St. Hilda's Academy, Aftermath
By Merz
Discipline continues for a teach found failing his classes

**Taking up a few hours after the action at St. Hilda's academy, a senior teacher imposes 
punishment on a subordinate who doesn't measure up.  **


"How dare you challenge my decision on your contract?  I told you repeatedly you 
needed help to get your teaching up to St. Hilda standards.  Did you think I wouldn't let 
you go?  And yet you forced me to make a fool of you in front of the faculty."  Julia 
Edgars stormed into the living room.  She stood, fists on her hips in the middle of the 
room, awaiting a response.  "And your implied threat to expose our relationship was 
unforgivable, even if I were the forgiving type."

Jeffery Cooper stepped automatically out of her path as she brushed past him.  He stood 
gaping for a moment longer before closing the door behind her and stammered for a 
moment as he tried to select which curses would start his tirade.  He was too slow again 
as Julia continued own verbal onslaught. 

"You are a bad teacher, as I have told you before, and a worse liar.  I have come here 
only to tell you goodbye in person, and to make sure we don't see you in our school 
again.  I should have ended this long ago.  I should never have let things go this far.  
Fortunately we have hired your replacement already.  She will take your classes 
beginning tomorrow morning for the last week of school."  Julia stalked to the picture 
window and closed the blinds.  Looking at Cooper she removed her stud earrings and 
placed them on the window sill, then removed two rings and turned two others so the 
stones faced inward rather than out where their settings might be more vulnerable.

"What do you mean my replacement is taking my classes?  I still got a week on my 
contract.  I'm going to be there, front and center.  Why wouldn't I?"  Cooper felt his 
anger and resentment rising again, increased by Julia's domineering manner.

"You do still have your contract through its full term, and you still have your medical 
coverage.  Otherwise I might be less inclined to really indulge myself."  

The left fist that crashed into the bridge of Jeff Cooper's nose was about the size of a #3 
wood golf club and approximately as hard.  The force would have propelled a nice drive 
for a couple hundred yards off the tee.  It knocked Cooper backwards over a footstool to 
sprawl flat on the floor.  Julia reached back to unzip her dress, which she folded neatly 
and placed out of the way, then stepped out of her highly polished pumps and likewise set 
those neatly aside.  As Cooper began pulling himself off the floor, cupping a hand to 
catch the blood streaming from his broken nose, Julia crossed to the stereo and dialed in a 
hip-hop station.  She set the volume up three quarters so she had to speak loudly to be 
heard over the booming, thumping music.

Wearing only a garter belt now to hold up her dark hose Julia turned to study Jeff Cooper.  
"We need a substitute because you will be in no condition to appear in front of students.  
You called Melissa Somersby a pansy in front of your class, to try to get her to try harder, 
you said.  Well, pansy, does this make you want to try harder?"

For the second time that afternoon Jeff saw Julia Edgar's incredible physique as she 
stalked toward him: lithe, muscular legs like a dancer's, arms equally muscled.  This time 
her ripped torso was also visible, each muscle stirring under skin like polished copper.  
Had he loved her?  He didn't know, but the sex had been incredible.  Twenty years older 
than him and in the most incredible shape of any woman he had known, utterly tireless in 
bed.  Now it was time to pay her back for treating him like any other teacher, for 
humiliating him, for being better than he was at everything.  Well, he thought, he had 
been a Marine so there was one thing he was better at.  None of that half-assed wrestling 
this time, this time it was war.   For the second time he made the mistake of thinking he 
stood a chance of winning a fight with Julia.  His next quarter hour would be the most 
painful of his entire life.

He charged hard and fast.  Nearly fast enough to catch Julia with the tackle he had 
planned.  Instead his shoulder grazed her hip as she slipped to the side.  When he stopped 
and spun to grab her he ran into her other hard fist, this one aimed with crushing force at 
his jaw.  Jeff was a big man, able to take a punch.  He shook off this one and threw his 
own fist before he was even aware how much she had hurt his jaw and mouth.  Julia 
blocked his arm and delivered another shocking right on the same spot as the first.  This 
time Jeff did feel the teeth being knocked loose, the jaw distorted to the side on its 
hinges.  

"Jeffery, I began beating up Marines during my own enlistment period.  Back then 
women couldn't be assigned to combat, but we got the same basic training as the men 
and we had plenty of opportunities to learn martial arts.  For you, the end of Hell Week 
was the end of your real physical conditioning but for me it was just the beginning.  You 
called Jaquie Bodmer a lardgut.  By what right?"  Julia measured her target as he 
straightened back upright to square off against her.  Then she struck.

A fast jab landed below one of his eyes that would already be blackened by the breaking 
of his nose, then a twisting blow dug into his mid-section.  Jeff felt the strength leaking 
quickly from his body, felt himself involuntarily starting to curl into a defensive ball 
instead to taking a solid stance he could fight back from.  Fighting back would have done 
him no good, but he knew that's what he should be doing.  "Lardgut," Julia sneered at 
him.

Stepping to the side Julia took her time picking the precise spot on his ribcage to smash 
with her hard left fist.  Jeff gasped in agony as he sank to one knee.  At least one of his 
ribs had cracked, he was sure.  The realization that Julia might kill him bare handed 
slowly percolated through his pain.  

She could have, but she had other ideas first.  Stepping behind him Julia reached around 
for the front of Jeff's shirt and ripped it open, then stripped it off.  Jeff lashed back with 
an elbow that caught her solidly in her middle.  Had it landed on most other attackers it 
might have done him some good.  If Julia hadn't been tensed in all her muscles for this 
fight his elbow might have done more than shove her back a couple inches as it 
rebounded.

Jeff turned to follow up, but again was too slow.  Julia stepped in close so her bare chest 
nearly touched his as his damaged ribs prevented his standing to his full height.  A hand 
like a steel claw grabbed loose flesh at his belly and he couldn't help crying out in pain.  
"Nicely done, lardgut.  A real effort at fighting back.  Am I motivating you? What effect 
do you think you might have using this hold on me?"  He could see her own abdomen 
was all corrugated muscles leaving nothing loose for him to grab.  He weakly flailed 
against her striated shoulders and back but could make no impression.  After a full minute 
of this she released him and again smashed a fist into his aching ribs.  The pain caused 
him to stagger against her as his knees sagged.

This close to her he could see flecks of his blood dotted her chest, and suddenly her fist 
crashed into the side of his face once again spraying more droplets onto her copper skin.  
As she let him sink to the floor he realized why she had stripped before her attack on him.  
She knew exactly how brutal she was going to be and had taken steps to prevent him 
staining her clothes.  His face smeared down along her chest and across her firm breasts 
and solid abdomen.  He looked up from her feet and saw a stripe of his blood now ran the 
length of her body.  His left eye was rapidly swelling closed.  His breathing came in 
shallow, painful gasps.  "Please.  No more.  I'm begging you."  He forced the words past 
his aching mouth, trying not to move his jaw in case her blows had broken it.

"Freak.  That's another of your little expressions, isn't it?  One you have been heard to 
toss about quite freely in our school."  Julia walked behind him and grabbed one of Jeff's 
legs.  She lifted it high, then planted a foot on his opposite thigh and spread his legs to the 
point her was sure he would split in half.  He howled his protest, the noise absorbed by 
the driving beat coming from his stereo.  With the leg draped across her shoulder she 
stooped and opened the front of Jeff's pants.  "Let's see what you have in here, freak."  
She stripped his pants and underwear down off his ankles and tossed them aside, 
dropping his leg so he could lie curled on the floor, humiliated and sobbing.

"Now, do we have an understanding?  You will not show yourself at our school again.  
Even if you are physically capable of doing so."  Julia left him there, broken in body and 
spirit.  She stepped into his bathroom to quickly shower off Jeff's blood where it had 
sprayed and smeared on her exquisite body.  

When she emerged she saw instantly that Jeff wasn't lying where she had left him.  That 
gave her enough warning so when the big man suddenly burst from his kitchen with a 
large knife she deflected the blade without injury, twisted his wrist in a painful lock he 
should have learned as a Marine, and then threw her elbow against the strained and 
twisting bones of his arm.  The knife dropped to the floor at the same time a muffled 
crack announced the dislocation of his shoulder.

"Naughty, naughty.  A good try, but you might have been killed.  For your effort I am 
going to leave you a final reminder of the better times we had together."  By this time 
Jeff was no longer able to stand, so Julia supported him and guided his broken body to 
the couch in his living room.  Holding up over two hundred pounds caused her tightly 
muscled body to ripple with its power.  She laid him on the couch and took his uninjured 
left arm in her hands.  "I never needed to show you this nerve point.  You were always 
able to rise to our occasions without assistance, but this time I believe you will need a 
little help."  

Her strong fingers pressed a nerve on the inside of his wrist and stroked up his arm to his 
elbow.  Jeff couldn't believe it, but in response he felt himself getting an erection.  A few 
more moments of Julia's manipulation and his manhood stood as tall and hard as ever in 
his life.  Sex was the last thing he was interested in as he tried to judge the extent of his 
injuries, but he found himself throbbing painfully, instantly on the verge of coming.

Julia smiled down at him.  "Yes, this is how I want to remember you.  So once more for 
old times sake."  She straddled his lap and slowly, deliciously lowered herself onto him, 
impaling herself deeply onto his member.  "No, don't bother.  I can manage everything."


Jeff felt her vaginal muscles clamp tightly around his penis, squeezing down as tight as a 
fist, then slowly relax before gripping him again.  He couldn't believe the crushing force 
Julia applied, how long she held the fierce pressure, how slowly she eased off before 
again clamping down on him.  She closed her eyes in sublime pleasure as he moaned 
from the new source of pain she was administering to him, then she began a more 
complicated manipulation of his throbbing dick.  Inch by inch he felt a firm upward pull, 
then a reversal and pressing downward.  If Julia had not held him so tightly in her internal 
grip Jeff would have exploded long before this, and his astonishment kept growing.  
Clearly Julia had trained her internal muscles just as thoroughly and extensively as she 
had each of the iron bands that stood pulsing on her ripped body.  She began milking him 
powerfully, her thrusts and surges sending new shocks of pain to blend with the erotic 
ecstasy that was crackling through his nervous system.  Julia released his wrist and 
arched high above him, bending backwards nearly double as she neared her point of 
explosion.  Cooper used his freed left hand to push against the clenching thigh, the 
metallic stomach, the buttock that felt like a stone pressing on his lap.  Her spasmodic 
vibrations signaled Julia was nearing the end of her pleasure, just as Cooper felt himself 
on the edge of passing out.  A few long, final, excruciating jerks by the powerful muscles 
hidden inside Julia and she lifted herself off him.

"Goodbye, Jeff.  May I suggest a school for boys as your next career move.  Small boys, 
but if I ever hear of you abusing a teaching position you may be assured I will find you 
and kill you slowly.  It's sort of a point of principle with me."  She redressed efficiently 
and studied her face in a mirror near the door before leaving.  An hour later Cooper had 
managed to pull his pants on again and phone for an ambulance.