Journal 03
Maya 33
Elementary teacher and punk drummer
- Life
- Modest salary. A house shared with the band.
- Temper
- Warm and nurturing by day. Chaotic and loud once the kit is out.
Kinks
- Teacher/student role reversal, adults only
- Heavy spanking
I teach third grade. That sentence stays at the school gate. What I want has nothing to do with those kids and it never gets near them. Nights, I drum until I'm hoarse. The kink lives on my side of the wall: adult men, my age or older, calling me Miss while they fuck me against the fence after the building is dark. Or one of them putting me over a knee and making me the student for once.
Cardigan on. Always the cardigan. The day job is a job. The fence is a different hour, and everybody there can rent a car.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
Your turn, Miss
After practice everybody went for beer. I stayed with Andre. He's thirty-five. He plays bass. He has no interest in my classroom except the way I blush when he uses the word. I had been bossy all night, counting them in, telling him he was late. He waited until the door shut. Then he sat on the kitchen chair and patted his thigh. Come here, Miss. I laughed. He didn't.…
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The lot was empty. The janitor's car was gone. I had locked my room, walked the long way, and texted two men from the band's list. Both over thirty. Both know the rule: never the school day, never anyone young, never inside, never a joke about my students. They want me. That's the whole cast. I kept the cardigan. Skirt up, tights ripped at the thigh on purpose. The chain-link…
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