Ms. Roberts
By Gerbil
16-Year-old voyeur is reprimanded by muscular female teacher


"You dumb ass. 'No one's gonna catch us eh?'"  "Why I listen to you I'll 
never know." 

"Hey man.  It's not my fault.  Who would have thought that Ms. Roberts 
would have been working out this late after school?  Now shut up and let 
her get her shower; then we can take off." 

"I should kick your butt.  Hiding like a criminal, crammed into a 
locker, because you had to see the insides of the girls' locker room.  
Who's Ms. Roberts anyway?" 

"Shhh.... she's the new "lady hulk" PE teacher that replaced Watson who 
was pregnant.  Roberts is a monster, and is the last person I want to 
get caught by.  Quiet, she's coming back." 

I held my breath as I heard her approaching.  I peered through the slits 
of the locker and nearly gasped as I saw her turn to the locker directly 
across from the ones we were in.  She had already removed her shirt and 
stood barefooted in bra and shorts.  The muscles were clearly visible 
across her bronzed broad back, which tapered into a narrow waist.  

I cursed the small slits of the locker as I had to move my eyes up and 
down and couldn't take in all of her body at once.  She opened the 
locker, then reached around and unhooked the bra and tossed it down on 
the bench in back of her.  Then she put her hands to the waistband of 
her shorts, bent over and pushed them down over her massive thighs and 
calves.  She was the most amazing naked woman (okay, the only naked 
woman) my sixteen-year-old eyes had ever seen.  

Drawing up her arms, she then removed her ponytail and let the shoulder-
length hair fall free. I thought her arms would explode from the massive 
muscle tearing at the smooth flawless skin.  She had to be at least 
5'10" and 165 pounds of packed, powerful flesh. 

I watched as she dropped the shorts and panties on the bench and slung 
the towel over her naked shoulder.  She headed off toward the shower and 
the globes of her muscular buttocks danced back and forth hypnotically. 

I heard Dan get out of his locker after we heard the shower start. 

"Okay dude.  It's all clear Have you ever seen someone so freaky in your 
life?  God she is scary.  She'd rip us in two if she caught us...I'm 
outta here and will see you in school tomorrow."  He was out the locker 
room door in a flash.  

I was having quite a different impression of  Ms. Roberts than Dean had.   
I was still in a daze from seeing my first naked woman; a true vision of 
massive muscle but on a totally feminine frame. 

Suddenly I heard the water turn off, and I knew that I had to get out of 
there fast.  I reached for the latch and pulled at it, but nothing 
happened.  I pulled up again. I began to panic as I tugged with all my 
might at the latch. Still nothing.  My mind began to race and my heart 
began to pound wildly as I urged myself to... think. 

I was wildly rattling the latch when all of a sudden I saw a shadow at 
the slits.  I felt the small confines of the locker begin to close in on 
me and knew I was in deep trouble.  I heard the latch slowly lifted from 
the outside, and the light from the locker room entered like a laser.  I 
stood scrunched and motionless as Ms. Roberts stood naked before me.  

It was the first unimpeded view of her body I had seen.  Her breasts 
were firm and round.  Her stomach was a hard flat ridge of muscle, and 
below her navel was a thick patch of wet brown pubic hair.  Her thighs 
were incredibly well muscled hills and valleys, which moved lower into 
flaring calves. 

"Would you like to come out of there and explain what's going on?" 

I was shaking madly, but managed to squeeze myself out of the locker.  I 
smoothed out my T-shirt and jeans to avoid looking at her, as she stood 
silently naked in front of me. 

"I'm waiting." 

I slowly looked up at her from my 5'6" 135 pound body and felt dwarfed 
by her magnificent 26-year-old body of this muscle Goddess. The fact 
that she did nothing to hide her nakedness only doubled my discomfort. 

"I'm sorry ma'am.  Um... you see... some of the guys thought it would be 
a big joke if um.... they brought me in the girls locker room and locked 
me in one of the lockers."  I looked up to see if my story was working.  
She cocked her head to the side and looked a little skeptical. 

"Um... when I tried to get out, the lock seemed to um... be jammed, 
and..... 

"So you waited until I was undressed, and heading toward the shower, 
then you were going to try and sneak out without my knowing....is that 
right?" 

I smiled at her, thankful for the assistance in finishing my 
explanation.  "Yes ma'am, that's exactly right." 

She began to dry her hair and my eyes were immediately drawn to the 
bulging biceps. 

"What's your name?" 

"Um, Dave.  Dave Poppers ma'am." 

"Well Dave....please, have a seat, while I dress and think this over." 

I suddenly sensed that she didn't buy my story after all, and 
tentatively sat down on the bench.  I was scared to death, knowing that 
this big powerful woman was capable of punishing me however she saw 
fit.. 

I watched her take both ends of the towel and moved it across her broad 
back to dry it from top to bottom.  She moved it slowly up and down the 
crack of her buttocks, then finally dried the back of her massive 
thighs.  I was mesmerized as I saw beautiful muscles jump and flex with 
her every seductive movement. 

"I'm a pretty good judge of people Mr. Poppers, and I'm sorry to say 
that you seem like a nice young man, but a terrible liar.  I'll give you 
one opportunity to clear the air and tell me what you were really doing 
in that locker." 

My mind and heart raced...trapped like a little mouse.  She had me 
cornered.  I rubbed my pants with both hands to remove the sweat, 
quickly weighing my options. 

I watched her slide a fresh pair of sheer blue panties over her muscular 
legs, and decided there was no way out but the truth.  I kept Dan out of 
it but explained that I was trying to search the girl's locker room for 
"souvenirs" like panties and bras.  I sat silently after I had explained 
that the locker had become stuck and I was trapped. 

"So what should I do to you as punishment." 

"I don't know ma'am, but I guess I deserve something." 

"It sounds to me Mr. Poppers that you have extra time on your hands... 
What do you weigh?" 

"Pardon me ma'am?" 

"I said 'what do you weigh?'" 

"Um...135 ma'am." 

I was surprised that Ms. Roberts had put on a fresh T-shirt and shorts 
and was confused with her questions. 

"In addition to teaching PE courses I am going to coach the wrestling 
team.  As your punishment, I want you to go change, and meet me in the 
wrestling room in 15 minutes.  You'll be on the team at 135, and your 
training starts tonight.  I am going to work you like you've never been 
worked before, but someday you will thank me.  Now get going." 

I slowly moved down the hall to the boy's locker room, and had an urge 
to run, but something told me that Ms. Roberts knew I would show up in 
15 minutes as directed.  I was both scared to death of the power I would 
face in my private lesson, but simultaneously excited at the thought of 
having her magnificently strong body trap me and teach me the lessons of 
wrestling.