Midnight Carnival, by Tainted Sins

Chapter 1
Teacher's Revenge

Chapter Description: By Tainted Sins

Midnight Carnival (01/16): Teacher’s Revenge

Mrs. Philips watched the second-hand of the clock slowly tick by. The bell announcing the beginning of first period would be ringing soon and then they would come. They. The little monsters who had made the last three years of her life a living hell. Originally they had all been scattered throughout various classes. But this year the worst of the worst had all somehow managed to fit into one class. First period History. The thing she had dreaded most of all. She was an older woman, a bit overweight, and certainly had little understanding of this latest generation the school system had thrown her. But somehow she had managed to keep most of the kids under control. All but these ones. But today, with only a week left until the little monsters graduated, she would have her revenge. She had spent the last several years doing nothing but studying the manipulation of the mind, and during that time both her hatred and her power had grown strong. As the bell rang she glanced up from her desk. It was time to collect the reward for her effort.

The normal crowd of obnoxious teens mobbed in as usual. With their freedom growing ever closer, each passing day seemed to make them all the more cocky.

"Nice dress Mrs. Philips." She heard the familiar voice of Melissa, the school’s head cheerleader, as her and her friends passed by her desk, giggling and making rude comments. She was the one Mrs. Philips hated the most. Beautiful, rich, and very snobbish. Everything she said was condescending, and because of her status she never seemed to get into any trouble outside of this class.

When the second bell rang, Mrs. Philips began teaching as usual. Like clockwork several late comers showed up about fifteen minutes into it, but she said nothing. Melissa was talking to a group of friends, and not being very discreet about it either. Mrs. Philips warned her several times to pay attention but received only a scowl followed by more chatter as the lesson went on.

Finally losing her patience, Mrs. Philips told Melissa to come up to the front of the class. Smiling to her friends, as if this is what she had wanted all along, Melissa sauntered sexily up the aisle. She was wearing a very short, tight, black skirt and a white halter-top. Her bra pushed her bosom up into a highly desirable cleavage which made it difficult to decide whether to stare at that or her swaying hips as she made her way up the rows. Certainly this kind of outfit did not fit within the lines of the school dress-code, but neither Melissa or the guys gawking at her seemed to care.

Arriving at her destination Melissa turned and faced the class. Giving the sort of look that said "Lets see just how mad I can make this old bat."

Mrs. Philips stood beside her, taking a few moments to look her up and down.

"Jealous?" Melissa finally asked, much to the delight of her classmates.

"You need to learn some respect for your elders." Mrs. Philips replied coldly. It was her standard line and it only caused the students to roll their eyes.

"Why?" Melissa shot back. "One more week and I’m outta here. And then I’ll never have to listen to your fat old lips flap together again."

This was greeted by a few cheers, a couple of girls shouting things like "Oooo! That was cold!" and a handful of guys saying "Right on!"

"Oh I don’t think so. You are far too young to graduate high school. In fact I think you are just starting Jr. High. You feel more like an insecure thirteen year old than a confident eighteen year old don’t you?"

A shocked look suddenly formed across Melissa’s face. She didn’t speak. She only nodded dumbly, looking very confused. Her eyes darted around the room at all the people looking at her and she suddenly began to feel very self-conscious. Her body pulled in from its confident outgoing stance, to a more shy and reserved one. Her hands lifted up and covered what they could. She began to sweat nervously, she felt like her whole body was blushing. Meanwhile the rest of the class simply stared silently, wondering what was going on.

"Yes Melissa, your mommy is going to be very mad when she picks you up from grade school and sees what you’re wearing isn’t she?"

A look of terror filled her eyes, and the once cocky teen could only nod, looking very frightened.

"That’s no way for a girl in the second grade to dress. When your mommy finds out she is probably going to give you a spanking."

Melissa quickly covered her pert behind with her hands and shook her head fiercely.

"Yes that scares you doesn’t it Melissa? Your mom hasn’t spanked you since you were in kindergarten. Big girls in the second grade don’t get spanked, do they Melissa? But little girls in kindergarten do. Little girls who can’t read or do math. Little girls who are called Missy instead of Melissa. Little girls who used to get teased because they were a little chubby back then. Little girls who used to cry when threatened with a spanking. Why, that must be you Missy. You couldn’t be the big second grader could you? Because you are going to get your little bottom spanked tonight."

Suddenly the eighteen year old bombshell began to cry like a little girl. Long deep sobs as she thought about how much her bum would hurt.

"Yes you have good reason to cry. Spankings hurt, don’t they Missy? Why I bet it will hurt so much you will have an accident and go pee pee in your little panties. Don’t you think so Missy?"

She nodded, still sobbing.

"In fact, I think you are so scared of getting a spanking that you might just have an accident right here. Right in front of all your friends. All the friends you used to make laugh at me. You don’t want to, you try to be a big girl. But you are just so scared of that spanking I think you are going to helplessly wet your little panties in front of us all. Aren’t you Missy?"

She continued to cry. She knew all her friends were looking at her, she tried to be a big brave girl...but she kept thinking about that spanking. It scared her so bad that she just couldn’t control her bladder any more. She felt the warm liquid spreading between her thighs and running down her legs. She just couldn’t control it. She was too scared. And because of this she emptied every last drop, causing a large yellow puddle to form on the floor.

"My, my. You’ve sure made quite a mess haven’t you Missy? Just like a little baby. Big girls in kindergarten don’t go pee pee in their panties do they? Just little babies who can’t talk, or stand up by themselves. Babies who suck their thumbs and go poo poo in their diapers. Babies who can’t do anything but cry and poop and eat. You must be a little baby right Missy? Since a big girl in kindergarten would never go pee pee in her panties."

Eighteen years of experience washed away. Everyone watched as their leader, the girl who was too confident and smart to take any shit from teachers, rolled around in a puddle of her own piss, stupidly sucking on her thumb. When she laid on her back and lifted her legs up in an attempt to suck on her own feet, everyone got a good look up her skirt, where several large brown clumps began forming in her panties. Just as she began to cry again, the teacher turned to address the students.

"Now class, I want you to pay close attention..."

No one could ever really explained what had happened, and none of the seniors from Mrs. Philips first period history class could help them out. They were too busy messing in their pants. Not that any of them could understand English anymore anyway. The entire class was now made up of eighteen year olds with the minds of infants. And their teacher, Mrs. Philips, was nowhere to be found. At last, she had her revenge.