June was just coming up to fifty years old and a spinster, she stood about 5’10” and around 135 lbs. She had a nice figure not that you would know because of her dowdy wardrobe. She was also quite attractive, again the large horn rimmed glasses no makeup and the sever way she wore her hair tied back did her no favors.
June Varley had been the senior maths tutor at the local college for over ten years. There was no doubting her knowledge of her subject or the ability to get those students who paid attention the grades they needed. Although she was academically respected she was not well liked by either her students or other members of staff.
Her hobbies were walking, running, gardening, and reading, social life non existent.
Her colleges thought she was standoffish aloof and a snob and that was only those that were being kind.
The senior students all who need good grades to get in university, were less diplomatic, the consensus was that she was a mean minded vindictive dried up old bitch.
June on the other hand was quite content the way she was, if she ever thought about it which was not very often she saw no reason to change anything.
She very much believed in standards, punctuality in time keeping and the return of work assignments, and gave short shift to any one not adhering to either.
Exercise books woods have to be presented in a neat and tidy way, each new bit of work on a new page with title and date in the prescribed fashion. She was totally unbending which is why she had never made head of department. Of course the students had to tolerate this childish behavior if they wanted to make their grades.
One of her favored punishments was to keep the whole class back for the errant behavior of one student. The last time she pulled this was her undoing. Totally unmoved by students claiming they had bus’s to catch or basketball practice or any other reason. She was deaf to all protests, as all ways she was unwavering in her pursuit of standards.
This was the last straw for some of the students and they had a meeting to decide how they could end the tyrannical rule of the said Miss Varley.
Once they had discarded the more radical suggestions like setting fire to her house in the middle of the night, ramming her with a car when she was out running, plus any other scheme where she would end up dead they formulated a plan.
On Saturday morning June was busying herself in the kitchen when the front door bell rang. Looking at the clock it was only 08/30 she was not expecting any one so she became a little annoyed as it would disrupt her routine. On opening the front door she was even more annoyed as there was no one there. What she didn’t know was as she made her way to the front door three of her students had come in the back door. AS she got half way down the hall on her way to the back of the house the doorbell went again.
Striding back to the front door she was now really angry, flinging the door open she was confronted with the caller standing with his back to her, this caught her off guard, before she could say anything a bag was pulled over her head, and two strong pairs of hands pulled her arms behind her back and they were secured with long cable ties, she was then dragged back inside the house. June and her four captors were now in the hall, someone said in a much disguised voice,” if you scream that will be the last thing you do.” This was only said for effect as she lived about three hundred yards back from the road and her nearest neighbor was about the same distance’s away so no one was going to hear her even had shouted out, the whole operation had taken less than ten seconds
June was then unceremoniously dragged backwards into her rear sitting room and plonked down in one of the easy chairs, she was aware of more people entering the room but did not know how many, or why they were there. Jane found the silence ominous and scary.
Even allowing for her situation June could not help herself and tried to take control, demanding to know who they were what they wanted, and they should let her go immediately as she was a very important person.
All she got for her demands was to have her nipples squeezed until she screamed out in pain. Not convinced she made all sorts of other demands and threats for which she received the same treatment again, she was told to shut the fuck up. Frightened humiliated and in pain she started to cry.
As she sat there in the chair one of her captors started to cut her skirt away with a pair of scissors at the same time as rubbing the inside of her right thigh. June stated to scream a kick out with her legs desperate to protect her modesty. For which she got some more of the nipple treatment and the same disguised voice asked, “How much pain can you take lady?” She stopped kicking and sobbed quietly.
At the same time as her skirt was being cut away she was aware that her blouse was getting the same treatment, soon she was sitting there in just her bra pants and stockings feeling very vulnerable. For the first time she heard voices that she thought she recognized but wasn’t sure. [read more](https://realsexstoriesx.blogspot.com/2018/05/a-class-action-bully-of-teacher-has-to.html)
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