A Teacher's Torture
by Owen

Note: This story contains elements of fart fetishism, female domination, and other sexually explicit themes. In addition to the above, this work is entirely fictional. Any relation to real people, places, or things is wholly coincidental.

Luke was your average eighteen year old hi High school student. He enjoyed playing video games, watching porn, going for joy-rides, and cracking edgy jokes among his circle of friends. Today was prom night and he was ready to go out and have a good time. Or so he thought…

At nine o’clock he slipped out the front door of the middle-class suburban household he had known his entire life and in a few months would forget. He made his way towards his beat-up car, put the key in the ignition, and vanished into the night. Snaking down several,small, streets he finallyco arrived at the high school. The place was lit up like a Christmas tree at this time of night.

Wandering through the side door, Luke quickly spotted and met with his group of friends. The small group of three people of which was comprised of Luke, his friend Ethan, and Ethan’s friend named Zach. Although they all joined together to bask in the nerdy world of online RPG games, tonight was different. Tonight, everyone, regardless of whether they were a nerd, loser, or jocks was equal. Nobody was anything more than random soul in a sea of people.

After around an hour most people had left and the group excitement was beginning to dwindle down as each departing person reduced the collective warmth more and more. It was at this point that the trio wandered aimlessly into the far reaches of the building that just moments ago would’ve seemed off-limits. It was there they encountered Ms. Taylor.

Ms. Taylor was a 40-something woman who was an Assistant Principal at the school. She had short blonde hair and an hourglass figure. Her face was covered in light-tan freckles, featured small blue eyes, and thin blonde eyebrows. Her lips were cherry red. Tonight she had on a pair of light-blue jeggings, black high heels, a sparkly belt, and a green shirt. She sat in the corner, her eyes drifting off into space.

Luke, tired and not in the best state of mind, approached her. He wanted to say something kind, but decided instead to crack gay joke. The joke, albeit insulting, had the whole squad laughing. After five or so minutes, Luke said goodbye to his friends and stood alone in the desolate southwestern corner of his school. About to leave, he suddenly heard his name being called.

“Luke, come here. I have something very important to discuss with you young man”, said Ms. Taylor from behind him. Blushing, Luke asked her she had to talk about. He was starting to feel embarrassed after having insulted her only a quarter hour earlier. “What do you want Ms. Taylor?” He asked of her. “Come on Luke and I’ll show you”, she responded with rich southern accent.

She led him up to the second floor counselor's office, unlocked the door with her keys, and motioned him inside. Luke followed her as he struggled to ignore the keys jangle side to side in step with her bodacious booty. “So Luke, have a seat. Let me have your phone if you don’t mind”, she commanded of him. Luke had much to his misfortune forgotten his phone in the frenzy to the front door. “I’m sorry ma’am but I don’t have my phone. I can drive back and go get it for you”, Luke explained to her.

“Oh, no, that is OK! Don’t think of going anywhere sweetie since I’ve still got something me and you have to address”, she cheerfully remarked. At this point, Luke eyed with suspicion as the smile on Ms. Taylor’s face widened and widened. It might have been wholesome if it were not 10:25 inside an oasis of light surrounded by a desert of darkness. Sensing something was wrong, Luke attempted to leave.

“Oh no you fucking don’t!” Yelled Ms. Taylor in a volume just loud enough for Luke to hear her rage, and just quiet enough for nobody else to hear. She got up, turned to the door, slammed it shut, and then locked it. Now giggling she mused rhetorically, “Do you know why you are here?” She followed up her comment with the comment, “Of course you don’t loser! You’re just another brain-dead screenager.”

Elated that her unsuspecting victim was frozen with fear, Ms. Taylor resumed her rant, “You are here because you are a homophobe.” Before Luke could even muster a sentence protesting her label, she continued, “I bet you didn’t know I’m a lesbian. In fact, most people don’t. It is probably why I still have a job teaching in this backwards-ass town.” She went on to say, “Yet, just because I enjoy the comfort of remaining in the closet does not mean I will let people walk all over me.”

“It is time I blew some sense into your noggin. And I have just the way to do it.” She began articulating. “Now, you are going to sit there and I, now I’m going to get up on this desk and blast some raunchy air-biscuits into your face.” She told Luke, now chuckling at his misery. “And please don’t ever call them farts. You seem to be well mannered enough to know that us ladies don’t do that, call them air-biscuits, booty burps/kisses, or toots”.

Luke was horrified, the day he had looked forward to since the first day of school as a freshman was now going to be clouded with the gas ripping from Ms. Taylor’s jegging-clad-booty. “Wait! Isn’t this corporal punishment or at least sexual harassment/abuse”, he pleaded to his tormentor. Ms. Taylor replied with a ready-made remark, “No. I’m not laying my hands on you so it doesn’t count as corporal punishment, and as gross as it is we are all dressed here so there ain’t anything sexual bout’ this. I won’t leave out the fact that you will get bullied relentlessly as a, ‘toot smeller’, if word of this gets out. I’d suggest you shut the fuck up and relax because there isn’t a damn thing you can do.”

Still feeling uneasy, Luke decided that for his own sake it was in his best interests to comply with Ms. Taylor’s every demand. Staring at her bum, Luke wondered how someone could be comfortable in such tight clothes. His investigation was interrupted by a gurgle of reality as he heard Ms. Taylor’s stomach rumble.

“Flip that sand timer on my desk will you please honey. I don’t want to lose track of time while I torture you.” Hollered Ms. Taylor to Luke. He complied, as in his mind, the more well-behaved he was the shorter his torture would be.

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“Sniff it all up! It is the only fresh air you’re gonna get for the hour you are trapped in here with me. It might stink, but I think my toots are actually pretty refreshing. Also, if you try to avoid my booty blasts or refuse to sniff, I’ll hold you for another hour.” She announced as she began to slap her tummy in an effort to get any gas out.

Luke begrudgingly obliged. Afraid she wouldn’t hear him and he’d have to stay longer, he sniffed madly. So loud in fact that he might as well been hyperventilating. He was rewarded for his efforts with a thick-pungent aroma that burned with each sniff he had took. Although he repulsed by it, he was pretty sure that it was formed by a bean burrito his AP had ate earlier that day for lunch. Unfortunately, the stink was too much and he ended up coughing briefly.

In the absence of other sounds or booty blasts, Ms. Taylor was well aware that he was coughing. She was not happy, she wanted Luke to sniff each of her toots with a straight face. Just like how he had insulted her.

“Sorry sweetie, but DO NOT THINK I CAN’T HEAR YOU GAGGING!!! I’m letting you know now that we’ll be together for another hour. I don’t to know that you dislike my gas in anyway. I have no problem with holding you until you go to school.” She bickered with rage. “Anyhow, here’s a do-over for you.”

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“Whooh! There’s one for ya! Don’t get comfortable yet because I can feel another one just begging me to let loose.” Informed Ms. Taylor to her fart vacuum.

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“Ah fuck. Sweet Relief! Now, remember what I told you earlier about being a pussy and fucking up.” She reminded Luke.

Luke listened to her and each blast of gas she hit him with. He sniffed as hard as before. Yet, this time he tried his hardest to resist the urge to gag. If he was smell somebody’s gas, he might as well do a good job. Since Ms. Taylor was right, he didn’t have a damn choice at all and there was no chance of escape without enduring his punishment.

“Those were some good fucking booty burps and you aren’t doing a half-assed job since I told you of our new-found extra hour together. However, it seems I don’t have anymore to push out at the moment”, explained Ms. Taylor. “Don’t worry though, I’ll shake em’ out! Shake em’ out! You are going to help me by being ready when have more gas.” She proclaimed.

Ms. Taylor instructed Luke to sit on a small wood chair. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but he was at least relieved that for a moment he wouldn’t have to sniff any more of Ms. Taylor’s toots.

“Good. Excellent job! Now you just sit there, and Missy Taylor is going to do some squats. While I do these squats, I’ll be pushing out some fresh air for you to breathe. Each time I toot, you’ll be doing the same thing you did before.” She finally told Luke.

Luke watched at she took the keys off her belt loop and placed them on the table. She returned to face him, turned around and began to do squats. He watched as the outline of her bubble butt asscheeks became visible each time she lowered down.

“Now I want you to count for me each time I squat and each time I float you an air-biscuit. I’ll be counting too, so don’t lose track.” Ms. Taylor informed her helpless victim.

After the 5th squat, Ms. Taylor could feel an absolutely enormous gas bubble in her tummy. She squeezed her booty as she went down. She then pushed and pushed, and then a toot came out. She was proud, “This time he won’t be able to prepare in advance”, she tought.

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The noxious, deadly, fumes forced themselves through Ms. Taylor’s tight jeggings and shot straight into her vacuum’s nose. Luke was caught off guard, but still sifted through the scent, determined to not mess up.

“Hot diggity! That was a real stinker. How you feeling, you disgusting fart-sucking pervert! Also how many squats and how many toots?” Asked Ms. Taylor who was actually curious.

“I’m surprisingly fine, Ms. Taylor. As of now I’ve counted five squats and one toot”, Luke responded with a monotone voice.

“Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner, five squats and one toot.”, she replied, happy that her slave was being obedient.

“Your prize is one all-natural air-biscuit from Missy Taylor!” She told him.

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Luke was drifting away in the cloud of gas in front of himself. He was sniffing loudly, but was interrupted. “It’s been two hours, you’re free to go.”

The end.