[Fiction] Immoral Teaching

[fullofsecrets]

Keep your head down, move quickly, and keep quiet. Those are the rules. You know them; follow them and you'll make it to your room in just a few minutes. Follow those rules and no one will notice you, Heather thought.

It was late, about five minutes past midnight. The hall ways of the school were dark; Heather had a small flashlight helping her to see. She wouldn't have even been out that late if it wasn't for her stomach; it had gotten sour and she went down to the second floor for some saltines. It was a bad decision to leave her room after the ten o'clock curfew, but she was in too much pain. If someone found her wandering about the hallways at this time of night she would be reported and immediately taken to the Head Masters office for strict, cruel, and unusual punishment without any hesitation.

Your stupid, she told herself. If you get caught you'll be punished. Didn't you hear about what happened to the last girl who was found out after curfew?


She got to her room and quickly shut the door. She leaned against the door as it closed, her back to it, and let out a sigh. She was safe for tonight.

Heather got into her pajamas and laid down on the bed. Tired, but unable to fall asleep, she just stared blankly up at the ceiling. One more year, one more year and I'll be free to leave this terrible place where my dreams are kept as dirty little secrets that have to be swept under the rug.


She reached over the night stand for her cell phone, but hesitated and pulls away. You can't call him tonight, she reminded herself. He could get into trouble if his roommate hears, and so could you for that matter.


She finally fell asleep around 2am but only found herself being woken up at 6am by her dreadfully annoying alarm clock. She was supposed to meet Jack in the locker room to get some time together.

In school dating was against the rules. If anyone found out about Heather and Jack's love affair Heather would get into trouble. Jack would get in trouble too, but only a detention. Heather would be taken into the Head Master's office where she'd be violated, punished, abused, and used until the message sunk in that she was to behave by school rules. That's why Heather's father had sent her to this school in the first place. They raise and teach girls to turn into well behaved submissive women in society. Not the type of school that was broadcasted, but her father had heard about it from a friend whose wife had gone there as a teen.

Heather got up and got dressed in her uniform. It was a white button-up short sleeve top with a black and grey vest paired with a black mini skirt. "Its meant to appeal to the men of this academy," is what the office secretary had told her when she was given the uniform.

She quickly rushed downstairs to the first floor, trying not to be late. When she got to the locker room the door was propped open for her with a shoe. She slowly entered and Jack was sitting on the floor against the lockers. He looked at her and smiled.

"Two minutes late, Heather. What'd you do now? Trip on the rug in your room?" he asked, making fun of her for her clumsiness.

"Shh, someone may hear us," Heather whispered.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to him and slid his hand between her legs. "Have you missed me?" he questioned as she let out a slight whimper.

"You know I have, I hate sleeping alone at night."

He started to rub slowly, shushing her every few minutes to remind her to be quiet. "Will you today, baby?"

"No," she said pushing away from him. "Jack, that's gross. You know I don't do that."

"I know you don't, but I wish you'd try. You never know, you might like it." He walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her and she frowned. He smiled. "Oh, quit pouting. You know how much I love you. I wont force you to."

She couldn't help but smile. "I know. I love you too; I just hate that we have to hide. I want to be with you so badly."

"Don't you know what they'd make me do to you if they found out about us here?" he asked. "They...... they'd make me use you, make me try to train you into something that isn't right. I could never hurt you like that. I'd rather die."

"I know, I can wait. I just don't want to."

The morning bell rang and Heather kissed Jack and ran out of the locker room and got in line for breakfast. As Jack passed her in the hallway he did not glance at her. There was no sign of recognition of who she was to him; there couldn't be, because if there was they wouldn't be allowed to love one another any longer.