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Mrs Smith's Punishment One day I was just fed up with one of my students. Being a high school teacher was stressful, but I liked all of my students. They made my career worth it. They behaved and didn't get out of hand. But there was one boy, who really bothered me. To the point where I had to sent him out on the daily. His name was Peter Leckonby, and he disrespected the crap out of me. I really felt like he hated me. At first I'd let his disrespectfulness slide, but it really got to me. "Class, log in to your computers and we're going to begin lessons 2.02 and 2.04, we're skipping 2.03 because it's too difficult." I started to teach, playing with my brown hair. I still like to look pretty despite being 45. I definitely looked in my 40s but I still got compliments from staff and surprisingly some students(although they may have been trying to be funny, or brown nose me, sly bastards) I started the lesson, reading off a slideshow I'd made, then leaving the class to themselves. I went back to the back of the room and sat down to drink my soda and browse through articles on CNN and Huffington Post. I looked in the corner of my eye and saw Peter drinking mountain dew and munching on a poptart greedily. What in the world? Every student in that class knew that you are not allowed to eat in the classroom, full of computers. "Peter, put the food up. You know the rule. I won't keep warning you about stuff like this." "I'm hungry, didn't eat lunch today." "You could have ate that during lunch. Put it up now. " "Well, I didn't feel like." Now he'd really got under my skin. I tried so bad not to erupt. But I did. "PETER, PUT THE FOOD UP NOW! THESE COMPUTERS ARE TOO EXPENSIVE TO REPLACE! OUR SCHOOL CANNOT AFFORD TO REPLACE THEM!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Some kids flinched in fear and shock, no one had ever heard me yell like that. If I had a kid I'd never yell at he or she like that. When my husband makes me mad, I don't even yell this loud. Peter shattered my last nerves. He couldn't be broken, or scared, because he still ate, spilling crumbs on the keyboard... Some on the mouse. He really didn't give a fuck! I was way to mad to even do anything. I calmed and read some articles to sooth myself, I didn't say a word the rest of the class period. Thankfully it was the last period of the day. The bell rung for dismissal. "Peter, may I see you for a quick moment?" "Fine... I have to catch my bus.. Make it quick." Peter had long hair like a girl, and was tall but very skinny and boney, barely any meat but he still wore tank tops, displaying nothing. "Does something bother you about me? Is it your personal life? What bothers you, Peter? What makes you so disobedient to me? I must know." "My life, it's fine. And honestly I don't have a problem with you. It's just, I don't like when people tell me what to do. I do what I want at my house, my parents don't give a damn what I do. And the world keeps going round, life goes on. " "Well, when you enter my classroom, you're under my rules, got it? Or you'll face serious trouble. And I mean it. Do I make myself clear?" I flicked his long nose with my finger. "No one can hold me down! Got it Claire? I listen to No one but myself, and no one will stop that. It doesn't matter what you do." When he said my first name like that, in his tone, I was done. I had to teach this boy a lesson. My students are to call me Mrs. Smith only. I had something up my sleeve, and I knew for sure he wouldn't see it coming. "Very well then.... I can imagine your bus already left.. I can take you home if you'd like?" "Whatever...." He sat in a chair while I got my things ready and organized, that took about 30 minutes, then we were on the road. I forgot what I'd ate for lunch, but it was doing a big number on me. I was usually gassy later, but this day it was sooner. I didn't care if he smelled it or not, I let out a mean SBD in the car with the windows up as the A/C was on low. Soon enough he held his nose. "Holy fuck!! Did you fart or some?" "I'm a classy lady, I wouldn't do that in front of anyone." I lied as he choked on it. I rolled those widnows up a bit and soon the gas flowed away. "I don't know what that was, but it was so fucking terrible. Geez!" We stopped at my house and he was confused. Me lying again. I wasn't hungry, my stomach was super bloated and I damn sure wasn't gonna feed his disrespectful ass. He got sucked into these lies. My husband Gabe was still at work at his office job, so it was just me and Peter. I knew what I was going to do to Peter now, to teach him a huge life lesson. I told him to hold on as I passed the kitchen, then upstairs and into the attic. I needed something to restrain him for what I was gonna do. I had plenty of rolls of duct tape, and I knew how to use them. When I got back with about four rolls on my arms, he was confused. "Hey what are thos-" I immediately wrestled him on the kitchen floor, I easily overpowered him. He was so skinny, and I was not. My body type was thicker, from top to bottom. My boobs were small, if they were bigger I'd smother him to sleep with them, but at least I had a pretty big bubble butt. I don't think anyone wanted to look at me like that because I'm 45. Anyways, I had him pinned down, no where to go so with my other hand free, I began to wrap the tape around him tightly like a mummy, as he screamed. No one could hear him, we didn't live in a neighborhood with houses close together. They were more spread out, which made it perfect. Finally I got tired of the loud screaming he made, so I taped his mouth. I was going to do that anyway. It would make my punishment more effective and to the point. After dragging his squirming and fearful body, I pick his light body up and throw him on the bed. He shook in fright at me and thrusted himself, rolling off the bed but I grabbed him and got him back on. "There's really nowhere you can go, my precious student! " I exclaimed happily, smiling at him for the first time. Just as he began to attempt to roll off again, I put him back in the middle of the bed and sat on him. Right on his chest with my warm bubble butt, depriving him of air. He breathed heavily through his nostrils. "This is going to be exciting, because you my precious student... Will be taught your very first lesson! Isn't that exciting?" I finally allow him more air, getting off of his chest and standing over him. He breathes freely, the fresh air in relief, almost getting a high from it. I take my dress pants off that I'd been wearing all day and I sit my bubble butt right on his face softly. I make sure I'm barely depriving him of air so he can smell my stinky ass. Now he's thrashing like a raging beast, but there's no escape for him. I ask, acting like I'd get up if he'd say yes. I lifted my ass off and he nodded his head really fast, his eyes full of fear. "Alright... " I say, sitting back down on his face. "My lesson isn't over though." He's whined, like a little doggie, it was priceless. "Hold tight, it's gonna be a wild ride!!!" I aim my asshole through my panties toward his nose and let go the first stink bomb. *PROOOOOTTTTTT!!!* He was very startled by it, caught off guard and the smell hit immediately. I rubbed my ass all over his face, all he could do was just breathe in the wonderful smell. To me the smell was wonderful, but he continued to thrash, letting me know he disproved of it. I didn't care, I was teaching a big lesson. So quickly I take my panties off. I show him my big bare ass. He lets out whines as I position his nose right in my deep crack, his long nose tickles my crack, causing me to let out another. *PFFFFDFDOOOOTTTT!!!* I can feel this one vibrate right up against his nostrils, and I can feel that his nose is warm and steamy after that. I look back and see that his face is red from suffering only two farts. I was hoping he wouldn't pass out. If he did I'd immediately slap him awake or pour water on him. This was really getting my message across to him, at this point I wanted to torture him. *TROOOOOPPPTTTT!* Another fart straight up his nostrils and he passes out. I slap him awake and slam my feet on his face. "Don't you dare pass out!!" I say with an evil but sexy tone. He moves around, trying to get his nose out of my crack but I have it deep in there. My asshole is very warm, so I know his nose has got to be. *PHRAMMMMPHHHHTTTR!!!* A nasty disgust fart escapes from my bubble butt, and even I think this one is horrible. He cringes in horror, I can feel that his nostrils are flaring madly. He's desperate for fresh air, sniffing deeper but he gets pure fart air. I laugh loudly above him, as he keeps doing it. This was actually enjoyable. I never thought I'd ever have pleasure out of forcing another person to smell my farts. Honestly it was fun. 3 farts in a row shot out onto him! *SHROOOPPT!!* *braaaaffffttt!!!* *PROPPPPPTTT!* by now, the smell is filled with noxious farts. It smells terrible. I'm out of gas, now I just rub my pink dirty stinky asshole along his nostrils until 6 oclock. |
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