A schoolboy learns his place in the world thanks to a strict, vindictive headmistress. |
There was a knock on her door “Enter,” called Miss Hendricks in a refined tone. Like a timid little mouse, young Timothy Stonewall appeared, waiting for further encouragement before he let himself take a step further. Situated behind her massive desk, 56 year old Ruth Hendricks removed her glasses and welcomed the boy in. “Hello Timothy,” Miss Hendricks smiled tenderly at him from across her broad desk “Why don't you come in and have a seat.” As both the headmistress of the school and a staunch disciplinarian, Ruth was used to her pupils becoming nervous in her presence. Especially when she called them into her office. She was after all quite a tall woman for her age, and though many mistook her for simply being overweight, the truth was her arms and legs were impressively sculpted. Leaner even than most body builders. Sure she had a bit of a belly roll to her, several in fact, but it never bothered her. Being obese simply seemed to work in her favor somehow. “Have I done something wrong?” Timothy asked churlishly, falling into the chair like a sack of potatoes. “Well,” Miss Hendricks sucked air through her teeth, “Yes... and no.” Timothy watched the headmistress ruffle through the papers on her desk, until she found what she was looking for and perched her half moon glasses upon her delicate nose, reading the document over to make sure. “This is your recent maths score, is that correct?” she asked swiftly, turning the paper over so he could lean forward and view it. He recognized it alright, along with h is near perfect 99% score. When he confirmed it, she smiled again. “And do you see anything wrong with it?” mMiss Hendricks wanted to know, still holding his test sheet for him to see. Timothy's pale blue eyes criss crossed the paper a dozen times, he knew by her mirthless expression that the answer should be obvious to him. “I...” he shuffled, suddenly uncomfortable, “I don't see anything wrong,” he admitted, shrugging limply. “Oh?” she sounded surprised, “I thought it was quite evident.” And with an increasingly knitted brow, he watched her hover a purple painted fingernail over his final score. “The score?” he blinked, heavily confused, “What's wrong with my score? I got the highest mark in class.” Miss Hendrick's face betrayed no ounce of emotion as she shook her head, disappointed. “And that's precisely the problem isn't it?” She sighed before tearing his math test in two, then ripping it again, over and over until it started to resemble confetti. His mouth agape, Timothy felt his temper rising. “Why did you!?” he never got the words out as she silenced him with a shake of her head a finger to her plump lips. “Shh, shh,” she hushed him like an infant, delicately removing her spectacles. “I'll tell you why I did that. It's because, quite simply, your score was far too high.” The boy started to think this was a joke. “Are you serious?” he asked with a layer of doubt, “I mean... are you serious?” “Oh I'm quite serious, let me assure you.” she said firmly, standing up so fast it nearly made him fall over in his chair. She stalked around her desk in high heels until she was standing before him. Her ample rear end resting against her table. “In this school, we really don't like to see boys outperform girls at maths, science, art or... or well, at anything really,” she sniffed haughtily, “So we're going to have to ask you to resit that test and this time, we expect a more suitable result.” she was enjoying watching him squirm in his increasing dread. “Huh?” he grunted like a dumb little ape, his body turned halfway as if fearing an attack. Miss Hendricks rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. “Boys,” she tittered and without a moment's hesitation staved the unsuspecting youngster square in the chest with her heel. Watching him topple back helplessly and in pain, a smug, victorious curl appearing at either side of her mouth. When Timothy had recovered his senses, he gasped as his headmistress stepped over his fallen chair and stood, legs on either side of his head as she spoke down to him. He could see straight up her skirt to where her stretched, thin, black underwear strained to hold in her overhanging belly and large mound. “Surely a bright little bastard like you must have noticed how just how much better girls seem to perform in every area of education, yes” Miss Hendricks continued, hands on hips. “Now this is primarily because girls are simply far smarter, well tempered and better workers than boys will ever be. But,” She started to unzip her skirt, “Every so often an insolent little upstart, like yourself, pops up and tries to ruin everything. And we can't have that, tsk, tsk, we certainly can't.” The colour drained from Timothy's face as his headmistress stepped out of her skirt and tossed it away. Standing with her powerful legs towering above him, her well filled panties bursting to come off! “So, to keep the status quo in check, you are going to resit that test and this time,” she started to pull down her underwear slowly, “You will make sure your score is at least below 40%... no.... let's make it 20%. Consider it retribution for trying to rise above your station.” He'd never seen a woman's area before, and if he was honest, he couldn't really tell what he was looking at. Miss Hendricks groin was a tangle of thick, wiry pubic hair. Her belly spilled over her crotch and nearly hid most of her chubby mound. Yet even from this distance, he could see something glistening and pink peek out. “I... I'm telling my mom!” Timothy promised, as if that would threaten her. “Oh are you now?” she sniggered vindictively, stepping over his head until she was facing the opposite way. His mouth fell and his face lit up as he witnessed the overweight woman cup her massive ass and pull herself apart. The pink slit Timothy had seen before opened like the mouth of a cat, all wrinkled flesh and bumpy sheen. “I suppose you could do that, not that she'd believe you, or... you could agree to retake the test and as a reward,” She started falling, coming to a squat with her sickly, squelching mass a foot from his face, “I'll sit on your wretched little face!” She smiled smugly, stretching her cunt wide. He knew he should be trying to escape, to get away and call for help. But the heat from her thick mound was so stifling, it made his mind race!, and the smell of her void engulfed him like an intoxicating drug, filling his senses with arousal and lust. “Do we have a deal little boy?” She asked as if she already knew his answer. 'Don't do it!' his sensible upper mind urged, 'Don't do it!!' “Okay,” he squeaked, grinding his teeth for what was to come. “You'll re-sit the test?” she nodded as he moaned a resigned 'yes' “and you promise to get a lower score?” “Yes!” he assured her, his face burning bright red with shame. “You'd better,” she warned, inching herself onto his face, “I don't give out second chances.” Sliming onto his nose, lips, chin and eyes, Miss Hendricks tucked her legs beneath her and rested her full weight on top of him. His reaction was highly satisfying, he tried fruitlessly to push her staggering weight off his head, but she calmly took his hands away and held them out uselessly. “Oh what's the matter? Am I too heavy?” she chuckled, wiggling him beneath her mercilessly, “You'd better get used to it, boy.” she sneered, letting his limp arms flop to the floor like slabs of meat. “We are in control now, and it's better you start learning your place when your still young. When your still so... impressionable. Heh, heh, heh," she reached and fondled down his pants, to her lack of surprise, he was small. 'They're all small.' she thought bitterly. Grinding her genitals up and down his wincing, breathless face, Miss hendricks smirked viciously and held onto her hips as she wound her body like a corkscrew, covering every last inch of his face with her essence. When she sat up, the lashings of syrupy stringy tendrils of pussy drippings still connected over his face lifted her spirit to the skies. “You're not smart enough to know it yet, but I've ruined you, forever,” she smiled indignantly, raising her nose up at him, “You'll never be the same after this. And you'll envy women for the rest of your miserable little life, and rightly so, since we're simply having so much more fun.” Spreading her gaping area, Miss Hendricks descended upon her stunned pupil and forced him back into her vagina unwaveringly. Bucking her hips, she got to work on what would no doubt be a thrilling orgasm, knowing it could take as long as an hour for her to achieve climax. |