We were waiting for the oral resit, and you could say the atmosphere was pretty grim: Back then (1993), things weren't as lighthearted as they are now, where the baccalaureate is practically handed to everyone! Those who failed by half a point were pretty furious! Personally, I was repeating the year, I was 19, and it was the last time I was going to try; so if I failed, it was either factory work or an apprenticeship with a craftsman… Meh! For the resit, you had to choose two subjects; and that was the real problem for me. Besides French, where I was just average, there wasn't a single other subject I was keen on! So I chose German, but only out of desperation… I barely had an 8/20 average for the year, but that was where I was best; the rest of the time, I was hovering around 5/20! I was lucky to get average grades on the written part of the baccalaureate exam, instead of the disaster that threatened! I needed 8 points, so it was doable with French, provided I got a good text, as they say… German would be a bonus… Or not! Except the French exam didn't go very well! The text I had to study and discuss orally was something I didn't fully understand, and I got an 8/20, still a very generous grade considering how little I understood… No points to be gained from French, I only had German left; so it was hopeless, I'd never get the missing eight points! Disgusted, I went to the bathroom, and that's when I saw I had an erection: Frustration, anger… And then, during that time we were experiencing hormonal imbalances, and we had to masturbate several times a day… Not to mention at night! Instinctively, I started stroking my dick! But I didn't have time to finish; I heard a voice calling my name… Then a friend came shouting: "Hey man! It's your turn! The Bismarck is waiting for you! Hurry, with her you don't want to be late!" I found myself with my dick in my hand, and I quickly put it away to go to the room where we were waiting our turn; I felt like an idiot with my erection in my jeans as if everyone could see it! But I had barely arrived when an icy voice rang out: "Student X! Quick! Quick!" The worst examiner ever, a German teacher I used to have… Tall, thin, with a triangular face, a small pointed chin, and prominent cheekbones! And on top of that, a thick accent, which a friend sometimes imitates, exaggerating (only slightly): "Silence! Silence!" Everyone to your places! Zinon, you're sticking to everyone!She constantly furrows her thick eyebrows, her dark eyes fixing on each of us in turn, and that's no laughing matter! Oh no! Even the most determined bullies fall silent and want to retreat to their lockers when her gaze locks on them! That look is terrifying! And the punishments pile up: German texts to copy, translation, detention… Including group detention. Two friends who had forgotten their books earned the whole class four hours of detention, under the pretext that we were all "airheads, every last one of us!" She dresses strangely, in thick plaid skirts like Scottish kilts, and jackets to match… In the hallways, you have to move aside, otherwise she shoves you, shouting "Plaze! Plaze!" while brandishing an old leather briefcase like a weapon! We don't guess her age; she could be 40 or 60, but either way, to us, she's old! Strangely, she attracts us… She frightens us, she has a repulsive appearance, but still, I've sometimes woken up in the middle of masturbating after dreaming about her! Not consciously, of course: there's no shortage of girls, even younger and much more appealing teachers, to relieve oneself alone… But what we didn't know at the time was the allure of the dominatrix, the one who forces us to have sex with her, orders us into the positions she wants! And I'm not the only one to have had this kind of fantasy: much later, speaking freely with former colleagues, they too would tell me that this woman aroused them… I won't say her name, since she's still alive; she was nicknamed Madame Bismarck, because of her Teutonic origins and her authority. And also the SS, because of a resemblance—admittedly vague—to the heroine of Ilsa in the X-rated film "Ilsa, She Wolf of the SS"! Oh, Ilsa was much more beautiful and attractive, but that domineering, pain-inducing side of her excited us, even subconsciously! It awakened a BDSM side in us that we couldn't yet name… Having the Bismarck as my examiner is the worst thing that could have happened to me: I'm already terrible at German, with her… Oh well, too bad, anyway, getting 8 points on this one exam alone is already mission impossible! So I can take it easy; but well… Easier said than done! What's more, I still have a massive erection, strangely enough, I can't calm down: Usually, if I were stressed, I would have lost it immediately, but now I tense up and I feel like it's getting even bigger! My dick is bulging up towards my waistband, and I don't know how to hide it: I'm wearing a t-shirt, and it's making a bulge in my jeans… I walk into the room and immediately Bismarck is staring at me with her terrifying gaze! Ouch, ouch, ouch… This is starting badly! I don't dare look at her, and she starts yelling:"Well! Where were you? I'm not the only one with you!" I stammer that I was in the bathroom, and I barely had time to say that before she chimed in: "You should have taken precautions before! Before, do you hear me?" I timidly raised my eyes, and there I saw her dark eyes fixed on my crotch! There was no mistaking it, it wasn't my fantasy, I could clearly see her gaze fixed on the right place… I tensed up even more… Why can't I go soft, why am I as stiff as a board? This isn't normal! In any case, I had the feeling she'd figured it out, that I was jerking off in the bathroom… Damn it, I would have come any minute now and I'd be soft right now! I blushed and mumbled something… She sat up again and roared: "That's enough whining!" I'm sick of hearing self-pity all day long! Come here! Quick! I approach, terrified; she sits down behind her table piled high with papers and hands me a sheet. I take it, glance at it… A text in German that I have to study for five minutes and on which she'll quiz me. Except I can't even translate it in my head, apart from a few jumbled words… Which don't allow me to grasp the meaning of the thing! And I can still feel Bismarck's gaze fixed on my crotch; to be absolutely sure, I discreetly check her out, and then I see that I'm right… Her eyes are bulging, it's like she can't see anything else! That finally makes me lose my composure, my hands are trembling… Suddenly, she fixes her dark gaze on mine and erupts in her cheesy SS accent: --- What's wrong with you? You're not paying attention to what you're doing! I mean… You only have a minute! One minute, do you hear me? I stammer that I'm "badly built" (that's the word I use, reflexively) and that really pisses her off, if that's even possible! She stares at my belt again, and she roars: "That's it, make fun of me! I hate this! Hate it, do you hear me?" I nod, impossible to argue with her anyway! She holds out a thin, pale hand, and feels my dick through my jeans… I jump but she immediately growls: "Don't move! Don't move, I tell you!" She squeezes my thing rhythmically, and finally says in a lower tone: "You can't work in this state… Come on… Open your pants!" I startled, recoiled instinctively, and immediately the Bismarck's voice resumed its usual tone: "No... No... Come here! Come closer! Quick! Quick..." Unable to resist her, I go back to the table, and she starts groping me again through the fabric, with her whole hand… It's not unpleasant, on the contrary, but there's something that bothers me, it's this teacher/student dynamic! I've already been jerked off by girlfriends, it was even a trend at one point: In the toilets or at the back of an empty room, girls would jerk us off while laughing… They'd talk about it afterwards, comparing sizes and the amount of sperm ejected! But here, with a thing like the Bismarck… It's not funny! Well, I have to say it quickly, because I also realize that I'm attracted to her! But with a certain repulsion… Yeah, it's hard to understand! The SS starts her orders again: --- Open your pants! Open them, I tell you! Quick! I don't know what to do, but her bony hand pops the button of my jeans and the zipper of my fly! She feels my cock through my briefs, squeezes it between her fin ...

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