Me and Mrs Jones

Me and Mrs Jones

CHAPTER 4

When Lee got out of the car she went straight into the teacher's house, leaving her a prisoner in the trunk locked in the boot of the car. She went indoors and made herself a coffee while she looked around the place more thoroughly. She was getting a big kick out of the thought that the humiliated teacher was still locked in the boot of her own car with her blouse almost open and her short skirt all messed up too.

She sat down in what she knew was the teacher's favourite chair, taking leisurely sips of her coffee. It was fifteen minutes before Lee finally relented and went back to the car to let her out.

She unlocked the boot and then took another minute or two before she opened the trunk as well. Jones crawled out of the trunk, deeply humiliated and also extremely uncomfortable.

"Come on, Jones, get a fucking move on!" said Lee. "Go and bring my shopping inside right away, you lazy fucking bitch!"

Jones struggled out of the car and picked up the shopping, almost gasping under the weight of some of the items. Lee watched with amusement as the teacher brought in the items purchased for her humiliation and paid for with her own money. Sometimes, she thought, everything just goes exactly the way you want it to. Though she doubted that Jones felt the same way.

When Jones had finally finished unloading all the shopping Lee gave her a sarcastic smile.

"About fucking time too!" she sneered. "You'll have to learn to work a bit faster than that or you're really in for it."

Jones sighed. She was obviously trying to make her mind up to be brave. You could see the thought of what might happen if she didn't go along with the plan being weighed against the certainty of what would if she did. And, at the moment, she thought that taking her chances with the law was the lesser of two evils.

"Look, Lee, I can't put up with this any more," she said. "You've made a fool out of me today, you've conned me out of my car and a lot of my own money. But that's where it ends. I'll let you have the car, and you can do whatever you want with the stuff you've made me buy today. But I'm not going along with anything else. The way you've treated me today is horrible. And I can't - I won't - put up with it anymore."

Lee looked at Jones curiously. She was wondering at what stage to turn the screw on the bitch further. Maybe it was better not to rush things.

"Well, that's up to you, of course," she said. "But you really ought to think about what's going to happen if you take that line. For starters, you can kiss goodbye to your job." "I know that." "And how will you support Kathy?" "I'll get another job."

"Well, you can try. But you'll certainly have a lot of trouble finding any worthwhile employment with a criminal record. Particularly when you lied about it. How do you think the average employer is going to feel about that?" "I'll take my chances."

Lee laughed. She was really enjoying her power over the teacher and was determined not to rush her moment of triumph.

"Then again, you've got an ex-husband, haven't you? He might not be at all happy about the way you're bringing up his daughter. He might even think about applying for custody on the grounds that you're an unfit mother."

Jones went pale when Lee said that. She had always prided herself on being a good mother and had brought Kathy up on her own since her daughter was 8 years old. Of course her father had access to their girl - but only one weekend in four. He and his new wife lived 20 miles away and Jones hated it when he came over to see her daughter. She knew that her ex was earning far more money than she was and that his new wife was only 21 years old. At 34 years of age, she suddenly felt very vulnerable.

"I'm not an unfit mother, Lee," she said angrily. "I've always loved my little girl. She's been my whole life ever since she was born. And there's no way I'd let Sean and his bimbo take her away from me."

Lee laughed when she said that. She knew that her latest thrust had touched a real nerve in her victim.

"That's easy to say," she told the teacher. "But when you got custody after the divorce presumably the court wasn't aware of your criminal past. And, of course, he's got the money to hire much more expensive lawyers than you. Plus, it's not just the fact that you have a criminal record - it's the fact that you lied about it to get a job with vulnerable children. The court would certainly take a very dim view of that. I reckon he'd get custody of Kathy in those circumstances."

Jones pulled herself together with a stiff effort.

"I know what you're trying to do, Lee, and it won't work. You want to frighten me by using Kathy as a weapon. But I don't think that, even in those circumstances, the court would award custody to Sean and that bitch he's married." "Maybe," said Lee. "Look, I tell you what, why don't you think about it overnight. If you still feel the same tomorrow - well, then I'll just ask my brother to release all the information about you to the public domain and see what happens."

Jones swallowed hard. All the same, the bitch was making one last stand for her dignity. And Lee didn't want to play any of her trump cards just yet.

"I want you out of here, Lee, this minute. I want my life back again. And, even if it can't be the way it was, it must be better than being a - a - slave - to a cold-hearted bitch like you. Nothing that I've done's bad enough to justify that."

Well, Jones gave it her best shot, and Lee just smiled back at her. She wasn't at all bothered by the bitch's big talk. While Jones was staring at her meanly, Lee just grinned. Then, like a true sister of mine, she acted.

I doubt if Jones ever saw the dropkick that slammed viciously into her side and left her reeling and gasping for breath. She may just have seen the uppercut to the chin that dropped her to the ground like a stone. But seeing, while they say it's believing, is certainly not the same as reacting. Jones had neither the time nor the technique to react to my sister, the local kick-boxing champ and not for lack of competition either.

Jones lay stunned on the floor, and Lee, after a quick grin to gloat over her triumph, picked up the handcuffs and fastened the teacher's hands behind her back. She then took off all the bitch's clothes till she lay right there before her stark bollock naked. Well, in her case, stark cunt naked, I suppose. Then she put the shackles on her legs, spreading them as wide as possible for adding the spreader bar and fixing it in place. After that she got out a ball gag and shoved it in the stupid bitch's gob .

"Cumfy, Jones?" asked Lee, a huge grin on her face. "Of course you are. I bet if I put my fingers in your cunt you'd be wet as a fucking fish. Wouldn't you, Jones?"

Then Lee laid Jones down on the floor while she went into the kitchen. She opened a bottle of wine and brought in a glass. After settling the wine on the living-room table, she turned on the TV. As Jones lay there, naked and helpless, she found to her horror that Lee was resting her shoes on the teacher's tits.

"Hey, Jones, your tits make a great footrest!" Lee laughed. "Tomorrow I'll bring in my running spikes and rest them on your tits! You'd fucking love that, wouldn't you, Jones?"

The helpless teacher could only make meaningless noises through her gag. She tried to struggle but it was all in vain. lee just settled down in comfort to watch the TV.

After a couple of hours the film finished. Lee got up and took the gag out of her victim's aching gob.

"Hi, Jones," she smiled. "Do you need to go to the toilet?" Jones looked furiously at my sister. "Yes," she admitted. "OK," said Lee, "but here are the new house rules. You never use the toilet without permission. You must always ask for permission. Just say, may I have a piss, please, Ma'am? Or, may I have a shit, please, Ma'am. So, Jones, what is it? What would you like?"

Jones looked ready to explode but her full bladder was now becoming extremely uncomfortable. Besides, she thought, Lee's bound to release me to let me go, and then I'll have a chance to get out of the situation. Better play along with her for now.

Swallowing her pride and controlling her indignation, Jones decided to humiliate herself before the young girl.

"May I have a piss, please, Ma'am?" she said finally. Turning the screw still further, Lee was determined to add to the already humiliated teacher's shame and embarrassment. "Does Jonesy want a piss?" she laughed, putting on a childish accent. "Do you want to beg me to grant you the enormous favour of allowing you to have a piss?" "Please, Ma'am, I beg you to grant me the enormous favour of allowing me to have a piss." "Very well," said Lee, "but you can't expect me to allow you to do that unless you do something for me in return, before and after. Before I grant you as big a favour as that you must agree to three things. The first is easy," she grinned. "I expect you to thank me for honouring you by using your tits as a footrest." "Yes, Ma'am," Jones sighed. "Thank you for honouring me by using my tits as a footrest." "The second is, I want you to give me a really good session with your tongue on my cunt and especially my clit." "Yes, Ma'am, I promise." "Finally, because of your constant arrogance and impertinence, I think you deserve a good caning. Don't you, Jones?" "Yes, Ma'am," Jones sighed again. "Good," Lee smiled. "Now there's just one more thing and then you can have your piss."

To the teacher's surprise she popped the ball gag back in the bitch's gob. She then opened the back door and showed her the garden. Jones looked at her in bewilderment.

"This is where you're going to piss tonight," Lee told her. "I'll make more permanent arrangements tomorrow. Get a fucking move on, you stupid bitch!"

So Jones pissed in her own back garden, her young student watching her humiliation with glee. She had, of course, gagged the bitch just in case she tried to scream when she was outside.

"That's your last piss of the day," Lee told her. "Come inside now and service my cunt."

So Jones spent some considerable time using her tongue on Lee's cunt. The young girl orgasmed no less than five times before she finally relented.

"All right, Jones, you can get up now," she told her. "It's time for you to be caned. How many do you think you deserve for your disrespect towards me?" "One, Ma'am," said Jones weakly. "Huh!" Lee laughed. "One lousy fucking stroke - after what you've put me through today! You must be fucking joking, bitch! It's six of the best for you. And, of course, I expect you to count each stroke as it lands. And express your gratitude to me after each stroke too. First, though, you can kiss the cane."

Jones groaned but she did her best. She tried hard to put some enthusiasm into kissing the implement that she knew was going to hurt her arse as soon as she'd finished. Then it was time. She bent over the chair as the young girl, after first removing the spreader bar, picked up the cane and began her work.

"OW!" Jones gasped, as the first stroke landed. Then she remembered what she had to do. "One. Thank you, Ma'am." "Two. Thank you, Ma'am." "Yeow! Three. Thank you, Ma'am." "Shit! Four. Thank you, Ma'am." "Jesus! Five. Thank you, Ma'am." "Fuck! Six. Thank you, Ma'am." "The pleasure," Lee grinned, "was all mine. Now I want you to kiss the cane again. And say, thank you, Mr Cane, for giving me the lesson of my life. I thoroughly deserved to have my arse caned and I fucking love it anyway!"

Groaning, Jones repeated the words Lee told her to say, after first kissing the cane as enthusiastically as she was able to fake. Lee gave her a huge grin.

"Never mind, Jones, this hurts you a lot more than it hurts me! Now open your stupid worthless gob and I'll put the gag back inside."

Jones groaned again but did as she was told. In her present state of helplessness she was in no position to resist. The gag made even breathing somewhat uncomfortable for her.

Lee stood back and admired her work. She viewed the naked teacher as she stood before her with her hands cuffed behind her back, her legs shackled and her normally authoritative mouth completely silenced.

"Not bad," she said. "But just another couple of touches and it'll be perfect. Cheer up, Jones, you'll make the perfect slave!"

Somehow, Jones felt sure that Lee's idea of perfection was very different from her own ideas. But there was nothing at all that she could do to stop the young girl at present.

Lee pulled out the dog-collar with its spikes and fastened it around the teacher's neck. She buckled it shut tightly and grinned at her helpless victim. Then she produced the black eye-patches and placed them over Jones's eyes, tying them in place with the ties at the back. Finally, she forced the black rubber hood over the teacher's head, reducing her to complete anonymity, leading her into a world of darkness as well as silence and helplessness.

"Time for bed, Jones," she smiled. "I'll take you upstairs. Oh, and by the way - I sleep in your bed from now on. Unless I tell you otherwise, your sleeping quarters are the trunk at the foot of the bed." "Mmmm..." Jones muttered futilely through her gag.

So Lee forced Jones into the trunk, securing it with the padlock and chains that came with it. A key turned in the lock as a further security measure. This was to be Jones' bed in her own house from now on! Lee, meanwhile, made for the teacher's own comfortable bed and settled herself in for a restful night.