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Subject: {ASSM} Unnatural Selection (Femdom)#6
Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2001 02:10:01 -0400
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                  Part - 6

As I was heading out the door of third period study hall Mister Danridge
(the fat balding middleaged teacher who all the time seemed to smell
like rotten cheese) called me back into the class and (in his high reedy
voice) remarked to me that while I was going down to the Principles
office anyway, he didn't see any reason why I couldn't take Miss Kimonos
things with me!

So there I found myself lugging around a canvas bag full of some other
persons books along with my own, as I slowly made my way to the front
offices, wondering all the while as I put one foot in front of the
other, what had I done to get my ass in trouble this time, or worse
still wondering if maybe mom or one of my sisters had gotten hurt or
something.

Just about at that moment, as I was going down the last couple of
hundred feet of hallway, some unseen premonition hit me  like a sledge
hammer in the forehead (which I felt down to my soul) with a certainty I
had never previously known before, that in some significant way my life
was about to change today!

Not knowing what the fuck to do at that point as I stood there like a
statue, I finally decided more from a lack of any other option that the
only way left to go for better or worse was forward!

So screwing up what was left of my courage I strode like a dead man
walking into the outer offices, and walked on up to the secretaries desk
at which point I then set down the bag of books on his desk, and
informed him I was reporting in, at which point he pointed to one of the
small almost windowless conference rooms at the far end of the office
spaces, and told me to go on in and close the door behind me and wait
for Vice Principle Banning,after which he ignored me like I had never
been there and went back to banging away on his computer!

Closing the door and setting down my books on the small conference
table, I saw only three old fashioned metal chairs to sit in, each with
the by now traditional tear in the too thin padded seats which had been
(I saw) over time patched with layers of cheap plastic sticky tape, that
just didn't quite manage to match the seats color and so made it seem
all the worse.

Seeing no wall clock I then glanced at my wrist watch and noted with
some concern that fourth period class had started (which pissed me off
slightly because I really liked shop class), and so at that point I was
just hoping that I would be getting out of here in time to at least
catch a bite of  lunch as I was near starving.

Gathering in and analyzing the few fact I had at this point I now knew
that at least nobody was sick or hurt, as they would have dealt with me
right off instead of sticking me in this hole to rot, so sitting there I
decided that somewhere along the line I must have fucked up, but where
and when and how was still a complete mystery to me!

So sitting there with nothing better to do (not that I could have done
anything just then as I was so nervous) than to stare out the small 5 x
17 inch arrow slit of a window in the door, it was then that I spotted
the kid I had seen earlier that morning in the restroom, who was I saw
immediately ushered into the principles office!

After about ten minutes (as my attention was just starting to wane) out
came (like a swarm of angry hornets) the Principle, who was closely
followed by the Vice Principle and then the kid (with Miss Kimono I was
surprised to see bringing up the rear) who I saw, as a group made
straight for the secretary, and after about a minute of very active
conversation ( which I couldn't hear word one, as it seems the room was
soundproofed), I then almost jumped out of my skin when the PA speaker
in the small room crackled to life and spat out the message in a volume
way to loud for the small room " Will Brenda Gladchuk immediately report
to the Principles office"!

After seeing the discomfort that poor bastard had put up with, I was
half expecting Brenda to be somekind of drop dead gorgeous cock teasing
bitch from hell, but instead about three or four minutes later in thru
the outer office doors walked this rather ordinary looking girl who was
dressed not in a supermodels duds but instead she as dressed in faded
jeans a heavy T-shirt and sneakers, that if I had (and probably had)
passed in the hallway, I without doubt wouldn't have given her a first
glance, never mind a second one!

For sure she wasn't a dog by anybody's definition, but at around five
foot two and one hundred and five pounds ( if that ) she wasn't no
amazon either, and since she had only what I considered to be average
looks, I didn't see what the motivation could have been for the poor
bastard, when the only two things that really stood out about her in my
mind was that she wore a rather unstylish pair of wire rimmed glasses
which for some reason I kinda liked, and that her face was covered in
freckles, which was framed nicely in her dirty blond page-boy style hair
cut, and which made her look like she should be doing commercials for
Ivory Soap I thought!

Anyway after about a minute of looking at the Principle (who was I saw
saying something to her) I noticed that she finally caught sight of the
boy (who was trying his best to try to hide behind the women and a large
plant just next to him) she had put the cock chastity on, and even from
where I sat I saw all the color suddenly drain from her face (which made
her face freckles even more pronounced), which was quickly replaced by a
clear look of worry, as the Principle apparently ordered her and
everyone else back into her office!

After about ten minutes of looking for them to come out, instead I saw a
sixty year old woman dressed in white, and who I recognized as being the
part time nurse (who was on duty here from 10 am to 3 pm) suddenly come
in thru the outer office door, and I noted as well that she was carrying
some kind of rolled up bundle in her hands.

Then about another fifteen minutes went by with nothing happening, and
then bang in walked this woman, who looked to be around a fit forty I
guessed, and who was as well, dressed in what I recognized as horse
riding attire, at which point the secretary who spotted her right off
got up out of his seat and let her into the Principles office.

Then after about two minutes (at most) she abruptly came back out along
with the boy (who I noticed she was saying something to) and the Nurse,
who as a group quickly headed out the office doors towards the parking
lot (I assumed) at which point I then noticed that the Vice Principle
had come out as well, and was headed this way.

After closing the door and taking a seat across from me the first thing
she asked me after the usual pleasantries was if I knew why I was here?

Telling her I hadn't clue one (which was a lie and the wrong thing to do
I knew as I saw in her face that she clearly saw thru me literally) she
then went on (after I then admitted I had some idea as to why I was
here) to tell me that because the boy I had seen in the restroom had
affected me, it was school policy that I had to be examined by a school
psychologist before I would be allowed to go back to class.

Sensing that I was starting to get nervous I then felt her put her hand
over my hand, which had been resting on top of the table at which point
she then said to me that everything would be all right as they had
contacted my mother to let her know what was going on, and that she had
then given her OK to have me looked over, and that she would be cutting
her trip to Newark short, and that she expected to be home sometime
tomorrow morning.

Miss Banning also said (after sensing my growing hunger as I had only
managed a light breakfast that morning) that she was calling in a order
to the cafeteria to send over a tray with a bit of lunch for me which
she said I could eat here, and that in about an hour, after she had
cleared up some work she would then let me use her office, which she
told me was much more comfortable, and which if I felt like I it could
do a little school work.

Going back over to the Principles office when she left me she once again
disappeared inside, and again I sat there on my ass doing nothing, only
now I knew I wasn't the one in the crosshairs (Yeah...Right and if you
believe that one I have a bridge in Brooklyn you maybe interested in)!

[ Meanwhile From a Different Perspective]

Just as I was pulling into the school parking lot the damned cell phone
rang, and as a result instead of searching for a closer spot I slid the
Buick into the first open slot I spotted, and after quickly killing the
engine I grabbed the damn thing and flipped it open.

Only to then be assailed by the voice of my inferior superior, who was
at that moment getting ready to go into a meeting, and it seems she was
wondering where the hell me and my report was on the Con-Air project?

So after taking precious minutes to explain to that fucking bimbo cunt
who I swore couldn't count to twelve unless she used her fingers toes
and tits, that I had given the folders and disks to Andrea (my
assistant), and I had dispatched her in my place because the school
called to tell me they needed to see me right now about my daughter!  

Which thankfully seemed to satisfy the whore to the point that she hung
up and let me be!

After slipping the now muted phone into my purse I got out of the car
and locked the door, and thanking god I wore low heels today headed on
in to see what was up!

The sight that greeted me as I stepped into Principle Hanshaws office
made me throw up my defenses right off, because seeing Bren slumped in
this overstuffed chair in the corner, looking about like she was going
to burst into tears at any second, and then looking at the grim faces of
the two middle aged women made me wonder what the fuck had happened
here!

So taking the initiative ( when in doubt) I turned on the Principle and
asked her why I had to be called out of a very important meeting, at
which point she reached down into one of her desk drawers and pulled out
this wrapped up object, and then set it on the top of her desk top
unwrapped it, to reveal the mangaled remains fo one of the chastity
devices I had locked away in a trunk in the attic years ago, which
turned my blood to icewater!

I got out What is that doing here? when Bren, who must have been under
tremendous pressure broke into tears and ran out the door, at which
point torn between running after her and needing an explanation, I
turned to the Vice Principle and asked her if she could please look
after my daughter while I talked to Mrs Hanshaw.which thankfully she
did.

So turning back to the her I then got an ear full, over the next twenty
five minues, on such topics like how they had to call in the nurse to
cut the damn thing off (when Bren coldn't produce/find the key), along
with the assesment that the boys mother wouldn't likely call the cops
(and file charges)because she said she knew her fairly well, and that
she had a reputation of wanting to keep bad things quiet!

But what really took the cake was when she mentioned the other boy,
which at first didn't bother me so much, until that is she told me that
he was the son of the Mayor,at which point the alarm bells went off in
my head, as I knew from bitter experience that when you messed with
people with power, they were likely to mess you up but good!

So not wanting to ask, but knowing I had to if for no other reason than
I loved my daughter, so I asked her opinion on the likely hood that she
(the boys mother) would cause trouble, and was simply told that it all
depended on the examination later today, which was to say the least not
what I wanted to hear!

To be continued...

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