Message-ID: <7439eli$9803312119@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: thomasmorris@mailcity.com Subject: Repost : 'I spy' teacher (short story) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: thomasmorris@mailcity.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6frrk0$gdm$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Hi folks; Recently had a couple of comments about this little story I wrote last year, so I thought I might as well repost it. Hope you don't mind. Thomas. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 'I spy' Teacher She strode through the red brick building with apparent purpose. The children in the corridor moved out of her way as soon as they saw her coming. She was a woman with style; with determination; with purpose. She knew what she wanted out of life. What the children didn't know was that what she wanted .... was them. She walked into a classroom, and sat down at a desk facing of rows of tables. Over the speakers, a loud bell trilled. She watched the boys and girls filter into the room and sit down. "Ahhhh." she thought to herself. "The beauties of being a Primary School teacher." She glanced at them all, one by one, as they walked to their desks. She had been at the school for only two terms, and had already persuaded the other teachers to make two new school rules, one of which had been to enforce a dress code of 'girls wear skirts', 'boys wear shorts'. She loved to look at a child's bare legs; she loved to imagine herself running her hands along them and into their clothing .... And there were 32 of them in this class too - 16 boys and 16 girls .... She thought how long that would take .... "Miss, miss" came a female voice from the room. The teacher snapped out of her fantasies and looked up. A pretty girl, sitting in the front row, had her hand up in the air. "Yes, Marcie?" she asked. "Miss, Betty's just hit me with a piece of gum." A more plump girl stood up behind Marcie and called to the teacher. "I did not." she exclaimed. "Did too." replied Marcie, standing up and turning round. The two exchanged glances, and then blows. The teacher rose out of her seat, walked to the fighting pair, and dragged them both to the front. She stood them at the front of the class, and sat down on her desk, facing them. "Now did I not say there would be no fighting in this class?" she asked them, looking at their thighs. The girls nodded. "And what did I say would be a punishment?" Marcie was slightly smaller than Betty, and the teacher found her considerably more attractive. Of all the people in the class, she liked Marcie the most. Many times had she gone to bed at nights, thinking about her, and woken up dripping wet. "You will stand outside the Headmaster's office for the whole of break, writing lines for me. Now sit back down." She dismissed them with a wave of her hand. In her mind, she harked back to the time of corporal punishment. She saw herself standing at the front of the class, getting Marcie to bend over, and slapping her hard across her legs. She would do it to Betty too, but it wouldn't be as much of a thrill. She would spend longer on Marcie; she would love to feel the skin of her legs under her hands .... But that was for tonight. "All right children, it's time for PE." she announced. There was a cheer from the whole classroom, and they all started to get changed. She liked PE as much as, probably more than, the children did. She would take them down the corridor into the small hall, get them to do some exercises, watch them play, and then bring them back to the classroom, all the time looking at their beautiful legs. She loved to see the children half-naked. Not fully naked; that was in some perverse way too sick, too ... wrong. But she willingly accepted any opportunity to see as much bare flesh as possible. Her other rule change was to make the children all do PE barefoot. When at last they were all changed, she took them to the hall. She fantasised about leaving them there for a couple of minutes, running back to the classroom and hiding all their footwear. She fantasised often about having them all as 'toys', or as 'pets' in her house, playthings she could use for her own pleasure, always in their PE kits. She fantasised that Marcie was her personal maid; always in a short skirt; always barefoot. But this was the enlightened age. She watched them play, and stared longingly at them. She looked at the boys; she looked at the girls; she looked at Marcie; as they all went rushing by. But that was all she could do - look. Her fantasies could only ever be just that, fantasy. 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