Teacher in Charge

[sirparkuk]

Hi. This is the first installment of a new story. I still have one from ages ago I haven't finished - 'fraid writers' block has got the better of me for the moment. This is on a similar theme... but I know where this one is headed! Comments always welcome. Thanks!

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Andrew sat at his teacher’s desk, staring blankly out of the window into the darkening evening sky. Boredom and frustration welled up inside him as he thought of the stack of exam papers still to be marked. It wasn’t that he had anything better to do, other than returning to his empty house and eating alone. It was just that the monotony of this marking, the quietness of the deserted school and the dull ache in his stomach reminded him of how empty his life had become. He was too young, he thought to himself. Too young to be so engrossed in work that it left no time for anything else. At just 26 he had recently been promoted to his current senior position, but with it had come hours of admin and hours of extra marking. And that had signalled the end of his social life: the end of his on-off relationship with Rachel; and the end of his friendship with the group of lads he had known since leaving school himself.

It was time for a coffee break he decided, as he stretched out of the uncomfortable chair. He wandered out of his classroom and turned left into the corridor towards the staffroom. The school was deserted. He had his own set of keys to lock up, and as he walked he ran through the detailed instructions on how to use the complicated alarm system. His footsteps echoed ahead of him, the quiet all the more eerie in contrast to the usual hustle and bustle of these narrow corridors. Ahead of him he saw the lights of Emily Edward’s classroom still on.

“Silly girl,” he thought to himself. “She must have left the lights on.” Emily was the newest member of the English Department, a bright and enthusiastic teacher. Her petite figure and pretty face had made her an instant hit with the male students, not to mention the male contingent in the staff room. As he approached the room however, he saw a shadow move across the glass screen in the door. He was about to push open the door and tell his over-committed colleague to go home for the night, but as he approached and looked properly through the glass he held his arm back. Emily was not alone. He could see her, side on to him as he peered through the glass, and facing her stood another girl. She was clearly a student at the school – her black uniform jumper and knee length skirt told him that much. Her dark hair hung to shoulder length, but he could not see her face well enough to see who it was. What he could see took his breath away. This girl was holding Emily around her waist, as Emily stroked the girl’s brown hair from her face. Andrew took a half step back, enough to be able to see in, but hopefully not be seen himself. As he watched, Emily moved closer to the girl, and seemed to be learning forward to kiss her. Andrew’s heart beat heavily in his chest. He was watching a young teacher throwing away her career, but he couldn’t move his gaze from the scene unfolding, and the hardness he felt in his trousers gave away his soaring sense of anticipation.

The entwined pair moved together in a passionate embrace, the student’s hands beginning to move towards Emily’s breasts. It was at that moment that the light caught the young girl’s face, and Andrew recognised her immediately. It was Hannah – Hannah Morgan – from his senior class. Her hands moved more purposefully now, beginning to caress Emily’s breasts through her blouse, but as she did her eyes opened for a brief moment, and as she did, she caught sight of Andrew as he strained to see through the glass panel. She let out a squeak and quickly moved away from Emily. Andrew held his breath. What should he do? His mind raced through the options – walk away, pretend he was never there. But he knew he had been seen. Walk into the room… but then what? He was a senior teacher, and what he had seen had the most serious of consequences.

Andrew took a deep breath and pushed the door open purposefully.

[coolio5]

This is really good so far. cant wait for more!

[anonimousbob]

I like this, very well written and unlike many stories I can't be certain how it will end up

[Jarvis]

OOOhhhh! Anticipation! Great start! Please keep it going!

[starbucks95905]

Very good so far! You get +rep for this one.

[sirparkuk]

Thank you for the very positive comments. Here's the next installment, freshly written! Again, please let me know what you think. Thanks!

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Emily staggered backwards a step, running her hand through her already ruffled blonde hair roughly. Her face was flushed and as she spoke she picked up a pile of papers from her desk, shuffling them purposefully, trying desperately to look busy.

“Ah… Mr…. Phillips…. I was just… we were… I mean… going through some… work.”

“Miss. Edwards,” said Andrew firmly. He knew he had to handle this situation delicately, but he also knew he had to enforce his authority. He had to have time to think – how to limit the damage to Emily’s career, without risking his own. “I could see exactly what you were just doing, and I think we need to talk.”

Andrew looked at Hannah who was standing in silence, eyes fixed on Emily, searching for her next move. Her school tie was loose around her neck, and her blouse was un-tucked, but otherwise there was nothing to give away the events he had walked in on.

“But Sir.” She spoke suddenly, her face earnest and her eyes wide as she focused them on him. “But sir, Miss can’t get in trouble. It wasn’t her fault. We’re…. we’re in love. I stayed behind to see her – it was my choice. Please Sir, you can’t tell anyone.” Her eyes were filling with tears, but she spoke with a sure and certain voice.

Andrew turned to Emily, his colleague, and raised his eyebrows.

“In love, Miss. Edwards?” He raised an eyebrow and spoke to them both. “I’m sorry Hannah, but Miss. Edwards is in a position of authority - she is your teacher – and therefore she must take the blame. You would be best to go now. I’ll see you in my office in the morning.”

If there was a pause before Hannah’s reply, it was barely enough time for Andrew to draw breath.

“No.”

As she spoke it seemed to Andrew that her shoulders raised a little, and she stood taller than she had. It was a single word of defiance in stubborn defence of her teacher – her love, it seemed. “I’m not leaving Miss to take the blame. I won’t let her down.”

Andrew felt the threat to his authority as if it was a physical reality, and he knew his response now was of the utmost importance. If Hannah would not leave, he would have to call for help, have to start making this official. He had to get Emily to realise the situation she was in, to help him get rid of this teenage girl so they could talk openly.

“Miss Edwards,” he said slowly. “Hannah here claims to be in love with you, claims that the events I witnessed tonight were her fault, not yours. So tell me, are you in love? Do I need to start taking this further tonight?”

He looked at his colleague as he spoke, looked for the immediate reaction in her face, and what he saw was a pained uncertainty. He realised why of course – Emily knew what she should do – must do – but she was also desperate not to hurt Hannah’s feelings. She said nothing for a moment, caught in her embarrassment, fear and indecision. “Well?” he continued. “What do you say?”

“Hannah did tell me she was in love with me, yes,” she started, her eyes fixed on the dirty tiled floor at her feet. “But this isn’t her fault.”

“Yes it is,” Hannah interjected. “Miss,” she said, looking again at her teacher. “You can’t take the blame. I love you – I won’t let you.”

Andrew looked from one to the other – the pretty, blonde, early 20s teacher, and her young, earnest and undoubtedly beautiful student – and let himself remember what he had seen them begin to do. He couldn’t help his mind lingering for a moment on the scene, and on what might have happened had he not been spotted. He felt the familiar feeling as his cock beginning to harden at the thought, and despite his better judgement, a strange and tantalising idea began to emerge. Now that he had entertained it, he could think of little else, and in the quiet seconds that ticked as he looked from one to another, he felt his own heart begin to quicken.

“Well ladies,” he began. “We have a real problem don’t we? Neither of you is willing to let the other take the blame despite the very real trouble you are both in. So I wonder, if we shouldn’t see who is most determined to defend the other.”

Emily Edwards looked at her colleague, and raised her eyebrows in a look of desperation. Andrew could tell she was desperate to be able to talk to him alone, to try and talk him round, look for some way of escape. And he knew that if he kept them together she would never say what she really felt in fear of breaking Hannah’s heart. He was sure Emily had been caught in a moment of temptation, caught by the sudden advance of this young and pretty student. He was sure she was not “in love” with the 17 year old girl, but he had no idea how she would react when put to the test. “Well,” he thought to himself. “There is only one way to find out”.

[lil_ellia]

Now this is my kind of story! Keep writing - absolutely love it

[Trystaan]

This story is really good and has everything in it which should appeal to everyone. Its well punctuated and set out. I'm in anticipation of the next part.

+ rep

[sirparkuk]

Thank you all for your really kind comments and reps. This is a relatively short installment, leading up to where the fun really begins! The next part is nearly ready, so I will post it as soon as possible. As ever, comments and observations very welcome!
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Andrew held his stare for a minute longer to reinforce his authority over this moment – no-one but he had the power to draw the awkward silence to a close.

“So Hannah,” he began, his heart beating faster still. “You want to protect Miss. Edwards here – stop her from getting into trouble because of this …unfortunate situation?” He paused again, but not long enough to let the girl speak. “Because you know, of course, Miss. Edwards is in real trouble.” He let his gaze move across to his colleague, and saw her eyes light up again with the panic she was trying to hide. “If it was just my word,” Andrew continued deliberately, “I might be inclined to forget this, and hope you both learn from your mistake. But of course, the CCTV camera in the classroom will have caught it all.” Andrew nodded up to the corner of the classroom, where, sure enough, the small camera seemed to point right at them.

Andrew had no ideas whether the camera was on. In fact, he was fairly sure that the caretaker would have turned off the internal cameras a long time ago, but he certainly wasn’t going to share that information now. He caught Emily’s eye for a moment, and saw the rising panic of a caged animal move across her face. He knew the blow had hit. He knew this young teacher could feel the ground beneath her feet falling away from her – caught in the act of kissing one of her students. And worse - recorded on tape, physcial evidence against her. He held her eye as he spoke.

“So Miss. Edwards. Hannah here wants to take the blame on your behalf, but the question is, will you allow her to?” He could see Emily struggling to grasp what was happening here. She had, no doubt, become aware of Andrew’s subtle change of tone, of behaviour, but her ability to think clearly seemed to have left her. She stood silent, looking at Andrew, at the floor, at Hannah, and then at the brightly lit ceiling.

Andrew spoke now with a brisk and business-like tone. “Ok ladies. My office. Now.” Without speaking, both Emily and Hannah moved towards the door, and it struck Andrew how similar the two had become, despite the obvious difference in clothing and age. It seemed, for a moment, as if they were no longer teacher and student, but instead, simply two naughty girls, caught in the middle of their crime.

He followed them down the corridor towards his office, his mind racing, trying to plan his way through the images and ideas flooding his mind. Just as the two girls seemed to have lost their roles for the moment, so Andrew too had no sense of his position. He was acting on a much more primal instinct, one he had secretely dreamed of for years, but now seemed to have consumed him.

[starbucks95905]

Very good installment, I am really looking forward to the next!

[sirparkuk]

Ok - thanks again for the comments. Here is the next installment. I hope it works - do let me know!

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As Andrew walked into his office he shut, and locked, the door behind him. He turned to face the two girls. His colleague, Emily, stood by the edge of his desk, her arms limp by her side and her eyes trying to fix on anything other than Andrew. Her blonde shoulder length hair was tied back, and her loose cotton trousers and fitted blouse looked tired and creased after the long day. He could almost feel her embarrassment, her desperation to be anywhere other than stood here in his office.

Hannah stood by her side, and Andrew noticed the small movement as she tried to touch her teacher’s hand, a sign of reassurance, of solidarity; but Emily moved her hand away slightly, subtly spurning this touch of affection. As he cleared his throat, Andrew had a fleeting understanding that here, now, he was breaking all of the rules, but his mind had already taken him well across that line, and he knew he could not go back.

“So Hannah,” he said with quiet assertion. “You want to take the blame – make sure Miss. Edwards doesn’t suffer because of your secret liaison tonight?” He paused long enough to let the girl nod her head. Her black school uniform jumper emphasised her long dark hair, and despite its shapeless cut, could not hide her figure. The knee length skirt was, as was the fashion amongst the pupils at the moment, fitted tightly across her ass and slender thighs. She raised her head as she spoke.

“Sir. What’s going to happen to us? What are you going to do?”

“It’s a good question Hannah. I’m going to see how serious you are about what you’ve said about yourself and Miss. Edwards. I’m going to see if you really are prepared to take the punishment for Miss. Edward’s foolish behaviour and, as importantly, whether Miss. Edwards will let you.”

He glanced across at Emily as he spoke and caught the look of bewilderment and growing alarm in her eyes. He saw her about to respond, but spoke himself quickly.

“You see Hannah, if you are prepared to show me you mean what you say, then perhaps we can leave this here, tonight. Destroy the tape and say nothing of it to anyone else.”

Again, he glanced at Emily, and this time noticed the slight change in body language, this note of hope registering tangibly in her expression. Hannah nodded.

“Yes Sir. I’ll do it. Whatever – just as you said – I don’t want Miss to get in trouble.”

“Good,” Andrew replied. “Very good. Then you must take the punishment, and to do that you must remove your uniform.”

He was not looking directly at Emily as he spoke, but even so, he could feel her recoil, and hear her sharp intake of breath. “Andrew,” she almost whispered, using his first name for the first time that evening. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh I am,” Andrew replied, keeping his eyes still fixed on the silent Hannah. “Hannah here came to seduce you tonight – at least that’s what she seems to be suggesting. So her punishment, on your behalf, must fit her crime.”

Hannah lifted her head slowly but definitely. “It’s ok Miss,” she said quietly. “I’ll do it.” And without another word, she lifted her black jumper over her head, pulling her long black hair with it. She threw the jumper onto the desk next to where she stood, and ran her hand through her now ruffled hair. Her hands moved to the clasp on the back of her skirt, and Andrew saw, for the first time, how much her hands were shaking,. She struggled to open the clasp, but suddenly manoeuvred it into position, and releasing the tension from the waist band, slid the skirt to her ankles. She kept her eyes lowered, but Andrew concentrated on her face, her hair partially covering it as it fell messily about her. She was beautiful, and the vulnerability and freshness of her expression, indefinable, yet unmistakeable made her quite irresistible. Hannah slowly raised her eyes first to Emily, and then to Andrew.

“Well done Hannah.” He spoke calmly, although his heart was racing within him. “And now the rest of your uniform please.”

Emily stood like a statue just within Andrew’s peripheral vision. He thought of what must have been going through her mind – the chance of escape, but the reality of what was happening here, in front of her.

Hannah pulled at the thinner end of her tie, and loosening the knot, pulled the length of material from around her neck. Her fingers, still shaking, moved to the front of her white shirt, where she started to undo each button in turn, working from the bottom up. As she reached the final button she looked once more at Andrew, hoping perhaps for a reprieve, but he simply nodded at her, and she slid the shirt over her delicate shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Andrew looked at her, standing in her delicate black silk bra and panties – chosen, no doubt, with Miss. Edwards in mind – and smiled.

[starbucks95905]

Great installment! I am really liking the story so far!

[Rustic Ratchet]

yeah, it's a pretty interesting story dude.

[the_boy]

good story, it is well written an punctuated, and the spelling is very refreshing.
thank you for a good story will give rep

[Coyote]

please continue it is a good story