The Math teacher
by Buster King



I was just about done with after-school sports practice. I was still feeling
alright, may be a little shaken from the rigours of practice. It was time to
go home. As I packed up and locked the sports room, I realized that the school
was truly deserted. I was the last to leave - well, almost the last. There is
always one teacher left who takes the keys from me to be handed over the next
morning to the sports teacher. Teachers take turns in doing this daily. But
today, I did not see the teacher in the usual place where they sit during
after hours school duty.

I started walking around the ground and after a while was betting irate as I
could not locate her. I did not even remember who was announced for duty
today. I started cursing her. The Indian summer was taking its toll and I had
sweated liters in my practice. I wanted to leave. Where is this woman?

I finally located the staff room which was still lighted and to my surprise,
it was my tenth grade Maths teacher. I was irritated and startled her by
asking "Where are you when you are supposed to be where?" and threw down the
key bunch in front of her.

She looked up and was clearly upset. Her eyes were staring as if she would
want to burn me with her looks. Icily she retorted, "Take that key bunch and
place it politely on the table, and withdraw your remarks!!"

This started me off again. "Oh yeah? What will happen otherwise?"

Her face became a mask, with no expression. She suddenly relaxed and said,
"Son, otherwise you will do a hundred sit-ups, and apologize anyway, after
which you can hardly walk for the next few days!!"

It was my turn to laugh. "Staying too late has softened your brains. Go get
some rest."

She sighed and got up. "Well, will you ever learn?? Let me teach you some
manners." She dashed too quick for me to the door and locked it. She inserted
the key into her cleavage visible under her red blouse. The flower-patterned
saree she undraped immediately to stand in a wrestler's pose. "Sorry son, your
lesson is about to begin."

She was slightly taller than my 5'8", probably around 5'10". Her thighs were
twice as large as mine, and were neither soft nor ripped, but a well-rounded
hardness showed in them. Her arms were in decent shape. She would probably be
around 170 lb to my 155 lb. But I definitely was lighter, and fitter, or that
was what I thought.

I rushed toward her to knock the wind off her, but she side-stepped and
tripped me down. I fell on the hard cement floor dazed. "Look who is soft!!"

This time I slowly advanced after getting up close to her. Her hand were
directed at my hips, and I was ready to grab them when I would be close to
touching her wrists. She suddenly rushed forward and gripped my trapezii in a
nerve hold. Her fingers started crushing my shoulder and suddenly I was in
unbelievable pain. I was stunned for that moment. She again utilized that
instant to tackle me down. I was on my back within seconds and her right leg
was on my chest. "Give up," she said.

"Buzz off, bitch!" I screamed and I tried to imbalance her by trying to get up
and also pulling her legs with my hands, but to avail. She was steady as a
rock!!! I could hardly move my torso anymore. Slowly, I also realized that she
was easily crushing my chest and wearing me out.

"Had enough, you idiot?" she asked and continued, "This is how you end up if
you challenge an ex-club-wrestler!!"

She bent over and punched my solar plexus so hard I felt that my lungs vented
more air than what was already outside. That sealed it. I was conquered by
this lady.

"Well, looks like you have lost, so lets get on with the punishment for you.
Obey me or else...."

Did I have a chance? I mutely got up and said, "I am sorry, please let me go.
I apologize."

"Too late, sonny boy!!" she said. "We will not be very long, but I want you to
learn to respect elders and not treat them any time in the future like what
you did today!!"

She crushed my trapezii again. I felt like my shoulders were going to pulp. I
didn't even realize how long I had screamed before she had let me go. I could
not even shake my houlders any more.

"Extend your hand palm facing down!" Though I knew what was to come, I hardly
resisted. I remembered the times when I was in her class and we used to fear
her punishments so much.

She had two rulers in her hand held firmly together. She brought down the edge
on my hand and I felt as if thunder struck me. I yelled so hard my voice
sounded squeaky. Four more shots on the back of each palm and I was already
crying and my hands were trembling.

She then took my fingers in her hands in a test of strength grip and started
bending them back. I resisted but I did not even feel like I was resisting.
She bent my fingers back in no time and had me screaming for long. I almost
felt my fore-arm tendons give way to her force.

After relieving my fingers, she went for my biceps and squeezed them to pulp.
I could hardly bend my arms any more. Should I even describe the pain??

She then carefully pulled my pants and underpants down but did not take them
off. She slapped my inner thighs to separate my legs. Her blows were lighter
but they stung on the inner thighs' sensitive skin.

She said, "After I am done, you will finish a 100 sit-ups as we agreed. I have
enough work to do and you probably understand why my husband and son dare not
question me about my late coming!!"

Before I could even nod, she brought up her knee suddenly and brutally into my
groin. I felt suddenly as if I was thuderstruck!! My belly felt like it was
pulverised to jelly, and my head was reeling!! I was about to fall down but
she was holding my wrists so I only moved a little distance behind. She
brought up her leg again very quickly and her shin caught my balls solid
hard!! I passed out from the pain.

When I woke up, it was about 15 mins gone by. My body was racked with pain and
I sobbed for a while. She was still seated there and watching me. I slowly
picked myself up and stood and pulled my dress together. Without a word, I
counted the 100 sit-ups as she started correcting tests. Needless to say, I
barely managed past 70 after which I could hardly get up. She realized I was
not going to make the rest and said, "Well, your lesson is well lreant I
guess, but I can not afford to let you go without compensating for the 30!"

I was totally broken at this stage and begged relief from her. I sobbed enough
to break a man's heart, but she said, "You never heed warnings and so will I
heed your pleas!!"

She was holding a pencil in her hand and I was confused. What will she do?
Shove it behind me? Poke my arm?

Was I ever more wrong? She put the pencil between my right index and middle
fingers like people hold cigarrettes and pushed it all the way down to the
base of the fingers. She held the open end with her left hand to close it.
With her right hand fingers gripping the outer sides of the base of the two
fingers, she started to squeeze them together.

Oh my God!! The pain was worser than getting my balls kicked. She squeezed
them very hard and then without loosening her grip, started to slightly move
the fingers up and down. The pain was beyond comparison now. It felt like my
brain was getting shock waves. I screamed until I could no more do so and
almost passed out when she just relieved me. I do not even remember how long I
waited at the school and cried from the pain.

Slowly, my body and mind broken, I walked back home, humiliated and punished
by this strong lady.

It took me days to recover from all the pain back to normal.