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The New Head of St. Bartholomew's - Book 1
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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."

"I'll be up shortly to deliver the tape to you for safe keeping," she
concluded and hung up.

I collapsed back into my chair. What a job this was going to be.
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