Message-ID: <39772asstr$1039576203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20021211005647.16942.qmail@web40006.mail.yahoo.com> From: =?iso-8859-1?q?Toast=20World?= Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2002 00:56:47 +0000 (GMT) Subject: {ASSM} The New Head of St. Bartholomew's - Book 1 {ToastWorld} (MMf, slow, spank) X-Original-Subject: {ASS} The New Head of St. Bartholomew's - Book 1 {ToastWorld} (MMf, slow, spank) Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2002 22:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, hecate My first attempt at something like this. Comments and feedback welcome. Toast. (toast_world@yahoo.co.uk) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "new_head1.txt" begin> The New Head of St. Bartholomew's - Book 1 ========================================== Chapter 1 - A visit to the gym ============================== It was only my second day as the new head of St. Bartholomew's school for girls and I could tell that drastic changes were needed. I had been brought in to instill some discipline in the school as both governors and parents had become increasingly unhappy with what they saw as unruly behaviour amongst the girls. I had therefore been given carte blanche to restore order and improve academic performance in any way I saw fit. The school catered for girls between the ages of 14 and 18 and was set deep in the countryside away from all prying eyes. Combined with the fact that it was a boarding school, this gave me the confidence that I would have sufficient opportunity to make significant improvements by the end of the term. Today, however,was only the second day of term and I had so far simply toured the school, sitting in on lessons to get a feel of the place and scouting out possible allies amongst the staff. Overall I thought that the pupils weren't a bad bunch of girls, they had just been allowed to get away with too much for too long. Well, this was about to change. I had decided to sit in on the gym class of year 1 as I had a feeling that the gym master, Mr. Cooke, was going to potentially be a keen ally in my plans. I arrived at the gym just before the start of the lesson and took a seat in one corner. Soon afterwards the girls began to file in from the changing rooms. As they walked past me I took a moment to admire their youthful, budding bodies. I was pleased to see that the school maintained a traditional sports kits for the girls: plain white t-shirts, short, pleated blue skirts, white knickers, short, white socks and plimsoles. It seemed that the current fashion craze was for a youthful look and so the majority of the girls sported pigtails or pony tails. No bras were allowed in the gym and so I watched as 25 pairs of teenaged breasts bobbed past me. I am constantly pleasantly surprised at how grown up 14 and 15 year-old girls are nowadays. All in all it was a sight for sore eyes. I'll be the first to admit that although my job is hard, I am good at it and it does have its perks. Watching a class of teenage girls in their gym class was only one of these. I'm sure I'll get around to describing some of the others later. My moment of pleasant contemplation was shattered as the final two girls entered the gym, laughing and giggling and wearing their normal school uniforms, clearly not intending to take part in the lesson. I watched as they sauntered past. One girl was a tall, slender blonde; very pretty, with her long hair tied up in a pony tail. She had adjusted her skirt so that it was much shorter than regulation, showing off a pair of long, tanned legs. The second girl was shorter, slightly built, but with relatively large breasts which strained against the confines of her blouse and jacket. She had her dark hair in pigtails, framing an extremely cute and pixie-like face. These two girls laughed with each other as they walked over to take seats at the other end of the gym. The rest of the girls lined up in the centre of the floor ready for their warm up exercises. Before they could begin I beckoned Mr. Cooke over to me. "Mr. Cooke, er, Paul, what is the matter with the two girls over there?" He looked at me in a rather ashamed manner as he replied. "The tall one is Emma, the daughter of the chair of the governors and the dark haired one is her friend, Louise. Emma always comes up with some feeble excuse not to take part in lessons and there is never much we can do about it for fear of upsetting her father." This seemed to me to be the perfect opportunity to get to work. Emma's father was one of the keenest proponents of the new, harsher regime and on the one occasion I had met him he had just arrived from taking his spoiled daughter on a shopping spree. From his harassed look in that meeting, I got the feeling that he would be quite happy for his daughter to have some lessons in discipline. "Okay, leave them to me and get on with the class," I said and started to head over to the two girls. Behind me I heard Paul start the other girls in their warm up exercises. Emma and Louise looked up at me insolently as I approached. I began to feel a stir of excitement inside - I was going to enjoy this. Chapter 2 - A lie is discovered =============================== Emma, the blonde girl, was clearly the leader. She held my gaze as I approached and greeted me. "Hello headmaster, is something wrong?" "Well, that depends," I replied, "do you two girls have a good reason for missing out on your gym lesson? You do realise how important it is for young girls to get plenty of exercise don't you?" "Yes sir," she answered, "but unfortunately we've both had a bit of an accident with our kits and so we're waiting for our gym tops to come back from the school laundry." As she said this she smiled up at me and twisted a few strands of her hair with one hand, clearly trying an, 'I'm only an innocent girl so you must believe me' act. Her friend, Louise, looked on in silence, but also with a slight smile on her face. It was probably at this point that whichever teacher they were trying to manipulate would realise that they had to give in or risk the hypothetical wrath of Emma's father. I smiled coldly back at them and I think they both realised immediately that something different was about to happen. We all knew that all the girls had plenty of spare clothes so if something had happened to one set there would be plenty of others to use. "Now girls," I said, "we both know that that's not a good enough reason for you to miss out on a gym lesson don't we?" Louise flinched at my challenging tone, but Emma was made of sterner stuff and decided to brazen it out. "I'm sorry sir, I'm only telling you the truth, we would like to join in with the class, but we just can't." I could tell immediately that she wanted to say, "and if you don't go away there'll be trouble from my father." "Hmm," I answered, pretending to think about what to do next, "I think we can work something out so that you can still get your exercise. Come with me." I turned towards the changing rooms. Louise made as if to follow, but Emma remained sitting, looking at me defiantly. I turned back to them and said very quietly, "ladies, if you don't follow me now then there will be ten strokes of the cane for you both in my office." Emma let out a quick burst of laughter, "you wouldn't dare!" I looked back at her, "Oh yes I would, and don't think you have some sort of magical protection because of your father. He's given me his full support in bringing some discipline to this place and I intend to provide him with some results sooner rather than later. Now, whether you like it or not you're coming in that changing room with me to sort this out. If you don't move within the next 5 seconds then I will drag you to my office and give you a thrashing like you've never had before, do I make myself clear?" The two girls looked at me in disbelief, clearly never having been spoken to like this by a teacher before. I had raised my voice slightly as I spoke and put as much force into it as possible. Once they had got over the shock, the effect on Louise was amazing. She jumped to her feet and gathered her belongings, her gaze now directed down at the floor. Emma followed her, clearly biting her tongue. I turned again to walk to the changing room and this time they both silently followed me. I looked at the other girls as we walked past them. Paul had them doing some stretching exercises. It was a shame that I was missing this, but I would still get a chance to see it. "Don't go too far with the lesson Mr. Cooke," I said as I passed, "we have two more girls who will be joining in shortly." Emma and Louise looked down at the ground as I said this, embarrassed in front of their classmates. Interestingly I noted a few smug smiles on the faces of the other girls - perhaps the fact that these two were bunking off classes so brazenly was not so popular amongst the girls who didn't have powerful parents to frighten the teachers. We entered the changing room and I indicated that the girls should put their bags down. "Now girls," I said, "there will be no arguments. You are going to take part in this lesson. Perhaps you can tell me how, without your gym tops?" Emma fumed silently whilst Louise looked around uncertainly. I decided to try Louise first. "So, what is it Louise, do you have something to tell me?" She looked at me with what appeared to be a hint of fear in her eyes. "No sir," she replied nervously. "Oh come now," I prompted, "do you perhaps want to tell me that there is in fact nothing wrong with your gym kit after all and you were just pretending so that you could avoid the class?" She looked down at the ground. It was obvious that I was right and now we all knew it. "If you admit it," I said, "then I won't punish you, I promise." "Yes," she whispered, "it was a lie, I've got my gym kit with me." "You bitch!" shouted Emma, moving towards the other girl. I immediately reached out and grabbed her arm to hold her in place. "Now, Emma," I said calmly, "it appears that the truth is out. You have been caught lying to a teacher and to your headmaster and there is no way I will tolerate language like I have just heard from you." She struggled, but I held her tightly. "Sit down over there Louise," I ordered and watch what happens when girls in my school do not do what they are told. Chapter 3 - Emma's first punishment =================================== "Stop struggling Emma," I said, "you'll only make it worse for yourself." She gave one last tug and, deciding that I wasn't going to let her go, stopped struggling. "That's better," I said gently, "now I want to make it clear that I will not tolerate this sort of behaviour from any of the girls in my school. I will go easy on you now as it is the first time you've been in trouble, but if I catch you again the punishment will be much more severe. Is that understood?" Louise immediately answered me, "yes sir." Emma said nothing until I squeezed her arm and then she too whispered, "yes sir." "Good," I said, sitting down on one of the benches, "now Emma, I want you to lie over my knee as part of your punishment is to be spanked." "What?" she cried, "you can't be serious! That's not allowed!" She started struggling again, but soon stopped when I gave her arm a tug. I looked up at her pretty face, and said, "I'm afraid it is. Under the new rules any punishments I see fit can be used to instill discipline in this school. Now, are you going to bend over my knee and take your punishment or am I going to have to force you?" She looked close to tears now and suddenly the fight seemed to go out of her. She moved towards me as I let go of her arm and then she knelt down across my knee. I savoured the warm swells of her breasts pressed against my legs for a moment and then reached down to grab the hem of her short skirt. Emma flinched again as I raised the skirt up to reveal her panty-clad bottom. I had to focus hard now not to get too excited. It wouldn't do for her to feel my hard-on as I spanked her - there would be plenty of time for that later. I looked over Emma at Louise who was watching with nervous interest. "Now," I said, "your punishment is five slaps on your bottom. If you wriggle too much or shout out then the count will begin again. Is that understood?" "Yes sir," Emma sobbed quietly. I placed my hand on her bottom in order to get a good aim. I let it linger for a while, feeling the smoothness of her pert cheeks under the tight, white knickers. Then I raised my hand and brought it smacking down. Emma flinched and let out a gasp, taken by surprise by the sharp sting. "That's one," I said, "well done Emma." She let out a sob as I raised my hand again and brought it down, much harder this time - smack! This time Emma really thrust against me in reaction to the blow and she let out a very quiet "Ow". "You see what happens when you misbehave now don't you Emma?" "Yes sir," she whispered. "That's good, now brace yourself for number 3." I shifted position slightly and this time slapped her other buttock. She thrust against me again, trying to escape the pain from her rapidly reddening cheeks. At this point I noticed that something else was happening. I looked over at Louise and noticed that she was now watching in fascination as I spanked her young friend. She was sitting on the edge of the bench, her knees together and her feet raised on tiptoes as though she wanted to come closer. I decided to oblige her. "Come over here Louise," I ordered, "it will do you good to see Emma's punishment from closer." She quickly trotted across and I patted the bench for her to sit next to me. "Look at how Emma's bottom is going red," I said to her, "now I don't know if that is something you would like to happen to you - what do you think?" "No sir," said Louise breathlessly, "it looks like it hurts." Something in her voice made me look at her more closely, however. I suddenly had a picture of her naked over my knee, her large breasts bouncing freely as I punished her bottom. Perhaps she wouldn't be too distressed by such a scenario after all. I returned my attention to Emma, "now Louise, you hold Emma's skirt out of the way for the next stroke." She did so, pulling Emma's skirt even higher up her back. I raised my hand and slapped Emma across both buttocks. The hardest stroke yet. She gasped again and let out a pitiful little mew. Louise was watching very closely and she gasped too. I suddenly realised why as there, between Emma's legs was a very small, but very clear wet spot forming in her knickers. This was going far better than I had imagined. "Emma!" I said, "you naughty girl. I think you're actually enjoying this aren't you?" "No sir!" she answered, "it's horrible, please stop." "Hmm," I said, "you say one thing, but your body says another. I think we should get this over and done with before you ruin your knickers, don't you?" She moaned in misery and embarrassment, now knowing that we could both see that her pussy was betraying her excitement. "I said, you don't want to ruin your knickers do you?" I repeated. "No sir," she whispered, giving the impression that she wished the floor would open up and swallow her. "Right," I said and caught her with the final stroke on her bottom; the hardest yet driving her into my lap. She was really sobbing now, but I was not quite finished yet. "Right girls both of you on your feet and facing me please." Louise jumped up, her face betraying the fact that she too was excited by the situation. Emma stood up more slowly, her skirt falling back in place as her hands reached behind her, vainly trying to sooth her painful bottom. I remained sitting as they stood there before me looking totally delectable. "How old are you two?" I asked. "14 sir," answered Louise. "15 sir," said Emma. "I see, and don't you think you should be able to behave better at your ages?" "Yes sir" "Yes sir" "Okay," I continued, "I think I've demonstrated that I am serious about discipline. Now you'd better do as I say from now on. If either of you questions me they will be spanked _ten_ times, am I clear?" "Yes sir" "Yes sir" "Okay girls, seeing as you said you didn't have your gym tops with you, but in fact you did then I want you to change into your gym kits, but keep your t-shirts off." They both looked at me in shock and Emma was about to speak when a look from me cut her short. "That's right," I continued, "you are to change into your gym gear, but not your t-shirts and remember the rule is - no bras in the gym. So, Emma, what will you be wearing?" Emma looked at me in surprise as she answered, "just my skirt and knickers?" "And your socks and plimsoles of course!" I said and turned to leave, "I'll be waiting out in the gym, don't take too long!" Chapter 4 - An interesting gym lesson ===================================== I walked back out into the main gym and took my seat near the centre of one wall, from where I had a good view of everything that was going on. Paul was leading the girls through some floor-based stretching exercises. He looked up at me as a I sat down. "Emma and Louise will be joining the class shortly Mr. Cooke," I told him, "and as part of their punishment they will be dressed appropriately for the rest of this lesson. Perhaps you can make sure that the exercises the girls do are appropriate for this punishment?" He looked at me in a puzzled manner, but then turned his attention back to the nubile forms of the rest of the class. I watched with interest as he led the girls through a few more stretches, occasionally going up to a girl to correct her posture. It all appeared very professional, but I couldn't help feeling that any hot-blooded male who ended up teaching gym class for teenage girls would not have got the position by accident. I was pretty sure that he was going to be most helpful to me over the coming months. The first test would be his reaction when the two troublesome girls came out to join in the class. My thoughts were interrupted at this point by movement by the entrance to the changing room. Emma and Louise shamefacedly entered the gym, walking very slowly and looking down at the floor. Both girls were wearing their skirts and socks and plimsoles, but were topless. Emma walked with an arm across her naked chest, hiding her budding breasts from our eyes. For Louise this was more difficult and so she was cupping one of her large breasts in each hand as she walked towards us. The rest of the girls in the class noticed them coming and started to whisper and giggle to each other. Paul looked up and saw them too and then quickly looked back at me, his eyes wide with amazement. I nodded reassurance at him and addressed everyone. "Now girls, as you can see, Emma and Louise are joining in with the rest of you. As part of their punishment for misbehaving and disrupting the class, Emma has received a spanking in the changing rooms." Emma blushed bright red as I said this and the other girls' smiles broadened further - clearly bringing Emma down a notch was a popular move. "To complete their punishment," I continued, "they will spend the rest of the lesson without the bits of their gym kit that they pretended not to have with them. Hopefully this will start to get across to you all the message that I will not tolerate any girl misbehaving in this school. If any of you think about doing anything wrong then cast a glance at Emma and Louise and ask whether you'd like to be in the same position? Okay Mr. Cooke, please continue with the lesson." He looked at me again and I gestured for him to continue, emphasising the two topless girls with my eyes. Suddenly he seemed to realise that I was serious and his face lit up with a smile. I realised at that point that I had definitely found my first ally. He turned back to the class. "Okay, Emma, Louise," he said, "come and join in at the front here. Girls, give them room." The girls in the front row moved aside and Emma and Louise stood in the centre of the front row, still covering their breasts from everyone's view. "Okay, let's get you all warmed up a bit after this standing around," Paul continued, "running on the spot everyone, like this." He began to demonstrate gentle running on the spot. The girls started to follow him, Emma and Louise looked very unhappy about this, but started running too. "Lift those knees girls," Paul ordered. The girls followed. Emma and Louise were still hiding their breasts, but Louise was finding it harder and harder to do this as they jogged up and down with her movements. "Now, everyone clasp their hands on top of their heads like this," came the next instruction. All the girls complied apart from the two in the middle. I was about to speak up when Paul beat me to it. "You two as well!" he ordered. You've been in enough trouble today as it is, I don't think you want any more punishment for not doing what you're told do you?" Very reluctantly Emma and Louise moved their hands over their heads and continued to run on the spot. I feasted my eyes on the scene. 20-odd teenage girls running on the spot, their breasts bouncing under their shirts and in the middle there was Louise, her large breasts bouncing impressively for us all to see, her face red with embarassment, but I had a feeling that she would probably be enjoying the looks she was getting from her headmaster and gym teacher. Next to her Emma was looking similarly embarrased, but this just added to the perfect picture of the tall, slender, 15-year old blonde jogging on the spot in her gym skirt, socks and plimsoles, her small, but perfectly shaped breasts bouncing with each step. I felt my cock straining in my trousers. I was going to enjoy working here! As the lesson progressed, Emma and Louise realised that there was little point in trying to cover themselves up and so they stopped trying. Paul was getting into the spirit of things, devising numerous exercises which showed off the girls' breasts to their best advantage. The other girls clearly enjoyed every minute of seeing their haughty classmates embarrassed like this and oddly I noticed that Louise became more and more brazen as the lesson progressed, flaunting herself unnecessarily in front of both myself and Paul. I think Emma noticed her doing this and kept glancing dark looks at her friend. Emma was definitely trying to hide herself from us, but there was no way she could to this with the exercises she was doing. I smiled sweetly at her each time she passed me. At one point she was doing moves with a skipping rope fairly close to me and I said to her, "you're doing very well Emma, you're a very lovely girl so there's no need to be embarrassed about us all seeing you like this. I'm very impressed with the way you're taking your punishment." She seemed uncertain to know how to react to this, but I noted a look of satisfaction on her face and she seemed to subconsciously thrust her breasts further out for a few steps before realising what she was doing and resorting to her previous attempts to hide herself from me. Before long the lesson was over and Paul sent the girls off to the changing rooms and showers. Emma and Louise left the gym as quickly as they could, the other girls following them. There was the sound of laughter from the changing rooms until a shout from me brought quiet. Paul came over to me. "Wow!" he said, "that was some punishment." "Yes it was," I agreed, "you know that part of my role here is to bring some discipline to the girls, well I don't have a problem with us making that as enjoyable as we can, do you?" "Absolutely not," he replied, "but having half-naked girls like that in the gym class made it difficult for me to stand. I've never had such a hard-on." "That can definitely be a problem," I agreed, "and I think we need to sort out some way of dealing with that don't you?" "Yes, indeed, any suggestions?" "Well," I pondered, "I think I may just have an idea. Young Louise was giving us both the eye all through that lesson and she seemed to get very excited when I was spanking Emma. Why don't we call her into your office when the other girls leave and see what happens?" His eyes lit up at this suggestion and we agreed to see just how far Louise could be persuaded to go. Chapter 5 - Louise receives some help ===================================== Paul closed the door leaving the two of us alone with Louise. We had quite a bit of time to put my plan into action as it was now the school lunch hour and most of the other girls and staff would be crowded into the refectory. Louise smelled clean after her shower and her hair hung damply around her face adding even more to her cute appearance. She was very nervous about being alone with the two of us. "Have I done anything else wrong sir?" she asked "No Louise, not at all," I answered. I had had a few minutes to formulate a plan of attack and grab hold of what I needed from the sports injuries cabinet. "In fact I was very impressed with the brave manner with which you accepted your punishment. No, the reason we have asked you to come in here was that we were slightly worried that you may need to give yourself some special treatment after a gym class in order to help keep your body in tip-top shape." She looked at me with puzzlement and started to nervously play with her hair, "I'm not sure what you mean?" "Well, Mr. Cooke and I couldn't help but notice that you are quite grown up in certain areas." "You mean my boobs?" she squeaked, amazed that I had mentioned them. She clearly did not yet realise the effect she could have on men with a body like that. "Yes that's right, your boobs or your breasts as we prefer to call them. Now, because you were exercising with no support we were concerned that you might be putting too much stress and strain on your breasts. It is important for girls with your shape to look after their breasts." "Why?" she asked. "Well, there are many reasons," I explained, "firstly it is important that you keep them firm. You may not think this is a good reason now, but believe me you will in a few years time. Secondly you need to know your breasts well so that you can feel if there may be something wrong with them - again not so important now, but it will be in later life." "Okay," she answered hesitantly, prepared to accept such an explanation from an authority figure, "so what do I need to do." "Well, this is where Mr. Cooke and I can help. We've both seen your breasts already so there is no need to be ashamed about us seeing them again. Mr. Cooke here can show you what you need to do to look after your breasts and I will be here to supervise him. Does that sound like a good idea." "I don't know," she answered, "shouldn't it be something that I see matron about." "Perhaps," I said, "but Mr. Cooke is fully trained and matron is always busy. It is a good idea to do this as soon as possible and we have some free time now, so what do you say, I think it is the easiest thing all around and if you show willing it will help convince me that you were truly sorry about your earlier misbehaviour." "Well, I suppose if you say it is okay headmaster then I'll do it," she answered. "Okay, that's my girl. Now, you come and sit up on the desk here in front of me." I was sitting at a chair in front of the desk with another empty chair next to me. Louise sat timidly on the desk slightly to one side of me so I was looking slightly up at her. Paul came and sat in the other chair, he had a bottle of massage oil in his hand. "Okay Louise, now just make yourself comfortable. Scoot to the edge of the desk and rest one foot here and one here." I got her to position herself on the edge of the desk with her legs slightly spread and one foot in my lap, one in Paul's. "Like this?" she asked, clearly convinced everything was above board. "Yes, that's right," I said moving her foot so that it was placed right on my cock and noting that Paul was doing the same. "Now you need to take off your blouse and bra for us." She only hesitated a moment and then looked down as she started to unbutton her blouse. "Louise, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, " I reassured her, "you can look at us whilst we do this." "Okay sir," she said, looking up at us and continuing to undo her blouse. I met her gaze as she finished this and removed it, revealing her breasts trying to burst out of the bra underneath - what an amazing sight. She placed her blouse on the desk top and reached around behind her to undo her bra. I could already see that her breathing was quickening slightly. She was clearly a girl who was turned on by such situations. She removed her bra and placed this on the desk, sitting before us topless. This time she made no move to hide herself, simply placing her hands on the desk on either side of her and looking back and forth between us. My cock was already swelling beneath her foot. I was hoping that she wouldn't notice it yet. I admired her beautiful, adolescent breasts for a moment and then spoke again. "Now, Louise, take the oil from Mr. Cooke. What you need to do is put some of this oil on your breasts and then rub it in. Make sure you use quite a bit okay?" "Okay," she whispered, opening the bottle and raising it to her breasts. She dribbled a small amount of oil onto them and then looked at me. I nodded and smiled, indicating that she should continue. She poured quite a bit more. "That's fine," I said, "now you need to slowly work the oil into your skin." She passed the bottle back to Paul and began to rub the oil into her breasts. My cock was twitching like crazy beneath her foot now and I'm sure she noticed, but she didn't say anything. "Hmm, perhaps Mr. Cooke should demonstrate for you Louise - I don't think you're quite doing it right, okay?" She looked up at us hesitantly, her hands pausing over her now shiny breasts and, biting her lip, she nodded. Paul stood up and walked around to stand behind Louise. I took both her feet and placed them in my lap, holding her ankles. From where I was sitting, the huge bulge in Paul's trousers was very obvious, but Louise couldn't see it. "Now Louise, Mr. Cooke will now show you how to take care of your breasts, okay?" "Yes," she whispered and seemed to almost brace herself, not knowing what to expect. Paul seemed reluctant to go any further, but I met his gaze and nodded, urging him on. He took a deep breath, stepped closer to the half naked girl on his desk and reached around in front of her to cup her breasts. The look on his face was priceless, he clearly had been wanting to do something like this for a long time. "Okay, Louise," he said, "just relax and I'll show you what to do." "Okay," she said, letting out a deep breath and adjusting to the feeling of someone else cupping her breasts. Paul slowly began to massage her, sliding his hands over her shiny skin. Even for such a small girl, she was certainly well-endowed and he had both hands full. I looked up at the happy smile on his face. He didn' t seem capable of saying anything else so I decided I needed to help him out to maintain the pretense. "What Mr. Cooke is doing now is the first phase Louise, simply working the oil deep into the skin. With large, young breasts like yours it is important to keep the skin supple and strong. Once he has done this then he can go on to more specific areas." Paul followed my lead and began to work his hands all around her shiny breasts, underneath them and down the sides. Louise was sitting there staring into space, clearly enjoying the feeling of being massaged in this way, her breaths coming deep and fast. "Finally," I said, "it is important to work on the nipples." Paul again took my cue and with each hand he took one of Louise's already swollen nipples between his finger and thumb. Louise moaned softly as he gently pulled and then slowly worked the hard little nubs between his fingers. I couldn't believe how this young girl was responding to his ministrations. She was incredibly turned on. So was I, of course and my cock was throbbing like crazy beneath her feet. "Louise?" I asked softly. She focussed on me with some difficulty and answered, "yes sir?" "Has anyone ever done this sort of thing for you before? A teacher or doctor or even a boyfriend?" "No sir," she giggled as though it was a silly question, "of course not. I wouldn't let anyone do this...well except for now I suppose." "That's good," I said,"how are you feeling?" "Well, a bit funny really," she answered, her eyes shining, "Mr. Cooke's hands feel really nice, but my boobs feel very sensitive and there is a bit of a funny feeling in my, er, tummy." "I see, " I said, "can you describe more what you are actually feeling?" As I watched Paul continuing to tweak her nipples, my heart leaped. I had been completely wrong about this girl. Because of the way she reacted to Emma's spanking I had assumed that she was a young slut who perhaps had already begun sleeping around and was sexually experienced. In fact the opposite was true - she seemed completely innocent and her excited reactions were purely her young body's natural behaviour. It was almost too good to be true. Here was a gorgeous 14 year-old girl with a fabulous body and no idea about sex, but naturally excited by any sexual ideas. My train of thought was broken as she answered. "I really like it when Mr. Cooke pulls my nipples like that," she said, her body moving involuntarily as Paul gave her nipples another, harder tug in response. "My boobs feel as though they are a bit tight and my tummy feels a bit like I have butterflies." "Hmm," I answered, pretending to be thinking about this, "I think we should perhaps check this out a little bit more, perhaps you worked out a bit too hard in the gym. We don't want you to become ill do we?" "No sir," she replied, a worried look coming into her eyes. "There's no need to worry," I reassured her, "why don't you just go and lie on the bench over there and we'll come over and look at you in a moment, okay?" "Yes sir," she answered. Paul let go of her breasts reluctantly and Louise slid off the table and trotted across the office, lying back on Paul's treatment bench. Before today the most exciting thing that had been treated on this bench was probably a sprained ankle, but this was definitely about to change for the better." Chapter 6 - The education continues =================================== Paul came close to me and whispered excitedly , "fantastic - her tits are so firm, I've never felt anything like that before, and the way she reacted when I pulled her nipples - she is so hot!" "I know," I answered, "I also think she's pretty innocent so has no idea what we are doing, which is even better." "How far do you want to take this?" he asked me, "are we going to fuck her?" "I don't think so, not today, it's probably asking a bit much, besides, do you have any condoms in here?" "No," he shook his head in disappointment. "We need to take things slowly," I told him, "ensure that any girl who we single out for special treatment won't cause a big fuss. We either need to keep them in line through punishment or, in Louise's case, by reassuring her that we are doing things which are innocent and for her own good. Although she's very innocent I don't think even she would think it was normal for us to fuck her! Don't you agree?" "Yes," he answered reluctantly, "but what about this?" He indicated his hard-on which was still obvious in his trousers. "I've got the same problem," I told him, "but I think we might be able to get some relief. I propose that this session is one we think of as laying the ground rules. After the next gym class we'll bring Louise in again, get her to demonstrate for us again and see if we can take it a bit further. One thing though - I have a video camera in my bag - I think we need to get this on tape don't you?" "Yes," he nodded eagerly. "Okay," I said, "follow my lead again and you set the camera up on those cabinets there whilst I talk to Louise." He nodded again and went over to my bag to retrieve the camera and set it up. I walked over to Louise who had been pretending not to watch us. She looked at me as I approached. She was a picture, laying back, her back resting on the raised section of the bench. A nervous expression on her pretty face, framed by her pigtails; her shiny breasts with still erect nipples completed the scene. I sat on the bench next to her to distract her from what Paul was doing. I took hold of her hand and spoke calmly to her. "No need to worry my dear. We'll take care of you. What we need to do is just have a bit of a closer look at you and test your reactions to certain things just to make sure you haven't hurt anything in the gym. I don't think you have, but with the feelings you describe it is important to be sure. Now Mr. Cooke is setting something up to record what happens, just in case we need to refer to it later, okay?" She nodded silently, looking almost tearful now. I felt slightly guilty at manipulating her like this, but only slightly! I continued to speak to her softly. "Now, we just need you to lay back down a bit now." I adjusted the back rest of the treatment bench so that Louise was lying completely flat. Behind me I heard a whir as the camera started filming and Paul came around to stand on the other side of the bench. Louise was looking up at the two of us wondering what was going to happen next. "Louise," I said, "we're going to have to examine you a little bit more. We'll be very gentle okay - tell me if you want to stop. What we need to do though is get you to take your skirt off for us. Can you do that for us?" At this Louise frantically shook her head. "No," she said, "no don't do that!" "Why not?" I asked worried about pushing her too far too quickly, "we've seen it all before and we only want to help you." "I can't," Louise stammered, "I'm embarrassed." "There's no need to be embarrassed Louise," I told her gently, "now we've already seen your breasts and that was fine wasn't it. You even let Mr. Cooke here massage them for you. We just want to make you feel better. You know that don't you?" "Yes," she whispered, "but,..., but..." "Go on," I prompted, "what is it? You can tell me." "I think I have wet my knickers a bit. I didn't mean to - I'm sorry! I don't know how it happened, but it feels wet there!" "Louise, that's not a problem. In fact I would almost expect that to have happened judging by the other things you've described. Believe me it is nothing to worry about. Do you remember we saw the same thing in Emma's knickers earlier?" "Yes!" she said, suddenly realising. Paul cast an interested glance towards me, but I ignored it for now. "So," I said, "let's just have a look at your tummy under this skirt shall we?" "Okay," Louise said and reached down to unfasten her short gym skirt. It was a wraparound design so that once she had unfastened the clasps she simply unwrapped it from her slender waist, revealing her small, white knickers. I almost gasped, she looked so stunning like this, but I forced myself to continue. I looked quickly at Paul next to me and he was almost shaking with excitement. "Let's get this skirt out of the way shall we?" I gently pulled at the skirt and Louise lifted her bottom slightly to allow me to pull it from under her. Now she was lying in front of us almost naked. My cock was unbelievably hard as I took in the sight, but I knew I had to go on. "Louise, can you just open your legs a little bit for us please?" "Hmm, okay, I suppose." she replied and shuffled her thighs slightly apart for us. I looked up at Paul and met his astonished gaze - her knickers were absolutely soaking! Clearly Louise was really turned on by this situation - even if she didn't yet understand it. "That's good," I reassured her, trying to keep my voice from quavering. Now, you were right about being wet down there so I think we need to take your knickers off to have a good look, is that okay?" "I suppose so," Louise whispered and moved to start taking her knickers down. "No, that's okay," I told her, "we'll do it for you." I stepped in close and slipped one finger inside the elastic of her knickers. My heart was pounding by this time. I motioned to Paul to do the same thing on his side, which he did. Slowly we started to slide the teenage girl's knickers down as she lay there looking up at the ceiling with her hands by her side. Louise wriggled slightly in embarrassment as we slowly slid her underwear down her legs and worked it over her trainers. Now, at last she was fully revealed in front of us, lying there on her back in just her short white socks and trainers. Chapter 7 - A detailed examination ================================== "You're a very pretty girl Louise." I told her. She smiled back up at me and whispered, "thank you." I stopped for a moment and feasted my eyes on this 14 year-old girl in front of me. She was lying still, looking up at the ceiling so didn't see me looking at her. I took in her beautiful, smooth skin; her pretty, innocent face framed by her dark pigtails; her large breasts with their still erect nipples and down below her triangle of soft, dark pubic hair and her long, slender legs. The fact that she was still wearing her socks and trainers just added to the effect of making her look cute and innocent. In short she looked delectable. Once we had taken her knickers off, Louise had taken the opportunity to close her legs again. I gently placed my hand on her right thigh as I said, "Okay Louise, now we're going to have a look at you. The first thing I need you to do is open your legs for me." As I said this I pulled her thigh towards me and Paul did the same with her other leg. She didn't resist, seemingly trusting us completely and we positioned her legs wide enough apart so that we could get a good view of her little, pink pussy. Her pussy lips were slightly parted and glistening with wetness. I was burning with the desire to touch her and knew that Paul would be too. I still had a surprise for both of them up my sleeve though. "I think I can see what it is Louise," I told her,"and it is nothing to be worried about." She sighed in relief at this and then spoke up. "What is it then? Why do I feel so funny and why is my...my...thingy so wet?" "Well," I answered, "I am still not 100% sure and I think we need to look into it a bit more to be certain. However I think I can explain it best by asking you a question. Do you know what happens when men and women like each other a lot." She giggled at this before answering. "Emma tells me that people snog and sometimes they take all their clothes off!" "Well, that's true," I said, "and what happens when they take their clothes off?" "I don't know," answered Louise, "don't they just do more snogging?" "Yes they do, but also some interesting things happen to their bodies. Do you know what the different parts of men and women are called?" "I know that a man's thingy is called his penis and a woman's is called a vagina," she answered proudly. "That's right," I said, "but what do the girls call them in the playground? There are all sorts of different names aren't there?" "Yes," she answered, "sometimes Emma talks about boy's willy's or their cock's! My mum tells me to call my thingy a tuppence, but Emma says they are really called fannys." "Well," I said, "you are well educated aren't you?" She smiled at me again as though there was nothing at all unusual about having such a conversation with her lying naked in front of me. "For now I want you to call a man's think his cock and a woman's thing her pussy. That way we all know what we are talking about, okay?" "Cock and pussy, okay!" she replied brightly. "Right," I said, "now, what happens when a man and woman like each other is that once they've snogged for a bit her pussy can get wet like yours has and at the same time the man's cock grows big and hard. What happens next we can leave for another time, but as far as I can see this is what is happening to your pussy Louise." "But, but, I haven't snogged anyone yet!" she protested, "does this mean there's something wrong with my pussy?" "I don't think so," I answered, happy that she was completely taken in by my line of reasoning, "but we want to be sure. You see, sometimes girls of your age can become excited - this is what we call it - even without having to kiss a boy. So, are you happy for us to keep checking you, just to make sure everything is okay?" "Yes," Louise answered, a bit brighter now that it seemed she understood a bit of what was happening, "what do you need to do?" "Well first we need to just examine your pussy a bit closer. I'll let Mr. Cooke go first and explain what he is doing." Like a sprinter from the blocks, Paul reached for Louise's pussy. He gently placed his finger over her lips and ran it up and down. Louise shivered and let out a moan, "that feels funny." "But it also feels quite nice doesn't it?" he asked. "Yes, it does." "Now, Louise, I'm just opening up the lips of your pussy a little bit and I'm going to put my finger inside." As he said this, he used two fingers to open up her pussy lips and then very carefully placed the tip of one finger inside her and moved it around slowly. Louise moaned again. Paul looked up at me and said, "she's incredibly tight!" "That's a good thing Louise," I said to reassure her, "now I'll just confirm what Mr. Cooke has said. If you find that it feels nice then all you have to do is relax and enjoy the feeling, okay?" "Okay." As Paul held her pussy lips open for me I ran one finger slowly up and down the slick, wet opening and then probed gently inside, feeling the resistance which verified what was already obvious - Louise was still a very innocent virgin. Or perhaps not that innocent, I thought to myself as she moaned again and I felt her involuntarily grip my finger with her pussy. It seemed that despite her tender age, Louise was more than ready to become a woman. I savoured the feeling of my finger inside her warm wetness for a moment, before looking at Paul and smiling. "Okay Louise," I said, "it seems that you are definitely sexually excited which is good, but it is important that when a man or a woman gets sexually excited they receieve some appropriate relief." "What do you mean, relief?" Louise asked. "Well," I answered, "being sexually excited is a very good and natural thing, but it places certain stresses on the body so it is not a good idea to remain excited for too long. The best way to get rid of the excitement is to have an orgasm - have you heard of that?" "No," Louise answered. "Okay, well what that means is that you need to build the sexual excitement to a certain level and at that point the body will automatically release it all leaving you feeling very relaxed. That probably sounds a bit medical, but in fact what it usually means is that you get to feel really good for a while and then when you have the orgasm it leaves you feeling wonderfully relaxed. Does that make sense to you?" "I guess so," she answered uncertainly, "do you think I need to have an orgasm now?" "I think it would be a good idea and I think you'll probably find it is a lot of fun. If you do then whenever you find that this happens again you can always come to Mr. Cooke or me and ask if we'll give you an orgasm. Does that sound like a deal?" "Okay!" she answered, "let me see what it feels like first though." "That's my girl," I answered, "now the last thing that we need to do before we begin is take care of this hair down by your pussy. We find that often younger girls have better orgasms if they don't have that hair in the way. So, what I'd like to do is remove it for now - don't worry it will grow back if you want it to. Does that sound okay?" "I don't know," Louise answered, "will it hurt?" "No, not at all, and as I say, you will probably have a better orgasm if we do it." "Okay then," she said. I turned to look at Paul who was grinning as though all his Christmasses had come at once. I went over to my bag and fetched the razor and shaving gel. I then found a small bowl amongst the first aid supplies and filled it with warm water and finally grabbed a towel and the baby oil and headed back to the bench where Paul was still very slowly working his finger in and out of Louise's tight pussy. Chapter 8 - Some oil and a trim =============================== Louise let out a sigh as Paul removed his finger. She had been lying back with her eyes closed, clearly enjoying the sensation of being gently fingered. Now, she opened her eyes again and watched as I set down the bowl and scooped some of the warm water onto her pubic hair. She giggled as some of the water trickled down over her pussy. I then squirted some of the shaving gel onto her very soft hair and began to work it in. Louise squirmed a little bit under my hand. "Is that nice?" I asked her. "Yes sir, it's very nice," she answered. "That's good. You have to keep still now as I'm going to shave the hair off and I don't want to nick you." "Okay," she whispered. I started to slowly move the razor over her soft skin, removing what little hair there was. Louise was clearly nervous, but also very sensitised to being touched and she would inadvertantly flinch if I accidentally brushed against her pussy. I looked up at Paul at one point and noticed him watching me intently. He saw me looking and met my gaze with a nervous smile. I beckoned him in closer and indicated he should hold Louise's legs a little bit further apart so that I could trim off the last, awkward bits of hair right in between her thighs. Very soon it was done. I dribbled some more of the warm water on Louise's naked skin, generating more squirming and giggling. I then patted her skin dry and reached for the oil. "Nearly done Louise," I told her, "I'm just going to put a bit of oil on now to finish you off." She nodded silently and watched as I dripped a small amount of oil onto her bare pubic mound, flinching again as the cool oil drops touched her. I slowly worked the oil into her skin with my fingers and noticed that Paul was moving in very close beside me. I moved over and continued rubbing Louise's skin with one hand, allowing Paul access. We worked the oil over her mound and down her inner thighs, avoiding her already glistening pussy by unspoken agreement. Louise sighed and closed her eyes, letting the new sensations overtake her. "That's good Louise," I told her, "now, I think it's about time you had your first orgasm, what do you say?" "Okay sir," she replied. I indicated that Paul should reposition the camera whilst Louise's eyes were closed. He did so, moving it so that it had a good shot up between her open legs. I decided on the spur of the moment of a way to make the recording even better. "Now Louise," I told her, "it will be better if you sit up a little bit for this." I raised the end of the bench again so that she was half-inclined. This way the camera had a much better view of her body and face. Louise was now happily following any command I gave her so decided to push things slightly. "Just for the record Louise, I want you to make a quick statement for the camera and then we'll begin. Just sit up and face the camera, okay?" "Oh, okay, I suppose," she said, clearly not expecting this, but doing as I asked, sitting more upright and looking first at the camera and then expectantly at me, waiting to be told what to say. I was standing on her right-hand side and I gently took hold of her right thigh, supporting it so that her already open legs were even wider apart. Paul followed my lead with her other thigh. Now she was sitting up, with her feet almost touching her bottom, her legs bent and held open by the two of us. The camera had an excellent view of her naked pussy as well as the rest of her. "Oops, it looks like we missed a bit Louise," I said, "now whilst you rub the oil in a bit better, I'd like you to look into the camera, state your name and age and then tell a little bit about what you're feeling and what is happening. This will be very useful for me and Mr. Cooke, okay?" "Yes sir, okay." she replied, thought about it for a minute and then started to speak. "Don't forget the oil," I reminded her, "it will probably be good to work a little bit into your pussy too." "Oh, yes, thanks," she responded and reached her hand down between her legs. She started to explore the area around her newly hairless pussy and began to slide her fingers around in the oil that remained on her skin. As Paul and I watched intently as she very gingerly spread a small amount of oil onto the lips of her pussy, moaning at the sensations this triggered. "That's good," I prompted her, "keep doing that whilst you speak to the camera." Louise looked up from what she was doing, but her fingers kept slowly working the oil into and around her pussy. She was starting to breathe quite heavily now, but did as she was told and looked up at the camera ready to speak. "My name is Louise Hollins, I'm oooh," she moaned again, closing her eyes briefly before continuing, "...I'm 14 years old. I'm feeling very nice at the moment, but also a bit funny. The headmaster and Mr. Cooke have been examining me after gym lesson and they say I need to have an orgasm and then I'll feel better. I think they are going to give me an orgasm soon. I'm a bit nervous about it, but they've said it should feel nice...aaah." She stopped again as one of her fingers slid over her clit, sending a wave of pleasure through her. This was going to be a hell of a tape - I could just imagine how amazed the audience I had in mind were going to be. Would they believe it when they saw the beautiful, naked teenager sitting there with her knees up and legs apart, one hand playing with her shaved, slippery pussy. The aura of innocence leant to the scene by her cute face, pigtails and short white socks and gym slippers would be somewhat at odds with what she was saying to the camera. I tried to force the insistent throbbing of my cock to the back of my mind so that we could finish this off. "Okay Louise, that's very good, now I can see your feelings are getting stronger so just relax and me and Mr. Cooke will give you an orgasm." "Yes please sir," she said, lying back slightly and closing her eyes. Chapter 9 - Some relief at last =============================== Keeping hold of Louise's right leg with my left hand, I moved my right hand into position over her pussy. Very slowly I covered the slick opening with the palm of my hand. I was amazed at the heat she was giving off. I gently pressed my hand down, easily cupping all of her. Louise let out a long moan as I made contact. I very slowly moved my hand back and forth and was rewarded with more sounds of pleasure from the young teenager. Her pussy was so wet and slippery that I inadvertantly blurted out, "...incredible...". Paul looked at me with a huge grin on his face and stuck his tongue out, waggling it slightly to indicate what he wanted to do. I thought for a second and then nodded. "Keep your eyes closed Louise," I told her, "you're getting closer. Does it feel good?" "Oooh, yes sir," she moaned. I reluctantly removed my hand from her and Paul quickly adjusted his position to lie down on the bench with his face between Louise's open legs. He placed one hand on each of her thighs and took over the job of holding her legs apart. I moved to stand behind her, picking up the bottle of oil and rubing a small amount into my hands. Then as Paul slowly leaned forward, I reached over and began to massage more oil into Louise's large, firm breasts. Paul began to tease Louise, just lightly flicking her pussy lips with his tongue. Each time he touched her she arched her back and moaned. After a few gentle flicks, he leaned slightly closer and ran his tongue slowly and deliberately along the full length of her pussy. It was clear that it was not going to take much more to bring the young girl to orgasm so he started to slowly work her clit with his tongue. Louise began to writhe and buck as he did this. I started to gently pull on her erect nipples. "That's a good girl, " I told her, "just relax and give into the feelings." "Ooh," she moaned, "...it...feels...so...aaahhh..." With this last word she threw back her head and grabbed the sides of the bench, her back arching. The young teenaged girl had her first orgasm as her headmaster cupped her breasts and her gym teacher rested his tongue against her virgin pussy. The spasms slowly subsided and Louise finally relaxed back onto the bench, her body shiny from the oil and a slight sheen of sweat. Paul shifted position to stand up and Louise slowly stretched her legs out. "So, did that feel good?" I asked her. "Oh yes sir, it was fantastic," Louise breathed. "That's good, now you just lie there and get your breath back," I started to think about what to do next as both Paul and myself were sporting massive erections. I looked back at the naked girl and my desire began to win out over common sense. I started to think that perhaps we would be able to get away with fucking her after all - she had been so compliant for everything else hadn't she? My ponderings on this thought were suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door. I looked around in a panic, then looked back at Louise to see that she had opened her eyes to see what the interruption was. Instantly I was struck by the thought that we had gone too far too quickly, my hard-on vanished and my brain once again took over. "Get dressed my dear." I said to Louise and signalled Paul to help her out. He looked as shell-shocked as me, but did what I indicated. I went over to the door and enquired, "yes, who is it?" "It's Miss Weller, headmaster, sorry to disturb you, but it's time for the next class and I'd like to get some things from the office." I hadn't yet had much contact with Miss Weller the biology teacher who also covered some of the gym lessons for the younger girls so didn't know what to expect. I was sure though that she would not approve of what had just been happening in this office. "Just a minute," I replied, "we've just been helping out one of the pupils with a bit of physical therapy." I noticed that Paul had been rushing Louise into her clothes. There wasn't much for her to put on and she was almost done. I went over and quickly reminded her, "remember Louise, for now this special treatment is something to keep between the three of us, okay?" "Okay, sir, I suppose," she answered, still looking flushed. "Just remember that if you want another orgasm you can ask either of us any time, but that it is a personal thing so you shouldn't really talk to anyone else about it." I was struggling for a good explanation but for now this would have to do. The cute young girl gave a quick nod and picked up her bag. I walked over to the door with her and opened it, revealing the tall, blonde figure of Miss Weller peering in. She looked at Louise as she walked past and asked, "so do you feel better for your treatment Louise?" "Oh yes Miss, much better thank you," answered Louise with a grin. The teenager then skipped away through the changing rooms to her next lesson. Miss Weller looked at the two of us suspiciously, but clearly thought better of saying anything. She walked over to one of the cupboards and began taking some mats out for her next lesson. As she did this I quickly threw everything we had been using into my bag, glanced over at Paul and headed for the door. The blonde teacher didn't seem to spare us another thought as we both hurriedly left. Once we were outside the building we stopped briefly and Paul leaned against the wall, exhaling loudly, "that was close!" "Yes, but I think we just about got away with it, we'll have to be more careful next time." He shot me a quick look, "next time?" "Of course, we nearly got caught, but wasn't it worth it? You got to taste her pussy after all!" He grinned, "you're right it was definitely worth it, but I was getting a bit carried away at the end." "Me too," I agreed, "I think we should keep our heads down for the next few days, but I'll be in touch with you again soon okay?" "Yes, that makes sense," he answered. Epilogue ======== The next few days passed quietly. My thoughts strayed back regularly to the events in the gym, sometimes amazed at what we had done, sometimes scared at what might happen if Louise spoke up about it. There was nothing I could do though so I settled into the job of familiarising myself with the rest of the school. In fact, in many ways I pushed the events to the back of my mind as there was so much work to be done. However, three days after we had given Louise her first orgasm, events in the school seemed to take matters into their own hands. I had just finished a long phone call with the chairman of the board of governors complaining that if anything the behaviour of his daughter Emma had worsened over the last couple of days. In the end he had insisted on coming in and seeing for himself how I was running things. I had reluctantly agreed. The plan was that I would bring in Emma for punishment for the things that she had done wrong (and it seemed from reports of various teachers that there were many). He would then observe how I handled things and report back to the rest of the school board. I sat back with a sigh when the phone rang again, this time it was an internal call. "Hello?" I asked. "Hello headmaster, this is Miss Weller from the biology department. I don't know if you remember, but we bumped into each other in the gym the other day." How could I not remember? "Yes, of course, Miss Weller, I'm sorry that I've not really had the chance to say hello properly yet." "That's okay," she answered, "I realise how busy you must be." "So, what can I do for you?" I asked. "Well," she began, now hesitating as though plucking up courage to speak, "it's about what you left behind in the office last week." My heart suddenly began pounding, "er...did I leave something behind?" "Yes," she replied, suddenly sounding more positive, "I was tidying up after the class and noticed that there was a video camera on top of one of the filing cabinets..." Now I felt close to panic, we'd clearly left it behind in the rush. If only I hadn't resisted the urge to watch the tape I would have found out earlier. Still, it wouldn't have done much good. It suddenly looked as though my position here was even more tenuous than I had thought a few minutes ago. "Look, Miss Weller..." I began, trying to think what to say. "Headmaster," she interrupted me, "let me save you the trouble. I watched the tape that was in there with you Mr. Cooke and the young girl Louise. In fact I watched it several times. I have to say that I was shocked by what I saw." "Well..." I said, but she was clearly now finding her stride. "Yes, I was shocked to see that you missed the chance to taste her pussy yourself. Also, surely the whole thing would have looked better if you had kept her blouse on, but open and her school tie loosely around her neck? That way she would really have looked a lot more like a schoolgirl which I think is what you were looking for?" "What?" I gasped, unable to believe what I was hearing. "I simply want to say this - let me in on your next escapade and I can promise you you won't regret it." I hesitated, thinking that this was some elaborate joke, "what do you mean?" "Just that I happen to share some of your and Mr. Cooke's tastes. I think I can help you out with the school's discipline problem, but I want to share in the fun too, okay?" I couldn't see what else to do to end the surreal conversation so I answered, "okay." 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