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Mrs. Gemma Waterson

Gemma calmly stood and circled around to the front of her desk, a stack of graded papers in her hands. She slowly snaked her way between the rows of desks, depositing tests on the student's desks, her heels clacking against the tiled floor of the class room. She could feel the eyes of the students on her as she made her way around the room. Some were watching her anxiously, unsure how they had performed on the mid-term exam, others, mostly the male population watched her for other reasons. Perhaps because of the way her tight white blouse hugged her chest, or the way her long, skirt hugged her hips, or perhaps it was simply the way her crimson red lips seemed to always be pursed somewhat seductively.

Mrs. Waterson was used to both types of looks. She'd always had a bit of a reputation for a being a hard ass, a reputation that was certainly deserved. And she was certainly no stranger to being stared at by teenage boys, or full grown men for that matter. She was okay with both. More than okay, actually.

As she delivered the last exam, she paused for a moment to give the student a long look. The grade on the test was an F. And the student wasn't just any student, she was Gemma's niece. Her sister's daughter. Gemma wasn't pleased with the girl's effort and she intended to show her niece just how not pleased. At the top of the test was a note in bright red, 'Please see me after class.' Turning her back to the girl, the teacher strutted back to the front of the class and took a seat behind her desk.

"For those of you who did well, congratulations," she stated in a cold voice. "For those of you who did not do well, this had better be a wake up call for you. I suggest you make some adjustments and make them quick. For those wishing to get a jump start on the second half of the semester, I have provided you with a list of materials that you could read during your spring break."

Before Gemma could continue, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. She paused long enough to allow the ringing to stop then dismissed the students. As the teenagers began to pack up their books and papers and file out, Gemma let her eyes drift to her niece.
 
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For the entire class Jayne had had one eye on the stack of papers on the edge of teachers desk. Her teacher in this class wasnt just another teacher it was her Auntie, Auntie Gemma, and Jayne knew that her mom would know her grade as soon as Auntie Gemma had the chance to tell her. Finally it came to the end of the class and she watched as she took the stack of papers and started handing them out.

She watched her snaking up and down the aisles seeing everyone else getting there papers. And then hers was on her desk right in front of her eyes. She saw the bright red grade and she instantly went as red as the ink that had been used to write on the front of it. Reaching and turning the paper over so she didnt have to look for it.

The bell rang and all around her she heard the sound of her classmates getting up grabbing there bags putting there things away and leaving the class room. Jayne reached down for her bag under her desk pulling it up she started putting her things in her bag but remained sat down until the last of her classmates left.

She watched as her teacher, her auntie walked over to the classroom door and closed it.
 
The click of the door closing seemed to echo through the room as Gemma turned around to face her neice who was still seated at her desk. A stern expression firmly in place, the redhead slowly began to walk toward Jayne, the clacking of her shoes echoing much the way the door had. When Gemma finally reached the center of the classroom where her neice waited, she stopped next to the young woman's desk, towering over her.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Jayne," she said, her voice calm, but cold. She paused for a long moment, letting the comment sink in. "I know that it is always difficult when you switch schools in the middle of the year, but your mother assured me that you were an excellent student. I can't help but think that you aren't devoting the appropriate amount of time to your school work, or at least, not to my class."

Gemma paused again, this time she reached down and placed a hand on the back of her neice's neck. "I think it would be best if you started staying after school for some private lessons," she suggested. "How do you feel about that?"
 
As soon as the door clicked shut Jayne looked up, "Please dont tell mom, please"

She watched her auntie, her teacher walk over and she just looked down at the desk. Only looking back up after she had stopped. "If I do the private lessons, do you promsie not to tell mom?" Jayne looked up at her auntie asking.
 
As Gemma stared down at her niece , she couldn't help but appreciate how attractive the girl was, the way her hair framed her delicate face, the way her firm, pert breasts rose and fell as she spoke, the way her eyes pleaded. It was all so deliciously innocent, and yet it conjured such naughty thoughts in the redhead's mind.

"I really think it would be best if your mother understood that you are having problems, that way can help monitor your study habits at home," Gemma stated as she let her hand fall away from Jayne's neck. The teacher took a few steps toward her own desk, her back to the young woman before turning back to face her.

"If it's really that important to you that she not know..." Gemma pretended to be considering the girl's request. "If you can demonstrate to me that you are committed to improving your performance, then I suppose there would be no reason to trouble your mother. Meet me here after last bell and we'll start your instruction this afternoon."

As Gemma once again turned her back to Jayne and started toward the front of the classroom she smiled to herself at the thought of giving her young niece some personal instruction.
 
She heard her aunt speak and covered her face with her hands groaning as she knew all her mom would do would be to punish her more.

She heard her aunt walk back, heard her heels on the classroom floor and then she sat up and turned around to face her aunt, "How, how can I do that?" she asked.

She watched as her aunt and her teacher paced from the back to the front of the classroom. "I will do anything, anything if you dont tell my mom" Jayne said watching and following her aunt, her teacher as she walked around the room.
 
Gemma dismissed her neice after instucting her to return after the last bell of the day, then sat down at her desk and took a few moments to prepare for her next class. She found it difficult to focus properly on the notes in front of her however, her thoughts consistently drifting to Jayne. Lovely, young Jayne, with her long blond braids and her firm, budding breasts, her thin waist, and slender hips. Her rosebud of a mouth, and her sparkling eyes, it was all so delicious, so enticing. And for the next several hours, it was virtually all Gemma could think about.

Eventually the time finally came, the final bell of the school day ringing loudly through the halls, followed quickly by the sounds of students bursting forth from classrooms, voices rising in excitement at the prospect of being free for the rest of the day. Gemma watched as her students filed out of the room, then carefully rose from her desk and walked to the back of the classroom where a plain wooden door had remained closed all day.

Slipping a small key from a pocket in her skirt, she unlocked the door and pushed it open to reveal a small storage room full of books and other supplies. A single student desk say in the middle of the room with a light directly above it. Leaving the door ajar, Gemma returned to her desk to await the arrival of her neice.
 
Jayne nodded as she heard her aunt, her teacher tell her to come back after last class. All through it she couldnt concentrate as she wanted to get back to make sure she would not tell her mom.

The final bell ringing Jayne packed up and made her excuses to her friends who were leaving and walked back the opposite way down the corridor saying she had left something in the previous class. She was shaking as she walked up to her aunts classroom.

She looked up and down the corridor she could hear the screams of her fellow students leaving for the day but she looked at the door reaching up and knocking on it.
 
"Come in and have a seat," Gemma said after opening the door to the classroom and stepping aside to allow Jayne to pass through the entrance. As the attractive young teen made her way into the room, the teacher couldn't help but allow her gaze slide down to the girl's backside, which swayed slightly as she walked.

"Just so you don't have to worry about any distractions, why don't you use the desk in the back room?" Gemma suggested, pointing toward the door at the back of the class. "Go ahead and have a seat and I'll join you in a moment."

With one last glance at her neice, the redhead turned and locked the door to the classroom so that they wouldn't have to worry about being disturbed. Then satisifed that they would be alone, she made her way to the back of the room.
 
Jayne smiled up at her aunt as she answered the door and stepped back into her classroom. Watching as her aunt and her teacher walked past her. She listened to her and glanced back at the room in the back seeing the one desk set up in there and grabbing her bag from the desk she had put it on she walked past all the desk and towards the back room.

"Is this going to take long? Mom will wonder why I am not home soon" Jayne said as she put her things down sitting down on the chair as she looked up at her aunt as she walked into the little back room.
 
"How long this takes depends directly on how you apply yourself," Gemma explained as she joined her niece in the small room, leaning against a book shelf next to the small desk. "I'm sure you can think of something to tell your mother, unless of course, you would prefer I call her myself and explain the situation..."

As the redhead waited to see how Jayne would respond, she reached up and unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse, pulling the shirt open at the top of her chest.
 
"No. No. Please dont call mom" Jayne said as she watched her aunt. All of a sudden she saw her undoing the top two buttons of her blouse. She watched her and then she glanced up at her aunt and her teacher. "Why arent we in the classroom?" She asked.

Sitting back in the chair looking over at her aunt she now had her shirt much more open then it was. "what are you doing?" Jayne asked as she sat forward her elbows on the desk.
 
"I thought perhaps you would be able to focus more effectively back here where you won't be disturbed," Gemma explained as she circled around behind her niece. "Clearly, focusing on the task at hand isn't easy for you, otherwise you would be less worried about what I'm doing and more worried about your school work."

"Let's try a little exercise that should help you clear your mind so that you can apply yourself to your work," Gemma suggested as she placed her hands on Jayne's shoulders. "First, I want you to close your eyes. Next, I would like you to imagine a plain white piece of paper. No words, no lines...just white."

As Gemma spoke her voice softened slightly and slowed, becoming more soothing. At the same time, the redhead began to gently massage the teenager's shoulders and the base of her neck, "Keep picturing that plain white piece of paper and begin to slow your breaths. Take long, deep breaths through your nose, always thinking about that paper, that empty white paper."
 
"Yes Miss"

Jayne spoke softly as she just looked ahead even though she could hear her aunt walking and circling around the desk that she now sat at. She was a little surprise as she heard the instructions she was given.

She jumped a little at the touch of her aunts hand on her shoulders but then relaxed and as her aunt, her teacher, instructed she closed her eyes. She thought of a piece of white paper, she could see it in her mind and then she felt her aunt rubbing her.

For a second the piece of paper disappeared but then the rubbing of her aunts hands started to feel good and she relaxed once more her eyes closed as she relaxed in her seat thinking only of the piece of paper.

The hands on her felt warm and soft and Jayne felt herself almost slumping back in the seat as she started breathing long and deep and she felt the fingers suddenly feel very good as they massaged her neck. All the time all Jayne could think of was a plain white piece of paper.
 
Standing behind the seated girl, her hands now firmly massaging Jayne's shoulders and neck, Gemma allowed herself to focus on the sight of her niece's chest rising and falling with each deep breath. She was sure that the teenager's breasts were at least C cups, and while she hadn't yet seen them in they flesh, she imagined they were perky and perfect in a way that only eighteen year old breasts could be.

"Okay, now, with your mind completely clear of all distractions," Gemma said as she placed a short quiz in front of Jayne, "I want you to answer the questions on this test. You know the material, you just need to keep your focus."

After placing the test in front of her niece, the redheaded teacher let her hands return to the teenager's shoulders. "But, remember this, if you make a mistake on any of these questions, I will have to punish you."
 
Jayne heard the sound of paper being placed on the desk in front of her and opened her eyes. She saw a single sheet of paper with half a dozen questions on it. A pen lay across the piece of paper. Jayne reached for it though she shuddered as the warm hands of her teacher and aunt rubbed at her shoulders.

She took hold of the pen and pulled the paper towards her a little leaning over just slightly to read it as she clicked open the pen she started to write all the time the hands kept rubbing her shoulders.

"I'm not sure I know all of this miss," Jayne said as her eyes flicked over the questions. She tried to write but found herself shuddering more and more at the touch of the fingers on her shoulders. At one point she found herself sitting back just to enjoy the massage that she was getting though Jayne felt a little confused as she thought this was supposed to be detention.
 
"You should know all of this, Jayne. I've been over all of it multiple times in class," Gemma's voice was sugary sweet, almost as if she was talking to a baby. Then without explanation, she pulled her hands away from her niece's shoulders and stepped around to stand in front of the desk, staring down at the young blonde.

"Are you telling me that you haven't been paying attention to my lessons?" the sweetness was gone from the teacher's voice now. Her eyes were cold as they locked on to the teenager's eyes. "Perhaps I've judged you incorrectly, my dear. Perhaps I need to try a different tactic to get your attention."

Gemma turned her back to her neice and stepped over to a small drawer against the wall, "Stand up! Now move around in front of the desk and face the back of the room." There was no ecquivocation in Gemma's voice. She expected to be obeyed.
 
"I...I have been paying attention" Jayne protested, "I just dont know". She said as her aunt and her teacher moved around in front of her and then watched as she walked over to the wall.

She sighed as she was told to get up and eventually she put the pen back on the paper, standing she walked around the front of the desk and turned so she was facing the back of the room. She stared straight ahead and for a few seconds there was silence until she heard the heel of her teacher on the floor of the room. Jayne stood there, staring straight ahead her hands down by her side.
 
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