Miss Parker
By A.J. Brown
An arm-wrestling match changes two lives drastically


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It was definitely safe to say that Miss Parker was the most popular teacher in
the school. In a high-school where most of the teachers were in their 40's and
50's Miss Parker was the youngest of the bunch at 27 years of age. Her young
age was a big reason the art teacher was so popular since she was also single
and still liked to do things a lot of women in their mid- twenties do so she
could relate well to the students. Miss Parker's relationship with all of her
students was very casual, some parents might have thought the relationship was
too casual, as the students would joke around with her and she would joke
around with them back and sometimes the fun would get to a point that parents
would have thought that it was not quite appropriate, even though all of her
students were high school seniors. However, Miss Parker was so well liked
among all of her students that no one would dare to anything to jeopardize her
job because they all liked her so much and also because if anyone did anything
to get her in trouble that student would face such resentment from all of her
other students that it would make the rest of their days in school quite
unpleasant.

Nate sat in the back of art class as Miss Parker walked in the door with the
big smile she always carried on her face about ready to start class. Although
Nate, the 18-year-old high school senior, liked Miss Parker he definitely
didn't like her as much as everyone else did. She was always real nice to
Nate, as she was to everyone, but Nate was a quiet student who really didn't
have any friends so when art class got laid back and everyone started having
fun, laughing, and joking around with her he couldn't be part of the fun so he
just felt left out. Nate preferred the dry, 55-year- old math teacher, who
maintained order in the classroom and who made the class no fun so Nate was
not reminded of how unpopular he was. However, Miss Parker was still nice to
him and always gave him good grades so overall he liked her.

It was a spring day and it was probably the warmest day of the year so far and
when Miss Parker walked in the classroom she wore a spring dress and a white
tank-top that although it was business-casual, it was very borderline
something that a teacher should not be wearing to school. When Nate took a
look at her in that outfit he was sure that the thought that crossed his mind
was going through every other guy in the classrooms mind at that time as well
- Miss Parker was hot! Everyone knew her boobs were big but this shirt showed
that they were enormous. It also showed off her fit looking upper body. With
the spring dress on Nate was also able to check out Miss Parker's good looking
legs and he could also see her sexy feet with the open-toed shoes she was
wearing. She walked to her desk with a big smile on her face. She wore her
beautiful, curly, black hair down that day and the nerdy looking glasses she
was wearing made her look even hotter.

Nate assumed that every guy in the room was thinking about Miss Parker's
breasts but one male student apparently noticed another physical feature about
her. "Damn Miss Parker" Mike, one of the students, said. "I never noticed but
you have strong looking arms."

Miss Parker laughed out loud. "Ha-ha, yeah I do" she replied with a full
smile. "My dad is a body builder so I have a strong upper body too. When I go
to the gym I like to work out my arms because most guys don't expect a woman
like me to have strong arms. I always thought it would be funny if I
arm-wrestled some of you hot-shot, macho guys in the room and beat you. That
might quiet some of your young male egos. Ha-ha!" After she said that Miss
Parker made a muscle. For an attractive woman she surely had a large bicep.

"You should try it then" Mike said excitedly. "You should arm-wrestle one of
the guys in here. I bet you could beat Nate!" Mike pointed at Nate and as all
eyes in the room went on him Nate felt his face get beat red.

Miss Parker looked at Nate with a smile. "Well I really doubt I actually have
a stronger arm than any of you boys" Miss Parker said meaning it. "But I did
always think it would be a fun thing to try. What do you say Nate? Why not? It
will be fun!"

Nate knew with certainty that he did not want to do this. Being an unpopular
student any kind of attention that was on him was always bad and this was
definitely not the kind of attention he wanted. No matter what the result was,
win or lose, somehow the cruel students in his senior class would find a way
to make fun of him for this for at least a day for it. But he looked at all
eyes on him and there was too much pressure from his peers to accept this
challenge so he had no choice but to say "OK." He stood up and sheepishly
walked to Miss Parker's desk and she put her elbow on her desk in the
arm-wrestling position with a big inviting smile. Nate was so angry at Miss
Parker at that point. He knew that deep down inside she was a nice, caring
woman, and that she had no intention whatsoever to embarrass him so he was not
mad about that. What made Nate irate inside was that Miss Parker was so much
of an airhead she did not realize how much she was embarrassing him right now.
She was too dopey to realize that he was the nerd of the class and she just
thought that all of the students were friends and that he found this as
amusing as her and the rest of the students did. Everyone in that classroom
knew that was untrue except for Miss Parker.

Nate sat down at her desk and locked hands with Miss Parker's. They both
squeezed tightly. It felt weird locking hands in a test of strength with a
grown woman who had been teaching and mentoring him all year. He could feel
every eye in the class on him like sting rays. He was mortified but he still
knew that he was a grown 18-year-old man and that she was a woman and as long
as he won this match it would not be nearly as devastating to the rest of his
week as it would be if he lost.

Mike said "go" and the arm-wrestling match began. Nate could immediately feel
the strength of her bicep as she began pushing down his arm and feeling his
weaker arm be controlled by this woman who had been just a sweet lady to him
all year was an extremely weird feeling that he could not describe. Nate
pushed with his life trying to bring Miss Parker's arm back to the neutral
position but his noodle-arm could not do so to the older woman with a stronger
arm. Nate's bicep began to really hurt as Miss Parker overpowered him and
ultimately brought his hand down to hit the desk. Miss Parker's victory,
Nate's enormous loss. He looked up and saw every one of the 20 or so students
in the room begin laughing hysterically. He felt his face get beat red, he
felt sweat developing in every part of his body, he felt his body begin to
shake, and his eyes even felt like they were tearing up a little bit. When
Miss Parker first challenged Nate he knew it would be a humiliating experience
but until it actually happened he had no idea of the magnitude the humiliation
would be. He felt like he was in the worst nightmare possible. He looked
around at everyone laughing and then looked at Miss Parker laughing as well,
totally oblivious thinking that Nate was part of all of the fun, not the
victim of it.

Nate stood up and walked back to his desk and every eye in the room was on
him. The embarrassment was too much and he felt his eyes fill up with tears
even more. If Miss Parker had been able to see his face at that point she
would have realized that she humiliated him, apologized, and stopped all of
his classmates from laughing at him. But his back was turned to her and the
only ones that could see his teary eyes were all of his cruel classmates that
were pointing and laughing at him. Before Nate sat back down at this desk he
made sure to wipe the tears clear from his eyes. Although Miss Parker was his
teacher she was also an attractive young woman and he decided he did not want
her to see him crying. Class time began and Miss Parker calmed the rowdy
students but throughout the class they continued to discreetly stare at Nate
and snicker at him.

The bell rang signaling that class was over and Nate knew that he had
definitely not seen the end of the banter he was going to receive for his loss
but he was at least relieved that he was going to be able to get of that room
full of students who had seen him lose. He walked through the halls to his
locker and he could tell that the news was spreading quickly. Hundreds of
students in the hallways were staring at him and laughing at him.

"Get beat by your mean teacher?" he heard a voice tease.

Another student pushed him. "Why don't you go get Miss Parker to protect you?"
the student laughed. Nate had to walk through the halls to his next class with
hundreds of students all laughing at him. Nate had never been popular but now
he was officially the number one joke of the entire school. He hurried to his
next class and dealt with all of the cruel students laughing at him until the
bell rang to start class. It was only 5 minutes between classes but that 5
minutes seemed like an eternity.

The bell rang to end class and Nate had another 5 minutes of hell in front of
him. It was even worse this time. As he walked through the long hallways it
seemed that every student in the school had made some kind of pact to devote
their day to pick on Nate. Students laughed at him and flexed their biceps
mocking his weak arm. Students pushed him, spit at him, and threw things at
him. All of the sudden little Missy Jackson, who was the senior class
president, a petite and very attractive 5'1 girl with blond hair stood in
front of him. Throughout high school Nate had a crush on Missy but she never
knew who he was and never said a word to him. Now she spoke her first words to
him. Missy made a little fist and said "I hear you're weaker than girls are.
Get on your knees right now and lick the ground." Nate had no doubt that he
was a lot stronger than Missy but she had everyone in the school at her back
now and he had no choice but do get on his knees and do what she said.
Everyone roared with laughter as Nate liked the nasty, dirty floor of the
hallway. Missy laughed, spit on him, and walked away and numerous other
students spit on him as well. Nate got to his feet and made it to math class.

It was still 2 minutes before class was going to start and as Nate sat at his
desk the students who were already in the classroom were crowded around him
giving him a hard time. Nate could not take it anymore and he started crying.
He wasn't just teary eyed now like he was right after his defeat but he
started all out bawling, crying harder and louder than he had since he was 4
years old. Mr. Baxter, the 55-year-old gray haired math teacher entered the
room and saw the scenario.

"What is going on?!" Mr. Baxter shouted and all of the students quickly
cleared to their desks. Mr. Baxter saw the tears pouring down Nate's face.
"What on earth is the matter?" Mr. Baxter asked Nate. Nate was Mr. Baxter's
best student and he couldn't bear to see Mr. Baxter see him crying like this
so he buried his face in the desk. "Somebody tell me what's going on!" Mr.
Baxter shouted and no one responded. "Tell me what you people did to him.
NOW!!!!"

Finally a student spoke up. "Miss Parker beat him in arm-wrestling" one of the
quieter female students said. "People have been making fun of him all day for
it."

"Teachers should not be arm-wrestling students!" Mr. Baxter shouted angrily.
"Now all of you take out your books and I don't want to hear another word
about this." The students were now scared and they stopped picking on Nate for
the time being. But Nate knew once this class was over that people were going
to say that he ratted out their favorite teacher, even though he didn't, and
that thing were going to get much worse. Math class ended and the rest of the
day consisted of Nate getting teased, shouted at, and spit on between classes.
Things calmed down every time he got into a classroom but walking from class
to class for the rest of that day was torturous. He had to hide in a bathroom
stall for his entire lunch period because he knew he would not survive in the
cafeteria. Finally the day ended and Nate was able to go home. As he walked
home from school it really sunk in that this had been the worst day of his
life. Was he going to tell his parents about it when he got home for comfort?
Absolutely not. Having to admit to his two parents that he had been beaten in
arm- wrestling but a woman was not something he wanted to do. He didn't want
them knowing how weak he was. He would go home and try and forget about it
before he inevitably had to face it again the next day.

The next day when Nate went into school it was not what he expected. He had
prepared himself for more of what he endured the previous day - the teasing,
the spitting, the pushing. He almost felt like he was ready for it. When he
got to school he definitely did not receive a warm welcome but it was not what
he expected either. Instead of aggressively picking on Nate all of the
students were quietly staring at him. Some of them were mumbling and
whispering. He was extremely confused as to what was going on until he thought
he faintly heard a student say that Miss Parker had been fired. Is that really
what he heard? No. It was impossible. Miss Parker was the most popular teacher
in the school. There was no way that she would have been fired for a friendly
arm-wrestling match. Especially since it wasn't like Nate had gone home and
complained to his parents. He didn't tell anyone! He must have just been
hearing things.

Nate sat in his homeroom class while the homeroom teacher took attendance for
the day. Students still stared at Nate with a weird look but he still wasn't
receiving the abuse he had received the previous day. Morning announcements
began and apparently the first announcement was going to be an urgent one from
the principal. Nate had a very eerie feeling about what the urgent
announcement was going to be and he quickly felt his palms sweating and he
felt himself getting very nauseous.

"Miss Parker has been dismissed" the principal said over the low speaker which
felt much like a kick in the balls to Nate. All of the student stared at him.
"She has been fired for aggressive behavior towards a student and humiliation
of a student. We strive to make this a pleasant and positive environment for
our students and that type of behavior by any staff or faculty will not be
tolerated. Therefore effectively immediately Miss Parker is no longer a
teacher at this school." No one said a word but Nate could hear their minds
telling him what they thought of him at that moment. "Furthermore" the
principal continued "no one better lay a finger on or say a word to Nathan
Metcalfe regarding this. Any student giving doing any such thing to Nathan
will be suspended indefinitely." Nate felt his face get beat red because of
all the extra attention that was now drawn to him with his name being
mentioned but after the hell he endured the previous day he realized that he
did need this protection.

As the rest of the announcements finished and all of the students in the
classroom gave Nate the evil-eye he found himself getting more and more
frustrated. Why did she have to be fired? Nate was upset at what Miss Parker
did but he definitely did not want her to be fired over it. The worst part and
the most unfair part in Nate's mind was that every student in the school now
blamed him for what happened and it wasn't his fault - it was theirs. Nate did
not tell a single soul what happened but every other student in the school had
taken it upon themselves to broadcast it as much as possible. Of course the
word was going to get around to the wrong people. Mr. Baxter could have easily
been the one to bring the news to the proper authorities or any other teacher
in the school for that matter because by the end of the day anyone who had
stepped a foot in that school would have heard about it. They had made the
very costly mistake of blabbing it to everyone and now they were placing the
blame on the one person who had kept his mouth shut - Nate. That was how
unfair high school was and that was why Nate had hated every day of his 4
years there and could not wait to get out. But with this happening his last
few months as a senior were going to be his toughest yet. There was only one
thing he could do to save himself and that was to march down to the
principal's office immediately and get Miss Parker her job back.

Nate received a lot of ugly stares on the way to the principal's office but
they did not bother him now. He was about to be a here and reverse the
situation and all the hatred for him would go away. He imagined when he was
able to get Miss Parker her job back that the students would stop teasing him
as well.

Nate sat in front of Principal Willis in his office. "I didn't mind that Miss
Parker arm-wrestled me at all" Nate said with such conviction that he almost
believed it himself. "It didn't hurt me in the least bit and it didn't
embarrass me at all. She's a real strong woman and I even thought it was kind
of fun." After the last sentence came out of Nate's mouth he realized that it
probably would have been more effective if he had just said that he let her
win but it was too late for that now.

"I appreciate you coming to defend Miss Parker" Willis replied. "But how you
feel about it isn't nearly as important as the fact that she did it. The point
is that she COULD have hurt you and she COULD have humiliated you greatly. If
that had happened this school would be in a huge mess which I don't ever want
to deal with or ever take the slightest risk of dealing with." Hearing Willis
say this made Nate so incredibly angry how ungrateful everyone in this school
was for him not turning this into a much bigger problem. There was no
appreciation whatsoever. "Miss Parker was given specific training on what is
acceptable and unacceptable behavior" Willis continued. "She knew what she did
was grounds for immediate dismissal and now she must own up to that." Nate had
no rebuttal and he had no choice but to leave Willis' office unsuccessful in
his mission.

After Nate failed in his deed he walked through the hallways to his first
class it hit him what he should have said and he became livid with himself for
not thinking of it sooner or at least not waiting a little while to talk to
Willis before he really prepared his story. He realized that he should have
just denied the entire thing. The entire school had heard about it but the
only real witnesses were himself, the students who were actually in that
classroom, and Miss Parker. All of those witnesses would have wanted Miss
Parker to get her job back, especially Miss Parker, and not a single one would
have called Nate out on his lie if he just told Willis that it never happened
and it was just some mean rumor a couple of the students started. But
hindsight is always 20/20 and when Nate thought about going back to Willis and
saying that, he was depressed to admit that it was not an option anymore.

Nate dealt with a lot of dirty looks throughout the rest of the day but that
was the extent of it. Willis' warning on the announcements that no harm could
come to Nate was being strictly enforced. The staff and faculty were no
dummies. They had all seen what kind of abuse Nate was taking the previous day
and they did not want it to get any worse now that Miss Parker had been fired.
The teachers would stand near Nate until class began. They were in high school
so they didn't have hall monitors usually but they actually had one of the
lunch monitors follow behind Nate in the halls making sure he was left alone.
The worst part was at lunch. Normally Nate always ate by himself because he
didn't have any friends but today they actually had a lunch monitor, a
gray-haired, overweight woman sit next to Nate in the cafeteria as he ate.
Nate went through the day safe from bullying but the faculty at his high
school that day ensured that he would go down as the biggest dork in school
history.

The school day ended and Nate began walking down the street that led him home.
He wished he had a car like all of the other students so he didn't have to
walk. As he walked down the empty back road he saw an attractive girl ahead of
him. The girl's hair was in a ponytail and she wore a white t-shirt and soccer
shorts. She looked in excellent shape and she had large boobs. Nate didn't
figure that this girl went to his high school because he didn't recognize her
and he figure looked much better than that of a high school girl so he figured
she was probably a college student. The girl just stood there looking at him
and Nate walked closer. Being in the presence of an attractive girl that
didn't know about Nate's embarrassing life cheered him up a little. He walked
closer to the girl and she walked closer to him and it wasn't until she came
right up on him and already grabbed his wrist tightly that he realized it
wasn't a girl at all but it was Miss Parker. Everyday at school Miss Parker
had been dressed up nicely with her hair down and now that she was wearing
just casual gym clothes with her hair in a ponytail it made her look 7-8 years
younger. Between that and the fact that she wasn't wearing her glasses Nate
did not recognize her at all until he was right next to her. Miss Parker now
had her strong hand squeezed tightly around Nate's wrist and his attempt to
break free and run did not work because she was so much stronger than him. He
tried to scream but when she saw what he was about to do she sealed his mouth
with her other strong hand. She pushed Nate along the street a little bit then
opened the driver side door to her little green Honda Accord and shoved him
into the driver's seat. She then kicked him across into the passenger seat,
jumped in the driver's seat, closed the door and then picked up a pair of
handcuffs off the floor and handcuffed his left wrist to her right before he
could make an attempt to run. "Don't try jumping out of the car or you are
just going to make both of us get in a major accident" Miss Parker said as she
started the car and started to drive away.

"Where are you taking me?" Nate asked in complete fear.

"You are going to be severely punished for making me lose my job" Miss Parker
said to Nate like he was a child.

"You are going to get in so much trouble for this!" Nate screamed and his eyes
began to water up. "Abusing a student like this! Boy, you are going to be in
so much trouble!"

Miss Parker just laughed at Nate's threat. "Student?" she chuckled. "I think
you're forgetting that I am not a teacher anymore. I know you're 18 years old
so you are a legal adult now Natey-boy. This is just a case of two adults. And
if you want to go to the police and tell them you are being abused by a sweet
little lady like me you go ahead and try that and see how much luck you have."

Nate thought about what she said and knew she was right. Plan A to get free
had failed so now he had to try Plan B. He hoped Plan B was going to work
because the only plan left was trying to beat her up which he didn't feel too
confident about. "It wasn't even my fault" Nate screamed and he was crying
now. "I didn't tell a fucking soul. The people to blame are every other
student in that goddamn class. They told the entire fucking school! That's how
you got found out!!"

"Stop your crying!" Miss Parker snapped back. "Your fucking crying is what got
me fired. Mr. Baxter saw you crying like a fucking pussy and that was the ammo
they needed to prove that I had harmed you. If it weren't for your crying I'd
still have a job."

"But they still ... " before Nate had a chance to continue his protest Miss
Parker smacked him hard on the wrist like he was a child. It hurt and it shut
him up right away.

"Don't talk back to me" she ordered. "When this is all done you are going to
learn to show respect." Miss Parker pulled into her driveway and turned off
the car. She took the handcuffs off Nate, got out of the car, and walked to
the passenger side door. Nate didn't even know where he was so he decided
trying to escape would not be a good idea. She opened the passenger door,
grabbed Nate's wrist again, and pulled him out of the car. He tried to resist
but he long, slender, womanly hands were too strong and she pulled him up the
driveway into her small house.

When they got inside Miss Parker swung Nate onto the couch and then sat down
next to him. She threw his flimsy body over her knee, undid his pants, and
pulled down his pants and his tighty-whitey underpants. She began spanking his
bare ass with her strong hand. Nate hadn't been spanked in probably 12 years
and had forgotten how much it hurt. Miss Parker smacked away at his ass as he
screamed in pain and the tears poured down his face. It hurt worse than any
pain he had felt in a long time and all he wanted for was it to end but that
was going to be Miss Parker's decision not his.

After what seemed like forever but what in reality was about 10 minutes Miss
Parker stopped the torturous spanking. She rolled Nate on to the floor and he
lay there crying in pain and held his hands on his ass thinking that would
somehow lessen the pain she had caused him. Finally he was able to at least
sit up. "Can I go home now?" he asked knowing that it was better to get Miss
Parker's permission before doing anything.

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere" she quickly replied. "You cost me my career
and you are going to make it up to me by doing my chores every day after
school."

"Please no" Nate replied. "Is there anything I can do to get out of it?"

Miss Parker thought for a minute. "No there's nothing else you can do. But
I'll give you one chance to call it even. We'll arm-wrestle one more time. If
you can beat me this time I'll take you home and we'll call it even. But if
not you are going to clean my house every day for the rest of the school
year." This lightened Nate up. Miss Parker beat him last time but he felt if
he had enough motivation he could win. He quickly forgot about the pain in his
ass and put his arm on her coffee table in the position. Miss Parker smiled,
sat down, and locked her hand with his. They said "go" and Nate began pushing
at her arm with all of his strength. He was keeping her even and felt good
about his chances until he looked up and saw her with a cocky smile on her
pretty face. She then began pushing down Nate's arm with more ease than the
last time. He tried with all of his might to win but as she brought down his
arm to the table he saw her strong bicep flex and realized he had no chance.
She slammed Nate's hand onto the table putting emphasis on his huge loss. Miss
Parker smiled at Nate and he sat there looking at her with fear.

"Your first chore is going to be to vacuum" Miss Parker said calmly but with
such an evil tone it frightened him. Every day Nate went to school was
absolute hell and the only thing that kept him going in life was his time
after school to sit in his basement and watch TV or play video games. He could
not give that up to spend time cleaning Miss Parker's house. His last option
was to run. He jumped to his feet and sprinted for the front door. Miss Parker
leaped up as well, hopped over the coffee table, and caught up to Nate. She
wrapped her muscular arms around his neck and put him in a sleeper hold. Nate
struggled with all of his might to get free but he couldn't get free and he
felt Miss Parker cutting off his ability to breathe with her strong, womanly
arms. Nate tried to pull her strong arms off of his head and neck but had no
chance. She head-butted him a couple of times on the top of his head and he
started to cry again. As she squeezed harder Nate lost more air and then he
tapped out on her arms realizing that if this went on any longer she was going
to knock him out or even kill him. Miss Parker let him go and Nate fell to the
ground gasping for air. She stood above him and put her hands on her hips,
then tapped her foot signaling that once he could breathe he better get up and
get to work. Eventually Nate got to his feet. He was still having trouble
breathing but was scared that if he waited to long he would end up in another
sleeper hold.

"Where is the vacuum cleaner?" he asked.

"Before you do that" she said. "Strip down to your tighty-whities. The one
thing that will complete having a sissy school boy cleaning my house is seeing
his scrawny body doing the job in his baby-boy underwear." Nate did what he
was told. He was past the point of trying to fight.

Nate vacuumed Miss Parker's floor, embarrassed as can be, doing the job in his
tight white underwear with no other clothes. Miss Parker lay on her couch,
sprawled out with a smile on her face, reading a magazine. Nate had spent his
whole life being humiliated but this was a whole new form of humiliation he
had never experienced. Just a few days ago Miss Parker had been the grown
woman who had taught Nate and helped him learn and it was a really weird
feeling having that same woman now abusing him. All of the years of being in
school getting picked on by classmates seemed like they were behind him now
because he had the protection of the principal inside the walls of the school.
Now he had entered a new world of abuse and humiliation and that was going to
be as bad as Miss Parker wanted it to be. She was his entire world now and he
had no choice but to live with that.