The story is about a young man who gives his teacher a lesson in payback

Miss Jay stood before me, her pert nose in front of my
face. “Martin,” she said in her usual scolding tone, “I will
not tolerate your attitude any further! Your attitude
is disrupting the whole class!” “You’re the only one who is disrupting the class,” I
calmly replied. She moved away from me, her eyes wide with shock, her
face flush with anger. “HOW DARE YOU!” she screamed.
“HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK AT ME!” For a minute I thought she was going to hit me. Now
THAT would have been killer for her! A teacher hitting
a student in front of everyone else would have been a
major scandal. But no, she stood there, her arm
outstretched and shaking towards the door. “Get out of here RIGHT NOW!” she screamed. “NOW!” I knew what that meant. Time for another visit to
Principal Henley’s office. My crime? Wearing a Playboy
polo shirt! Let’s start at the beginning. Ever since I’ve turned 18
I’ve been a big fan of Playboy Magazine. It’s a family
tradition. My father read Playboy, my uncles read
Playboy, my cousins read Playboy. Even my 88-year-old
grandfather likes Playboy. (We have to sneak in some
issues for him to read, since Grandma doesn’t care for
it.) My cousin Cindy has even appeared in Playboy for
their “Girls of College” pictorial a year back. She’s
now thinking about trying to be a playmate! She
certainly has the body for it! Anyways, some of the birthday gifts my father got me
included a subscription to Playboy Magazine and some
Playboy shirts and hats. All very tasteful stuff, I
assure you. At least tasteful according to OUR
standards. My English teacher, Miss Kelly Jay, has a different
opinion about that. She’s one of those prim and proper members of the
Christian Coalition. Ultra-conservative. She looked
like one of those school teachers from the old days.
You know the kind – blouses buttoned up all the way to
the neck, skirts that went down to the tops of her
shoes, hair tightly done in a bun, wire-rimmed glasses
on a silver chain, gold crucifix around her neck. She
HATES Playboy and everything it represents. To her, I
might as well wear a shirt that had the letters 666 in
dripping red blood on the front. Miss Jay and I have had our differences before this,
but when I started wearing the Playboy shirts it seemed
to validate every fear and suspicion she had about me.
She’s asked me not to wear the shirts to school, and
we’ve gone a few rounds with the principal and school
superintendent about this issue. I’ve always won, but
only because the school didn’t want to get into a free
speech lawsuit. But that hasn’t stopped her from
claiming I was “disrupting” her class with my
“attitude.” This usually happens every time I’ve worn
these shirts. She’d have one of her little ass-kissing
acolytes (or is that cross-kissing?) back her up so I’d
have to go on detention. She’d personally draw
detention duty so she could continue her moralization
lessons on me. She couldn’t use the bible in class, so
she’d pull out some “studies” (and I use the term very
loosely) supplied from the Christian Coalition on
pornography. I’d have to listen to this shit for a
couple of hours, then write a paper on it expressing my
views. One thing
was certain, I wasn’t lacking in my writing skills! Today was no exception. Principal Henley looked up at
me, shook his head in frustration, then gave me yet
another day of detention. Normally I’d be steamed, but
not this time. In fact, I PLANNED on this happening! You see, I was sick and tired of hearing Miss Jay’s
moralizing sermons time and time again. Tired of her
acolytes hassling me between classes. Tired of her
self-righteous attitude and her smug disposition that
her views were the final word on any issue. When she
started this personal crusade I made it my mission to
find some way to break her. Now all I have to do is to
wait until the end of school, and she’s mine! It took almost forever for the day to end. I gathered
all the materials I needed from the locker and put them
with my homework. I walked by the twenty or so acolytes
as they gathered for their end-of-day prayer sessions
at the flagpole. I had to walk by them in order to get
to the administration building, so I couldn’t avoid
their comments. “Satan!” “Whore-monger!” “Pedophile!” “We’ll pray for your salvation!” Nice Christian folks, in a Joe McCarthy/Roy Cohn kind
of way, . The detention room was empty. Good. Nobody else to
worry about. I sat down in my usual seat at the front
of the room and waited for Miss Jay to enter. Any other
teacher would have already been here, but I knew she
couldn’t come in just yet. She still had to lead the
“unofficial” prayer at the flagpole first. “It pains me to have to be here,” she said as she
finally arrived. She had her usual sour face and the
armful of notes to go over with me. “I have prayed and
prayed for you to see the light and welcome salvation,
but today’s outburst shows me that my prayers have yet
to be answered.” “We all have our crosses to bear,” I said calmly. She paused slightly. Then she replied “Yes, and you are
my burden.” After setting down her paperwork, she began lecturing
me on today’s issue, which was once again about the
evils of pornography. She ran down all the usual
extreme cases of child molesters and brutal rapists.
She even mentioned the interview she saw of serial
killer Ted Bundy, who claimed porn drove him to rape
and kill women. Anyone with even half a brain knew that
Bundy was a liar and a master manipulator who got away
with the biggest mind-fuck of his life, and is still
getting away with it because of people like Kelly Jay
and her bible-thumping friends. Anyways, it was all pretty boring stuff after you’ve
heard it time and time again. And I have. It was so
predictable I already had my essay written on the
subject. All I was doing was feigning attention as I
kept an eye on the outside window. Miss Jay continued
as she always did about the subject. She even threw in
stuff about the Internet. I’ve never been online
before, but after hearing all the stuff she was talking
about it made me eager to see if half of it was true. Finally I saw Principal Henley get into his car. He was
usually the last member of the administration to leave.
The janitor won’t even be around to clean up this
building for another four hours. I waited another minute to make sure Henley didn’t
forget anything before making my move. “Excuse me, Miss Jay,” I said as I interrupted her
lecture. “Yes?” she said, annoyed that I broke her train of
thought. “Don’t mean to interrupt you, but I’m getting a glare
coming from the parking lot and it’s really bothering
me. Would you mind if I closed the curtains?” She looked at the window, then at the clock. She still
had another hour left. “Yes,” she replied. I got up from my desk and closed the lone curtain. The
room darkened a bit as my eyes adjusted to the
florescent lights. “Is there anything else?” she asked as I returned to my
seat. “Yes,” I said with a grin. “Take your clothes off.” She blinked. “What did you say?” “Take your clothes off.” Her eyes went wide in shock. “How, How DARE YOU!?” My fingers went to the cassette player I had in my book
bag. The volume was cranked up loud enough to echo in
the room. It was her voice in the throws of sexual pleasure. Her face went white. “How, How did you? OH!” I had pulled out an 8X10 glossy of her in a motel room
with an older gentleman. Her blouse was open and his
mouth was sucking on her ample tits. I threw the photo
at her, then pulled out more pictures showing him
undressing her, her sucking on his cock, her being
mounted on the bed, and the two of them holding each
other like lovers. I had even included some close-ups
so there would be no mistaking who the two participants
were. “I was shocked,” I said as I turned the tape player
off. “To learn that you and Councilman Gray were having
an affair. Such nice upstanding Christian man. And he’s
married too!” She trembled. “What, what do you want?” “I’ve put up with your shit for four years,” I said.
“You’ve targeted me for scorn, you’ve made me your pet
project for your little acolytes, and you’ve threatened
to fail me for no other reason than because I don’t
share your views. Well I’ve found out you’re no better
than me. In fact, you’re even worse because I don’t
hide my tastes like you do. So now it’s payback time.” Her hand clutched the gold crucifix. “Now take off your clothes.” She closed her eyes in shame. “I can’t. I can’t do it!” I put on the tape again, the sounds of her and the city
councilman echoing in the room. “If you don’t I’ll make
sure everyone knows about the two of you. I’ve got more
than these tapes and pictures. I’ve got plenty of
copies stashed about, as well as the negatives, and
even a couple of videotapes of the two of you. The
scandal may not harm you too much, but it will end your
lover’s career and his hopes of running for governor on
the family values ticket. Do you REALLY want to be
known as the next Donna Rice?” Her face was flushed. I could see tears start to well
up. Her nervous hands reached for the top button of her
blouse. “P-please,” she said, “turn the tape off, ” I did, and watched as she took off her blouse. “May the
Lord forgive me for the actions I am about to do,” she
mumbled as she unzipped her skirt. “I can only hope He
has the grace to grant me the strength to endure this
penance for my sins.” Her skirt fell to the floor. She stood there in her white slip. Her arms shook and
there were tears streaming down her face. “Take off the crucifix,” I ordered. “You don’t deserve
to wear it anyways.” Her eyes opened wide in a silent plea. I sat there with
a determined look, then turned the tape back on. She
reached behind her and took unclasped the chain. The
metal gave a soft clang as she set it on the desk. “Come around and continue to disrobe,” I told her. “I
want you naked as Eve in the garden.” She walked around, her face back down in shame. She
pulled her shoes off, then sat down on the desk to
remove the white stockings. Then came the slip. She stood there in her bra and panties. Even with her
hair up and her glasses on she was quite beautiful.
Such a waste to have a hot body as hers imprisoned by
such a hypocritical mind. “Please,” she said. “Turn the tape off, this is
embarrassing already.” “You still have on some clothes left,” I said. “Take
them off as well.” She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. The wire-
frame brassiere released her massive mammaries to the
naked air. Then she slowly put her hands on the
waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her
ankles. “You still have something on,” I told her. She pulled her glasses off and put them down on the
desk. Then, almost by instinct, she let her blond hair
down. She stood there, one hand trying to cover her
breasts, the other covering up her crotch. I turned the tape off then stood up. “Undress me.” Six feet of space separated her naked frame from me.
She figured as long as she stayed away from me she’d be
safe. Just take her clothes off. Nothing I hadn’t seen
from the pictures. But now she became aware of the full
scope of what I wanted to do with her, and the
consequences if she didn’t. “Come here and undress me!” I ordered her. She shakily walked towards me. Like a robot, she pulled
my shirt off, then undid my jeans. She pulled my shoes
off before working my pants down to my ankles. Once out
of them she paused in front of my groin. I still had my
briefs on. She could see how long and hard I was
already as it bulged through. “Do it!” She reached out and pulled my briefs down. My cock
sprung out at her and she jumped back slightly. I’m not
“massively” proportioned, but I certainly have more
than most guys. Certainly more than Gary Gray. Just how
she reacted was proof enough. She flinched at the sight of my erect phallus. “P-
please,” she begged, “don’t do this. It’s wrong.” “No more wrong than being a hypocrite cheating on a
married man,” I replied. “You asked God for strength.
Ask him for some more while you suck on my cock.” She still had her head down and away from me. “Please,
I beg you for the Lord’s sake, Don’t make me do this!
Don’t shame me like this, not like this!” I put the tape back on. “You mean you’d rather be
shamed publicly?” She shook her head. “No, no, please, turn it off!” “Then take my cock into your mouth and suck on it!” She looked at me, beat red in embarrassment, then, with
her eyes once again closed, took my member into her
mouth and slowly began sucking on it, like a baby on a
pacifier. “Look at me,” I told her. She continued to have her eyes closed. She didn’t want
to see me. She didn’t want to see my satisfaction as
she further humiliated herself. “I said LOOK at me,” I said forcefully. She did, with tears streaming down her eyes. She was no
longer Miss Jay, my pious English teacher. She was
Kelly Jay, the woman who defiled her beliefs by having
an affair with a married man. The woman who was a
mockery of everything she professed. A slut, not even
good enough to be called a cheap whore. “Suck it Kelly,” I said. It felt odd calling her by her
first name. A rush of power almost as good as the
pleasure she was giving. She wasn’t my superior
anymore. She wasn’t even my equal. She bobbed her head faster, trying to get me off quick.
She resisted sucking on my cock at first, but now that
she was doing it, she tried desperately to make me cum
soon. “Stop,” I told her. But she continued. “I said STOP.” I put my hands to her head and pulled
her mouth away from my rod. A trail of pre-cum and
saliva ran from the tip to her lips. Not good, I thought. I didn’t plan on forcing her to do
anything. I wanted her to do it all. I wanted Kelly to
do all the action, that way she couldn’t say I
physically forced her to do anything. I turned off the tape. “Lean back on the desk,” I told
her. She did, and for the first time I got to marvel at her
naked body. Now I have popped some cheerleader cherries
in my time, so seeing a woman naked by itself was no
shock to me. But Kelly was no cheerleader. She was ten
years older than anything I ever fucked or wanted to
fuck. Everything about her was different. More mature.
More developed. Kelly had beautifully large breasts. Nice, round, and
full. The kind you fantasize about. The kind you wish
all women had. Tracing down to her belly, she really
didn’t keep herself too fit. There was little
definition there. She had an “out” bellybutton. Going
further, I found her thick mound. She didn’t trim it at
all. Oh well, I wasn’t planning on eating her out today
anyways. “Spread your legs,” I told her. She did and, much to
her embarrassment, I noticed that she was getting wet
already! Perfect! Once again, she shut her eyes and turned her head away
from me. “Please Martin, In the name of our Lord,
please don’t do this, . not like this!” “I won’t be doing anything,” I said. “You will. Now
guide me into you.” I positioned myself so that the tip of my cock was just
in front of her cunt-lips. The smell of sexual
anticipation was in the air. I could feel it. So could
she. Her hand reached out blindly towards me. “You’ll have to look at me to do it,” I told her. “I’m
not going to have you lie back like a fuck-doll.” She looked back up at me. Now there was anger in her
eyes. She wasn’t going to play the victim in this. She
can’t claim she was raped. She mumbled something, then
reached out to my awaiting rod and dragged me into her. “UUUUUHHHHH!!!” she loudly grunted as she pulled my
cock into her pussy. Once in I began slowly pumping her. “Oh, yeah, Kelly!
Yeah baby! UNNGGHH!!” I watched her face as she tried desperately not to get
aroused, not to feel me inside her. She had her eyes
closed tightly as I continued to pump myself into her. “Yeah Kelly, do you feel it?, UHHH! Oh yeah! So
nice… OHHH TEAH!” I put one hand on her breast. She bit
into her lip. “You feel it, don’t you Kelly? OH YEAH!
Feel it build… YEAH! You’re a slut Kelly, UUNNGGHH!
Admit it. Don’t hide it… UH…” For a minute I thought that she’d be silent all through
this, then I heard her pant. Then a soft moan. She WAS
getting aroused by this. Then the moaning got louder. “OH!!” she cried. “UUNGHH! OH GOD! I-I…” “Say it!” I said as I picked up the pace. “You’re a
slut, say it!” “YES!” she said bawling. “I’m a slut! AAAGGHH! Oh GOD
I’m a slut! AHHH YESSS!” The fact that she came while admitting this was a bonus
to me. She sniffed and cried as I continued to pump my
rod in and out of her. “Hold me like the slut you are,” I told her. “Hold me
tight with your legs and arms while I cum inside you!” “Oh God, ” she sniffed, “please no, pull it out,
PLEASE!, Don’t cum in me!” But it was too late. I stiffened up and let out a loud
grunt. Kelly cried out as my cum shot into her. I held
onto her tight so she couldn’t get away. Then as my
climax subsided, I continued to hold onto her. “Please,” she murmured, “get off me.” I ignored her. “Please, I have to pee.” I continued to ignore her, and instead kept my eye on
the clock. Two minutes, three, four, My cock had
already shrunk back down to it’s normal size. “Don’t do this,” she said. “You’ve already come inside
me. Don’t make this sin any worse!” “I’m not done yet,” I told her. Then I began moving
myself in and out slowly. The sensation and warmth of
her vagina made my cock grow hard again. “No,” she said in a whisper. “Not again, please, no, ” I pulled my cock out of her. It was covered with cum,
both hers and mine. “Get it hard again,” I told her. “How?” she asked in a soft voice. “Use your hand.” She knelt down and wrapped her fingers around my cock.
It was sticky to the touch, but slick as she began to
masturbate me back to it’s formerly hard state. She had
never jerked a man off before, so I found her attempt
at it somewhat amusing. Once hard, I told her to lean on the desk. Her wide ass
stood in front of me. I gave it a good slap on both
cheeks, then entered her like a dog. “UUNNGGHH!!” she grunted as I reentered her. I began pumping into her, this time hard and fast. I
could hear my balls slap against her pussy. “OH GOD!” she screamed. “OH GOD!” I didn’t say anything while I fucked her. I couldn’t. I
wanted to fuck her hard and fast to make her cum as
many times as possible before I did. In every instance
when I watched her fuck that old political fart they
took their time. I bet she never got fucked so fast she
came more than once. “OH GOD! NO! I-I’M, CUMMING!!” I put my hands tighter around her wide hips as I
continued to piston myself into her pussy. She no
longer held against the desk, but instead started to
slide herself on top of the desk. “NO! OH GOD! NO!” I felt her pussy spasm as she climaxed once again. I
noticed that her hands balled up against some of the
papers she had pushed aside. I paused only brief enough
to grab hold of her big tits with both hands, then I
resumed my fucking. “I-I can’t! I can’t! Don’t! NOO! NOOO, DON’T MAKE
ME CUM AGAIN! PLEASE! AAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!!!!” She couldn’t take it any more, and neither could I. I
shot my load into her with force. She made some sounds
like “AA-AH” as my cock spasmed inside of her. Then I
collapsed on her back, my cock still inside her. This
time she didn’t bother asking me to get off her. It
would have been pointless anyways. I was so spent that
I couldn’t get off her even if I tried. She simply lay
there face down on the desk, panting. I got off her and put my clothed back on. She didn’t do
anything at all. Just lay there naked with her ass in
the air and cum dripping down her legs. She didn’t look
anything at all like the pious woman she pretended to
be. I finished getting dressed and pulled out the paper I
had already prepared. “Here’s the paper you wanted me
to work on for detention,” I told her as I slipped the
paper under her clenched fists. “As I pointed out, the
real evil is not sex, but the suppression of it. Now
here’s the deal: You will not flunk me out of class.
You will not put me on detention for expressing my
rights. You will not balk when I wear my Playboy
shirts. You will tell your acolytes to leave me alone.
You behave and after graduation you’ll get the photos,
tapes, and negatives. You or your acolytes misbehave
and your face will show up on every newspaper in town
as the biggest harlot around.” I left her with the photos. I had plenty more where
they came from anyways. I didn’t hear her say anything
as I left. She wasn’t crying or moaning. Simply panted
like a dog. That was the last time I ever was on detention. Kelly
didn’t do or say anything about that day, and I never
needed to bring it up. But I did notice a change in her
afterwards, even if nobody else could. She no longer
had a pious look on her face. That “I’m better than you
because I’m a devout Christian” look. Oh, she still
dressed like an old school marm with the buttoned-up
blouses and long skirts, and she still wore that gold
crucifix around her neck. But she no longer flaunted
her beliefs. Better still, her acolytes left me alone. A month later, I graduated from school. As promised, I
send her an anonymous package of the pictures, film
negatives, videos, and tape recordings. I still kept
three pictures behind in case she wanted to get back at
me, but by then it was more or less pointless. Kelly
requested a transfer to elementary school, but only
after taking a year sabbatical. Nobody ever said why
she asked for the year off except to say that at the
time her stomach started to stick out a bit. At the
same time, Councilman Gray dropped out of contention
for higher office, saying he wanted to spend his time
getting “closer” to his family. Nobody ever knew that the two events were somehow
connected. Nobody, except myself.