Bad Teacher (F/F) Part three uploaded 1/18

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Chapter 1 Plotting Revenge

“Detention over. Hope you have a crappy weekend. See everyone next week. And you’d better have your plays written in full, with stage directions”

Clare taught drama, and was easily the most hated teacher in the school. She went against two stereotypes. Although she was fat, she was far from jolly. Most teachers either have a calling for it, or like kids. Clare hated children. She despised their inane drivel, and how stupid they were. She was a good teacher. Very good in fact, but only because of how feared she was. She handed out detentions for all sorts of reasons; real or imaginary. She would only hold detentions on Fridays. Mainly because she knew how eager the pupils would be to go home and get ready to go out, but also because her drama class was the last class of the week, so there was no getting out of her detentions.

Two reasons for detentions stood out as being the worst. The first was that any time someone needed the toilet during her class, they would be timed, and that time would be a detention. The second was that for every minute you were late for her class, you would be given a five minute detention. The lesson before hers was science, at the other side of the school, so on Friday, the whole class would have a minimum twenty minute detention. This led to many frustrated students.

Everyone being detained started filing out. As usual for Clare’s detentions, it was standing room only. As the fifty or so students felt they were out of earshot, they badmouthed their teacher.
“She only keeps us ‘ere coz she don’t have no mates to go out wiv”
“Stupid fat bitch”
“She needs a good slap”
“Nah, she needs a good fucking”
“Who’d fuck her?! She’s old, fat, ugly and a bitch. I bet she hasn’t been laid in years”

Clare heard that last one, and knew where it came from. Esmerelda was known for being mouthy. She was fairly popular, and very athletic, being on several school, and even county, sports teams. Well liked, pretty and in good shape, she was everything Clare wasn’t. She was used to being insulted by her students, especially after detention, but what Esme said cut through her like a knife. She was middle-aged. She was fat. She didn’t think she was ugly particularly, preferring to call herself ‘plain’, but to everyone else she was indeed ugly. What her most though was the not being laid in years part. It wounded her badly, being painfully accurate. She played with herself, sure, but it just wasn’t the same.

Esme had made a serious error with her insult. Clare WAS one for petty revenge, but she felt Esme had gone well beyond that. A mere detention would in no way make up for her words. But something else would. Clare had a second job outside teaching; robbing people’s homes. Being a teacher paid decently, but it didn’t afford her the lifestyle she thought she deserved. Stealing and selling other people’s stuff helped supplement her teacher’s wages. After Esme’s words, she had her target house for tonight, and she not only knew where she lived, but also where the emergency key was hidden…

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Chapter 2 The bindering


Clare arrived at her target house. During the drive there, she pictured various scenarios in her head. She didn't know how many people would be home, or indeed how big the family was. She had with her enough supplies to keep four or five people helpless, but any more than that would cause her issues. The house could also be completely empty, which would make her life much easier. She hoped the parents weren't in. She had no problems with them. She had met them a few times at parents evenings, and they seemed nice; far too nice to raise such a bitchy, mouthy kid. That Clare more than earnt the insults Esme had thrown at her didn't enter her mind.

Clare got out of her hire car and removed a small suitcase from the trunk. She was clad entirely in black, with a balaclava and sunglasses on her face. Over this was a motorcycle helmet. She really wanted to keep her identity secret; Esme and her parents obviously knew who she was and what she looked like. In the suitcase was her equipment. Chloroform and a cloth. Ropes, chains, padlocks, two types of tape, and a large car wash sponge and a harness ball gag for keeping people quiet. She planned on using her socks to gag two more if needed. Esme was definitely getting one, but she felt bad for whoever else ended up chewing on the other.

The emergency key was under a plant pot on the front step. Exactly where Clare knew it would be. She had overheard Esme mention sneaking in at night using it. Using the key, Clare gained entry to Esme's house. She tried being as quiet as possible, but it wasn't quiet enough.
"Mum? Dad? Back already?" came a yell from upstairs. Esme was in and her parents were out! That was a major obstacle out of the way. Clare didn't waste any time, and hid behind a wall while she plotted her next move. She went to her case for the chloroform, but there was no time. Esme had decided to come downstairs to investigate the sound of the front door opening.

Esme came downstairs, her heels clicking as she did so. She was wearing a short black dress and heels. Her face was half made up, as she had been interrupted by Clare's arrival. Suddenly, a gloved hand reached out and covered her mouth. A second hand went over her nose.
"Hmmm. Hmmmm" Esme screamed into Clare's meaty hands, hoping someone would hear. Her screams got quieter and quieter as Clare smothered her, depriving her of air. Esme fought, but Clare outweighed her by well over 100 pounds. After a minute, Esme passed out.

Clare worked quickly and efficiently. Esme's wrists were roped in front of her, going round eight times, and cinched. Her fingers were forced into a prayer position, and completely wrapped in grey, heavy duty duct tape. Her ankles were tightly roped and cinched, just above the straps of her heels, the same way as her wrists. The tape was wound round her head four times over her eyes, blindfolding her. The basics sorted, Clare removes her shoes, and pulled off one of her thick, worn, sweaty socks. She didn't change her clothes as often as she should, and the fact that she wore the same jumper all week was noticed and mocked regularly. She hadn't changed her socks since Monday, which was also the last day she washed her feet. Her socks were white on Monday, but were now a light yellow color. Clare turned the sock inside out, and saw little specks of toejam over it. She sat in front of Esme, waiting, sock in hand.

Esme came round, grogilly. She tried opening her eyes, but she couldn't. She didn't have time to register anything else, as Clare pinched her nose shut with her free hand. As Esme opened her mouth to breathe, Clare forced the thick sock into her mouth.

"Wsssg Ghhn Uggn"

Clare ignored her, concentrating on forcing the sweaty mass into her mouth. Esme's confused noises got quieter as more of the sock disappeared into her mouth. As Esme came round to her senses, she realised she was tied up, and whatever was being forced into her mouth tasted disgusting, sort of cheesy and bitter at the same time. She didn't have a big mouth, but somehow, Clare got all of the sock behind her teeth. She held the sock in with one hand, and retrieved the harness gag with the other. The hard rubber ball was thrust into Esme's mouth, forcing the sock deeper, and compressing it, squeezing sweat out of the sock and into Esme's mouth. The harness gag had padlocks on each strap, which Clare tightened as much as she could before locking them. That gag was going nowhere without the keys, which Clare had dropped down a drain.

"Hggm Mmn" Hgggh"

Quiet enough, thought Clare. She knew her voice would give her away, so she was determined not to say a word. Esme tried to say some words, but they were heavilly muffled and garbled. Clare tied a breast harness on Esme, not that tightly. Her tied arms were bent over her head, and anchored very tightly to the new breast harness. Duct tape was wrapped over the new rope bindings, and also round Esme's neck, triceps and wrists, making triply sure her arms were stuck in position. Her legs were bound above and below her knees, then wrapped in tape. Her heels were removed, and her big toes tied. Esme, bound and gagged, was dragged to the heavy table, and bound to it by her ankles and her waist.

Clare felt Esme was helpless and quiet enough, so she left to indulge in a spot of burglary. Esme was just as helpless and quiet as Clare felt she was. The heavy table she was tied to kept her still. The thick sweaty sock and harness gag kept her quiet. She was screwed and she knew it. She heard numerous journeys up and down the stairs, and lots of rummaging as Clare hunted for valuables. Esme tried keeping calm. If she panicked, she could choke. Her parents would be back later to untie her, so she would just have to wait it out.

Clare had found enough small expensive things for her satisfaction, and Esme would be stuck where she was until she was freed. In any other situation, Clare would just leave. But that insult about being an incel still hurt deeply. She looked at Esme, bound gagged and blindfolded. She was helpless, sure. But she deserved more punishment.

[Caesar73]

Fine Story!

[Trickster]

Fantastic!

Hope you'll continue it soon.

[Ducttapelover93]

Hope to hear more this is an amazing story so far!

[Beetlebailey13]

Nice and Good Awesome Couple of Chapters so far! Please do continue. Would like to see and read what happens next to Esme

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Chapter 3 Trick or Treat, smell my...

Esme was still waiting patiently for release. She had heard faint rummaging noises, but they had stopped minutes ago. She didn't struggle or try and cry for help, in case it pissed off whoever did this to her. Although blindfolded, she sensed a person nearby. Still she remained motionless and quiet. As she felt the ropes tying her to the table being untied, she knew it couldn't be her burglar.

"Nnnmm. Sherrff stmff Hrrgm. Grmm hrrm fffrsst" she cried, hoping whoever was saving her could understand and would stop the burglar. The ropes were tight, and it took a few minutes until Esme was finally freed from the table. All the while, she was imploring her saviour to forget about her and deal with the burglar first. What good would it do if she was partially untied, and they were caught and trussed up even more?

Esme felt herself being gently dragged from under the table. A foul smelling piece of fabric wiped away the drool from her mouth, caused by the thick sweaty sock and harness gag preventing her from closing her lips or swallowing. She winced when it touched her lips. While grateful she was being untied, she was still scared of what could happen if they were both caught. A sudden, immense amount of weight landed on Esme's chest, making her jump out of her skin and winding her. The weight made it hard to breathe. Her first thought was confusion. This was swifly replaced with a second; it had been the burglar all along.


Clare did her best to supress a giggle. Using her other sweaty sock to wipe Esme's drool away was genius. She removed her other work trainer, leaving her barefoot. She had always hated her feet. She had looked at Esme's feet as she was tying her big toes, and felt overcome with jealousy. Esme's feet were small and dainty, pretty and slim. They looked smooth and smelt clean. Her nails were painted a light purple. They were clearly well looked after. Everything Clare's feet were not. They were huge; long and very wide. They were rough and calloused. They were sweaty from a hard days work, particularly between her toes, as she very often couldn't be bothered to wash there. Her toenails were longish and yellow, but from neglect instead of polish. While Esme could wear pretty shoes, Clare was forced to wear mens trainers and shoes. She couldn't even fit them in mens boots. Pretty flattering shoes were just not made in her size, and there was no way she could afford custom ones. She thought back to all the times Esme had disrupted her class or insulted her, openly to her face. Mocking her for her appearance, her weight, and most frequently, her lack of sexual activity. It was as if the student was bullying the teacher. As she sat on Esme, she looked at her own feet. If Esme winced at her sock...

She reached into her suitcase and pulled out a thick roll of black tape. Unlike the heavy duty tape Esme was wearing, this stuff was extra heavy duty. Clare tried peeling some off the roll, and was surprised at the strength of the adhesive. It didn't move. It took all of Clare's strength just to pull the tape from the roll. Placing the free end over her blindfold, she slowly reinforced it with three layers of tape. The amount of force required to use this tape meant she was using all her strength to wrap it round poor Esme's head and triceps, so it was applied with a vice like tightness. Clare found she couldn't rip the tape with her hands, or even bite through it. She had to use scissors. That blindfold was not moving or coming off without a lot of help, which was good for Clare because what she planned may have loosened her original blindfold.

Esme remained still during the process, as if she could struggle with Clare's bodyweight on her chest. She noticed the smell of sweaty feet in the air.
"Thhs Nsstfff. Pllff pff smm shffs offmm"
Esme felt something cold and clammy on her face. It was damp and smelt of mouldy cheese. She knew immediately what it was.
"Gmm Omm. Gmm Ommm"
Clare had put her nasty feet on Esme's face. Her thick fat feet made her far quieter than before. Tears formed in Esme's eyes at the smell, and her nose wrinkled in disgust. The stench made the gag taste even worse than before. As Clare was sitting on her, Esme had to breathe deeply. She had been well behaved before, so her burglars treatment of her was puzzling.
"Hmmp. Hmmp" she screamed into Clares feet. Clare ignored her, and began to rub her disgusting feet over Esme's face. The extra heavy duty tape held firmly over Esme's eyes, not shifting a milimetre.

Clare was rubbing her feet more and more firmly against Esme's face. She was horrified and repulsed in equal measure. Her pleas for help and mercy had gone from heavilly muffled and garbled half words to incomprehensible gibberish the more she gave in to her panic. Clare was rubbing and grinding her feet with such fervour that some of the rough dry skin was flaking off. Esme didn't know much of this she could take. If she had been asked for pin numbers, she would have given them instantly to make this stop. After twenty minutes of violent foot rubbing and grinding against Esme's face, it was time for a change. She slowly traced Esme's lips with her big toe.
"Nmm nmm nmm nmm nmm" was all Esme could manage by way of protest. She could taste Clares feet, and it made her want to be sick. The process was repeated with Clare's other big toe, with the same reaction from Esme. Why would anyone do this to her? This burglar was clearly a sick freak. Clare desperately wanted to mock, tease and gloat to Esme, but she knew that is Esme ever found out it was her drama teacher doing all this, she would be even more fucked than Esme was currently.

Clare was done abusing Esme's mouth. She had thoroughly rubbed her soles and toes all over her lips, leaving their foul cheesy taste and making them tingle, so now it was time to finish her gag. She was far too noisy for Clare's liking, and she couldn't keep her feet over her face forever. The extra heavy duty tape was wrapped ten times round Esme's mouth and upper arms. Clare's second thick sweaty sock was held over Esme's mouth, and a further ten layers was used to keep it in place. Seven strips were cut and placed firmly under Esme's chin. Clare preferred to wrap her head vertically, but the way Esme's arms were tied it was impossible, so this had to do. The large clean car washing sponge was squashed against the layers where Esme's mouth once was, and again wrapped with the extra heavy duty tape. It only lasted a final twenty three layers before the roll expired. The tape was so thick and sticky that the process took well over half an hour. Esme's face and upper arms were completely covered in the black tape, apart from her nose. The tape was so tight Esme felt that only her blindfold was stopping her eyes from popping out of her head. As well as gagging and blindfolding her, the mass of tape furthered secured her arm bondage.

Clare pinched Esme's nose closed between her big and second toe. The gag was airtight, and very soon Esme was bucking, trying to remove Clare's foot. She released her grip on Esme's nose, but didn't move her toes, so she took a massive gulp to toe cheese and toe jam instead of fresh air. This was far worse than the smell earlier, and Esme wretched behind her ludicrously enormous gag. She coughed and spluttered, virtually silently, the many layers deadening any noise emmited. Clare pinched Esme's nose between every toe one at a time, making sure she took deep breathes of every toe crevice. She wiped her feet extremely slowly across Esme's face, with her nose running in the groove connecting her toes to her feet, first with the left, then the right. Clare giggled as the air from Esme's nose tickled her slightly. As a bonus, she managed to fit her little toes inside Esme's nostrils.

All good things must come to an end, Clare thought. She had had immense fun and satisfaction tormenting Esme with her feet. To her horror, she felt herself becoming aroused. Having someone suffer under her sweaty feet had turned her on. This wouldn't be too bad under normal circumstances, but she was robbing one of her student's home. There was definitely a line, and once it was crossed, there would be no going back. A rational person would have taken a time out, and left. Clare however was running on pure emotion.

Clare felt Esme's legs weren't as secure as they needed to be, so she got her normal, plain heavy duty tape, and mummified Esme's legs, except her knees, so her legs could be bent into any future bondage position deemed fit. Esme was a complete wreck. She felt violated. She knew she couldn't escape on her own, and no-one would here her. She could barely hear her own gagged pleas for mercy and cries for help. She panicked when she felt herself get picked up, and carried over the burglar's shoulder. Fuck, I'm being kidnapped! she thought.

Clare had other plans for Esme. She walked upstairs, carefully and slowly, with her extra baggage. She located the biggest bedroom, and gently put Esme down on the comfy king sized bed. Of all Esme's insults, the lack of sex ones hurt Clare the most. She looked at Esme, partially mummified, complete helpless and vulnerable. Clare was still horny and turned on. How ironic would it be, she thought, that the person that repeated called me a femcell is the one that will break that sequence...

[Trickster]

That was intense. Even made me feel just a little bad for Esme too. Nice cliff hanger ending. Can't wait for part 4!

[jalk1]

Really good so far eagerly waiting for part four

[sockgaggedsissy]

I love this story!

[RopingRingers]

Clare is one nasty narcissist isn't she lol. She's the one that needs some punishment lol