I was almost out of the room when my English teacher, Miss Cross, called me back in.
"Where are you off to, young man?" she asked me directly.
It was Friday and with only a few weeks left in our senior year, we were all off to parties just about every weekend. College was just around the corner and we were all out to make the most of our last few months together. We had all made it past our 18th birthdays and we're busy making the most of things.
I'd been seeing a number of different girls for most of the semester. All of them incredibly hot. I wasn't exactly lying to them, because I hadn't promised any of them anything more than a casual relationship. We were all adults and capable of behaving that way.
"Home then off to meet some guys for a party tonight," I told her.
She was one of the younger teachers on staff, but also one of the toughest. Everyone adored Miss Cross. The guys all thought she was gorgeous and the girls all found her to be a friend and counselor.
"Well," she started, pressing her glasses down a bit on her nose and look at me sternly. "Your party is going to have to wait. You have detention today. 3 hours. You can let your friends know, you won't be joining them for a while."
"Detention?" I asked, genuinely surprised. I couldn't think of anything I had done wrong.
She grew a bit colder. "Are you questioning me?"
I shook my head. "No, just wondering what I did wrong."
She smiled a bit. "Oh that will become clear in a few minutes."
She paused for a moment and her demeanour relaxed a bit.
"From what I hear you are quite a ladies man, Mr. Thompson."
I blushed a bit. "I do OK, I guess," I said modestly.
"Do you know I have had 3 complaints about you this week?"
"Complaints?" I was feeling genuinely confused.
She nodded, her head titled slightly, eyes a little wider.
"I'm not sure I understand," I responded.
"Well, let's see. Kristen finds you to be unavailable when she feels like doing things. Megan says you never take her anywhere nice. Beth tells me that you are," she smirked, "let's just say not attentive enough to her in bed."
She watched me as I tried not to respond.
"I don't really think my relationships are any of your business," I protested.
"But they have chosen to make to my business. So I have," she explained. "Come in girls," she said in a firm voice.
The door opened and Kristen, Megan, and Beth walked in. Beth locked the door behind her.
I swallowed hard. They were all looking less that pleased.
They were still in their school uniforms, which I had always found a major turn on to begin with.
Miss Cross pulled out a chair and invited me to take a seat. She instructed me to place my hands behind my back behind the back of the chair.
I did as she asked and found her using a roll of duct tape to tape my wrists together, trapping me in the chair and leaving me relatively helpless.
"Now Mr. Thompson, you are going to feel what it is like to be unsatisfied."
The girls were all smiling.
Beth came over first and sat down on my lap, straddling me. She leaned close and caressed my cheek. She giggled a bit and explained my situation.
"We are going to tease you, baby. Tease you until you feel like you are going to burst, but not matter what you say or do and no matter how much you beg or plead, we are going to leave you unsatisfied. Personally, I want to see you cry," she said, grinding into me and grabbing my face and kissing me hard and deeply.
