How A Female Teacher Became An Obedient Little Pet Chapter - 3

Chapter 3

I stared at her down for a while then released her arm. She looked relieved. That wouldn't last long. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. "There's something I need to show you, Mrs. Gavelle ." I tapped my way to my videos' folder. "You might want to retake your seat."

"I'm fine. I'll stand."

"Have it your way." I double-tapped on her husband's video and handed her the phone.

After watching it for a few seconds, the color drained from her face and she sat back down. She watched for a little while longer then handed me back my phone. I stopped the video and put my phone back into my pocket. Mrs. Gavelle  sat with a lost expression for a few moments. Then she regained her composure.

"So...you've found out about my husband and Kevin."

Kevin Mitchell? The dentist?...That's who the other guy was? I found that surprising, but I was even more surprised she knew.

"I didn't know you knew about them."

"Of course I knew. They've been pulling this shit off for years."

Years? And did sweet Mrs. Gavelle  just say "shit?"

Moments went by. "So that's your plan, huh? You want to blackmail me into showing you my body."

I shrugged.

She thought. "And if I refuse?"

"Then everybody at the church gets an email of your husband's video," I bluffed. "I wonder what other qualifications Pastor David has."

"But, Ryan, I'm more than twice your age. Why would you want to see me naked?"

If she fished for a compliment she wasn't about to get one. "A naked body's a naked body."

She thought for a while. I could see an intense battle went on in her head. "If I do this...do you promise to delete that video?"

"I do." I nodded with my right hand raised.

She thought some more then sighed. "Fine." Mrs. Gavelle  stood. "Let's get this over with." She slowly reached for the top button of her shirt and unbuttoned it. I couldn't believe this was working. My heart thumped with anticipation. She undid the next button and then the next until her shirt fell open. Then she pulled her shirt off her shoulders and folded it neatly on her desk before she stood and waited.

"The bra." I motioned.

She slowly reached behind her back and unclasped her white bra. Her straps fell off her shoulders. Then she quickly pulled her bra away and covered her tits with her one arm as she dropped her bra on her desk with the other. I motioned for her to remove her arm from her chest. She complied and placed it by her side.

Man, Mrs. Gavelle  had a nice pair of tits. They didn't sag too much and still had a round shape, which was remarkable, considering she was the mother of three people. I also liked the contrast between her milky skin and rosy areoles, which were as wide as the rim of a cup and topped off by two nipples the size of cue tips. Fuck, I was rock hard and wanted to reach out, knead and suck on her tits. But it wasn't time for that. I needed to follow my plan and get there systematically.

"Not bad for an old woman, I guess." I shrugged. I could see on her face my words had stung. Of course I didn't feel that way, but the other part of my plan was to break her down mentally. "The stockings are next."

"They're not stockings. They're pantyhose."

"Whatever. Just do it."

She sighed, sat back in her chair and leaned over to remove her shoes. Then she reached under her skirt and rolled her hose down her legs and off her feet. She placed them on her desk and got back on her feet.

"Now the skirt."

She sighed again, pulled down the zip on her hip and then pushed her skirt to her ankles. I was greeted by the sight of white panties. She stepped out her skirt, bent over to pick it up and then folded it over her shirt. I asked her to do a slow spin. She complied and as she faced the other way, I noticed her underwear was tightly stretched across her entire ass. Granny panties. I shook my head. I should've known. I sighed.

Once she faced me, I made a face that said; you know what's next. She'd looked reluctant to remove every item of clothing that came off, but I could tell she really didn't want to remove this one. But she knew she had no choice. She pushed her thumbs into her waistband and bent over to push her panties to her feet. She stepped out of them. Then as she got vertical, her one hand went over her crotch as the other placed her underwear by her bra and pantyhose. Her hand then joined its partner over her crotch.

I smirked. "Hands by your side."

She exhaled with frustration then did as she was told. I focused my attention on her pussy. It was covered by pubic hair and by far the most unkempt part of her body. I also noticed her pubes were black. I thought she was a natural redhead. Or were some of them just like that? I didn't know, but also didn't care. It didn't make her look any less attractive.

I studied her body as a whole next. Wow. It looked as stunning in the nude as it did while clothed. Everything looked tight and toned. If she told me she didn't exercise I wouldn't believe one word of it. I was sure she did on the regular. The only part of her that showed she'd been through childbirth was the bump on her lower stomach. But it wasn't close to being a turn off and nobody's perfect. She was mighty close, though.

"You look okay, I guess." I shrugged. "But you should really do something about that stomach." Again, her face indicated my words hit home.

"Are we done?"

"Almost, Mrs. G...I just need you to do one more thing for me."

"And what's that?"

"I want you to bend over your desk for me."

"No ways." Her head shook. "I never agreed to have sex with you."

"Who said anything about sex? I've just always wanted to see you in that position." That wasn't a complete lie.

"And how do I know you won't pull out your penis and stick it inside me?"

"You have my word that won't happen."

She looked at me untrustingly. "Swear to God?"