9The history lesson the sexy teacher and the dungeon of love

9

The history lesson,

the sexy teacher,

&

the dungeon of love

1982

Artist:- culture club

Song:- do you really want to hurt me

The artist:- the jam

The song :-Town Called Malice”

Ahhh Miss Makin a name I’ll never forget, and a memory I could never hope to achieve again,

How could that mature woman of around twenty eight years old have ever dreamt up those things she did to me on that dark cold and wet winters night, it was deep in the volts of her Victorian style home, set to a back drop of back alleys , and just across the road you could see from her window a graveyard that stood motionless, and dark

I still wonder to this day weather them noises I heard were the eirie tones of the walking dead or the squeals of another young fellow situated in the room opposite

Artist :- John & Olivia

Song :- Summer nights

Artist:- boomtown rats

Song :- rat trap

Artist:- Ian Dury

Song:- what a waste

1978

Mother had just returned from school, she was full of praise for the new young teacher fresh from university that had started her high school career the term before,

I was thirteen years and ten months old, and I apparently was the dogs bollocks in her history class, and just the most cutest boy ever, and Miss Makin the new teacher thought the sun shone out of my arse, and told my mum as much,

and she also went onto say to my mum that I was such a lovely kid she could just take me home for herself, and you know what, some years later she certainly did just that and more,

1982

A drink in the hop pole was on the cards this Friday night, because the previous week Chris Wayne and myself had been to a party at the parents house of one of the girls we hung out with,

I assume the parents were away as we all slept over , and this was where I met my first true love, and I was hers,

well for the four and a half years we were together I’d like to think we had some sort of a connection, we did after all almost make it to the Alta,

nothing though was settled on that party night, you see the next day the girl in question Confessed her love for my mate Chris,

but luckily for me he was interested in someone else at that time, which hopefully left the door open for me, well let’s say somewhat ajar, ok a crack emerged which I could see light through if I squinted, which I took with both hands and held on for dear fucking life,

Christ she was so beautiful you had to cling on to crumbs of life,

but it would take some weeks to win the girl of my dreams, as I had to do the mating game, which consisted of turning up by accident to places where she would be,

getting mates to exaggerate story’s about me,

get her friends on side, usually a drink or two would do that, and also shower her with gifts, but inexpensive gifts just in case you get rejected, then the lay out is minimal.

so me and the lads are out on a rekkie of the fashionable distillerys of the nineteen eighties

We entered one such venue called the hop pole around eight in the evening, feeling somewhat happy and fuzzy all in side, due to the few Dutch courage beers we’d had on the way there, in the hope of an accidental meeting, slyly pre arranged with me and the girls, cash may have exchanged hands,

in the age of limited technology we always relied on the word of mouth, but on this occasion that mouth was obviously very wrong on the venue where the girls would be at that time, even though the information was passed onto me by the same girls we should have been meeting things in medieval times can sometimes go wrong, and they often do,

and then there’s no back up, and no quick phone call or face time, messenger or telepathy,

you just gritted your teeth and got pissed trying to catch up, zig zagging across town,

anyway we’d either missed the girls and we were now on catch up, or we’d over took them on the pub run, or maybe they were not even fucking out,

so tonight I maybe just out of luck on the hunt for a girlfriend,

but for now that can wait for another day,

there was at that moment other fish to fry as the saying goes, because out of the corner of my eye I only spotted an ex teacher I had a crush on from my high school days, now just to put your mind at rest, it is a lady and she’s no fucking old granny either,

the approach has to be perfect and the chat up line has to work,

and I certainly have to look and act mature because now at the grand old age of seventeen, I was now a man with a mans needs, and after all less than three years ago this young teacher was in love with me and wanted to take me home,

and all that was on my mind in the seconds that I looked over into those dam sexy brown eyes, I was hoping the lady had not changed her mind about me, and my now manly chiselled looks would not put her off,

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My mother was so over the moon with the way I have approached my lessons, after all the praise my history teacher gave me,

but all I could think of at that age was how to escape my mums adulation and praises,

I just wanted to get to my bedroom for fuck sake,

and masturbate the fuck out of myself all afternoon at the thought of Miss Makin naked, and what she’d do to me if I was a naughty boy, and my thoughts of an adoption by this young harlet had me at boiling point, to the point that my mother asked if I was feeling ok, apparently I was reddening in the face by the second,

I could take no more fantasising

so at that moment I just had to run,

Two stairs at a time

straight to my bed

and I’d come before I had chance to shake hands with the little bugger,

1982

the approach had to be on point, I had one chance and one chance only,

so a quick word with the boys a flick of the blond locks, the puffing of the chest and I’m off,

it was such a short distance to travel from the bar where I was leaning, back to the bar, two elbows up and on the bar behind me, and pouting like the pouting king,

my eyes were fixed onto Miss Makin’s eyes, and there and then i knew she wanted me, her plump red lips were quivering,

Now this is my chance, but with the first step my chance may well have gone forever,

ok the first step went well, it was the follow up step with my left leg that had me in trouble, it seemed to stay where I’d left it instead of moving, and within a milli second it then moved uncontrollably, sending me forward at speed doing a little jig before coming to a sudden stop as I fell forward into and over the table where Miss Makin was sittin with two of her girl friends,

I landed on the other side of the table on my back, I had twisted a hundred and eighty degrees going over the table and ad I lay there looking up I could see the brown eyes of Miss Makin looking startled and shocked, and she seemed to topple from her chair with minimal damage,

now I cannot say the same for her friends, as the blonde to her right got the full force of a pint of golden that I was holding, with a direct hit to the face, her make up lasted no more than a second before it cascaded downwards, it was like her face was melting,

the brunette to her left took a direct hit as my trailing arm followed through wiping out the whole table of drinks which landed on said brunette who herself landed in the space between the chairs and me,

the broken nose she received was definitely not my fault, it was a pure accident as she moved the wrong way as my arm came to rest on her face,

1978

I’ve never got myself ready for school so quick the following morning, I even had a bath which was frowned upon by my mum, as bath night was Sunday, but fuck her it’s my love life at stake here, and boy odour surely cannot help,

I’m skipping to the bus and arrive early for school for the first time since nursery, and I only arrived early there because mother wanted a rid of me,

Nine thirty and the history lesson was upon us, and I take my place front of the class, I think I even shuffled my desk closer to Miss Makins desk just for the smell of her perfume,

She had positioned herself in front of her desk leaning provocatively back slightly, with her ass resting on the edge,

her legs stretched out front with that green short mini skirt rising up, showing off her perfect thighs,

her hands clasped together in front of her resting on her flat stomach just below her navel, she was ready to start the lesson. Oh my god and so was I.

1982

Christopher apologised, he assured me that the chaos that ensued was definitely not in his plans when he dropped to his knees and grabbed my left ankle as I was about to approach Miss Makin, but this did not stop him and the boys rolling around the tacky ciggie laden carpet of the pub, laughing like a clan of hyenas, tears rolling down there faces, in shear delight of the carnage they had just witnessed and created , twats the lot of them,

There had to be a way to rescue this from disaster, many ideas were flashing like lightning through my brain as I assessed the situation in the seconds before the kick to the balls arrived.

1978

As the lesson moves on to some time in history,

a time we’ve all forgotten about, and about people and places we don’t even know or care about ,

my head is firmly in the present and fantasing on whether miss Makin is wearing stockings or are they tights as I follow the line of her leg from her ankle upto her thigh which seems to go on for ever, and when I reach the top of he mini skirt I decide she is wearing stockings, as I look up to miss’s eyes I can see that she is staring right back at me with her big brown eyes encased in those black rimmed glasses that give her that cute girly look with her jet black bob haircut and to top it all off what sat upon the bob was an Alice band,

her face though does not look as pleased as mine her eyes bore into mine like hot pokers, and then I caught what she was saying as I shook myself from my day dream , her raised voice quivering, as she ordered me to wake up and rejoin the class quickly followed by a demand that she will see me after school for a one to one detention,

Fucking Result!

1982

Women complain about having a baby, well I say to you all have you ever been properly kicked in the bollocks full on with the perfect shot, by the woman you have just ruined the make up of,

well let me tell you that once you have popped your eyes back into your head, stopped the vomiting and screaming, the next step is to scramble around the floor in pure agony searching for your scrotum an balls, and once they are back in a safe place albeit the size of your fucking head , the uncontrollable crying can proceed,

so you see the minutes after contact is far more painful than nine months of pregnancy and delivery put together,

but some times it’s useful to be injured in such a manner when you have fucked up three girls night out, because sympathy comes to a man who is crying like a baby and rolling round the floor sucking his thumb,

Miss Makin bypassed her brunette girlfriend, who was still lying on her back soaked and stinking of beer and spirits, bleeding profusely all over the manky carpet from a broken nose, just to get to me, where she proceeded to check my tackle while asking questions of the medical type, it turns out she’s also a first aider, and considers a mans cock and balls a priority over a friends broken face,

the blonde girl who only had a pint of beer in the face overreacted somewhat and I told her so, in hindsight a bad idea as she reacted by grabbing as much ale as she could from a near by table,

and i obviously ended the day very wet myself,

the situation calmed considerably when my mates eventually stopped laughing their tits off and came to the rescue of broken girl and mad blonde, this left Miss Makin focused on me

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Detention started promptly at four pm, which was the time the school bell for home time went off back in the day,

I am sat alone waiting and waiting just where I was ordered to wait by Miss when she delt out this punishment,

my heart is pounding I am sweating from head to toe and I’m feeling so nervous, the wait for my punishment is so overwhelming,

and I’m ready to leave when the door of the room swings into action, and in walks Boudica,

At one minute past four standing before me was this vision of beauty, dressed in a leather basque leaving nothing to the imagination, her Breasts were spilling out in all directions,

her long legs went on forever, and I was fucking right, she had on stockings, with the obligatory suspenders and high high fucking heel boots laced up to the thigh,

the whip in her right hand was slowly being flayed

She spoke precise and slowly “wake up you little shit, wake up” I opened my eyes and I was being shook by the shoulders, and there before me was the head mistress, a dragon of a woman her halitosis breath burning my head alive,

She was shaking me, (over zealous with the shaking if you ask me) I must have dropped off, a fucking dream that’s all it was,

but what I receive next was not, I was bent over the chair i once sat upon moments before, while the fucking dragon whacked me with six of the best from the slipper, a common corporal punishment tool of the day, (head mistress obviously had been on the obligatory torture courses I've spoken about, but I suspect she had not got to level five punishment quite yet) Miss Makin was in at hand, maybe some in house torture training, but I was fine with her attendance as it helped me focus, as I had a great view of her legs from the position I was placed, on the down side our relationship faltered from that day forth, except within my head where she’s a regular visitor.

1982

She didn’t even bloody recognise me as she rubbed my cock an balls,

but she certainly recognised my manhood grow with every soft stroke of her perfectly manicured hand, which promptly helped her decide that I must be free from injury and it may now be time to stop,

and as she helped me to my feet, I felt I had to introduce myself, even though there was certain rejection on the horizon, due to my abortion of an attempted seduction,

I first thank her for helping a man in distress with which she smiles and reply’s your just a boy, with which I look down to where she had only minutes before been massaging, and she nods and says Fair point, we laugh and just start walking , I only introduce myself as John and she as Maggie, I feared at that moment she was about to reply Miss Makin,

but in a jaw dropping moment my life changed forever, Maggie askes me back to her place for a proper check up, but only on the provision we take a short cut through the cemetery, I’d take a short cut through fucking horse shite on roller skates if it means getting a chance to be inside Miss Makin, well inside Miss Makin’s house at least, fucking result on the cards,

Now it was very dark, damp and very Erie trying to navigate through all those fucking graves, that was until we came upon an empty one, a grave that seems to have been dug, but no one seems to be at home,

and this is where I feel I’ve been played because Maggie is now getting full on horny and insits we get into this freshly dug grave, now I may have been a little fearful, maybe nervous and panicky at that moment,

but I was in that fucking hole hoping to get into another hole well before her sentence was finished,

and what a fucking mess we were in when we arrived at her front door,

and I think I called it right, as it looked like we’d been rolling in horse shite for the last hour, alright it was thirty minutes, ok it was more like fifteen minutes but by my reckoning we’ve got all night once we’d bathed together,

It took literally five minutes to Maggie’s front door, as she lives opposite the cemetery on Manchester road,

so we were naked and washing each other’s back in no time, and once we were clean and smelling of roses I was taken by the hand and guided down two flights of stairs to the ground floor and towards a big mahogany door at the end of a corridor,

to me it looked like there may be a cupboard under the stairs where you keep your vacuum cleaner, which got me to thinking what was she expecting me to do with that? but I need not have been concerned because as she opened the door I could see that there was a staircase leading down towards a red light, and I knew then I was either in big fucking trouble or I was heading towards the fantasy of a life time that I have dreamt of for three years four months three days two hours seven minutes and twenty five seconds, but who's counting,

The dungeon of love was all that and more, Maggie had disappeared behind a curtain soon as she had me tied and bent forward over a chair, she quickly reappeared, and as I craned my neck to see, there she was naked with only thigh length boots to keep her warm, she stretched out her right arm from behind her back to show me the slipper she had in her hand, “well Mr Taylor do you remember this”

Fucking result!