“High School Teachers Get Blackmailed” Part 1
Cole sat at the desk and peered out the large windows on one side of the classroom. He had been in detention for hours already. The other delinquents had already been released but Cole had to serve extra time today. He sat alone with only the school principal seated at the desk up front to make sure Cole stayed for the whole detention. Principal Smith typed on his work laptop; his keystrokes were the only noise in the near empty room.
This had been the last day of school. And here Cole was sitting in detention alone with Principal Smith, who probably didn’t care for Cole because he was always getting in trouble and making life hard on teachers. Students and teachers both hated having him in class. And Cole didn’t like them either. He had always felt like an outcast. And it didn’t help his confidence with girls that he had a huge thing for feet and tickling. Cole never dreamt of trying to bring that up to a girl.
Then Principal Smith finally gave Cole permission to leave. He didn’t even wish him good luck in the real world. Normally detention was supervised by a regular staff teacher. They rotated through who had to stay and watch over the bad kids of the school. But since today was the last day of school, all of the teachers had been busy packing up their classrooms and tidying them for the summer. Principal Smith had volunteered to take detention duty today to be polite. But by now most of the teachers were gone, eager to start their summer vacations.
Cole wasn’t in a hurry to face the real world now that he was 18 and done with school. He meandered through the empty hallways as he walked toward the side of school where his car was parked. He passed dark, empty classrooms on his way. Then Cole saw a classroom with an open door and the light still on. One of the teachers must still be here packing up their personal belongings before taking off to enjoy their summer vacation. As Cole walked closer, he could hear conversation and laughter coming from the room. He cautiously approached the doorway, not wanting to be heard or seen because he didn’t care to talk to anyone at this school again. As he got within a few feet of the doorway but still out of sight, he recognized several of the teachers talking and joking inside. It was Mrs. Davis’ classroom. He heard her talking with some other teacher friends. They were gossiping about students and staff members and relishing in being done with another year.
“They sound almost...drunk,” Cole thought as he listened in on their slightly slurred conversation. The women were discussing which male staff members were attractive and which students they hated. All inappropriate talking points but they probably felt a sense of security being the only teachers left in the school this evening. Cole decided to step forward and let himself be seen. Just to see their reactions and shock when they realized he was there listening. Cole enjoyed bothering other people, especially teachers.
Mrs. Davis was indeed in her classroom still. And a few other teachers that always hung out together were in there as well. Jessica Davis had been Cole’s English teacher last year and they had never gotten along. She was 30 years old, about 5’ 6” tall, and had long, bright blonde hair that she woke up early every morning to curl and perfect. Mrs. Davis was always put together. And even when she went for the “just rolled out of bed, grabbed coffee, and barely made it on time” messy look, her outfits and hair still seemed staged somewhat. Like her messy bun was crafted and teased so that it came off looking cute rather than sloppy. It was that sort of thing and just the way she was overly polite and cheerful with others that gave the impression of sickeningly sweet insincerity. And with her lean, toned body, twinkling blue eyes, and her assertive, cheery personality, she was always quite popular amongst students and staff. In fact, Mrs. Davis was an assistant coach to the varsity cheerleading squad in her spare time after class. But Cole saw through that. He knew she was not as bubbly and caring as she appeared on the surface, but at least she had been easy on the eyes while he was in class.
Cole had seen her in sandals a few times and her feet looked just as immaculate as the rest of her. He thought her personality would get old after a while but her husband was a lucky man if he could tolerate her. Mrs. Davis was a ten as far as high school teachers go. Cole wondered if Mr. Davis appreciated those feet of hers as much as Cole did when catching glimpses of them in the hallway during the passing periods. And he definitely wondered if Mrs. Davis was ticklish. He had fantasized dozens of times about wiggling his fingers on the bottoms of her feet and finding out. Maybe even as payback for hounding him all year about his assignments. Today her feet were covered though. Mrs. Davis had come to school wearing a tight t-shirt, teal leggings, and light pink tennis shoes.
Also in the classroom was Joy Anderson, his current 12th grade English teacher and also Mrs. Davis’ best coworker friend at the school. Mrs. Anderson was tall at 5’9”, was 36 years old, and had short, brown hair. She always kept her hair in a short bob style, which went well with her bright smile and small, brown eyes. Mrs. Anderson had a genuine niceness about her and exuded more of a kindergarten teacher warmth rather than a 12th grade teacher demeanor. Cole actually really enjoyed Mrs. Anderson for that reason, just not enough to put forth effort in her class though. Mrs. Anderson was very lean from running frequently. She helped coach the girls cross country team when they were in season. Cole didn’t know what Mrs. Anderson’s feet looked like, but they seemed big from the size of her shoes. She always wore slip ons without socks, which she wore today. Mrs. Anderson had on her trendy camouflage slip ons, denim capris, and a school t-shirt. It seemed like everyone was dressing casual for the last day of classes.
There was also Erica Baker, Cole’s science teacher when he had been a freshman and she also was the head coach for the varsity volleyball team. Ms. Baker was 34 years old, had long dirty blonde hair that was always pulled back in a ponytail, and had small, soft facial features with comforting blue eyes. There was nothing too striking about her by itself but taken as a whole, Ms. Baker just seemed pretty. Not a stunner, but cute like a girl next door type. She was short around 5’ 4” and had a thicker figure. Ms. Baker wasn’t fat, she just was more full figured than teachers like Mrs. Davis or Mrs. Anderson, who were naturally lean. Ms. Baker had always been curvy but had recently gone through a divorce, which caused her to put on some extra weight.
A couple months ago, Cole happened to be walking by her classroom door when she came out and turned to walk down the hall in front of him. Ms. Baker was holding a stack of papers and fumbled her pen. When she bent down to pick it up, Cole just so happened to get a great view of her wide, full bottom and thick thighs filling out her jeans to the max as she bent over. Cole hasn’t been trying to peak at her, it just worked out where the curvature of her butt was on display briefly to him. He still cherished the visual to this day. Cole had only seen Ms. Baker’s feet once when she wore sandals one day. It wasn’t much but he remembered the time he got to witness them, they were so attractive. Small but shapely and well taken care of. She always wore tennis shoes or slip ons but Cole couldn’t figure out why with such cute feet. Today it was Converse tennis shoes, tight skinny jeans with the bottom cuffs rolled, and a school t-shirt.
Also present was Heather Young, Cole’s 28 year old math teacher that he didn’t care for. In his opinion, Ms. Young was a bitch. She was friendly with other teachers but had a colder demeanor when she taught. And she disliked students like Cole especially. Ms. Young was about 5’ 7” with milky white skin, light green eyes, and a heavier build compared to the other teachers. She was probably closer to the plus size models one would see in fashion magazines, chubby but not majorly overweight. Ms. Young had blonde hair that she routinely colored to make it even brighter. Her eyebrows were a darker shade, which Cole assumed was closer to her natural hair color. Ms. Young always wore her hair pulled back in a tight bun or ponytail. Cole always thought she wore her hair that way every day because she was wound a little tight. Typical math teacher type, not much creativity. She wore dark-rimmed glasses and had a long face with unassuming makeup and features. And Cole knew for a fact that Ms. Young was a bit of a nerd aside from being a math teacher. She had a large collection of Star Wars and Harry Potter memorabilia around her classroom. Today she had on a purple blouse with a black tank top underneath to cover her cleavage, dark blue jeans, and black flats. Ms. Young was another teacher whose feet Cole had never seen. But he often imagined of trapping them and tickling the crap out of his bitchy math teacher.
Lastly, there was Danielle Parker. She was the art teacher for junior and senior students and Cole always had a bit of a crush on her. Ms. Parker was only 25 and had a very alternative hipster look to her that appealed to Cole more than say a typical cookie cutter high school girl would. Ms. Parker was 5’ 8”, wore dark-rimmed glasses, and had a skinny build. She had vibrant, dark red hair that had been highlighted to add some lighter streaks to it. Ms. Parker sported a small nose stud and had multiple piercings in both ears. Her porcelain skin was dotted with subtle freckles around her nose and high cheekbones. Ms. Parker had sharp features and pouty lips that formed the most intriguing smirk when she was amused by something. Cole had always looked forward to Ms. Parker’s class because she never bothered him, she just let him do his own thing.
Today she had on a green button up blouse with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows, black skinny jeans, and black flats. Ms. Parker wore her black flats a lot. In fact, Cole couldn’t remember a time he had seen her wear any footwear that was revealing. Just wasn’t her style he supposed. Cole couldn’t help but wonder how prominent the foot imprints inside those shoes must be. It made him hard just to daydream about it while he was in her class. Although Cole had never gotten a great view of her feet, one time in class he did have the great fortune to be walking past the supply cabinets in her classroom when she knelt down to grab some extra paper from one of the lower shelves. Ms. Parker’s flats pulled away from her feet as she crouched down. Even though it was brief, Cole still had an excellent memory of seeing Ms. Parker’s perfectly pink, smooth heels and her long, pale arches as he walked around behind her. He did a double take because he wasn’t expecting it but as soon as he realized what he was seeing, the moment was gone and Ms. Parker was standing back up.
The five teachers were standing around Mrs. Davis’ half-packed desk. On her desk were two bottles of wine. The teachers looked shocked and guilty as they sat their cups down on the desk, trying to play off the fact that they were drinking in the classroom against school policy. In fact, there was a strict no-tolerance policy for students or staff possessing or consuming alcohol on school property. Cole knew that he had them in a very compromising position now. If the school administration found out about this, all of the teachers could lose their jobs without severance.
Mrs. Davis: “C..C..Cole...Um...I thought all students were released already. What are you doing still hanging around here? Don’t you have some buddies you want to meet up with or something? You know...celebrate being done with high school?”
Mrs. Davis was desperately trying to make friendly conversation to distract Cole as she went to move the bottles. Cole saw how she was positioning her body in front of them so he couldn’t see them. The tension in the air was palpable. But if he was going to use this situation against these teachers, he had to act quick. No doubt they would try to cover up the evidence and deny the whole thing. And Cole knew that a student with a reputation like his would not be taken seriously without proof. Whatever he wanted to extort from them, it had to be now or never. And then Cole had a brilliant idea.
Cole replied back, “What were those bottles? The ones on the desk behind you, Mrs. Davis? I thought drinking in school was like a pretty serious offense.” Most of the teachers blushed bright red with embarrassment and guilt at being called out. They hadn’t hidden it from him in time. Now their very jobs were in question.
Mrs. Anderson: “Cole, we were just packing up our rooms and having girl talk since we’re all friends. It’s really nothing.”
Cole: “Really? Because it kinda seems like you’re all drinking. You sound like you’ve been drinking. Maybe I need to go get Principal Smith. He probably hasn’t left yet. Maybe he would want to know about some of his teachers drinking in his school.”
Now the women really tensed up. Their livelihoods were on the chopping block. And all because this little shit, delinquent student happened to be strolling past this particular classroom at the wrong time. Each of the teachers was thinking about getting fired and the scandal people would make it out to be. How would they pay their bills if they were fired? What would their families think about them?
Ms. Parker: “Cole...there’s no need to do that. Come on, you’ve always been mature for your age. You can be adult about this. Look, you’re about to leave this school. You’ll graduate and move on. You don’t really want to make things difficult for us, do you?”
Cole: “I’m just very concerned about the faculty here making terribly irresponsible decisions and drinking alcohol in a school environment.”
Danielle Parker looked as though Cole had just popped her balloon. Clearly she had misjudged how much weight her “cool teacher” vibe carried with Cole. Joy Anderson looked as though she could burst into tears at any moment. She had been a teacher at this school for 13 years and loved it. Now she might get fired. Erica Baker looked down at the ground in shame. She too had a very sad look about her face. Heather Young was turning pink she was so angry with Cole. She had always hated having him in class and this was a perfect illustration as to why.
Jessica Davis looked as though she was starting to get flustered as well. She took a deep breath and said as calmly as she could, “Okay, let’s stop acting coy with each other, Cole. Look...you’re an adult now. We’re all adults here. So let’s figure this out and put it behind us. Okay yeah, we did have a few drinks in here because we thought the school would be mostly empty. You’re right and we shouldn’t have alcohol in here. So let’s get down to what you want because we clearly don’t want to involve administration. Do you want money? A better grade in one of our classes? A letter of recommendation to a college? Name it and let’s work something out.”
Cole smiled and said, “I had something else in mind...”
The group of teachers looked at him warily. They didn’t like the look he was giving them. Cole felt like his knees could buckle he was so nervous to propose his offer. He couldn’t believe he was about to ask for it but it was now or never. He would NEVER get this opportunity with his high school teachers again. He swallowed hard and tried to form words as he went ahead.
Cole: “I...I...I want to tie you up.”
The women were caught off guard by that answer and looked at Cole as if he had just asked for the moon. “Oh no. Oh shit. Oh fuck,” Cole thought in a panic as he scanned all their faces for a reaction to his request. He could feel his own cheeks burning with embarrassment now.
Mrs. Anderson: “You want to what?”
Mrs. Davis: “Did I hear that correctly? He wants to what?”
His request had played out better in his head. Cole stumbled his way through an explanation. He told his teachers, “It’s just something that’s always kind of intrigued me, I guess. It wouldn’t be for a long time. Just for a little bit.”
There was a long, awkward silence as the teachers took in what Cole had just said. Finally, Mrs. Davis responded and said, “Cole sweetie...I know that you have these very strong feelings and some of those feelings may involve some of your teachers. Which is completely understandable. Lots of young men see teachers of the opposite sex all the time in school and it’s perfectly normal for them to become attracted to them and want to involve them in their fantasies and whatnot. I would say most young men do that at one point or another. And what you’re talking about with the tying up is called...bondage. And Cole, I just want you to know that you’re feelings toward bondage are perfectly normal. Lots of men like to explore that with their partners. But I’m afraid that’s just not something we can help you with. It would be very inappropriate for you to do that with a teacher. And what you’re actually doing by asking us to do that and threatening to report us is called blackmail. And that’s very bad to do to someone, Cole.”
Cole considered his options for a moment. He had already thrown out an extremely weird and inappropriate request and now all five teachers were looking at him like he was the biggest freak in the world. But on the other hand, he HAD already thrown the bondage request out there. The awkwardness was here to stay whether the teachers went along with it or not. “So...I might as well press it. I’ll never see these teachers again anyway,” Cole thought to himself.
Cole: “Okay then...guess I’ll go grab Principal Smith. I’m sure he’ll be very disappointed to have to fire some of his best teachers. It’ll probably be a huge scandal in the local news too. Gosh, that would be humiliating, wouldn’t it?”
The teachers all got visibly uncomfortable as Cole verbalized their worst fear. Mrs. Davis finally said, “Okay fine, Cole. You’re right. Just please try to handle this with tact. What did you have in mind?” The other teachers sighed with agitation and fidgeted uncomfortably as they waited to hear Cole’s response.
Cole couldn’t believe it! This just might actually work. He tried to stay calm and focused even though his heart was going 100 miles per hour and he had the jelly feeling in his legs from adrenaline. Of course, he didn’t want to reveal his whole plan just yet. His teachers DEFINITELY wouldn’t agree to that. But once he had them tied up, what could they do?
Cole: “Um...I...I...just want to tie you up. I don’t know. Like your hands and ankles.”
Ms. Young: “Who, Cole? Which teacher?”
Cole: “Um...all of you, I guess.”
Ms. Young: “All of us?!”
Mrs. Anderson: “Cole, that seems like a little much.”
Ms. Baker: “Yeah this all seems very weird.”
Cole: “Sorry, but that’s what I want. I just want to have you all tied up together. Once that’s done, I’ll let you go and I won’t say anything about the wine.”
Mrs. Davis looked like she could shoot daggers from her eyes. She huffed a little and then asked Cole, “And how are you going to tie us? I don’t suppose you brought any rope with you to school, did you?”
Cole: “No, but there’s plenty in the art room. I remember Ms. Parker has a box of thin, white rope in one of the cabinets. I can go get that.”
Mrs. Davis didn’t say anything. She only nodded and rubbed her head as if she was getting a headache from the situation. Before he left the teachers alone in the room, Cole took out his phone and snapped a picture of them standing next to the desk with the wine bottles and cups. The teacher recoiled from the picture and tried to cover their faces but it was too late. Now Cole at least had evidence in case the ladies tried to duck out on him when he was down in the art room.
Cole hustled down the hallway and walked into Ms. Parker’s art room. He found the box of rope and snagged some brushes, a pair of scissors, and feathers from the supply closet as well, which he hid at the bottom of the box. He didn’t want the teachers finding out about the rest of his plan until he was ready. Cole took the supplies back to Mrs. Davis’ classroom, where the teachers were still gathered. They all had melancholy looks about them.
Cole didn’t waste time. He cut lengths of rope and tied their hands behind their backs and their ankles together. Cole stepped back and looked at them all. It was beautiful. His teachers all looked at him with a mix of anger, embarrassment, and anxiety as they shifted around trying to loosen their bonds. Now for the next part. Cole went back to the box and cut more lengths of rope. The ladies saw what he was doing and asked him why he was getting more rope. “Don’t worry about it,” was all Cole said as he gathered more lengths of it.
Cole came back over and grabbed Ms. Young, his bitchy math teacher. He took her over to the cleared out middle portion of the classroom floor. The student desks had been pushed to the back to allow the cleaning crew to vacuum the floors, which were covered with short, high-traffic industrial carpet. Cole made Ms. Young kneel down and then go down to her stomach. “What?! What is this?! Cole! What are you doing to me?!” Ms. Young cried out as she was placed face down. Cole tied her hands back to her ankles in a snug hogtie. Ms. Young growled and squirmed but she was stuck like that. “I changed my mind. I want you all tied like this now,” Cole explained as he went back for the next teacher.
He took hold of Mrs. Anderson’s arm and pulled her over next to Ms. Young. Cole guided her to the ground as she frantically asked him not to tie her like that. But Cole was determined now. He lassoed her hands and ankles together and left her hogtied and helpless. Next he grabbed Mrs. Davis and brought her to the middle of the floor. Naturally, she tried to scold him and be assertive but Cole knew he had the upper hand now. Mrs. Davis struggled but was soon hogtied like the others. She turned red with anger as she huffed and shook her head to get the stray hairs out of her face. Cole put Ms. Baker on the ground next and hogtied her securely next to Mrs. Davis. The science teacher didn’t fight quite as much but she was just as vocal about not wanting to be tied that way. Ms. Parker was last and Cole assisted her to the floor. He pulled her arms and legs together and then bound them with rope so that she was stuck in a strict hogtie.
Cole looked at the five teachers struggling and grunting on the carpet in front of him. From left to right, the teachers were laid out Ms. Young, Mrs. Anderson, Mrs. Davis, Ms. Baker, and then Ms. Parker.
Ms. Baker yelled up at him, “Alright Cole, you’ve seen us all tied up! Now let us go! That was the deal!” He chuckled and replied, “Relax Ms. Baker. You’ll be let go soon. But something doesn’t look right about this. Hang on.”
Cole went over behind Ms. Young and knelt down. His heart was beating like a drum. Cole was about to really act on some of his biggest fantasies. The teachers couldn’t see what he was about to do as he stared at all their upturned shoes. Cole started with Ms. Young and slipped off her flats, revealing her pale, meaty size 8.5 soles. Ms. Young shouted back at Cole but he was focused, studying every inch of her bare feet. The math teacher had wide soles with deep arches and plump sausage toes that had been painted with a dark purple polish. Ms. Young had large big toes that had a noticeable crease along the bottoms, giving them a pear-shape look. “Cole, give me back my shoes! What are you doing back there?!” Ms. Young yelled back at him as she kicked her feet a little.
Cole shifted over behind his English teacher, Mrs. Anderson. Being tall and more flexible, Mrs. Anderson was able to turn her torso so she could peer back at Cole. She watched as he pulled off her slip ons one at a time. First her right foot was bared and she felt the cool air on the bottom of her foot. Then Cole pulled off her left slip on, leaving her bare feet upturned behind her. “Cole, leave my shoes on me! What are you doing?” Mrs. Anderson asked. Cole had been right. Mrs. Anderson did have big feet. The inside of her shoe said it was a size 10. Her feet were much more slight than Ms. Young’s. Mrs. Anderson had long, skinny toes with maroon toenail polish. The second toes looked as though they were at least an even length compared to her big toes, if not slightly longer. Her arches were shallow and wrinkly and the heels of her feet were flat and smooth along the outer edges, surprisingly in great condition for a woman her age that ran so much.
Cole moved to Mrs. Davis in the middle. She knew Cole was going to take off her shoes so she tried to shift her legs away from him. Mrs. Davis yelled at him, “Leave my shoes on! You aren’t one of those foot freaks are you?!” But that did little to deter him; he simply grabbed her ankles, untied her laces, and tugged off her light pink tennis shoes. Cole cherished the feeling of peeling off his former English teacher’s little pink anklet socks as she kicked and commanded him not to. The sight of her fleshy, rounded heels coming into view, followed by her creamy arches with plenty of wrinkles, and finally her adorable toes that tapered down from her big toes perfectly. Mrs. Davis had very feminine feet and they were just what Cole had dreamt of. Her toenails had been painted a classic red color. Mrs. Davis had lovely size 7.5 soles and it was a shame she didn’t show them off more often in the classroom.
Cole moved down to Ms. Baker. She whined and complained but it seemed like she didn’t even expect it to do any good. And sure enough, it didn’t. Cole was still relieving her of her Converse tennis shoes as she pouted about it. Ms. Baker hadn’t worn any socks with her shoes, which made the backs of her heels and the sides of her pinky toes slightly pink from where the shoes had been rubbing more. Cole was pleasantly surprised by the sight of her gorgeous and alluring size 7’s. They were wide and substantial with short, yet well-developed toes. Her toes fit side by side ever so perfectly and snug. With the exception of her pinky toes, most of her other toes were barely offset in length. Her cute toes had been done with French Tips. Why she didn’t show off her absolutely adorable feet was beyond Cole. He thought they were gorgeous. Ms. Baker’s ex-husband was surely missing out now.
Cole went to the last teacher in the line. Ms. Parker was irritated as she called back to him, “Cole, why are you doing this?! Us being barefoot was not part of the deal! Let us go now!” Cole was beyond ready to see his art teacher’s soles in their entirety this time. He slipped off her flats and drank in the sight of Ms. Parker’s immaculate, slender size 9’s. She had pristine heels, long smooth arches, and gentle toes that looked softer than felt. Ms. Parker’s heels, the outer edges of her feet, the pads below her toes and the tips of her toes were all a slightly pinkish shade. Ms. Parker’s toenails had been painted a light pink color. Cole inspected their inside of the flats she always wore. Sure enough, there was an excellent, dark impression of her soles along the interior of her shoes.
Now that their feet were all bared, the teachers were quite pissed off. They felt stupid and humiliated as they lay on the floor struggling to pull free. Cole went and stood in front of them to watch them struggle for a little bit. He was confident they wouldn’t escape the knots he had tied. There wasn’t anyone else in the school so the teachers would stay restrained like that until he was ready to let them free. And now Cole was ready to implement the rest of his plan.
Cole went over to the box of supplies and picked out a big feather that he had taken from the art room. He wasn’t sure what art projects Ms. Parker intended to use the feathers for but he was willing to bet she would regret having them in her supply closet by the time he was through with them. Cole came back in front of them holding the feather and twisting it playfully in his hand. The teachers were confused about why he would need a feather right now.
Ms. Young grimaced and tugged hard at her bonds one last time, but it was futile. She huffed and looked up at Cole with a confused expression.
Mrs. Anderson tried to straighten her legs and pull her wrists free but it was quickly apparent that wasn’t going to work. She looked up at Cole with a wide-eyed expression, hoping that he wasn’t planning on doing what she feared he might be.
Mrs. Davis sighed with annoyance when her wrists wouldn’t slip free from the ropes. She looked up at Cole with a huffy stare and hated to think about what might happen next.
Ms. Baker twisted from side to side as she struggled against her bondage. She noticed Cole holding the feather and looked at him with a horrible feeling of anticipation.
Ms. Parker realized she wasn’t getting free anytime soon. The redheaded art teacher looked up at Cole with a pouty look. What could he possibly be needing a feather for right now?
Cole smiled at the teachers and said, “Alright ladies, goochie goochie goo...”
Their eyes filled with dread as they saw him approaching.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Cole sat at the desk and peered out the large windows on one side of the classroom. He had been in detention for hours already. The other delinquents had already been released but Cole had to serve extra time today. He sat alone with only the school principal seated at the desk up front to make sure Cole stayed for the whole detention. Principal Smith typed on his work laptop; his keystrokes were the only noise in the near empty room.
This had been the last day of school. And here Cole was sitting in detention alone with Principal Smith, who probably didn’t care for Cole because he was always getting in trouble and making life hard on teachers. Students and teachers both hated having him in class. And Cole didn’t like them either. He had always felt like an outcast. And it didn’t help his confidence with girls that he had a huge thing for feet and tickling. Cole never dreamt of trying to bring that up to a girl.
Then Principal Smith finally gave Cole permission to leave. He didn’t even wish him good luck in the real world. Normally detention was supervised by a regular staff teacher. They rotated through who had to stay and watch over the bad kids of the school. But since today was the last day of school, all of the teachers had been busy packing up their classrooms and tidying them for the summer. Principal Smith had volunteered to take detention duty today to be polite. But by now most of the teachers were gone, eager to start their summer vacations.
Cole wasn’t in a hurry to face the real world now that he was 18 and done with school. He meandered through the empty hallways as he walked toward the side of school where his car was parked. He passed dark, empty classrooms on his way. Then Cole saw a classroom with an open door and the light still on. One of the teachers must still be here packing up their personal belongings before taking off to enjoy their summer vacation. As Cole walked closer, he could hear conversation and laughter coming from the room. He cautiously approached the doorway, not wanting to be heard or seen because he didn’t care to talk to anyone at this school again. As he got within a few feet of the doorway but still out of sight, he recognized several of the teachers talking and joking inside. It was Mrs. Davis’ classroom. He heard her talking with some other teacher friends. They were gossiping about students and staff members and relishing in being done with another year.
“They sound almost...drunk,” Cole thought as he listened in on their slightly slurred conversation. The women were discussing which male staff members were attractive and which students they hated. All inappropriate talking points but they probably felt a sense of security being the only teachers left in the school this evening. Cole decided to step forward and let himself be seen. Just to see their reactions and shock when they realized he was there listening. Cole enjoyed bothering other people, especially teachers.
Mrs. Davis was indeed in her classroom still. And a few other teachers that always hung out together were in there as well. Jessica Davis had been Cole’s English teacher last year and they had never gotten along. She was 30 years old, about 5’ 6” tall, and had long, bright blonde hair that she woke up early every morning to curl and perfect. Mrs. Davis was always put together. And even when she went for the “just rolled out of bed, grabbed coffee, and barely made it on time” messy look, her outfits and hair still seemed staged somewhat. Like her messy bun was crafted and teased so that it came off looking cute rather than sloppy. It was that sort of thing and just the way she was overly polite and cheerful with others that gave the impression of sickeningly sweet insincerity. And with her lean, toned body, twinkling blue eyes, and her assertive, cheery personality, she was always quite popular amongst students and staff. In fact, Mrs. Davis was an assistant coach to the varsity cheerleading squad in her spare time after class. But Cole saw through that. He knew she was not as bubbly and caring as she appeared on the surface, but at least she had been easy on the eyes while he was in class.
Cole had seen her in sandals a few times and her feet looked just as immaculate as the rest of her. He thought her personality would get old after a while but her husband was a lucky man if he could tolerate her. Mrs. Davis was a ten as far as high school teachers go. Cole wondered if Mr. Davis appreciated those feet of hers as much as Cole did when catching glimpses of them in the hallway during the passing periods. And he definitely wondered if Mrs. Davis was ticklish. He had fantasized dozens of times about wiggling his fingers on the bottoms of her feet and finding out. Maybe even as payback for hounding him all year about his assignments. Today her feet were covered though. Mrs. Davis had come to school wearing a tight t-shirt, teal leggings, and light pink tennis shoes.
Also in the classroom was Joy Anderson, his current 12th grade English teacher and also Mrs. Davis’ best coworker friend at the school. Mrs. Anderson was tall at 5’9”, was 36 years old, and had short, brown hair. She always kept her hair in a short bob style, which went well with her bright smile and small, brown eyes. Mrs. Anderson had a genuine niceness about her and exuded more of a kindergarten teacher warmth rather than a 12th grade teacher demeanor. Cole actually really enjoyed Mrs. Anderson for that reason, just not enough to put forth effort in her class though. Mrs. Anderson was very lean from running frequently. She helped coach the girls cross country team when they were in season. Cole didn’t know what Mrs. Anderson’s feet looked like, but they seemed big from the size of her shoes. She always wore slip ons without socks, which she wore today. Mrs. Anderson had on her trendy camouflage slip ons, denim capris, and a school t-shirt. It seemed like everyone was dressing casual for the last day of classes.
There was also Erica Baker, Cole’s science teacher when he had been a freshman and she also was the head coach for the varsity volleyball team. Ms. Baker was 34 years old, had long dirty blonde hair that was always pulled back in a ponytail, and had small, soft facial features with comforting blue eyes. There was nothing too striking about her by itself but taken as a whole, Ms. Baker just seemed pretty. Not a stunner, but cute like a girl next door type. She was short around 5’ 4” and had a thicker figure. Ms. Baker wasn’t fat, she just was more full figured than teachers like Mrs. Davis or Mrs. Anderson, who were naturally lean. Ms. Baker had always been curvy but had recently gone through a divorce, which caused her to put on some extra weight.
A couple months ago, Cole happened to be walking by her classroom door when she came out and turned to walk down the hall in front of him. Ms. Baker was holding a stack of papers and fumbled her pen. When she bent down to pick it up, Cole just so happened to get a great view of her wide, full bottom and thick thighs filling out her jeans to the max as she bent over. Cole hasn’t been trying to peak at her, it just worked out where the curvature of her butt was on display briefly to him. He still cherished the visual to this day. Cole had only seen Ms. Baker’s feet once when she wore sandals one day. It wasn’t much but he remembered the time he got to witness them, they were so attractive. Small but shapely and well taken care of. She always wore tennis shoes or slip ons but Cole couldn’t figure out why with such cute feet. Today it was Converse tennis shoes, tight skinny jeans with the bottom cuffs rolled, and a school t-shirt.
Also present was Heather Young, Cole’s 28 year old math teacher that he didn’t care for. In his opinion, Ms. Young was a bitch. She was friendly with other teachers but had a colder demeanor when she taught. And she disliked students like Cole especially. Ms. Young was about 5’ 7” with milky white skin, light green eyes, and a heavier build compared to the other teachers. She was probably closer to the plus size models one would see in fashion magazines, chubby but not majorly overweight. Ms. Young had blonde hair that she routinely colored to make it even brighter. Her eyebrows were a darker shade, which Cole assumed was closer to her natural hair color. Ms. Young always wore her hair pulled back in a tight bun or ponytail. Cole always thought she wore her hair that way every day because she was wound a little tight. Typical math teacher type, not much creativity. She wore dark-rimmed glasses and had a long face with unassuming makeup and features. And Cole knew for a fact that Ms. Young was a bit of a nerd aside from being a math teacher. She had a large collection of Star Wars and Harry Potter memorabilia around her classroom. Today she had on a purple blouse with a black tank top underneath to cover her cleavage, dark blue jeans, and black flats. Ms. Young was another teacher whose feet Cole had never seen. But he often imagined of trapping them and tickling the crap out of his bitchy math teacher.
Lastly, there was Danielle Parker. She was the art teacher for junior and senior students and Cole always had a bit of a crush on her. Ms. Parker was only 25 and had a very alternative hipster look to her that appealed to Cole more than say a typical cookie cutter high school girl would. Ms. Parker was 5’ 8”, wore dark-rimmed glasses, and had a skinny build. She had vibrant, dark red hair that had been highlighted to add some lighter streaks to it. Ms. Parker sported a small nose stud and had multiple piercings in both ears. Her porcelain skin was dotted with subtle freckles around her nose and high cheekbones. Ms. Parker had sharp features and pouty lips that formed the most intriguing smirk when she was amused by something. Cole had always looked forward to Ms. Parker’s class because she never bothered him, she just let him do his own thing.
Today she had on a green button up blouse with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows, black skinny jeans, and black flats. Ms. Parker wore her black flats a lot. In fact, Cole couldn’t remember a time he had seen her wear any footwear that was revealing. Just wasn’t her style he supposed. Cole couldn’t help but wonder how prominent the foot imprints inside those shoes must be. It made him hard just to daydream about it while he was in her class. Although Cole had never gotten a great view of her feet, one time in class he did have the great fortune to be walking past the supply cabinets in her classroom when she knelt down to grab some extra paper from one of the lower shelves. Ms. Parker’s flats pulled away from her feet as she crouched down. Even though it was brief, Cole still had an excellent memory of seeing Ms. Parker’s perfectly pink, smooth heels and her long, pale arches as he walked around behind her. He did a double take because he wasn’t expecting it but as soon as he realized what he was seeing, the moment was gone and Ms. Parker was standing back up.
The five teachers were standing around Mrs. Davis’ half-packed desk. On her desk were two bottles of wine. The teachers looked shocked and guilty as they sat their cups down on the desk, trying to play off the fact that they were drinking in the classroom against school policy. In fact, there was a strict no-tolerance policy for students or staff possessing or consuming alcohol on school property. Cole knew that he had them in a very compromising position now. If the school administration found out about this, all of the teachers could lose their jobs without severance.
Mrs. Davis: “C..C..Cole...Um...I thought all students were released already. What are you doing still hanging around here? Don’t you have some buddies you want to meet up with or something? You know...celebrate being done with high school?”
Mrs. Davis was desperately trying to make friendly conversation to distract Cole as she went to move the bottles. Cole saw how she was positioning her body in front of them so he couldn’t see them. The tension in the air was palpable. But if he was going to use this situation against these teachers, he had to act quick. No doubt they would try to cover up the evidence and deny the whole thing. And Cole knew that a student with a reputation like his would not be taken seriously without proof. Whatever he wanted to extort from them, it had to be now or never. And then Cole had a brilliant idea.
Cole replied back, “What were those bottles? The ones on the desk behind you, Mrs. Davis? I thought drinking in school was like a pretty serious offense.” Most of the teachers blushed bright red with embarrassment and guilt at being called out. They hadn’t hidden it from him in time. Now their very jobs were in question.
Mrs. Anderson: “Cole, we were just packing up our rooms and having girl talk since we’re all friends. It’s really nothing.”
Cole: “Really? Because it kinda seems like you’re all drinking. You sound like you’ve been drinking. Maybe I need to go get Principal Smith. He probably hasn’t left yet. Maybe he would want to know about some of his teachers drinking in his school.”
Now the women really tensed up. Their livelihoods were on the chopping block. And all because this little shit, delinquent student happened to be strolling past this particular classroom at the wrong time. Each of the teachers was thinking about getting fired and the scandal people would make it out to be. How would they pay their bills if they were fired? What would their families think about them?
Ms. Parker: “Cole...there’s no need to do that. Come on, you’ve always been mature for your age. You can be adult about this. Look, you’re about to leave this school. You’ll graduate and move on. You don’t really want to make things difficult for us, do you?”
Cole: “I’m just very concerned about the faculty here making terribly irresponsible decisions and drinking alcohol in a school environment.”
Danielle Parker looked as though Cole had just popped her balloon. Clearly she had misjudged how much weight her “cool teacher” vibe carried with Cole. Joy Anderson looked as though she could burst into tears at any moment. She had been a teacher at this school for 13 years and loved it. Now she might get fired. Erica Baker looked down at the ground in shame. She too had a very sad look about her face. Heather Young was turning pink she was so angry with Cole. She had always hated having him in class and this was a perfect illustration as to why.
Jessica Davis looked as though she was starting to get flustered as well. She took a deep breath and said as calmly as she could, “Okay, let’s stop acting coy with each other, Cole. Look...you’re an adult now. We’re all adults here. So let’s figure this out and put it behind us. Okay yeah, we did have a few drinks in here because we thought the school would be mostly empty. You’re right and we shouldn’t have alcohol in here. So let’s get down to what you want because we clearly don’t want to involve administration. Do you want money? A better grade in one of our classes? A letter of recommendation to a college? Name it and let’s work something out.”
Cole smiled and said, “I had something else in mind...”
The group of teachers looked at him warily. They didn’t like the look he was giving them. Cole felt like his knees could buckle he was so nervous to propose his offer. He couldn’t believe he was about to ask for it but it was now or never. He would NEVER get this opportunity with his high school teachers again. He swallowed hard and tried to form words as he went ahead.
Cole: “I...I...I want to tie you up.”
The women were caught off guard by that answer and looked at Cole as if he had just asked for the moon. “Oh no. Oh shit. Oh fuck,” Cole thought in a panic as he scanned all their faces for a reaction to his request. He could feel his own cheeks burning with embarrassment now.
Mrs. Anderson: “You want to what?”
Mrs. Davis: “Did I hear that correctly? He wants to what?”
His request had played out better in his head. Cole stumbled his way through an explanation. He told his teachers, “It’s just something that’s always kind of intrigued me, I guess. It wouldn’t be for a long time. Just for a little bit.”
There was a long, awkward silence as the teachers took in what Cole had just said. Finally, Mrs. Davis responded and said, “Cole sweetie...I know that you have these very strong feelings and some of those feelings may involve some of your teachers. Which is completely understandable. Lots of young men see teachers of the opposite sex all the time in school and it’s perfectly normal for them to become attracted to them and want to involve them in their fantasies and whatnot. I would say most young men do that at one point or another. And what you’re talking about with the tying up is called...bondage. And Cole, I just want you to know that you’re feelings toward bondage are perfectly normal. Lots of men like to explore that with their partners. But I’m afraid that’s just not something we can help you with. It would be very inappropriate for you to do that with a teacher. And what you’re actually doing by asking us to do that and threatening to report us is called blackmail. And that’s very bad to do to someone, Cole.”
Cole considered his options for a moment. He had already thrown out an extremely weird and inappropriate request and now all five teachers were looking at him like he was the biggest freak in the world. But on the other hand, he HAD already thrown the bondage request out there. The awkwardness was here to stay whether the teachers went along with it or not. “So...I might as well press it. I’ll never see these teachers again anyway,” Cole thought to himself.
Cole: “Okay then...guess I’ll go grab Principal Smith. I’m sure he’ll be very disappointed to have to fire some of his best teachers. It’ll probably be a huge scandal in the local news too. Gosh, that would be humiliating, wouldn’t it?”
The teachers all got visibly uncomfortable as Cole verbalized their worst fear. Mrs. Davis finally said, “Okay fine, Cole. You’re right. Just please try to handle this with tact. What did you have in mind?” The other teachers sighed with agitation and fidgeted uncomfortably as they waited to hear Cole’s response.
Cole couldn’t believe it! This just might actually work. He tried to stay calm and focused even though his heart was going 100 miles per hour and he had the jelly feeling in his legs from adrenaline. Of course, he didn’t want to reveal his whole plan just yet. His teachers DEFINITELY wouldn’t agree to that. But once he had them tied up, what could they do?
Cole: “Um...I...I...just want to tie you up. I don’t know. Like your hands and ankles.”
Ms. Young: “Who, Cole? Which teacher?”
Cole: “Um...all of you, I guess.”
Ms. Young: “All of us?!”
Mrs. Anderson: “Cole, that seems like a little much.”
Ms. Baker: “Yeah this all seems very weird.”
Cole: “Sorry, but that’s what I want. I just want to have you all tied up together. Once that’s done, I’ll let you go and I won’t say anything about the wine.”
Mrs. Davis looked like she could shoot daggers from her eyes. She huffed a little and then asked Cole, “And how are you going to tie us? I don’t suppose you brought any rope with you to school, did you?”
Cole: “No, but there’s plenty in the art room. I remember Ms. Parker has a box of thin, white rope in one of the cabinets. I can go get that.”
Mrs. Davis didn’t say anything. She only nodded and rubbed her head as if she was getting a headache from the situation. Before he left the teachers alone in the room, Cole took out his phone and snapped a picture of them standing next to the desk with the wine bottles and cups. The teacher recoiled from the picture and tried to cover their faces but it was too late. Now Cole at least had evidence in case the ladies tried to duck out on him when he was down in the art room.
Cole hustled down the hallway and walked into Ms. Parker’s art room. He found the box of rope and snagged some brushes, a pair of scissors, and feathers from the supply closet as well, which he hid at the bottom of the box. He didn’t want the teachers finding out about the rest of his plan until he was ready. Cole took the supplies back to Mrs. Davis’ classroom, where the teachers were still gathered. They all had melancholy looks about them.
Cole didn’t waste time. He cut lengths of rope and tied their hands behind their backs and their ankles together. Cole stepped back and looked at them all. It was beautiful. His teachers all looked at him with a mix of anger, embarrassment, and anxiety as they shifted around trying to loosen their bonds. Now for the next part. Cole went back to the box and cut more lengths of rope. The ladies saw what he was doing and asked him why he was getting more rope. “Don’t worry about it,” was all Cole said as he gathered more lengths of it.
Cole came back over and grabbed Ms. Young, his bitchy math teacher. He took her over to the cleared out middle portion of the classroom floor. The student desks had been pushed to the back to allow the cleaning crew to vacuum the floors, which were covered with short, high-traffic industrial carpet. Cole made Ms. Young kneel down and then go down to her stomach. “What?! What is this?! Cole! What are you doing to me?!” Ms. Young cried out as she was placed face down. Cole tied her hands back to her ankles in a snug hogtie. Ms. Young growled and squirmed but she was stuck like that. “I changed my mind. I want you all tied like this now,” Cole explained as he went back for the next teacher.
He took hold of Mrs. Anderson’s arm and pulled her over next to Ms. Young. Cole guided her to the ground as she frantically asked him not to tie her like that. But Cole was determined now. He lassoed her hands and ankles together and left her hogtied and helpless. Next he grabbed Mrs. Davis and brought her to the middle of the floor. Naturally, she tried to scold him and be assertive but Cole knew he had the upper hand now. Mrs. Davis struggled but was soon hogtied like the others. She turned red with anger as she huffed and shook her head to get the stray hairs out of her face. Cole put Ms. Baker on the ground next and hogtied her securely next to Mrs. Davis. The science teacher didn’t fight quite as much but she was just as vocal about not wanting to be tied that way. Ms. Parker was last and Cole assisted her to the floor. He pulled her arms and legs together and then bound them with rope so that she was stuck in a strict hogtie.
Cole looked at the five teachers struggling and grunting on the carpet in front of him. From left to right, the teachers were laid out Ms. Young, Mrs. Anderson, Mrs. Davis, Ms. Baker, and then Ms. Parker.
Ms. Baker yelled up at him, “Alright Cole, you’ve seen us all tied up! Now let us go! That was the deal!” He chuckled and replied, “Relax Ms. Baker. You’ll be let go soon. But something doesn’t look right about this. Hang on.”
Cole went over behind Ms. Young and knelt down. His heart was beating like a drum. Cole was about to really act on some of his biggest fantasies. The teachers couldn’t see what he was about to do as he stared at all their upturned shoes. Cole started with Ms. Young and slipped off her flats, revealing her pale, meaty size 8.5 soles. Ms. Young shouted back at Cole but he was focused, studying every inch of her bare feet. The math teacher had wide soles with deep arches and plump sausage toes that had been painted with a dark purple polish. Ms. Young had large big toes that had a noticeable crease along the bottoms, giving them a pear-shape look. “Cole, give me back my shoes! What are you doing back there?!” Ms. Young yelled back at him as she kicked her feet a little.
Cole shifted over behind his English teacher, Mrs. Anderson. Being tall and more flexible, Mrs. Anderson was able to turn her torso so she could peer back at Cole. She watched as he pulled off her slip ons one at a time. First her right foot was bared and she felt the cool air on the bottom of her foot. Then Cole pulled off her left slip on, leaving her bare feet upturned behind her. “Cole, leave my shoes on me! What are you doing?” Mrs. Anderson asked. Cole had been right. Mrs. Anderson did have big feet. The inside of her shoe said it was a size 10. Her feet were much more slight than Ms. Young’s. Mrs. Anderson had long, skinny toes with maroon toenail polish. The second toes looked as though they were at least an even length compared to her big toes, if not slightly longer. Her arches were shallow and wrinkly and the heels of her feet were flat and smooth along the outer edges, surprisingly in great condition for a woman her age that ran so much.
Cole moved to Mrs. Davis in the middle. She knew Cole was going to take off her shoes so she tried to shift her legs away from him. Mrs. Davis yelled at him, “Leave my shoes on! You aren’t one of those foot freaks are you?!” But that did little to deter him; he simply grabbed her ankles, untied her laces, and tugged off her light pink tennis shoes. Cole cherished the feeling of peeling off his former English teacher’s little pink anklet socks as she kicked and commanded him not to. The sight of her fleshy, rounded heels coming into view, followed by her creamy arches with plenty of wrinkles, and finally her adorable toes that tapered down from her big toes perfectly. Mrs. Davis had very feminine feet and they were just what Cole had dreamt of. Her toenails had been painted a classic red color. Mrs. Davis had lovely size 7.5 soles and it was a shame she didn’t show them off more often in the classroom.
Cole moved down to Ms. Baker. She whined and complained but it seemed like she didn’t even expect it to do any good. And sure enough, it didn’t. Cole was still relieving her of her Converse tennis shoes as she pouted about it. Ms. Baker hadn’t worn any socks with her shoes, which made the backs of her heels and the sides of her pinky toes slightly pink from where the shoes had been rubbing more. Cole was pleasantly surprised by the sight of her gorgeous and alluring size 7’s. They were wide and substantial with short, yet well-developed toes. Her toes fit side by side ever so perfectly and snug. With the exception of her pinky toes, most of her other toes were barely offset in length. Her cute toes had been done with French Tips. Why she didn’t show off her absolutely adorable feet was beyond Cole. He thought they were gorgeous. Ms. Baker’s ex-husband was surely missing out now.
Cole went to the last teacher in the line. Ms. Parker was irritated as she called back to him, “Cole, why are you doing this?! Us being barefoot was not part of the deal! Let us go now!” Cole was beyond ready to see his art teacher’s soles in their entirety this time. He slipped off her flats and drank in the sight of Ms. Parker’s immaculate, slender size 9’s. She had pristine heels, long smooth arches, and gentle toes that looked softer than felt. Ms. Parker’s heels, the outer edges of her feet, the pads below her toes and the tips of her toes were all a slightly pinkish shade. Ms. Parker’s toenails had been painted a light pink color. Cole inspected their inside of the flats she always wore. Sure enough, there was an excellent, dark impression of her soles along the interior of her shoes.
Now that their feet were all bared, the teachers were quite pissed off. They felt stupid and humiliated as they lay on the floor struggling to pull free. Cole went and stood in front of them to watch them struggle for a little bit. He was confident they wouldn’t escape the knots he had tied. There wasn’t anyone else in the school so the teachers would stay restrained like that until he was ready to let them free. And now Cole was ready to implement the rest of his plan.
Cole went over to the box of supplies and picked out a big feather that he had taken from the art room. He wasn’t sure what art projects Ms. Parker intended to use the feathers for but he was willing to bet she would regret having them in her supply closet by the time he was through with them. Cole came back in front of them holding the feather and twisting it playfully in his hand. The teachers were confused about why he would need a feather right now.
Ms. Young grimaced and tugged hard at her bonds one last time, but it was futile. She huffed and looked up at Cole with a confused expression.
Mrs. Anderson tried to straighten her legs and pull her wrists free but it was quickly apparent that wasn’t going to work. She looked up at Cole with a wide-eyed expression, hoping that he wasn’t planning on doing what she feared he might be.
Mrs. Davis sighed with annoyance when her wrists wouldn’t slip free from the ropes. She looked up at Cole with a huffy stare and hated to think about what might happen next.
Ms. Baker twisted from side to side as she struggled against her bondage. She noticed Cole holding the feather and looked at him with a horrible feeling of anticipation.
Ms. Parker realized she wasn’t getting free anytime soon. The redheaded art teacher looked up at Cole with a pouty look. What could he possibly be needing a feather for right now?
Cole smiled at the teachers and said, “Alright ladies, goochie goochie goo...”
Their eyes filled with dread as they saw him approaching.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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