All characters are 18 or older.
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Thankfully, the drive home from school was a short one. Denise was still a bit disoriented as she pulled into her driveway and staggered out of her car to her front door. She opened her door and went straight down the hall to her bedroom, tossing her purse on the dresser and flopping down onto her bed.
"Oh my god," Denise mumbled, "what just happened...what did that boy do to me...?" She just lay there for a few minutes, hoping her head would start to clear a bit, but the experience she had just went through was still overwhelming her thoughts. 'Did that really just happen?' she thought to herself. Maybe soaking in a warm bath would help, she thought, and so she finally got herself up, walked to the bathroom, undressed, and turned on the water to just the right temperature.
As Denise lay back in the warm tub, soaking, her thoughts kept drifting back to the events of the day, and the feeling that accompanied those thoughts was humiliation. She had never been so humiliated in her whole life! There was the physical humiliation of being tied over two student's desks, and blindfolded, and stripped, and driven to a mind-blowing orgasm with her own vibrating egg in her own classroom.
But it was the verbal humiliation that was really driving Denise crazy. She kept hearing his words echoing through her mind as she lay in the tub, trying to relax. 'Stupid cunt', he had called her, "silly little bimbo', 'good girl', 'don't worry your pretty little head about it', and 'don't try to think, it's not what you're made for, anyway'. Her eyes closed as she heard the words again. Here she was, a college graduate and a respected, experienced high school teacher, and a student, a boy half her age, was putting down her intelligence!
Denise didn't even realize that her left hand had slid down her tummy, until it had slid down a bit farther, between her legs. Her eyes opened in horror. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed out loud, as she realized the verbal humiliation was somehow turning her on! She sat up suddenly in the tub, then stood up and turned on the shower to rinse off. She had been relaxing long enough!
A little while later, Denise was sitting at her writing desk, in a pajama short set, trying to compose her thoughts and write out a plan of action. After all, that's how she handled every other issue that came up in her work.
'First off,' she wrote, 'he said he had taken pictures. I need to confront him about those, find out if he's just blowing smoke', she added as she took more notes. Denise tried to think back again; she couldn't remember ever hearing a clicking sound from a camera. 'Maybe,' she thought, 'he thinks the threat of them is enough to intimidate me!' She steamed a bit as she decided that was not about to happen!
'Second, I need to meet with Sara and Melanie, without him around. He is NOT going to derail my two brightest students!'
'Third, I need to find out more about this boy. I need to contact his father somehow-if what Ms. Stewart said is true, he might be the key to stopping him. I need to get something on him, so I can get control of this situation!'
Satisfied for now with her plan of action, and quite mentally exhausted from the events of the day, Denise ate a light supper and called it an early night. Her last thought before sleep overcame her was that tomorrow was going to be a hell of a lot different than today...
2
Denise woke up the next morning, refreshed, happy, and raring to go. She thought as she started to get herself ready, that she must have had a really nice dream, although she couldn't remember anything about it. The humiliation and shock from the events of the day before had been replaced with determination and a plan to set everything right, the way it should be.
She checked the temperature and the weather forecast, it was going to be another mild day for late January. Denise picked out a lavender button-up blouse and a black skirt that went almost to her knee, which was the dress code for teachers in her district. She had already picked out a lavender bra and panty set so the blouse was a logical fit. Then she slid on a pair of thigh high stockings and her favorite pair of black ankle boots. She checked herself in the mirror and smiled at her appearance, then she grabbed her purse and things and headed out the door to school.
She walked into the school a few minutes before she had to be in her classroom for first period, which gave her the time she needed to stop by the office and let them know she was going to need a substitute for her morning classes the next day. Denise had decided that the best way to try and meet Dick's father would be when Dick was in school-hopefully his father would be home, and if not, perhaps someone would be who could shed some light on Dick and give her something she could use on him. That was part 3 of her plan; Denise was going to try to accomplish the first two parts later that very day.
Her classes that day fell differently than the day before; instead of her free period being in the morning, it would be in the afternoon. She had two classes of World History before her third period senior geography class, and both passed rather uneventfully. The bell rang to end her second class, and Denise sat at her desk, anticipating Dick's arrival as she thought about what she was going to do.
She looked up as he walked in, smiling to no one in particular, dressed in a green t-shirt and jeans. Right behind him were Sara and Melanie, and it almost looked to Denise as if the two girls were competing to see which one could get through the door first! Finally they both made it through and followed Dick into the classroom. Denise frowned at their behavior-they seemed to be fawning all over him as if he were the second coming of Brad Pitt!
The three took their seats, in a slightly different order than the day before-Dick was sitting directly behind the two star students. The rest of the class were taking their seats as the bell rang to begin class.
Denise smiled as she stood up to address the class. "I hope everyone read the assigned chapters last night...because we are going to have a pop quiz to start class today!" The class collectively groaned a bit, but it was short-lived for the most part; this was an Advanced Placement course after all, and these students were the smartest seniors and pop quizzes didn't tend to faze them as much.
She took a stack of papers and began to pass them out to the class. Each quiz was two pages, stapled together, with twenty-five multiple-choice questions. She finished passing them out and then took her seat to watch as the class started taking the quiz. Denise was watching Dick, Sara, and Melanie in particular, to see their reaction as they turned to the second page. She had placed a Post-It note on each one of their quizzes on the second page. On Dick's, it asked him to please stay after the class was over to talk to her; and on the girls' notes, it asked them to come back after the last class of the day for a few minutes, and not to tell anyone about it. If her plan was going to work, she needed to get the girls' attention without letting Dick know what she was doing, in case his threat about the pictures had any merit.
After twenty-five minutes, all the students had finished and Denise collected the quizzes. She spent the remainder of the day on her prepared lesson, and finally the bell rang to end the class. She stood there watching everyone else get up and leave, as Dick picked up his backpack and walked calmly up to her desk.
He stood there eye to eye with her again, his back to the classroom door as the last students left and the door closed behind them. "You wanted to see me, Denise?"
"Yes...Dick," she replied. He smiled upon hearing her call him by that name. "What happened yesterday...I'm not going to let you ever do anything like that again, do you understand?"
"I think you are mistaken, little girl. You seem to have forgotten who is in control here," Dick answered calmly but firmly. "Did you forget about the pictures, you stupid cunt?"
"Don't you call me that!" Denise exclaimed. "I am a 38 year old woman, your teacher, for Christ's sake - not a little girl or a stupid cunt! And you're lying about there being any pictures...!"
"I don't lie, Denise," he stated calmly, as he reached into his backpack and pulled out a digital camera. He turned the camera and held it up to her face so she could see the display, then he pressed the play button...
