teaching teacher a lesson

TEACHING TEACHER A LESSON

part one.

Sean Beak lay in bed unable to sleep, it was a hot sticky summers night in Farm Cove and even with the window open it was humid in his small bedroom. Sean was angry with the world and everything in it tonight.
He and his best friend Duncan Whitewell had been suspended from school that day and it was all because that P.E teacher bitch Miss McIntosh had caught them smoking weed behind the Gymnasium.
Pamela McIntosh had come to Farm cove Highschool two years ago to take over the head physical education position and all the boys at the school, including Sean had a not so secret boner for her.
It wasn’t really a surprise all the boys were infatuated with Miss McIntosh. She was a tall athletic women in her mid twenty’s with long, straight strawberry blonde hair, that she always wore pulled back in a single sporty ponytail up high on her head. sharp, intelligent, green eyes looked out from behind thin framed stylish glasses balancing on the bridge of a long straight nose with a slightly sharp tip and below that a wide sensuous mouth with full pouty lips. Her pretty face was covered by a heavy dusting of freckle a from brow to chin that Sean found very sexy and because she always wore tight fitting sports tops and gym shorts he also often admired the freckles that adorned her strong looking shoulders and pronounced color bones, chest, arms and legs. She had a small bust not much bigger than some of the female students at the school with a long narrow tapering waist that flared at the hips and a big generous butt that Sean had jerked off to more than once and those long, tanned muscular arms and legs also gave him great wank bank material. Even though Sean was mad as hell with her right now he couldn’t help stiffening up under the sheets as he pictured her in his mind.
Truth be told though as much as all the boys at school found the young P.E teacher alluring they were also in equal measures terrified of her, due to the fact she was such a total authoritarian bitch, who handed out detentions and demerit points for the slightest infraction and during P.E classes shouted like a drill instructor in the army.
Sean had seen some boys cry during these ordeals including his friend Duncan who was a bit over weight and not the best at physical classes.
Because of Miss McIntosh’s strict code of conduct it didn’t take long for Sean and Duncan to come under the attention of her eagle eye and from then on she pursued them both with an almost psychotic relish.
Both boys had been on their final warning at the highschool after countless episodes of bad behaviour and that bitch really had it in for the two of them. Miss McIntosh never hid the fact she disliked them and a few months back when they got their final warning she’d cornered both boys outside the principals office and leaning close to them she’d said in a calm, low voice “I’m watching you two very closely now and I can not wait till you screw up again. Witch you will because your a couple of screw ups and that’s what screw ups do. They screw up. And when you do I’ll be right there.” She’d looked from one boy to the other with that trade mark smirk on her pretty face. She was leaning so close to Sean he could smell her subtle perfume of coconuts and sweet summer flowers, he could see the soft blond down hairs across the tops of the nice freckle dusted Cleavage pushing up out of her singlet, he could smell her breath, minty and fresh and despite his nervousness at the time he felt his cock twitch and harden in his shorts.
Then she strode off down the hallway whistling an upbeat tune to herself, that great ass wriggling back and fourth under her tight gym shorts.
True to her word when they did finally screw up she was right there to swoop down and catch them out. When Sean and Duncan decided today to cut class and get high behind the Gymnasium they didn’t realise the McIntosh bitch was tracking them from her second story office window that over looked the sports fields.
They went to their regular spot down the far corner where there was a grouping of small trees and lit up the joint. They were smoking and talking shit, laughing it up. Sean was just about to pass the doobie back to Duncan when a hand shot in and snatched it away making the boys jump.
“I’ll take that Mr Beak thank you!” Miss McIntosh said with authority. She had just appeared there like some sort of fucking Ninja. Sean couldn’t believe it.
She stood before them one hand on her hip the other holding the offending joint out before her. That annoying smirk lifting one corner of her lovely mouth causing a faint dimple in her freckled cheek. Her green eyes sparkled behind her glasses.
“You don’t know how happy you’ve made me today guys. I knew it was only a matter of time.”
Poor Duncan had begun to tear up “Please Miss-.” He began but she cut him of curtly.
“Can it fat boy. Your not talking your way out of this.” Sean couldn’t believe she called Duncan fat boy and he hated her for it.
“OK Mr Beak, Mr Whitewall, Principals office now. Move!”
Both of them jumped at her raised voice and did as they where told. What followed was a long humiliating walk to the office then a familiar scene unfolded. A long tedious speech from the principal then parents were called. Sean’s Dad having to come from work was plenty pissed off. Duncan’s mother berated his friend all the way out the door and then that was it. Three day suspension, grounded for ever, no play station blah blah blah from his Dad. And the whole time that bitch Pamela McIntosh stood against one wall of the office, arms folded across her chest, with a totally self-satisfied look on her face. She was really enjoying watching Sean squirm in his seat. What an absolute bitch.
He’d wanted nothing more in the world at that moment than to smash his fist into that smirking, freckle covered face, Feel her long pretty nose break with a satisfying crunch, smash those glasses right into her sparkling jade eyes. But of course he didn’t. He just sat there and took his medicine with a pointless scowl on his face.
But now as he lay in bed starring up at the ceiling he pictured in his mind what he’d do to that freckled twat. How he’d hurt her with his hands, with his teeth, with his cock, how he’d humiliate her, degrade her.
As he imagined torturing and rapping Miss McIntosh he began jerking off hard until he reached a long satisfying climax. He lay there breathing heavily, his spent jizz cooling on his belly and sticking the sheet to him.
He lay there for sometime more mulling stuff over in his head then reached over and got his phone off the nightstand. He checked the time. Just before one in the morning.
He opened up the text app and sent a msg to his friend Duncan.
*”Hey dude. You up?”*
He got reply almost instantly.
*”Yeah man. Can’t sleep…”*
*”Me either…”* he sent back
*”You grounded?” * He asked.
*”Yeah, like forever I think!”*
*”Ha! Me too. Sucks huh?”*
*”Totally bro. Its all that bitches fault!”*
*”I know it. I hate that cunt!”*
*”Me too man. I was just thinking how someone needs to teach her a good lesson. Know what I mean”*
There was a bit of a pause then Duncan text back *”You got an idea? If so I’m in!”*
Sean smiled *”Sure do bro. Just gotta think on it a bit. Be in touch soon. Peace”*
*”peace man.”*
Sean put his phone down and began to think some more. He was still thinking about Pamela when he fell asleep half an hour later.

– PART TWO –

Pamela McIntosh woke up on Saturday morning as usual a few minutes before her alarm went off at seven am. Pamela wasn’t one to lounge around in bed on the weekend so after stretching out her long body against the matters she threw back the covers and swung her feet out, sitting up on the edge of the bed.
Stretching her arms up above her head she yawned then stood up and walked over to the chair by her dresser where her running gear was waiting for her.
Her kit today included black Nike sports bra with a light blue Lycra Adidas singlet pulled over top then on her lower half lime green thong with banana yellow gym shots over top. As she got dressed Pamela checked out her reflection in the full length mirror on her closet door.
It had been a brilliant summer in the Cove and she”d gotten a great all over tan except where her bikini covered her, but the sun had also brought out her freckles strikingly. She could swear they became more abundant evert year. Pamela shrugged at her reflection, what could she do about it.
She retrieved her glasses off the nightstand and padded bare foot on the polished wood floor into the hallway. Pamela loved her little two bedroom house that she’d purchased for a good price when she moved to the Cove two years ago. She’d come to Farm Cove to escape the rat race in the big city and take on the Physical Education position at the local highschool and hadn’t regretted it for a second.
She loved the small town feel of the place. A real sense of community, relaxed friendly people and a peaceful, safe, quiet lifestyle. Unlike the frantic crowded life in Auckland where she’d grown up.
She went into her office that was set up in the spare room next to her bedroom and quickly checked her e-mails and Facebook. Nothing there that couldn’t wait till later.
Pamela lived alone and she liked it that way. It wasn’t that she didn’t like men, she’d dated a few over the years but had never found anyone who she mad a real connection with and she was in no hurry anyway so for now she was perfectly happy being her own boss.
She went into the kitchen dining area and drank two large glasses of water before retuning to her bedroom and choosing a pair of white and blue Nike running shoes from her large collection of sneakers.
Socks and shoes on she swapped her reading glasses for a pair of sunglasses, pulled her hair back into a pony tail and then pulled on a
Baseball cap, the pony tail going out the
hole in back. Last she strapped her I-Pod holder around her upper arm and then setting the I-Pod to the “run” playlist slipped it into its little pouch and put her head phones in.
She was ready to rock.