Lara The Cheer Captain
by Mariax

Chapter 5

Greg Pelter was exactly what you would imagine a High School Calculus teacher to be. He was balding, skinny, wore thick glasses, and he was incredibly awkward with women. He had once been a very promising mathematician, but one tiny little incident had him threatened with a sexual harassment suit, and he was forced to step down from his position at a prestigious university. He now found himself wasting his days teaching basic mathematical principles to a bunch of uninterested high school students at an uninteresting backwater high school.

He remembered it like it was yesterday. Just three years ago, his teaching assistant, a beautiful young math major named Tiffany, kept showing up to his office in the shortest little skirts. She would lean over his desk asking him about his theorems and stick her cute little butt up. He was certain she was trying to seduce him. After weeks of this he had decided to man-up and make his move. The next time she bent over his desk like that in her tiny little skirt he placed his hand very low on her lower back and allowed his pinky to slightly dip into the top of her skirt.

It turned out she had not been trying to seduce him, and the red handprint had still not disappeared from his cheek by the time he was called into the Dean’s office. He had been asked to leave with as little attention as possible. Just quietly hand in his resignation and be gone from the university by the following day. If he did that there would be no report made and no charges filed. Having no real choice in the matter, he did exactly that. Within two hours he had gone from being a promising future tenured Professor at a prestigious university to being unemployed and unemployable in any proper university. No official charges had been filed, but word travels fast in those circles. No one would hire a pervert and liability like Greg Pelter.

Four months later he began his dead-end career as a high school math teacher at East Hill High School. Not a day went by that he did not wish he could put that flirty bitch that cost him his future in her place. Why dress like that and act so sexy towards a man if you are not interested? His actions were logical, at least they seemed that way at the time. He had always been a perfect gentleman up to that point.

Mr. Pelter was pulled back to reality by the ringing of the bell. It was time to teach another bunch of high school idiots some simple equations. He noticed it was quieter than normal and the students all seemed to keep looking towards the back of the class when they thought they could do it casually. That’s when he noticed the girl in the tiny skirt in the back. Mr. Pelter hardly ever bothered learning the names of any of his students. This girl was dressed just like that bitch, Tiffany. She looked a little like her too. To be fair this girl had bigger tits than Tiffany. He decided to take attendance and figure out what this girl’s name was.

He ran through name after name of students he didn’t care about until she finally raised her hand. Lara Kinshaw. Lara. He would remember that name. Who did this Lara think she was? Coming to his class looking like a cheap slut. Looking like that cheap slut Tiffany… He quickly ran through the rest of the attendance sheet, barely bothering to even mark the absences. Maybe he had no way of ever getting back at Tiffany, but clearly this Lara slut is the same type of person. Maybe he could take her down a peg. Maybe that would make him feel a little better.


Lara tried her best to become invisible in the back of her math class. It was apparently not working. Every single student in the class kept looking at her and the inappropriate amount of leg she was showing. Several of the students were nudging each other and pointing out her protruding nipples as well.

Mr. Pelter seemed undisturbed by the murmuring going on throughout his entire class, and Lara even felt that he checked out her legs several times as well. Surely, she was imagining things, Mr. Pelter was not the type of person to act so indecently. Lara just made sure to keep her knees pressed tightly together and attempted to pay attention to the lesson. The fact that she could feel the cold plastic of the chair directly touching the lower part of her butt cheeks, where the newly shortened skirt no longer covered them, kept her on edge. As did the constant looks and smirks from her classmates. Several times she thought she saw someone pointing their phone at her. She hoped they were not taking pictures, but there was not really anything she could do about it.

The most humiliating part of this situation was that Lara could feel her vagina moistening with every glance. She hated being looked at in this way, but her body could not help but slowly heat up every time it felt lecherous eyes digging into it.

Mr. Pelter closed his book and dropped it onto his desk, drawing everyone’s eyes to the front of the room. Even Lara was brought back to the real world by the sudden noise.

“All right, I hope everyone has been paying attention. To make sure everyone is following me I am going to pick one of you at random and have you come solve a problem on the blackboard.” Mr. Pelter pretended to pick up his attendance sheet and pick a name at random, “Lara Kinshaw, come to the front of the class.”

Lara felt like a deer in headlights. Of all days, why did she have to get called up to solve a stupid math problem today? She very slowly moved her legs to the side of her desk, making sure not to split her knees by even a centimeter. With the short length of her skirt, and her lack of panties, she was in constant danger of flashing her entire class. She managed to safely extricate herself from the desk and began making her way to the front of the class. Every pair of eyes in the room were taking in her bare legs or her clearly unrestrained breasts.

Mr. Pelter had to clear his throat to properly speak. The lewd girl in front of him was making it hard to concentrate. “All right, using the methods discussed in today’s lecture, solve the problem on the board, and make sure to properly show your work.” He gestured towards an equation written on the top right of the blackboard.

Lara audibly gulped as she noticed how high up the equation was written. She knew she was expected to use the step stool provided to reach the top of the board. This would raise her at least two feet off the ground and put her barely covered bottom at eye level with the entire class. You could hear a pin drop as she approached the stool and looked back at Mr. pelter, begging him with her eyes to not make her do this.

“We don’t have all day, Miss Kinshaw. Please solve the equation and return to your desk.” He crossed his arms dismissively.

Seeing no other option Lara stepped onto the first step. Even though she was a somewhat tall girl, at 5’9”, she still did not have enough height to reach the portion of the board she needed. She took a deep breath and climbed another step. A single whistle, in appreciation of Lara, sounded from somewhere in the classroom. The entire room began laughing. The humiliated Lara looked to Mr. Pelter and saw him laughing too. Realizing there was no sympathy to be found here she reached up and found she could just barely reach the math problem, if she stretched. This also had the effect of expanding the skin she was showing around her waist, and made her legs appear even longer and more statuesque. Several students got pictures of the humiliated girl that they would treasure for years to come.

Lara had finally managed to reach the equation, but now that she was looking at it… She had no idea how to solve it. She had been too distracted by her outfit during the entire lecture to absorb any of the information. She began writing and then erasing her clearly incorrect work several times before Mr. Pelter finally stopped her.

“Stop, Lara. It’s clear you either were not paying attention to my lecture, or you have no business being in a mathematics class of this level.”

The class laughed at the humiliated girl once again as she slowly made her way back down the step stool without showing anything inappropriate.

“Maybe you should spend less time trying to show the boys your legs and more time studying.”

Lara had never been more ashamed in her life. None of this was her fault. She was about to try to explain this to Mr. Pelter when he stopped her and spoke over her.

“We only have about five minutes left in class. Everyone else is free to study their notes for the rest of class.” He looked back at Lara, “You, you need to clean my blackboard off completely and then write ‘I will stop trying to distract the class by dressing inappropriately’ ten times. You can’t leave until only that statement is on my board, all ten times. Hopefully this will be a lesson to you to pay attention in class next time.”

Mr. Pelter sat at his desk and began looking through his lesson plans while the entire class giggled at Lara. She could not believe the nerve of this man. Anger and humiliation fought for dominance in her mind as she took the eraser and began cleaning the board. She had to climb the stool again to clean several parts of the board, and white chalky powder was getting on her hands, on her blouse, and in her hair. The bell rang and the class slowly started shuffling out right as she began writing her phrase out for the first time. She had just finished writing it out for the second time when she decided to stop and speak to Mr. Pelter, now that the other students were gone.

“E…Excuse me, Mr. Pelter?” Lara could not believe how difficult she was finding it to speak. She was always shy and reserved, but in these humiliating situations it was like she lost every bit of self-confidence she usually had.

“Yes, Miss Kinshaw?” Mr. Pelter looked up from his notes and was both aroused and surprised by the sight in front of him. The girl was a mess. She had chalk all over her shirt and hands, and she had a layer of sweat around her from both the exertion of cleaning the large and dirty blackboard, and certainly the emotionally charged situation she was in. It caused her already borderline inappropriate blouse to stick to her skin and make her impressive nipples even more prominent. Mr. Pelter licked his lips as he gave her a once over, before catching himself and remembering to act like a professional.

Lara found herself putting her hands behind her back and looking at the floor in front of Mr. Pelter instead of looking him in the eye. She felt like a caricature of a guilty schoolgirl, except she truly was not guilty of anything! She just did not have the confidence to look anyone in the eye dressed as she was.

“I wanted to… to let you know I… I didn’t…”

If Greg Pelter wasn’t hypnotized by her breasts gently swaying as she nervously twisted her shoulders back and forth, he would have been annoyed with her stammering. As it was, she could stammer in front of him all day. He would just sit there and think about how it would feel to squeeze those things.

Lara stopped and caught her breath. She looked Mr. Pelter in the eyes ready to tell him everything that had happened to her that day and that none of this was her fault. As soon as she looked at his face, she saw he was staring at bullets at her chest. All the fight left her body and all she wanted was to get away from him as quickly as she could.

“Never mind, Sir.” Lara blurted out as she turned away and picked the chalk stick up.

Mr. Pelter never bothered picking his notes back up. He watched Lara’s every move as she wrote the eight remaining statements about not distracting her classmates by dressing inappropriately. When she finished, she quickly picked her bag up from her desk and rushed towards the door.

“Stop, Lara.”

With trepidation Lara stopped and turned to face Mr. Pelter, who was smiling at her.

“I will need this board in my next class. Thank you for writing all of this, but now that you’re done you can erase it.”

Lara’s shoulders slumped as she returned to the board and did as the teacher ordered. Mr. Pelter adjusted his now quite erect penis underneath his desk, where Lara could not see. He was getting such a rush from ordering around this little slut. He figured she brought it on herself by showing off that lewd body the way she did. No decent girl would dress like that or go without a bra in such a thin blouse. He watched her leave the classroom and began imagining all the fun he could have with Lara Kinshaw this year. School had just started, after all. Maybe being “just a high school teacher” would not be so bad.