Senior Prank Day

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Senior Prank Day
by StealthBinder

Debbie looked up at the clock, seeing the end of class was approaching. It was her last hour of the day that actually had students. By some crazy luck this year, the final hour of her day was her prep time. She could spend that last period correcting tests, reading papers and preparing for the next day’s lessons and not need to take this work home with her.

Debbie, or as her high school students called her, Miss Granger, was in her 4th year of teaching. Mostly she taught English Literature and Short Fiction classes, which meant she had Juniors and Seniors for students. She liked that, for they were more adult and less prone to the inattentiveness of the younger students. She taught classes the students wanted to take, not just because they needed the basic courses. These students wanted to be in her classroom. She also taught drama, directing the yearly school plays and assisted in the musicals the students preformed. She liked being with the kids and seeing them develop into fine young men and women.

Of course, a few of her students didn’t mind the other more pleasant aspect of the class.

By far, Miss Granger was the hottest, sexist teacher in the building. The boys loved to come to class to see the good-looking teacher. At 26, she was still young enough that she looked more like a collage student than a degreed English teacher. Wavy blond hair that went past her shoulder, big blue eyes, high cheek bones, full lips on a sweat mouth, she was very lovely in the face. Her body was a fine as her facial features, long legs, trim hips, and a small waist that made her average but firm breasts looked bigger than they were.

And she dressed like a woman. She knew she was an attractive woman, and enjoyed showing her feminine side, but made sure not to go over the top. She wore longer dresses that flowed rather than be tight fitting. When she wore a skirt (always knee length or longer), she matched it with a sensible blouse or sweater. Whether it was pantyhose in the winter months or bare legs on the warmer days, she always wore 3” heeled shoes. But no matter what she did, she still couldn’t hide her hot looks. Even her reading glasses made her look attractive, sheik and sexy.

For all the above reasons is why the boys selected Miss Granger as the perfect target for their prank.

As school was drawing near its end, the Seniors selected this day, May 23rd, as their annual Senior Prank Day. Usually the pranks were harmless and mostly amusing. The school was put up for sale or a sign declared it the county lockup. Vaseline on door handles was common as were banners hung around the building. Every few years a greased pig was let loose in the halls. But the bucket of rotten fish in the stairwell last year was a bit over the top.

This year, 4 boys had come up with something new, after reading about a similar story from a few years ago on the Internet. They deemed it harmless enough. Since Miss Granger seemed to be a good sport and always pleasant with them (plus already having tenure), they figured she’d go alone with the idea and there would be no repercussions from their stunt.

As the hour drew to a close, she finished up the discussion on the book they had just completed reading.

“So, now that we’ve discussed this at length, you should all be ready to give me your reports by Monday.” She said as she sat on the corner of her desk, one leg crossed over the other, but still under the hem of her skirt. She looked very attractive in her below the knee blue skirt, white blouse and white sandals with 4” heels. “So for those of you who have not started your papers, sorry your weekend is going to be ruined unless you can type really fast.”

The class chuckled.

“Any questions?”

One boy raised his hand and asked before he was called on.

“How many points off for plagiarism?” receiving a laugh from the class.

“Depends on how many of you use the same paper from the Internet.” She replied.

Just then, the bell rang. “See you all on Monday!” Debbie said as the class began to shuffle out. Debbie popped off the desk and took her seat behind.

She could see the 4 boys that hung back, not talking but with something on their minds waiting for the classroom to empty. When the last student left the room, they approached her desk.

“May we ask you for something Miss Granger? The first boy, Robby asked

”Sorry to be a hard nose on this one guys, but with the semester drawing to a close there’ll be no extensions on the assignment.” She said, anticipating their question.

”That’s not what we want to ask for.” As second boy, Greg responded.

“We really need your help on something.” Robby continued, apparently the spokesman for the group.

“And what would that be?” Miss Granger asked.

“Well, as you know, it’s Senior Prank Day.”

“Yes, I’ve head that, from teachers who have already enjoyed the pranks.” She replied.

“Yeah, well, we’d like your help on a prank.”

“You want my help, to pull a prank on my one or more of my fellow teachers?”

“Not exactly.” Robby replied. “We kind of want you to be the subject of a prank, a willing subject, please.”

“A willing subject of a prank. Why doesn’t that sound like something I want to do?”

“It’s nothing bad.” A third boy, Trevor added. “In fact, you really don’t have to do anything.”

She folded her hands and placed them on the desk. “Well then, if I’m not to do anything, then what is my part in this humorous little plot you four have concocted?”

Robby nodded to Greg, who reached into his open backpack. He pulled out several bundles of clean, white ropes.

“What is all this?” Debbie asked, quite surprised at their selection for props.

“Now don’t get scared Miss Granger. All we want to do is tie you to a chair and leave you here till someone comes and find you.”

“Just tie me to a chair, that’s all.” She said. “Guys, I know you want to be remembered for doing something dramatic, but this can get all of us into some very serious trouble.”

“Really, Miss Granger, we’ve thought this through.” Trevor said. “Nobody will get in trouble.”

“And what if Principle Hayes comes along. You don’t think my job and your graduation would be in serious jeopardy?”

“We’ll post a guard.” Robby said. “If someone we don’t want comes, we distract ‘em till we spring you free. We noticed nobody comes around here this time of day anyways. The danger is minimal, almost nothing.”

Debbie thought for a moment. They did pick the right time and place for this. They get high marks for doing their research.

“Guys, I don’t know.” She said.

“Please Miss Granger.” Robby said. “It’s our only chance at a serious prank.”

Debbie looked at the 4 boys. All of them were into sports, either football or wrestling. With their size and strength, they could have just done it anyways, with or without her permission.

She sighed. A little part of her, the actress from her own school days of past, had always wanted the lead in the play as a damsel in distress. While this was a bit over the top and not a theatrical production, maybe she could experience that thrill for just a few moments. Who knows, she might even like being a bondage heroine.

“If we do this and get caught, this was your idea, understand.” She said.

The boys all nodded. “We’ll take the rap for it, Miss Granger.” Trevor said and all agreed.

“Ok, tell me what you want to do, specifically.” She said.

“Simple, you sit in the chair and we tie you to it. We won’t expose you or anything like that. We hide out till someone comes that can free you.” Robby explained.

“And what if no one comes?” she asked.

“Then we release you after school is done for the day.” Greg answered.

“Well, that sounds innocent enough. And by the size of you four boys, I’m not sure I have much choice anyways. Where do we start?”

One boy stood at the door and kept and eye out. The room lights were turned off to avoid someone seeing into the room or shadows and such through the glass, but the windows allowed plenty of light to see by. The boys had Miss Granger stand and they pulled her desk chair out from behind the desk.

They had her sit in the chair, with her feet together and her hands behind the back of the chair. At least she was covered up so she didn’t look like she was filming a porno movie.

The 4th boy Wayne, the one who didn’t speak, was now in charge of the rope work. He had Debbie cross her wrists behind the chair. While he directed Robby to bind her ankles together, even cinching the middles to make them extra snug, he tied a rope around her wrists, tightly binding them. When finished, there was no way she could get free of the cords. Debbie wondered where a boy like Wayne learned to tie a rope so well.

Then Robby preceded to uses another rope to secure her tied ankles to the chair. At the same time, Wayne was doing the same to her wrists. When they were finished, Debbie was quite securely tied and powerless.

“That’s quite a job you’ve two have done.” She said as she tested her bonds. “I seem to become quite the helpless damsel.”

“Actually, we’re not quite done.” Robby said.

“Not done? What more is there you can do?”

“Quite a bit actually.” Wayne said he held a wadded hanky in front of her and a thin white scarf. Debbie knew what he had in mind and a small chill went down her spine.

“Boys, I…Mmmpph.” Was all Debbie got to say before the hanky was snuck into her mouth. Wayne never gave her the change to force it out by first covering her mouth with his hand before he placed a white scarf between her teeth and quickly secured it around her head.

“Sorry we didn’t tell you about this part,” Wayne said, “but we thought it might be a deal breaker if you knew we were going to gag you too.”

By now, panic was starting to set in. Robby had pushed her skirt up and was busy tying another rope around her knees. She wished she had wore pantyhose this day, for his hands were touching her bare legs as he bound her tightly down.

Wayne flipped another rope over her, this time around her waist. He made several loops around her and the chair, securing her firmly to the seat. Debbie began to struggle hard now, but it was far too late to resist. Even if she wanted to, there was no way she was going to get free of the chair without help.

“Grruuph, mmmph.” She tried to tell the boys to stop, but the gag rendered her speech to nothing more than garbled grunts.

Robby was busy tying a rope over her lap and to the chair bottom when she felt another rope on her arms. She squealed when the loop began to tighten and felt her arms pull together. He gently drew her arms closer and closer together, constantly adjusting the ropes not to catch on her skin. At last, satisfied with the position, he lopped the rope around her arms several more times then worked to secure it in place.

At last, they were done. Miss Debbie Granger, teacher and prank subject, was helplessly bound to a chair in her own classroom and soundly gagged. Outside the 5 of them, no one else knew what was going on within the darkened room.

Debbie squirmed in her ropes, trying to break free. Her skirt still rested above her knees, showing off her eye-catching legs. She grunted at the boys, looking angrily at them as she struggled. But there was little room to move, for Wayne had done a very good job of truly making her a damsel in distress. How did he learn to do this and who else had he done it to?

“Wow” said Greg, taking his eyes off the door.

“Damn, she does look hot.” Trevor said.

“Told you.” Wayne said.

“This is going to be even better than we thought.” Robby said.

Wayne just smiled. This must have been his idea and he recruited the 3 other boys to help. So the prank was more than just tying up a teacher. It was really tying up and gagging a teacher. And Debbie fell right into it. She felt very foolish at the moment.

“Greg, where’s the camera?” Robby asked.

‘Mmmmmmh!” Debbie squealed, shaking her head and really began to struggle in the ropes. Pictures were not part of the plan they told her.

“In my bag. I’ll get it.” He said.

“Sorry we left that detail out too, Miss Granger.” Robby said. “Evidence that we did the deed. Bragging rights and all.”

Greg got the camera out and turned it on. “Hit the lights. I don’t want the flash to give her red eye.”

The lights came on. Greg stood at the side and got a full body shot of the helpless teacher struggling in her bondage. He moved around, taking loads of pictured for multiple angles, the sides, front and back. To Debbie’s dismay, the top button on her blouse popped open, just enough to show off her cleavage. Greg did a close-up on her gagged face then took a shot from above that clearly showed a bit of her lacy trimmed bra below.

Greg finished his photography, taking over a two dozen pictures of the restrained educator. The boys looked on, admiring their cleaver work and the excellent results.

“Oh, this is going to be totally cool.”

“Already is.”

“She sure is tied up good.”

“Told you I know what I’m doing. She’s going nowhere till someone let’s her out.”

“Wonder who will find her first?

“Who knows?”

“He’s going to get an eye full when he does.”

“Damn, she’s one sexy lady.”

“No doubt. Best looking teacher in school.”

“What the hell is going on in here?” Came a booming voice came from the door.

All eyes turned to the 6” 3” form of Mark Carpenter, history and economics teacher, who’s classroom was only a few doors down the hall. He was also one of the assistant coaches for both the football and wrestling teams, so he knew all the boys in the room. The boys had lost both focus and their track of time, not realizing the end of the school day had passed, nor did they hear when the door was quietly opened.

Debbie was quite relieved it was Mark, a fellow teacher and soon to be rescuer. With their classrooms close to one another’s, they often talked and had become friends. He was pleasant to her and they were a trifle flirtatious with one another, but they never pursued a romantic interest. She sometimes wondered why he didn’t make advances toward her even though both were single.

“Coach,” Robby started. “ah, we were just playing a little prank here and…”

“A little prank?” he said in a firm tone. “Tying up and gagging a teacher is far from a little prank boys.” He said as he stepping into the room and closing the door behind. “Mind telling me who’s lame brain idea is this?” Mark was also looking at bound Miss Granger, wondering if this was somehow her idea.

The boy looked at one another, not speaking. “It was our idea.” Trevor said at last.

Robby took it up form there. “We asked Miss Granger if we could do it as a prank. We didn’t mean any harm, figuring someone would come along soon and find her soon enough, but we got a little carried away. …”

“Yeah, I’d say you got carried way. Planning on carrying Miss Granger away too?” he said in a calm but commanding voice.

All the boys denied that. The prank was for her to remain in her classroom they explained.

“Miss Granger, are you OK?” Mark asked, looking past the boys.

Debbie nodded, still unable to answer verbally. Mark nodded back in response.

“Ok, whose idea was this, specifically?” Carpenter asked, turning back to the boys.

“Mine, Coach.” Wayne said at last, after getting a hard stare from their coach.

“You guy are in a heap of serious trouble. This goes way beyond a simple prank. Do you realize that all of you could be brought up on criminal charges? You guys could get expelled, go to jail, have your lives ruined over this. And think what this could do for Miss Granger and her career. This easily could get her fired and she could loose her teaching license. She could be brought up on charges as well. Even if she didn’t, did any of you think about the embarrassment this would cause her and damage to her reputation? She’d be known as the bondage teacher or something. How would she ever be able to teach in this, or maybe any other school again?”

There was a long moment of silence. Even Debbie realized how foolish this really was.

“We didn’t think anything would happen like that. We read a news story on the Internet that this happened and…” Greg argued.

“The Internet. Oh, that’s a great defense. Someone else as dumb as us did it so we thought we’d do too. And how many other news reports are out there where a teacher got charged when caught doing something equally stupid with students? Damn it guys, how moronic are you? I thought you boys were all were smarter than this, but apparently you’re not.” He even looked at Miss Granger when he said this. “For crying out loud, didn’t anyone in this little band think this through?”

“I guess we didn’t.” Wayne finally answered.

“Did you guys force Miss Granger into this?”

“We asked.” Robby said.

“To be honest coach, we kind of asked, but then did more than she bargained for.”

“That true Miss Granger.”

Debbie nodded again, wishing she could tell her side of the story.

Carpenter sighed, calming down from his verbal reprimand of the entire group. “Alright, for the moment we can maybe keep this under raps, but I’m not sure it will remain a secret for long. You boys get out of here. I’ll take care of Miss Granger and keep her safe, but she and I will discuss all of this, whether she wants to press charges against you all or not and how she wants to proceed. Right now, she’s got a case against the entire lot of you. How ironic that while you’ve gotten her tied and helpless, she now holds all the power. You go home and think about that this weekend. And keep your big yaps shut and don’t talk to anyone about what happened here, even among yourselves. Do I make myself clear?”

The boys looked down at the bound teacher, realizing for the first time the gravity of their actions. They began to shuffle out of the room, quietly apologizing to Miss Granger for the embarrassment they had caused her.

“Ah, boys,” Carpenter said, holding out his hand. “Forgetting something?”

It took a few seconds for them to realize what Coach was asking for before Greg handed over the camera. “You can have it back on Monday, from Miss Granger, if she doesn’t turn it over as evidence against you all. And don’t say a word to anyone about this, understand?”

The boys left the room and Mark closed the door, turning off the lights again. They two were alone. Debbie didn’t realize that he had made sure the door locked.

Debbie relaxed, figuring he would soon begin removing her restraints. But to her surprise, Carpenter turned the camera on and began to review the pictures.

“I saw what I thought to be the lights flickering in here as I was walking by. When I looked in, I saw what was going on and realized they were taking these pictures. Good thing I came by, rather than the principal. By the way, you’re very photogenic.” He said as he looked over them all as he leaned against the desk. “These are really some wonderful pictures of you. Course, a beautiful model always makes great pictures.”

“Mmmmuph?’ She said around her gag. Debbie got a twinge of nerves, wondering why he was he was reviewing the pictures, calling her beautiful and not untying her yet. She squirmed in the chair, trying to display her desire to be freed from the ropes. Carpenter seemed to be ignoring her pleas.

“This would be bad if these found their way onto the Internet. I’m guessing that they would have been posted on one of their pages soon enough. Good thing I found you before they got away with it. Guess that makes me your two time champion.”

Carpenter put the camera on her desk and knelt down at her feet. Debbie at last thought she was about to be freed. She had hopes the gag would be removed first, or at least the ropes on her arms. But she was wrong.

“I hope you don’t wind up despising me for leaving you like this for just a little while longer.” He said. “To be honest, Miss Granger, I’m very jealous of those boys for getting to do this to you. Please forgive me for not being a knight in shinning armor and rushing in to rescue the fair damsel right away. I guess there’s must be a bit of the villain in me too.”

“Mmmph?” she questioned “Hmmm, mmm mm aammph!”

He smiled at her helpless state, enjoying the situation. “Most people think I’m a real strait lace kind of guy, but it will surprise you to know that deep down I’m a bit of a deviate for I’m a big bondage enthusiast. The sight of a pretty woman tightly tied and gagged, struggling in her unyielding restraints turns me on like nothing else. Has from the first time I saw pictures of a tied up women. Does now too.”

His hands began to stroke her legs. Debbie squirmed again, getting nervous once more, but in a different way.

“I need to make a confession to you. I’ve often wondered what you would look like if I got the chance to tie you up. I confess I’ve fantasized about it more than once, wondering how you would look in some of the bondage scenarios I’ve seen in pictures. I figured you’d be the sexist woman who ever been roped up I’d ever see. But not wanting to ruin the friendship we’ve built up, I didn’t dare to take the chance of discussing it with you, so I kept my fantasies to myself. I hope you can forgive me for having those thoughts. But It seems fate has intervened and I see even my most vivid visions don’t even come close to reality. Nothing compares to the site of you like this here and now.”

His hands moved up and down her legs, but never going past her knees. Instead of feeling repulsed by his words and actions, she found it stimulating somehow. She didn’t hurt her captor was a good looking guy and he was honestly opening up about his felling for her, even though he had very kinky ideas of her.

“Have you ever had a man tie you up before?”

Debbie grunted and shook her head.

“That’s a shame. You’ve been missing out. Please don’t think I’m bragging when I say the women I’ve done it to have delighted in the times they spend in my ropes and the attention I’ve given them, once they get past their apprehensions. But those times never could compare to right now. May I tell you something I’ve fantasized for us, if I ever had the chance that is?”

Debbie nodded her head. She wanted to hear and didn’t want him to stop touching her.

“I pictured us starting with dinner together, somewhere quiet and romantic, where we would talk and state into each others souls. Then we could no longer stand the tension, we’d go to my place. You’d be dressed in your normal clothes, like now, but underneath, as I slowly stripped off your outer attire, you’d have something sexy on, like matched lace underwear or a bustier. Something totally feminine, as you always are but in stockings and high heels. I’m a real sucker for that.”

Thoughts flittered through Debbie’s mind of the lingerie she owned, when she wanted to make an impression on a man she was about to romance. She had several outfits that she suspected he would enjoy.

“Once I had your outer cloths off, I’d tied you with your hands behind and your legs together. We’d sit together, or with you on my lap, as I slowly caressed and explored your body, all the while kissing you.

“I’d pull just one of bra straps down and kiss your shoulder before doing the same to the other. Then, I’d slowly pull the bra away, exposing your breasts to my mouth and hands.”

Debbie found it erotic hearing his kinky seduction story while she was tied and gagged. Her nervous feelings were long gone and replaced with tinges of excitement.

“I’m slowly building you up, using my hands and mouth on your body to excite and arouse you, before I slide your panties down and gently devour you to an orgasm.”

Debbie liked the sound of that. Too many men forgot that women like to come just as much as they do. She was getting into his story telling. Was she a deviate or becoming one too?

“After you calm down, I’d tie you to my bed, spread wide and stripped you down to just your stockings and heels. Here, I’d start again, using my talents to make you climax again.”

One orgasm sounded great. Two orgasms sounded wonderful. Could she do that in one night? Most guys gave up after one, no matter how long the love making lasted.

“When you were warmed up again, only then would I slid myself into you and make slow love to you, thrusting into you again and again in the hopes we’d have the ultimate fulfillment of climaxing together.”

“Mmmmmm.” Debbie let out softly. It sounded like an amazing sexy time. Coming together with a man was a fantasy of hers a well and elided her. Hearing it was a desire of his made it all the better. Maybe she was missing out on something.

He stood and walked behind her, untying her gag.

“Of course, that’s just one fantasy, one of the more romantic ones I have of you. I’ve confess I have many others.” He said pulling the hanky from her mouth.

“Do I consent to all of them?” she asked when the gag was pulled from her lips.

“Willingly, in most cases.” He said with a smile as he and pulled up a chair next to the bound woman. “Some get a little more action packed in the passion area while I win them over, but never anything dark or scary. I like my women tied and gagged, but never in any physical distress or danger.” He said.

“Please tell me another.” She said. “One where you are a little more aggressive in your passions”

He thought for a moment. “You’re naked, in garter, stockings and heels. I’ve tied you to a chair, much like this, only your legs are tied to the outside of the chair legs, so you’re open and vulnerable to me. I would have you gagged as well.

“Why do you keep me gagged?” she asked.

“So you can’t encourage me or resist me.” He replied. “Only receive what I give you, which is my undivided attention and efforts.”

His hand was now on her thigh, and she welcomed his renewed touch. She wondered what it would be like to be like he described right now.

“What would you do with me, since I’m unable to resist or encourage?”

“You’re a bit reluctant at first, but curious none the less. I’d play with you, touch you everywhere, use my hands and mouth on your breasts and nipples, finger you and use a vibrator on you till you came, then do it all over again till you couldn’t orgasm again.”

“That sounds wonderful for me, but what do you get out of it?” she asked, wanting to know more about his idea of sex. “I mean, I though the idea was to get a woman tied up so she couldn’t resist you while you take advantage of her, using her for your own pleasures.”

“Yes, that’s true, if one wants to be selfish.” He said with a smile, excited she was asking him these questions. Maybe this fantasy was going to continue. “Sometimes I do, if the mood it right. Some women enjoy being overpowered and taken. But I also enjoy having the power over a lovely and willing partner, just being able to look at her as she seductively struggles in a futile effort to escape. And since she’s given to me such a wonderful gift, surrendering herself to me, trusting me, I feel it’s my honor and duty to make sure she is satisfied first and often before I take any self gratification that I desire.”

Then he smiled. “But in this case, I was just getting to my part in this fantasy.”

“Oh, sorry. Perhaps I need to be gagged again, so I don’t interrupt.” She said with a grin.

“Later, perhaps, but please feel free to ask your questions. But in this fantasy, now that I have given you erotic bliss, I would remove you from the chair, tie your hands behind your back, bind your legs together and have you kneel on the floor before me.” He said.

“Where I would repay your earlier kindness by taking you erect manhood into my mouth and give you the oral stimulations you desire until you could hold back no longer and erupt into your own orgasm, while I willingly drink down your juices.” She continued telling the tale.

“Yes.” He said, pleasantly surprised that she knew what he his fantasy was and verbalized it so eloquently to him. His hand moved over her body, even popping another button open on her blouse. Could this realty be happening?

“And then what?” she said breathlessly as she squirmed more. Her breasts were so enticing he wished he had more rope to bind near them to accent them more. Debbie was also enjoying his hands lightly touching her.

“We’re in the bedroom now, with you standing at the foot of my bed, your legs tied spread apart and arms bound behind. I grope, fondle and tease you into a fevering pitch of excitement, bring you right to the edge of another climax before I plunged myself into you.”

“Oh my.” She replied. “And all the while I’m relentlessly squirming in you hands and moaning through my gag, hungrily waiting for you to take me, to make erotic love to me.”

“I hope you would be, as much as the ropes would allow.” He said as his hands mover over her chest, just above her breasts. “I’d have my hands on you, teasing your breasts, building you higher into sexual lusts, just as I would be as I make erotic love to you while you climax around me.”

Debbie tried to envision what that would look like, dressed in red stockings and heels, bound and gagged against the bed as he stood behind her holding her hips and ramming his blood swollen cock into her. How kinky and sexy that could be and how wonderful it would feel.

Debbie was squirming feverishly now. She felt her pussy was getting hot and wet and her breasts were swelling. And she was just hearing about what he would do her. How would she react if he did do all these things? She wanted to know.

“Mark, will you please gag me and play with me?” she asked.

“Debbie, are you….”

“Mark, please do it, before we think too much about it and change my minds.”

Without another word, he placed the hanky back into her mouth, fitted the scarf between her lips and tied it behind her head. His hands slipped under her blouse and took hold of her lace covered breasts. Debbie let out a long moan and squirmed harder beneath him. His hands worked under her satin and lace bra, taking hold of her bare breasts. Debbie gasped then moaned even stronger when he fondled her fleshy mounds and toyed with her nipples.

Mark could hardly believe this. He was actually playing out one of his fantasies of this lovely woman. Sexy Miss Granger tightly bound, well gagged, barely dressed and withering under his hands. His cock was so hard in his pants he thought it might explode.

He looked at the clock. The cleaning crew would be around in a little while. He wished he had more time, tie her to the top of her desk, her body naked and exposed, to really build her up and keep her all hot and bothered for a long while before he brought her to multiple climaxes. But that would be too much a risk with so little time available.

He slipped beside her. With one hand still on her breast, he guided his free hand under her skirt and up her naked thigh. When he reached the sweet spot between her legs, he found her panties moist and her crotch hot. He easily slid his fingers under her high cut satin panties and found her excited clit. With her legs tied close, it was not a simple task, but he still was able to give her love button a good, firm fingering, slow and stimulating at first, then building in speed and firmness.

Debbie was now beyond excited. She wanted to beg him to let her climax, but the gag reduced her speech to erotic moans and sexy groans. She struggled in the chair, bucking against his fingers as much as the tight ropes would allow. The climax was building inside her, faster than she thought possible.

Within only a few moments of stimulation from his talented hands, her body was at the edge of orgasm. She was grunting now, her moans getting stronger as he bought her closer and closer to orgasm.

Like a tea kettle on a hot flame, it built up and went to overload. She grunted hard into her gag as a powerful orgasm exploded over her body. Had she not been tied down, she would have nearly leapt from the chair as the climax made her body thrash uncontrollable about. His hands never stopped, making the orgasm run on and on, even getting stronger that the initial surge. Wave after intense wave of pleasures swept over her as she moaned into the gag, coming harder than she ever did before.

At last, the orgasm waned and sadly ended. His hands stopped their probing, leaving Debbie panting and quivering in post orgasmic euphoria. Never before had she felt anything so erotic and wonderful.

Mark pulled the gag from her lips, letting Debbie catch her breath.

“I can’t believe how tremendous that was.” She said. “I’ve never come like that so quickly or so strongly.”

“Thank you for letting me take part in it and live out a fantasy of mine.” He replied.

“I should be thanking you.” She said. “Please tell me the truth. Was this really a fantasy of yours or just you having the opportunity presenting itself and taking advantage of it?”

“Believe me Debbie when honest I say this is a fantasy comes true.” He said as he began to untie her, starting with her arms. “Having you tied in your classroom and climaxing under my hands was the first bondage fantasy I had of you

“What is what you hoped for?”

“No. It was far better than I even had imagined it would be.”

Debbie was disappointed that he was untying her. She wished it could go on longer. But she also realized they were in great danger of being discovered each minute they were there. Nothing good would come from that.

At last, she was free and helped to her feet. Debbie stretched her body, working out the kinks that had set in from the long tie to the chair.

“It feels good to stretch.” She said as he rubbed her shoulders. “But not nearly as good as what you did to me. Thank you for showing me one of your visions.”

“Thank you for letting me.”

Then Debbie paused for a moment, considering. “I hope this doesn’t sound too forward to me, making me appear to be, well, like a sleaze, but I’ve never been tied up before, let alone having such a power experience like that. Would you be willing show me more?” She turned to face him now.

“No, I would never think of you like that.” He said. “And yes, if you’re willing.”

“Then why don’t you take me somewhere more private, so we can explore this further.” She whispered to him. “And in greater depth.”

Mark nodded. “I believe I can arrange that. I have plenty of things we would need at my place.”

“Well then let’s not stand around here wasting the day and get going.” She said with a playful smile and taking him by the hand. “Deviates unite! We have nothing to loose but our apprehensions.”

They drove to Marks home, a Cape Cod home not to far from the school.

When they got inside, the games began. They went to the bedroom and Mark retrieved his supply of goodies. With Mark looking on, Debbie slowly unzipped her skirt and let is slide down her legs. One by one, the buttons on her blouse were opened and she slowly removed her top. She was dressed in a matching set of white satin bra and high cut panties along with her while sandals.

At first, they wrapped their bodies around one another, hotly kissing and petting at one another, moaning into each others mouths wile Debbie stripped him of his shirt. Mark decided to let Debbie make the suggestion when to start. But he admitted to himself this was a great fantasy too, even without the bondage. A beautiful blond in lingerie and heels is always a good start to any fantasy, no matter where it led to.

“Tie me up.” She said after the hot make-out session. “Please play another fantasy on me.”

He carried her to the bed and made her kneel on the mattress. With her hands behind her back and palms together, he expertly tied her wrists together with a silky rope. He then took another rope and bound her arms, above the elbows, lightly pulling them toward one another. Her ankles were bound together before she was eased down onto the comforter and her legs bound above and below the knees.

Mark removed his shoes and socks before he joined the helpless teacher on the bed. He kissed and played with her for nearly an hour, following the fantasy he had described earlier. His hands and lips explored her entire bound body, touching and kissing her exposed skin. Debbie nearly went crazy when he took her exposed breasts into his hands and mouth. She later asked to be gagged so he could totally dominate her as he desired and so she would remain quite and not interrupt the action.

She came quickly when his fingers slipped below her panties and fingered her clit again. It was a long, wonderful orgasm, even better than the one at school. Later, when she was getting close again, he pulled her panties to her bound knees before sliding two fingers into her and rubbing his thumb against her clit till she screamed with another fantastic orgasm. When he licked her clit into a third only a few moments later, Debbie realized she had never come so many times in one hour or so powerfully. He knew how to please a woman and make her more excited and she thought possible. She was hook into his idea of sex already.

He pulled the gag from her mouth and kissed her deeply again. When he tried to being her off for a fourth time, she said she couldn’t do it and he backed off.

“I never dreamed I would feel anything like that.” She breathlessly said to him. “You are an amazing lover.”

“It helps having a gorgeous, willing partner who motivates me.”

“And I’m motivated to repay you.”

“You don’t need to now. I was planning on…”

“I know, and we can do that later, but I want to fulfill another one of your other fantasies first.”

Mark smiled, realizing she was giving him full permission. “Have you ever been hogtied?”

“No, but if you want me to be, I do now.”

Mark attached a rope to her ankles and pulled them up to her wrists. Now tied in then most classic of bondage positions, she wondered how she would do what she asked to do for him. She was a bit confused, for she was offering to give him something. How would she do that like this?

Mark provided the answer when stripped naked and sat on the bed, his back up against the headboard and his legs straddling her hogtied body. His erect cock was right before her mouth, already a drop or pre-cum glistening at the tip. Debbie realized his man had way too many fantasies than could be filled in a single night.

“I’ll understand if you can’t finish.” He said as he slowly stroked himself. He knew from experience that women were rarely able to give him head to completion without the use of their hands. Premature ejaculation was not a problem of his. In Debbie’s current position, it would be hard for her to get enough motion and action to complete the task.

Debbie grinned. “Maybe I can surprise you for once.” She said before she took him into her mouth and gave him a long, slow, deep blowjob. Even though she didn’t give him the kind of head she could while kneeling on the floor, Mark was so aroused and horny at actually having this lovely woman acting out his fantasies with him, he did achieve a powerful, long lasting climax with Debbie only using her mouth. In fact, she drank down most of his sperm, letting some if it spill over and down to his crotch. Submissively, she kept his manhood within her mouth until he moved himself away. It was another fantasy fulfilled.

When Mark had recovered enough to move once more, he released the sexy teacher from the hogtied. At her request, only the ropes on her arms were removed before he joined her on the bed. He found it quite enjoyable having a bound beauty laying next to him while they talked and recovered, hopefully a short lull before the next round of erotic play.

“Are there other fantasies you have of me?” she asked later when he rolled them over so she was laying on top of him, his arms wrapped around her as tight as the ropes.

“Many, but If I tell you everything, you might think me a demented pervert.”

“If you are one, you haven’t scared me off yet, so I must be one too. If you tell me everything, I might be able to make them happen.”

He thought for a moment. “I’ve had a pleasant vision of you, in a string bikini, stretched out and bound to 4 wooden stakes on a warm sandy beach somewhere.”

This gave Debbie an idea. Instantly, she knew how to make this vision a reality.

“I have an uncle who owns a nice cabin on a quiet lake. He said I could use it anytime I wanted. The beach is private and exposed to the sun all day. It would be an ideal spot to render me as such.”

“Sounds perfect.” He said. “Maybe we can use it some time.”

“Forgive me for being forward, but why not now?” she asked with a seductive smile. “I can call my uncle and see if it’s available. Few people would be around this time of year so we may have the area to ourselves. We could be there in a couple of hours and spend the whole weekend exploring these fantasies together, if you’re willing to share them with me.”

Mark though for a moment. It was only 6:30, so they had plenty of time to make the drive and maybe get another little fantasy in before it’s too late. “You sure you want to spend and entire weekend bound helpless and completely in my perverted control?”

“I can’t think of a better place to be this weekend.” She said as she kissed him.

“You own a bikini?”

Debbie smiled. “Oh, just a silver metallic one that ties at the sides and back. I think it would look nice when paired with a set of black stiletto heeled pumps I have.”

“What if the cabin’s not available?

“We still have the entire weekend. We just need to decide your place or mine. I think we can come up with something to do.”

“Sounds ideal. But there is one problem.”

“What’s that?” Debbie was afraid she said he had a date for the weekend or something.

“I need to untie you so you can call you uncle.” He said with a grin as he rolled her over and lay on top of her. “It’s difficult to let a fantasy come to an end.”

“A ounce of pain now for a pound of pleasure later.” She said with a grin. “I’ll be sure to make it worth your pain.”

Debbie called her uncle and found the cabin was available. Mark quickly packed and they drove to Debbie’s place so she could pack up a few things. On the drive, they talk about many things, far beyond bondage fantasies and happily discovered they had many common interests. They stopped for dinner on the way and were at the cabin by 10:00. Once settled in, they got down to business.

“Do you want me to call you Master?” she asked with a grin.

“No. I don’t like that term and you certainly are not a slave to me.” He replied. “I may be in control, but we’re partners in this and want us to both enjoy it.

Debbie smiled, happy to hear him say this. “Do you want to tie me up?

“Eventually.” He said, having thoughtfully considered this moment. “But I want to make love to you this evening without the use of ropes and such. If all we have is bondage, fine. We have all weekend to figure all that out. But let’s find out how good we can be without the use of props.”

She wrapped her arms around Mark. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.” She said. She took his hand and led him to the bedroom where they made slow, passionate love late into the night.

The following day, things got far kinkier. Debbie was bound to a chair, hogtied on a table and tied to a post with her hands wrapped around her back, dressed in a white satin corset, stockings and heels. Each time she was toyed with and fondled before she was brought to an orgasm by his hands or his mouth. With each new bondage position, he snapped off pictures with the camera the boys left behind. Mark wanted a record of this event.

That evening, wearing black garters, fishnet stockings and cage sandals, she was tied free standing with her hands above her head to a beam and her legs spread with a wooden dowel tied to her ankles. Black tape was placed across her lips to make her totally helpless. He sat in a chair to watch she squirm, placing a small vibrator on her to make her orgasm three times in a row. Lastly, she was tied to bed spread eagle. Twice in one hour, he plunged his condom covered cock into her and screwed her like he did no other woman. Debbie even climaxed when he shot his second load, fulfilling their mutual fantasy.

The following day, she was naked in her cage a sandals and tied to the end of the bed, with her legs spread and gagged with a silk scarf. He took her from behind while he fondled her breasts, making her climax only a moment before he filled another condom. Later that afternoon, dressed in her silver bikini and black heels, she knelt in the warm sand, with her hands bound behind and her ankles crossed, keeping her knees open, sucking his cock till he erupted into orgasm, spewing his sperm down her throat.

For the climax of the weekend, she was bound spread eagle to 4 tent stakes pounded into the warm sand, with a thin black scarf to serve as a gag. The small vibrator was slid into her and she was left to squirm and orgasm for an hour while he lustfully watched and took additional pictures. Her top was removed and she had another orgasm while he took more pictures and played with her naked breasts. Finally he untied her bikini bottom and plunged his naked manhood into her, making slow erotic love to her till lust drove him mad with desire. He rammed into her repeatedly until he exploded once more, blowing his last orgasm over her tied and helpless body.

The drove home late in the evening, stopping for dinner along the way and wishing the weekend would never end. At Debbie’s request, she rode with her ankles bound together and her tied wrists resting in her lap. She leaned over into Mark as they contently drove.

Monday afternoon, the 4 boys schlepped into the classroom. Miss Granger warmly greeted her students but didn’t make eye contact with the boys till class started. She taught the class as normal and collected their reports, not giving the boys any indication of what her decision was, but noticed how much they were fidgeting and looked worried. They did notice the camera sitting on her desk with a paper bag next to it.

When class was over, she made her eye contact, indicating she wanted them to wait after class was over.

“So, did you boys have a good weekend?” she asked after the rest of the class had left. They shook their heads no.

“I’m sorry to hear that. My weekend was simply wonderful. Can’t remember when I had such a liberating and joyful experience. Did you boy talk about what happened last week or tell anyone about what you did?”

The boys were confused. “No, we didn’t say a word.” said Wayne.

“Well guys, I’ve made my decision. And you have Coach Carpenter to thank for it.”

They looked at one another, wondering what she was going to say.

“I decided that, as long as you don’t speak of it, not even among yourselves, I won’t either. You’re off the hook, as long as what happened here remains untold and goes no further than these four walls. Understand?”

All the boys agreed, swearing they would never tell another living sole.

“Here’s your camera. In case you are wondering, it’s blank. I have the pictures, and I’ll keep the ropes as further evidence, if needed. So if I ever hear one word about this from anyone, the deal is off and I report you all to the authorities. Got it?”

The boys took the camera and left the room, leaving the paper bag behind. Debbie had plans to put those to good use in the near future. A few moments later, Carpenter came into her classroom.

“How’d it go?”

“Oh fine.” She said as she came from behind her desk and sat on the corner. “They’re so scared I think they won’t even discuss it, even among themselves.”

“Excellent.” He said. “Oh, I have something for you. I thought you might want to see these.” He said handing her a folder. Inside were prints of Debbie in various bondage ties, starting with her classroom chair tie and ending with her bound in her silver bikini on the beach.

“Just a few selected pictures.” He said. “I have the rest on here, if you want a copy.” He said as he dropped a CD on her desk. “Like I said last week, you’re very photogenic. Course, a beautiful model always makes great pictures.”

“I think the photographer is a little bit bias.” She said. “Plus, you had plenty to do with it.”

“I’m very happy to say I did.” He smiled back at her. Debbie responded by flipping her skit open the slit, revealing that she was wearing nude stocking held up by a garter strap.

“So what do we do for an encore, Mister Carpenter?” she asked. “Or do we call it overtime, Coach?”

“Miss Granger, you only experience first quarter of the game.” He said with a smile as he took hold of her shoulder. “I’ve only scratched the surface of my playbook, so whenever you’re willing, I’m ready.”

“The cabin is open this weekend, if you like to move into the second quarter.” She said as she picked up the paper bag containing the ropes. “But I think you need to practice your playbook a little before then Coach. I’ll make us dinner and you can use these to tie me up.”

“Sounds like great game planning to me.” He said as he as he got close to her, taking the bag from her hands. “You know, I think that was the best senior prank day ever.” Carpenter said as he kissed the sexy teacher.

The End

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