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Yulya had dealt with all the boys except the three troublemakers – though she knew Isaac was merely hanging onto the coattails of his two mates. She thought to prolong their anxiety – though she was irritated to see they looked anything but anxious – so she took a stroll around the room, looking over shoulders to see what had been written, and also whether her outfit was having the desired effect. She was gratified to see an array of erections, manifested in impressive sausage-shaped bulges in every pair of rubber shorts – save one. Poor Louis, in the back row, had submitted to the temptation to unzip his, and was now struggling, red-faced, and without much success, to cajole his swollen member back inside. Yulya was both delighted and aroused by the class’s positive response to her new cat suit. She patted Louis on one burning cheek, then stroked it gently with the backs of her latex-sheathed fingers, making him tremble with excitement.
“Miss… I-I’m sorry, I…”
“Don’t worry, Louis. Leave it. I glad you approve.”
“Yes, miss. Very much, miss,” he replied, looking at her with relief.
She continued her perambulation for a few more minutes, enjoying the slight rotation of the dil-do deep inside her, then returned to her desk and sat down. She noticed Oscar and Simon in conversation, and guessed from their sly glances it was about her, but the latex hood prevented her from overhearing. She beckoned to Simon, Oscar and Isaac.
“You three – here, please.”
They jumped up and came up to the front with surprising alacrity. They must have known she would have seen the whole video. Did they think she was going to congratulate them for their impudence?
Isaac took up a position behind her chair, with Oscar and Simon on either side. Yulya placed her phone on the desk. She had uploaded the video and now, making sure the sound was turned down, she hit play.
“So, boys, masturbation technique good…but something not good. You two” – she glanced from side to side – “say such things to me? You think that” – she stopped the video at the point where they were addressing the camera – “that okay,yes?”
“Miss,” said Isaac, fearing reprisals, “I’m sorry. It was my fault. I sent the video before the others had told me to. You should never have seen that.”
“I believe that true, Isaac,” she replied, holding open one side of her hood so she could hear him. “I not blame you. But you, Simon, and you, Oscar… First, I want apology. Then I decide how we punish you.”
She allowed her hood to snap back into place, and, adopting a regal pose, rested her arms on the arms of the chair, awaiting their apology. But that was not what she got.
“Now!” cried Simon. And before she realised what was going on, the boys had wrapped bondage tape around both her wrists, binding them to the arms of the chair and immobilising them!
“What? Get this off at once. How dare you…!”
But Simon had already grabbed the reel of tape from Isaac, and he and Oscar were now down on their knees binding Yulya’s ankles to the legs. In a matter of a few seconds, she was quite helpless.
“Sean! Bolt the door, quick,” yelled Oscar.
Yulya screamed for help, but her cries would have been so muffled by the door it would have been unlikely she could have alerted anyone. In any case, Simon quickly would bondage tape over her mouth and around her neck, effectively gagging her. All she could do was to make angry noises, struggle, and glare at him. She was in turmoil, her arousal and her fury competing with each other for supremacy. It was as if Simon and Oscar knew what she was suffering, because their next actions only heightened the conflict.
“Well, well, Sim,” said Oscar. “Just look at our strict teacher. Not so superior now, is she? Can you all see her, you guys at the back? No? Okay. Sim? Help me carry her out from behind the desk so everyone can get a good view.”
They carried her out and put her down in front of the class. The air was electric with anticipation. The rest of the class were shocked by the boys' audacity, and unsure whether they dared to get involved.
Simon started to stroke her cheek.
“I love you in tight latex, miss. You look so good. And it fits you like a second skin.” He fondled her neck and shoulders. “So smooth…and I can feel the warmth of your body… Your breasts…” His hand moved down and cupped her right breast. He squeezed it gently. Yulya squirmed, but she was held fast. Oscar took the cue and started to stroke the left one. He bent down and looked into her eyes.
“Do you like that, miss. Are your breasts sensitive?” His fingers found their way to her nipples. “Gosh, your nipples are so stiff! Feel them, Sim. See?”
“You’re right, Oscar. She must be so horny. I know why, too.”
“Why?”
“Cos she’s thinking about what we said we would do… She’s probably been thinking about it all week.”
“Yea, that’s it… She wants us to show our…appreciation, like.”
They laughed. By now, the others, seeing which way things were moving, were drifting up to the front.
“Come on, lads! Don’t be shy. She can’t do nuffin’ to us,” said Simon, confidently.
“But we’re gonna get in terrible trouble,” said Dylan. “We’ll get expelled for sure.”
“What if we do? It’ll be worth it to have some fun.”
“We may not,” said Tyler, without much conviction. “I mean, the school needs us to get funding. And in any case. Miss Dearman had our shorts unlocked. She wouldn’t have done that if she didn’t expect we might…you know…”
Jack looked towards Anna, who had homed in on Yulya with her video camera.
“Miss Anna… What do you think?”
“I don’t think. All I do is film.”
“But is the head gonna be angry?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. She know Yulya, but I can’t say.”
“She wants to say something, guys,” said James. “Simon, take that gag off. No-one can hear her anyway.”
“All right. But miss? No screaming, agreed?”
Yulya nodded.
“Okay. There.”
Yulya took a deep breath. She realised she was in no position to threaten. She needed to reason with them.
“Boys. You think this joke, yes? But no joke. If you not let me free, then maybe Miss Shirley make you all leave. Maybe she sack me for being bad teacher, not keep order in classroom. We all in trouble.”
“But miss,” said Oscar, “we asked the head for permission, and she said she’d discuss it with you. So you must have agreed. So we can’t get in trouble.”
“Besides,” piped up Tyler, “ you promised us a treat if we did our homework, an’ we did it, an’ we still ain’t got our treat, so, like, I thought this was gonna be it…”
Chorus of “yeah, that’s right…”
“And you got all dressed up for us, miss…”
“And you look amazing…”
“And we want to prove we’re still het…het…”
“Yeah – that we ain’t gay…well, not all of us…”
Yulya was about to speak, when someone called out, “Hey. Look at Louis!”
Louis had eventually risen from his seat, and was still trying desperately to thrust his stiff pen-is back into his shorts. Everyone laughed.
“Come over here, Louis,” said Simon, beckoning him. “Don’t be shy. We’re all in the same state. It’s just that we haven’t unzipped our shorts…yet.”
“I can’t help it, Simon,” said Louis, approaching slowly. “Seeing miss in all that shiny rubber made me so hot, and I couldn’t help taking it out, and now I can’t get in back again…”
“It’s all right. You won’t be able to until you’ve been able to c-um. Now, who’s your wanking partner… You, isn’t it, Tyler?”
“I was…yeah…”
“So you must help Louis now. Come here Louis. Stand here in front of miss. Between her knees. As close as you can. That’s it.”
“Simon!” said Yulya. “What are you…?”
“Tyler? Come and do your job. Come on. You did it once. Now do it again.”
“But it might go on miss…”
“Exactly…”
“Simon!”
But now everyone had cottoned on. “Do it, Tyler!” “Go on, mate – he’s nearly there anyway.” “What you waitin’ for?”
Tyler’s frown slowly morphed into a grin. He stood behind Louis and put his left arm firmly around his friend's waist. With his right he reached down and took hold of Louis’ stiff coc-k.
“Now, Lou," he said, “put your hands on miss’s shoulders to steady yourself. Good. Now…”
“Tyler! Stop please - or I get very angry!”
“I hope so, miss... You’re even more sexy when you’re angry…”
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