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teaching teacher a lesson

... course he didn't. He just sat there and took his medicine with a pointless scowl on his face. But now as he lay in bed starring up at the ceiling he pictured in his mind what he'd do to that freckled twat. How he'd hurt her with his hands, with his teeth, with his cock, how he'd humiliate her, degrade her. As he imagined torturing and rapping Miss McIntosh he began jerking off hard until he reached a long satisfying climax. He lay there breathing heavily, his spent jizz cooling on his belly and sticking the sheet to him. He lay there for sometime more mulling stuff over in his head then reached over and got his phone off the nightstand. He checked the time. Just before one in the morning. He opened up the text app and sent a msg to his friend Duncan. *"Hey dude. You up?"* He got reply almost instantly. *"Yeah man. Can't sleep…"* *"Me either…"* he sent back *"You grounded?" * He asked. *"Yeah, like forever I think!"* *"Ha! Me too. Sucks huh?"* *"Totally bro. Its all that bitches fault!"* *"I know it. I hate that cunt!"* *"Me too man. I was just thinking how someone needs to teach her a good lesson. Know what I mean"* There was a bit of a pause then Duncan text back *"You got an idea? If so I'm in!"* Sean smiled *"Sure do bro. Just gotta think on it a bit. Be in touch soon. Peace"* *"peace man."* Sean put his phone down and began to think some more. He was still thinking about Pamela when he fell asleep half an hour later. - PART TWO - Pamela McIntosh woke up on Saturday ...

... morning as usual a few minutes before her alarm went off at seven am. Pamela wasn't one to lounge around in bed on the weekend so after stretching out her long body against the matters she threw back the covers and swung her feet out, sitting up on the edge of the bed. Stretching her arms up above her head she yawned then stood up and walked over to the chair by her dresser where her running gear was waiting for her. Her kit today included black Nike sports bra with a light blue Lycra Adidas singlet pulled over top then on her lower half lime green thong with banana yellow gym shots over top. As she got dressed Pamela checked out her reflection in the full length mirror on her closet door. It had been a brilliant summer in the Cove and she"d gotten a great all over tan except where her bikini covered her, but the sun had also brought out her freckles strikingly. She could swear they became more abundant evert year. Pamela shrugged at her reflection, what could she do about it. She retrieved her glasses off the nightstand and padded bare foot on the polished wood floor into the hallway. Pamela loved her little two bedroom house that she'd purchased for a good price when she moved to the Cove two years ago. She'd come to Farm Cove to escape the rat race in the big city and take on the Physical Education position at the local highschool and hadn't regretted it for a second. She loved the small town feel of the place. A real sense of community, relaxed friendly people and a peaceful, ...