Forced Promotion

By: Scissorman

Michelle LeLocke had taken Walden Middle School by storm. The former field hockey national champion, turned coach, turned gym teacher had just recently earned her doctorate in education and replaced our old principal over the summer. Ever since then, her boundless energy, desire to always be the center of attention, and need to be in control, drove the whole school crazy.

It wasn’t just the changes she implemented. It was the constant meetings, forced group activities and her need to make us all exercise. It was like she still wanted to be a gym teacher. She made us play softball, and kickball. We did exercise as a group once week and had been on long difficult hikes. She was in great shape and dominated all the activities.

The women didn’t like her because she was also hot. She was 50 years old. She had long black hair with a couple strands of early gray, probably from the stress she had put herself through daily. It actually made her look more natural and pretty. She had deep blue eyes that sparkled. She was about 5’4 and fit as a fiddle. She always wore mid thigh dresses that were way too short for a principal but she had enough style to pull off being hot and dignified at the same time. Her legs had some cauliflower but were still super sexy. They were thick, her calves rippled with muscle and led to the type of thick thighs you see on a gymnast or cheerleader. Safe to say there wasn’t a man in the building that would kick her out of bed.

LeLocke’s new idea was an assembly on self- defense. She had wanted everyone involved but there was an uproar amongst the staff and I went to her office with the staff’s concerns. I could see she was irked but she commended me for coming to her but was angry at the staff. The exercise was intended as a means to educate both the kids and adults and a way to let the adults physically feel who was in charge. She decided I would have to take on that burden for the staff, I would be the test dummy.

At first I was angry but it wasn’t that big of a deal. I would serve as her assistant. The demonstration was planned for the last period of the day on Friday. The kids would love getting out of work and the staff was already thanking me for stepping up.

I had no idea about self-defense but had been in a few tussles that I had done well in but it wasn’t important we were showing skills and I was just a test dummy. Still I felt the need to know a little, so I watched a lot of you tube that week.

The day came quickly, the gym was packed with students and faculty. I was dressed in gym shorts and a t-shirt, I thought LeLocke would come out in a karate outfit but of course she came out in a tight t-shirt and tight, short, spandex shorts that showed off those thick legs and crawled up her ass, showing meaty chunks of ass. Looking at those legs, I thought I might be the lucky one.

After an introduction, the demonstration began. Basically I was lunging at her or punching at her or trying to get her from behind and she was throwing me down. She wasn’t being easy about it and her force surprised me. At one point, she got my arm behind my back and was making me yelp in pain. The audience was dying in laughter, some of the boys teased me about getting beat up by a woman. I was no longer having fun.

After putting a beating on me, she took questions. One of the questions was whether she could really beat me up.

“Well, this is about self-defense, not bullying, but yes I could kick Mr.C’s butt!” she laughed.

“Is that true Mr. C.?” came a question from the crowd.

“I doubt that!” I blurted out.

“Is that a challenge?” countered LeLocke.

“Anytime!” I yelled, sort of playing around.

So, we squared off. Le Locke was jumping around me and got my arm again. I was able to keep her from getting it behind my back and pulled it away. I snuck behind her back and got on a full nelson. For a moment, she struggled, then she put her hands up, fell to the ground and slipped out.

I was down on the mat quickly and managed to capture her wrists in in my hands. I was facing her feet, so I wasn’t in position to pin her. She tried to pull free but my hands were too strong and she couldn’t.

“You’re going to seriously wish you’d let go!” yelled Le Locke.

I couldn’t get on top of her but I did pin her hands to her side as I looked at her legs and feet. She struggled and groaned to free herself.

“Finish her Mr. C!” came a few cheers.

I had her trapped! I wasn’t thinking about the long term repercussions, just enjoying my dominance and her struggles. Looking in her face, I could tell she was nervous.

“Where you going LeLocke “ I teased.

She began shaking like someone in a seizure and making strange noises. Then, it happened! LeLocke shot one of her legs up and I felt the back of her knee on the back of my neck. She pulled it down and then shot her other leg up and locked her ankles.

“Uuuugggghhhhh!” I yelled.

I was locked in a headscissors. She used her legs and pulled me deep within her thighs, I was buried in thighs and ass.

“Arrghhh”, I groaned trying to pry her legs open enough to escape. That wasn’t going to happen her grip was too tight and I could tell she had more.

I decided to try to pick her up with the scissors in place and shake her off once in the air. She was about 5’4 and couldn’t be more than 130lbs, at 5’7, 170, I thought it would be easy.

It started off well, after fighting a bit, I got my back up, I was about halfway towards kneeling up straight.

The kids began to chant, “MR.C.! MR.C! MR.C!”.

I got ready to pull myself up when a quick burst of strength pulled my head down, smashing it on the mat.

“Oooowwweee!” was all I could manage.

Now she picked my head up again with her legs and slammed it down again. I was dazed and her grip tightened, almost choking me. Again she whipped my head up and slammed it back down, I couldn’t get out and I couldn’t stop her from slamming me around, her legs were owning me.

“Aaaarrrggghhh, please stop!” I whined.

“Do you submit Mr.C.?”

“Yes you win!” I screamed.

The girls cheered, the boys booed and laughed at me, the other teachers looked concerned.

“Well the demonstration is over, there are ten minutes left to school, return to your classes, pack up and enjoy your weekend’s!” yelled Lelocke.

“Are you going to let Mr.C. go?” asked Mrs. White a fellow teacher.

“Well Mr.C. wanted to be a bully today, now he’s stuck in detention, unless of course you want to take his punishment Mrs. White?”

“Uh, no thanks, have a good weekend” mumbled Mrs. White as she hurried out of the gym.

Then it was just the two of us.

“What the hell did you think you were doing, trying to embarrass me in front of the kids!”

“I wasn’t I was just, aarrrggghhh!” she tightened up.

“What about you, you’re the one trying to embarrass!” I whined.

“If I wanted to embarrass you I would have done this!”

She tightened up more on my neck and head and grabbed my legs and wrapped them up in one arm, using her weight to help trap them underneath her. Then she grabbed my underwear with her open hand and yanked, giving me the worst wedgie imaginable. I screamed and yelped as my undies disappeared up my ass. I writhed and struggled but couldn’t break her hold on my head or pull my legs free.

“Come here!” She said and reached back and pulled my hair, bringing my nose right into the crack in her ass and closing her thighs ever tighter. Once my head was in a spot of her liking, she quickly seized my undies again and continued the painful, embarrassing wedgie.

“Now that’s just about perfect! Your cute little nose feels like it belongs in my ass, you’re going to be a great brown noser!” She teased.

“You know, I need a professional brown noser, a right hand man, someone to help with the others, would you like to be assistant principal, a.k.a. slave?”

“No Thank you.” I grumbled

“AAARRRRGGGHHHHHH” I yelled as her thighs constricted.

“I’m offering you a deal you can’t refuse, not if want to be free from these legs anytime soon. “

Intense pain rang in my head and I genuinely feared she would crack my jaw. With my mouth and nose buried, breathing had become extremely difficult.

“OK, ok! I’ll do it!” I screamed.

“Do you solemnly swear to put my wishes above your own and the rest of the staff”

She simultaneously applied more pressure to the scissors and the wedgie.

“I promise! Please let me go!”

LeLocke was getting excited, she was grinding her ass into my face, she started to quietly moan and her eyes glazed over.

“Do you promise to be obedient, to jump when I say jump!”

“I do, I do, please!”

She was really getting off.

“Do you understand you will be expected to kiss my ass, to literally drop to your knees, insert your nose and kiss my ass on command!” As she finished this sentence the most intense squeezing yet occurred followed by a vibration in her core and a slight easing of pressure, I felt and smelled her womanhood.

“Answer me!” she yelled and increased the pressure again.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” I moaned.

“Yes mam will be the proper response.”

“Yes mam!” I replied.

With that, she released me and we both took a minute to gather ourselves.

“Now, repeat after me! I Mr.C., do solemnly swear” and she went through the whole pledge about obedience and ass kissing. I hesitated to repeat considering my chances against her now that I was free again but when she started counting backward from ten I took a quick look at those powerful thighs and quickly began repeating.

“You may now kiss the ass!” she said smiling and pulling her clothes down to expose her round little bare ass. Again, I thought about defying her and hesitated.

“You have ten seconds to drop to your knees, crawl over here get that nose where I like it and kiss ass, if not, you’re going back into the scissors and the kids will find us here Monday morning!” she yelled.

She looked mean and serious, with my neck stiff and weak and my head pounding , my will was broken, I feared if I challenged her I would be locked up all weekend. When she snapped her fingers and started counting, I quickly crawled over and positioned my nose, LeLocke had herself a slave.