Silke stood in front of the class and recited the foreign language essay. Frau Meyer listened to her and became more and more dissatisfied. In the end, she yelled at Silke, “Shut Up! That is enough!”
Silke stopped short and looked at Frau Meyer. This teacher was a real bitch. Insulting or humiliating her students was normal for her. Everyone in the class hated her, both boys and girls, but she found fault with the girls more often than the boys. Usually, she only criticized their appearance or intelligence. Frau Meyer hated it when they dressed sexy, wore too much makeup, or had modern hairstyles. If she heard them talking about boys during breaks it would really get her angry.
Maybe she saw younger girls as rivals for the male student’s attention. Frau Meyer had a beautiful figure and always dressed to show it off. Short skirts and tight blouses that fit her large boobs. And makeup, of course. She attracted the attention of male students and teachers alike. That didn’t stop her from getting mad.
“I give you a B Silke,” the teacher told her.
Silke objected loudly, “I translated everything correctly, didn’t I?”
That just made Frau Meyer angrier, “You were incoherent and, if you continue to be sarcastic, I’ll give you a C.”
“Frau,” one of the girls in the class interrupted. Sharon was one of Silke’s closest friends. “This is wrong. Silke really did say everything without mistakes, so why a C?”
Meyer looked at her coldly and began in a cold tone, “Sharon, so you’re going to argue with your teacher again? You wanted a F in behavior?”
Sharon immediately lowered her gaze. In addition to Meyer’s snake-like character, there was their upcoming school trip. Normally, everyone would get automatic grades, and the teacher, because of her influence at school, could block anyone in her class going on the trip. And as if reading the students’ thoughts, Meyer said, “Don’t forget that we are going on a school trip soon. Some people may not go, you never know.” She smiled maliciously. Although her relationship with the class was getting worse and worse, the faculty understood that if they tried to stop Frau Bitch they would pay a high price.
During the break, Silke, Sharon and a few other girls from class discussed this situation. “Everything is fine Silke,” said Sharon.
“I don’t care about the C, the main thing is that there’s a trip coming up,” another girl confirmed correctly.
“But we all missed one thing,” Sharon suddenly said.
“So, what did we miss,” the friends asked almost in chorus? “Meyer is going with us so we will have to tolerate her the whole way.”
Here the opinions were divided. Someone said, “We will tolerate it.” “We are not the first,” and another said, “It will be a real nightmare.” In general, they did not come to any consensus.
And then the day of the trip finally came and the whole class got on the tour bus and left campus. Their first stop was a beautiful valley retreat with a great view of the mountains. A day passed and it seemed that everything was fine. The weather was warm and clear. Everyone enjoyed the hillside cabins, slept well, and was in a good mood, even Frau Meyer became calmer and was seen to smile once or twice.
Silke suggested a group selfie with the mountain in the background at the table where her friends were sitting. And then Murphy’s law began work. One of the girls knocked over a bottle of water while turning toward the camera and it fell, splashing Meyer sitting on the deck below them. She was not so much splashed as doused with water. She immediately looked up through the cracks between boards. The girls realized in terror that she had seen them.
“Oh, you disgusting little rats,” she screamed at the girls in front of everyone!
“We’re sorry Frau,” Sharon squealed pitifully. The whole class felt terrible now.
“And you just shut up! You misbehave in class and now you’ve poured water on me!” Meyer continued screaming, “Now listen to me, dear students. You won’t get easy grades on this trip. I’m giving you all F’s!”
Everyone gasped in horror.
“I knew she was a bitch, but this is too much,” Sharon said. “And now what? We’ll get low marks for some accident. As soon as this bitch comes, she will immediately tell everything to her friend the headmistress.
“What if I make her keep quiet,” Silke suggested to skeptical faces? “You don’t think I can do that to her, are you kidding me? Girls, I have an idea, let’s get to work.”
In the evening, Meyer sat in her separate hotel room and watched the flickering fireplace. She had already raised the issue at school that she was being housed separately, and the class could be on top of each other, it did not bother her at all. She was wearing a dark green dress, the length of which was above the knees, but when sitting it was lifted higher. Crossing her legs in red high-heeled shoes, she sat in a chair and thought. It was freezing in the room, this fireplace was not warming anything, and she should also be responsible for this herd, how dare gorukle escort these primates object to me? The woman always considered herself an elite, and her friendship with the headmistress only spurred her convictions.
There was a knock on the door. “Come in,” she said. The door opened. Selke, Sharon and Aska were standing on the threshold.
“What do you want,” the teacher asked them in an extremely displeased tone?
“Frau,” said Sharon. “We ask for everyone’s forgiveness and admit our guilt. Moreover, all our squabbles with you were because we always envied that you can always maintain leader status in your classroom.”
Meyer could not believe her ears. “Well, girls, I am glad that you understand your place,” she said arrogantly.
Sharon continued, “Now we invite you to our cabin for a pleasant pastime.”
Frau Meyer thought about refusing, then decided that it might be it was warmer in their room and agreed.
The whole group of girls were sitting at one table, drinking mulled wine. “And tell me, Frau Meyer,” asked Marina a slender girl with red hair,” can we count on your accepting our apology?
Meyer sighed as if considering her response. “I can offer you the chance to snitch on your friends. It is a useful deal and you deserve something from me.” The wine was relaxing her.
“Tell on our friends?” Silke poked Sharon and she stopped short. She apparently forgot that everything was for the sake of talking down Meyer.
Silke changed the subject quickly, “Well girls? Anyone for dancing?”
A choruses broke the tension, “Yeeeess!”
Everyone who was there was dancing, wiggling their hips and showing off their feminine moves. Looking at the dancing Meyer, Silke whispered to Sharon that it was time. Sharon danced her way out of the room to get something. Silke was quite good at mechanics and electronics, and during the day she made a motorized fishing reel that ran on batteries and was operated from a TV remote control. Sharon brought back a round cosmetics bag, a hairpin and ribbons which also concealed the reel.
Meyer continued dancing and wiggling then bends slightly, showing many in the room her tightly folded breasts in a thin black bra and the nipples which protruded through her tight dress. The girls watching her guessed Meyers breasts were about a size D. None of the girls could match their teacher just yet, but they had hope. The girls behind her got the real surprise! Their teacher wore a tiny black lace thong!
Sharon came up to Silke with the makeup bag and discreetly handed her the fishing reel. Silke took a line from the reel with a bent paperclip tied on the end. Silke danced gracefully, approaching the unsuspecting Meyer from behind. Sharon pulled a loose thread from the hem of her teacher’s dress and quickly wrapped it around the bent paperclip. Frau Meyer had drunk just enough wine to not notice anything odd.
There was a sudden knock at the door of their room. Aska opened it and found a maid standing on the threshold.
The maid explained her visit, “We’ve had complaints from other guests about the noise. I know you are all having fun, but I must ask you to keep the noise down.”
“Of course, I’m sorry,” said Aska.
“Girls, see you tomorrow since we’ve been asked to keep it quiet,” said Meyer. “I am going back to my room, goodnight.”
Meyer and opened the door to leave as Silke immediately turned on the reel and the paperclip flew back with the tread in tow. The teacher started walking to the overhead corridor leading to her building and, as the girls had hoped, the stretched thread began to unravel at the hem of Meyer’s dress. Silke just prayed no one would notice as her teacher’s legs were rapidly being revealed. Though none of them expected the whole dress to unravel, her tops of her stockings became visible.
Two guys from another room passed by Meyer looking closely at her legs. One said, “Nice legs, lady.”
Meyer was flattered by this, but they were just two young men and probably fresh from drinking at the resort’s bar. Her dress was not so short they could appreciate her legs that much, but she was not interested in dealing with drunk men in a risky hotel situation.
Having reached the door to her room it seemed unusually cold. “Damn,” she thought,” why is there such a draft blowing on my butt?” And then Meyer, as if feeling something wrong, looked down. Through the wine haze, instead of the dress’s skirt, she saw her black lace panties and matching thigh-high stockings. The pocket of the dress where her room key should have been was gone.
“Oh,” she said in horror!” Glancing back, she saw a thread coming from under her belt. “What the hell is this,” she asked in shock?
Shifting down on her knees she grabbed the thread and pulled it towards herself in the hope of breaking it, but the polyester material was strong. Meyer’s flat tummy was already visible and her belly button was already slightly visible from under the fabric.
She was so distracted she didn’t bursa eskort bayan notice that same maid from earlier rushing down the hall with a hotel robe over her arm. “Ma’am! You can’t dress like that in the halls. Please put this on immediately,” she said while handing Meyer the robe. “You were at that wild party the next building over. I thought I recognized you. If I’d known you girls were having that sort of fun I might have joined you.”
“No, you bitch,” Meyer screamed. “They played a trick on me,” she indicated the thread stretching back towards the other building. She was hysterical and was cursing loudly. Several guests, including other teachers, stuck their heads out their doors looking for the commotion.
Realizing that she couldn’t tear the thread and was wearing less and less by the second, she ran back to the girls’ room closely followed by the maid with the robe in hand. As she ran, she felt the chill getting higher, and then she ran up and pressed herself tightly against the door, knocking with all her might. Frau Meyer felt the chill running through her whole body as she realized she was wearing only the thin bra, thong panties, lace stocking and high-heel shoes. In her head there was only one thought, at least no one saw her without clothes. She just pressed herself against the door and not knowing what else to do.
The sound of the elevator was heard, Meyer tensed up, and to her misfortune the elevator was going to this floor. She began to think faster about what she could do to avoid being seen. And then she saw something she needed, it was the second elevator, and she quickly ran to it. Having pressed “call”, the door opened, parallel to the opposite elevator, and as she came out of that one, Meyer entered the other one, smashing the close door button. No one leaving the other elevator even noticed her. She pressed the button for the floor below, thinking that if there is no noise there, then there are no people either.
Meyer came out of the opened elevator doors, it seemed like there was no one, and what next? It was then she noticed the maid was missing and so was the robe the woman had repeatedly offered her. Her one chance at saving her dignity and she’d ignored both the maid and robe.
She looked around for a new escape route spotting the utility room door open and a maid came out with a cleaning cart. “This is my chance,” the teacher thought and hunched over walking most carefully so the noise from her heels was muffled by the carpet.
“Hello again,” she said to the maid. “I had a prank played on me and, in general, I lost my clothes.” Meyer didn’t even know what to say that made more sense.
“You must be the crazy woman who escaped the pussy party on my sister’s floor.” The maid was well informed. “I’m guessing you need something to wear besides that stripper outfit,” the maid asked calmly?
“Yes, exactly,” Meyer answered with a tense smile while trying to cover all her naughty bits with only two hands. She tried to assess the stupidity of the maid’s question and almost giggled past her anger at the situation. “I bet this happens all the time, eh?”
The maid gave her an annoyed glare, “not really. Come with me and I’ll give you a maid’s uniform. It’s better than nothing,” the maid looked Meyer up and down appraisingly then smiled while licking her lips. “At least it’s better that what little you’re wearing now.”
“That’s all I need,” Meyer thought with some small relief. “First those nasty girl students, then two drunk guys, and now a pair of lezzie maids making googly eyes at my half naked body.”
Nevertheless, Meyer followed her to the utility room and entered at the wave of the maid’s hand. The maid paused holding up her hand for silence as she pressed a button on her walkie-talkie. “Brea to Maddie.”
“Go ahead Brea, came the response.
“I have your lost guest here on two. I’ll get her outfitted and send her back your way in a few. Oh, and you were right about her description. Over.” The maid, apparently named Brea, replied.
“Take your time Brea. I’ve got things handled up here. Over and out,” closed Maddie, the other sister maid.
While they talked on the radio, Meyer looked around the dimly lit room and was a little surprised that it was so spacious for a storeroom. She also noticed the vague outline of curtains against the darkness. “On the other hand,” she thought, “they must have converted an extra room into a utility closet.”
It was difficult to tell how large the room was given how little light came through the curtains. Brea made no move to turn on the room lights.
Brea read her mind. “This is where the resort’s restaurant and nightclub were during the busy skiing season and these curtains are part of its stage. They just decided to leave them during the off season several years ago and haven’t taken them down yet.” They walked side by side, right through those very curtains leaving Meyer enveloped in darkness while the maid had disappeared off somewhere.
And then the elden ödeme alan escort light came on, she seemed to be paralyzed in place, and a second later she realized that she was standing on the stage. And now, ladies and gentlemen, you will be given a striptease by the hot teacher Frau Meyer. Hearing this, the poor teacher’s eyes bulged out and her jaw dropped. She was standing in her underwear in front of a full nightclub and her class was there too!
The whole room immediately started whistling at her, there were shouts of “Hey, I’m hot for teacher” and “I’m teacher’s pet.” A projection screen rolled down behind the stunned Meyer which, just as she started to speak, played the 80’s Van Halen music video “I’m hot for teacher.” Meyer was about to say that it was a mistake and she was not a stripper before the music and applause drowned her out.
The teacher decided to head backwards towards the curtains and leave the room the way she’d entered, but it was not to be. Silke and the two maids, Brea and Maddie now obviously twins, came out on stage in matching string bikinis. Silke brought a pair of scissors which, at a nod from one of the maids, she used to cut the back of Meyer’s bra straps. Meyer’s bra immediately exploded into the audience like a giant bat hunting its prey and her huge boobs rolled out in front of the whole room.
Frau Meyer immediately started screaming, in the same split second she felt her thong get wet despite her fears. The white lights in the hall started strobing, the audience grabbed their phone cameras and started taking pictures of her. There were also shouts from the crowd, “What boobs you have my girl, come let the wolves touch you!”
Meyer, with the maids’ insistent help, shook them and pinched her nipples. This was also accompanied by loud laughter and applause, Meyer, trembling and embarrassed beyond belief, pushed the maids’ hands away from her breasts and covered them with her hands. She tried to turn side on to the crowd but continued to be subjected to the public humiliation of touching hands and sometimes tongues.
The song finally ended and the screen went dark. Both maids and Silke disappeared. She thought her panties would finally start to dry and she could leave the school in quiet disgrace. Meyer’s face and neck had been flush with embarrassment since she first discovered her near nudity at her room’s door. But now, as the 1958 Doris Day song “Teacher’s Pet” started on the screen behind her and the two supposedly drunk guys, who had commented on her legs on the third-floor corridor, walked onstage with their muscle builder bodies wearing tiny but bulgy Speedo’s from each side of the stage.
Women’s hoots and howls sounded from the audience mirroring her freshly found inner lust. Her cheeks blushed as though she had been hit by a red spotlight. Her thong continued to get wetter no matter what her mind’s demands.
“Please don’t do this,” she begged them while shaking with shame and embarrassment.
Frau Meyer finally realized with horror that her methods of treatment had repressions and not just in the classroom. A horrible and justified result. She was a small, frightened creature nude but for stockings, panties and shoes. She’d thought she was a tender flower in an elite world that now begged in a whining voice while everyone was laughing at her. The hall was laughing wildly looking at the half-naked Meyer.
Sharon moved quietly up behind her as Silke directed. She carried the scissors used earlier on Meyer’s bra. The clicks of cameras resumed as Sharon reached for Meyer’s thong. At the very moment of the thong cutting, Meyer let go of her breasts and they appeared. She’d finally found the freedom of controlling her humiliation and turning it into fresh strength. She became aggressive again and acknowledged her wet panties with all they meant.
“Please stop,” she said again. No whining or crying now. The humiliated and disgraced Meyer was finally free. Silke used the scissors as she noticed the change in her teacher’s attitude changed and the tong disappeared in the audience.
“What a great disappearing trick,” Silke blurted out. The audience started laughing again.
Meyer bowed and gestured at the others still onstage. “Thank you, thank you all for your participation. This theatrical performance was brought to you by the (school name censored) theatrical club.” She bowed again, this time with the others following her example though obviously confused. “Will the following people please return to my room for the after show party: Silke, Aska, Sharon, Brea and Maddie of course, and…” She looked around for the two hunky guys who were still onstage, “There you are. I don’t remember your names but you must come too.” She gave them a lusty smile.
Meyer grinned big as several police officers entered the theater. “Everyone else in our audience, please come again next year for a new show and some new actresses. Thank you for attending our performance. Please leave your comments and suggestions in the lobby suggestion box.”
Frau Meyer gestured the Police to the edge of the stage. “I’m sorry, but you missed the performance. Is there anything else we can do for you?” She turned towards the others still standing around her, “Go on upstairs. I’ll be up to the party soon.” The others quietly left through the curtains.