Blackmailing Beauty - Sex Stories

Blackmailing Beauty

... scoffed, “Steffi, I know the crying game, I have played it myself on many occasions.” I paused before demanding in my teacher voice, “Now, Steffi! Give me the phone.” Tears still fell down her face as she reluctantly handed me her phone. She blubbered, “I am so sorry. I just…” I surprised her when I told her, “Shut up. Meet me in the drama lab after school, young lady! We will discuss this further there.” “Yes, Miss White,” she said through tears as she stood up and walked out. I flipped through the phone and saw that Jenny, her best friend, had indeed been texting her answers after Steffi had sent her the questions. I pondered what I should do, when a sudden dirty thought flashed into my head. As soon as it was in my head, it would not go away. What if?....My lust was formulating my plan almost too fast to comprehend now. I taught one more class, rather distractedly I must say. Then I went to the drama lab where I taught my last class of the day. The class dragged by as I tried not to contemplate the upcoming opportunity that awaited me after the bell rang. My mind boggled with my nasty thoughts while the clock didn’t seem to be moving at all. Mercifully, the period finally ended. I continued my nasty reverie as my students dispersed and headed to their after-school lives. I didn’t have to wait long before Steffi walked in nervously. I went to the door and closed it. It was Friday and on Friday this placed cleared quicker than kids at a party when the cops show up. I ...

... returned to the front and mused, “Now, Steffi, what are we to do with you?” She immediately began crying again before finally pleading, “I am so sorry, Miss White, it was so stupid of me. Please don’t tell my parents.” “Hmmm,” I said, as I contemplated her misery. “Well, Steffi, what do you think might be a suitable punishment for cheating? “Anything,” she said desperately, “I will do anything.” “Be careful how you word things, my dear,” I said, with a slight flirt in my tone. Not catching on, she said, “No really, Miss White, I will do anything.” I smiled, “Well I would be willing to ignore this little indiscretion if....” Instantly her face changed to one of hope, “Yes, Miss White?” “If you promise to obey my every command,” I stated casually as I circled her. She gave me a confused look, and then said tentatively, “OK?” “No, I don’t think you understand; you must do exactly what I ask,” I explained, stressing the word exactly. “O-o-o-k,” she nervously said, unsure of what I was implying. I waited dramatically, before I finally casually asked, “Did you know I am a lesbian, Steffi?” Again a confused and seemingly shocked look crossed the beautiful teen’s face. I could see her try to process this new information and perhaps the intent behind my telling her it. Finally, she shakily responded, “No, Miss White. I had no idea.” “Have you ever been with a girl?” I asked, flirtatiously. I now had my face close to hers. She blushed as she whispered, “Yes.” “With whom?” I asked curiously. ...