Britwitch
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Josephine Black was a young teacher, only 24, new enough to the profession to still have a real sense of enthusiasm and determination to help every pupil in her care to the best of her ability, a youthful sense of right and wrong. In every classroom hung a birch cane against the wall, a reminder of the use of corporal punishment in the school's earlier years. Some of the older teachers still used it, Josephine hated to even look at it, let alone even think about using it.
She was also the youngest teacher at the all boys private school by about 20 years, and the only female. With long dark brown hair rolling in waves down her back, bright blue eyes amidst a freckled face making her seem even younger when compared to her colleagues. Her figure, however, left no doubt that she was a grown woman. Narrow waisted, with rounded hips and a round behind, a more than generous chest, usually concealed behind fitted blouses and beneath summer dresses. Although she didn't realise the enjoyment she gave some of her older pupils when she bent over their desks revealing the tip of her cleavage, or when she leant over their shoulder, brushing their arms with her chest. All of it innocent and accidental. She had noticed that she was the newest in a long line of young female teachers who'd been at the school and who all seemed to leave after only a year of working there. The wages were excellent and she lived in the teacher's wing of the large school so she could see no reason why they would leave.
Tonight was her first parent's evening at the school, meeting parents of the older boys that she taught. She had found it slightly odd that all of the names on her list were of the boy's fathers. None of the mothers seemed to be coming at all, not to see her anyway. She'd queried it with the school's office only to be told, with a smirk by the young man who worked there, that most of the fathers had been students at the school themselves and so felt better 'qualified' to attend the meetings.
Little did she know that there were certain 'traditions' going back through the school's history involving these 'old boys' or previous pupils and new female members of staff...the 'old boys' had suffered degrading punishments when they were pupils to help them grow into the men they now were, most in positions of high authority with high wages to match...the 'traditions' allowed them to get a little of their own back and use their own methods of degradation and punishment, usually sexual in nature, upon new female members of staff...who would then be used by the oldest pupils towards the end of their final year...as a reward for their studies...
Glancing up at the clock on the wall, it was nearly time for her first meeting to begin. Josephine adjusted her tight fitting white blouse and her knee length skirt, she then straightened her hair behind her ears as she waited for her first parent to arrive...
(OOC: looking for some fathers to attend these meetings...
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She was also the youngest teacher at the all boys private school by about 20 years, and the only female. With long dark brown hair rolling in waves down her back, bright blue eyes amidst a freckled face making her seem even younger when compared to her colleagues. Her figure, however, left no doubt that she was a grown woman. Narrow waisted, with rounded hips and a round behind, a more than generous chest, usually concealed behind fitted blouses and beneath summer dresses. Although she didn't realise the enjoyment she gave some of her older pupils when she bent over their desks revealing the tip of her cleavage, or when she leant over their shoulder, brushing their arms with her chest. All of it innocent and accidental. She had noticed that she was the newest in a long line of young female teachers who'd been at the school and who all seemed to leave after only a year of working there. The wages were excellent and she lived in the teacher's wing of the large school so she could see no reason why they would leave.
Tonight was her first parent's evening at the school, meeting parents of the older boys that she taught. She had found it slightly odd that all of the names on her list were of the boy's fathers. None of the mothers seemed to be coming at all, not to see her anyway. She'd queried it with the school's office only to be told, with a smirk by the young man who worked there, that most of the fathers had been students at the school themselves and so felt better 'qualified' to attend the meetings.
Little did she know that there were certain 'traditions' going back through the school's history involving these 'old boys' or previous pupils and new female members of staff...the 'old boys' had suffered degrading punishments when they were pupils to help them grow into the men they now were, most in positions of high authority with high wages to match...the 'traditions' allowed them to get a little of their own back and use their own methods of degradation and punishment, usually sexual in nature, upon new female members of staff...who would then be used by the oldest pupils towards the end of their final year...as a reward for their studies...
Glancing up at the clock on the wall, it was nearly time for her first meeting to begin. Josephine adjusted her tight fitting white blouse and her knee length skirt, she then straightened her hair behind her ears as she waited for her first parent to arrive...
(OOC: looking for some fathers to attend these meetings...
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