The Tutoring Session That Ended with the Teachers Subdued

The meeting was set for four in the afternoon. Carolina, Beatriz, Andrea and Patricia met in the school parking lot, all four wearing the same weary expression, all four summoned for the same reason: their third-grade children, eight years old each, were considered responsible for every bit of mischief that happened inside the grounds.

—Are we having the talk again? —Carolina asked, the youngest in the group at thirty-three, as she adjusted her bag on her shoulder.

—For the umpteenth time —Patricia, the oldest, replied, nodding in resignation. At thirty-nine, barely turned, she had learned to recognize those unpleasant faces waiting for them behind the same desks every time.

Beatriz and Andrea came over almost at the same time. Both worked and had taken the day off just to attend that meeting. Carolina and Patricia, both on leave, could afford the flexibility, but none of them enjoyed the ordeal.

—This time it’s with the headmaster —Andrea murmured—. Something serious must have happened.

—What’s happening is that those two men have it in for our kids —Beatriz spat as they headed for the main entrance—. Every school incident gets hung on them, guilty or not.

The headmaster’s office was on the first floor, at the end of a corridor that smelled of disinfectant and old paper. The four walked in silence. When they entered, headmaster Ramón Saldaña, a tall, gray-haired man with round glasses and just-turned-fifty, received them without getting up from his armchair. At his side, standing, waited tutor Octavio Marín, bald, with a badly trimmed beard and the look of contempt he always gave them.

—Have a seat, ladies —Saldaña said in a tone that was meant to be conciliatory and came off patronizing.

The four complied and sat together in front of the desk.

—We’ve reached an unsustainable point —Octavio began even before any of them could open their mouths—. Your children have been painting graffiti on the courtyard wall, setting firecrackers inside the chalkboards and, most recently, pouring oil on the desks in the adjoining classroom. These aren’t pranks anymore, this is organized vandalism.

He spoke with such vehemence that a thread of saliva flew from his mouth and landed in Andrea’s lap. She pulled away with visible disgust, wiping it off with the palm of her hand.

—Moderate the way you speak to us —Patricia asked firmly—. And moderate your accusations too. Do you have proof it was our children? Because I find it hard to believe four eight-year-olds have the logistical capacity for such a display.

Saldaña leaned forward over the desk. He picked up a cardboard envelope with some theatricality and dropped it before the mothers.

—Here’s the report. Fifteen days’ expulsion for the four of them. The decision has been made.

Carolina felt the blood rush to her temples.

—Fifteen days is outrageous. My son would lose the rhythm of the entire term. And you haven’t proved anything.

—We don’t have to prove anything to mothers who don’t know how to raise children —Octavio spat, again with his reckless saliva.

Andrea, sick of the man, rose from her chair with strange calm. She took two steps toward the tutor and, with a precision that surprised even her friends, drove a knee between his legs, making Octavio fold in half before collapsing to the floor on his knees, both hands clutching his crotch and a pitiful groan escaping his throat.

The silence that followed was absolute.

Saldaña rose from the red armchair in a fury.

—What do you think you’re doing, you savage women, I’m going to report all four of you, this is assault...

He couldn’t finish the sentence. Beatriz, black belt in karate since she was twenty-two, had circled the desk in silence and delivered a sharp blow to the base of his neck that sent him collapsing against the desk, conscious but with no strength to react.

Patricia and Carolina looked at each other. Both smiled with a mix of disbelief and satisfaction they couldn’t hide.

—So what now? —Carolina asked under her breath.

Patricia reached into her bag and took out a roll of thin cord she usually used to pack parcels in her small online business. She had put it in that morning for no apparent reason, almost out of habit. Life was returning that coincidence to her with a smile.

—Now we give them the lesson they’ve been deserving for years.

Between the four of them, they lifted the tutor off the floor and sat him on one of the auxiliary chairs in the office. Andrea held his wrists behind the backrest while Patricia tied the cord with practiced skill. Beatriz did the same with Saldaña, who was already starting to catch his breath, and Carolina finished the knots so neither could move.

When the two men were secured, Andrea took a chair and sat down in front of them with her legs crossed, her heels pointed toward the victims like small shining daggers.

—I’ll explain how this is going to go —she said in a calm, almost instructional voice—. You’re going to tear up that report. You’re going to cancel the expulsion. And you’re going to forget everything that’s happened in this office. In return, we’ll let you go and leave as if nothing happened.

Octavio tried to protest. He barely managed a grunt before Patricia came over, lifted her skirt with a quick motion and, to the stunned looks of her three friends, took off her panties and shoved them into the tutor’s mouth with two fingers, pushing until only a bit of fabric was barely visible.

—What the hell, Patricia —Carolina murmured between laughter and horror.

—My husband loves it when I do this —she replied, shrugging—. And today I happen to be on my period. Consider it extra punishment.

Octavio’s eyes went huge and he tried to spit out the gag, but he couldn’t. He could taste the thick metallic blood of menstruation seeping between his teeth, soaking his tongue, and a retch climbed up his throat that he had to swallow because there was nowhere else for it to go. Andrea let out a short laugh that spread to the other three.

Saldaña, seeing what awaited him, tried to speak.

—Wait, wait, we can negotiate...

Beatriz approached calmly. She gripped his head by the gray hair and tilted it back until the headmaster was staring at the ceiling.

—You’re not in a position to negotiate —she told him near his ear—. You’re in a position to obey.

Carolina slowly took off her shoes. She pulled down her stockings with two slow tugs, leaving them hanging from one hand like a soft trophy, and brought her bare foot to Saldaña’s face. She pressed his cheek with the sole. The headmaster closed his eyes. He felt the softness of female skin against his, the damp contrast of sweat trapped all afternoon, and a humiliation that burned inside him more than the blow to his neck.

—Open your mouth, pig —Carolina ordered in a firm whisper.

Saldaña pressed his lips together. Beatriz squeezed his balls through his trousers with cruelty, twisting them with two fingers until a hoarse moan escaped the headmaster. She took advantage of the moment and Carolina slid two toes over his tongue, unhurried, leaving them there while he trembled and tasted them against his will.

—Suck —Carolina said—. Suck well, like you’ve wanted to do for years every time you looked at my legs when I came to these meetings.

Saldaña obeyed. Carolina felt the hot tongue wrap around her toes and a stab of pleasure rose from her ankle. She bit her lower lip. She hadn’t expected that. She hadn’t planned that.

—Patricia —she called, her voice a little rougher—. This asshole’s hard. Look at him.

Patricia came over and looked at his crotch. Saldaña’s trousers clearly marked an erection that stretched the fabric.

—Look at this, girls —she announced with a cruel smile—. Our children’s headmaster getting hard like a teenager because one mother puts her foot in his mouth. What admirable moral authority.

Beatriz unzipped the headmaster’s fly without saying a word. She pulled his cock out in one tug, thick, red, with a heavy drop already beading at the tip. She held it between two fingers as if it disgusted her.

—What a cock the headmaster has —she said flatly—. And he’s hard for us, too. Andrea, come see.

Andrea came closer, crouched down, and studied it up close without touching.

—It’s dripping —she murmured—. He loves what we’re doing to him. Look at him.

Saldaña wanted to shake his head but Carolina’s toes were still in his mouth and all he could do was groan. She withdrew them slowly, leaving a thread of saliva hanging between her toes and his lips.

—Answer —Carolina demanded—. Do you like us treating you like a dog?

—Yes —the headmaster whispered, dropping his head.

—Louder.

—Yes, ma’am.

—Yes, ladies —Patricia corrected—. There are four of us.

—Yes, ladies.

Beatriz gripped the headmaster’s cock with her hand and began stroking him with bureaucratic slowness, with no tenderness whatsoever, as if she were squeezing a lemon. Saldaña’s face twisted between shame and the pleasure he couldn’t possibly hide.

—You’re not going to come —Beatriz told him in his ear—. We’re not allowing it. If you come before we say, you’ll eat it off the floor yourself. Understood?

The headmaster nodded, biting his lips, clenching his thighs.

Andrea, meanwhile, had returned to Octavio. She pulled the gag, soaked through, from his mouth with two fingers and dropped it onto the desk with a wet plop. The tutor’s lips were stained dark red and he breathed in gasps.

—Now you’re going to sign —Andrea told him, taking him by the chin—. But first you’re going to do one more little thing. Open your fly yourself, with the hand I’m freeing.

Octavio protested with a moan but Andrea dug her nails into his jaw and he obeyed. She untied his right wrist. The tutor pulled down his fly with trembling fingers and took out a much smaller cock than the headmaster’s, thin, crooked and rock-hard too.

—What a surprise —Patricia said with a slow smile—. The loudest one is the smallest. Of course.

—Sign —Andrea ordered, putting the pen between his fingers and the envelope on his lap—. And while you sign, you’re going to jerk off in front of us. With the other hand. Without stopping. If it goes soft, if you stop moving it, we start over from the beginning and this time we’ll shove the headmaster’s tie up your ass.

Octavio swallowed. With his right hand he began writing under Andrea’s dictation, word by word, the cancellation of the expulsion and a formal apology to the children. With his left, he gripped his own cock and started jerking off at a clumsy, humiliated pace, looking at the paper so he wouldn’t have to look at the mothers.

—Faster with the hand —Beatriz said—. And don’t come either, pig. Neither of you comes until we say so.

Carolina was more aroused than she wanted to admit. She could feel her panties soaked under her skirt and an urgent need between her legs she hadn’t felt in months with her husband. She looked at Patricia. Patricia returned the look and understood her instantly.

—Girls —Patricia said with a new calm—, I think we’ve got two idle cocks here and four cunts that have gone years without an afternoon off. It’d be a shame to waste it.

Andrea laughed with a short, dirty cackle.

—You’re insane.

—I’m inspired. Different thing.

Carolina was first. She lifted her skirt to her waist, yanked down her wet panties and threw them at Saldaña’s face, where they landed over his nose. She climbed onto the headmaster’s lap astride, gripped his hard cock with her hand and eased it into herself slowly, very slowly, feeling him open her centimeter by centimeter. When she had him all the way inside, she let out a deep moan.

—Fuck —she whispered—. What a cock you’ve got, pig. And to think you used to talk to us with that shitty voice.

She began moving on top of him, rising and falling with her hands on the chair back, letting her tits bounce at the level of the headmaster’s face. Beatriz unbuttoned her blouse from behind and pulled her breasts out of her bra, shoving them against Saldaña’s mouth.

—Suck them —Beatriz ordered—. If you stop sucking them while she’s fucking you, I’ll rip off that cock you’re so proud of.

Saldaña obeyed, sucking Carolina’s nipples with the desperation of a newborn, while she rode him with the calm, cruel rhythm of a woman who knows exactly what she wants. The chair creaked. The desk shook. The half-signed report fell to the floor and nobody cared.

Andrea, meanwhile, had forced Octavio to let go of his cock and stick out his tongue. She lifted her skirt, moved her panties aside without taking them off, and sat her cunt on the tutor’s face, grinding it against his mouth.

—Eat, asshole —she told him—. Eat like your life depends on it. And don’t stop until I come. If I come, maybe we’ll let you come too.

Octavio buried his tongue between Andrea’s pussy lips with desperate eagerness. She closed her eyes and rested her hands on the tutor’s bald head, guiding his rhythm, pressing against his face every time he found the exact spot on her clit.

—There, there, don’t move from there, you son of a bitch —Andrea panted—. Right there.

Beatriz and Patricia looked at each other. Patricia smiled.

—I call the headmaster’s mouth when Carolina’s done —she said—. I still have to feed him what Octavio’s carrying.

—And I’m keeping the tutor’s cock —Beatriz replied—. Small as it is, it’ll serve for something.

Carolina came over Saldaña with a long moan, clutching the headmaster’s shoulders and sinking her nails in. The man’s cock, still hard and throbbing, remained inside her for one second too long before Carolina stood up and showed Patricia her soaked cunt like someone showing off a recipe.

—All yours, darling.

Patricia climbed onto the headmaster’s chair with her thighs open and without ceremony. Her cunt was stained red with her period. She put it on Saldaña’s face with the same firmness Andrea had used with Octavio.

—You’re going to clean me off completely —she said—. With your tongue. No complaining. And if you leave even a single drop, we start over.

The headmaster closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. Patricia rubbed herself over him mercilessly, gripping the back of his neck, feeling the headmaster’s disgust and pleasure mix with each hot breath against her skin. His gray beard turned red.

Beatriz sat on the edge of the desk, lifted her skirt and spread her legs in front of Octavio. She took his small cock in her hand and guided it herself to her pussy. The tutor entered with difficulty, and Beatriz looked at him with a mocking smile.

—Move, little one. Fuck me like you’ve got even a bit of man in you.

Octavio tried to thrust, tied as he was to the chair, clumsy and desperate. Beatriz laughed every time his cock slipped out and she had to put it back in herself.

—What a pathetic lay —Andrea said, still panting after her orgasm—. This poor guy doesn’t even know how to fuck.

—Well, he’s going to learn today —Beatriz shot back, grabbing his neck and sinking her nails in—. Or he learns, or he doesn’t get out of this chair alive.

Patricia came on the headmaster’s face with a hoarse cry, squeezing her legs around his neck. When she pulled away, Saldaña’s beard had become a red, wet canvas. The headmaster breathed in gasps, coughing, with his cock still hard and throbbing between his legs.

—Now yes —Patricia said, wiping herself with the back of her hand—. Now you can come, pig. But you swallow every drop. Every last one. If it falls to the floor, you lick it up.

Beatriz finished stroking the headmaster until Saldaña let out a grunt and came over his own hand and his own shirt. Beatriz gathered the semen with two fingers, brought it to the man’s face, and shoved it into his mouth without saying a word. Saldaña swallowed with his eyes closed.

—Good boy —Beatriz said, patting his cheek—. You learn fast, like Carolina said.

Octavio, for his part, couldn’t hold out much longer either. He came inside Beatriz with a pathetic whimper that the four of them celebrated with laughter. Beatriz stood up, pulled up her panties without wiping herself, and smiled at the tutor.

—I’m taking your load as a keepsake too, little one. Besides the boss’s tie.

—Good —Patricia said, getting down from the chair and straightening her skirt—. Andrea, hand over the report again. Let this asshole finish signing properly.

Andrea picked up the envelope from the floor. She took a pen from her bag and put it back between Octavio’s fingers.

—You know what you have to sign —she told him, placing the gag back to one side just in case—. You cancel the expulsion, you write a note apologizing to the children and you sign. If you yell, if you call for help or if you say a single out-of-place word, we put the panties back on you. And Patricia still has plenty of days of her period left.

Octavio nodded, defeated. Andrea dictated every word to him. While he wrote with a trembling hand and semen still sliding down his flaccid cock, Carolina came back to the headmaster and put her wet foot on his face again, marking territory.

We’re enjoying this too much, Carolina thought, without letting up on the pressure.

—Have you ever thought —Patricia said, pacing around the office with the calm of someone organizing a class— how little it takes to lose control? How many times our children have asked you for a second of attention and you’ve punished them for moving in class. How many times we’ve come here to hear you talk to us with that bored civil-servant superiority. Well, today you’re learning what it feels like to get fucked without permission.

Beatriz approached the headmaster. She loosened his tie knot and took it off completely. She ran it through her hands like someone examining a trophy.

—I’m keeping this as a souvenir —she said, slipping it into her coat pocket—. So every time you see it hanging in my entryway, you remember who’s in charge.

***

Octavio finished signing. Andrea checked the document, nodded and folded it carefully before putting it in her bag.

—All right —she said, closing the clasp with a click—. Now the important part.

She walked over to the office phone, picked it up and dialed her own mobile number. When it rang inside her bag, she let it ring two tones before hanging up.

—I’ve logged your numbers —she lied coolly—. And I’ve got this whole afternoon recorded on my phone. Every moan of yours, every fuck, every word. If any of you dare open your mouths to the police, your wives, the education inspectorate or anyone else, that recording will be online before the week is out. Your careers, your families, your reputations. All of it disappears in one afternoon.

Saldaña tried to speak. Carolina removed her foot from his face and let him pronounce three words.

—We won’t say anything.

—Louder.

—We won’t say anything.

—Look me in the eyes when you say it.

The headmaster lifted his head with effort. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair disheveled, a thread of saliva and semen at the corner of his mouth, his beard stained red. Carolina held his gaze until he lowered his eyes by pure instinct of submission.

—We won’t say anything, ma’am.

—Very good —Carolina said—. You learn fast.

Beatriz bent down in front of Octavio. She brought her face close to his ear and whispered something her friends couldn’t hear. The tutor closed his eyes and started sobbing silently.

—What did you say to him? —Patricia asked as they began gathering their bags.

—I described in detail what I intend to do to him if he ever touches my son again, even with his eyes —Beatriz replied, shrugging—. I get creative when I’m angry.

The four looked at each other. Patricia checked that the ropes were loose enough for them to free themselves in an hour, tight enough to make it take them a good while. Carolina picked up her shoes and stockings and put them on calmly, leaving her soaked panties on the headmaster’s desk as a final signature. Andrea put away the pen. Beatriz adjusted her coat and felt the pocket with the stolen tie.

They left the office the same way they had entered. In silence. Down the corridor of disinfectant and old paper. They greeted the janitor as they crossed the entrance and got into their respective cars.

They met at a nearby café, three streets from the school. The four of them sat together at a back table, ordered coffee and looked at each other without saying a word for almost a full minute. Then Andrea let out a nervous laugh that broke the silence.

—Did we really just do that? —she asked.

—We really just did —Patricia confirmed.

—I still can’t believe it —Carolina murmured—. Patricia, the panties thing... and what came after...

—I never thought I’d do it with a stranger —she laughed—. Neither thing. But the bastards deserved it.

—And that look you gave the headmaster when you pulled out the cord? —Beatriz asked Patricia—. It was actually scary.

Patricia smiled with a hint of mischief and stirred her coffee with the spoon.

—I’m an actress, darling. A professor of dramatic arts. It’s been years since I was given such a good role.

The four of them burst into laughter that filled the entire café. The waitress looked at them curiously but didn’t ask. Those women seemed to have brought something new into the world that afternoon, something that still had no name but lit up their faces from within. A feeling none of them had ever tried before and that, though they would never say it aloud, they would probably want to feel again.