St Dunstan's: Slave Auction
The teachers and female students of St Dunstan’s are working hard on their fundraising plans so they can buy a new minibus. But some of the proud rich athletes of the school feel it’s pathetic to beg for money like this and are doing whatever they can to dodge getting their hands dirty.
Buttman and Cumshot have slipped away to have a smoke. They’re doing their best to avoid all this fundraising nonsense. If the school wants money that bad they’ll just get their parents to cut them a check.
Plus they’re eager to spend as little time around those girls as possible after what happened on the exam day.They feel ashamed about what the girls made them do and avoid talking about it. After ejaculating in front of a whole group of the school’s students Buttman has been trying to prove his masculinity so acts as tough as possible.
“When I get out of here I’m getting a summer job in Beefa,” he brags.
“My uncle knows this man who runs all the big parties.”
“Oh man, the ladies go moist for the DJ,” Cumshot smirks.
“The girls have to be NAKED."
Cumshot nods impressed
"Only the fittest get in. It‘s a fucking ORGY!” They hear a shout come from the back door. “Boys!”
Mr Martin suddenly appears, “I thought I’d find you lot hiding around here.”
Buttman quickly tosses away his cigarette.
“Smoking eh?” Mr Martin says threateningly. “Sir?” Buttman says innocently. “Don’t ‘Sir!’ me young man. I may be new here but I’m far from a soft touch.”
“We weren’t smoking Sir,” Buttman stammers.
Mr Martin looks ready to give him a smack for so blatantly lying. Quickly Buttman comes up with another lie, “We were discussing our career options for next year.”
“Really? Well in that case you’ve heard of a CV,” Mr Martin says looking from one boy to the other.
Buttman has no idea what he’s talking about.
Mr Martin sighs like he should have expected as much, “A CV is something you can show when you go for a job interview."
“Who’s your form teacher?” he demands.
“Miss Warburton,” Cumshot mumbles hesitantly.
“Fundraising for the school minibus would be a good thing to put down on your CV,” he says severely. "Some of the school mums are coming to bid on boys to help them with housework."
"I want both of you to enter the school Slave Auction.”
Buttman snickers at the mention of housework. He’s never had to do any in his life and he's not about to start now! “Fuck that! I'm worth more than 20p!” he scoffs.
Mr Martin’s patience is running very thin with this little punk.
The teacher grabs him and shouts, “Ungrateful sods!”Buttman wants to panic but he tries hard to remain cool in the face of Mr Martin’s anger. He openly smirks knowing he's got a rise out of the teacher.
“Don’t tell me you and the rugby team won’t benefit from a new minibus!” Mr Martin says.The lads bow their heads in embarrassment as he shoves them back toward the school.
“Get over to the assembly hall now and see Miss Warburton!"
The scowling boys trudge off, cursing this whole stupid school in their heads.
Mr Martin’s only just begun working at St Dunstan’s and he’s already sick of these spoiled little twits.
Someone has to teach them a good lesson!
"Wanker!" Buttman mutters under his breath.
“Some of those mums are quite hot,” Cumshot says as a way of making it look like he’s not being made to do this.
“I bet I get the highest bid,” he boasts.
“They can use me for fucking service,” Buttman says. “And Me!” Cumshot agrees excitedly.
In the assembly hall, Miss Warburton and the other students are preparing things for the arrival of the mums. The slave auction will begin soon and the highly strung teacher wants everything to be perfect so they can raise as much money as possible for their fund raiser.
Miss Warburton is fussing about. In a nervous state she’s confusing the girls who have been assigned to the task of making punch for the guests.
She tells Emily to be sure to lay out enough full glasses for people to take as they arrive.
Buttman and Cumshot grudgingly slink into the room wishing they could be anywhere but here.
“I don’t believe it!” Miss Warburton exclaims. She never would have expected these boys to show up at a charity function.
“We’re here to offer our services to the slave auction,” Buttman says resentfully. “Its for our VC,” Cumshot beams proudly. She is immensely pleased that these boys are finally taking some interest in school. “Alright, go and wait backstage and I’ll sort you out in a minute.”
“Just a minute,” Miss motions the girls over to her. They were hoping they could slip out without her noticing to escape getting assigned yet another task for the auction.
“If you’re going to usher in the ladies your uniforms must be absolutely perfect,” she says touching Emily's ear-rings.
Mr Martin steps into the room and watches carefully to see how Miss Warburton handles these mischievous looking girls.
"I'm afraid you'll have to remove your jewellery," Miss Warburton says firmly.
“Awww, I got these for my birthday,” Emily smiles trying to win her over. “Oh please Miss Warburton!” Alice chimes in. “Don’t you think they’re nice?”
“Yes girls, they’re lovely...” she flutters.
"But they are simply not part of regulation school uniform and…”
Mr Martin has heard enough. There isn’t enough discipline at this school. No wonder it has such a reputation for unruly behaviour. He's determined to put a stop to it.
"NO you may NOT wear earrings with your school uniforms," he says firmly.
"You are both representing the school," he reminds them.
He holds out his hand with authority leaving the girls no chance to argue with him.
Miss Warburton bristles watching this new teacher walk up and give orders to her students.
The girls seem much happier to comply for him.
He’s so cute that all the girls have been imagining what he’d look like with his shirt off from the first day he walked into St Dunstan’s.
“You’ll get them back at the end of term,” he says. “Now go wash your hands and then finish sorting out the fruit punch before the guests arrive.”
The girls aren’t pleased that they’ll have to live without their new earrings for so long, but they find it difficult to talk back to the handsome new teacher.
They giggle and walk away whispering to each other about Mr Martin.
“Thank you Tony, I was dealing with that,” Miss Warburton says crisply.
He’s not in the mood to deal with teachers that get bitchy when someone steps on their toes.
“The same way you dealt with that gang of boys?" he asks sarcastically. "I just caught them out back smoking!”
“Smoking? Oh dear...” she says nervously.
“You know Karen, I think you have a discipline problem.”
“You know what they say about 'spare the rod…' Frankly if you don’t start coming down HARD I’m going to have words with the Headmaster.”
She is shocked he would talk to her so brazenly.
Miss Warburton puffs up, astounded a new teacher would presume to give her advice after all her years of experience. “Yes, well I must make sure the students are prepared before the mums arrive,” she says instead of arguing with him. “Excuse me.”
Mr Martin nods satisfied he’s won this round.
Mathew and Michael are hurrying back to St Dunstan's hoping they won't be late for the charity slave auction.
"Your hair cut looks wicked," Michael says. "Did you get it done today?" "Yeah, I want to make a good impression for the mums," Mathew replies.
"And Miss Warburton said that as representatives of the St Dunstan's Boys Choir we should be on top form," he adds. "Every little bit helps if we're going to raise enough money for a new school van."
Emily and Alice have been left alone to prepare the fruit punch like Mr Martin asked them to.
Being new to the school, Mr Martin doesn't yet realise that when left to themselves the girls of this school start getting funny ideas.
"Non-alcoholic fruit punch?!" Alice says disappointed. She doesn't understand why school rules won't allow anything more. They'd obviously make more money if the punch had something extra.
"I’ve just had a thought," Alice gets a wicked glint in her eyes. She looks around to make sure it's clear and pulls a bottle out of her bag.
"What’s that?" Emily asks. "Spanish Fly," Alice says flashing the bottle. "It makes you all hot and warm down here."
"Let's put in just a little," Alice says.
"Ooh. Let’s try some," Emily grabs it.
She tips it back taking a big swig and then coughs feeling the burning liquid slide down her throat.
"Urrgh! They’ll never touch that," Emily says. Alice shrugs and decides to pour the entire bottle in.
"Hadn't you better disguise it with something?" Emily says.
Alice pulls out another bottle from her bag.
"Vodka?!" Emily exclaims.
"I swiped it from my parents," Alice says.
"You can’t taste it in fruit juice."
"If we’re doing that let’s go the whole hog," she says.
Emily smiles mysteriously and takes out a packet filled with bright pills.
Alice recognizes what they are from the time that officer came into the school and warned them about the dangers of drugs. He showed them examples of different kinds that had been confiscated in drug busts. "You’re joking aren’t you?" Alice says astonished.
"Why not?" Emily reasons. "We want everyone to have a good time and bid lots, right?" She pours the whole packet into the bowl of punch.
"How much is that?" Alice whispers hurriedly.
"It's enough ecstasy for a herd of elephants!" Emily says proudly.
Alice stirs it vigorously watching the little pills dissolve in the dark liquid.
They pour the rest of the juice in to make sure it doesn’t look suspicious.
"Mmm... the mums will love this," Alice says.
Mr Martin is pleased that all the students seem to be pitching in. “How is the punch coming along ladies?” he asks.
“Very well sir,” Alice smiles sweetly. But she is distracted by something strange coming through the door.
David limps awkwardly into the room clutching his penis and rubbing his sore bottom.
The girls spontaniously burst out in laughter. Mr Martin turns to see what they are looking at, but is so astonished by what he sees he blinks not believing his eyes.
“What is happening at this school?!?” Mr Martin wonders.
The girls recognize it’s that pervert David Wellings who wanked in front of an entire classroom! Now he’s running around the school naked!
“What do you think you‘re doing young man?!” he yells.
David chokes on a sob and goes red. He can’t even begin to explain the humiliation he’s gone through having his clothes ripped off and stolen by some other school girls.
“What is so funny ladies?” Mr Martin screams at the girls.
Of course, instead of making them feel guilty his words double their laughter.
“I don’t have time to deal with this now!” Mr Martin says exasperated.
He begins guiding the boy away, but then he freezes in place.
David clutches his penis and balls afraid of being mocked more by his classmates.
“I have to finish preparing everything before the mums get here. Help him and the other boys get ready back stage, will you?” Mr Martin instructs the girls.
He has too much on his mind to deal with this warped boy right now so he passes them off to the other students.
The mums are arriving to bid in the first St Dunstans Slave Auction, having no idea what the teachers or students have in store for them.
“Oh hello!” Miss Warburton greets the first mum. “Thank you so much for coming to our slave auction.”
Mrs Jackson smiles and shakes her hand. “I hope you’ve brought your cheque book!” Miss Warburton adds and then laughs falsely.
“Good to meet you,” Mr Martin says equally full of false charm. “There’s complimentary fruit punch on the table over there.”
Mrs Jackson is very pleased by the sight of this new teacher. She thinks she needs to visit her children’s school more often.
“Mathew and Michael have a cloakroom for your coats.”
Mrs Jackson spies the two sexy young boys that he was referring to.
“Hello!” they continue shaking the mums hands. "Thank you for coming.”
Emily and Alice quickly ladle out glasses of their spiked fruit punch for the women coming towards them.
Feeling parched, Mrs Jackson immediately reaches out for one.
Alice says invitingly, "This is our special recipe."
She swirls her glass testingly.
Then she shrugs and takes a long sip.
Alice asks the ladies coyly, "What sort of ‘slave’ are you looking to buy?"
"There are all kinds of boys at this school," Emily says.
“I need someone to cut the verge around my front lawn,” Mrs Atkins says, sampling the concoction.
The ladies nod in agreement at the good idea.
That’s not the sort of thing Emily and Alice thought the women would have in mind.
“I could do with a couple of boys to help with the shopping,” Mrs Jackson says offering her glass for a top-up.
"Oh, this punch is delicious," Mrs Atkins says.
The women quickly get through a few glasses each.
"Mmmm. Lovely punch," Mrs Lancashire comments.
"Such a strong flavour," Mrs Atkins agrees.
“What do you really need done?" Alice asks. "Remember, you can tell your slaves to do ANYTHING.”
The women snicker nervously, guzzling down their punch. Surely the boys on auction aren’t expected to do anything the women ask, are they?
“They are slaves after all,” Alice says simply.
“That’s true,” the women laugh together. Why not come up with some more fun ideas? “AND you want to get your money’s worth!” Emily reminds them.
“Oh you’re right there!” Mrs Atkins chuckles already feeling slightly intoxicated.
“Where are you hiding the little buggers anyway?" Mrs Lancashire wonders a little too loudly.
"Oh you'll see them soon enough," Alice assures them. "We helped prepare them ourselves!"
They eagerly ladle out more punch.
The women’s imaginations start to go wild as they tip back more of the spiked punch.
Emily and Alice giggle together seeing their special recipe really is having an effect on these normally prim mums.
“Oh thank you so much for coming to our slave auction,” Miss Warburton says greeting the women who seem to be flooding into the hall now.
“I hope you’ve brought your cheque book!” Miss Warburton laughs falsely, starting to sound like a broken record.
She is beaming at anyone in sight and is surprised when Emily comes up behind her.
“Miss Warburton I brought you some punch,” Emily says sweetly.
“Thank you Alice! My mouth is getting a bit dry from saying ‘hello’ so many times,” she chuckles.
“This’ll pick you up,” Emily says in a chirpy voice. "The mums all love it."
Miss Warburton takes a long sip.
Emily can't supress a large grin from spreading across her face.
Miss Warburton has come over all hot and fans herself.
“Thank you Emily, I’m so glad the mums are settling in,” Miss Warburton says. “You girls are doing a marvellous job.”
This is her chance to prove how competent she can be to Mr Martin. She takes a large sip of the punch trying to relax herself.
She suddenly feels much calmer and loose.
“Miss Warburton said if we raise enough money they’ll be able to afford new song books for our choir too!” Michael says excitedly.
“That’s awesome! We’ll sing till our throats hurt!” Mathew exclaims. Michael sees some mums approaching.
“Hello boys!” The women say with slightly slurred voices.
They press their jackets against them and say, “Thank you!”
“Are you two offering yourselves as slaves?” Mrs Atkins is eager to know.
The boys are startled by the women’s manner. They’re already acting very familiar with them.
They never thought they’d actually be labelled slaves.
It makes them feel uncomfortable.
“Because I’ve got a very big cheque book for the right kind of boy,” Mrs Lancashire assures him.
“Err yes,” Mathew says remembering his conviction to raise as much money as possible. “We’re in the school choir.” adds Michael.
“We’re singing hymns at 10p each,” Michael says.
The women burst out laughing in a way the boys don't understand. They are acting awfully funny.
"Oh thank you so much for coming to our slaveboy auction." Miss Warburton greets the last Mum warmly,
"There are some stunning boys to choose from." she adds enthusiastically,
“I know we're in for one hell of an evening tonight!"
"I hope you find something you fancy." Miss Warburton continues as if the 2 women are dear old friends.
The lady is a little taken aback by the teacher's forwardness. Miss Warburton still hasn't let go of her hand.
“Miss Warburton". Alice has brought the teacher yet another cupful of her special punch.
The teacher is elated. It's as if Alice has read her mind and brought her the one thing she wants right now more than anything else.
“The punch is certainly going down well with the ladies." Alice remarks.
Miss Warburton doesn't wait a second to gulp down the punch.
"Look, I've got football training to sort out." says Mr Martin, "It looks like it's all going swimmingly here."
Relishing every last drop of punch it takes a moment for Miss Warburton to hear Mr Martin's words. She can't imagine anything worse right now that Mr Martin leaving.
“Oh Tony! How can we have a slave auction without you?!"
"The boys are going to be too nervous." she begins,
"They need a MAN to show them how to do it."
"You think so?" replies Mr Martin, flattered by Miss Warburton's approach, "I don't know it it's appropriate." "Certainly it is!" counters Miss Warburton,
"We need to raise a lot of money." she continues,
"I'm sure I'll get a high price for you." Mr Martin smiles at her sweet-talking.
The mums are crowding into the hall and slinging back the girls' special fruit punch ready for the show to begin.
Mathew and Michael dutifully hang up all the ladies' coats.
“What were those women on about before?” Michael asks. “They were acting like my parents on New Year’s.” “Don’t worry about it,” Mathew says.
"I think they are just happy to be here."
“Can we sing Pie Jesu first?” Michael asks.
“That’s a great song to start with. They love it at Christmas!” Mathew says noticing some of the mums coming towards them.
Mrs Joint is looking them over as if weighing up how much they are worth.
They stride up to the boys and instantly begin acting very familiar with them.
Mrs Joint thinks this nice tall one would be very helpful around her house. She wonders if he'll be up for auction.
Mrs Fozzard latches herself to Michael and giggles excitedly looking deep into his beautiful dark eyes.
Mrs Joint smiles brightly and links her arm through the boy's arm while clutching her third glass of punch.
“Come and sit with us,” the ladies invite them, pulling them along before they have a chance to answer. “We need some company for the show,” Mrs Fozzard says squeezing Michael’s arm.
Mrs Roby stares excitedly at the boys being paraded past her.
Mrs Joint has sandwiched Mathew between herself and Mrs Moore.
"You're a choirboy?" asks Mrs Fozzard, surprised, "You look very strong for a choirboy."
Mrs Fozzard's hand slides down between his knees making the boy tremble badly.
Mathew doesn't know how to react when Mrs Moore begins to grope his chest even before being introduced!
"Mmm...I'm sure you won't mind me...inspecting the quality of the merchandise before I bid on it." she whispers coyly.
Mathew's experience of women has only extended as far as teachers, like Miss Warburton, and the school Matron when he comes down with a cold.
"Do they allow girls in the choir?" asks Mrs Fozzard sliding up very close to Michael. "It's just, you seem a little nervous around us." Michael freezes unable to answer at first feeling the women so intensely close. "Actually we don't have girls in the St Dunstans choir." he finally answers.
Mathew has completely clammed up. Mrs Joint and Mrs Moore are enjoying making him squirm.
"I wonder if these boys have ever had an orgasm." wonders Mrs Roby very loudly.
"Don't be so disgusting!" Michael blurts out angrily. The reaction of the two women is not as Michael expects. Instead of stopping in their tracks insulted, they continue to paw at him as if nothing had happened!
Michael sees Miss Warburton about to mount the stage. "Thank the Lord. These women will have to stop molesting me so they can watch the show."
The women begin to applaud as Miss Warburton takes centre stage.
"Thank you ladies."
“Welcome to the first St Dunstans School Slave Auction!"
There are whoops and cheers from the mums. And heckles of "bring on the boys".
"Thank you all for coming.
And remember, everything raised tonight goes towards the new school minibus."
The women cheer all eager to begin.
"Without further ado let me bring on lot number 1. He's a geography teacher, who is also the hunky football coach. Normally he is called "SIR" but tonight WE'RE in charge aren't we girls?! So please welcome on stage the one,
...the only...TONY!!!!"
The crowd cheers except for Michael who looks on in hope that Mr Martin will keep the women entertained long enough for the terrified lad to escape.
Mr Martin bounds onto the stage smiling. "So Ladies," Miss Warburton begins her sales pitch.
"Lot number 1 is Tony. He is six feet tall. He is dark, blue eyed and unbelievably handsome!"
"Show us his muscles" comes a shout from the audience.
Miss Warburton is loving the authority her role as Mistress of Ceremonies is giving her. It's almost as if she were conducting a real slave auction from historical times.
She begins to physically turn Mr Martin around.
The women hungrily eye the teacher from head to foot.
"As you can now see ladies this slave is very fit."
She runs her hand down Mr Martin's firm muscular back to whoops from the crowd.
"He also...has strong, POWERFUL, legs." she adds sexily.
Encouraged by the cheers from the crowd she strokes and gropes Mr Martin's hard athletic buttocks.
The ladies are in awe. Miss Warburton is learning how to tease the crowd. "Take his trousers off!" Mrs Lancashire yells.
Mr Martin quickly spins around and assumes his best professional grin. Everyone is having a good time and he feels very flattered, but the ladies are getting a little carried away. He jovially tries to caution the excited crowd of women, "Ladies, remember that this isn't a literal slave..."
"Oh go on Tony..." Miss Warburton says causing the crowd to respond with wild cheers of encouragement.
Nervous about looking like a jerk in front of everyone and feeling the bright spotlight covering him he relents, "Alright ladies, just for you. I want lots of high bids for this."
Miss Warburton is encouraged by how easy it was to coax Mr Martin out of his trousers. "Remember ladies you'll be bidding on six feet of pure muscle for your own personal use!"
Mr Martin strains to maintain a grin while he pulls his trousers down.
Waves of applause and whistles sweep the audience.
Miss Warburton realizes how excited the crowd is growing and makes her want to be bolder.
"Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?!" The alcohol and drugs are rushing through her body driving Miss Warburton to say and do whatever she wants without fear of the repercussions. "Shall we start the bidding at 10p?" A hand instantly shoots up.
"Do I hear 20?" "20p!" Mrs Jackson chimes in.
"50p!" comes another shout instantly. "A pound!" Mrs Atkins hand shoots up. Miss Warburton is dizzy with the frenzy of bids making her think she could get a fortune out of this teacher if she plays her cards right.
More than anything Mr Martin doesn't want to look like a fool in front of the school he so recently started working at. With all the mums in the audience cheering him on and Miss Warburton insisting he remove his trousers, he'd look like a very poor sport if he refused to join in the fun.
A frenzy of bidding has already started for the sexy athletic teacher.
“Any higher?" Miss Warburton asks.
“Come on! Off with his shirt!” Mrs Atkins demands. She stares at Miss Warburton, trying to convince her that she has to make him do it.
“Go on Tony,” Miss Warburton says. “It’s for the school!” He clears his throat and begins removing his tie trying to figure out how to get out of this without looking like a royal arsehole.
He angrily unbuttons his shirt thinking he’ll just flash his chest and then get dressed again.
“What do you think ladies?” Miss Warburton asks the audience.
“Can a busy man like Tony hold a full time teaching job and keep up his physique?”
The women cheer and shout “Yes!”
Mr Martin makes a big false grin back at them, feeling very uncomfortable with the way they are discussing him.
“Show us those muscles Tony!” Miss Warburton yells stirring up the crowd.
His hands are trembling as he fumbles with the buttons hearing the screams of the crowd and feeling all their eyes on him.
Miss Warburton begins a chant “Off! Off! Off!” It’s quickly picked up by the audience who join in.
Miss Warburton feels giddy from her newfound power. He’s actually stripping his shirt off! Just because she told him to! “That answers our question doesn’t it,” she says. "Not only can this man teach and hold the school together... But he can look damn hot at the same time!”
The women cheer wildly in agreement. "Show it off big boy!" Mrs Jackson yells.
Mr Martin feels incredibly self conscious.
“Don’t just stand there,” Miss Warburton chides him. “Really show the ladies what they’ll be getting!”
He smiles stupidly again wanting to tell Miss Warburton this has gone far enough.
The women whistle and clap egging him on to show off more.
Mr Martin does a little dance, flexing his arms. “There you are ladies,” Miss Warburton says. “I think we can do better than 2 pounds now, can’t we?”
“5 pounds!” Mrs Jackson instantly jumps in.
Alice and Emily eagerly come up behind the audience to see how the slave auction is going.
Alice is impressed with the effect their punch is having. They’ve been watching the way the ladies have been draping themselves across Michael and Mathew.
“More punch ladies?” she asks them.
“Still thirsty? Can I get you more punch?” Emily asks Mrs Fozzard and Mrs Roby. "Oh yes!" all the women answer. The girls giggle together. It’s all working better than they’d hoped!
“Your teacher’s very fit isn’t he?” she asks Michael. He shrugs in embarrassment aware of her hand caressing him again, “Yes. I suppose so.”
He stiffens and jerks away feeling her suddenly grab for his tie.
The ladies just laugh at his obvious embarrassment and confidently pull at his shirt. “Oh don’t be shy,” Mrs Roby says yanking up his shirt that was so carefully tucked in.
Mrs Moore eagerly undresses her silent choirboy.
“Oh delicious,” Mrs Fozzard murmurs admiring his young muscles.
“Here we are,” Mrs Moore. “Now we can get a proper look at you.”
“Just singing must not give you much time to work these legs out,” Mrs Moore says stroking them.
“Oh God!” he thinks panicked, his dick going really stiff in his pants. “What’s happening?”
“Or this chest,” Mrs Joint says stroking his pecs and rubbing his hard nipple. Feeling the women’s hands slide all over his body makes Mathew cover his crotch and push his erection down. He’s terrified that he really will have an accident very soon!
Returning with more glasses of spike punch, Alice and Emily are thrilled to see that the mums have removed the boys’ shirts.
The women eagerly tip back the punch faster than before.
Mrs Moore feels the liquid burning inside her, tearing down her inhibitions.
The bidding has been steadily increasing. “Is there any advance on 20 pounds?” Miss Warburton asks the audience.
"Come on Tony! Show these women the kind of work you can do. Demonstrate how you'd trim their grass verges!"
The blood rushes in Mr Martin's ears following her orders. Since he’s already gone this far he feels like there’s no backing out. He’s used to getting nothing but respect from anyone he meets, but now he’s bending down in front of the audience of women practically naked.
“Is that all you do to trim grass?” Mrs Atkins calls out.
Mr Martin angrily crawls around the stage pretending he’s using a pair of shears. Miss Warburton suddenly gets a glint in her eye.
The women stare in amazement as Miss Warburton smiles sinisterly at the audience and hikes up her skirt to step over Mr Martin.
"Imagine having this in your front garden. Why, if you feel like a rest you could even sit on him!" The women go wild shouting their approval, encouraging her to really go for it. Mr Martin can’t believe what she’s doing!
“Lot number 1 also makes great transportation!” she says squeezing him between her thighs and planting herself on his back.
“Giddy up horsey!” she shouts feeling an incredible surge of power. "Take me for a ride!"
The women clap enthusiastically making Mr Martin feel unable to just throw her off his back.
“Come on boy!” she hollars slapping his arse.
The women know there’s no stopping them now. They can do whatever they want to him now that he's on his knees wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of boxers.
The women suddenly start shouting, “Off! Off! Off!” “You’re right ladies,” Miss Warburton laughs getting down on her knees.
“I’ve never seen a stallion wearing shorts either!” she says grabbing onto his shorts.
“Yes!” scream the women together. She wants to just tear them right off from his arse.
She knows Mr Martin and he won't do a thing because he doesn't want to look like an idiot spoiling the party.
She toys with his pants, stetching and tearing them.
The women cheer her on encouraging her.
She playfully stretches them over his muscular arse, pulling them until they are about to snap.
The women are ecstatic watching him be so decisively stripped.
The fabric rips apart with a loud tearing sound revealing Mr Martin’s arse to the audience.
"Yeah!" Miss Warburton screams triumphantly.
Their eyes are glued to his beautiful white cheeks exposed in the bright beam of the spot light.
She slides the torn fabric away from around Mr Martin's legs.
Miss Warburton takes a moment to admire the big round arse cheeks she's been eyeing up ever since he started at this school.
Encouraged by the cheers from the crowd, Miss Warburton swings her arm out to give his round bum a good hard smack.
The women stare astonished but also incredibly turned on seeing a big tough man stripped naked so cunningly.
“How about it ladies?!” “More!” the women cry in unison.
Miss Warburton is ecstatic showing off his arse to the crowd of women.
She laughs thinking how his shorts are ruined now. There’s no way he can wear them again! She can’t believe she’s getting away with it.
“What more can I do to this arrogant teacher?” she wonders.
The intoxicating fruit punch is really taking effect, but she also feels more in control than she ever has before.
She sees what she wants and grabs for it.
The women gasp collectively and start giggling uncontrollably.
He looks so small kneeling on the stage trembling like a little boy, when earlier he seemed so big and important. She takes up the riding crop and stands triumphantly above him laughing.
