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Teacher Lust Part 1 by The Courageous Pedagogue. (C) The
Courageous Pedagogue 2002.


Part 1 - Goosed In The Home Room.

It was a hot and sticky August Monday in 1999 when I started my
new role as a Teacher of Geography at Weltby School. The teaching
staff were required to attend the school one week before the
pupils returned from their summer holidays to far off
destinations.

Although I had been a pupil at Weltby some six years previous,
the only people I recognised from my days as a pupil were the
headmistress, Miss Anne Greer, Mrs Gertrude Gasser the deputy
head and Fiona Clarke one of my old class mates and now also a
geography teacher.

We all gathered in the assembly hall for a welcome back speech
from the head and introductions to established staff members.
Being a familiar face, I sat next to Fiona on the second row. I
must admit that I had not kept in touch with her since we left
Weltby for University life. She was also 24 and had not lost her
girlish good looks. Fiona was quite a tall woman being 5 foot 10
and possessed a wonderful head of brown hair. When she smiled at
me I noticed a certain cheekiness with her and her blue eyes
sparkled with enthusiasm. On her nose between the sparkling eyes,
several light freckles set her face off almost to perfection.

The hall itself still seemed very grand with it's full size
theatrical stage and curtains. At the back of the hall was a full
size church style organ, the very phallic looking air pipes
picked out in a dirty gold colour. The floor had been recently
polished and the whole atmosphere took me back to my school days
with the distinct "school hall" smell evoking strong emotions.

"Hello David," Fiona said as I sat down next to her.

"Hi Fiona, long time no see eh?" I returned her greeting with
caution, as the memories of the infamous pool party disaster of
1989 rung heavy in my mind - her cheeky smile churning my stomach
immediately!

"I had no idea you were still in Weltby, let alone becoming a
teacher." Fiona seemed genuinely happy to see me.

"Yes I'm still here. Weltby is my home and it feels comfortable
to be here. Bradnock wasn't too bad, but I like my home town!" It
was true, I liked my time at University in Bradnock, but I always
fancied the home life of Weltby.

"What are you going to teach here then Dave?" Fiona continued.

"Geography, I studied geography at Uni and then stayed on another
two years to gain teaching qualifications. What about you?" I
replied.

"Oh the same, I am teaching Geography too. I guess that makes us
professional partners huh?" Fiona giggled as we continued to make
small talk before the ecstatic Miss Greer ambled onto the stage
to conduct her welcome speech.

Miss Greer was a greying lady (just as I remembered her) of about
50 years of age. She was wearing a pea green cardigan over an
imposing black frock, set off with a shiny pair of black stiletto
ladies shoes. Despite her age, you could tell that in her
youthful days, she was quite pretty, even if she did seem very
severe. She demanded silence. Silence came, and then she
continued.

The speech lasted for about an hour, detailing the previous
year's academic and sporting achievements, setting targets for
the forthcoming year, along with of course, welcoming in the new
members of staff. Fiona and I were fully introduced, us being the
only new members of staff this year. There was a new caretaker
funnily enough, but he was not deemed worthy of mention!

Finally, Fiona and I were escorted to the Geography Department to
be shown our homerooms, where we would conduct our classes and
register our own tutor groups. The tour went quite quickly, with
me being allotted to room 32.

Room 32 was a typical modern English comprehensive schoolroom,
with about 20 tables able to seat two students each. There was
the standard geography teacher's globe in the corner and a large
chalkboard, which could rotate to display any one of three
different coloured backgrounds.

There were a couple of well watered and prosperous plants along
the window sill along with Venetian blinds for when giving slide
or film demonstrations. All in all, it was just as I had
remembered it from my time at Weltby School. 

I caught up with Fiona again at lunchtime where a small buffet
had been laid on in the assembly hall for the staff in
attendance. After grabbing a few savoury sandwiches and nibbles,
I quickly sought the seat next to Fiona.

"So, are you going out with anyone?" Fiona teased quite
forwardly.

"Nah, I am hopeless with women," I confessed. "I don't have what
it takes to ask people out, I am still very shy. I guess I am
waiting for a woman to ask me out. I know it's cowardly," Isaid.

"Are you shy?" Fiona asked.

"Yes, I have always been scared to ask girls out on a date. I
have only done it twice face to face, and they both turned me
down, so I kind of gave up trying. I couldn't stomach the hurt
you know?" I offered Fiona an explanation of my condition.

"Oh that's too bad. When did you last do that then?"

"Well, it was Carly when we were in the third year. And the
events that followed didn't help either." Fiona appeared to be
lost, and I was surprised that I had to jog her memory. "You
know, the pool party that Carly held?"

"Oh my god yeah!" Fiona laughed. "You know we felt soooo bad
after that Dave. It must have been very embarrassing for you,
being....err you know, played with like that?" Fiona was careful
to quieten her voice as she said the last bit of her sentence.
She chuckled a little bit, obviously thinking back to my
humiliation.

"Yes, I didn't want to leave the house for the rest of the
summer. The teasing really cut me up inside, although I was brave
not to show it. But I have had girlfriends, it is just that it is
so rare when a girl asks a guy out. I am quite a lonely soul." I
continued, partly hoping to bring the issue to a conclusion (I
was reliving the embarrassment inside) and partly to gain a
little sympathy from her.

"Yeah, what we did was not nice, fun at the time, but not nice at
all. What bitches huh? Still it's nice to see you again after all
this time." Fiona smiled at me and we munched happily on the
sandwiches.

For the remainder of the week, Fiona and I got a lot of work
done, sharing notes about the upcoming curriculum and discussing
old times. I felt that we were getting very friendly.

On the Thursday, we were helping each other rearrange the tables
ready for the following Monday and our first full day as
teachers, with real live kids. During this task, I asked some
questions of Fiona.

"So are you single Fiona?"

"No, I am engaged to Hans, a German guy I met at Uni. He is
devastatingly handsome and a real gentleman." Fiona explained.
This devastatingly handsome Hans, had just devastated my hopes of
dating Fiona! "Why do you ask?"

"Well for one thing, you asked me on Monday what my situation
was, and second, well...err, I'd rather not say now!" I stammered
weakly. I began to feel flustered as if my secret was out.

"You fancy me don't you? Ha!" Fiona chuckled at my embarrassment
and began to tease me. "Awwwww, bless you. Well I can save you
the misery of asking me out then, seeing as I'm already
attached." She continued.

In the afternoon, we continued to work on our curriculum, but I
was feeling a little down and for no other real reason other than
that Fiona was already dating. I would have to turn my attention
to other women. We were now sat on opposite sides of a desk and
Fiona sensed that I was withdrawn and asked me what was wrong.

"Ohhh, nothing really. I am just fed up with being shy and, ohhh
shit. I shouldn't lumber my problems on you." I said.

"You must get over this shyness thing, it'll hold you back if
you're not careful." Fiona chided. I wasn't expecting that
remark, more like I was expecting some sympathy or encouragement.
"You won't find anybody whilst you mope around in the doldrums
Dave," she continued piously.

I shuffled uncomfortably in my seat, unsure of what to say or do
next. It was as if Fiona had turned cold towards me, almost
unforgiving. Fiona seized on this weakness.

"Go and make the tea Dave!" she ordered. I shot up straight away
and went to the kitchen or rest area that separated our two rooms
to put the kettle on. The room was tiled in white and was used to
keep tea making facilities, a wash basin with sink tidy, and
numerous cupboards and drawers to keep coursework, notes and
teaching resources in.

I felt angry that Fiona had not been all that understanding, and
that she had ordered me to make her a drink! This was not a good
start to our professional relationship. Anyhow, I made the tea
and returned to the desk.

"Good boy," Fiona smiled and mocked as I took my seat. I did not
reply, but merely bowed my head and continued with the paperwork.
After a couple of minutes of silence, I offered her some more
information,

"I'm sorry Fiona, I guess I am just feeling a little lonely. I
love Weltby and I know that I am going to enjoy teaching here,
but I do feel as though I am missing out on love and life." Fiona
looked at me, her face a picture of neutrality. She wasn't giving
anything away.

"Hmmmmm, a lonely boy?" Fiona teased. Thoughts passed through her
mind that she could have some fun with me, a lonely boy will do
almost anything, and will do anything if pushed hard enough. My
head just went back to the paperwork. I was working on a wall
display about arable crop rotation and farming.

I sensed a slight shuffling noise under the table and before I
had the gall to look under the table, I felt a shoeless foot
rubbing along my thigh and resting on my crotch. Fiona clenched
her toes, gripping my concealed manhood tightly.

"F, Fiona, what are you doing?" I gasped. This was most
unexpected and made me feel uncomfortable.

"A lonely boy!" Fiona teased. She worked her foot around my
crotch, rubbing my penis and balls occasionally with delicate and
tickling touches, and occasionally with real force.

"Fiona, p, please don't do this." I begged of her as I moved my
hand underneath the table to move her roaming foot away. I could
feel my penis begin to get hard at her touches.

"Why not? You fancy me David, and I fancy some fun." Fiona
continued to tease my crotch under the table and smugly grinned
at my discomfort. I got the feeling that Fiona was setting her
dominant stall out from the first instance. I tried to slap her
foot away. "Ouch! That could be construed as harassment Mr.
Taylor. We wouldn't want that now, would we Mr. Taylor?" Fiona
mocked me, well aware that in the modern world, a female head
teacher would most definitely side with another female. I was
being toyed with, almost blackmailed. How could I report this?
Did I want to? Her foot did feel good.

"I'm sorry Fiona, I wasn't expecting t, this." My voice trailed
off as her foot renewed the tortuously tickly pleasure. Round and
round, her stocking clad toes worked around my crotch, running up
and down the zipper. I was becoming more and more aroused at her
touches, my eyes rolling with the sensations. And suddenly she
stopped.

"I can feel that you liked that David, just like you enjoyed it
at the pool, all that time ago." Fiona was right in what I was
feeling then, and now, but I didn't want to give in so easily. It
was girls like her that made me the way I am today, I couldn't
let her win again.

"This is wrong Fiona, you are seeing somebody, w, what would he
think if he could see this?"

"Well, he isn't going to find out is he?" Fiona mocked. "Come
closer David." Fiona beckoned me round to her side of the table.
"Come on, I won't bite." I began to feel vulnerable, like when a
mother makes her son feel as though he is being silly. She patted
her hand on the table and again told me to go and sit with her. I
stood up from the seat, my arousal visible through the front of
my trousers to Fiona.

I moved round to the other side of the table, and sat on it.
Fiona stood up and rested her palms on my kneecaps. She looked
into my eyes, smiled sweetly and then in one swift and thorough
movement prised my knees apart. I gasped in a wave of
powerlessness as Fiona moved between my knees, her pubic mound
rubbing my penis. Fiona's hand grabbed mine, and I felt her power
as she leaned over me.

I began to protest once again, but Fiona was having none of it
and she moved her lips closer to mine. I tried to resist her
forward play, but it was a choice between accepting her kiss or
falling flat on my back on the table.

Our mouths joined together as her mound began to rub my crotch,
heightening my pleasure. After the kiss, Fiona let go of my left
wrist, and with her free right hand, pushed it firmly into my
crotch, feeling the full erection with her own hand. I gasped
again, the emotions varying from intense pleasure, to that of
fear. What if we were caught, or worse still, what if Fiona
blackmailed me?

Sensing my fear, Fiona quickly set explaining what was going on.

"Shhhhhh, just relax David. I know you want it. You like me doing
this to you don't you?" Fiona was firmly in control and I could
only nod weakly at her question. "Yes, yes. You like being goosed
don't you baby? Huh?" I nodded again, and continued to breath
heavily as she unzipped my flies.

"P, please Fiona, please. Don't do this to me." I begged again.
It was hopeless. She ran her hand into my boxer shorts and found
the firm naked erection within.

"Mmmmmm, baby. You want this badly, I can feel it." Fiona
remarked grinning down at me. She pinched the tip of my penis
between her thumb and forefinger, making my body writhe. She
continued to fondle my penis with her fingertips, rubbing the tip
and playing with my foreskin. "Mmmm, you are becoming a little
wet Mr. Taylor."

Fiona was not wrong, and I felt her circling the slit in at the
tip of my cock. I knew that I was leaking pre cum and Fiona
withdrew her right hand from my shorts and showed me two
glistening fingertips. Leaning over me still further, she offered
those shiny fingers to my mouth.

"Please Fiona, d, don't. I will d, do apgghhggh." It was too late
to protest, and Fiona forced her slippery fingers into my mouth.
I felt so shameful and humiliated as I tasted my own arousal.
Forced to do so by this woman, who seemingly revelled in my
predicament.

"Good boy!" She said gleefully. "Just like old times." I closed
my eyes, to avoid her grin, but succeeded in picturing her face
taunting my teenage erection at the pool party.

Dazed and somewhat confused by the situation, I could feel Fiona
zipping my flies back up again, this ordeal over with. Sensing
that she had me at her mercy Fiona asked,

"Before I put my fingers into your mouth David, you nearly said
something. What was it?"

"I don't remember." I said lying through my teeth. "I can't
believe you just did that. I have a good mind to report you."

"Who too? Mrs. Gasser? Pah, you wouldn't dare. First of all, you
would be too embarrassed to divulge the details that she would
demand of you and secondly, I think that given her obvious
feminist tendencies, she would believe me or say that you asked
for it." I knew that she was right. "So, Mr. Taylor, what will it
be? Are you going to tell me what you were going say, or shall I
report you striking me to Mrs. Gasser?" Fiona moved back between
my legs and gripped my testicles in her hand.

"What? After what you just did to me, you would report me for
trying to defend myself?"

"Of course." She said, squeezing my balls. "Now tell me what you
were going to say." She continued her grip, a grip that was
becoming tighter. I looked at the globe in the corner of the
room, anywhere but her grinning girlish features,

"Okay, okay, stop squeezing so hard. I was going to say that I
would do anything for you to stop." That was it, I had conceded
defeat to this woman.

"Mmmmm, didn't you like being goosed by a girl?"

"It wasn't that the sensations weren't nice, it was the way you
went about it. It didn't feel right." I explained. Her grip
relaxed slightly.

"Well, let's get things straight David. Like I said earlier, I
know you want it, and I want some fun. There is no harm in that
is there? But if you try and tell anyone about this, it is going
to be a hard life for you here." Fiona paused, waiting for a
response.

"So, errrm, what are you suggesting?" I asked timidly, conscious
that I was biting my lower lip.

"Well now, let's see. If I feel like a randy girl at school, I
might ask you to have lunch with me in here or in the kitchen
area. You WILL come and play with me. That way, we both get what
we want. And each morning, you will make the first cup of tea.
Understand?"

"Perfectly." I had to chuckle at her last statement, and Fiona
shared the chuckle. She leaned in to kiss my lips and I responded
eagerly. Squeezing my crotch again, Fiona said, 
"Just remember, you are mine. You know the consequences if you
disobey me. What you are feeling now is the power of a woman. You
felt it at the pool and you are feeling it now." It was true, her
rubbing my crotch made me want to submit to her. I slowly nodded
my response, knowing that I was beaten. She quickly turned and
went back to her own room, closing the door behind me.

There was something delightful, yet frightening in what had
transpired. I felt shameful and humiliated at being groped
against my will again. I couldn't get the image of her glistening
fingers entering my mouth out of my mind. Her touches were so
seducing, and I knew that I wanted more. Wanting more was one
thing, but I was now surely trapped by this female. Should I step
out of line, I would be reported to Mrs. Gasser or even Miss
Greer and that would mean me losing my job before I started or
worse still, in court.

It was certainly going to be an interesting term.

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