Published:
December 12, 2022
Die Schuldomina Teil 1
The Schuldomina series was my first idea I implemented in my career. Previously, there were several conversations with a friend who is also a teacher and constantly complained about students. This led me to wonder what would happen if a young domina were placed as a teacher at a school.
So I sat down and played around with some ideas. Eventually, this work emerged, which managed to gain traction among my readers after some initial difficulties. It didn’t achieve massive sales, but gradually things improved. Naturally, I wasn’t well-known back then, and people weren’t sure what to expect from the relatively new author.
Chapter 1
Completely exhausted, teacher Monica Bress entered the teachers' room of the gymnasium and threw her bag defeatedly beside the chair. Then she sank onto the seat and buried her head deeply in her arms on the desk before her. Her colleague, who had just spent an entire free period in the room with lots of coffee, didn't need to ask what was wrong. Bress had just come from class 12b, whose class association had driven every teacher at the educational institution to despair. It wasn't unusual for teachers to return from a lesson there and simply want to give up their job. The class wasn't actually that bad in terms of teaching, but the individual characters of the students were the big problem.
In total, the class consisted of twenty-six students aged 17 to 19 years. But if you looked at the class book, you could assume that only one student named Mark Breithaupt was being taught there. Among the teachers, this report on teaching was known as "Breithaupt's List," inspired by a movie. This student was a mix of class clown and the devil in a union suit, who had probably decided early on to drive every teacher insane. He mastered this art, unlike the teaching material, which he couldn't be taught.
They had tried everything to bring him to reason, but were brilliantly unsuccessful with every method. Breithaupt was an only child raised solely by his overburdened mother. Trying to influence him was futile, and the thousand blue letters he brought home only earned him a confirming grin from him. Probably, the mother didn't even read the school's letters. At parent-teacher meetings, she wasn't expected at all, and the suggested conversations with her never even took place. The student was a regular at after-school detention every Saturday, which the teachers could still use as their only means.
Cautiously, the director of the educational institution inquired about Monica Bress's well-being. Sobbing, she clearly stated that from now on, she would refuse to enter a class if this student were taught there. He couldn't blame her. Almost every educator in his institution entered the class only with protest. Even after-school detention didn't anyone want to take anymore, but the director needed someone who could supervise Mark Breithaupt. Then he had an idea. Since the beginning of the year, a young student was teaching as a trainee teacher at his school. This person could certainly be entrusted with after-school detention on one weekend. She shouldn't bring him anything, but only let him do his homework under her supervision. After all, this also belonged to the profession of a teacher, which she intended to become. Yes, Janine Zeller just had to be present and make sure he did his homework.
At 26 years old, she was only eight years older than the student Breithaupt, but she was curious and could assert herself. For six hours on Saturday, that would work. When the director informed her about the task and warned her about the student, he only got a brief smile and heard a cheerful, "No problem, then I'll get to know this problem case."
The trainee teacher didn't seem bothered by being thrown into the cold water like that. The director warned her again about his big mouth and vulgar expression, but the student didn't care. Among her classmates, the language wasn't much better either, and she could handle it well. He hoped she wouldn't feel exploited because of the supervision, but every other teacher in his staff rejected it indignantly, even on Saturdays to watch this creep. However, Janine needed to be more careful. The student was probably exactly to Breithaupt's taste. With her 170 cm height, slim figure, and clearly prominent large breasts and brown long hair, she would fit perfectly into his preferred target schema. The student didn't hide which teacher he would like to screw.
On Saturday morning, Janine Zeller came to school with a wide smile and made her way to the basement where after-school detention took place. Breithaupt was already sitting in the room, had his legs on the table, and was dreamily blowing smoke from a cigarette into the air. The trainee teacher hadn't expected anything else from him. Breithaupt was the typical idiot that existed at every school and didn't hide the fact that the entire school time completely passed him by. He was only a few centimeters taller than Janine, had a bit more on his ribs, and wanted to show his dominance with his undershirt. Janine could only sigh tiredly about this poor sausage. She threw her bag onto the desk and asked, "So you're the complete fool who makes me feel superior. Don't you have something to do?"
Breithaupt didn't recognize the voice and looked up briefly, wondering whom he was actually dealing with. When he saw the young student, he said, "Wow, I must be having a birthday if the director sends me a stripper. Just forget the dancing, baby, I'll take you right here on the spot."
"Let me call the zoo for a moment; they seem to have lost a primate and I've found one with a cigarette," Janine grinned overconfidently.
Breithaupt sat up, "Don't talk nonsense, take your clothes off. I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy."
"With what?" asked Janine. "With these three hairs between your legs, the middle one of which maybe urinates a lot?"
The student began grinning broadly, grabbed between his legs and shouted, "With this hammer here."
"Little hammer maybe. But I'll make you a deal. Can you grab my tits within the next three minutes? If you can, I'll take off my clothes, lie down on the desk, and you can prove to me what a stallion you are. If you can't, I have a wish. Deal?"
"Did you really mean cunt? Would I be so stupid to chase after you for three minutes?" asked Mark disinterestedly.
Janine shook her head, "You're slower than a snail; that wouldn't be a challenge. We stand next to each other on a newspaper page, and I won't move a centimeter. You have exactly three minutes."
The student's eyes began to shine. In three minutes grab these big tits while standing next to each other on a newspaper page? That would be something he could do with his eyes closed, then he could fuck the little slut on the school desk. Of course, he agreed, there was nothing left to think about. Janine took the newspaper from her bag, pulled out a large page and held it out to him. "I stand on one side and you on the other. Three minutes."
"Deal, bitch. Put the page on the floor and get on it," he laughed triumphantly.
Janine grinned widely, laid the newspaper exactly in the door frame and closed the door. She stood outside the classroom and he inside. Then she called out, "Your three minutes are starting!"
Mark Breithaupt made a stupid face. This wasn't going to work because through the door he couldn't reach her. This wrong bitch had tricked him. Furious, he pounded on the door while outside Janine leaned against the door frame and watched the clock. She counted down the last ten seconds aloud and then opened the door again. Mark was sitting on his chair, supporting his head in his hands and annoyed. "You tricked me, you stupid cunt!" he shouted angrily.
The student laughed, "No, I did exactly what I said. You accepted it and didn't even think about it. But if blood is needed in the cock and not in the brain to make you understand, something like this comes out of that. So you couldn't do it, and I have a wish free."
"Fuck yourself in the knee," grumbled the student, who didn't intend to fulfill his bet.
"Ah, the big shot is also a bad loser. Then I know why you can't land with any female teacher. That requires honor, which you obviously don't have."
Breithaupt tried not to show that she had hit him hard with this statement. Never had he landed with a single female teacher, and sex was exclusively done by himself so far. Every female being wanted nothing to do with him. Only his friends thought he was the big checker and how many women he had already in bed because he told them every day. Actually, he managed to land with none of them. Even those at school didn't let him near. Only when talking to his friends, he constantly claimed that he had already been in bed with which one of them. But Janine was long past the student and teased, "Ah, no stupid remark or any mean thing? The point is, you are and remain a zero and it will never change."
She packed her bag together, took it under her arm, and gave him a hit with, "I thought I'd meet here not only an infant who thinks he's the biggest but it's always the same. Always just show-offs and nothing behind them!"
With that, she left him sitting and made her way to the school exit. It only took a few seconds until he also left the building with his bag under his arm. Janine knew she had hit him hard because the student had tears in his eyes. She stopped him and threatened, "Did I tell you, you can go? Drag your fat ass back there right away and do your homework. If I come back later and you only have your tiny cock in your hand, tomorrow the whole school will know what a miserable failure you are."
Relaxed, Janine sat down in a nearby café, enjoyed the warm sun on her skin, and had an elaborate breakfast. She kept the school exit in view the entire time so that the fool wouldn't just disappear. She would leave him sitting there all the time. Let him do nothing if he at least thought about what a poor sausage he was. After what she already heard from Breithaupt at school, she knew exactly who she was dealing with. The whole week she had prepared a simple sheet of paper at home. She just needed to copy it and hang it up at the school. Immediately, every student would know that he had been lying to them all along.
Only around noon did Janine enter the school building again and went back to the basement. As expected, Breithaupt was just sitting there, smoking his smelly cigarettes and doing nothing. Why should he do anything? He thought it could never happen to him. For his classmates, he was still the great Mark who didn't care about what any pedagogues wanted. No one had an idea that he constantly told them invented stories. Only this small student knew that, but who would believe her. Again, she threw her bag onto the desk and asked, "So, you show-off, where is your finished assignment?"
"Kiss my ass," he answered completely relaxed.
"That's just a dream of yours," Janine smiled and took her bag in hand. She reached into the back pocket and pulled out a recording device. On it was their entire conversation, which she played back for him. Grinning, she explained, "Monday, the whole school will know about it, and you'll find out how friends behave when they realize they've been deceived for years. The great Mark Breithaupt is only a small liar who needs to show off so that someone likes him at all. And all this just because he didn't fulfill my wish, which I have free. You have to be really stupid."
Breithaupt cautiously asked the student if she wouldn't make the audio recording accessible if he fulfilled her wish. Janine started grinning. She had exactly where she wanted the student. Wrapped like a roast and he still noticed nothing. "You're mixing something up, you silly idiot. My free wish is because of the deal we made. You didn't finish your assignment either, but maybe I'm so nice and offer you to fulfill my wish and hand in today's assignment to me before school on Monday. Then I might give it up."
Breithaupt didn't have much time to think. Either he would agree now before the student left or his reputation would be completely destroyed from Monday. Janine was just about to turn around and leave the school when he called out, "What kind of wish?"
The wide smile of the student she couldn't see. Janine put on her poker face, turned to him and said, "For ten minutes you do everything I want without objection. If you don't complete anything, touch me or make a stupid remark, our deal is dead, and I go home. If you get through it and hand in today's assignment to me before school on Monday, I'll delete the audio recording in front of your eyes."
Ten minutes doing whatever the student wanted and rewriting today's homework at home to get rid of the audio recording wasn't a bad deal. So much could she actually ask from him here, and by early Monday he would be free again. Moreover, she wouldn't have anything against him anymore. If it was so simple and he remained the great Mark Breithaupt, there was no need to think about it for long. He agreed to her proposal without knowing what awaited him. Janine looked at her watch, put her bag back on the desk, and sat down on the edge of the table. The student took about two minutes and just looked at him intensely.
Breithaupt sat bored on his chair and was happy. The ten agreed minutes were already running, and with every second that passed, the end approached. After some thinking time during which she observed him silently, she said, "Stand up!"
Breithaupt groaned as he pulled himself from his chair and stood next to his desk. To remain cool, he leaned on the edge of the table and put his hands in the deep pockets of his pants. The remaining eight minutes of her time he could also survive standing, but her next command woke him from his daydreams like a sledgehammer. Without any feeling she said, "Strip!"
Chapter 2
Struck by lightning, Breithaupt stood next to his desk and wondered whether he had understood her correctly. But the expression on the student's face revealed absolutely nothing. She sat still on her desk and only her eyes moved. They seemed somehow cold, even though she had nice brown eyes. When Mark didn't immediately start undressing as instructed, she repeated her demand more clearly: "You have to take your clothes off, you fat pig. Can't you hear at all?"
No, he couldn't hear poorly, but such an order from a student who was only slightly older than himself? Did she maybe want to see his hammer? She could get it, but he wasn't allowed to contradict her or touch her. Slowly and yet shyly, he pulled the T-shirt over his head and placed it deliberately slowly on his desk. He hoped the clock would move quickly enough that the remaining time would run out before he stood completely naked in front of her. But the time would never be enough to avoid it. Janine showed no reaction as Mark fumbled with the button of his short jeans. His fingers were trembling, and he wanted to waste time. She didn't seem to mind. For his boxers, however, she moved much faster. To prevent her from getting a clear view of his center, he quickly pulled them down, placed his hands over his best piece, and stepped out of the shorts, which he simply left on the floor.
Even the protective hands didn't bother the student, at least not that she said anything about it. Instead, she reached for her bag and removed the colored cloth she had fastened to its handle. With it in hand, she slid from her desk and slowly approached him. The student turned red as she stopped just a few centimeters in front of him. She stared intently into his eyes. Only then did she take a step sideways and pass by him. Breithaupt felt her body heat as she slowly passed only a few millimeters next to him. The next thing he noticed were her breasts, gently touching his back. Immediately, his sausage reacted to the touch and caused increased blood flow in his erectile bodies. Janine placed the cloth over his eyes and tied it at the back of his head. Her voice sounded directly next to his ear, and he heard, "Lie down on your desk."
Without moving his hands from his center, he sat on the edge of the table and leaned back. The student walked back to her desk and sat down again on its edge. The next instruction came only after a few seconds that seemed like an eternity to him. In his ears, he could hear the noise of his blood, which felt as if it was collecting exactly where he didn't want it to. The pants leg under his hands began to rise, which he certainly disliked. He heard her sly grin when she said, "Then let your little hammer slide through your fingers. You have experience with that, because otherwise no one ever was."
This couldn't be the seriousness of the student. He had to start self-pleasuring in front of her? What did she want? But he couldn't refuse. A contradiction would immediately end his deal, which he could simply not allow. Even worse was only that his little friend apparently found this situation very appealing. More and more blood gathered in his erectile bodies, and the student obviously had the best view of it. She began to encourage him and said loudly, "Faster, time is running out and I want to see your little spring spray."
But Mark already found it quite hard to endure now. He only slightly increased the speed while his head was already glowing red like a ripe tomato. This color was used by fire trucks, but didn't belong on a face. Janine gave him no choice. She had clearly made clear what she wanted to see. There was nothing wrong in understanding that. She wanted to see how he came to an orgasm here in the after-school detention room of the school and spurted his semen. Since he had to do everything within ten minutes and she demanded it, he had no other option left. With a bit more speed and a little more pressure on his best piece, he needed only a few seconds until the milky fluid shot through the room in a high arc. Since the student had already seen everything, he lay panting on the table and let his arms hang down on both sides. His penis still twitched as he laid it straight on his abdomen.
Janine looked at the clock; there were still two minutes left. What Breithaupt would have to accomplish in that time, the student already knew long before. She wanted to humiliate him once more and said to him, "Take off the blindfold and lick up your spurted dirt politely."
The student didn't believe his ears. Carefully, he sat up and pulled the cloth of the student from his head. Around him, he saw small spots that he had caused with his orgasm. He gave her a fierce look, but that disturbed Janine in no way. Instead, she grinned condescendingly at him and lectured, "Oh look! Always want to fuck women in the throat, but are too good to swallow your own dirt. Get on your fat knees and lick it up. In two minutes I want everything clean here, then you can disappear. On Monday I will get your assignment from today before school, and you're free of the audio recording."
Breithaupt hesitated for a few seconds before he almost in slow motion sank to his knees and stretched his head toward the floor. Angrily, he started licking up the first spot he had caused. Meanwhile, he was observed by the grinning student on her desk. If his head weren't already so red, she would have succeeded at this point. Nakedly kneeling in the room, the student licked his own semen from the floor. Spot by spot disappeared into his mouth until he had swallowed everything. Janine looked at the clock and smiled cheerfully, "I'll spare you the remaining few seconds; I'm nice like that. Go put your clothes on and disappear."
With a short movement, she jumped off her desk, took her bag, and collected her cloth. As soon as she had it in hand, she left the room laughing softly and left the school quickly. Breithaupt quickly slipped into his clothes, packed his things together, and went out. On his way home, his face only slowly regained a normal color. He hoped not to meet anyone who knew him on the street. For him, it felt as if everyone would immediately see what he had to do just a few minutes before to get rid of an audio document that would expose all his lies. As soon as he was at home, he simply dropped his things and fled into the bathroom. Immediately, he rinsed his mouth several times with water before taking off his clothes and going under the shower. The hot water gave him the feeling of washing away all the humiliations from the student. Only then did he realize that he still had to complete his assignment. He disposed of his clothes including the boxers in the trash. They bore the memory of this day, so they had to disappear.
He completed his assignment only on Sunday. His mother couldn't tell it from her son, who sat at his desk on Sunday and instead of using the mouse and keyboard wrote with a pen on a sheet of paper. She would have almost marked this day red in her calendar. Such a thing never happened before. Mark usually hid himself only from his computer and played some bloodthirsty games or watched porn online. She knew that quite precisely. The door to his room was then locked, but the moans from the movies were clearly audible.
The rest of the day, the student spent again with his games before he finally turned off the box late at night and went to bed. On Monday morning, he left the house unusually early. Actually, he never took time so seriously when he had to go to school. His mother smiled knowingly. Maybe he was slowly becoming a little calmer. At least she hoped that, but he just wanted to hand in the assignment to the student on time so this chapter in his life would end. Long before class began, he waited on the street for the student. He didn't want to be seen on the schoolyard as he handed her some sheets of paper. When she turned the last corner and spotted the fat student, she began to grin broadly. Of course, she knew that he wanted to get rid of the audio document. There was no doubt about it.
At the last moment, he pulled the pages from his pocket and gave them to the student. Janine flipped through the pages and casually looked at them until she said, "I don't really accept something hastily written, but the assignment is at least done. So our deal has been kept."
"Delete the crap now immediately," he demanded.
"Take it easy. It's Monday morning, you have to save your strength," she grinned and pulled out the recording device from her bag. Only to show him that it was also his recording, she let it play briefly, then turned it off and pressed the delete button in front of his eyes. "Satisfied?" she asked laughing.
"Yes," he said calmly, then fell back into his typical manner, "Never come up with such a stupid idea again you dumb slut. You won't survive another day, is that clear?"
Without waiting for an answer, he wanted to start heading toward the schoolyard so that no one would see him with the student, but she laughed, "Wait a second, you little pig. Don't break through the sound barrier, or maybe you want to be laughed at on the schoolyard later?"
"What do you want, you slut? The assignment is done and you have nothing left to pressure me with," he growled, a bit louder than he actually wanted.
Janine smiled at him, pulled her phone from her pocket, and showed him the screen. As a background image, he saw himself lying on the table with her cloth over his eyes and his cock in his hand. With a fake innocent tone, she asked, "Do you want to see the video as well? I took so much trouble to make sure everything is visible. Well, it would have been better to film while licking, but I couldn't just reset the phone like that."
Mark snatched the phone from her hand and tried to delete everything immediately. Janine only laughed, "Do you really think that's the original? That's just a copy; the original is on a server, and some copies are hidden in the internet. Do you want to get rid of it?"
"You delete it! Now immediately and on the spot," he demanded, and the vein on his neck came out. His blood pressure could have exploded this moment.
"Why should I?" she asked grinning. "We haven't made a deal yet, have we?"
Breithaupt could already imagine what she wanted, but with only ten minutes, he definitely wouldn't get out of this situation. She had tricked him again, and he was so foolish not to notice it. But how could he have noticed if his eyes were tied? The whole time, he hadn't seen her with the phone in her hand. Of course, he also didn't pay attention to it because her tasks were already bad enough. The picture and the video were worse than his audio document, and if anyone found out about them, he would be completely finished. His negotiation began with a maximum of five minutes without any technical devices that could record anything. The student could only sigh, took the phone from his hand and wanted to simply leave. He increased it to ten minutes without equipment, but Janine just gave him a brief look and demanded, "You don't really think you can get out of this with a few minutes. For this beautiful video, at least three years are due. Everything under three years I don't consider as a serious offer."
"Three years?" he asked completely shocked.
"At least," Janine offered as the lower limit. "Either you agree or this beautiful video appears on some phones in the school within half an hour. So, I'm listening?"
With his teeth clenched, he had to agree to her offer. With this video, he wouldn't only be finished at school but also with all employers, and it would take only a few hours until everyone had it as a copy on their mobile phones. By the evening, it would already be visible on some websites in the internet. He was clearly recognizable, because the student had made sure that he was perfectly in the picture when he masturbated for her. Janine gave him a condescending smile and told him the address 'Wiesenweg 12' where he had to find himself by 2 p.m. at the latest. With that, she left him standing and continued her way to school cheerfully. Mark was destroyed on the ground. He skipped the school visit for the day completely. Depressed, he went home and fell lifelessly into his chair. Three years he had to be available to this damned student and do what she wanted from him.
Janine entered the teachers' room of the school, wished a beautiful good morning, and then sat down cheerfully on a chair. She placed Mark Breithaupt's assignment clearly visible in front of her on the table and waited for her colleague Monica Bress. When she came in, she took the sheets and went to her. She handed her his assignment and whispered, "Breithaupt won't cause any more trouble. I vaccinated him on Saturday and by tomorrow at the latest he will apologize in all forms."
Bress looked at the pages in front of her. That was Breithaupt's handwriting, just like his notebooks and assignments when he actually participated. She asked Janine how she managed it, but she only smiled and said, "You have to keep a pig like Breithaupt in a stable, and on Saturday he had a small glimpse into this stable. That opened his eyes. I think he has finally understood it. If not, I'll make it clearer for him."