Mrs. Lanzetta
By A.J. Brown
Student and teacher settle their differences 


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18-year-old Brandon was going into his senior year of high school but he
already had college on his mind. He was planning to go to college to major in
Biology and eventually go into pre-med. He was the perfect student for it. He
got straight A's in all of his science classes every year of school. He got
straight A's in math as well. For the most part Brandon had the grades to be a
high-honor roll student. That was except for English class.

His freshman and sophomore year of high school Brandon had a teacher, named
Mrs. Lanzetta, for English class. He always thought he put in a lot of effort
on his English papers and that he did a good job on them but Mrs. Lanzetta
seemed to think otherwise. While Brandon was getting close to straight A's in
all of his other classes he would typically get C's in Mrs. Lanzetta's class.
The highest grade she ever gave him was a B and he even got a D in her class
once which was unheard of for him. Overall though, he typically got C's with
Mrs. Lanzetta and it really brought down his average. It was normally the
difference between him making honor roll vs. high-honor roll.

Brandon was sure that his work was better than the grades Mrs. Lanzetta gave
him and he thought maybe she had it out for him. She was never particularly
nice to him in class and they never really got along. Brandon thought maybe
since he was so smart in his other classes that Mrs. Lanzetta was a bit
jealous of the super smart student and that she was trying to bring him down.

In his junior year of high school Brandon had a different teacher for English
and his thoughts about Mrs. Lanzetta seemed to be confirmed. He got A's every
single quarter in eleventh grade English and the teacher really seemed to like
his work. He made high-honor roll every quarter that year. By that point he
really resented Mrs. Lanzetta.

So needless to say, when Brandon got his schedule for his senior year of
high-school he was not pleased to see that he had Mrs. Lanzetta for his senior
year English teacher. He should have known that since it was made known that
starting that year she would teach 12th grade English exclusively and no other
grade levels but he had tried to drown that out. He tried not to let it bother
him too much. Colleges had already shown a lot of interest in him and he had
done well enough throughout high school where a couple of more C's in English
class his senior year weren't going to kill him.

Brandon walked into Mrs. Lanzetta's class on the first day of school and he
just hated looking at the woman. She was in her mid-forties and she just
looked like a nerdy librarian. She was a short woman, that couldn't have been
more than 5'2, and she had very short hair. She always wore these nerdy
looking glasses which really added to the nerdy librarian look. The outfits
she wore looked like they were from the fifties. She'd often wear skirts with
stockings and her legs were fairly thick for such a petite woman. She'd
normally wear open-toed shoes so Brandon would have to see her nerdy woman
toes which he never liked to see.

On that very first day of school a quiet, nerdy student named Holly Alexander
walked into English class a couple of minutes late. She walked right to her
desk and Mrs. Lanzetta didn't say a word to her about walking in late. Brandon
was angry. He knew that Mrs. Lanzetta was very strict with most students and
that if a male student walked in late like that she would surely give him a
hard time about it. Brandon was starting to think that Mrs. Lanzetta might be
sexist as well.

The next day of class Holly walked in late again with no repercussions. No one
else in the class seemed to mind but Brandon certainly did. Over the first
five days of class Holly was late three times and Mrs. Lanzetta didn't say a
word to her. In the past, Brandon had spoken up to Mrs. Lanzetta and it would
end up with the two of them arguing in front of everyone. Brandon always
thought that was uncomfortable so he was keeping quiet about the Holly
situation but he didn't know how much longer he could do it.

Mrs. Lanzetta was passing back the students' first assignment back one day and
Brandon wondered what he would get. He worked really hard on it but was
preparing himself for a C just because he knew Mrs. Lanzetta had it out for
him. When she handed him back his paper he was surprised to see that she
hadn't given him a C this time. She had given him an F. She walked away from
his desk almost looking so proud about giving him the poor grade. Brandon was
furious.

The next day of class Brandon was sure to show up a few minutes late. He
walked in and Mrs. Lanzetta looked right at him with the most disgusted look
on her face. That look made Brandon even angrier and he proudly walked to his
desk.

"Uh, excuse me" Mrs. Lanzetta said with her city accent. "You do not walk into
my classroom late like that."

"Oh I don't?" Brandon challenged. "Holly does every other day but I don't?"

"Don't worry about Holly, just worry about yourself, Brandon" Mrs. Lanzetta
said and he didn't like that response at all.

"That's right, don't worry about Holly" Brandon said and now he was talking
more to the entire class than he was to Mrs. Lanzetta. "If you're a girl in
this class you do whatever you want but if you're a guy it's a whole different
story. I hope none of you mind having a sexist teacher."

The class all looked at Brandon, some of them with looks like they were about
to start laughing, and others just like they were in shock.

"That's it!" Mrs. Lanzetta said sternly. "I'm writing you up."

"Go ahead" Brandon said and he sat down at his desk. "I'd be happy to tell the
assistant principal about your sexist ways."

Mrs. Lanzetta didn't say anything in response and she proceeded to teach the
class. Things in class that day felt very uncomfortable and Brandon wondered
if he had crossed the line. But he still felt like he had to say something.

Sure enough later that day Brandon heard his name get called to assistant
principal's office over the loudspeaker between classes. Brandon went to the
office to go see the assistant principal, Mrs. Hurley.

"You can't be walking into class late and then obnoxiously calling your
teacher sexist in front of the entire class" Mrs. Hurley said to Brandon.
"That's a major disruption, it's very disrespectful, and this school won't
tolerate it."

"Holly Alexander was late every other day before today!" Brandon immediately
snapped back.

"Don't you worry about Holly Alexander!" Mrs. Hurley said angrily and it
looked like she was going to slam her fist on her desk. "You only need to
worry about yourself and your own actions!"

Brandon was beyond angry and it didn't look like Mrs. Hurley cared about the
fact that Mrs. Lanzetta had it out for him. He realized he had no chance of
winning this argument with Mrs. Hurley and he considered trying to go above
her head to complain. But he also realized that was going to distract him from
his studying for other classes which he didn't really need this close to
college. He figured he'd just take his one night of detention or whatever and
let it go.

"Fine, whatever" Brandon said reluctantly.

"Mrs. Lanzetta has requested that you get one day of detention for your
actions" Mrs. Hurley said. "But she requested you spend that hour after school
in her classroom as opposed to the detention room with the other students that
have detention. So you are to report to her classroom immediately after school
today."

In a way Brandon was glad about that. The students that were in the detention
room were the smokers and druggies and the ones that were basically going
nowhere in life and Brandon didn't really feel like spending an hour after
school with all of them. They'd probably give him a hard time the entire hour
anyway. Still, he did not look forward to spending an hour with Mrs. Lanzetta.
He could not wait until it was over with.

Later that day, Holly Alexander walked up to Brandon looking like she felt a
bit guilty.

"Brandon, can I talk to you for a minute?" Holly asked kindly and she led
Brandon over to a corner so they could talk. "I'm really sorry about what
happened in English class today" Holly told him. "I'm going to tell you
something but please, please don't tell anyone else. My parents just filed for
divorce this past summer and I've been dealing with a lot of issues with
depression ever since. I've been seeing the school psychologist and my
sessions have been causing me to be late for some of my classes. All of my
teachers know this but they can't tell anyone because of confidentiality. I'd
really appreciate if you not tell anyone either. But I'm really sorry for the
confusion."

Holly walked away and Brandon now felt really stupid. He definitely had no
leverage to complain to anyone higher than Mrs. Hurley now. He was irritated
that he had gotten himself in trouble for such a dumb reason.

Brandon showed up at Mrs. Lanzetta's classroom immediately after school and
she wasn't there. All of the desks were pushed up against the walls in the
classroom and the entire floor was clear. Brandon figured this must be so the
janitors could clean it. He had a seat at one of the desks that was right next
to the wall and he started doing some schoolwork.

Mrs. Lanzetta walked in the room with a smile on her face. The outfit she had
on looked very old-fashioned. It was a black shirt which was connected to a
black and brown top. She wore black stockings which showed off her thick legs.
She wore black high-heels that were open-toed so Brandon could see her toes
through her stockings. As Mrs. Lanzetta walked in the classroom she closed the
door behind her and she also locked it.

"Well, well, well" Mrs. Lanzetta said with a not-so-friendly looking smile on
her face. "You and I alone at last."

Brandon looked at Mrs. Lanzetta and he wasn't going to say anything. He looked
back down at his desk and continued to do his homework.

"What are you speechless?" Mrs. Lanzetta asked as she walked closer to where
Brandon was sitting.

"Just trying to do my homework" Brandon said and he wouldn't even look at Mrs.
Lanzetta. "I'm trying to concentrate so please don't talk to me."

"Oh, no, no, no" Mrs. Lanzetta said and then she walked closer to Brandon's
desk. She actually closed the Physics book that he had open and now he looked
up at her with an angry look on his face.

"This isn't just an opportunity for you to catch up on some schoolwork" Mrs.
Lanzetta said as she proudly stood above Brandon. "This is detention with Mrs.
Lanzetta and I'm going to tell you how you spend that time."

"Well then what do you want me to do?" Brandon asked her impatiently.

"You and I have never gotten along" Mrs. Lanzetta said with a smile and she
started to walk back and forth. "Now the two of us are here alone and we can
finally settle our differences."

"And how are we going to do that, with some kind of English test?" Brandon
asked sarcastically.

"Oh, aren't you funny?" Mrs. Lanzetta replied with a childish tone that
Brandon had never heard her use before. "That smart mouth is what got you here
in the first place. No, we're going to settle this just like all of the other
students in this school settle their differences. We are going to fight."

Brandon couldn't believe what he was hearing. He looked at Mrs. Lanzetta and
even though she had a smile on her face he could tell that she certainly was
not joking. He didn't want to think about the fact that he was nervous about a
challenge to fight from his small, nerdy teacher but he couldn't help but feel
a bit uncomfortable.

"W-what do you mean f-fight?" Brandon asked and he was annoyed at himself for
sounding nervous.

"You really don't understand English, do you?" Mrs. Lanzetta asked and now her
tone was just plain mean. "It's no wonder you've never been able to pass my
class. Do you not know what fight means?"

"Of course I know what it means ... " Brandon said and he was interrupted
before he could say more.

"Well then fight me" Mrs. Lanzetta said and she definitely meant business.

"Yeah right" Brandon said to her and he slouched in his chair a little bit.
"I'd get expelled if I beat you up. I'm not going to risk that. Nice try
though."

"I believe I'm the one taking the risk here, young man" Mrs. Lanzetta said
back to him. "You ever watch the news? They are really keeping an eye on what
teachers do with students. If word got out that we got in a fight I would lose
my job and never be able to teach again."

"Then how do you know I'm not going to tell on you?" Brandon asked her.

"Well if I win then I know you would never put yourself through the
humiliation of everyone in the town knowing that" Mrs. Lanzetta quickly said
back to him. "And since you're already paranoid about getting in trouble I am
confident that you wouldn't tell anyone if you were to win. And these same
risks apply to me. Now stop making excuses. This is a fight you and I will
have and no one would ever know about. If you don't accept my challenge then
you are obviously nothing more than a coward."

Brandon looked at Mrs. Lanzetta up and down. If he didn't hate her before he
truly did now. It was true that he had wanted to beat her up many times and
now he was finally being given his opportunity. He looked at how much shorter
she was than him and he knew he should be able to beat her. But he also looked
at her thick legs and how confident she looked and he couldn't help but feel
nervous because of that.

But he also thought about the challenge that was in front of him and how much
he would regret it later if he declined it. He was going to see Mrs. Lanzetta
every day in class for the rest of the year and every time he saw her they
would both know that he backed down against her. He was going to have to go
ahead and fight her. He got to his feet trying to look as confident as he
could.

"There you go" Mrs. Lanzetta said with quite a bit of energy. "Let's do this!"

Mrs. Lanzetta kicked her shoes off so the only things on her feet were the
stockings that she was wearing. She started bouncing around a little bit like
she was challenging Brandon to go at her. She bounced around in circles and
Brandon started walking around in circles.

Mrs. Lanzetta then went right at Brandon. The much shorter lady grabbed
Brandon at the shoulders and immediately started pushing him backwards.
Brandon was quite surprised at the woman's strength. He tried to push back but
it was very quickly clear that she was stronger than he was.

Brandon couldn't believe it. A few years ago before he was fully grown it may
have made sense to him that a small, middle-aged woman was stronger than he
was. But now he was a grown man and he was extremely humiliated that it was
still the case. He put all of his strength into trying to resist being pushed
but, with a big smile on her face, Mrs. Lanzetta pushed Brandon right up
against the wall.

Mrs. Lanzetta held Brandon there and looked up at him smiling. He knew he had
a look of frustration on his face and Mrs. Lanzetta really seemed to be
enjoying that. Brandon was huffing and puffing trying to push his teacher off
of him but he wasn't strong enough to do so.

Mrs. Lanzetta then reached up and grabbed Brandon at the neck putting him in a
headlock. She only held him in the headlock briefly before she threw him on
the ground hard. Mrs. Lanzetta then got on the ground with Brandon and pinned
him down. It was even more embarrassing for him to be pinned down on the dirty
floor on his back then it was to be pinned up against the wall and now he was
extremely annoyed. But since he was on his back he had even less leverage to
fight back and Mrs. Lanzetta held him down easily.

Mrs. Lanzetta finally got off of Brandon and he quickly tried to get away. But
before he could do anything, Mrs. Lanzetta stood up, patted herself on the
elbow, and then dropped her elbow right on his chest. The elbow drop just
plain hurt and he felt his eyes water up. He hoped Mrs. Lanzetta didn't notice
that. She then got right back to her feet.

"You need to get stronger and get way better at fighting, Brandon" Mrs.
Lanzetta said as she stood above him. "You are way too easy to beat up."

Brandon tried to get away again but he saw Mrs. Lanzetta dropping down and her
elbow coming right at his chest again. He rolled to his left a bit but before
he could get any further her elbow landed right on his chest and brought him
right back to the ground. Brandon was now in noticeable pain and he hoped that
his teacher would realize that and stop dropping the elbows on him.

But Mrs. Lanzetta showed no mercy. She stood right back up and patted her
elbow again. Brandon was already hurting from the first two elbows she dropped
and he was in even less of a position to get away. Mrs. Lanzetta came down
with another elbow-drop which landed right on Brandon's chest again and caused
him even more pain.

And Mrs. Lanzetta didn't stop there. She got right back up, patted her elbow,
and dropped another one right on Brandon. She then repeated this over and over
again with each one being even more painful for Brandon. He was trying not to
cry but it was very difficult for him not to.

"Ouch!" Brandon finally whined out loud after multiple elbow drops. "Ouch!
Stop!" Mrs. Lanzetta got on her knees and got right in Brandon's face.

"Do you give up?" she asked him with a smile. Brandon looked at her face that
he hated so much and he didn't want to give up to her. But he could deal with
any more of the elbow drops. They were just too painful for him.

"Yes, I give up" he said very reluctantly with a whiny tone.

Brandon couldn't believe he had given up to his enemy teacher but he was just
glad it was over with. But then it looked like it may not be over with. Mrs.
Lanzetta sat her butt down right on Brandon's stomach and her butt felt bigger
and stronger than he would have expected. He was noticeably having a bit of
difficulty breathing with her sitting right on his stomach like that but Mrs.
Lanzetta didn't seem to care at all. As she continued to sit on Brandon, Mrs.
Lanzetta put the bottoms of her feet right on his face.

"How does it feel to get beat up?" Mrs. Lanzetta asked with a childish mocking
tone as she began to actually rub the bottoms of her feet right on Brandon's
face. "How does it feel that you lost to your teacher?"

Brandon couldn't have answered her if he wanted to since her feet were
smothering his entire face and he couldn't open his mouth. Her stocking feet
smelled like sweat, the dirt from the floor, and just plain feet. They had a
strange feel of older woman feet to them as well. It was so incredibly gross
and Brandon could even taste them since they were getting in his mouth a
little bit. He wanted to spit but her feet were covering his mouth so he
couldn't even do that. This was beyond degrading and Brandon couldn't take it.

It got worse. Mrs. Lanzetta then took her right foot and shoved it right in
Brandon's mouth. The taste of the combination of dirt, sweat, and foot was
absolutely unbearable. Brandon gagged a little bit and Mrs. Lanzetta didn't
let up at all. She continued to shove her foot down Brandon's throat as much
as she could. Brandon could not take it anymore and he started to cry.

"Awe, are you crying?" Mrs. Lanzetta asked with an unbelievably cruel, mocking
tone. "Is the poor little baby crying? Poor little baby. Poor little baby
Brandon."

Mrs. Lanzetta just continued to shove her foot in Brandon's mouth as he cried
like a baby. He just wanted it to end but Mrs. Lanzetta continued to push her
foot in his mouth. He didn't have the ability to talk so he couldn't even give
up. He just had to lie on his back and take it.

Mrs. Lanzetta finally took her foot out of Brandon's mouth and he immediately
spit on the floor when she did so. She smacked him in the face with her foot
when he spit. "Don't you dare spit on my floor" she said with her city accent.
She then stood up and proudly stood above Brandon with her hands on her hips.

"You give up?" Mrs. Lanzetta asked and she lightly kicked Brandon in his side.
"Or do you want more?"

"I give up" Brandon said with a whiny tone not being able to take it anymore.

"Well unless you want me to beat you up some more then you need to be my
bitch" Mrs. Lanzetta told him. "I want you in this classroom with me everyday
after school for the rest of the school year. You are going to help me with
any work I need done after school. That means fetching things for me that I
need while I grade papers. It means cleaning the classroom for me. And I might
even have you just rub my feet some days after school. My feet often hurt from
walking around in these heels.

"I'm not going to ask if you're OK with that. The first day you miss I'm just
going to give you detention the next day and then beat you up much worse than
I beat you up today. If you know what's best for you, you'll do what I say and
be in this classroom everyday after school."

Mrs. Lanzetta kicked Brandon in the side again and she did it a bit harder
than she had the previous time. She walked over to her desk, sat down, and
began grading some papers. Brandon just lay on the ground crying. Mrs.
Lanzetta showed absolutely no sympathy.

Things in English class the next day were the same for all of the students but
they were much different for Brandon. He watched Mrs. Lanzetta teach with the
nerdy outfit she was wearing and even though no one else knew what happened,
Brandon knew, and he was so ashamed of himself just being in that room.

Brandon did show up at Mrs. Lanzetta's classroom after school that day out of
fear of her beating him up. She put him right to work mopping the floor like a
janitor. She continually interrupted him to fetch her supplies that she
needed. And she made him rub her feet with the stockings on them for a good
twenty minutes.

The next day was the same thing and so was the day after that. Brandon
couldn't believe what his life had become as he had become Mrs. Lanzetta's
after school slave. And the fact that he was the slave of a woman that he
hated so much made it that much worse for him. Brandon had to just keep
reminding himself that once the school year was over all of his troubles with
Mrs. Lanzetta would be over with.

Brandon got his first writing assignment returned to him since he became Mrs.
Lanzetta's slave. He got an F. The next test he got back from her he got an F.
Mrs. Lanzetta looked very proud each time she handed him back his failing
assignment. And Brandon felt his stomach drop the first time he figured out
what was going on.

No matter how good the rest of his grades were, 12th grade English was a
requirement to pass to graduate. If he failed her class he would not graduate
and he'd have to take English in summer school. Mrs. Lanzetta was the only
summer school teacher as well as the only 12th grade English teacher in the
school. She had him for as long as she wanted and it could go well passed that
one school year.

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