Afterschool Detention

Faith, a Scandinavian-featured, 33-year-old lass with skin almost “too white” for the progressive, multicultural school she was working at, was an eye-turning young lady, her 5’6’”-tall body curvy in all the right places and skinny in the others. Her pouty red lips and her long, straight, champagne-blonde hair were caught in a formal ponytail, like most mornings at school. Her long-sleeved, skin-hugging blouses outlined her DD-cup breasts wonderfully (breasts that were further ‘presented’ by the woman’s overworked bras) and her sexy skirts (that were always a little too short for a public high-school) drew the boys' horny looks to her juicy rear. Her sexy stilettos added to woman’s height, clicking seductively with each step she made across the classroom. If there was any late-bloomer in Miss Faith’s class, she had definitely sparked his sexual awakening by now.

The three African girls, Alyssa, Tiara and Jasmine, all 18 years of age, were best friends. Their dark complexion was complimented by their frizzy, dark hair. Jasmine had long dreadlocks, Alyssa had a puffy afro and Tiara had a shaven, bleach-blonde-dyed look, going for a more ‘queer-trendy’ vibe.

The young women’s tall, lean stature (each girl was over 6 feet tall and a member of both the high-school’s basketball AND volleyball team) was kept in perfect shape with rigorous exercise. They had all already locked athletic scholarships, their Spanish credits not of much use now.

Indeed, the three beautiful girls all had an athlete’s body, with strong thighs, hard, flat bellies, shapely booties and a strength that could snap Miss Faith’s delicate little neck like a twig. If only she didn’t wield all this power over them.

And it was a power she didn’t’ shy away from abusing. Miss Faith never let the ‘three little sluts’ (usually dressed in skin-tight leggings or sporty shorts and crop tops) get away with anything in her class. Sure, there were other Chatty Cathys in the classroom, too, but these three were usually the ones being penalized for talking during class or causing the slightest ruckus. Faith often anticipated the slightest excuse to bring down the hammer on these African hussies. She had never fully pinpointed what it was about them that made her so sadistic towards them. But the different color of their skin and their strong, almost Amazonian bodies, in contrast to her more feminine, fragile, pale-skinned bod, was probably what made Faith happy to make them miserable. The fact that either girl could pick the white lass up and toss her around, made wielding her power over them that much more enjoyable.

The faintest whisper coming from their lips, or the slightest misstep in their homework, was enough excuse for the teacher to ‘make an example’ of her three unruly students. Faith loved exerting her authority over them and it satisfied it her immensely to see the frustrated looks on their faces, whenever a new punishment was in store. She had made it a kind of game in her head, to see how far she could push their buttons and get away with it.

Well, that last instance was the straw that broke the camel's back. That very same day, during their enforced afterschool stay at the library, the girls came up with a plan to get back at their pesky teacher, Miss Faith.

The arrogant bitch would pay for all the indignities she had put them through...

The next day, the girls waited patiently for the whole day, tapping their feet in anxious anticipation. They were so excited and jittery for what was to follow they didn't utter a single pip. Faith was actually bewildered by their compliance during the class. Maybe she had actually molded the riled up ball-chasing saps into obedient students, the thought crossed her mind.

She'd discover she was mistaken.

After school was finally out, Alyssa and Tiara waited for Miss Faith outside the classroom. She approached them with her briefcase in hand, looking as stunning as always. The chest buttons on Faith’s white shirt were working overtime to not pop off by the pressure of her bosoms, her dark-blue blazer matching her short skirt. Half-transparent, dark pantyhose decorated her legs and a dark pair of heels her feet.

"What is it, you two? What trouble are you in now?” she asked them apprehensively, already annoyed at their presence. "Miss Faith, Jasmine has some...women's troubles in the restroom. Can you please come help?” they asked with sincere puppy eyes, while remaining vague. Sighing at the fact that she couldn’t just shake the brats off, the teacher followed them inside the women's restroom, while the large crowd of the rest of the students was heading home.

When she opened the door, Miss Faith saw Jasmine inside, but the girl was standing in the middle of the room, with her schoolbag on the floor next to her. Like her friends, she was dressed in her usual sporty attire, of skinny leggings and a skin-tight tank top. She didn’t appear in need of any help. "What is it Jasmine? We have homes to go to, you know...” Faith scolded the black brat, figuring this was a waste of time. Before turning to leave, she heard the door behind her close with an ominous slam, followed by then the sound of the key turning and locking it.

"We decided since you’ve taught us so much, that we oughta teach you something in return…” Jasmine let her words linger with a twisted smile. Before the puzzled 33-year-old blondie could utter a word, she was grabbed from behind by the other two girls! Alyssa handgagged the white woman firmly with both her dark-brown hands, stifling the incoming scream of surprise coming out of the white woman, while Tiara helped tackle the unsuspecting woman forwards to the floor. In an instant, Faith found herself pinned on the dirty restroom’s tiles with the two larger, younger girls over her.

"What the fuck are you doing!?! Let go of me at once!” Faiths groaned under the girls’ weight, as soon as she got her breathe back after the rough drop. She had enough of this bullshit, her teacher patter gone in a flash, if it was ever there.