cruel schoool teachers

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Anita and Shilpa were teachers in the local convent high
school in a small Indian town. They were both in their late
forties, youth and beauty fading away, and so were the
charms of their ageing husbands. They bonded together
really well, having common interests as well as closely
related personalities. Shilpa was the richer among them,
her husband a rich businessman in the town. She used to
frequent the city's high social circles, clad herself in
expensive sarees and jewellery, even in the most plebeian
of settings, and was always dressed impeccably. She was
tall, slimly built, and the beauty (and the corresponding
confidence) of bygone youth was oozing from her
persona. Anita was a the more middle class wife, dressed
more shabbily, her hair frequently not done, fatter than her
friend, and much shorter. Another characteristic feature
was her addiction to paan (betel leaf), which she always
used to chew, regardless of time and place.
It was just an ordinary day with lunch on the table. They
were engaged in one of their favorite topics of discussion,
senior boys in the school, young meat which they so
fervently desired to spice up their decaying sex lives.
Suddenly Amit came into the room. Amit was in twelfth
standard, a healthy, well hung boy of 19, but a back

bencher in the class. English was his special drawback.

"Anita Madame, I have failed in English. The principal says
I cannot be promoted without passing grades in English."
"Amit, I remember your paper. It was horrible. There is no
way I could have passed you on that one. There is no use
crying in front of me. It would have been better if you
studied well before the exams".
"Please, Madame, save me. Just a pass grade in English
would save my skin. How will I go back home and tell my
parents about this? Madame, please. Madame, please."
"Amit, I will not waste more time with you. I have told you
once, there is nothing that I can do about it. You may go
now".
Amit stood there, his hands folded in prayer. There was a
plea for mercy in his eyes. All he could say was
"Please, Madame. Please save me."
He kept on repeating those words, while Anita and Shilpa
started eating in silence, hoping that he would stop
pestering them if they ignored him. But for Amit, it was a
life and death situation. He now bent down on his knees,
and fell at Anita's feet. He clasped her sandal-clad feet
with her hands, and bowed his head, his forehead
touching her sandals. Anita could feel his warm tears
flowing down her feet, his hands clenched around her

ankles in desperation. It gave her a sudden rush of power.

It was the power that she often felt as a teacher, while
grading her students. The fate of her students depended
on a single stroke of her pen. Now, she was feeling it first
hand. There was this boy, kneeling down at her feet,
completely at her mercy. First, Anita tried to shoo him
away.
"What is this? Don't irritate me. I don't like all this," she
said, and kicked him in the face, hoping to get rid of him,
as well as feeling a heavy rush of power in her. She was
actually secretly hoping at this point that the young boy
would linger on for some more time, so that she can enjoy
the humiliation more completely.
Amit backed down a little after the kick. He was still
bending low on the ground, a little distance from her. He
kept on muttering apologies, as well as repeating his pleas
for mercy, which Anita as well as Shilpa were now
enjoying, as sauce with their food. He was now their
plaything.
Shilpa had a cruel smile on her face. She started, "So,
Amit, you would do anything that we ask you to?"
"Yes, Madame. I will do anything that you tell me. I shall be
like your slave."
Amit saw a small ray of hope, as he went near Shilpa
Madame's feet. Shilpa Madame was sitting cross-legged,
her sari touching the ground, and a glimpse of her

expensive sandal could be seen beneath it. She liked his

answer. It was getting her wet. She let him come near her
feet. She also wanted to feel his tear stained face in her
feet. Very predictably, Amit came and threw herself at
Shilpa Madame's feet.
"Madame, anything. Anything you say."
"Anything, really? How about eating this piece of roti
(bread) from the floor?"
Shilpa Madame dropped the half eaten piece of roti in her
plate to the ground, and mashed it with her sandals.
"Lets see if you can lap it up," she said in a mockingly
loving tone, that one uses with their pet. Amit was
desperate. He started lapping up the piece of bread,
mixed with the dirt under Shilpa Madame's shoes.
"Choo, choo," Shilpa Madame pointed towards the
morsels left at the bottom of her sandals. She called him
like a dog. There was a cruel smile in her eyes that was
somehow getting Amit wet in his pants. Amit came
crawling towards her feet. He lapped up the morsels of
bread in her sandals. They tasted horrible, combined with
all the dirt from the streets in her sandal. He almost
wanted to throw up.
"Good," said Shilpa Madame. She stroked her head with
the other sandal.

In the meantime, Anita Madame was seating back and

enjoying the humiliation. Now, she put her sandals on the
boys face, too. She pressed the sandals on his head, so
that his nose was now squashed in the floor. What a
feeling of power it gave her! The head of a man squished
beneath her feet, and the man obediently suffering, just for
her pleasure. She always liked men groveling. She always
loved to see petty people like beggars, door-to-door
salesman groveling and sucking up to her. But this, of
course, was different. Here, it was so physical.
"Bloody Fuck, I will squish you like a worm that you are,
under my feet," she thought in her mind.
"Come to my house tomorrow evening, at five, after the
classes. We will talk about it and I want to see you this
obedient. Remember, this is your only chance."
"Thank you, Madame. Thank you Madame." Amit kept on
repeating, thanking them profusely, touching the ground in
front of Anita Madame's feet with his forehead each time.
Anita Madame would have liked the scene to go on
forever. However, she did not want people outside the staff
room to see what was going on and draw attention.
She said in a matter of fact tone, "Okay Amit, you may
leave now. And remember what I have said."
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Amit was greeted by the maid servant at the door. She told
him to go up to the first floor, where, she said, Madame
was enjoying her tea. Amit went up the stairs to enter the
room where they were seated. Shilpa Madame was
wearing a black saari, and exquisitely crafted sandals. Her
figure was slim, curvy and exceptional for a fifty year old,
and she seemed to be a woman of classy tastes. Her
diamond earrings, expensive necklaces, all seemed to
bear testimony to that. Anita Madame, on the other hand,
looked simpler. A buxom lady in her fifties, she was
wearing an ordinary saari and had simple slippers on her.
They were relaxing on the couch, and enjoying their cup of
evening tea.
Amit came into the room, and bent down on his knees,
and knelt down before each of the ladies. Shilpa Madame
started petting his head with her hands. Anita Madame
had finished her cup of tea. She reached for the
"paan"(betel leaves) container on the far side of the table.
"Actually, why am I am even trying to reach it," she said,
and snapped her fingers. Amit immediately knew what to
do. He quickly went over and brought the container to
Anita Madame, kneeling before her.
"Good. I like that," she said, with a cruel smile in her eyes.
"Now, go get the spittoon." Amit immediately got up, ready
to please his teacher.
"In fact, wait." She thought for a while.

"Come here."
"Open your mouth."
Amit knelt in front of her, and opened his mouth wide.
She spit on his mouth. Her saliva, mixed with the pan
leaves and the spices entered into his mouth. He did not
have to be told. He swallowed it like an obedient servant.
Anita Madame was happy. She put her feet into his lap.
"Start putting your hands into some use also," she said,
amidst chewing her paan.
She put her feet on his crotch. As he started messaging
her legs, feeling the muscles of her body, she kept feeling
his bulging penis, with her toes. Sometimes she would just
wiggle her toes, feeling the penis growing under his pants.
She was getting hungry for the young cock that was now
at her disposal. Young juicy meat, ready for her, and such
humiliation, she was getting wet inside her saari. She
again forcefully spitted in his face. He swallowed
obediently.
"So, let the show begin," she announced in a dramatic
manner.
"So, Amit, we are not forcing you to do anything. You can
walk out of the door, if you want to. Otherwise, you have to
play by our rules. Understand? First of all, strip. We don't

have servants in clothes here. Strip naked, put you clothes

in a pile at a corner of the room and come here."
Amit did as instructed. Both Anita and Shilpa Madame lied
down in their couch, as if ready for a TV show to begin.
Shilpa Madame, as usual had a cold smile on her lips. And
Anita Madame seemed to be in a state of comfortable
daze, as she chewed her paan, and assumed a bossy
body language. Amit went to the corner and began
shedding his clothes. He could not believe he was opening
his underwear in front of two middle aged women who
were his teachers. He wanted to open the door and get
out at that very moment. However, he remembered the
fate that was awaiting him at home. He chose to follow
their orders. His penis sprang out like a snake, as soon as
he slipped off his underwear. This was the first time he
was doing it in front of somebody else. His ears were red
with humiliation. He started walking towards them slowly.
His kept his head down, more from shame, than
obedience.
"Good boy," chuckled Shilpa Madame, from her seat.
"Please Madame, I cannot do this. I have never been
naked in front of others. Madame, I beg for your mercy
Madame. Please, don't do this to me. I will do whatever
you tell me to do." Tears were running down his cheeks as
he said these words. He could not contain himself
anymore. He threw himself at Shilpa Madame's feet.

"Please Madame, have mercy on this little soul. I will be

your slave all your life. I will do as you tell me to do.
Please do not humiliate me like this. I beg of you."
Shilpa Madame's smile only broadened a little. She threw
a sly glance at Anita Madame. They were savoring these
little humiliations, this breaking of the boytoy, bit by bit. It
was like relishing good dessert, one spoon at a time.
"You have had your choices, Amit. Now it is our turn to
make ours. And this is how we like our meat served. Raw,
sparkled with a few spoons of shame. Ha ha ha."
"Now, look, you are spoiling my saree, and my sandals.
Come up, and present yourself for display. Quick."
Amit knew there was no hope. Shilpa Madame's voice cut
through him like steel. It was firm like the law. There was
no disobeying. He presented himself before her, with his
cock hanging off from his body like an alien instrument.
Shilpa Madame now got up a little, balancing herself on
her elbow. Her other hands touched his warm shaft. She
laughed a cruel laugh.
"Look, what we have here, Anita. Enough for a few weeks
worth of juice. Its been years since I have seen young
meat. Mmmmm." Her manicured fingers, with expensive
diamond rings on them, slowly massaged his cock, as it
kept on growing in size, until he felt, it would burst open.
Anita Madame extended her hand to hold his ass cheek.

He pressed his ass cheek hard with her hand.

"Juicy ass, too. I am looking forward to shove it up this
one."
"Now doggie, wiggle that ass for your Madame. You want
those grades, don't you, doggie. Wiggle that ass for us,
show us that little dance."
Amit was wiggling his ass for the entertainment of their
mistresses, while Shilpa Madame was still fondling with
that cock.
"Okay, Class teacher goes first. Ah! fresh meat." Anita
Madame was slapping on his ass cheek.
"Here, wear this blindfold. I don't want you to see our
intimate parts."
Amit obediently wore the blindfold. Immediately, the world
became dark around him. He could not see anything.
Suddenly, he felt two painful whiplashes at his back that
seared through his body, like an electric shock. He cried
out loud.
"Okay, doggie, now get that tongue to work. Start from my
feet, beneath my soles, where you deserve to be. And my
hands will guide you up or down, as it suits my whim. I
want you put the fullest effort with your tongue. I will
ensure that with this whip in my hand."

Anita Madame gave a ceremonial whiplash, just to

indicate the beginning of her pleasure. Then she guided
his head to her feet. Amit was nervous, and writhing with
pain. He started licking her sole furiously.
"Good slave, I like that. Maybe, you will get an E grade.
Lets see," Anita Madame said, contented with pleasure,
and whipping the boy, just so that he did his best. She
could feel his face trembling at her feet. Ah! The rush of
power she got.
Slowly, she brought him up her legs. First he did the toes,
licking in between each toenail, until she was satisfied.
Then, she guided his face near her crotch. This was the
moment she was waiting for. This was the moment she
has been waiting for, all her life. A boytoy with his tongue
licking her pussy! She could not believe she had him
there. She was immensely excited. Her whiplashes
increased in frequency. She was now furiously lashing his
back. His cries were suppressed between her legs. She
had tightened the grip on Amit, and it was becoming
difficult to breathe in between her thighs. Amit kept up the
show, increasing his efforts, with every whiplash, hoping
and praying for the ordeal to end.
"Lick, bastard, lick faster. Lick with all your strength." She
had nearly begun to fuck his mouth.
Finally she climaxed. Her wet juices filled his mouth. She
then laid back in the couch, exhausted with the ordeal.
However, there was no letting go of the servant. Another

whiplash followed, after a brief interval.

"Lick it all up, doggie, from my pussy."
Obedient Amit did as instructed, licking up each drop of
her cum, from her pussy. He would swallow strands of her
pubic hair along with it. The pain and the humiliation
almost brought tears to his eyes, but the smell of
Madame's pussy was intoxicating, there was no denying
that. Anita Madame was tired, and enjoying the postorgasm licking without any movements on her part.
Suddenly, there was a tug on his hair. Shilpa Madame
asked him to come to her couch. She was sitting up, and
started fondling his enlarged penis.
"Now, I want a good fuck, baby," she said in a playfully
naughty voice.
"But First I want this thing big. Use your hands, and get
that teeny weeny big for your mistress, little one."
Amit began to stroke his cock. His ears were again
burning with the new humiliation, having to do the most
intimate action in front of his teacher's wicked gaze. Shilpa
Madame was, of course, enjoying the complete activity.
The fear, the humiliation, which could be clearly seen in
the boy, it was all getting her excited. And above all, the
naked young cock, ready to go.
She reached out with her hands, pulled Amit with the cock,

towards her face. She flicked out her tongue, and started
tasting the head of the cock. The pre-cum building up on
the head of the cock, it sent shivers down her spine.
Slowly, her lips opened, and started engulfing his cock.
The hands were no longer required, she motioned. She
started going up and down on the cock, and began leaving
traces of her expensive lipstick on it, in the process. She
was swallowing the whole thing, rolling her tongue round
it, and enjoying it like a dinner sausage.
"Now, don't cum. Don't, don't cum. If you do, the
consequences will not be very good," she suddenly said in
a very threatening tone.
"I want you to keep this thing nice and hard for me and
Anita Madame, as long as we want it."
Amit was on the verge of cumming. Shilpa Madame's soft
lips were driving him to madness. His body was rebelling
against his mind. But his fear for Shilpa Madame won over
his bodily urges. He remembered the lashes that she used
to give in classes. She was particularly known for her
merciless beatings in the school. He only imagined what
treatment he would suffer for disobedience in this private
room.
"Now, baby, lie down on the ground." Shilpa Madame
guided the boy to a lying down position on the floor.
Suddenly, Amit could feel her weight over him, her soft
breasts touching his chest, and her smell engulfing his
senses. "Its been years, since I have had a nice and big

cock, at my command," she said, and kissed Amit's

trembling lips. Suddenly, Amit felt like heaven. Shilpa
Madame's soft pussy was engulfing his penis.
"This is how I like it, and this is how I have been doing it to
my husband for years. I get to control the pace, I get to
control the timing, everything. And you, my boytoy, will
writhe with pleasure, yes, writhe with pleasure, as I am not
allowing you to cum."
Slowly she was increasing the pace. At each thrust, Amit
was feeling the softness of her breasts touching his
ribcage. This was heaven. But this was also hell. His penis
was aching. He wanted to shoot the load on Madame's
beautiful pussy, but he could not. He was too afraid to do
so. Suddenly, her body was shaking with pleasure. She
was cumming. She was fucking him with more vigor, as
she came nearer to cumming.
"Ahhhhhh!" She threw her exhausted body on Amit's form.
"After a long time, a satisfying sex," she muttered as she
started sucking on Amit's broad shoulders and licking
them.
Finally, Shilpa Madame got up, after a couple of minutes
as she recovered from the heady excitement of a stunning
fuck. She caressed Amit's cheek with her pedicured feet
"Boy, you are a gem. You will be with us for a long, long
time now. I will make sure you spend you life satisfying our
whims. What say Anita?"

Anita Madame had a cruel smile on her face.