My Teacher's Weekend by TremblingEmbrace

Today was the first day of my high school senior year. Throughout the day, I listened to the customary teacher introductions and syllabus reading. One teacher after another of dull routine, “Hello, don’t be annoying in my classroom, read this syllabus.” While walking to my 5th-hour calculus class, I checked my schedule for the teacher’s name, “Ms. Taylor.” I hope she teaches math well and doesn’t just dump us with homework that we have to figure out ourselves. As I walked into the class, a stunning female teacher greeted me with a wide smile and joyous welcome. I entered the room and chose a desk near the front. She held my attention during class as she introduced herself and what her class would entail. I admired her faint quirks as I watched her speak. Her subtle fidgeting, cute snickers when talking, and when assisting a student, a genuine sense of caring. As days passed, I grew a crush, a love, an obsession.

Entranced by her, every day in class I admired her and drifted off into her eyes. I think she started noticing my habitual gaze when every so often our eyes met, followed by her promptly looking away.

After school on Friday, I walked into her classroom once her final hour’s students had left.

“Hey Ms. Taylor, I was wondering if you could help me with some of the problems on the pre-Calc review?” I said as I walked to her desk.

“Yeah of course, it can feel like a while since you learned this last year.” Taylor said, motioning for me to sit by her desk.

I sat down with Ms. Taylor and worked through the problems I told her I didn’t understand. For as long as possible, I had her elaborate on anything she didn’t explicitly explain to me.

“Is that all you had questions about?” Taylor asked me weakly with a tired expression.

“Sorry I wasted your time miss, your family is probably wondering where you are by now.”

Taylor straightened her back, “No, it’s fine, it’s my job to teach students. And well, it’s just me at home so that isn’t a problem.”

“Just you? Not even a pet?” I asked with a smirk.

“Nope, never got around to looking for a pet… or a… yeah.” She replied awkwardly.

“That’s a shame. You deserve someone to come home to.”

“Uh, thanks… well… if that’s all you needed, I do need to get home.” She stammered, standing up from her desk and getting her things together.

Leaving my seat, I waited for her to finish packing up so I could walk out with her. By now most people had left the school, leaving the parking lot nearly empty. Arriving at her car, she turned and gave me a warm, caring look and wished me a good night. Taylor turned to her car and searched her purse for her keys. I didn’t move an inch. With eyes unfocused, I stood silently as she had her back to me. Clicking out of a daze, I had made up my mind. Reaching into my backpack, I crept up directly behind her. Pulling out a knife, I pushed the dull side to her throat. “Don’t speak, don’t move.” I whispered into her ear.

Not giving her time to process what was happening to her, I forced a gag into her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. Grabbing her wrist and waist, I started directing her away from her car. When I pulled her, she instinctively flinched and grabbed my hand, stopping me. While gripping her arm, I told her in a low voice that it would be best for her if she came with me willingly. After giving me a trembling nod, I led her several rows over to where I had parked my car.

I opened the passenger side door, sat her down in the seat, and reached over her to put on her seat belt. With Taylor secured, I entered the driver’s side and drove towards home. Looking over to check on her, she was expectedly jittery. As we sat in silence, I processed that I had really just done this and chuckled to myself. Hearing me, Taylor seemed to become even more frantic and tried to say something through her gag, but it just came out as anxious garble. After telling her she would be ok, I resumed focusing on driving. As I drove the rest of the way home, I made sure she didn’t try anything, though she seemed too scared to risk it. The driveway was empty since my parents had left this morning to visit my grandparents. Pulling into the garage, I parked the car and turned it off.

“Alright, rides over, time to get out.” I told her and went to open her door. Leading her into and through the house, I brought her to the basement stairs and nudged her down the first step. After stepping down, Taylor froze in place. “nnnnyyyooooo” she pleaded, grabbing onto me. “Come on, just a bit further and I’ll take off your blindfold and gag.” I told her in a reassuring voice. Seeing that she wouldn’t move, I sighed and grabbed her, bringing her the rest of the way down. At the bottom of the stairs, I closed and locked the basement door. Without her hearing, I opened a desk drawer and hid the key in the back.

I brought her to the couch in the middle of the room and sat her down. Sitting next to her, I turned her to me and laid my hands on her shoulders. I slid my hand up and across her cheek and lifted her blindfold off. With dilated eyes, her vision met mine as I reached behind her head, unhooking her gag.

“What are you going to do to me?!” Taylor spat out, finally able to speak.

“Is that really your first question? It kind of spoils the fun if you know what will happen.” I joked, leaning on the couch.

“What the fuck… just… just please don’t hurt me.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t want to hurt you. As long as you don’t give me a reason to.”

Seeing me reclined against the couch, Taylor’s eyes stealthily darted between me and areas around the room. I closed my eyes to blink, and as I opened them I saw Taylor sprint to the door. She lunged at the doorknob and twisted and pulled, but it wouldn’t budge. “No no nooo.” Taylor desperately looked around for a key. As she searched for the key to her only way of escape, that’s when she noticed my presence looming over her. She turned around. “No wait stop!” She yelled.

I grabbed at her arm, but she pushed me back. Irritated, I darted forward and wrestled her to the ground. Struggling against her flailing limbs, I managed to pin her arms above her head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she cried. “What did I just fucking tell you!?” I roared, striking my hand across her face. Taylor’s face was knocked to the side as she laid sprawled out on the floor. She slowly turned back, looking up at me, shocked. Laying over her, we stared into each other’s eyes as we caught our breath.

“Apologize.” I said flatly.

Taylor gave me a confused look. “I… I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have run away.” She stammered.

“Try harder.”

“I… it was wrong to run from you. It was stupid of me to think I could escape.” Taylor grumbled.

Smirking down at her, I calmed her uneasy expression. “It’s fine. You’ll have to prove to me that you’ll behave though.” I said getting up. Walking back to the couch, I sat down and exhaled. I decided I wanted to embarrass her, see how much I could affect her. “Come over here.” I said, waving her over. Taylor slowly stood up, cautiously walking over to me. “Sit down on my knee.” I said, eyeing her standing before me.

Taylor paused as she looked at me, then sheepishly looked away and mumbled that she couldn’t possibly do something like that.

“C’mon, this isn’t the worst thing I could have you do.” I grinned.

Standing there fidgeting, Taylor reluctantly looked at me and nodded. I watched gleefully as she turned around and lowered herself onto my leg. With her crotch pressed against me, I dismissed the amusing thought of bouncing her on my leg. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her to me so that her back pressed against my chest.

“Why me? Why out of all people did you choose me?” Taylor asked, turning her head, face to face with me.

“You are a beautiful, pure, and lovely woman. You show great compassion and I wanted you to be mine. I was presented with a perfect opportunity to have you, and I decided to take it.” I told her as I slid my hand under her shirt, caressing her stomach. She began to ease against me but continued watching my movements intently. Kissing down her neck, I told her how I wanted her to enjoy this, I wanted to explore pleasure with her. I took her chin in my hand and turned her face to mine. Looking into her spellbound eyes, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. Taylor stayed still until she realized there was no stopping this, and she gave in, softly kissing back.

Sucking on her lip, I gently bit down, earning a squeak and shudder from her. I slithered my hand up her chest and slipped under her bra. Cupping her breast, I touched and squeezed her gently, turning her breathing ragged. Not breaking the kiss, I had Taylor turn around fully to face me, with her leaning forward as she sat on top of my legs. I teased her by circling her areolas with my fingers, building up her anticipation. Taylor leaned her head back, the stimulation leaving her mouse open. Taking her by surprise, I clamped my fingers onto her nipples, rubbing them up and down. As I squeezed and pulled on her nipples, she exhaled a loud passionate moan. She fell forward, leaning her head on my shoulder.

Letting her catch her breath, I slid my hands from under her shirt and rested them around her hips. Once she had calmed down, I told her there was something I wanted her to do. I lifted her onto her feet and left her in front of the couch. Walking back, I sat down and smiled. “I want you to strip for me.”

At hearing that, Taylor’s face turned bright red. She had never imagined having to do something like this. Her mouth opened, but she didn’t think there was anything she could say to get out of doing this or change my mind. She knew she couldn’t run or refuse. As Taylor wondered if I wanted her to strip while dancing or just sexily take off her clothes, I cleared my throat. Realizing she had kept me waiting, Taylor decided she needed to start already.