Chapter 2

The class was already seated, mostly, and Ms. Kaplan called for everyone to sit down, but not before giving us a good look over, smiling at our nakedness and nodding to Bert and me, her eyes sparkling with a hint of something ... mischief? I couldn’t tell, but it was clear she was quite happy with how we were fulfilling our duties. The fact that so many of us had been intimate with each other, including Ms. Kaplan herself, well, that was just icing on the cake, wasn’t it, but we were still here to learn, and she was still an English Literature teacher.

The class began with a discussion about the assigned reading for the week, which was Shakespeare’s “Othello,” but it quickly devolved into a series of dares and double-dares, with the students eagerly taking every opportunity to touch and tease the naked figures of Bert and myself. It was a bit of a distraction, sure, but the thrill of it all made it surprisingly easy to focus on the words of the Bard. Plus, every time someone touched my sensitive nipples or slapped my ass, it just made me hotter for the lesson ahead.

It didn’t help that Simone Cartier was back from juvenile detention, and she was one of the worst bullies in the history of Pulaski High School, so bad that she had to miss last semester due to her arrest and would have to attend summer school next June. She was trouble with a capital T, and we couldn’t never be sure what to expect from her, especially given her love of malt liquor and crystal meth.

“Oh, look at the naked sluts,” she sneered as she slithered into the room, her eyes roving over us with a look of pure contempt. “Jack must be so proud of you two, letting everyone fuck you like that. I got a reasonable request, I think. Why don’t you two ... drink my piss?”

“Now, now, that’s uncalled for ... that’s not reasonable at all ... asking people to swallow your pee. You get detention today, Ms. Cartier,” Ms. Kaplan scolded Simone, in case she forgot who was in charge with all of the steamy games that were still related to the discipline.

Simone rolled her eyes at the mention of detention. We all knew she’d be out by lunchtime. But she was also curious about the program. We could see it in the way her eyes roamed over Bert’s and my naked bodies, lingering a bit too long on our genitals. It was clear she was trying to figure out how she could use this to her advantage.

“One way or another, bitches, I’m gonna whizz down your throats, and yours, too, teacher!” Simone taunted us, at which point Ms. Kaplan nodded and Master Jack produced his paddle in a menacing fashion.

“You know the rules, Simone. No one is to be forced into anything,” he reminded her firmly, his eyes flashing with a warning that even the most hardened delinquent couldn’t ignore.

“Oh, teacher’s pet, I mean, teacher’s son ... how tough do you have to be to paddle someone or threaten to paddle them in Mommy’s classroom!” Simone told him before grabbing me and prying my cheeks apart to shove her fingers up my ass.

Master Jack’s eyes narrowed, but he remained silent. He knew better than to let his emotions get the better of him, especially in the presence of his mother. Instead, he focused on the lesson plan, letting the room’s atmosphere of sexual tension and power plays continue to simmer. Ms. Kaplan had enough, though, and she literally seized Simone by the hair of her head to yank her off me.

“Simone, you know better than to interrupt the class!” she said firmly. “Now, sit down and behave or you will regret it!”

“By the way, Simone, Mom’s a witch. I’d watch my step,” Master Jack warned her, Mistress Julie backing him up.

“Oooh, scary ... a witch! Where’s your black cat and broom, Ms. Witch?” Simone mocked her now.

Master Jack smirked at her, not rising to the bait. “You’ll see, Simone,” was all he said, his voice filled with a promise that sent shivers down her spine, even though she was trying hard not to show it.

“Yeah, behave ... or Maman, my sweet stepmother, might give you hemorrhoids,” Mistress Julie dared to threaten Simone.

“Julie, that’s enough,” Ms. Kaplan chided, though her eyes held a spark of amusement. “Let’s focus on the task at hand.”’

Simone visibly shuddered, even as I gestured to her about that for revenge, “bite me,” added by mouthing it.

The class continued with a mix of literature discussion and sporadic groping. It was clear that everyone was trying their best to behave, but the presence of two naked students in the room made it a challenge. I could feel the tension rising with each passing moment, and it was as thick as the scent of sex that lingered in the air from the hallway encounters.

When Simone started to leave the classroom, though, she grabbed Bert’s junk and squeezed as hard as she could. That was enough. He was a gentle giant, being sometimes still a bit Amish ... too much for his own good, though he had made progress on that front. I grabbed her, pinned her down, and sank my teeth into her right buttock enough to draw a little blood. She screamed and ran off to the clinic, lucky that she had clothes as a barrier to my teeth, limiting any issue damage.

“You okay, buddy?” I asked Bert, who nodded, his dick red and bruised.

“Poor thing. Let me do a quick incantation ... apparently, my blood magic from last December is wearing down ... much to my surprise. It might be stretched too thin or something, with so many affected by it,” Ms. Kaplan cut herself on purpose and let a little blood get on me, on Mistress Julie, on Master Jack, of course, and on Bert ... with a brief chant in a strange, Enochian tongue.

What a woman!

Ms. Kaplan’s eyes grew dark and intense as she chanted the incantation, the very air around us crackling with an invisible force. Within moments, the pain in Bert’s crotch dissipated, and the bruise on his cock faded away. The class watched in a mix of awe and apprehension, some of them whispering about the rumors of Ms. Kaplan’s witchy ways. Simone’s screams had brought a few more people to the classroom door, curious about the commotion. Luckily, she was already en route to the school clinic, where Raquel was likely to give her short shrift, being one of our lovers (as was her daughter).

The rest of the class left for their next periods with a mix of excitement and fear, as the students knew that the boundaries of the Program had been tested. Yet, the power dynamics remained clear, and no one dared to cross the line again for that morning, not even Simone’s usual entourage of troublemakers. They had seen what happened to her and were not eager to repeat the experience, not even when her around to rally them ... they hadn’t caused trouble in her absence for obvious reasons. The tension in the hall was palpable, the air thick with the scent of arousal and anticipation.

The second period bell rang and we made our way to the school clinic, where Raquel was already waiting for us with a knowing smirk. She had been informed of the incident with Simone and was eager to tend to our bruised egos—and in Bert’s case, a bruised cock. It paid to know the school nurse ... intimately. She had applied some ointment to Simone’s tush, of course, but Simone still looked on with a mix of fear and smoldering rage. She wasn’t done with us yet ... she would just have to recover from this scare first.

“You okay, sweeties?” Raquel cooed, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she took in our naked forms. Her new tattoos were definitely visible in the open neckline of her nurse’s uniform, giving her an edgy look that was surprisingly hot and contrasted with her bedside manner and professionalism. She was one of the MILFs of the school, and she knew it. Being a mamacita didn’t hurt, either, a hot-blooded Latina, as always.

“Yeah, thanks to you,” Bert murmured, his face still a bit flushed from the incident with Simone.

“Well, as punishment for this ... incident, Simone has to join you in the Program this week. Yes, that’s right, Simone ... you’ll have to strip utterly naked, submit to reasonable requests, shower and change with the boys in their locker room, and you get the picture, just like Tamara here,” Principal Jamie Lazaro announced in the door, her eyes brooking no argument from the likes of Simone Cartier, “oh, and you still have detention.”

Simone’s face turned a brilliant shade of red, and she sputtered with indignation, “What? That’s not fair!”

“No, what’s not fair is what you did to Bert here. You didn’t request anything. You just plain assaulted him, and you could go right back to juvy for that. Is that what you wish, Simone?”

Simone paled at that suggestion, “No, anything but that!”

“Good, then you’ll participate,” Principal Lazaro said firmly, her eyes boring into the troubled teen. “Now, get undressed.”

Simone slowly, reluctantly undressed, showing everyone her birthmark on her left cheek, too. It was shaped like a snake, and she looked very embarrassed by that. Most people didn’t have birthmarks on their butts, after all. She also had a tattoo on her right cheek that read, “Pucker up” with a kiss emoji or symbol.

“Alright, everyone, let’s not make this harder than it needs to be,” Principal Lazaro said calmly, watching Simone’s face turn even redder with each piece of clothing that she removed. “Remember, this is about growth and learning to respect each other’s boundaries.”

Well, Simone quickly realized that this wasn’t to be, when Oscar Pendejo, a big dick as he was, slapped her bottom roughly and then pinched it in front of everyone without asking first. He also grabbed my tush ... and my tits, after which he slapped Bert before Mr. Lamont saw this and literally grabbed him by the balls to make his point. Oscar backed off quickly and glared at Mr. Lamont, mouthing “cuck” at him as he finally backed away and we arrived at Mr. Lamont’s Chemistry class.

Mr. Lamont looked over us and nodded, “Welcome, students,” he said, his eyes lingering on our naked forms for just a bit too long. It was clear that he was enjoying this as much as we were, and that was quite a bit, even if we were the ones being ogled.