Nathan Silvers - Teacher in training

The alarm rang and Aurora Instrom reached out, to shut it off. She lay there in the semidarkness feeling very unhappy.

Wearily she got up and showered, wondering if things at this school would be as bad as she thought they would.

She had thought she wanted to be a teacher, but she'd done very badly at college and didn't know why. As a result her grades weren't that good and this school was the only one that had even interviewed her.

She had been frightened at the interview. The headmaster, Brett Harmon, and his wife Karla had been friendly enough, but there was a sternness to them, a strange feeling of menace that put Aurora off. Also both of them had looked at her strangely, made her stand, up, walk around. She was sure Brett, at least, had been examining her body.

But they offered her a contract and she signed.

As she put her makeup on, Aurora hoped that there wasn't anything sexual in Brett's attention. Here in this reform school for seniors in high school, she would be in constant, day-to-day contact with them and things could be difficult and embarrassing.

She was also worried by the uniform she had to wear. It was one thing that the girls had to wear uniforms, and the boys in the adjoining school, but for the teachers to have to dress like this was rather humiliating. Still, Aurora had met many of the teachers and most of them had been there for several years and looked very happy. And they didn't worry about the uniform.

So Aurora slid the white mesh stockings up her long, shapely legs, watching in the mirror how the skin-hugging nylon set off the curves of her thighs and calves. Then came the little white and pink bodice, with the lacy straps down to the stockings tops. The bodice stopped just short of her lovely full tits and ended above her tight, swelling ass. When she had fastened all the hooks, Aurora stared at herself in the mirror. It was too blatantly sexual and Aurora didn't like that.

She'd had relationships with men, it wasn't that she was against sex, she assured herself as she pulled on the pussy-hugging white panties. But they had all been such disappointments. If that was sex, then Aurora could do without it. In fact, she hated it. They just put her on a bed, stuck their cocks in and fucked her for a few minutes at most, and then filled her lovely little pussy with that horrible cum. It was disgusting and after a few attempts, Aurora gave it all up.

She put on the quarter-cup, white bra. White was for the new teachers. At some point, she had been told, she would move onto red and then black and then whatever she wanted. But that was a long way away.

Then came the white blouse, cut very low, almost to her nipples. The effect had made Aurora very embarrassed when she met the other teachers, it was almost as if they were flaunting their tits, legs and asses.

The tight white skirt was pulled in at the waist by the wide belt. The hem of the skirt barely covered her stocking tops and made her even more embarrassed. With the white, five-inch heels as a final touch, Aurora stood and realized that she hated what she looked like. Her lovely blonde hair, falling around her face to her shoulders, set off her soft, pouting lips in the deep shade of red lipstick she wore, the high cheekbones, her wide-set hazel eyes and her slightly turned-up nose.

Aurora's tits were high, thrusting out. The quarter-cup bra accentuated her cleavage. Her slim waist led down to the luscious swell of her ass and her long, curvaceous legs.

She picked up the thin cane that all teachers had to carry everywhere and looked at it. There was no way she would ever be able to use this on the girls. She would gain their respect that was the way to teach.

Breakfast was the next humiliation. The hundred or so girls looked at her and the teachers chuckled at her discomfort as she sat down. She was blushing furiously by the time it was over and she went to her assigned class.

She opened the door with fingers that were visibly trembling, to face ten teenagers in their red-and-white uniforms. They looked at her with furtive hostility and one of them, a little ash blonde sitting near the back, sniggered openly.

"Now, girls," Aurora said, "my name is Miss Instrom, but you can call me Aurora. I'm going to be…"

"Who the fuck cares?" the little blonde said.

"What did you say?" Aurora asked, sweat breaking out on her forehead.

"I said, who the fuck cares?" the little blonde said, polishing her nails. Several of the other girls laughed.

"I hope you'd like to get to know me," Aurora said, her blushes getting deeper. She gripped the cane desperately.

"What for?" the little blonde said. "I mean you got this job the way they all got it. Blowjob was it? I mean you know what this place is really like?"

She sneered and leaned back, sliding her skirt up her thighs, revealing her tight red panties.

"If you wanna get in here good," she said, "you better suck my pussy."

"What? Stop that!" Aurora shouted as the class broke into shrieks of laughter. "Girls, stop it!"

"Come on, Miss," another of the girls shouted, "we blow enough cocks, you come and blow us!"

The laughter doubled and Aurora cringed back.

"Come on, Aurora!" the little blonde yelled, getting up on the desk. "Show us your pussy!"

She teased her skirt right up and slid her panties down her legs, showing the blonde cuntmound beneath.

"Put your panties on!" Aurora pleaded.

"Put them on for me," the girl challenged and Aurora broke into floods of tears. She fled from the classroom and down the hall to the headmaster's office. Without knocking, she rushed in and was halfway across the room before she came to a horrified halt, staring at what she saw Brett Harmon was standing at one end of his desk. Tied hand and foot, face-down on the desk was a pretty dark-haired girl, dressed in the pink-and-black uniform of a senior. Her blouse was open, her rather large tits were pressed into the leather top of his desk, her skirt was up, over her back and her panties were on the floor. Her face hung over the edge of the desk and her soft mouth was deep on Brett's cock, sucking it for all she was worth while she struggled violently with the ropes that held her wrists and ankles to the edges of the desk.

The girl's ass was covered with red lines and the red was spreading all over her ass-flesh. Above her stood Karla, a short-handled, single-tailed leather whip in her hand. There was a cracking noise and the whip lashed over the girl's ass.

Her bubbling scream rang out from around Brett's cock and she rammed her mouth deeper onto his prick.

"W-what?" Aurora stammered. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, come in, Aurora," Brett said, "sit down, we have some disciplining to do, we won't be long. You've got a problem?"

The whip landed again and the girl gave a piteous scream, her throat stretching to take Brett's massive cock as her desperate heave rammed it deeper in.

"Lulu here was caught fucking a boy when he was on punishment parade," Brett said. "That sort of thing had to be dealt with very severely. Again, Karla."

Karla lashed the whip into Lulu's ass and the little dark-haired girl's scream rang round the room.

Aurora panicked, this was too much. "I must go. I resign, I can't…"

"Sit down!" Brett snapped and Aurora wavered, there was such command in his voice. He pulled his cock out of Lulu's mouth and advanced on Aurora.

Aurora hovered over the chair and Brett pushed her down into it, his cock bobbing close to her face, hard and menacing.

"You'll do as you're told!" Brett snapped. "You won't get a job anywhere else. I took you because of your looks and body, honey, not because of your mind. And you're gonna learn how to use them. Now wait until I've finished and…"