[Fiction] The Slow and Steady Corruption of Our Dear Ms. Thompson

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An idea I had for erotica some time ago that I decided to pick up again. Do enjoy. Maybe.

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Intro: First Encounter

I watched the slow and steady corruption of Georgina Thompson with my own eyes. A timid woman like her should have never taken up a job at St. Maria High School. Sure, it sounded innocent enough, an all-girl Catholic school, but very often were the characters of our little sisterhood called into question.
It was on a Thursday that I began to notice the change in our homeroom teacher's behavior. It’d been raining all week and so at first I thought nothing of it. Plenty of people acted strange in bad weather. She was easily startled, scatterbrained, and often lost her train of thought completely. It started to seem like it was her nature to be so clumsy. I ignored her, sitting at the back of the class with my friends talking about this and that.

“Man, I’d just love to be fucked, y’know?” I told Vanessa. “Not just having sex, I want to be fucking drilled. Raped, even!”
Nessa toyed with her wavy brown hair that I was so jealous of. “I’unno, A.J., most guys want to ravage an innocent girl and you’re too…well, forward.”
“Bullshit!” I slammed my fist on the table and startled her. “It’s not fair, virgins get all the fun!”

There were other girls around us, talking among themselves about similar things. Sex, drugs, booze – it was a typical day at St. Maria.
“I just want to feel the soft caress of a woman’s beautiful fingers.” Nessa was always the sweet one, a lesbian who longed for the soft, romantic love-making that made me gag.

“Fingers like Henrietta’s?” I teased, pointing out the beautifully blonde classmate that Nessa had been crushing on since grade 10. “I don’t know, Ness, I mean I do love a woman’s soft body, but god help me all I want is to feel my pussy stretched and churned by a huge, throbbing cock!”

“What about a dickgirl?” I could hear Beth giggling from a couple of tables over. She was by herself, but obviously interested in our conversation. “Only in a dream, right?”

“Man!” I groaned. “If only! If I ever found myself one of those, I’d lock us in a closet and ride her cock until I died!”

Suddenly, there was a slam and some shuffling. Ms. Thompson shot for the door and ran out into the hallway, holding her stomach all the while. Beth rolled her eyes.
“That woman doesn’t belong here. Every free period she gets sick just from listening to us and runs to the bathroom to barf.”

A girl squealed from the front of the classroom. “Eww! The teacher’s seat is wet!” she said.
“Do you think she’s on her period?” one girl whispered. “Maybe she’s horny!” another laughed.

“I suppose someone should go check up on her.” Nessa looked at me.
“Alright, alright…” I sighed and stood up. “I’ve got to take a piss anyway.”

I left the class to gossip amongst themselves. The bathroom was only a short walk away from the classroom and from behind the door I could hear a toilet flush. It swung open and Ms. Thompson, without looking, smacked right into me. She found her face smashed square between my tits.

“M-my god!” she cried and jumped away, “I’m so, so sorry!”

“S’ok.” I shrugged. Her face, flushed red with embarrassment, was pretty cute when I looked closely. “I’m kinda tall and you’re kinda short, so…”
There was silence. Ms. Thompson busied her hands in smoothing out the wrinkles in her plain gray skirt.

“Well I’ve gotta pee, so…if you’re alright…” I gestured for the woman to move out of the way. With an awkwardly polite smile Ms. Thompson stepped to the side and I went about my business. That was the end of our first encounter.

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Part I: Secrets

There was something about the girls’ room. The uncomfortable chill of the toilet seat—the graffiti scrawled on the back of the stall door—the frigid silence just waiting to be broken…

It’d been two weeks already, but my mind had been impregnated with thoughts of Ms. Thompson since the day she bumped into me. My skin burned where her face planted against my breasts. It wasn’t long after that I wished I could’ve kept her there. I wanted to trap her. I wanted to slip my hands down her skirt and manipulate the petite and fragile body she hid beneath those plain teacher’s clothes.

“A dirty lie,” I told myself. My fingers were already slick with my own fluids as they teased my dripping cunt. I was really a joke; a vulnerable little bitch, submitting to my fantasies as I parted those lips and churned my own pussy. I needed to be punished. It was me who wanted to be trapped, violated.
My middle fingers thrust along the walls of my throbbing cunt. My skin tore under the bite of my nails against my thigh as my thumb worked that sensitive little button and I lost myself in a—ah—a-ahnn!

I was a mess. Hunched over, sticky with my own fluid, skirt hitched up to my waist, tangy beads of blood trickling down my thigh, the rise and fall of my chest, the trembling of my traumatized body…
“What is it about that woman?” My defeated cry resonated throughout the bathroom. In those two weeks, I realized Ms. Thompson had become the witch that hexed me.



“Damn, A.J., where you been?” Beth called me out.

All cleaned up, I sat down behind Nessa, who was twirling her hair as usual. This time, she wore a pretty blue bow in it.

“In the bathroom, where else?” I snorted.

“Not just today, smartass, all week! You just get up and leave class like you’re some hot shit!”

Nessa quit playing with her hair and pressed her fists up into her cheeks. “It’s true…as soon as class starts, you leave. What’s up with that?”

“Sorry, Ness, I’m just…on my period, y’know?” I waved my hand as if to wave the tension away between us. Nessa was like a sister. I couldn’t have her upset, but at the same time, I couldn’t tell her what I was really thinking about.

“Damn, ever heard of birth control?” Beth jabbed my shoulder and crouched down next to us. “Must be a pretty bad flow if you’ve gotta leave so often.”

My eyes rolled lazily in their sockets. “I don’t want to hear that shit from a girl who’s had two abortions all before her nineteenth birthday.”

With a tap on the blackboard and the clearing of her throat, Ms. Thompson made her presence known at the front of the class. I watched with intent, having noted her strange behavior over the two weeks. By then, even the other girls had noticed. Her face flushed easily with eye contact and she often pulled down at her skirt when she was nervous. Otherwise, she kept her hands at stomach height, fingers interlaced, with just a note of trembling. However, when our eyes met, she would lose composure completely. A look of mischief would settle on my face knowing those rosy cheeks were for me.

She cleared her throat again and began with the morning announcements. First was a reminder not to throw cigarettes in the school trash bins. The principal was pretty furious after last month’s fire. After that came lists of upcoming quizzes and assessments. The gym teacher was out on maternity leave and as a result we would be granted an extra study period. The lunch orders were mixed up so instead of Pizza Tuesday, we would have fish fillets.

“In addition, I…” eyes downcast, Ms. Thompson busied her hands with rearranging items on her desk. “…I’ll be taking an extended leave. Your substitute teacher, Mrs. Bell, will begin on Friday.”

There was no reaction from the class. Not that I blamed them – why would they care? It was only my chest that tightened a little, and even I couldn’t imagine why.

After lunch, I was on Ms. Thompson’s trail like a bloodhound. I finally found her walking out of the principal’s office, fiddling with her watch. It looked as though the clasp wouldn’t stay. By the time she looked up to find me towering over her, I’d snatched the watch from her wrist and hid it behind my back.

“Stop it!” she begged, “That’s my grandmother’s watch!”

“I’ll give it back if you tell me why you’re leaving.”

“That’s none of your business, so give it back!”

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll crush it.” I was serious.

The poor woman’s lips tensed as obvious tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
“You students are so rowdy – that’s why I’m leaving. I’m going to find a job elsewhere where students behave. Now, give me back my watch or else I’ll have you suspended!”

I understood. I handed back her watch and watched as Ms. Thompson stormed away. I understood, but I didn’t believe her. If only the girls’ behaviors were what chased her away, she wouldn’t have waited that long. She had already been a teacher there for several months – none of our teachers had stayed that long. I followed Ms. Thompson back to her classroom. I had to know what she was really thinking.

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"I'm sorry, I--I just can't, Lisa..." I found Ms. Thompson, hunched over in a corner, phone pressed to her ear. She continued her conversation in a panicked whisper. "No...no. I just can't. I thought this immersion thing would be good for me, but..."
She turned, putting me at risk of being caught. I skittered into the classroom, keeping slyly out of view.

"I'm bound to get found out at this point. Uh huh. Mhm..."

Lisa continued on the other end. I listened to the one-sided conversation for another ten minutes before the flip-phone quickly clapped shut and Ms. Thompson spun around.

"Shit..." I muttered. My teacher's eyes widened like a deer in headlights. She stumbled back. Evidently I heard a conversation I wasn't meant to hear.

"H-how rude!" She crossed her arms over her chest and pressed her back as firmly as she could into the corner, distancing herself from me as much as possible.

"So? What are you trying to hide?" She was vulnerable. I could sense it. My feet moved toward her, carrying the rest of me along before I even realized it. I found myself hovering over the petite brunette, staring down her nose and at her lips that tightened whenever she was afraid.

"I-in the first place, why are you so interested in my personal life?!" She pressed her hands into me to shove me away. It got her nowhere, as she retracted them almost instantly after having received two heaping handfuls of my breasts.

A smirk curled at the corners of my mouth as I could feel something snap in me. With a fistful of my teacher's hair, I tugged her head back, leering over her little body, dragging my fingers along the milky surface of her soft, smooth jawline.

"Because I'm bored." I spaced the words out, each one softer than the last. My voice had lowered, sweetly, softly, yet somehow laced with menace, firm like my grip, hot like her skin, I whispered, "Do you think I'd be screwing around here, with you, if I had better things to do? A prissy little virgin like yourself."

I shook my head sympathetically. "But I'll be leaving this joint soon. Senior year, y'know? It's a whirlwind."

Ms. Thompson gulped, I watched the muscles slowly work down her neck into her rising and falling chest.

"So, teacher... Why don't you give me something good to remember this shithole by?"

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A scream. I silenced it with a hand clapped over her face before it could ever leave her pretty, pink lips. She clawed at my arm, leaving red welts in the wake of her manicured nails.

I laughed. "What are you going to do? Scream for help? Do you think anyone here gives a shit?" I released her mouth only to steal a kiss, swiping my tongue over the roof of her mouth and pausing to rendezvous with her tongue.
"Don't you know why we get away with so much shit here? All the staff lower their heads and pretend not to notice, lest any one of them falls victim."

But, seeing as Ms. Thompson simply wouldn't listen to reason, my hand was back over her mouth. "You'll just be another mouth for 'em to bribe."

Ms. Thompson continued to put up a fight, beating at my arm with her free hand and scratching at my face. I winced, but somehow, it felt good. I thought back to all the times I hid in the bathroom, wishing it was her pussy I was violating--wishing she would violate me. Thinking about her slender fingers, her tight waist, her small perky breasts, and what might be hiding beneath that plain gray skirt...

Good. Struggle. I began to scare even myself. If there was one crime I'd never committed, it was rape. All I could think was how much I craved to touch her, to know what she felt like...

It didn't even matter to me anymore. I removed my hand from her mouth, expecting her to scream right away as I shoved at her chest and pinned her to the wall, hiking up her skirt for a peek...

But a scream never came. Before I knew it, the tears of my innocent teacher were running down my hand as she broke into sobs.
"Please..." she cried, "If--if you were to see it I'd be so embarrassed that I could die..."

At first I couldn't for the life of me understand what she was going on about, but soon, as my hand began to venture mindlessly down her cherry print panties, all was too late as I quickly came to understand Ms. Thompson's secret.

Slowly, I removed my hand, yet her panties continued to stretch over a mass that protruded from between her legs. Ms. Thompson continued to sob, squeezing her thighs together as a semi erection threatened the fabric.

"Whoa..." I stood, mouth agape at the revelation set before me. "You're a...a..."

Still, even then, I wouldn't have dreamed of how important that piece of information would be in the future destruction of sweet Ms. Thompson's character.

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Part II: Blackmail


The bell rang.

"I--I have a meeting!!"

I shifted to the side as Ms. Thompson skirted around me and made a break for the door. It was time for me to go as well. I lumbered across the classroom after her. Next class was English. Then Independent Study. Ms. Thompson had a penis. A penis. A fucking penis.

I could feel the blood drain from my head. Who'd have thought she was packing in that tiny body of hers? No matter what, I just had to tell someone. Nessa? Beth? I sighed. I kind of wanted to see it again...

Come to think of it, I still could'a fucked her, I mused. I've never screwed a trans girl before...

My head was riddled with curiosity as I somehow made it through the mid-class traffic and sank down into my seat in Mr. What's-his-face's class. Who gave a fuck, anyway? Ms. Thompson had a fucking dick!!

The girls around me chattered loudly. The English teacher was one who'd long ago come to terms with our behavior. He sat at the front of the room, legs crossed, a cig pinched between his fingers. With a long drag and a puff of smoke, he shot a glare towards the door.

"You're late," he barked at Beth, who'd just tried creeping in unnoticed.

"Damn," Beth hissed.

She slunk to a seat next to me where she dumped a girl out of the occupied chair. The girl stood up and sneered at Beth, who glared at her with a ferocity that even I wouldn't dare touch. With at least half a brain to gauge the situation, the girl's shoulders dropped and she backed down, quickly retreating to the back of the classroom.

"Damn Mr. Lovett's such a hardass," Beth sighed. "I'll have to negotiate with him later."

"Beth," I spoke up, "You know what you were saying earlier about dickgirls?"

Beth laughed. "It's impossible and you know it - trans girls aren't allowed at St. Maria."

"But what if I saw one?"

Beth's jaw dropped to her desk and she leaned into me, keeping her voice at barely above a whisper. "No way? Who? Who?!"

"Ms. Thompson. She has a dick, Beth."

"No fucking way!" Beth patted me on the shoulder. "You totally bedded that prude?! No wonder you've been weird all week! PMS my ass!"

"I didn't fuck her, but I did manage to see her hardon before class. She's totally a trans."

"Oh my god!" Beth squealed with excitement. "I want to see! You have to show me!"

"Well, I--"

"Alice Jeanette Santos?" A body loomed over me and as I whipped around see, I realized it was just Mr. Lovett. He handed me a pink note, the kind our teachers usually wrote detention notices on. "This came for you from your homeroom teacher."

Beth snickered. "Bitch, if you actually assaulted her, I wouldn't doubt that's a notice for expulsion!"

As Mr. Lovett returned to his lazy post, I unfolded the note and read its contents.

You and I need to discuss what you saw. Return to my classroom after school.

I shook my head. "She wants to talk to me."

"Sweet!" Beth hooted. "Take me with you!"

"Why should I?" I clicked my tongue at her.

"Aw, c'mon, please?"

I sighed. Why did I ever tell Beth anything?

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I like it so far cant wait to read what happens next