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Catholic Schoolgirl

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It was boring…damn it was boring. I’d been a college professor, for God’s sake. A Ph-fucking-D in American Literature & Writing. So what the hell was I doing teaching at Our Lady Of Mercy high school? Well, to make a long story short, it was money. Universities don’t pay assistant professors worth a damn and OLM (Old Laid Maids, to the cognoscenti), a conservative, full-student-uniform, old line Catholic private academy, had offered me a cool $10,000 more than Eastman City University to teach their “girls” about The Scarlet Letter and other tripe, oh excuse me, classics. So, I was bored.

Most of these girls were nice enough, maybe too nice, and not overly bright. 

They were at OLM because Mom & Dad wanted to keep them safe from boys. Naturally, while their parents paid a hefty tuition to get their girls ready for college and keep their virginities intact, the girls took every opportunity to mess around, both with boys and – oh shock, oh horror – each other. The rumor mill was constantly grinding out new salacious stories. Kirsten G had balled the football star from Cardinal O’Malley High School (better known as “Carnal & Manly”); Alicia S was in a lesbian tryst with her boyfriend’s older sister, and so on. It was enough to make you laugh out loud.

And the faculty — mostly older men, over 50 and married, or nuns & priests. There were only four of us who were under 50 and secular — myself, Sarah Jenkins (biology), Alex Fernandez (Spanish & French), and Molly Poulan (American History). Naturally, rumors had us all linked in a variety of wild sexual relationships. Naturally, they were all, all wrong. Molly was engaged, Alex gay, and Sarah only vaguely interested. We had gone out a few times, even slept together once, but nothing came of it. Me, Dr. Fisher, I was single and lonely and horny and bored.

Until (oh you KNEW there was an “until” didn’t you?) Megan Renzo walked into my English 12 class. She was a transfer from the public schools and acted like she didn’t fit in. The rumor mill had it that she had been “involved” with her music teacher and that the scandal got him fired and her packed off to OLM. Her Daddy was a lawyer and filthy rich, so Megan got in without passing an entrance examination and with the understanding that she would sail through OLM and get shipped off to a nice catholic girls college where she would stay to earn her Mrs.-degree. She had every likelihood to be trouble for us, and she knew it.

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To Spank a Schoolgirl

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Professor Daren was sweating. Karla had come to class dressed completely inappropriately again, and he was having the worst time trying to hide the tent in his pants.

Second row back, the flirty redhead was leaning forward, as if completely interested in everything he was saying. Really, however, the curvy college freshman was giving him a great view down her button up shirt… under which she was wearing nothing, as he could attest to. He wondered if she’d given her high school teachers this much trouble or if it was just him. A younger professor, Daren was about 35 years old, 6’1″ with shortly clipped brown hair. Attractive and very young for his position, his classes on abnormal psychology were a favorite for females. Especially now when the topic had moved into sexual abnormalities and fetishes. When he’d first taken the position he hadn’t realized how full of females his classes could get, he tended to try to get through this section as quickly as possible, not wanting to discuss sexual fetishes too deeply in class. For as much as he knew he had to hide it, he had his own fetish… probably part of the reason he’d become a professor rather than a teacher. He was entranced with the schoolgirl image, the Catholic schoolgirl gone wrong and needed a spanking. For years he’d been picturing himself having to administer punishment to some nubile young girl, turning her ass red with a paddle. Just thinking about it made him hard… not that that could hurt now, he was already at full mast just from looking down Karla’s shirt at her perky, round, pale white breasts. Gorgeous things that they were.

Fortunately, he’d been doing these lectures for long enough that his mouth could run on the familiar words without his brain being behind it. Otherwise he’d probably be in front of this class just stuttering like a fool. He’d had brazen girls in his classes before, wanting to ask him out for a date, trying to do “extra credit”, but none were as forward as Karla. Every day it was something different, a short skirt that would lift up to reveal a pale ass (perfect for spanking) as she bent over to pick something up on her way up the stairs to a lecture seat in the back, lowcut shirts that made the most of her considerable cleavage… one day she’d stopped by his podium on her way out of the class and managed to brush her hand against his crotch. She knew she got him hard, it’d been right there for her to feel it. Rather than curbing her behavior, however, she’d gotten worse after that incident.

After the class was over, he wondered how he was going to last with such a little tease for the rest of the semester.

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Punished

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Jill knew that she was in trouble the moment she heard the sharp voice of Miss Norton ordering her to halt! It was way past curfew and here she was out in the hall trying to sneak back to her own room. “Hold it right there, Miss Penice!” the head of school security barked. “Do you know what time it is?” “Uh, yes ma’am,” Jill replied with a sinking heart. “The why are you where not supposed to be?” Petra Norton intoned evenly. “Well uh, you see it’s like this,” Jill stammered. “Like what? Petra asked harshly. “This is the third time this semester you’ve broken curfew,” Petra Norton went on, “the last time you promised not to let it happen again!” Jill stood there with her head hung low, wishing for all the world she was anywhere but right here. This time it is going to be different,” Petra said firmly. “Now, follow me to my office, we’re gonna get it all straightened out!”

As they wound their way through the maze of corridors Jill tried one last time to reason with Petra Norton. “Can’t we just wait until tomorrow, Miss Norton, I-it’s so late?” “I guess you should have thought about that before flaunting the rules,” Petra said coldly as they approached her office. “Now sit down and shut up while I try to figure out what to do with you!” Miss Norton’s office was spartan to say the least, with bone white wall, a small metal desk, and several straight back chairs for visitors! If it was designed to make a person feel unwelcome it was doing good job of it, cuz Jill was dreading every minute she was in there! Petra Norton plopped down in her chair and interlaced her fingers and held them behind her head while staring at the young woman on the other side of the desk. Jill shivered as the older woman looked right through her, but even she couldn’t have imagined what was about to happen next!
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