How A Female Teacher Became An Obedient Little Pet Chapter - 9

Chapter 9

The next day, at school, I was disappointed to learn Mrs. Gavelle  did not come into work. Mr. Banks substituted for her, which raised all kinds of questions in my head. Why wasn't she here? Was she okay? Where was she? Had I pushed her into quitting her job? And so on and so forth. But I soon received a text message that put my worries to bed:

"I'm sorry I didn't come to work today, sir. Please forgive me. If you really miss me and want to punish me for skipping work, feel free to come over to my house after school. My address is 67 Honeydew Lane, Greenwood."

I smiled then typed, "I'll see you soon, my pet." I hit send and pocketed my phone.

The rest of the day went by as normal. I learned, studied and hung out with my friends. Luckily, and because it was my final year, I got to leave the school after the seventh period. I headed to the parking lot, got into my muscle car and punched Mrs. Gavelle 's address into my satnav. Then I brought my engine to life and drove to her house.

Mrs. Gavelle 's house wasn't huge, but it looked beautiful. It had a white picket fence and all. Passersby probably had no idea of the drama that took place in that house. I stepped out of my car, walked up to the front door and rang the bell.

She didn't answer, so I rang it again a few more times. Eventually, she opened the door with a smile. My jaw nearly hit the floor. With her jewelry and glasses on and makeup applied perfectly, Mrs. Gavelle  wore pink lingerie, black thin highs and candy-pink high heels. She looked fucking fantastic.

I regained my composure. "What took you so long?"

"Sorry, sir. I was busy with something."

"You will be punished for making me wait."

"That's fair, sir." She nodded.

"Now get on your hands and knees and lead me to the living room."

I stepped inside, closed the door and she did as she was told. When we reached the living room I took a seat on her couch and placed my feet on her wooden coffee table. I looked around Mrs. Gavelle 's home. I had to admit, it looked as good on the inside as it did on the out. "Get on your feet," I said and she did. "The bra and panties are to come off, right now. But everything else is to stay on."

She reached behind her back, unclipped her bra and slid it down her smooth milky arms. She dropped it to the floor, hooked her thumbs into her waistband and pushed her panties to the floor, as well. I was pleased to see her pussy was as smooth as the rest of her body. "Good slut." I nodded. "Now get into the kitchen, pour me something to drink and fix me a sandwich. I'm starving."

"Yes, sir." She nodded and headed to the kitchen.

I picked up the remote control, switched on the TV and channel suffered as I waited. There was nothing interesting to watch so I flipped onto a music channel and relaxed on the couch. Eventually, Mrs. Gavelle  returned to the living room with what I had ordered. She placed my drink on the coffee table and handed me the plate. "Good girl. Now get back on your hands and knees like a good pet while I eat."

She did as she was told. I bit into my sandwich and watched Katy Perry as she sang and danced. Every now and then I looked down to Mrs. Gavelle , whose concentration was on me. She looked super cute sitting on her calves while on her hands and knees - like a little puppy starving for attention. I broke off a piece of my sandwich and fed it to her. "You look so sexy, my pet."

She smiled. It was the first time in a while since I'd complimented her on her appearance.

"I don't want to lose you, you know. How does getting you a leash sound?"

Her eyes lit up as she nodded. "That sounds like a great idea, sir."

"All in due time, my pet." I stroked her hair.

Once I finished with my meal I made her crawl back to the kitchen with my glass and plate. As I waited for her, I removed my sneakers, socks, jeans, t-shirt and boxer briefs. Save for my watch and necklace, I was completely naked. I sat and waited for Mrs. Gavelle  to return.

Soon enough, she crawled back into the living room. Watching her tits sway back and forth caused my cock to swell. I motioned for her to come and kneel between my legs. She complied. I nudged my head forward and looked down towards my cock. She got the hint, spit in her hand and stroked my cock until it became an inflexible appendage.

Then she took my cockhead into her mouth as she looked me in the eye. I hummed. Mrs. Gavelle  bobbed her head up and down the first half of my shaft and worked her hand up and down the rest of it. I pushed her hair behind her ears. She popped me from her mouth. "Thank you, sir." She took me back in. I closed my eyes, let my head fall back and groaned as she continued to blow me.

I didn't know if she'd been practicing on a dildo or something, but her blowjob skills had come a long way. Her teeth were never a problem and she got more and more of my erection into her mouth with each pass. What's more, I was shocked when she eventually got my glans into her throat without my help. When did she learn how to deep throat? I sat back and enjoyed the ride.

Mrs. Gavelle  bobbed her head and then popped me from her red lips. She slid her tongue down the underside of my shaft then took my balls into her mouth. I groaned as my eyes rolled back. She sucked on my testicles before she spit them out. Then she slid her tongue back up my shaft, took my cockhead back between her jaws and bobbed her head up and down my entire length for the next few minutes.