Miss Udders - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Miss Udders - Part 2

... powerlessness. She was a teacher! She should be able to do this!

She tried to think back to how she had handled rowdy classes in the past, but she drew a blank. The boys continued to do whatever they wanted, and every moment she stood there, Miss Uden felt more and more foolish and weak.

Finally, one of the boys cleared his throat and the other boys rapidly settled down, turning to focus their attention on him. Lily saw with dismay that it was Tyler Carlson.

In many ways, Tyler was her worst enemy. She had successfully failed him last semester, yet here he was, with a smug look on his face. She wished that it had been anyone other than him who had come to her assistance.

“Hey guys, it looks like our teacher is trying to speak. Let’s hear her out,” he said confidently. The rest of the boys were raptly paying attention to him, the clear leader. “Go ahead,” He said, nodding to Lily. “You have permission to speak.”

Lily felt a surge of annoyance. This little shit was clearly making a power play, acting like he was in charge of the class instead of her.

She would have to put him in his place, or he would be a nightmare… No. No, that was wrong, wasn’t it?

She had to make sure that the students liked her, and biting the head off of their leader on the first day wouldn’t help. She felt like maybe she should just… go with the flow. What did it matter if Tyler looked stronger and more competent than her?

“Th-thank you Tyler,” she said with a sickly smile. He ...

... nodded back to her, smug look still plastered across his face. The rest of the class gave each other knowing grins, and Lily’s stomach sank again.

She needed to push forward. “All of you have struggled in my art classes before. This class is designed to allow you to make up the points that you missed. Because you are all making up for different courses, this special remedial course will include a broad sampling of artistic techniques including clay modeling, photography, and painting. It will be a lot of hard work, but you should all be able to make up for any classes you failed.”

She had practiced this speech in her head, and although it came out a bit shakier than she had planned, she felt like she was getting back into the swing of things. “Now, to keep things simple, we are going to be focusing on still-life subjects this semester.”

She gestured towards a bowl of apples that she had set on her desk. “Now, why don’t we start by…”

“Miss Uden,” said Tyler, cutting her off abruptly. A smirk crossed his face. “Actually, that sounds a little too formal. I’m just going to call you Lily.”

All of her previous students had used “Miss Uden”, at her insistence. It had seemed vital to create a distance of respect and authority between teacher and student, but she couldn’t remember why that had seemed so important to her before. Respect wasn’t the most important thing in the world, after all.

“That’s ummm… that’s fine, Tyler,” she murmured sheepishly, seeing some of the ...