School Master

[Tuomas]

Like a good author, I will start out with acknowldegements and thanks to Lucien's inspiration ...
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Although James Thomas was young, he was a very responsible and dedicated Master -or, as the Americans call them, Teacher. He knew his subject was boring to his pupils, but he tried to capture their interest as best he could. But, some people just did not get math. Like that dratted Emily girl.

She always seemed to have her head in the clouds. Not that she wasn't smart, but she just didn't apply herself. And those scandalously short skirts she always wore ensured that quite a lot of the other students didn't pay much atention, either. To make matters worse, she acompanied her outfit with the most form-revealing jumpers and kept her blouse unbutton. Oh, she always had a good excuse for the latter, but it was most unbecoming.

So unbecoming, in fact, that Master Thomas spent quite a lot of time thinking about her, and her scant dresses. He was a rather handsome man; well-dressed and articulate. Certainly there must have been several girls who dreamt about his soft blonde hair and green eyes.

During the last session of the day, Thomas decided something had to be done. He was touring the class, lecturing on the Fourier series, when he noticed that young Emily girl had her hand up her skirt! And her legs were wide open so he could see the soft white panties she wore, and how her finger slipped over and over the fabric, almost beconing him to come. And she had the most delightful thighs, gliding up to dissapear into the folds...

James Thomas shook himself, and tried to continue with his lesson. But, his eyes kept being dragged back to the girl's glistening panties. Fortunately, class was over a few minutes later, so he could compose himself sitting at his desk. As the last few students filed out, he saw Emily with them. What to do with the girl, he had no idea, but something had to be done.

"Emily!" he called out, "A word, if you please." He used his warning tone, the tone he used when someone was being bad...

 

[Luciden]

"Emily!" Emily blushed softly and returned to Mr. Thomas's desk, she could tell just from his tone that she was in trouble, but tried to act innocent,

"Yes Mister Thomas?" she smoothed out her short skirt and looked up at him.

 

[Tuomas]

"Emily," he began sternly, "I have noticed you are not paying enough atention in class. Given your academic standing, you can ill afford a lapse in your concentration..." his mind was talking on it's own, because all that was entering his conciousness was the closeness of the girl, her strawberry blonde hair shining in the sunlight, the smell that eminated from her body ... the curves of her hips, and the breasts that peeked from behind her blouse. He longed to reach out and feel her skin, take her body; and his inability to do so only made him angry.

"However, there is something even more grevious." He cleared his throat. "In regards to your attire and comportment in class." He faltered a second, but the image of her touching herself brough full force back to his voice, "Quite frankly, it is very indecient the way you handle yourself- I mean, the way you dress!" To cover himself, he continued quickly, "Our school is founded on principles, and those who flaunted them until quite reciently were spanked for their transgressions. What you are doing is very serious."

 

[Luciden]

Mel squirmed uncomfortably,
"I'm sorry! Please don't spank me!" she moved away a little and tugged at her clothes, trying to cover up a little more to look a little more modest and avoid punishment. "And.. is there anything I can do to raise my grades a little? Please?"