Jodi had grabbed one of her tits again and she was gabbling out the words he'd taught her like a trained parrot.
'Well done, Linda. Now, girl, what do you think you'd have had to do for us if Christine hadn't come in and spoilt things? What do the other girls tell you they have to do in here?'
'They say they have to suck your cock, Jodi.'
That got a laugh. Will and Jacko weren't looking at her though; they were staring at the teacher's face to see her response. They were both grinning from ear to ear and I wished once again I were in their place.
'Just my cock?'
Linda certainly wasn't being coy now. She was answering up loud and clear:
'No, you make them suck all your mate's cocks as well, and afterwards they get shagged by everybody.'
Jodi shook his head in mock sorrow: 'Who are these horrible girls, and why are they saying such terrible things about me?'
You know how sometimes you start laughing and you can't control it – you're sort of gasping with in growing breath? I reckon we'd all reached that stage by then and Linda was laughing along with the rest of us. The thing was, we didn't want to piss arse around and hold things up by laughing, and we wanted to hear what the teacher had to say. She certainly wasn't laughing though. Mick and I were fascinated by the way her leg muscles were flexing underneath those dark stockings as she wriggled around on top of the javelin trying to find a position – any position – which wasn't so uncomfortable as the one she was in.
I could certainly understand that because my forearms were aching with effort of holding her up on tiptoe.
Finally, at long last, we stopped chortling and carried on with mere gloating as Jodi moved one hand away from the back of the teacher's neck and gripped her earring again. He must have moved his other hand as well because she said – almost shouted: 'My name is Christine, how do you do and I'll do anything you tell me to.'
'Will you really, Mrs Dunkley? Or may I call you Christine? Now you've just heard what Linda thinks we're going to make her do. She thinks I'm going to make her suck my dick while everybody else in here watches her do it. Do you think I'd do something like that, especially with a lady like yourself here having to watch such a dirty little scene?'
'Jodi, I'm absolutely sure that she's going to do whatever you tell her to, just as I'm sure that I'm not getting off this javelin until I agree to do everything she does.'
I looked at Mick and he looked at me, and he was as surprised as I was. We could hear the strain in her voice from being straddled on top of the javelin yet otherwise Mrs Dunkley seemed pretty calm as she admitted she was ours to do with as we liked. Oh God, make this afternoon last forever.
'Well, yeah, that sounds like a reasonable offer,' Jodi said, still playing it really cool. 'Tell me, Christine, are you really saying that if
I let you off this javelin you'll suck us all off.'
'Yes. Jodi, please, I am offering to do whatever you want. Couldn't you lower me down now, please?'
'I'll tell you what we'll do. We'll lower you on to your heels and Linda and I will take your sweater off. If you behave that far perhaps we won't lift you up on your toes again. Do you want to do that?'
'Yes, Jodi, yes please.'
He laughed. 'Now that's what I like to hear. But I'm still waiting for some detail about what you'll do for us. Make it sound interesting and we'll let you down.'
'Oh God. Jodi, I'll go down on my knees for you. I'll go down on my knees in front of you with everybody watching and give you a gobble.'
My toes were curling as I was listening to this. God, but Jodi had soon put this middle-aged bitch back into her box. And everybody knew that she was going to have to do what she was promising she would.
'Well, that sounds fine. But suppose we started by stripping you to the waist and letting all the lads play with those big knockers of yours.
Would you rather do that than be left where you are?'
'Yes, Jodi, please, please, play with my tits, all of you, please.' I couldn't believe how desperate she was sounding. Either that javelin was really hurting our captured teacher or she was making a good production of sounding as if it was.
Naturally, the more desperate she sounded, the more Jodi spun things out.
'Hmm… well, I'll ask the lads about it. OK guys, is anybody interested in playing with Mrs Dunkley's big fat bristols?'
He certainly had our approval on that notion, and we all snarled in approval like a wolf pack around a trapped deer.
'OK, the motion is carried unanimously. Now, would all those who'd like to fuck Mrs Dunkley as well please lift her up to show approval in the usual manner.'
She shrieked in pain as we gave her another swift lift, wriggling on top of the javelin again as though it were an electrified fence. Maybe it was, because there was enough excitement shooting through my body alone to have put a high voltage charge into the steel shaft. Jodi tugged the teacher's earring again to make sure she was listening.
'So how about that idea, Christine? You think this might be a good time to get put on your back and give the class a practical demonstration in sex education?'
'Yes, Jodi, yes, yes! Anything you want!'
Jodi giggled: 'Does that include multiple choice answers?'
'God, yes, I'll take all of you on – all of you! But for fuck's sake let me down, please!'
It seemed that what we had on our javelin here was a teacher who'd been taught a quick and very successful lesson in learning to do what she was told. If she hadn't known much before about how to enforce discipline she'd certainly come to the right place to learn. Jodi enforced her surrender with quickly delivered demands.
'Right, lower her onto her heels. Linda, grab her sweater at the bottom.
Christine, hold up your arms or we'll hold you up again.'
The teacher let out a great shuddery sigh of relief as settled her back onto her heels. As Linda and Jodie tugged at the tight fitting sweater she instantly held her arms up over her head and kept them there as the material was rucked up until her bra strap came into view. It was as wide as my thumb, satin white, with silver metal double clips. Sexy, but not much of a consolation prize for what must be visible from the front.
Surprisingly, it was Linda who made the first comment from that viewpoint:
'My God, look at them.'
If there's ever been a more unnecessary suggestion I can't imagine where or when it was made. Will and Jacko nearly had their eyes popping out of their heads and even Jodi looked startled. Then he and Linda jerked sweater up further until it was caught up around the teacher's raised elbows and wrapped around her head.
'OK, take that javelin away. Push her up against the storage racks. Hold her there. Keep her arms up.'
We did as he said in a flurry of movement, pushing the teacher back against the racks and holding her wrists up above her head, although all you could see of it was a pile of disarranged black hair protruding from the top of the sweater. She certainly couldn't see a thing, which saved her at least one shock as Jodi pulled out his flick knife. All he wanted it for though was to cut a couple of lengths off a roll of lane marking tape.
'Put her wrists up against the supports.'
Will and Jacko stepped apart to hold Christine's wrists against the vertical shelving struts. When they did they revealed the stiff white cups of her foundation bra. My immediate thought was that they must be padded after all, because surely to God she couldn't walk around all day supporting that amount weight in front of her?
'Christ, you could carry a week's shopping home in those cups,' Mark declared, sharing my disbelief.
Not that we had much chance to admire the sights because Jodi immediately stepped in front of Christine as he tied her wrists to the struts. There was no resistance; she simply stood against the shelves as she was secured. Jodi stood back, with the rest of us crowing around him to take in the view again.
'One teacher, almost ready for lessons,' Jodi said happily.
By God, was she ever! Sweater up around her face, boobs out on the shop window, the waist band of her skirt jammed around her wide hips and the top of a white girdle just seen above it with a couple of rolls of stomach fat resting on top. Not that she didn't have a pretty good figure without even taking into account those fantastic udders. A bit overripe maybe, but what could you expect at that age. As for that pleated skirt and those boots
