Story: Miss Gorman

This is a follow-up on the stories Lola and Cassandra.

The bell rang. The school was over. Still, no student in the class moved. They could all hear the other classes jump up and run out into freedom. With every other teacher, they would just do the same. But not with Miss Gorman. She claimed the lesson time was hers to teach, and dare any student who wouldn't wait until she had decided when it was over. It was in the hands of students how long they took for the subject material the teacher had prepared, but it was up to the teacher to dismiss the class. Miss Gorman would not tolerate any disrespect to that principal of hers.

Every student attentively looked at her, and if only not to risk any last punishment. They all expected her usual joy in extending her time by repetitive summarizing sentences. Some students bet she liked to deliberately torment them. With good reason. But today Miss Gorman remained silent. She let her eyes wander around the student, only to smile seconds later and announce: "Class dismissed." The student couldn't nearly believe it. They started to pack their items slowly, accelerating their leave with very yard won towards to Miss Gorman and the classroom. Some rumored about the possible background of her respectively good mood.

Miss Gorman hated children, students, in particular, girls even more. But she was also very attentive and loved any female body. Sometimes she dreamed of being a teacher just a century ago when she could have arbitrarily beaten them to her delight. Nowadays she had to take increased effort and hide the pleasures of her despotism, even more than decades ago. 'Good old times', she thought and gleefully remembered her most favorite episodes with a girl under her hands, heels or any other instrument she had explored. Except for her, the classroom was empty by now.

Two girls entered, hatefully keeping distance to each other. "Close the door.", Miss Gorman ordered. Time for the detention, since her plans went successfully. She a little proud of herself, since her estimate of the characters and their behavior in the given situations had proved to be correct. Cassandra Orsini has volunteered to let poor girl Lola look into her textbook, but had messed her up. In expectations, Miss Gorman would pick on the poor girl more than she already had, Cassandra herself hadn't paid enough attention to answer the teacher's simple question. Now she had both of them in detention, to play her little games with them.

"Leave you bags at your places. Step forward to the board, each of you one side.", Miss Gorman commanded. As expected both took the crayon and looked at the board, waiting for a task or lines to write as a punishment. "Now I hope you have at least remembered the answer to my question you have failed to give yourself. Otherwise, it will add to your punishment." Miss Gorman noticed both girls briefly looking at each other in anger. 'Good', thought Miss Gorman and continued. They wouldn't recognize that it didn't matter if they had remembered or not. Meanwhile, the teacher poked along to the shelves in the back of the classroom, only to pick up a textbook in a purple liner from its simple hideout, and put it into Cassandra's bag. Seconds later she was behind the students again, as if she had never stepped away. "What are the bases of power according to French and Raven?" These little sluts. Of course, she had become aware of the pinching and teasing Cassandra had done to Lola. Now the girls wrote, but with hesitation. Lola started with five dots on the board. Cassandra glanced over to Lola in hope to copy something.

"Too slow, my dimwits. The bases of power according to French and Raven are … Write down: Coercion, Reward, Legitimacy, Expert, Reference ...". Miss Gorman's words came fast, giving the girls a hard time writing and remembering what they were going to have to write. When they were done, the teacher added: "... and Informational." Yes, those were six compared to the five in the textbook. Dumb sluts. If only one of her students was even slightly interested in the topic, she would probably go much easier on him or her. But they didn't. All Miss Gorman imagined them to care for was to suck and fuck each other. Generation Porn. "You are very disappointing, girls. You need to be taught a lesson indeed.", Miss Gorman bashed them, "But first, Cassandra, empty your bag on my desk." The girl was slightly shocked: "What? … But why? I haven't done anything wrong." But the teacher insisted dryly: "We will see." When Cassandra started to put each of her items on the teacher's table one by one, Miss Gorman pushed her to do it her way in a harsh, unforgiving tone: "At once, Miss Orsini!"

Miss Gorman had never seen this student so insecure before: "Miss Gorman, I don't know ...", but the woman pressed on: "Which one's textbook is this, Cassandra!? From whom did you steal it? Lola, give me your mobile phone." The teacher took a shot of the evidence and put the phone away to her own desk. Then she put Cassandra's phone to it. "Cassandra, in this case even your parents will be so angry at you that they won't save you from a permanent school ban. I guess they will be even happy to finally have an excuse to get rid of you by sending you far abroad." Now Cassandra started to shiver, trying to bluff it out: "I swear ...", but Miss Gorman interrupted her: "Silence!" 'Stupid girl. Of course, you are innocent. At least regarding this. I know about your real sins. You are a total bully.'

"Get on your knees. And during the detention address me respectively with 'Ma'am', understood, girl?!" The student went down while Lola watched, nearly with her jaws dropped. "Yes, Ma'am." Miss Gorman relaxed and played it slowly from now on, taking a seat at her desk: "So Lola, looks like you were right. And we found the thief of your book. But what shall we do with her? Since we now have the evidence, she is at our total mercy. Though, I don't have to remember you that you are both still in MY detention." The teacher pulled out a laptop. While Lola walked around her kneeling bully, Miss Gorman attached the phones to her desktop. She started a small program, which showed her the pictures and videos from the phones while copying them to her disk space. Lola only had a couple of shots of the sky, some trees, and birds. But Cassandra's brand new device was already filled with porn pics and videos. Certain folder and file names even indicated selfies and amateur records of several own actions alone and in company. 'Filthy slut. I knew it.' Miss Gorman was going to take complete advantage of this material. She would not only blackmail Cassandra with those for years to come, force her into creating new, even better and more embarrassing material to strengthen the grip, of course, she would also publish it in the restricted adult community of sadists and peepers without a chance of Cassandra to notice the consequently empty threat. But for now, Miss Gorman was very satisfied with what she got in the moment when the program installed remote control on the devices. From now on she could control both girls and peep on them whenever she wanted, and without them knowing until she revealed it. Most members of Generation Porn didn't care about the technology. As long as it helped them suck and fuck, all was good. A lack of virtues had to be punished, and Miss Gorman was the executioner.

"I suppose since you don't want that, slutty girl, you better strip right now." Cassandra looked up in disbelief, but what choice did she have? She hesitated until the teacher reminded her of the possible consequences: "Or should I call the principal right now? I am sure he will be outraged about all the filth we will find on your phone. Am I right?" Miss Gorman delved in glee about the rage in the student's eyes, but she obeyed. "Fold them nicely and put them into Lola's bag." If bratty looks could kill. "You heard me, girl." There was still some resistance in her voice: "Yes, Ma'am." As a next pleasure, Miss Gorman intended to let Lola flog Cassandra's back, taking revenge and therefore giving her evidence to blackmail the bullied girl, too. Only then could she make them start to serve her sexually.

There are follow-ups on this story: Orsini's Revenge .


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