Stealth Control: Detention Part 2

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Mrs. Johnson

I was on my planning period trying to get caught up on grading when my pa system squawked, “Mrs. Johnson, the principal would like to see you in his office.” This is why I can’t keep up. Too many meetings about parental complaints or unruly students or unfair assignments. I wonder which it would be this time. I stood and smoothed my blouse. My camisole was in its proper place, making sure I didn’t give any students or the principal an eyeful of my bust. Not that that wouldn’t stop them from staring. The curse of having a big chest. I stepped into the principal’s office just as Tara was getting up out of a chair. She looked very annoyed at something. “See you in a few hours I guess,” she muttered to me under her breath, and then left the room. “What was that all about?” I asked Principal Morris. His response was to look me up and down in a way that made me feel uncomfortable. I actually looked down at my chest, and sure enough, I wasn’t flaunting anything. When I looked back, he was gesturing for me to sit. I did so, hoping this would be fast so I could get back to grading. He poured me a glass of water and said, “You look thirsty, Mrs. Johnson.” In truth I wasn’t, but to avoid being rude, I took the offered glass, and took a sip. I immediately wished I hadn’t, as the water tasted…off, like…like metallic rust. “You’re going to be in charge of a special detention for Tara,” Morris said. I shook my head. “I can’t. I have to pick up my daughter from the elementary school right after last period and-” He waved me off. “Get someone else to do it. You’re gonna be staying late today.” I tilted my head, and tried not to say the choice words I was thinking right now to my boss. And then I felt a tingle in my head. After it passed I said, “I’m in. Did you tell her?” I guess I wasn’t gonna argue. “Yeah,” the principal said. “But she’s trying to make excuses. Pull up her phone when you get back to her class and find someone to take care of her kid. Her husband or mom or whatever.” Morris was being rude, but he wasn’t wrong. I had options. I’d text my husband when I got back to my class. “So should I go back there now?” I asked, wanting to know if I was dismissed so I could get back to grading. The principal eyed my chest, then said with a lewd grin, “Why don’t you help her air out her tits first.” Men are such pigs! I had thought Morris was one of the good ones, but in the end, they all want the same thing. I kept my face smooth, even smiled, but inside I was boiling with contempt for the man as I reached down and removed the camisole. I then pulled down my blue blouse a bit, hoping he would feel embarrassed for getting what he wanted. He wasn’t. He actually licked his lips before saying, “Detention is gonna be so hot.” I nodded because the air conditioner in my room had indeed been having some problems. “It sure will be,” I agreed. Then I stood and walked out of his office. The second I was out in the hallway, I felt so exposed. I’d left the camisole in the principal’s office! I wanted to go back, but I was too embarrassed. I kept a hand over my chest all the way back to my classroom. When I got there, I felt that tingle in my head again. I picked up my phone to text my husband to bring me a spare camisole, but instead my fingers texted him to pick up our daughter after school because I was in charge of detention today. Then I pushed up my boobs and squeezed them. They were pretty great I suppose. They had definitely helped me land my good looking husband. He loved to play with them like this, and knew how to tease my nipples until I was properly worked up. I sighed as I felt my pussy dampen. What was I doing?! I was making myself horny right before… The bell rang. I pushed my libido now, and focused on my next class. A few times I found myself bending low in front of some students. I don’t know why, but I didn’t make any attempt to cover boobs that threatened to spill out of my blouse. Probably because I was thinking about letting my husband have at me tonight. I had every male students’ attention, and a lot of the girls. Well, at least they were behaving. At last it was the end of the day, and Tara walked sullenly into my classroom. It was just the two of us. “Where are Dennis and Stu?” she snapped. I didn’t care for her tone. Tara wasn’t my favorite student, but she usually wasn’t a problem either. I decided she needed to be reminded who was in charge here. “Oh, Dennis is very close,” I said as I stood and walked towards her. “And Stu will be joining us very soon.” I leaned over her desk and said firmly, “You tried to make trouble for us. So we’re gonna use you to test out the stealth control program we set up.” I’m not sure what I meant by that last part, but it was very true that Tara had made trouble for me and Principal Morris. I wasn’t even supposed to be here right now. Tara looked aghast that I would touch her. Good. I leaned in even more, and brought my face dangerously close to hers, and…oops. I totally slipped and our lips touched. That was embarrassing, but I knew not to show weakness. “Anytime now dummy,” I said. I usually didn’t call my students names, but this time it seemed appropriate. But a second later she was grinning like an idiot and telling me to take my tits out. Of all the nerve! She clearly thought that would send me running back behind my desk, but instead, I boldly pulled down my top, then my bra, and shoved my big tits in her face. That should shut her up. What I didn’t expect was for her to grab them. My body reacted like I’d touched a live wire. Every part of me tingled. I should have shoved her off, then told her off. But suddenly the little slut had her mouth on my sensitive nipples, and I found myself batting them about her face.

After several seconds, my mind cleared. This was so inappropriate. I had to take charge. I grabbed Tara by the hair and marched her to my desk where I made her bend over it. “You’ve been a bad girl, Tara, and bad girls get spankings,” I announced. My hand proceeded to smack her bottom. She didn’t cry out, she just moaned. I brought my hand between her legs, momentarily frustrated that she wasn’t getting the message. So I brought my hand back, and smacked her butt even harder.

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Part 1 here:
https://possessionportal.com/topic/729/stealth-control-detention-part-1

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This is getting hotter!