1. Teacher's Pet Chp 2


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Consensual Sex, Discipline, Incest, Male/Female, School, Toys, Written by women, Author: elise wrist, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    It Begins. Two months have past since school started. Jean's bullying has only gotten worse. Nobody knows how she treats me or how she makes me depressed. Luckily my brother has been distracting me alot. Taking a deep breath I walk into his class. Today was the day we would be starting 'To Kill a Mockingbird'. I had my own copy that my brother bought for me back when I was 12. The only thing that sucked is we had a reading, writing, and presentation project to do. I was stuck with Jean, her mother okayed letting my brother drive her around. Jean is in the back and she is talking to Alex. Blushing and flirting with him she stops and looks at me. Sticking out her tongue at me, in a childish manor. Sighing I sit down and start to reread my book. Patrick comes over and sits in the seat next to mine. "Rae, I know it's hard to ignore her but you have to try." Saying nothing I keep reading my book, he pulls the book from my hands. "Raven, listen to me do you want me to help with Jean?" He ask in a deathly quiet voice. My eyes widen as he ask if I want help. I had been thinking about it, but didn't want him to get in trouble. Frowning I turn away and shake my head sadly. I wont let him lose the job of his dreams. Standing he puts his hand on my shoulder and walks to the back. "Jean you are to stay after class, is that understood?" He ask sternly looking into her green eyes. Her lips were full and a beautiful pink color, she has long black hair, with smooth looking tan skin, she is ...
    17, and 5'11". She was everything I wasn't, she was perfect. I have long sliver hair that is normally up in a ponytail but today a braid, stormy grey eyes, alabaster skin, full pale pink lips, Im 5'6", and Im only 16. Patrick walks back over to the front and leans on the desk. Looking at everyone he ask "can anyone name a famous poet?" I wait quietly before raising my hand. I didn't just know one, I could list many. "Yes Miss Grey?" He says raising an eyebrow. Thankfully he doesn't use my full last name. "Edgar Allan Poe, he was known for his depressing poems." The class breaks into laughter, as I talk. Jean shouts "you freak! Your a fucking nerd." Frowning I get up and run to the bathroom. With tears in my eyes I pull out my razor that was hidden in my pocket. Slowly I start to make cut marks. Trying to numb all the pain, tears rolling down my cheeks. Someone walks out of a stall and looks at the drops of blood on the sink. Rushing over she turns the water on and pulls my wrist under the water. I try to pull away from her, "please... Please no" I say shakily. "I want to die.." She pulls out a shirt from her backpack, and makes strips of it. Using the strips she wraps my wrist after putting iodine on it. She cleans my blade and ask "who is your last teacher?" Sniffling I say "mister.... Mister.. Mister Greyson." Giving me a soft smile she gently pulls me along with her. We head back towards Patricks classroom. Im shaking with fear, he had told Jean to stay after class. What if ...
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