Teacher's Pet - Is that You?

My name is Vivek and I am from Kerala. I am a haircut fetish and I desire to cut ladies’ long hair. I’ve come across many in my neighbourhood and in school, but it’s not that easy to get to their hair. Now I would like to tell you about my experience that happened in school.

There was an English teacher in our school whose name was Dhanya. She is really attractive and boys try to woo her or get to her because she is sexy for them. It’s true that she’s well structured, good-looking and the best part is her jet-black hair which I am craving for.

She joined the school when I was in 8th but she wasn’t teaching me at that time and her hair was only mid-back which wasn’t that attractive. She got to teach me when I was in 10th and I noticed her hair which has grown to her waist. My interest for her hair developed slowly.

Since English was my favourite subject, I used to excel in it and she is happy with my performance and I became her favourite throughout the school years. She taught us English till 12th lucky for me. As years passed, her hair has also grown super long which is up to her hips at present. She mainly put her hair in a braid. I get to feel it every time I am with her. The boys are after her and I am only after her hair. They try to flirt with her every way possible. She is an expert in dealing with these kinds of situations and the boys wouldn’t dare to approach her for anything.

She is really intelligent and witty and likes me a lot because I excel in English a lot. Because of that, she helped me a lot in exceling in other subjects as well. I used to touch her hair at numerous occasions and I wanted to cut it. I was waiting for the right opportunity to fulfil my dream. The school years were only an opportunity for me to touch and feel her hair but not to get her hair cut. I thought of going to her home for asking doubt and make my move slowly but I have no idea of her address and contact details.

Since I am good at English, I don’t need tuition or anything else but I want Dhanya Ma’am’s long hair. What should I do about it? How will I get it?

My board exams are nearing and I have to concentrate on it more and not think of her hair at all. At least for a month. I couldn’t see her in that one month as she was also busy with the preparations of the examination work and all that. And whenever I see her, she normally clips her hair so I can’t see the length. It is good that she has clipped it or else the long hair would’ve been a distraction for me. So almost for one full month, she didn’t show me her long hair.

Our exams were over and on the last day, there was still two hours for the buses to come and so we stayed at school enjoying playing in the ground. I thought of seeing Dhanya Ma’am and I looked for her but she was nowhere to be seen. I came across the Principal’s office and saw her with the files through the window. Her hair is clipped as always. I wanted to see her long hair. My exams are over. Why is it taking long?

The buses were about to come and so our classmates signed on each other uniforms hugging each other bidding farewell, the final get-together at school. I would be happier if I talk to her if not see her hair.

The buses have come and we were about to get in when we saw Dhanya Ma’am coming out of the building and walking in the ground. All the students went to say goodbye to her. Girls said proper bye and went, and of course boys tried one last flirting as she is a hot chic for them, but not for me. I moved away from the group waiting for my turn as the boys talked to her and said good-bye and left.

She saw me standing at a distance and smiled. She looked so sweet when she smiles and I loved it. She is so young-looking and no one would say that she is 33 and still single. No evil thoughts ran in my mind except for the hair which isn’t that evil I believe.

V: Ma’am, I am…

D: Free from school, free from all teachers.

V: (smiling) Nothing like that Ma’am. But I am really going to miss you.

D: Aww! So sweet of you Vivek. Even I will miss you.

She is more of a friend actually. She supports us if we listen to her and one would be screwed if we turn against her. So, don’t dare to mess with Dhanya Ma’am. We exchanged our contacts but not the address till then but at least I got her number.

‘All the best for your future Vivek,’ said Ma’am as she stretched her arms to my surprise as if wanting to hug me. Being a good student, I would really hug her and being a hair fetish, I will touch her hair. I moved towards her closely to hug her. During the hug, my hand reached for the clip to open her hair as I badly want to see the length. While leaving slowly, I pulled her clip and dropped it and down came the beautiful long hair of Dhanya Ma’am. She looked more stunning in open hair.

‘I am sorry Ma’am,’ I said pretending to be sorry as I bent down to pick up the clip and while picking it up, I could see her hair length from the back which drove me mad. When I stood up after picking the clip, I could feel her long hair.

I apologised again and gave her the clip as she smiled and took it. We said bye as I ran to board my bus. I was happy that I could feel her hair. I looked out through the window and saw her walking inside the building leaving her hair open and I loved it.

The boys were also looking out describing her structure and all that. School days are over, next college. I have to apply to a college and get admission. It was also holiday in our school for two months and within these two months, I have to execute the plan of cutting her long hair. In the second month of the holidays, the teachers would have to go to school for special class to higher class students which means I have only a month.

I tried to call her but the number doesn’t exist was the reply that came from my phone. I tried calling but failed. I thought of asking someone from school or class but nobody had her number. Moreover, I was busy with the admission process.

A disappointing moment. I lost Dhanya Ma’am’s contact, or should I say, her hair. Only a month remaining and after that she will be extremely busy with the special classes and not have a time to spare. I focused on my admission. I applied in Bangalore and thankfully, I was selected. The classes would start in June and I have one month and a half left.

It was almost the mid of April and in May, the special classes would start. I then thought of chucking it out and convinced myself saying that I would find many in Bangalore and can cut as much hair as I want. And good bye to Dhanya Ma’am’s super long hair which wasn’t an easy thing to say at all.

On a fine day, I was asked to give some sweets to a friend of my mother who lived in a nearby building. The building was almost old as the infrastructure clearly says it all. I took the lift which was in grills to the fourth floor where the Aunty lived. I gave her the sweets and turned to go.

The power went off and so I had to take down the stairs. When I reached the first floor, I bumped into someone as their shopping bag fell down. I said ‘Sorry’ and bent down to help the person pick up the goodies or whatever was there in the bag. I lifted my face to see the person I had bumped into and the person who is kneeling to pick up the things.

A young sexy lady with a part of her long hair in the front covering her arm and then the remaining at the back. And her name is… Dhanya, my English teacher.

‘Vivek,’ she exclaimed on seeing me. She smiled on seeing me. So, did I as I was the happiest person at that very moment. I haven’t lost her, or her hair should I say. She got up and I set her bag right and got up smiling.

V: Hello Ma’am. I am so happy to see you. I am sorry Ma’am,

D: I should say sorry for giving my number and not able to respond to it. My number got expired and so I had lost all contacts including yours. I have applied for a new one and that is my current number.

V: You are staying in this building?

D: Yes, this is my flat.

She pointed her door which is right next to us and I was very happy. She opened the door and welcomed me as I entered inside with the grocery. The flat wasn’t that grand as the Aunt’s one. It was simple with a small kitchen and a bedroom. But still it looked nice.

V: You are staying alone Ma’am?

D: Well yes Vivek. Since I was 15 years old. I don’t want anybody as family apart from my students.

I understood what she meant and didn’t ask anything more. I went to her and held her hand saying, ‘I am always there for you Ma’am.’

‘Thank you Vivek. You should be there anyways. I have work to be completed before the end of this month and so I will be needing your help,’ Dhanya Ma’am said.

‘Of course, Ma’am. Anything for you,’ I replied happily. That has become the perfect reason to visit her every day. I did inform my mother that I am going to Dhanya Ma’am’s place every day for helping her with her work and she seemed convinced.

Every day I go to her place in the morning and be there till evening helping her out and spending wonderful time with her only for her long hair. I was very scared or nervous to open the topic of hair but I get opportunity to touch and feel it.

Even she was happy with my presence and enjoyed my company a lot. I don’t know how to get to her hair as the time was running out within a few days, extra classes begin and she’s gone.

After doing work on a day, we got tired and sat on the sofa. She got up and opened the clip and down came the cascade of black waters, her long hair rolled down to her hips.

Oh my! I wasn’t able to bear it. Too long and sexy. She turned sideways and flipped her hair swinging it and setting it right. I couldn’t bear it. She was wearing a sleeveless top and tight pants revealing the curves. The boys were right. She is a hot chic. She then turned to her right showing me her back and flipped her long hair again.

I was getting wild. I threw a flying kiss to the hair desperate for it. I held out my hands clenching in and out, craving for her hair. Please give your hair Dhanya Ma’am. Please!

She turned to me and pulled my hands towards me to avoid being caught  and sat beside me putting all her hair in the front. The hair covered the half of her front side and I couldn’t bear seeing it. I got an opportunity to open about hair finally.

D: What are you looking at Vivek?

V: Nothing Ma’am. Just your beautiful long hair. You have really an amazing hair.

D: Do I really? Thank you so much.

V: How do you get to maintain this long hair in your busy schedules?

D: It isn’t that difficult. I balance my busy schedules with maintaining my hair. I love my hair.

V: You look really beautiful in this long hair. I like it.

D: Thank you. Let’s finish the remaining work.

She gets up and walks to the room with her hair open, and I stared at it wildly till it disappeared into the room. When she was gone, I was getting too restless as I couldn’t bear her hair at all. It’s so long and beautiful. I want it. I want her hair. How will I get it? I should ask first but I am losing the guts when seeing her face. I don’t have the courage to ask about her haircut.

As I was thinking about it, Dhanya Ma’am came out her room, her hair clipped and called me out.

V: (Getting up) Yes Ma’am?

D: Can we go for an outing tomorrow?

V: (Puzzled) Where Ma’am?

D: Just around. Like park, mall or somewhere. Just like chilling.

V: Okay Ma’am.

D: You should early tomorrow. I want to see you by eight. If you don’t show up, you will be punished.

I agreed to what she said as I was excited to go out with her, but haircut? I don’t know where will that dream of mine be?

The next day, I woke up really late and so I dressed up really quick and rushed off to her flat not because of the fear of being punished but I didn’t want to disappoint her. I reached the door which was opened and I saw Dhanya Ma’am sitting on the sofa, all dressed. Her hair was clipped and she was wearing clothes revealing her sexy body, the sleeveless top and tight jeans.

She looked at me and got up saying, ‘On time Vivek.’

V: I am sorry Ma’am. The alarm didn’t ring.

D: No excuses. You are late for half an hour, and the plans have been cancelled.

V: Why cancel Ma’am? There is still time.

D: You deserve to be punished for this. You have got to bear it.

V: Okay Ma’am. As you say. What must I do?

She gets up and picks up a stool from the side and placed it in the middle sitting there. I wondered what was she doing. She said, ‘Take out the first thing you feel inside my handbag and use it on me.’

What exactly was she trying to say? I was confused but obeyed her as I picked her handbag from the tea-stand and put my hand inside to fish out the first thing I see. I really wish it would be scissors. If it was scissors, I would’ve used it on her long hair.

I could only feel one thing in the bag and took it out. It was a comb. Wow! I could touch and feel her entire long hair by combing it. Her hair was waiting for me which was clipped. I wanted to remove the clip and take hold of her hair. I had to wait for her order and said, ‘Ma’am, I’ve got a comb.’

‘Use it on me,’ was her reply which thrilled me a lot. But I acted shy as I didn’t want to do it. She thought that I am an innocent boy and won’t be into this all when in real I am not.

I walked towards her back, and raised my hand to remove the clip which was really nervous thing. Once I pulled the clip, everything changed. The long hair drove me mad. I knelt down so it would be easier for me to comb, when in real to enjoy.

I took all her hair and buried myself into it kissing passionately and enjoying it. I didn’t spare any part without her realising as she was doodling on her phone. I came to my senses when I called out my name. I then let go off her hair and started combing it. Wow! It was amazing to feel the best hair I’ve come across. I was enjoying each and every moment.

D: Vivek?

V: Yes Ma’am. (still combing)

D: What’s your opinion about me?

V: You are a really good teacher. My favourite. You’ve helped me a lot throughout a lot and I am thankful to you for every moment.

D: Is it? Thank you Vivek. So, kind of you.

V: Now it’s your turn. Tell me about me.

Even if we were talking, I never stopped combing her hair.

D: So Vivek, you are also my favourite. I like you a lot. You are more than a student to me. You are…

V: …like a son?

D: Shut up! I am too young to be your mother and you are too old to be my son. You are like a… I don’t know maybe brother or a friend. Anyways, I am so happy for you that I really want to do something for you.

I stopped combing and got up and went to her kneeling before her. I was excited when she said ‘anything for you’.

V: What did you say? Anything for me?

D: Yes Vivek. I am going to do something for you. Ask and it will be given to you.

V: Are you sure?

D: Yes, what do you want from me? Just tell and you are going to get it for sure. It’s my word.

I looked down thinking of how to express my wish and I looked at her and she was smiling at me waiting for my wish to be expressed. I smiled at her and she brought all her hair in the front which wasn’t bearable for me at all. I didn’t want to see it while talking to her. Long hair was really a distraction.

I gasped some courage and decided to bring it, I looked at her eyes and said, ‘Ma’am, I want…’

‘Vivek, for this delay you will be punished again. Open the small part of my handbag and take out the first thing you feel and put or use it on me,’ she interrupted.

‘Ma’am but…’

‘No more questions and when you get it, don’t wait for my command. Go for it. Okay,’ she said as I got up really pissed off and went to get her handbag. I opened the small part and put my hand in it. What it could be?

I took it out and was stunned to see it, ‘SCISSORS? In her bag? How is that possible? Did she place it by mistake? Whatever it may be, it shouldn’t matter to me because she had asked me to use the first thing I get to use on her.

And scissors would be used only on her long hair. I was happy as I kissed the scissors and walked behind her as she was still doodling on her phone without paying attention to what I was doing. Her hair was in the front, so I pulled it from the back towards my direction which was superb. I began combing her long hair for one last time. I combed each and every part very patiently.

I kept the comb aside as the next part was SNIP! SNIP! SNIP! I took a portion of her hair from the side and kissed it without her seeing it and cut it off. That first cut drove me mad. I then held the scissors at the mid-level as I couldn’t wait anymore and ran it through her hair from left to right and down came her beautiful long hair.

It was so good to see hair falling. Her hip length hair has reached to mid-back. I placed the scissors at the neck level and ran it across as the hair was falling when the blades sped off past each strand. I looked at her head where there was no hair remaining and looked down where a pile of her hair.

I then cut the hair at the back and side shortening the ends and giving her a sexy look. The hair cut was over and I walked to the front to see her face. I was shocked to see her look and face.

She looked damn sexy in short hair and it really suited. She looked a little younger. The ones who lost their long hair or gets their long hair cut would burst into tears. But she was smiling at me, not even a bit of disappointment in her face was seen.

She got up and said, ‘You are happy now?’

‘Well I should ask you that question Ma’am. Are you happy with your new style which you didn’t want?’ I said and the moment I said she slapped me.

I was shocked at her slap. How could she do that to me? I asked, ‘Ma’am. Why did you?’

She pulled me by the collar and said smiling, ‘Don’t act too much. You wanted my hair, right? You wanted to cut it, right?’

I was bewildered at her speaking reality, at what I really wanted. How did she come to know?

V: Ma’am but, how did you?

D: You idiot, you think I don’t know anything? I’ve learned Psychology and have trained to learn human behaviour. I’ve noticed this behaviour of yours since I started teaching you. You were after my hair and you wanted to cut it. Happy?

V: (Feeling little low) Ma’am I am sorry for cutting your hair. It was my desire but I shouldn’t have…

D: You are not at all sorry. You’ve got what you wanted. A sorry won’t result in my hair growth. My hair won’t grow long when you say ‘Sorry’.

V: It will grow Ma’am. For sure.

Dhanya Ma’am looked at the pile of hair and laughed at it saying, ‘I really want to cry. I am not able to, because of you. You’ve cut my beautiful long hair.’

I didn’t know what to say, but inside I was very happy that I cut Dhanya Ma’am’s beautiful long hair. I turned to go but then she stopped me.

D: Don’t you want to go out with me?

V: Ma’am, I…

D: Let’s go out now. We will clean the mess later.

V: Ma’am, but…

D: Go to college and do well. I will grow my hair long. If you excel in the first semester, you can cut all my hair. Keep on exceling in college and I will grow my hair for you, and you will cut it. What do you say?

I was shocked at her offer or deal. Did she really mean it? Will she let me cut her hair once it grows long?

V: Are you serious?

D: I never joke at serious occasions Vivek. You very well know that, right?

V: Ok Ma’am, I believe you. Thank you so much Ma’am.

She gave me a hug as I felt her short hair again and we went for outing as planned. Thank you Dhanya Ma’am, love you lots. I can’t wait for the next haircut. Too excited!