
girls were telling their friends about.

Nurturingly I brought my hand up to her behind. Even before I 
touched it, the heat resonating from it was unbelievable. You could 
have warmed a cold room with it. I wasn't even thinking when I 
finally did place my hand on the tender cheeks. All I knew was how 
much pain she was in. Her crying by now had simmered to a 
constant sniveling, yet the look of grimace on her face when my 
hand made contact with the raw flesh told me all I needed to know.

Soothingly I began caressing her buttocks, trying my best to give her 
some sort of comfort. Several times I had to move my hand away 
from, the heat too much for my hand to stand.

The whole time Mrs. Polk never moved a muscled, fully welcoming 
my pity upon her. I was the only adult that knew of her predicament, 
and I felt that strangely brought us closer.

From cheek to cheek I rubbed my hand, ever moment easing her 
back to normalcy. It must have been when her sniveling reduced to 
an irregular whining when I noticed the paddle still resting on the 
table. Mrs. Polk's head had been facing it the whole time.

In some sort of fascination I reached with my other hand and picked 
it up to examine it. The heavy wood felt awfully powerful in my 
hand. I looked down to again see the damage it had caused. The still 
pinkish-red womanly skin quivered beneath it.

That's when I saw the slick, shinny liquid between my boss's thighs. 
I took a step back to get a better look. Sure enough her entire inner 
thighs were covered in her juices, some of it completely running 
down her legs. I just couldn't believe it. All this mental and physical 
abuse and she was wetter than a swimmer. How the hell was this 
possible?

Actually I really didn't want to know. I knew it would do nothing 
but make me more disgusted with her if I thought about it any 
further.

Putting the paddle back in it place on the wall, I began helping Mrs. 
Polk get dressed. Taking some tissues, I carefully dried up her legs 
before pulling her panties back up around her waist. Yet it became 
ever so frustrating when I ended up doing all the work. Mrs. Polk 
simply stood there like a child, letting me plop her breasts back into 
her bra while sliding the rest of her cloths back onto her body. She 
was just completely lost in a submissive daze. It was pathetic yet I 
couldn't blame her. She had been in a traumatic experience.

"I'm finished!"

I looked up at her in surprise as I helped her slip into the other 
heel, totally expecting her to remain silent and sniveling. It took me 
a second to realize she was actually talking to me.

"I'm finished Karen. My job, my career, DONE! Its over!"

I saw a renewed wave of tears emerge from her eyes as Mrs. Polk 
collapsed to her knees in pure despair. Lowering slowly to my knees 
as well, I wrapped my arms around her holding her head, hushing 
and consoling.

"What do you mean? How is it all over?"

Through wet eyes and matted hair she looked at me.

"This is not the first times she's done this. Those other two girls are 
the sixth and seventh she's brought in to....to...humiliate me." More 
tears.

So it was true what I had suspected, this was the reason why I was 
sent that note. It certainly IS getting out of hand.

"I begged and begged for her not to involve other students. I 
promised her I'd do anything if she only kept it between the two of 
us."

"AND?" I asked.

"She told me she already had me doing anything she wanted. That it 
was hopeless for me to refuse her. Then she told me that since I had 
a fellow teacher who already knew about us, that she should get to 
invite her friends as well."

"WHAT?" I said in complete shock. "What fellow teacher knows 
about what's going on?" 

She sheepishly looked at me "You!"

"You told her that I knew? But WHY?" I just couldn't understand it.

"I'm so sorry Karen, I tried not to tell her, but she was so persistent 
and I needed it so badly. She made me tell her about you."

"You needed what? You need what so badly?"

"Her sneaker. I just needed to get off. I'm sorry. She wouldn't stop 
teasing me with it. It was about a week after I had confessed to you 
everything. She had been waiting for me in my office after school. 
She immediately saw the worried look on my face. It was because of 
you. I was worried what you might do, what you might say. But I 
didn't want to tell her."

I looked at her with some compassion and sympathy. She had been 
worried for me, even concerned about how I would take it all.

"But she demanded I tell her what was on my mind. She wouldn't 
even ride me around the office like usual. Even after she furiously 
struck my breasts with a ruler I still didn't tell. I didn't want you 
to get any further involved with this mess. But then...."

I watched her looked down in shame.

"She told me to lay on the floor and spread my legs. I felt so 
helpless, laying naked on my back in my own office, my tits still 
pink, with Annie standing so superior between my legs. Then she 
lifted her sneaker and brought it flat onto my mound. I distinctly 
remember shivering, knowing such a dirty, filthy object was making 
full contact with my sex."

I shivered myself; know full well the degrading act of it all.

"Then she began grinding her foot against me. I hated it; it was just 
so disgusting. But...I also needed it so bad. Not even my husband 
touches me there any more and it just felt...."

"You horny slut!" I cursed at her, slapping her in the face. I actually 
slapped my own boss. I just couldn't help it knowing my trust had 
been betrayed by a horny old Mrs. Polk, red tits and all, getting her 
rocks off fucking herself silly on a teenager's dirty sneaker.

"And that's it! You just gave in like that?"

"No. I promise I still tried. Even with her rubbing me I still refused 
to tell. But before I could....climax....she moved that damn foot 
away. I cried and cried for her to continue, but she just laughed at 
me. You just don't know how hard it has been for me, not sleeping 
with my husband anymore. I needed release SO BADLY. Finally 
someone would give it to me."

"You mean a fourteen year old girl?"

She shamefully put her hands to her face, hiding it from me.

"She demanded I beg for it. Beg to have her wedge her shoe up 
inside me. I did of course, and much, much more. I confirmed that I 
was her principal pet pony. That I like to crawl around in my office 
in my underwear with students sitting on me. She also made me 
admit that I am a horny old pig who lusts after middle school girls. 
That I secretly look through my window and diddle myself as I 
watch the school girls playing sports outside. She made me admit all 
of it, especially all about you. That you know almost everything."

I felt betrayed and hurt. This was my boss and my friend. She's 
supposed to protect and help me with the students, not blabber away 
private discussions between teacher and principal on the soles of a 
teenager's sneaker.

But another feeling also entered my mind, this one of anger. The 
little brat Annie had already known about me the day I practically 
offered her the chance to turn me into her pony. She knew I was 
fully aware of how she enjoyed frequent pony rides on the back of 
her middle school principal and she still FLAT OUT turned me 
down. To think, being turned down by a fourteen year old was 
actually getting me upset, but it was. It made me feel just like I was 
when I was in middle school and all the girls wouldn’t want to play 
with me.

I looked back at the still shamed, sniveling woman.

"So, now you need my help to put an end to this, don't you? That's 
why you sent me the note?"

I was surprised when she shook her head no.

"The note was her idea. She...she wanted you to come and see us. 
She wanted you to see the other two girls sharing in 
my....humiliation."

I stared at her with my mouth wide open in complete shock. Annie 
had wanted me to come?

"I had already pleaded with her to please stop involving more 
students. That it would soon get out of hand and I'd loose my job. 
For once she actually showed pity for me. She told me that she 
would stop involving her friends under one condition."

As I waited for her to let the cat out of the bag, I held my breath. I 
suspected I wouldn’t approve of the 'ONE' condition.

"She wants....you....to......find another teacher for her to play 
with."

My mouth actually managed to get even wider.

"You've got to be kidding?"

She shook her head no. "She made it perfectly clear to me. Either 
you get another teacher from the school to become a pony, or 
she'll....expose me to the entire school."

"Expose you? How?

"She'll strip me down to my underwear and....ride me through the 
halls when all the students are out there. <SNIFF> Oh Karen, as 
terrifying as that seems, I don't think I would have the strength to 
resist her. You HAVE to help me!"

I sat back onto the floor, just staring. Here was a middle school 
principal telling me, a teacher, that I had to go out and find someone 
to become a student's pet pony. HOW IN THE HELL was I suppose 
to do that???

"If you don't, I will be finished, or worse sent to prison." She had 
such a pleading look on her face, like I was the only person left in 
the world that could do anything to help her. Never mind that the 
only trouble this mature woman had was a tormenting middle school 
teen. I was still her only hope, and how do you say no to that?

So I agreed to help her. I didn't even know what the hell I was 
thinking agreeing to something like this. Yet the big hug she gave 
me numbed me just enough to get me home. It wasn't until I had 
nothing left to think about in my bed that the implications fully 
rushed into my head. I didn't get a single minute of sleep the whole 
night tossing and turning, thinking about how I would convince 
another teacher to risk throwing her life away? And WHO? I 
constantly ran through my mind every member of the faculty, from 
teacher assistants to thirty-year veterans. Which one of them would 
even want to completely mock their own profession in such a 
manner?

The next day I completely avoided making ANY eye contact with 
Annie. I just couldn't bring myself to a confrontation with her, even 
if it was just looking her way. Thankfully she played her part well, 
never once asking one of her typically annoying questions and 
generally being a 'nice girl' in my class. It was such a shame that it 
was all due to such depraving concessions from Mrs. Polk.

Over the next few days teaching class almost became secondary to 
me. My mind was constantly on finding another woman...another 
victim. Yet by the end of the week, I was still no closer. Even though 
Annie hadn't seemed to set a due date; I knew I didn't have forever. 
Who ever it would be, it would have to be soon or Mrs. Polk would 
be given her final ride.

"Hey Karen! Sitting alone again?" 

I looked up and gave a plastic smile, "Uh? Oh hi Janice...I'm ya, 
sitting by myself."

"Why is it every time I see you alone, its because you've got that 
perplexed look on your face?"

We were in the teachers' lounge eating lunch as Janice sat down 
across from me with her meal. Wouldn't this woman leave me alone! 
Couldn't she tell I needed some time to think? Annie's next victim 
wasn't going to land on my lap you know!

"Please tell me it isn't that retched girl again? Surely she's been put 
in her place by now?"

I looked down at my salad and flipped over a few leaves, a shameful 
sign of defeat.

"Your kidding? You mean she's still giving you a hard time?"

I nodded my head.

"Even after Mrs. Polk dealt with her?"

Another nod.

"And after you tried to make her behave yourself?"

I stopped nodding, thinking back to how I must have looked almost 
begging Annie to turn me into her little pathetic pet pony!

"Whew, that girl must be some tough cookie! Both you women have 
been working this school for decades, and still can't get this rotten 
apple to behave herself. I wish there was something I could do to 
help. I mean three heads are better than two, but what? I mean I've 
only been here for a year. If you lady's can't get her into shape, then 
I don't know what would!"

For the first time my eyes focused out of their daze and squarely on 
the 24 year old woman sitting across from me, holding the most 
innocent of expressions. Help? Me? With Annie? How? Those 
words were the only thing I heard as she spoke those last few words. 
Sitting before me was a young, fairly attractive, naive female 
teacher. A woman who didn't have a career panning decades, a 
career worth throwing away to the wicked dominating mind of little 
Miss Annie!

"Um...Janice..." I could hardly look her in the eyes as she smiled 
warmly, "...perhaps there IS something you could do to help..."

----

Four days later I felt absolutely horrible sitting at my desk watching 
all my students laugh and hustle out the door for the day. Just plain 
sick. I still couldn't believe I had actually betrayed a fellow teacher 
like I had. Sent to task a woman oh so eager to help me and Mrs. 
Polk. Off to the evil, bratty, sexy clutches of a teenage girl.

I looked around the class at the last remaining students leaving. 
None of them were Annie. Forty minutes ago she had been called to 
the school principals office to meet with Mrs. Polk. The classes made 
fun of her as she began to leave. If they only knew. I certainly did as 
Annie and I exchanged glances. We both knew her new toy was 
waiting almost gift wrapped for her in "Polky's" office. All she 
needed to do was go in there and do that wonderful thing she does. 
The erotic intoxicating arrogance what drives grown women wild 
with submissive lust. I bowed my head pathetically as she smirked 
past me, unable to match her stare longer than a second as my pussy 
started to itch.

I can still remember the look of relief on Mrs. Polk's face four days 
ago when I gave her the 'good news'. That I had found the perfect 
new pet pony for our Queen Bee. Janice Graff. The young full-of-life 
English teacher she had just hired not a year ago. Instead of feeling 
sorry for the young woman, Polk just let out a sigh and rubbed her 
skirt covered bottom soothingly. "Maybe she can finally use that 
paddle on someone else's rear...Ouch!"

I felt repulsed at that moment than ever before. How could the 
school principal, my boss, be so wrapped up in her own downfall as 
to not even care about including another woman in this depraved 
act? And even worse, how come it wasn’t me being the other 
woman?

Janice had the biggest of smiles when I asked her to help me at lunch 
four days ago. She seemed practically honored being asked to assist 
such respected women of the school. I felt like a complete dunce 
sitting there, explaining how she should arrange a meeting with 
Annie...in Mrs. Polk's office...where she could get to 'know' what 
Annie was all about. She sat there speechless for a moment before 
gushing at the chance to show us big girls how she can be a good 
teacher to. Gosh how pathetic Polky and I are...I mean Mrs. Polk!

So here I'm sitting at my desk, the last student scurrying out the 
door, leaving me alone in a room full of empty chairs. I look over at 
Annie's chair and shiver. Even her chair makes my knees quake. 
How could such a young teen command such power over grown 
women? How come all I can ever do when looking at that superior 
smirk is imagine myself on my hands and knees, crawling around 
my classroom as she sits astride me and kicks her heels into my 
thighs?

An impulse suddenly overwhelms me. Looking at the closed door I 
slowly rise as my breath quickens. Moving to the side of my desk I 
lower to my knees and begin crawling towards Annie's chair. 
Instantly I begin to moisten as I get closer and closer. An excitement 
I've never know fills me as I play this silly little game. As if she's 
really there, staring down at me with that smirk, almost laughing as 
her teacher, ME, crawls towards her crossed legs.

But when I finally get there, she isn't. That's because she's in Mrs. 
Polk's office, with Janice. Janice is the one who's probably on her 
knees crawling to Annie. Janice is the one getting her thighs kicked 
around the office as Mrs. Polk stands in the corner rubbing her soar 
red butt. Janice is the one who gets to be Annie stupid little pet pony 
while I'm here getting wet staring at her fucking class chair!

As pathetic as I have ever felt, I lower my lips to the middle of the 
seat and plant tender kisses upon in. This is the closest I'll ever get 
to worshiping her like I so crave. I kiss it once...I kiss it twice...
four times...seven...a hand slips between my skirt....ten...I begin to 
rub...thirteen..."oh Annie!"...

"Miss Anderson? You here?"

I jump to my knees, pull my wet hand out of my crotch and glance 
around in a panic. Standing at the door was another one of my 
students. A boy, no harm. Strange how I am more afraid now about 
teen girls than boys, but....

Thankfully the boy hadn't seen what his silly twit of a teacher was 
doing, only staring with a curious eye when I popped my head up 
from between the chairs. I made up the excuse that I was simply 
searching for a dropped pen and he shrugged his curious mind off 
while fetching a book he left behind. When he said goodbye I wasn't 
even listening. My mind was on Mrs. Polk's office. The degrading 
spectacle of Janice's profession that must surely be going on in there. 
They had been together for over an hour. Annie had Mrs. Polk and I 
wrapped around her fingers at hello. Janice didn’t stand a chance.

I had not been invited to attend, and I felt unwelcome. But I simply 
couldn't stand it any longer. If I couldn't be Annie's pet pony, then I 
should at least get to see what it would have been like. Getting to my 
feet I turned off the class lights, closed the door behind me and made 
my way down the hallways, past the cafeteria, past the teacher's 
lounge, past the meeting rooms, and to the door of one Mrs. Polk, 
school principal and my boss! And I listened....

<Sniff><Sniff>

I gasp at the sounds. Crying! Someone was crying. No, more like 
sulking. Was it Janice? Mrs. Polk?

Suddenly I heard mumblings. Someone was talking. Or was it people 
were talking? What were they saying?

<Slap><Slap><moan>

I gasp again, this time with my hand to my mouth. Was that Janice 
getting spanked? Who was moaning in pain?

More talking behind the door. It was louder now. A little urgent in 
tone, but still impossible to make out. I was dancing on the balls of 
my feet trying to figure out the scene beyond. Janice perhaps bent 
over Polk's table, nude red ass raised to the conquering vixen. Or 
was getting the yard stick on her pail white breasts like Mrs. Polk had 
gotten? And what was all the talking? Was Janice begging for more? 
I knew I would have been as I listen even closer.

It was at that moment that I realized the door wasn't locked. I held 
my breath as I stared at the handle, realizing how simple it would be 
to just turn it and peek inside. A chance to see Miss eager beaver 
helper on her knees, kissing up to the brat she promised to put in her 
place.

My cunny juices were now covering the inside of my thighs, moving 
on passed my drenched panties. All these images swirling inside my 
head attempting to match the sounds. I needed to see it, I wanted to 
see it! I wanted to see Janice and Polky be what Annie will never let 
me be, her little pet pony teacher bitch. Even though doing so might 
very well seal my fate as well. With all the muster and none of the 
courage I turn the handle and opened the door...

<Sniff><Sniff>

I stood frozen, trying to get my mind to comprehend exactly what I 
saw. Mrs. Polk sitting at her desk...fully clothed...Janice sitting on 
the front corner of the desk...fully clothed...both with not a tear on 
their face. Seated in two chairs directly before them were two people...
a couple...a man and a woman...a husband and a wife...and standing 
between then...rubbing her rear end with one hand...and her teary eyes 
with the other was a young teenage girl...named Annie.

I blinked several times, as if looking through water and trying to 
blink a clear image into focus. Each time the same picture appeared.

Everyone in the room turned and looked at the panting, sweaty, 
flushed teacher who just burst inside, Me.

"Oh perfect! Just in time! Mr. and Mrs. Green, this is Miss Karen 
Anderson, Annie's teacher. Karen, meet Annie's parents!" I continued 
to blink blankly as I cast my eyes to the smiling couple while Janice 
finished her introductions, then back to the sniffling Annie. What the 
hell was going on?

I looked back at Mrs. Polk, catching her eye just before she looked 
away shyly, before looking at Janice with an expression that could 
only say "What the fuck?" Sensing this she continued..."You see 
Karen, hearing about your problems controlling your unruly student 
I realized you and Mrs. Polk forgot to do the simplest of all 
things. Call her parents in for a meeting! I suppose I should have told 
Mrs. Polk and yourself that I had invited them, but none-the-less here 
we are!", Chirped Janice with the biggest of grins.

I looked back down at Annie, her eyes red and puffy, still rubbing 
her behind. Annie's father noticed my attention and offered a quick 
excuse, "Miss Anderson, I hope you have no problem with a few 
swats to my daughters rear. After everything Miss Graff and Mrs. 
Polk have told us, I simply couldn’t help discipline my girl with a 
few quick spanks. But she'll definitely get what’s coming to her 
when she gets home!"

Annie stiffened in fear and her face cringed.

"Miss Anderson," interjected Annie's mother, "I thoroughly 
apologize for my daughter's outrages behavior. We certainly haven't 
brought her up to be such disobedient little brat. I PROMISE you 
there will be a change in her behavior for the better. I only wish we 
would have been called in sooner..."

"Oh of course Mrs. Green, of course," added Janice, "But it's only 
because of Karen's good nature that she resisted calling you both. 
Earlier in the year she confided in me how she so deeply cared for 
your daughter. How she thought she saw a special connection with 
the troubled teen and so wanted to personally work to better her 
behavior." Annie's parents looked my way for confirmation and I 
nodded meekly.

"We'll I can speak for my wife when I say thank you for trying Miss 
Anderson, as well as to you too Mrs. Polk. I know full well the 
respected image you both have within the school and with all the 
students. And to think my own flesh and blood took such advantage 
of you both. NEVER AGAIN! ANNIE, TO THE CAR!!!

With her head hung down low, sniffling still emanating from her lips 
and a slightly soar butt, sexy bratty vixen Annie Anderson marched 
out Mrs. Polk's office door with the most humble of looks. Her 
parents shook all our hands, thanked us once again and followed 
their soon to be punished daughter out the door.

Janice turned around my way with that same big smile, "SO???? 
How about that? Not bad for a newbie teacher huh?"

"Janice I don't know...what to...say...." I looked at her blankly.

"Just say thank you. I know I did the easy thing and called her 
parents. I mean at this age I should be able to deal with a teenager 
without the threat of her mom and dad, but seeing how the two of 
you tried your best to get her to behave hadn't worked I figured I'd 
give it a try. That brat isn't so tough with her dad's hand smacked her 
little butt huh?" Janice giggled as she recalled the scene in her mind. 

I just simply stared at her in shock and awe, as was Mrs. Polk. It 
couldn't have been that simple was it? All those months, all those 
pleadings, all those humiliating pony sessions, all the weak knees 
could have been handled with a simple call of the phone? Couldn’t 
be?

"Well my work here is done. I'm so happy I was able to help you 
both and prove my worth. See you lady's tomorrow." And with that 
she was out the door, leaving Mrs. Polk and myself alone, staring at 
each other in disbelief.

For the next several moments we continued to stare, both thinking 
the same exact thing. This teenage girl came into our lives and turned 
two well respected, decorated, no non-sense women into complete 
and total puppies for her attention. This cute, sexy misbehaving brat 
had the school's principals kissing her feet and eating out of her 
hands, and had me, the top teacher practically begging for the same. 
And yet here comes little Miss greenhorn newbie teacher and in two 
seconds had put our goddess squarely in her place, crying and 
sniffling out the door with her parents.

Our minds swirled with thought. Janice had just proven how our 
months of submissive work had been for nothing. But worse yet, she 
had taken away the one thing we had grown to love the most, our 
Queen Annie. Her image of youthful dominance over us horny 
desperate women was shattered in mere moments. A heartache we 
never thought we would experience, especially like this. I NEVER 
expected it to end like this. What were we going to do now?

As if reading my mind, Mrs. Polk....Polky opened her side desk draw 
and reached inside. A moment later it lifted back out, holding a 
white cotton fabric. Carefully she laid it at the center of the desk. 
Looking back up at me she slowly rose from her chair, then stared 
back down at the fabric. I was now standing directly across from her, 
on the other side of the desk staring at it as well. We took one last 
look at each other and pathetically shrugged, before bending down 
and resting our sniffing noses on Annie's white cotton panties. Our 
rubbing fingers did the rest in our own wet ones.

In the meantime, off in the distance Mr. Green was busy pulling 
the car out of the school parking lot. He was an upset man. Upset at 
having to be called out of work early for a teacher-parent meeting 
concerning his troubled teen daughter. Nope, he wasn't happy at all. 
Neither was Annie for that matter. She didn't like it when her father 
was mad, her sore bottom attested to that. That's why kneeling 
between her cute legs was Mrs. Green, carefully and lovingly 
licking away at her troubled young daughter's pristine pink pussy. 
Mrs. Green pulled her tongue away just long enough to look up 
pleadingly, "Please baby, promise me you'll behave in school! At 
least for your father's sake? You know how angry he gets!"

Annie smirked down at her wet faced mother, "Sure mommy, I 
promise to behave". Placing a hand on the back of her mom's head, 
Mrs. Green went back to work making her precious teenage bratty 
daughter behave.


The End!
Annie's Panties


"NO, everything is not OK. I need you to be Annie's pet pony!"
(Miss Anderson thinking to Janice)

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