Obviously, the idea that physical contact between schoolmasters and the poor innocent girls in their charge is a BAD THING is absolutely correct, and quite rightly enshrined in law these days.
That in itself creates entirely different opportunities for perverted thought. Several of my stories revolve around a teacher having to punish his favourite girl (bright, sassy, attractive, a prefect, destined for one of the great universities, requiring private tuition, and so on). The feelings are mutual – the girl respecting, adoring her wise mentor.
But, of course, in a story set in a boarding school of 2006, there could be no corporal punishment. And the relationship would be purely platonic: their deep feelings left unspoken.
Until (if you were having kinky dreams, as I did last night) the final day of the final term of the girl’s school career. It’s after final assembly. Our young lady heads for her favourite teacher’s study to express her heartfelt thanks and say her goodbyes before heading to the railway station.
They stand opposite each other, electricity crackling in the air between them, so many unspoken words leaping through their minds. He tells her to stand up straight: “Just because you’re no longer a pupil here doesn’t mean you can slouch.”
“No, sir.”
He walks around her, inspecting her, and then stands close before her. “As you’ve left the school. you shouldn’t be wearing your uniform.”
I’ll leave the rest to your perverted imaginations…
Hmmm… now my imagination is running wild and me with Dante still asleep and the house to myself and pretty much supposed to be in bed resting… what’s a poor Tiggs to do?
Great story! Hey, about Clare, don’t ya just love her? She’s one of my best finds this month! I can’t get enough of her… oh, and she LOVES chocolate… just wave a piece in front of her and watch out!
Thanks for stopping by ASGT and I really do hope you two consider trying to find the time to send me a couple fantasies (or one co-written) and maybe some pics for the wankable game…
Big Tiggry hugs to you both,
Tiggs
OK, readers: “what’s Tiggs to do”? Suggestions welcome.
Oh, no, hold on, maybe not 😉 I know what a bunch of pervs you lot are. (And I say that in the nicest possible way.)
(Great to see you hear again, and we’ll try and send you something when we have time amidst posting here, writing stories – oh, and r/l things like work!!!!!)
Now how did you know I already had a fantasy spinning from that ?
Happy Sunday !
Sincerely,
Anne Elizabeth
LOL because, Anne Elizabeth, we suspect that a fair few readers here have minds that work along quite similar lines to our own!!!!!!!
No arguments there Abel…. and great minds we all have too!
Hmm. Well. That’s going to keep me occupied and distracted from all productivity for, like, days.
Hmmm,
Its not nice to tease.
I am short on imagination these days.
More please.
Mmmm, yum. Just what I need to cheer me up on a Monday morning
Oh, the guilt, distracting Lauren (really nice to see you out from under the blanket again!!) and teasing Lo (great to see you here, too)! Still, Pandora (hiya
)was cheered up…!
I’m wondering how the young lady would react when he reached out and undid her tie… Would she look demurely to the ground? Look him boldly in the eye? Would she start thinking back to comments in past tutorials: allusions to the way in which he *might* have helped her with her studies…?
at first i thought she would definitely look him boldly in the eye… but then the demurely downcast eyes seem awfully appealing as well. which would be more likely to earn her the first swat?
either way, i’m swooning.