by Lynn, KT
“But you're breaking the rules J, and you know we can't have girls doing that here. What would the parents think?”
“Fuck the parents.”
“Now J, what's in it for us if we don't tell?”
“What do you want?”
“You know we like you J.” Mickie licked her lips. “We'd like to see more of you actually.”
“Like what, you making me go to some staff 'do' or something?”
“No. But you should probably take off that sweater. It's kinda warm in here.” Clairisse moved closer to Janice. “And do it quickly. We only got fifteen minutes before next bell, and who knows who might come in.”
“You bein' funny?” Janice stubbed out her cigarette and tossed it out the window. “I didn't think you two were lezzies, but you think I'm going to get my tits out for you as punishment?”
“Yeah, you are J, because you don't want us to go to the headmaster's office and tell him.” Mickie wrapped her arm around Clairisse and started twirling her hair around her fingers. “Take it off, or I'll take it off for you.”
“Fine.” J roughly pulled the sweater over her head leaving her in her bra and skirt. “Happy now? There ya go, B cups in all their glory.”
“Now the skirt J.”
“Fuck off. I'm not taking it off.”
The girls advanced on Janice. “Take it off J. Or we'll take it off for you.”
“Nazis.” Janice unzipped her skirt and tossed it at the two girls.
Clairisse caught it and tossed it into one of the sinks. She wrapped her arm around Mickie's waist, running her fingers along the other girl’s hipbone. Standing there in her bra and panties, Janice was still defiant. Mickie unhooked Clairisse’s arm and stepped closer so the girls were almost touching.
“What next, you going to kiss me or summat? Pucker up then!” Janice shoved at Mickie forcing her to take a step back.
“Nah J. We want you to understand how bad you've been, and you're not getting the point. Bad girls don't just do kisses. You like being a bad girl J, I can tell. I want you to show me how much you love being bad.” Clairisse stepped forward and stroked the girl’s shoulder. “I want you to show us exactly how you enjoy being bad.”
“How?” Janice seemed genuinely confused by what was required of her.
Clairisse stroked her fingers down across Janice’s breasts to the clasp in front. Pulling her gently forwards, she whispered, “Touch yourself.” Flipping the clasp on her bra, Clairisse stepped back to Mickie's side.
“You're mental you are.”
“You want to go to the headmaster's instead?” Janice shook her head. “Then start showing me what you like Janice. Let's see what that hot little body can do.” Clairisse twisted her face into a malicious smile. “Or else...”
Janice stood there for a second, her bra hanging open in front of the two girls. Unsure if they were serious or not. When neither moved, she shrugged off her bra. Looking down tentatively, she cupped both her breasts with her hands and began to knead them. Gently she pulled at her nipples and sighed deeply. “Like this?”
“Yeah J, just like that.” Mickie slid her arm around Clairisse and pressed herself close. Clairisse slid her hand under Mickie's shirt and toyed with her bra strap, never taking her eyes off Janice.
“More Janice. We only have a few minutes remember.”
Janice slid her right hand into her panties and continued to knead her breast with the other hand. She looked Clairisse straight in the eye as she pushed her fingers inside. Spreading her legs a little wider, Janice began to stroke herself.
“That's right babe, you're a bad girl. Show us how bad of a girl you've been.” Mickie began to kiss at Clairisse's neck while Janice continued to stroke herself faster. Her breathing quickened, and she gasped as her fingers kept pace. Janice groaned as she fingered herself furiously.
“What the hell is going on here?” The door to the bathroom slammed open causing all three girls to jump. Clairisse and Mickie whipped around and gasped as they faced the headmaster.
“Sir, we can totally explain. We found her like this with the third years!”
“You lying bitch!” Janice lunged at Mickie.
Clairisse had just a second to step back before she was knocked to the ground. Janice grabbed at Mickie's shirt just as the headmaster yanked her aside. “Put some clothes on while I deal with these two. I want you in my office in one hour Janice Phillips. CLOTHED!”
Grabbing both Clairisse and Mickie by the back of their shirts, he dragged them out of the bathroom leaving Janice frantically grabbing at her discarded items.
Clairisse stood outside the door with Mickie. Neither really wanted to say anything. In seven years of school life, they had never once gotten caught. With only two weeks of school left, this was a disaster of epic proportions.
“We're so fucked.” Mickie shook her head.
“Not necessarily. Just remember how much our parents pay this school every year. They can always bail us out. Just remind him about who our parents are. And that two weeks left angle isn't going to hurt either.”
“I bet it was that little third year that snitched. That or Janice set us up. That bitch would do something like that.”
“Janice? Really? Nah, I think we just got unlucky.”
“You call this unlucky? I can think of so many other ways of describing it. I mean.....”
“Miss Townsend, in here now if you please. Miss Lane, you will wait with my secretary, and I will deal with you after.” The clipped tone the headmaster used was not a good sign. Mr. Ramley was usually soft spoken and a push over for a pretty face.
“Yes sir.” Clairisse looked back at Mickie who mouthed “good luck” as she went in.
As Mr. Ramley took his seat behind the desk, Clairisse simply stood in front of him. She refused to be scared and held her head high. He couldn't really hurt her.
“What do you expect me to do with you, Miss Townsend?”
“Probably punish me sir.” She knew the role to play--apologetic yet strong. She was the good girl. Nothing was going to change that.
“Yes, but with only two weeks left of school, there really isn't much I can do and well, you know it. I've heard about your treatment of the younger girls. Where did that scarf come from for example? Millie Franks reported a scarf stolen this morning, and I don't recall you wearing one when you came in earlier.”
“It's not regulation sir. I was simply wearing it for safekeeping until I could get back to the office.”
“And Tessie Michaels' sweater?”
“The same sir.”
“And it never came in to the office because...?”
“I forgot sir. It's in my locker. I can fetch it now.” She knew that always having an answer, however untruthful it was, was key to this.
“I know you're lying Clairisse, but unless I demote you or expel you, I don't feel you're going to learn. Do you not realize how bad it was what I saw earlier? They do the same thing to POWs in war zones for Christ-sakes!”
“She was pushing cigarettes on the younger girls--we had to do something! Please sir, you have to understand that she was trying to harm them, turn them on that nasty habit of hers. Maybe she had drugs too; she's the type.”
“Indeed Clairisse, but that doesn't give you the right to go as far as you did. You know the rules. What you did went far beyond that; it was positively criminal!” His voice was reaching a crescendo, and he slammed his hands onto the desk to lean forwards towards Clairisse. “Miss Townsend, I believe you've left me no choice but to ask you to leave St Martins. Even with only two weeks left, we can't possibly keep you here.”
“My parents would never let you get away with it.”
“Ah yes, your parents. Wealthy as their donations are to our school, I believe they would see things differently if I called the authorities in on this. Perhaps you'd rather be dealing with the police as well. Your parents will be called once we're done here to come get you from the premises. I believe, should the author
ities be involved, you being over the age of 18 would make you no longer a minor.”
“Oh god, please sir. I'll do anything. Hail Mary's, demerits, take Head Girl from me. But don't expel me. Don't get me arrested; it wasn't that serious. We didn't hurt anyone!” Clairisse dropped to her knees in front of the desk. “Sir just name it please. I don't care if you call my parents, but please don't call the police. I'll lose my colleges. I'll lose my sorority applications. It'll be in the papers. Please sir, please, I'll do anything!” Clairisse began to sob. She couldn't be strong when he was about to destroy her life. She'd apologize to Janice later if she got out of this.
“IF you stay, you will no longer be head girl.”
“Yes sir.” Clairisse let the breath out she had been holding and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “Thank you, sir.”
“And you will have an extra class that I personally will be teaching. I think you need some correctional lessons in your attitude. Lead by example Miss Townsend--that is what the position of head girl is for--and you have two weeks to earn it back.”
“Thank you sir! Thank you sir! Any lessons sir!” Clairisse was almost smiling she was so relieved. Any lessons he could give, she would ace. She had never failed a class, and her public behavior had been impeccable hadn't it?
“Those lessons will start now. Come around here.”
“Sir?” Clairisse was confused. She knew he had a thing for her--who didn't! She was gorgeous, but she didn't honestly think he'd actually ever take advantage of a situation like this. Then again she never expected to be in a situation like this.
“Here Clairisse. Now.”
Clairisse stood up. Her breathing was shallow, and she could feel her adrenaline start to rush. She was unprepared for this. Could he really go through with it? She stepped around the other side of his desk. Mr Ramley sat back in his chair, his legs a little apart and looked her up and down.
“What did your parents do when you were bad as a child Clairisse?”
“Nothing sir. My parents were too busy for a child.”
“What did your au pair do?”
Memories of the sour faced German au pair came back to Clairisse. The bitch had given her a variety of creative punishments.
“A variety of unpleasant things like cleaning the toilets sir.”
“So no one has ever spanked you?”
“No sir. That would be child abuse, sir.” Clairisse smiled, she felt confident enough to loose her smart mouth a little. Already he was on this ice, and one word to the school board about what he seemed about to do would finish him. She was in charge now.
“Indeed, but you're not a child anymore are you?”
“No sir.”
“Bend over the desk Clairisse. You are about to receive your first spanking.”
“Sir?”
He stood. Towering above her by several inches, he suddenly seemed more imposing.
“The desk Clairisse. Bend over it. Grip the far side while I spank you. You have been very bad, and as you so astutely noticed you will have to be punished.”
“Sir?”
“Now.”
The moment of indecision hung in the air, and Clairisse suddenly found herself on the desk. She curled her fingers about the desk as she felt his hands sliding up her thighs to push her skirt about her hips. His touch was firm yet surprisingly gentle. She was glad she had stockings on today. Let the old codger have a show. He ran a finger along the top of each one, sending a shiver up her spine.
“You may not cry out, Clairisse.”
“No sir.” She rolled her eyes, this was going to be easy. Brad smacked her ass all the time, and she knew she had the trump card in her hand now.
“Never do that again, Clairisse. I don't like sass in my students.”
“No Sir. AH!” The first smack came with a sting she had not expected. She could feel the tingle spreading across from what surely was an imprint on her right cheek.
“No sounds Clairisse.” Thwack! He smacked the other cheek just as hard.
She clenched and shifted a little at the burning feeling. It was not like Brad at all. Usually she was too focused on his pounding her pussy to care about the smacks, but alone, they actually stung. She felt her eyes water up a little, and she jumped as the next one hit again on her right. It seemed he paused for barely a second before returning to her other side. That pause made sure she felt each sting rather than letting them run together. He began to work faster, and so she gripped the desk harder as it began to hurt. Squeezing her eyes tight shut, she forced herself not to cry out at the assault. She let out a grunt as he hit her again.
“That's a girl. You're going to learn your lesson aren't you, Clairisse.”
“Yes sir.” She jumped as he hit again, flinching away from the pain that was building. Her backside felt red and sore.
“You're a bad girl, aren't you Clairisse?”
“Yes sir.”
“You want to be punished don't you?”
“Yes sir?” Clairisse frowned but figured playing along was better than jail, though if he didn't stop soon, Brad was going to wonder about those bruises for sure. She hissed as he hit again. It hurt. No longer was the pain a tingle. It was a full on burn.
“I don't want to ruin you Clairisse, but we aren't done yet. Stand up.”
Clairisse stood and moved to pull her skirt down.
“Leave it and turn around.”
Mr Ramley had sat back into his chair. His legs wide, he was untucking his shirt from his pants.
“Take my belt off Clairisse.” She hesitated. Surely he wasn't really going to go any further? ”Now Clairisse.”
“Yes sir.” She knelt down so that she was at eye level with the buckle. A silver ram head gleamed back at her, taunting her with it's twisted horns as if to remind her that she was about to be gored by a rather different ram. She undid the clasp and began to slide it out of the loops. Clairisse raised her head to look Mr Ramley in the eye. Gone was the meek school teacher. This was a man in front of her, a man in control.
“Unzip me Clairisse.” She could easily see the outline of his erection from her position. His cock strained against his pants and virtually leaped out at her as she undid the zip. She felt his hand on the back of her head, and she looked up at him again. “You're going to suck my cock Clairisse. You're going to do a good job of it too. I've heard from several staff members about your ‘extra credit’, and it's my turn.”
Clairisse’s mouth dropped open. She would have figured they wouldn't want to risk their jobs by telling about how she kept her grades, and apparently, the staff morale up. Inside, she could hear herself say that this was just another dick and to get on with it.
“Don't you want to be Head Girl again, Clairisse?” He smiled at the irony. “Head Girl Clairisse. Right now you should take that literally if you don't want me to give it to Janice instead.”
“Janice?!!” Clairisse nearly stood up, but he gripped a fistful of her hair and tilted her head back as he leaned down.
“Janice, Clairisse. So I suggest you put my cock in your mouth and show me just how much you want it.”
He released her hair and thrust his engorged penis toward her. She saw the beads of precum forming at the top of it's head. Thick and veiny, it was certainly bigger than Mr. Jackson her black history teacher, and even Herr Gruneberg her German teacher. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the base. He groaned a little at the touch.
“That's it baby, suck me.”
She circled the head with her tongue, taking in his musky scent before wrapping her lips around the head. His precum was mild, not as salty as the other teachers. God, if this was all she had to do to stay head girl, she didn't feel so sorry at all. Big deal. Her thoughts were interrupted as he gripped her head and thrust himself deep into her mouth. She choked, not ready for him.
“I said suck it Clairisse, not play with it.”
“Yes sir.”
Dutifully she took the head into her mouth agai
n and began to slide her lips down his shaft. She paused about halfway and drew him back out of her mouth before sliding back down. On the upward stroke, she flicked her tongue around the head and clucked the wide of her tongue along his frenulum. Speech therapy lessons were at least good for one thing.
“That's it Clairisse. Show me how much you want it. Urrgh.” He groaned as she slid him deep into her mouth again. She sucked hard on him, swirling her tongue against him as he pushed against her. She quickened her pace a little and heard his breathing quickening also. “Yes Clairisse, like that.”
Using her other hand, she began to roll his balls around between her fingers. “Yesssssss. Good girl, oooh.” He moaned hard as she bobbed up and down, sliding his cock almost all the way out before taking it all in again. She knew he couldn't be too far off; his breathing was as fast as her movements. He fisted her hair again and pumped himself hard into her mouth, fucking her face until she thought she would choke again. She felt him twitching in her mouth, and she tried to pull away. None of the other teachers came in her mouth, and she wasn't about to let Mr. Ramsley either.