Grade Pee Average

[Brutus 2,111]

(A school teacher takes grading assignments into her own hands)

 

Samantha knew in childhood she wanted two things the most, to be a teacher and a mother. Turning thirty and being in her seventh year as a teacher, she'd grown jaded about work, in addition to her failed attempts at pregnancy with her husband, Jeff. With medical guidance, they'd tried for months with no results. Work brought joy and frustration, same as for any teacher dealing with third-grade children. The public school system however, seemed to be getting harder to deal with. Outdated curriculum, incompetent board, low salary and staff, and lazy parents were beginning to wear on her.

Troubled kids seemed to be more frequent. Every year presented one or two that aggravated Sam. That year it was Tyler Lawson. He was overactive, refused to sit still, rarely turned in assignments and had more disruptive remarks than she could tolerate some days. “What is it with boys?” she vented to her fellow teachers in the lounge. A staff of ten women, they shared similar frustrations. Talking with Natalie one day early in the school year, Sam learned the elder matriarch punished troublesome boys by reducing grades at her discretion. Her actions sometimes resulted in them being redirected into remedial assistance classes and out of hers. Sam was shocked but joined Natalie in laughter, intrigued by her unapologetic resolve. “And sometimes I give the girls a few points extra. I'm simply correcting historical oppression.” she added. Though Sam felt it was wrong, she occasionally had similar thoughts over the years but never acted upon them or shared the desire.

After eight stressful months dealing with Tyler, May arrived and only weeks remained until school was ending. It was the first Friday of the month and Jeff was returning from a few weeks on the oil rig. That and the weather put Sam in a good mood. To close the growing distance between them over the failed attempts at pregnancy, she took initiative to plan a romantic dinner for the evening. She sent a flirtatious text that he seemed happy to receive. The morning of his return, she spent more time in the shower with her razor, more time with her curling iron after. Her long brown hair was styled to perfection. She wore a tight mid-thigh skirt, along with a pair of her favorite four inch heels and white blouse. Months of going to the gym after work were paying off and her figure was now better than her college years on the swim team. A thin waist, toned legs and arms came just in time for summer attire. She sent a full-body selfie to Jeff and went to work feeling sexier than she'd felt in years, especially given her choice to forego underwear for the day and enjoy the breeze between her legs.

Soon after arrival, before she even began the day's lessons, Tyler's latest surprise was throwing his notebook at Kaylee beside him and yelling “slut” at her. The others reacted with shock and excitement as Sam lost her temper and shouted his name. She hustled toward him and grabbed his arm to walk him out of the classroom. “She called me a stupid retard first!” he yelled in defense. Sam would hear none of his excuses as she walked Tyler to the detention room and gave a brief explanation of what happened. She managed to calm her rage on the way back to class. “Eight months” she thought, of telling him to be quiet, sit still, wake up, and pay attention, all failed. Eight months of trying to speak to his careless mother and the school counselor about his poor performance, all failed. Sam reached the point of being done with Tyler.

Following the incident, the day went smoothly, though she sensed the other kids seemed intimidated by her reaction. After the students were released that afternoon, Sam sat alone in class grading math work. Just as her thoughts began to revisit the incident, Jeff texted, “Home by 6.” She decided to call it a day and head home to begin preparing the dinner she'd planned, still intent on making her romantic evening happen. With her things packed, she headed for the restroom, having held her pee for hours.

Sam went into the single occupant staff restroom across the hall and needed only lift her skirt. A hook on the wall held her bags. The toilet seat appeared clean but she hovered in public toilets regardless. Reaching for tissue proved disappointing as the metal casing was empty. “Fuck, of course.” She reached up to her purse for tissue as her stream began with vigor, needing no effort from her. While feeling around her purse, she noticed a worksheet sticking out of her work bag, but not just any paper. The name on top read “Tyler Lawson.” From somewhere deep in her subconscious came an idea, seemingly against her will. Sam could feel blood pumping harder at what she was thinking. She stopped searching, resting both elbows on her thighs for the moment.

Her stream was at the peak of its strength, now a rabid gush. The building was mostly empty, her melodic hiss could've been heard down the hallway for some distance, had anyone been close by. She knew it was loud and felt ashamed since adolescence. Her mother was prudish and harsh in judgment. “Dammit Samantha, you pee like a fuckin horse” she used to say, thus her preference to hold too long and not be heard ever since. She sighed in relief while looking between her legs at her golden stream as it twisted into a ribbon shape. It always shot out unpredictably following a fresh shave. With ten seconds passed, she looked at her thighs, admiring the smooth skin for the first time since the prior week's shave. Twenty seconds in as her stream still raged and hissed, she looked at her toes, admiring the red polish applied the previous night. Her eyes then closed as the pressure releasing in her bladder created a stinging but pleasant ache in the area.

The dark idea about Tyler's paper lingered. She found herself strangely aroused and another idea came about that she never anticipated. She grabbed her phone and started the camera, aiming it at her pussy while still peeing. Jeff revealed interest in women peeing years prior, which she judged with the same harshness her mother judged her with. He never mentioned it again but now the feeling of indulging him gave her a rush for the first time. Now thirty seconds in, she captured her stream breaking into bursts as it finished. Her final burst expelled in a messy splash on the rear of the seat. She took a breath, raised the camera to her face and said, “Surprise!” with a kiss before stopping the recording and sending it to Jeff with the letters “NSFW” and three heart emojis. 

Still needing to wipe herself, Sam looked again at Tyler's paper in her bag. She grabbed it and tugged until it slid out from the stack. Her pulse remained elevated over what she was wanting to do. It was his math homework assignment from the previous night. She could see he'd barely put effort in as usual, leaving seven of ten questions blank. Nearly a minute passed as she stood holding it, digging for the nerve to commit to her idea. Her resolve soon hardened. “Looks like you get a zero for not turning this in.” she said to herself, then tore it in half. She palmed one piece and wiped herself two times, sliding back and forth slowly. She looked at it, seeing much of his pencil work smeared, then threw it in the toilet. Soon it was barely visible, soaking into the foaming bubbles resting atop the goldened water.

Sam then felt more in her bladder and hovered again. Leftover pee trickled briefly, with some running down her thigh. The other half of Tyler's worksheet was used. She then reached behind and gave her ass a courtesy wipe with a firm push directly into it. Her final use for it was to fold it and wipe her splash on the seat. After throwing it in the toilet and flushing, she stood at the sink washing her hands, feeling confident and looking forward to her evening. Her phone buzzed, Jeff replied with a series of smiling emojis. Satisfied with his excitement and having reignited the spark between them, Sam left to head home, knowing dinner would only be the start of their weekend.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited September 30, 2023 by Brutus

[pee2poop 113]

When she got home Jeff was there. He really enjoyed her picture and was hopping to take some of his own. The spark was strong this night  She told him about her day and how she was looking forward to seeing Tyler tomorrow and getting him to write another story, with more effort. The last being flushed away with Sams last pee and him receiving yet another 0. Then they passionately made out, drank a few bottles of water and relaxed. After which they peed together, him going between her legs  and took  photos..before resting for bed..