Mistress Akemi

Mistress Anne
The Ballad of Miss Akemi

My name is Akemi. I live in Melbourne Australia and work at one of the local Primary schools. I teach a class of grade 3 students and I tell you, a room full of eight year olds' are hard to control at the best of time. There are always your trouble makers, your smart kids and the ones who could be smart but just don’t try. By the middle of the term most of them have settled in. Molly, Rondo, Ellen, Caro. Children make friends or hook up with friends from the year before but most get into a pattern.

Then there's Anne. Average build, slightly thin and lightly tanned she was a brighter than average girl who was definitely not big on sports. When in line for class her bob of auburn hair could always be seen above the heads of other students and when working her hazel eyes would always drift of behind an uncertain frown only to sparkle when she came up with an answer. While not a trouble child per say she was still a conundrum. Brighter than average with no friends of note; her grades good were always good but during class she always seamed to be in a daze. Ask her a question and she would answer it instantly and usually correct, but when doing her work it was as though she continually has something in her mind.

I would sit there and watch her during class as she worked, putting on an industrious face whenever I looked her way only to find she would never complete the work in the allotted time. Never mind that the homework I set her was often grade five work, never mind that when kept back during recess and lunch she would always finish in ample time; she still seamed unable to function during classroom hours.

As the minuted ticked by prior to this one recess I could tell Anne was behind on her reading and writing exercises again. I looked at the reflection of my face in the small mirror clock on my desk. I was only a year out of teaching school. At age 26 I had taken the grade three's in a country school last year. After that I had though I'd had enough hands on experience to handle this class but Anne was a puzzle I just did not know how to solve.
My own brown eyes blinked at me from the Japanese face barely visible inside the frame. I was proud of myself. Proud of my body which I had managed to tone slightly while in the country. Swimming, tennis; these things had kept me trim and even though my curves were subtle and my breasts only moderate in size I felt I had enough to merit pride in myself. Pride in my looks, pride in my brains and pride in my abilities to problem solve.
Anne was a problem and I was determined to solve her.

As the class started to move for recess Anne was already getting out the book that required the most work. I sat there at my desk and just stared at her as the other students left. Everybody had started to get used to this routine and I shook my head at her as the last student left.
"Can you come to the front of the room please Anne?" I asked, making her jump slightly. This wasn't to the pattern we'd developed as I usually allowed her to work by herself, departing to the teachers lounge.
"Yes Miss." she replied. For a moment she made to grab her pencils and books, then put them back on the desk again when I indicated she wouldn't need them. Dressed in blue skirt and yellow polo the girl somehow managed to hide despite the bright colours of her uniform. It was just something about the way she acted. She wasn't like other children who stood out on the oval, dotting it in a haze of noise and colour.
She spoke and she was open and honest. She just didn't chatter needlessly.

The girl blushed as she approached the desk, eyeing me over and then looking at the ground with nerves.
"You worry me, you do know that don’t you Anne?" I asked, staring at my clock. The girl stood by my desk staring at the ground. Every now and then she'd look up at me only to stare at the ground again.
"I know miss. I try to get the work done I really do -"
"It's not so much that!" I interrupted her. "I mean I know you will complete the work one way or another. It's just." I sighed at her and tapped my foot.
"Sorry Ms Tanzuki." She replied without my prompting, "I know I have trouble concentrating in class... I can’t really explain it."
"It's something we need to address though Anne. I know your not exactly falling behind or anything but it's not a good image having to keep you in every day during recess and lunch. You should be out there," I waved to the windows on the far left of the room, "playing with the other kids."
"I'm sorry. Miss!" She mumbled again.

She stood there for a few more minutes while I appraised her and I sighed again.
"What is it that keeps distracting you during class?" I enquired, only to have her keep staring at the floor.
"Is it a person?"
"Something like that, miss."
"One of the boys?" Anne's eyes flicked up to look at me for a moment; then she turned around and leaned against my desk, choosing not to look at me.
"It's cause I like someone miss. As in Like, like. And when she's in the room I can't think straight."
I blinked at her honesty and tried to answer, "Well do I know who..." My brain suddenly caught up with Anne's words and I stared at the back of her head. "Her?" I enquired, slightly shocked.

"Mm-hmm."

I looked back at my desk and grabbed the edge of it with my hands. It was one of the last things I had expected but I'd opened this door and I was going to have to walk through it.
"Well...” I said, clearing my throat. "There's nothing wrong with that I suppose. But you can’t let your feelings affect your work like this!"
"I know miss." She replied. Anne continued staring at the wall and I suddenly noticed she was shaking a little.
"So, the best option is to let that person know exactly how you feel about them." I continued, "So, if there is anything I can do -"
Anne spun around as if she had been struck by lightning and a spark appeared in her eye that just craved for attention.
"Do you really mean that Miss?" She begged, throwing me off centre.
"I, um - Yes, I suppose I do?"
Anne grinned and leaned in towards me, her hazel eyes filling my vision.
"Then I can show you how I feel?"
"I, um..." Something in the back of my mind was telling me even then I had no idea what I'd just gotten into.
"Yes." I replied, and tried to smile back at her.
"Thankyou!"

Anne stepped around the desk and wrapped her arms around me. I hesitantly hugged her back, surprised by her behaviour but effectively held prisoner by the sturdy legs on my chair.
"I know you're not really sure what’s going on." She whispered, "But I promise, what I'm about to do I'm doing cause I'm in love with you."
My eyes opened wider as she sat there hugging me. This was not anything like I had expected.
Anne gingerly let go and as she crouched down to crawl under my desk I found my own words from earlier that day drifting across my mind.


I balked, "Anne. I'm not sure you should -" I felt the young girl under my desk forcefully spread my legs apart and raise my skirt. I tried to get up. "You shouldn't be doing this!" I commanded, but found I was pinned down.
Between the sturdy chair and the confined space of the desk there was no way I could back out of this. Anne wrapped her hands up around my thighs pulling me towards her and I struggled, thinking to call for help only to realise just how terrible this scene would look to another persons eyes.
I pleaded with her.
"Anne. Please, you know this is... “Anne’s giggles came up from between my thighs interrupting my thoughts. She rubbed her nose against my inner thigh and I wriggled under the touch. "Anne?" I commanded.
"I love you." replied her sweet little voice, "And I'm going to show you just how much!"

Anne was rubbing her nose into my crotch, pushing the cloth of my undies into the opening of my vagina. She just rubbed it with her nose for a moment as though warming me up. I could feel the cloth rubbing against my labia and when she pushed her nose in and upwards I felt her make contact with my rapidly growing love button. I couldn't help myself. I couldn't fight it any longer. I gripped the table as all words disappeared from my lips. The thought of the eight year old girl between my legs turning me on more than anything any of my past boyfriends had done. Anne giggled at me again and plucked the cloth between her teeth as though plucking a guitar before extending her tongue and gently kissing me through the material.
My head swam at the thought of it and I found myself laying against the desk as she probed the opening of my vagina with her tongue, rubbing the now damp cloth of my knickers up and down the opening and sucking on my swollen clit.
I moaned to her quietly, "How on earth?" I began but realising it didn't matter and I stopped fighting her.

"I met a girl once." Came the mumbled reply, "a few years older than me. I didn't actually like her that much, but we did stuff. I have an idea what to do now cause of her but I've never had anybody I wanted to do this with till now."
The words drifted across my mind and blended with the sensations as she pulled the cloth covering my sacred temple aside and touched her nose directly to my vagina. My hips bucked forwards and I longed to feel her tongue actually enter me.
That pouty smart mouth of hers behind a winning smile. An adults mind and feeling in a child’s body.
I knew my mind was exaggerating her maturity; somehow that knowledge only made what she was doing feel more forbidden. Somehow that just made me want her even more.
"Lift up." she commanded.

I complied and felt her slip away the maturity of my underwear. Her hands caressed my thighs, tickling them as she rubbed her nose against my small patch of pubic hair, giggling. Giggling in a way that made me want to giggle!
I felt her remove my shoes and tickle the tops of my feet and we giggled some more before she placed her child mouth over the adult one in front of her. I gasped into the desk trying to push my hips towards her as her tongue spread my pussy lips - exploring them as though exploring a mountain. Passing over every inch and working their way in and out, up and down until her mouth found my clitoris again.
I swear when I moaned it must have been audible to the children outside. Thankfully for us the desk completely hid the girl between my legs or anybody looking through the window would have seen the sordid secret we were creating.
Anne pulled back and I relaxed for a moment.
"I love you." Her sweet voice informed me, "And I plan to show you in as many ways as possible."

"Annette." I sighed, a part of my mind still wanted to fight but everything disappeared when the girl slapped my thigh with what felt like the force of a freight train.
I jumped in my seat, banging my leg and Anne starting pushing me trying to get out.
"What is it?" I begged, with no clue what I had done. Having been released I slid my chair back and she clambered out.
"It's not Annette!" She demanded as she tugged at her clothes angrily, straightening her own shirt and skirt.
"But I-"
It's not Annette. It's Anne... And Mistress Anne at that!"
I blinked. I was still hot and clammy from her treatment and my groin itched with dampness and heat, begging me to give it more pleasure. I waved my hands in the air, feeling confused and unbalanced.
"I'm sorry!" I begged her. Later I looked back at myself and wondered how that had happened. Me, A 26 year old woman begging an 8 year old for forgiveness and willing to do anything to get it. She had me, even that early.

When she smiled, I smiled too till I saw the glint in her eyes.
"I'm sorry. Miss Anne." I corrected, "I know you love me now and I - But I..." I hesitated, unsure what I wanted or what I should do next. If it was over it would probably be for the best.
"If you think that I -"
"I think!" Anne replied, grabbing my attention, "you and I should go to the reading room."
I gulped and looked at the mentioned place. My groin was screaming out at me. If it was over and Anne wanted to go outside then I would have probably use the reading room myself; if only to relieve myself of the desire still wracked in my heart. I had to admit I'd used it that way in the past as the reading room was more like a little den.
Closed off with pin up boards and inset without any windows children who had been good or finished work were allowed to hide out in that area and play, so long as they didn't disturb other children. It was the perfect place during recess to hide and...
I grinned back and the young child, finally realising what she wanted to do and followed her in there. Part of me expected her to start removing her clothes but I wasn't disappointed when she told me to unbutton my blouse and remove my skirt.

"I'm sorry about earlier, Anne." I caught the look in her eyes, "Mistress Anne!" I corrected myself with a giggle. It was like some tremendous game.
"When we're alone I'm going to be the teacher from now on!" the girl smiled. Unclipping my bra I sat cross legged on the ground and looked at my teacher. Her bob of hair, her tidy little uniform and her gorgeous eyes. I hoped that after today she wouldn't think about this. I hoped that this little game of hers would help her work out her problems during class. And as she sat herself facing me on my lap I hoped and prayed this wouldn't be the only time I found myself being educated by one of my own student. By this particular student.
Our lips met, our tongues touched and Anne cupped my beasts in her hands, massaging them as I moaned into her. I leaned back and allowed her to feel me, touch me and explore me; her lips never leaving mine as she rubbed my belly and pubes. Every time the kiss broke she giggling and every time her hand moved near my vagina I moaned into her.

I was in love.
When she broke our kiss and took my nipple inside my mouth I buckled with a miniature orgasm. The musk from my vagina started dribbling onto the carpet and filling the air with a scent like maple syrup. I wriggled there as her tongue explored my nipple, one of her fingers gently working its way into the opening of my vagina. I grunted as she pushed first one small finger, then a second and a third inside of me. Her thumb rubbed against my clitoris, rolling it around painfully and I came. Only a small orgasm but the first of many. I moaned, wanting release. Wanting relief and wanting the pleasure both to stop and go on forever. Mistress Anne kissed me, first in the cleft on my breasts and then on my belly.

My hands went to her head and followed it down as she moved to kiss my sanctity. With nothing to hold I fondled my own breasts as MY teacher tasted my juices. That's when the watch alarm went off.
I hadn't been aware of it at the time but recess was almost over. It had been a habit of mine for ages to set a watch alarm before each bell so that I could get to the class before my students. Anne picked up on this and broke of her kisses, rubbing me gently and cooing at me.
"Wake up Akemi?" she said, straddling me and massaging my breasts. I looked at her, my eyes opening for the first time since she had sat me down.
"Isn't it nearly time for class?" She asked and I slowly came back to my senses. My eye looked to the shimmer of cum left on the young girls face; so evil a thing and yet too marvellous a site to behold.
"Yss." I replied.
"Yes what?"
It was my turn to giggle, rolling my eyes at her as though I were the child. "Yess Miss Anne!" I replied.

"Thank you Akemi.." she whispered, and I looked at her.
"This is just he first time?" I said, not aware I was begging.
Still straddling me, Anne gave me a passionate kiss and my hands went to her flat chest, tugging at her shirt as I wrapped my arms around her. This golden child.
"Whenever I use your first name!" She told me, "That means I'm in charge."
And with that she got up and left. The bell rang, she worked well during that period and I was distracted the entire time, making for a switch which the pair of us have joked about ever since.
And whenever she calls me by my first name, I find myself falling in love all over again!