Teaching the Teacher (part 1)

By rocketeer

It was Joe's first job. He was 24, fresh out of college and new to the teaching field. He had short hair, wore contacts and was now the new History teacher for 11th and 12th graders in the high school. What Joe lacked in experience, he compensated for with ambition. It was late in August, a week before Labor Day and classes had just begun. Being the first week of school, Joe was a little nervous. Just five years earlier he had been a high school student. Back then he was athletic, lettering in field and football. He was also academically inclined but didn't get involved with many girls. Throughout college, his athletic physique disappeared, replaced by more average features.

Joe had every intention of being the best possible teacher. On the first day, he encouraged students to have open lines of communication and he divulged his e-mail address as well as his home phone number to the students, so they could contact him whenever they had a question or needed help. Joe lived in a nice suburb. He rented a house and didn't have to share with any other renters. The neighborhood was quiet. There were a few students of his that lived in the neighborhood, but he rarely saw them out of the classroom as he often stayed late at school and kept to himself at home. Most students liked him as a teacher. He was fair and at the very least tried to keep interest. While Joe was teaching, his mind would often drift as he looked at his students. In his mind, Joe was evaluating the female students, noticing how often they wore short skirts, tight shirts and blouses, etc. This was not a conscious thing but Joe had no girlfriend, although he did occasionally date.

One day after school had let out, one of his students came seeking some help. She was Teya, an athletic looking student. She was one of those students who, although wasn't in any sports, looked as if she spent some time in the gym. She wore a black skirt separated from platform sandals by two smooth, long legs. Up top she covered her moderate cleavage with a bra under a petite top. She expressed concern to Joe about her first test grade, which was less than favorable. She asked if he would be available to help her study. He suggested she talk to the tutor but she dismissed the idea because she wasn't available during the tutor's hours. Knowing that she lived just a short distance from the teacher, Teya asked if she could come to his house later that night. Although Joe felt a slight sinking feeling about the situation he was always open and thought it would be ok. He agreed. The night that she requested was a Friday.

Joe had gathered some material to go over and was expecting her when the doorbell rang around 6:30. Teya was wearing the same outfit as earlier and Joe had lost his shirt in favor of a favorite tee, but was still adorning the khakis he had worn to class. Joe asked Teya in and offered her a seat. Joe's living room was far from luxurious but it did have the comforts of a couch and a few old chairs. Joe sat on a chair and Teya chose the couch. Joe noticed how Teya's golden hair was no longer up as it had been earlier, but was let loose. Joe asked Teya what she thought she needed the most help in. Teya gave a long account of how difficult she thought the material was throughout the class.

While she was talking, Joe noticed how Teya had crossed her legs and one foot kept rotating in little circles. Teya had nice feet. Joe noticed how smooth and flawless they were. The nails were painted red and looked like they had been meticulously maintained. He then moved his eyes upward and followed her shapely legs as they disappeared under the short material that made up her skirt. Teya's swinging foot gently grazed Joe’s leg, which was closest to her. This awoke him from his fixation, but already Joe felt a little movement between his spread legs.

Teya continued talking, but then upon noticing a bulge in Joe's pants expressed disgust saying, "Eww, what the hell is that? I'm trying to get help and you’re thinking about sex!" She jumped up. "What is the principal gonna think about that?" Joe gulped. A student, at his house on a Friday night, reporting him, a new teacher, having problems controlling himself. That wouldn't be good.

"I'm sorry," Joe stammered, as he jumped up as well. "I couldn't help it! Please, don't tell!"

Teya thought for a minute, then calmed a bit. "Why not?” she said.

"Please, I'm new and on probation. I'll...I'll..."Joe tried to propose.

"I'll tell you what," Teya said, realizing the power of her position. "I'll forget the event… but as punishment for... that (she pointed to his crotch) you'll have to do what I say." Joe assumed her to be reasonable and didn't give any thought to his ‘yes’ reply. Then Teya ordered him to remove his pants. This sent up a red flag in Joe’s mind.

"What? Remove my pants?"

Teya replied, "Yes. I want to see exactly what you couldn't help." Joe reluctantly undid his belt and then let his slacks drop to the floor. Then he looked down. The penis that had originally been at full mast was now limp behind its white cover. "Drop them!" barked Teya. Joe took his briefs and pulled them down, exposing his hanging genitals. He felt really naked and wondered why he didn't protest. Why had he succumbed to this 11th grade girl?

"Spread your legs," she told him. He complied and moved his legs to just over shoulder length apart. "Put your hands on your waist," she ordered. He did. She reached her hand out and he felt the touch of her hand on his penis, gently stroking it. The once limp member was now receiving increased blood flow and was steadily growing. When it was sticking straight out, she stepped back then, in a quick instant, brought her white sandal up to his balls, crushing them between her foot and his pelvic bone. Joe felt a sharp pain cut throughout him and reside in his stomach and groin. He fell to the floor.

Teya then used Joe's belt to secure his hands behind him so he was no longer able to clench his throbbing balls.

"What's a matter teacher? Do you have a little pain in the ballsie-wallsies?" Teya asked. Then, to Joe's surprise, she slid off her panties and shoved them in his mouth, which was open in disbelief and pain. Then she took her foot and ground it into his swelling nuts, twisting as she applied force. Joe couldn't believe that feet that beautiful could hurt so much.

Teya then backed off, went to Joe's refrigerator and brought back a beer, which she promptly opened and began consuming. By this time Joe had calmed down, although his groin was still throbbing. Teya told him to get up and helped by grabbing one of his bound arms and pulling him up. She then set down her beer and grabbed a hold of his balls, which made him cringe. They were already noticeably swelled from the trauma they had received. She took a ball in each hand, squeezing and rolling them. They both were still intact, which meant she could have much more fun. Maybe she could have fun with history yet...