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Some of the participants in the story may be under the
age of 18. If you are too young to read about sex
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The Great Adventure Girl's Academy

Chapter IX


The big dyke called me into her office. Once I was
seated she gave me one of those looks. Like the look a
surgeon gets right before he tells you about the
amputation of your leg. "Marc, as you know, gossip
around here is endemic. I think it's because there is
so little to do that people amuse themselves with it.
But sometimes, things come to my attention that I
can't ignore. I have to think of the good of the
Academy."

I leaned back and said, "Grace, I have to agree." Now
you have to know that no one called the Big Dyke by
her first name. I had just staked out a position of
equality and she knew it. Her eyes widened for a
second and then they narrowed and assumed an intense,
dangerous look. I continued, "I think it is in
everyone's best interests that certain gossip is
suppressed and other gossip just be ignored. You know
I'm sure that some gossip hangs around, year after
year, until it virtually becomes part of the fabric of
the Academy, kind of like the walls themselves.
Everyone knows it's there but you don't really notice
it."

I had raised the ante. Would she be willing to match
it? "There are certain things that can be ignored and
others that can't. What we can't have is certain
things being talked about," she said levelly. "And
certain things being done."

I leaned forward and spoke in a conspiratorial tone.
"I know. The worst thing that could happen is to have
an investigation come here." Then I pulled the big
gun. I was sure that the girls in the dyke dorm had
known little Lauren had walked the other side and the
big dyke was mad. But she didn't know what I knew.
"The danger is someone who has learned facts from one
of the girls going to an investigator. Someone like a
disgruntled former employee. A former employee who
doesn't have anything to lose anymore. That's the
danger. You know how those things work. They have a
report about one girl. Maybe one of the brand new
girls, the young ones might not know when to hold
their tongues. The investigators come in, use their
knowledge to wring a few confessions, playing one girl
against the others, before you know it, the whole
thing takes on a life of its own. Everybody is telling
things. That's what we can't take a chance of
happening."

Miss Halliday leaned back in her chair and stared at
me. She was getting it. She was in danger. I knew
about Susie. The Dyke couldn't take a chance with that
getting beyond the walls - her having sex with a
thirteen-year-old.

"Neither of us has to worry about gossip. It's facts
that we have to worry about. As long as it is nothing
but gossip, it will just be ephemeral, just like it
has been for years." I looked at her and waited. 

"But what if someone else..." she asked.

"Grace, that has been a possibility for years and
nothing has happened. Nobody wants to close the
Academy. Well, maybe the girls, but they are here for
being liars, thieves and sluts anyway so who's going
to believe them. We have a great thing here and no one
wants to upset the apple cart. We'd all lose," I
finished.

She was quiet for a minute. Would she want to take the
bait? Would she believe I would go to the authorities
if she fired me? Would she agree to let me have my
girls? She could have all of the little dykettes and I
could handle the girls who wanted to walk the other
side of the street. "It would be important that
certain boundaries not be crossed," she said. In other
words, keep your filthy male hands off my dykes. I
don't want to eat used pussy.

"I agree completely," I said smiling. I conceded to
ease the sting of defeat. It had to hard for the big
dyke who had always run the place as a medieval fief.
"I will be more careful in the future. I certainly
don't want to upset the apple cart either." I'll leave
the dykettes to you.

She said, "Marc, I'm glad we had this talk. Gossip can
be ignored as long as we know there isn't any factual
information behind it."

"Absolutely. It is in all of our interests to make
sure that is true. I'll support you 100 percent. Is
there anything else I can do, Grace?" Just so she knew
I hadn't missed the equality inherent in the new
situation.

"No Marc. You have done enough I think," she said. "I
am left with a problem. It appears that Lauren Miller
wants to return to the regular dorms."

Oops. "My fault. It won't happen again. As to the
current problem, you could punish her and then expel
her to the regular dorm. If you are expelling her it
would change the nature of the situation."

She nodded. That was much better. It saved face for
everyone. She hit a button on her desk, "Bobbi, would
you please send Lauren Miller to my office." She got
up and went over to the wall where she had some riding
gear. The Academy had a few horses and Halliday liked
to ride in the morning. She pulled a riding crop off
the wall and slapped it against her hand.

The door opened and Lauren appeared. She saw me and
she knew she was in for it. "You wanted me Miss
Halliday?"

The dyke looked at me and said, "Mr. Anderson?"

I understood what she's intending now. She is going to
punish me by cutting me off from Lauren. Halliday
walked over to an overstuffed leather couch and
motioned to Lauren. Poor Lauren walked toward Halliday
dread starting to fill her features. "Take her hands
and bend her over," she said to me.

I reached out and looked at Lauren. She stood still.
"Please," I said. She finally gave me her hands and I
led her to the couch and helped her lay over it, her
ass high in the air. Halliday walked up and grabbed
her skirt throwing it over her back. Roughly, she
pulled her panties down to her knees.

Halliday's face grew into an evil smirk as she swung
once. It was a startling contrast - Grace dressed in
her elegant gray suit and pink blouse but a face full
of uncivilized anger. Lauren cried out as I held her
hands tightly. Again and again the riding crop
whistled as Lauren's cries turn to racking sobs.
Finally the dyke stopped. She was breathing heavily
and not from the exertion. "Do you still wish to leave
the Admin dorm?" 

In between sobs Lauren gasped out, "Yes." The dyke
looked at me and her face changed. I don't think until
that point she really thought she had lost. Tears
formed in her eyes and she threw the riding crop
against the wall, turned and practically ran out. 

I helped Lauren over to the couch and tried to comfort
her. After she had cried herself out I said, "How are
you doing?"

"Why did you help her?" she asked.

"I had no choice. She was punishing me as well as
you." Lauren looked confused. She was the one who got
her ass whipped. "She was trying to drive a wedge
between us. She wanted you back and wanted you to
blame me for the punishment. Believe it or not, you
won. I know it hurts but you beat the Big Dyke. When
she left she was crying."

Lauren wiped away a last tear. "She was crying?" I
nodded. "I just hope I don't have to win like that
again." 

"I hope you don't either," I said. I kissed the tears
on her cheeks and she started to laugh a little. "You
know you're probably going to get cafeteria duty as
well."

Glumly, "I know."

"C'mon, let's go see what Bobbi has in store," I said.
Lauren stopped and gingerly put on her panties and
then followed me out. 

I stopped by Bobbi's desk with Lauren. Bobbi eyed me,
this is my business, but I stood my ground. I had
gotten the girl in trouble. I needed to do what I
could.

Bobbi looked at Lauren. "Miss Halliday asked me to
arrange your transfer to the junior dorm." Lauren
nodded. Bobbi consulted a register and said, "Room
214. Please get your belongings moved today. As for
duties..." Her hand went down the list and stopped at
cafeteria. She looked up. I caught her eye and shook
my head ever so slightly. Having someone intrude into
her realm was so unusual I think it rattled her.
Duties had always been her unchallenged bailiwick.
What the hell had happened in Halliday's office, she
wondered. Unsure, she continued down the list. "I have
an opening for library attendant. It is more hours but
you are allowed, duties permitting, to do homework so
it does work out."

Library was a plum job. The student had to dust and
clean once a day and check out and file books. But
they got to sit around most of the time and do
homework freeing up time later. Lauren smiled, "I'd
love to do that."

"It's settled then. You start tomorrow. Get your
things moved," she said.

I followed Lauren out. "Thanks," she said.

"Least I could do. I'm sorry that the Dyke whipped
you. But you did win. Better go get your stuff moved."

She nodded and ran off.




	
		
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