The School Project part 6 Miss Hughes
I was crying and snivelling like a well an truly punished little girl. With loud heaving breaths and shudders through my whole body I I tried to ease myself back into some sort of normality. I hadn't notice John leave the shed but as I eased myself up from the bench he was no where to be seen. I ran my hands over my bum cheeks and gasped at the intense heat and the sensitivity to just the slighted touch. I was sure they felt swollen and were incredibly sore. I found myself jumping up and down a little in some sort of bizarre dance ritual and at the same time stamping my feet a little in frustration at how I managed to allow this to happen. How could I ever face John at school after this. I looked around for my jeans and couldn't see them anywhere although to be fair the thought of dragging them up over my tender thighs and blazing bottom was not a prospect I was looking forward to. I gently pulled my knickers up and even that act had me wincing and grimacing in further pain.
As I stepped outside the shed into the warm sunshine my knickers were still below my bottom cheeks and only just pulled up a little at the front still leaving some of my pussy hair on show. I looked over to the house and with no sign of John walked across the pristinely cut lawn. My hand felt the cold brass handle of the door and I opened it and walked inside. Sat at the kitchen table was John with a cup of coffee in front of him and a glass of something red at the other side. It was sherry, which he told me was all his Mum had and he thought I could do with a drink but he would make me a coffee if I preferred. I took the sherry and gulped it down in one go. It reminded me of Christmas with my grandparents and suddenly thought what they would think if they could see me now.
“I have got your jeans Miss Hughes.....and I have found a skirt of Ellie's you can borrow to go home in” it wasn't a question but a simple assumption.
I could only nod in acceptance, any will I had left to refuse what ever he said was long gone by now. He then asked if I would like some soothing cream on my bottom and explained how he always put generous amounts of cream on Ellie after a thrashing and then at regular intervals from then. He could see my hesitation and reluctance to allow such an intimate act between us both. He shrugged his shoulders and responded that is wasn't his bottom that was on fire and If I wanted it to feel better I ought to turn around and let him rub the cream in. He then made me shiver with further shame when he commented that he had no idea what time Ellie would be home but his Mum would be hone from work in half an hour. With my mind still racing with the events so far and his calm and unperturbed reaction to the situation I could only shuffle around with my back to him.
“Lets have these knickers right off while we are at it Miss Hughes” with a swift tug they were around my ankles “Step out them young lady.....we don't them any more.....do we” even though he made it sound like a question it was clearly a command.
What had happened to me. I was behaving like some programmed automaton
with no will of my own any more. How could a simple spanking, all be it a hard thrashing with a mean feeling strap reduce me to this. Before I had time to contemplate the complex psychology of all this I let out a soft moan. Oh he was right, the cream was indeed soothing and his touch was gentle and caring. I closed my eyes and even though it didn't magically remove the pain but did feel much, much better.
He suggested I bend over a little so he could get full access to my bottom and the conflict between the additional embarrassment of what he might see was outweighed by the relief I was feeling. I leaned forward and put my hands on my knees with my feet a little apart to keep my balance. He applied the cream to the tops of my thighs and then took his hands away.
“Ellie bends over with her legs as far apart as she can........then she can get her palms right on the floor.....I think its a yoga position or something....but I guess she is much younger and more flexible” he paused “I guess it must be harder at your age to do that”
I was 29 for gods sake why did he keep thinking I was some old woman who needed a walking frame or something. With a little huff under my breath I pushed my feet as far apart as I could. It was a stretch to get my hands on the floor then I had to bend over that little bit more to get my palms flat. I would show him what for. I knew yoga and was very proud of my fitness. How dare he assume I was some old has been. I was stretching every muscle I had in the backs of my legs but I could stay like this for as long as possible now. The satisfaction of proving I could adopt this pose was soon transformed in to pure humiliation as I realised what the view of me he had now.
“Oh that is a good girl Jennifer” he laughed “See what you can do when you really try”
My god he was good at this. Just the subtle change from saying Miss Hughes to saying Jennifer made all the difference. He sounded so in control and so superior and the tone of his voice left no doubt that he knew it, more so he believed it. Once again he massaged cream into my well thrust up bottom and even squeezed and pulled my bum cheeks further apart. I was sure I could never face him again after he had seen me like this. I remembered one time in class when I had got up from a chair with out realising a boy was picking up a pencil from the floor and knew he had seen right up my skirt and then blushing every time he looked at me for a week after. I was going to do more than blush now when John looked at me in school, I was going to die.
Eventually he must have got bored of seeing the last vestige of my dignity slowly ebb away. With crisp “Slap”...”Slap” to each cheek he pronounced his task completed. I was actually a little harder getting up from that position than it was getting in it. I knew my face was a red as a ripe strawberry as I turned to face him and grabbed the skirt from the counter. I knew it was the same as the school uniform and he had done this on purpose to really put me in my place. Considering what he had just seen of me I don't really know why I was so eager to put it on. I took a deep breath to fasten it and although it was a little tight I managed to pull the zip up. It reached well above my knees and the blue socks that were virtually hidden when I had my jeans on looked ridiculous now a little way up my calves.
“That's looks much better Miss Hughes.....we can't have you going home bare bottom....can we” he smiled.
He got up and walked around me as I tried to get the hem of the skirt down as much as I could. He laughed that I was just Ellie when she had to go out in a similar skirt but she wasn't allowed the luxury of that or even knickers when she was home now. He could see me look in disbelief as he continued to tell me of the rule that he implements now for her. As if that wasn't shaming enough for the poor girl it was now common knowledge on the small street of how her little brother was now in charge of her. I could feel my eyes open wide when he added that almost all the neighbours had seen Ellie bare below the waist and that she had got so used to it now she even went outside like that. I was so struck by the image in my head of her walking around like that and for some reason could picture myself doing it. I don't know whether it was the sting in my bottom or the recent feeling of John's hands or the image now in my head but I had such a shudder and a thrill run through my body.
I was feeling hot all over now and fidgeted a little as he asked if wanted a coffee before I left. I listened a little more to how he was really surprised how Ellie had taken to the new rules he made for her and how she seemed so happy with the arrangement. The increasing sensation between my legs made me begin to understand why she would look happy and had to smile inwardly. As I took a sip of coffee I had the sudden urge to make a confession. I told John all about the scholarship and the conversation I had with the Principal and the whole story of how he had come to end up with the History Project. We both actually began to laugh how such an innocent thing as a school project could affect people's lives like it was doing. I then told him about the upcoming vacancy for the head of the history department. His expression began to change and he looked sternly at me.
“So....Young lady....it was your own career rather than helping Mark that was the real motive behind all this” he asked firmly.
Suddenly we heard the sound of front door opening “Hi John...be a dear and make me a coffee will you” then his Mum walked in and saw me.
I knew my face was still bright red and wondered if it was as obvious as I thought that she could tell I had been recently crying. For the first time even John looked a little lost for words before introducing me as his History teacher, Miss Hughes.
“Oh goodness yes ...Miss Hughes... I recognise you now......we met at the school open evening at the end of last term” she looked with a quizzical expression of her face.
I knew she was still unsure to the purpose of me being there when John added that I had just come over to tell him of the scholarship awarded to Mark. I was still standing with a rabbit caught in the headlights look on my face as I told her how proud I was of John for working with Mark and the part he had played in them both getting an A. While I was speaking I cold see out of the corner of my eye John push my knickers under the table with his foot. I was as scared of be found out for doing something I shouldn't be more then ever in the whole of my life. With a final sip of my coffee trying to hid my red face I announced I really had to go and John led me to the door as I said goodbye to his Mum.
“We have unfinished business young lady.... we need to attend to the bottom of a matter of someone putting their own promotion prospects first....and what did you say about the Principal asking you to give Mark more of your time.....you just got me to do your job instead ......you lazy little girl” he smiled but it was a menacing smile.
I walked out unable to even look at him let alone answer, when was this going to end. My head was spinning, a thousand thoughts were trying to make any sense of this whole absurd charade and thought even the best Hollywood scriptwriters would have a job making all this up. Just as I turned the corner I saw a girl who at first glance seemed to be a tall 10 or 12 year old. Then it hit me, it had to be Ellie. She was walking with a purpose and a confident stride as opposed to my slough and permanent hand glued to the hem of the identical short skirt. She was looking around, smiling and thankfully hardly noticing me. Quickly in a blind panic I did what any normal sane adult woman would do and hid behind the nearest parked car.
I was squatting trying to peer around to see if she could see me and then whether it was the panic or the sherry or the coffee, I had a sudden urge to pee. This was insane the more I looked for her the more I wanted to go. I knew if I didn't do it now there would be no way I could get on the bus feeling so desperate. I hitched up the skirt and for the first time since a drunken night out at university I was going to pee in public. I cringed and trembled and prayed a car didn't come along or anyone in the overlooking houses could see me. The pee splashed on the ground and I shuffled my feet even wider while leaning on the car to avoid getting my shoes wet. I was shaking in disbelief at what I was doing.
“Is everything alright.....I saw you go behind the car and I thought you had fallen or something and........ oh sorry.....I didn't realise.....sorry” with a giggle she turned to walk away.
She gave a little glance back and giggled again. I would have thought that I had blushed as much as I could blush with the attack to my dignity I had suffered already. I could clearly see as she walked further away that even in a skirt it was obvious she did have a wonderful bottom and generally was as a cute as a button. She had such a shine in her eyes and a friendly smile even if she was virtually laughing at me. I could only imagine what a gorgeous sight it would be to see her prancing around bottomless. Then a fresh panic swept through me, what if she told John what she had just seen, He was smart enough to know that it must be me and if she did would he tell her about me.
At last I stood up and trying not to look at the little puddle I walked to the bus stop. My head was all over the place and as I was waiting to get off the bus in town with my pulse just about returning to normal for the first time in the last three hours, I saw Emily Jessop and Carla Spencer. Of all the girls in school who I would have hated to see me like this it was those two. They were inseparable and caused trouble no matter what they did. From constantly talking in class to being disruptive as well spreading no end of gossip and always seeming to be picking on someone or other. I kept my head down and tried to walk past in the sheer hope they would not see me.
As if I was I going to be so lucky.
“Hi Miss Hughes.......we thought it was you.......but then we saw the ….skirt and” giggled Emily.
Without having time to work it out I had to say something “Er...oh ….I have had an......er accident and had to change out of my jeans....this is all I had” I mumbled.
Oh god....you haven't wet yourself ….have you Miss” and with that both girls burst out laughing.
“NO.....No of course not.....it was a cup of coffee.....Not that it has anything to do with you two” I let out in my best teacher voice.
“Don't try and get all bossy with us.....we're not in school now.....besides you look more like a school girl in that skirt than we do”. they thought they were such cleaver little bitches.
Not wanting this to get any worse and without wanting to prolong the conversation any longer and with several people looking on I turned to walk away.
“Oh wow....can you see that....someone's smacked her legs”they laughed and almost cackled like the little witches they were.
“Hey Miss.....are you sure you haven't got caught wetting yourself and then had your legs smacked” they were in complete hysterics laughing so much now.
Why did I have to pick bottoms instead of war for this stupid History Project. I was beginning to think it was cursed and seem to be taking on a life of its own. How many more people were going to get under its spell. I gave a little look back and saw two girls I would have liked to give what I had got this afternoon and felt sure I would get an A given the chance.