Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room
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				Title: <strong>Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 07:02:01</strong>
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				This is a general meeting place fo the teacher, headmaster, deputy headmistress, and contractors of the school.&nbsp; Occasionally they will conduct large group lesson's here.<br><br><strong>Campus location's</strong><br>&nbsp;Character thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87856.0)<br>&nbsp;OOC thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87211.0)<br>&nbsp;Campus grounds (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87202.0)<br>&nbsp;Dorm room 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87204.0)<br>&nbsp;Dorm room 2 &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87205.0)<br>&nbsp;Dorm room 3 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87267.0)<br>&nbsp;Dorm room 4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87575.msg3842680#msg3842680)<br>&nbsp;Dorm room 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87867.msg3853010#new)<br>&nbsp;Staff Room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87210.0)<br>&nbsp;Head Masters Office &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87206.0)<br>&nbsp;Mademoiselle Pris Du Pain, french class &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87208.0)<br>&nbsp;Richard Simon, histroy class (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87209.0)<br>&nbsp;Andrew Simon, English class &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88084.0)<br>&nbsp;Mr. Mercer's classroom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87444.0)<br>&nbsp;Violet Granger's, Home Studies Classroom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87697.0)<br>&nbsp;Davis Reginald Drummond,&nbsp; Philosophy, Sociology classroom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87699.0)<br>&nbsp;Nicholas Radford, art class room &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=87862.0)<br>&nbsp;Big Jim Rothchilde, Drama classroom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89075.0)<br>&nbsp;Scott Hamper's custodial Quarters (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88085.0)<br>
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 01:44:30</strong>
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				Richard moved into the Staff Room, a smirk on his face. He was wearing slacks and a button down shirt, his toned body freshly groomed for the start of a new day. He wore a blue tie to complete the outfit. He moved over into the kitchen area to start a fresh brew of coffee. He was eager to get the day started and see what students would be under his tutelage to start off.
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 13:38:36</strong>
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				Mademoiselle Du Pain checked her appearence one last time in the mirror of her wardrobe. Her full lips, glossed dark red, curled up into a grin as she admired herself. <em>"Tres chic" </em> she thought to herself and suppressed a giggle. She was dressed in a white silk blouse and tight black skirt, the silk blouse so thin that the dark circles of her areolea could be seen through the material and the hardened nipples were eyecatching. The skirt was slitted almost to her hip on one side and each time she took a step a glimpse of thigh was exposed revealing that the young Frenchwoman wore black stockings and suspenders. Stilletto heeled ankleboots rounded off her ensemble.<br><br>Paris picked up her briefcase containing her teaching aids. Inside was also a freshly cut birch rod, stripped of bark just this morning. She had wandered the campus grounds previously, locating birch and hazel trees suitable for harvesting switches. St Catherines was her first teaching assignment after graduating from the Sorbonne and after three years training as a submissive she was eager to put the knowledge she had acquired in the art to good use. The prospect of using her insight into submission in a more dominant role and particularly having the St Catherines girls bare their bottoms for corporal punishment as she had so often had to endure.<br><br>The French teacher strode down the corridor from the teachers accomodation, her heels clicking on the polished wooden floor. As she had been drilled in the Sorbonne she held herself straight, her hips swaying in an exagerated fashion that made her tight little ass wiggle enticingly beneath the glossy black skirt. Her perky little breasts, unconstrained by a bra bounced in time with her steps.<br><br>Reaching the staff room she repressed the urge to knock before entering, reminding herself that she no longer needed permission to enter teachers lounges and that the tingle of guilty anticipation was merely a hold over emotion from the time at the Universitie de Bondage when a summons to the teachers lounge invariably meant that she would soon be bent over with her bottom bared for punishment for some minor misdemenor.<br><br>Inside the lounge another teacher was already waiting, the man in his early thirties brewing coffee. Paris gave the man a wide smile and flicked her head to move her fringe of perfectly coiffed raven hair.<br><br>"Bonjour, mon amis." Paris greeted the man, her accent obvious despite her grasp of English. "I am Mademoiselle Du Pain. Call me Paris, sil vous plait."<br><br>She held out her hand to shake in greeting.
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 14:16:42</strong>
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				Pete Mercer turned the door knob and entered the staff room. He was pretty early so it was a surprise to see that two people were already there. One of them was Richard Simon. Even though Richard had been there for a while now, Pete still thought of him as a youngster. And to his 61 years of age, a 32-year old was barely a spring chicken. He nodded a silent hello to Richard and then turned his attention to the other staff member already in attendance.<br><br>Miss Du Pain, the French little firecracker. There was always something deliciously naughty about her, a teasing nature that came natural and things weren't helped by her sexy little accent. Pete had been all too aware from early on that Du Pain was one of those women who was keenly aware of the effect she had on men's minds - and other parts of their anatomy - and used that to full effect. Part of Pete had always wanted to bend the snooty little Frog over his desk and make her scream until her voice was raw. But even though Saint Catherine's was very, very liberal when it came to on-campus sexcapades, it would have been unacceptable even in that environment for him to just take advantage of another faculty member. <br><br><em>A damn shame</em>, he thought, as his gaze lingered on her firm and nicely shaped buttocks. He passed her by on his way to the coffee machine and couldn't resist slapping her right ass cheek. He winked teasingly as it - obviously - attracted her attention. <strong>"Good morning to you, miss Du Pain." </strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 16:30:41</strong>
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				Paris was caught totally unawares by the physics teacher Pete Mercer. She hadn't heard him enter the staff room behind her and the first she knew of his presence was when of his hard palms impacted on her pertly rounded buttock. The Frenchwoman jumped in a mixture of surprise and pain. Pete, despite his advancing years was still a muscular and fit man and the smack to her behind was delivered with practiced accuracy. Paris let out a girlish high pitched squeal of shock and indignation as Pete strode past her with a cheeky wink.<br><br><strong>"Good morning to you, miss Du Pain."</strong> Mr Mercer said, his voice tinged with amusement.<br><br>Paris felt her cheeks grow hot, both those of her face and those clad in her tight satin skirt. She knew she must be blushing furiously. From what little she had learned of Pete Mercer in the short time she had been at the school preparing for the new position she realised that remonstrating with the brawny teacher would be counter productive and it was best to accept his tactile greeting with as much good grace as she could muster. The physics teacher in truth intimidated her, she'd noticed his eyes following her tight little ass around as she walked and she suspected that Pete would surely love to have her bent over and administer a more thorough spanking.<br><br><strong>"Bonjour Monsieur Mercer."</strong> Paris answered, refraining from making any complaint about the sting slap to her rump. <strong>"A beautiful morning, no? I am eager to meet the new girls. Do you know if they have arrived?"</strong><br><br>Mlle Du Pain dropped her hand to her bottom and rubbed unconsciously at the hurt to her behind, the stinging as always after her training at the Sorbonne firmly associated pain with sexual pleasure, making her feel aroused. Her nipples, already quite erect hardened further, the thin white silk of her blouse tenting over the stiff nubbins visibly.<br><br><strong>"Is there a coffee for me?"</strong> She asked Mr Simon. <strong>"I take it strong and black."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 16:52:20</strong>
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				Pete eyed Du Pain with an amused glint in his eyes. Her cheeks had colored a deep red and she tried to brush off his shameless spank as if nothing had happened. When she rubbed her sore buttocks, he felt himself hardening in his pants. Fuck, the little French slut was just asking for it!&nbsp; He shook his head and tried to forget about his arousal, or at least reserve it for another time and place. A genuine and sardonic smile adorned his lips when she mentioned the new girls. Perhaps he could put that hard-on miss Du Pain had just induced to good use once it was time to break in the newbies. <br><br><strong>“Aah yes… The new girls… It’s always a special time of the year… You can almost smell the excitement in the air.”</strong> He nodded at the sexy little Frenchwoman.<strong> “I believe they have indeed arrived already.”</strong> He folded his arms underneath his chest.<strong> “Those little tarts seem to become more shameless and brazen with each passing year. If it wasn’t for a fine institution like Saint-Catherine’s, they’d likely be lost forever. We’re really doing a favor to society with our work here.” </strong><br><br>Dr. Mercer took special pleasure in making the girls eager for cock. With some it took a lot longer than with others, but he did not mind. If he was honest enough with himself, he would admit that he slightly preferred the ones who resisted a bit more at first… He turned his gaze back to miss Du Pain and this time her proudly erect nipples distracted him. They were pushing out of her silk blouse like twin towers atop neighboring hills. He shamelessly stared at them long enough for her to realize what he was doing before finally pouring himself a cup of coffee.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 16:53:53</strong>
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				Richard smiled at the French teacher and then looked over at Mr. Mercer. That dirty old man always creeped Richard out. He didn't want to even picture the man being naked! "Good morning to you both." He responds, pouring himself a cup of coffee before gesturing to them to pour there own as they saw fit. He didn't believe in decaf coffee (what was the point?) so had not made a kettle of it.<br><br>"I am actually quite anxious about the new flock of students. I am not sure how they will respond to our...classes but we must uphold the tradition of the school." He shrugs his shoulders. "Either way, it shall be a very fun year."
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 18:38:07</strong>
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				Mlle Du Pain listened closely as Dr Mercer lamented the declining standards of the youth. She herself disagreed with his observation, but his view was common amongst persons of middle age and beyond. Since she was almost a third of the physics teacher's age and only a handful of years older than the new students, Pete would probably view her as no different to the new girls. Knowing that the older man probably considered her as a brazen little French tart caused mixed emotions in the petite Gallic teacher. There was a certain amount of affront at being condescended to, but also the realisation that many of the girls Dr Mercer had trained would be far older than her by now. Only chance had made them meet as fellow teachers rather than Paris being under Pete's supervision. The unwanted image of herself bent across a desk as the powerfull man spanked her bottom and forced her to fellate him appeared in her mind.<br><br>Dr Mercer had finished expounding his views on the deteriorating morals of young women and Paris noticed that his gaze had fallen to her chest. She could tell without looking from the dull throbbing and the rub of silk on sensitive skin that her nipples were rock hard and pressing against her blouse. She grinned to herself, her gaze flicking swiftly to Pete's crotch and back up to meet his gaze. The man's erection was bulging the front of his trousers quite impressively. Paris felt a warm glow of mild revenge for her slapped bottom that her looks had caused the stiff cock that Pete would be forced to walk out with.<br><br><strong>"Oui, it must be so hard for you."</strong> Paris sympathised with a grin at her double entendre. <strong>"Hopefully the insight I bring as one who has been schooled much as we are to teach these girls will be of some help, no?"</strong><br><br>Paris poured herself a cup of coffee as Richard joined the conversation, displaying a more upbeat outlook on the new students and seemingly enthusiastic about his teaching role. Du Pain crossed to a comfortable lounge chair and took a seat, crossing her slender legs so that the slit in her skirt opened to reveal the lacy band of her stocking top and the taut strap of garter. She popped open her briefcase and pulled out the freshly cut birch switch. Still soft and pliable the two foot cane gleamed white with it's bark stripped off.<br><br><strong>"I had a walk around the school grounds yesterday evening."</strong> She informed her fellow teachers. <strong>"I found there were some tres bon stands of trees suitable for cutting switches. I believe that it is traditional to make naughty children cut the rods for their own bottoms, is it not? I think that might be an interesting tradition to honour, is there not an English saying about making a rod for your own bottom?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 19:07:45</strong>
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				Pete was left fuming and rock-hard as she had shamelessly stared back at his crotch and then made an obvious reference to his arousal. His eyes kept on following her as she made her way over to one of the lounge chairs. Her short skirt rode up far enough for him to get a glimpse of her garter. Where on earth had they found this little slut? Sorbonne or no Sorbonne, this little French tart was in as much need of a thorough lesson as any of the girls he’d get in his classroom today… Perhaps even more so. In his mind, Pete was growling at the thought of disciplining the little Frog temptress with the teasing pout and the sexy accent. <br><br>He nearly completely lost it when she opened her briefcase and produced a switch. He was thankful that Richard was in the room. If not for him, he would have surely lost his self-control then and there. He would have yanked the switch from Du Pain’s hand, pulled her up by the hair and thrown her over the table and lashed her taut ass cheeks until they were as red as her lipstick. He forced himself to turn away from her and he took a large swig of his coffee. He cleared his throat and then replied, though his eyes were now averted from her.<br><br><strong>“An English tradition you say… Is that’s what they are teaching you nowadays at the Sorbonne?” </strong><br><br>Even through his obvious frustration, he could still manage a grin. Mercer now almost felt sorry for the first girl he would get in front of him today. He usually managed to stay professional throughout, but it was unlikely that she wouldn’t be made to pay the price for miss Du Pain’s teasing. He had a rock-hard rod in his pants that said as much. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 21:06:31</strong>
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				Paris felt a surge of guilty pleasure as Dr Mercer took his turn to flush red and turn away from her growling with some annoyance. She suspected that the redness to his face was caused more by suppressed anger than embarrassment as hers had been when he had slapped her bottom though. With his gaze averted from her Paris's full lips formed a small smile at her self perceived revenge for his affront at laying his hand on her ass.<br><br><strong>“An English tradition you say… Is that’s what they are teaching you nowadays at the Sorbonne?”</strong> Pete said dismissively.<br><br><strong>"Oui, the Sorbonne Universitie de Bondage is undoubtedly the finest in Europe."</strong> Paris answered blithely, ignoring the contemptuous tone in Dr Mercer's remark.<strong>"It teaches a wide range of the submissive arts from differing cultures, no?"</strong><br><br>Miss Du Pain gave a flick of her wrist, making the birch switch whistle through the air and slapped it onto her palm moderately lightly. Even with such little force the slender rod had a sharp sting as it struck with an audible crack. She gave a little shudder at the sound and the heat of the sting on her skin, if she could elicit such a pain then what would a strong man like the Doctor be able to achieve with such a little and seemingly harmless rod. Paris imagined one of the girls writhing bottoms being thrashed by the teacher. Her little daydream was tarnished somewhat as her minds eye stubbornly replaced an anonymous students face with her own. She made a moue of displeasure at the thought of her own buttocks glowing bright red and helpless shrieks being forced from her lips. Despite her feelings she felt herself getting aroused at the thought, her years of training kicking in unbidden to associate the sound and sting of the rod with erotic pleasure.<br><br>Paris sipped her coffee thoughtfully. Since she was scarcely older than some of the students and in fact with her petite size would be smaller than some of them she had thought that once she met them in class it would be important to stamp her authority early on. Being new there would no doubt be some error of behaviour in the girl's for her to seize on as an excuse to administer a light caning. If at all possible she would single out the most likely troublemaker in the class for that dubious reward. 
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 21:23:58</strong>
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				Pete had no idea why the little Frenchwoman had stirred such a wild lust in his loins. She was barely a few years older than his students and he had enjoyed the pleasure of breaking in women just like her, both in appearance and temperament. Still, there was something about her that had lit a fire in him. Perhaps it was the fact that she was foreign… Or the fact that she was strictly speaking off limits – officially at least – as a fellow member of staff. When she snapped the switch and caught it with her open hand, he felt the effect tremor all the way to his tightening bullocks. The pained expression of lust in her face as she undoubtedly was surprised by the sting of her own slap was too much to bear. He quickly averted his eyes again, but not before making the conscious decision to teach the little tramp some manners, whether his superiors liked it or not. It was hardly his fault they had hired such a shamelessly little cocktease… <br><br>He felt a deep shame when he briefly considered slipping out of the staff room and quickly going to one of the nearby bathroom stalls to relieve himself of his raging erection. No… The little French tart would not force him to humiliate himself. He’d just keep his hard-on intact for the first little tart he’d be expected to teach some manners later today. When he turned his gaze back to Paris, he caught her staring at him with a burning glint in her eyes… So it appeared he wasn’t the only one who was having naughty thoughts… His morning had definitely taken an <em>interesting</em> turn so far… <br>
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 19:05:35</strong>
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				Lily was lost, she had no idea where she was going. She wandered the halls aimlessly of some building. She had no idea it was the administrative building. She had lost her map, and was dragging a small suitcase behind her. She heard voices coming from behind a door, but dared not to knock. "Staff Only" on the door, she decided it was best not to disturb whomever was inside. She just dragged her suitcase in the floor hoping she would find her dorm soon. 
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 22:54:17</strong>
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				Richard finished his coffee and decided that it was time to walk around the campus grounds to see what there was to see today. The other two teachers were preoccupied and left on their own accord so why not? Stepping out of the door, he turned and almost walked into one of the students. He was about to chirade her for spying on the staff Room when he noticed the very innocent lost look on her face and the suitcase she towed behind her.<br><br>Instead, he smiled and turned to her. "Hello there, you look rather lost. What is your name....and can I help you?"
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 22:59:37</strong>
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				Lily jumped as one of the professors came out of the room, "Yes, Sir, I'm lost, Lily Taylor, Nice to meet you. I sort of lost the map they sent me and have no idea where the dorms are. Could you help me?" Lily looked at him with doe eyes, so sweet and innocent, it was nice to see a kind face that may help her out. She just wanted to get to her room and get settled.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 23:06:49</strong>
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				"I certainly can, Miss Taylor." He responds before&nbsp; motioning for her to follow him. He spun on his heels and started walking. A grin quickly settled over his face and he cast his eyes over her once more. "I am Mr. Simon...the History teacher." He continues as they make their way down the hallway. "I believe I have you in class this week."<br><br>He holds the door open for her as they make their way outside. He pointed various buildings out as they walked across the grounds and to the dorm building. "You best learn the lay of the campus - I know that I do not appreciate tardy students." He held the door open for her once again, motioning her inside. "Let me help you up to your room."<br><br>---&gt; To Lin/Lilys Room.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 23:16:01</strong>
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				A gentle smile came over her lips, "Mr. Simon, yes, I saw your name on my schedule, thanks so much for helping me out. I really do appreciate it." She followed him to the dorms, he even opened the door for her, she was very impressed, he seemed so kind. <br><br>"Oh, don't worry I will learn the campus, and I usually leave for class, twenty minutes early, I'm usually never late for anything." As he held the other door open, she sighed, jeez he was really nice. "Thanks Mr. Simon," She wondered if all her teachers were going to be this nice.<br><br>---------&gt; moving to room
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 00:32:15</strong>
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				Left to her own devices in the staff room, Paris felt her curiosity over the new students start to overwhelm her patience. Coupled with this was the undoubted arousal she was now feeling after her teasing of Dr Mercer. The French teacher was aware of the moist heat in her sex to the point of distraction. She decided to see if she could catch a glimpse of a student or two and swing through the dormitory area. <br><br>With her briefcase in hand, Paris headed down the corridor towards the students accommodation intending to introduce herself and maybe gain some first impressions of the new girls. As she walked, with her spike heels clacking she could feel the silky material of her thong against her clean shaven pussylips. The material was slightly dampened from her arousal and clung to the folds of her labia as she moved. 
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 00:44:29</strong>
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				Pete had a noticeable spring in his step as he happily walked back to the staff room. He was grateful for the relief Melody had granted him. The girl’s oral skills had been clumsy, but he had been so horny that just the feel of her mouth on his rod had been more than enough to quickly blow his load. At least she had helped him get rid of the tightness in his pants that miss Du Pain had caused him. When he turned a corner, he noticed the French little temptress heading his way. He stopped in his tracks and addressed her. <br><br><strong>“Good day again, miss Du Pain… Where are you off to so quickly?” </strong><br><br>Now that he was close to her again, he understood very well how she had driven him so crazy with lust. She was a tight little French package, and right now she was giving off a deliriously intoxicating musky scent. Her legs were perfectly shaped and her hosiery hugged them flatteringly. He let his eyes glide over her body again as he spoke to her. <br><br><strong>“I hope you’ve enjoyed your short time with us already? I’m sure you’ll feel right at home soon enough. This place has a tendency to get under people’s skins.” </strong><br><br>His eyes were burning holes in her chest again. But his earlier orgasm at least prevented him of getting all hot and bothered in her presence. The little tramp wouldn’t humiliate him like that twice in succession. Melody’s mouth had made sure of that. <br><br>Pete always had a soft spot for little French temptresses. During his time in the service, he had been stationed in France for a short while. Still in his early twenties back then, he had gone through a few dozen young French hotties in his few months there. The spirit of the sixties had still been lingering in the young Frenchwomen’s mind and most had readily spread their legs for an American serviceman. There was just something about a French ass… And Pete was determined to sample one again very soon… <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 01:20:15</strong>
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				<strong>“Good day again, miss Du Pain… Where are you off to so quickly?”</strong> Pete Mercer said, suddenly appearing around a corner of the corridor.<br><br>The physics teacher seemed in much greater spirits than when last Miss Du Pain had seen him, in fact he was positively beaming. His good spirits didn't stop his leering she noticed, his gaze lingered over her legs and ass before settling on Paris's chest. Though her breasts were of no great size, they were firm enough that the Frenchwoman seldom saw fit to wear a bra and she knew full well that her titflesh jiggled in an eyecatching fashion with each movement beneath the thin blouse.<br><br>Paris smiled sweetly at the older man, her hand falling to rest on her hip. She brushed her jet black fringe aside before answering.<br><br><strong>"Ahh, Pete."</strong> She addressed him familiarly.<strong>"I was just on my way to see if the new girls were about and to introduce myself."</strong><br><br><strong>“I hope you've enjoyed your short time with us already?"</strong> Pete asked. <strong>"I'm sure you'll feel right at home soon enough. This place has a tendency to get under people's skins.”</strong><br><br><strong>"I feel I will be tres happy here."</strong> Paris stated, wondering at the man's sudden interest in her wellbeing.<br><br>The fact that Dr Mercer made no effort to hide his ogling of her body beneath the tight fitting silk and satin that she favoured was giving Paris a thrill despite the fact that she had no particular like of the physics teacher. Paris thrived on others attention to her body. She moved slightly so that her thigh parted the split in her skirt and showed itself and shrugged her shoulders in a stereotypical Gallic manner to set her firm titties in motion beneath her blouse.<br><br><strong>You have met the new pupils, no?"</strong> She asked. <strong>"I spotted a couple of blonde girls arriving from the window of the staff room."</strong>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 10:24:53</strong>
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				Pete clenched his teeth together when the little French tramp put on a show again, for his benefit. The hand resting on her hip as she swayed her posterior to one side, the brushing of the hair, straightening her back so her tits stood proudly and firmly pointed towards him, making her hard nipples even more obvious through the silk fabric of her blouse. She clearly didn’t make a habit of wearing a bra, and no woman who possessed a couple of attractions as nice as hers would have done otherwise. Pete appreciated tits in all shapes and sizes. Really, the only requirement he had was firmness. <br><br>When she shrugged her supple tits danced happily in front of his eyes, and she made a point of showing him some more flesh of her fine, nicely shaped long legs. When he started feeling a familiar tingle in his pants, he quickly tried to shake it off. The little French strumpet wasn’t going to get him hard a second time. In fact, she’d better be ready to work off his hard-on the next time she gave him one. Instead he answered her question.<br><br><strong>“A couple of blonde girls you say? I might have met one of them.” </strong><br><br>He grinned readily when his wandered back to Melody. He’d have a lot of fun with that one… <br><br><strong>“I caught one of them trying to sneak of campus already, can you believe that? First day of the school year and already they are trying to get away with mischief. Aah, young women these days, so rebellious. I made sure to set her straight about the importance of our rules. It’s always best to put your foot down early in the year. Then you can slowly loosen the reins as the semester progresses. But if you give them too much leeway early on, you’ll never be able to earn their respect.” </strong><br><br>His mind lingered on Melody’s facial expression after he had unloaded a huge load on her face. She had been so deliciously shocked at it all, unable to utter a single word… He wouldn’t wait too long before ‘disciplining’ her again. Yes… The little tramp obviously need a lot of attention.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 20:24:14</strong>
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				When Paris mentioned the blonde girls she had seen she was sure that a glint appeared in Dr Mercer's eye. When he went on to tell her that he'd caught one trying to leave campus and in his words "set her straight" she had to hide a shudder of distaste. That the girl was broken in by Pete's large uncouth hands rather than by her own delicate and cultured methods was a shame.<br><br>The physics teacher went on to complain once more about the young women of today, clearly to Paris's belief including herself along with the students.<br><br>The man's face took on a distant look, coupled with a sinister grin. Though he declined to go into details of the example he'd made of the girl Paris suspected that he'd enjoyed whatever he had done.<br><br><strong>"An interesting philosophy Dr Mercer."</strong> Paris said, keeping her thoughts to herself on the matter.<br><br>Though she felt somewhat revolted by the older man the thought of one of the young girls helpless in his clutches was stirring the heat in her belly further. She fidgeted uneasily, feeling herself growing increasingly moist and knowing the dampness was seeping from her core to wet her silk thong. The need to relieve the sexual itch that she was feeling was growing more pressing by the moment.<br><br><strong>I won't detain you any longer Dr Mercer."</strong> Paris said, hoping to cut short the conversation so she could find some privacy. "<strong>I realise you must be tres busy with the new term beginning."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nik200</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 17:01:34</strong>
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				Nicholas had finally made into the school. Getting to the staff room was hell itself. He walked into the staff room, he was looking for a place to rest for a bit. He had class to teach in at least an hour. So he wanted to relax, not that he wouldnt mind one of his beautiful pupils to come and visit him, but he quickly put this out of his mind as asking for too much. They would come whenever they wanted too. HE finally poured himself a cup of coffee and went to sit on the couch. Nicholas was sipping his coffee while sitting on the couch. No one had approached him as of yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 05:32:58</strong>
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				First day of classes.&nbsp; Rhyssa stalked through the hall, her bookbag slung over her shoulder, skateboard tucked securely under her arm.&nbsp; And then, she walked right into the vanity patrol.&nbsp; One girl was staring at a compact mirror, another flipping through a fashion magazine, and a third texting, "Out of the way." she muttered.<br><br>The girls stood three wide, making it impossible for her to pass, standing right outside the lounge, "Or what?"<br><br>The raven haired girl moved suddenly, bringing her skateboard up, stopping less than three inches from the blonde's face, "Or I'll move you."<br><br>Cell phone girl closed her phone, glaring, "Why are you such a bitch?"<br><br>Rhyssa laughed derisively, tucking the skateboard back under her arm, "Because I can be.&nbsp; Why are you a waste of deoxyribonucleic acid?"<br><br>The girl gaped, "Huh?"<br><br>"DNA...genetic material.&nbsp; You're a prime example of why stupid people shouldn't breed.&nbsp; Tell me, how many sets of kneepads did your mother go through to get you into this school anyway?"<br><br>The girl gasped and she pushed past, "I have to get to class."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 05:53:19</strong>
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				"Excuse me miss." A voice called from a hallway, quick, heavy and commanding.<br><br>Damon strode out into sight.<br><br>"Come here. I'd like a word with you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 05:58:44</strong>
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				She stopped mid-step and turned around, about to spout off something sharp and sarcastic, but stopped herself before she could utter a single syllable, "Yes, sir."&nbsp; Clearly, he was either a teacher or one of the higher ups.&nbsp; The blonde with the compact chuckled and nearly got herself slapped in the side with her board.&nbsp; She could make it look like an accident easily enough, but she refrained.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 06:04:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your name, girl?" He asked coldly, eyes raking her.<br><br>This one truly needed to be dealt with...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 06:08:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes met his as she squared her shoulders, pulling them back slightly and lifted her chin.&nbsp; She was never one to be late to anything, but she also wasn't one to cower.&nbsp; In a competition, either one could cost you, the former your run, the latter, the confidence needed to take on the harder tricks and win, "Rhyssa Donovan, sir." she said simply.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 06:17:58</strong>
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				"I see." He said quietly.<br><br>"Well... You have quite the attitude problem Rhyssa Donovan." He turned, striding down the hallway.<br><br>"Come with me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 06:23:08</strong>
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				"Attitude problem?" she rolled her eyes as she followed him, "Why?&nbsp; Because I won't kiss the asses of these cliquish little princesses who walk three wide in the halls and are too busy powdering their rhinoplasty perfected noses and sexting their little boyfriends to be of any real value, sir?"<br><br>There was an edge to her voice.&nbsp; Yup.&nbsp; This place definitely was <i>not</i> for her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Patriarch</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 06:28:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you perceive being polite as such... That defines an attitude problem." He strode off down the halls, the twisting pathway leading them to a very special place indeed...<br><br>---------&gt; Dungeon
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yasarra</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 06:32:55</strong>
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				She followed in silence.&nbsp; Did he honestly expect her to give a rat's ass about those bitches?&nbsp; Oh, yes.&nbsp; She was going to make sure that this would be her only semester here.<br><br>---&gt;&gt;Dungeon
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nik200</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 06:58:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicholas had gotten quite bored with waiting for class in the staff room. He walked out for a quick breather, he then saw Damon and a student walk down the hallways. Well Nicholas did not want to follow them, whatever Mr Damon had in mind for his student, he certainly did not want to intefere in the mans teachings. HE drank up his coffee and walked past, and a group of girls smiled at him. Nicholas winked back, god he loved female students, the best sort of students to teach. They were ever so willing to learn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 12:05:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A few minutes after the little blonde had interrupted his clean-up, Pete locked the door to his classroom and headed back towards the staff room. He was just in time to see David Drummond circle Marlena before ordering her into his classroom. Pete grinned and shook his head. It would go too far to say that he and David were friends, but they did have a good congenial relationship with the professor. It figured that he'd be the one to scoop up the prize catch he had let slip away.<br><br><strong>"Looks like you're not as lucky after all, miss McCoy."</strong> <br><br>It didn't bother Pete much. He'd get his turn with the little tramp eventually. <br><br>When he got back to the staff room, he noticed that Miss Du Pain was there as well. The prick-teasing little frog still had to get her right reward for her little mindgames that morning. Pete had briefly considered to do a miss Granger on her and simply surprise her one day in her classroom, but the little French whore had deserved a different treatment. There was just something about her Gallic little rump in those miniskirts that made him growl like an animal on the inside, and her general behavior only made that sentiment worse. Suddenly a terrific idea came to him, one that would allow him to get even with miss Du Pain and catch her completely off guard at the same time. And the beauty of it all was that he could explain it away as a teaching experience for their students. <br><br>He already felt a familiar twitch in his pants even as he was approaching her.<br><br><strong>"Excuse me miss Du Pain... If you don' t mind..."</strong> He sat down opposite her at the table as she was stirring her spoon in a cup of coffee.<br><br><strong>"I see it you like cream... Do you take lots of it, miss Du Pain?" </strong><br><br>He let his crude double entendre hang in the air for a moment before he asked her what he really came to see her for. <br><br><strong>"I was wondering if I could ask for a favor miss Du Pain. I'd like to make a presentation in my first class tomorrow morning. But I'd really need the help of another teacher to do so properly. I don't suppose it would terribly inconvenience you to assist me? I'd be in your debt." </strong><br><br>He kept a straight face even though he amused himself with the thought that he'd be in many places before he was in her debt. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 13:12:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Paris was back in the staff room, sipping a fresh coffee when Pete Mercer entered. The older teacher made a beeline for her table and the Frenchwoman prepared to resume the verbal sparring and posturing that had come to represent their professional relationship.<br><br><strong>"I see it you like cream... Do you take lots of it, miss Du Pain?"</strong> Dr Mercer asked with a leer, his standing position giving him a birds eye view down her silk blouse.<br><br>Paris inwardly cringed at the crude wordgame, Pete was so gauche and shallow, the quite impressive bulge in his trousers as he leant over her showed the old man was halfway hard just from being close to her. She prepared her response, lifting her creamy spoon and slowly licking it clean of the froth with her tongue extended. His next words surprised her however and the cutting comeback she was prepoaring in her mind evaporated.<br><br><strong>"I was wondering if I could ask for a favor miss Du Pain?</strong> Pete asked. <strong>"I'd like to make a presentation in my first class tomorrow morning. But I'd really need the help of another teacher to do so properly. I don't suppose it would terribly inconvenience you to assist me? I'd be in your debt."</strong><br><br>Paris considered the request in mild shock. It seemed the old man was genuine by his conciliatory tone and deferential question. <em>"The elderly simply don't have the stamina to finish the games that they start"</em>, she thought smugly. She gave Pete a glorious smile and made a movement to set her perky breasts jiggling beneath the blouse for his troubles.<br><br><strong>"Mais oui, certainment mon Doctor.</strong> Mlle Du Pain answered, sounding honestly delighted at the suggestion. <strong>"I would be honoured to assist you Pete."</strong><br><br>Paris felt a warm glow that for once was her own sexual heat, or at least not entirely. It was true that Dr Mercer's attempt to call a halt to their bickering gave her a sexual thrill at exerting her dominance, but there was also a large amount of pride and satisfaction.<br><br><strong>"I expect there may be much you can learn tomorrow Pete of the new, refined methods of teaching. It being so long now since you learnt your craft."</strong> Paris couldn't resist getting the jibe in, but added as a crumb of conciliation. <strong>"And who knows, maybe there is a little something an old dog can teach a young bitch of new tricks as you say in English, no?"</strong>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 13:36:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Pete went <em>all the way hard</em> when miss Du Pain teasingly licked her spoon clean with her delicate French little tongue. <em>The dirty, cock-teasing tramp! </em>It took him every shred of restraint in her body to not just grab her by the neck right there and shove his cock as deep up her mouth as he could manage. The response to his request however managed to dull his boiling blood a bit. She smiled genuinely at him and he groaned inwardly at the happy jiggle of her perky tits. Her response sounded like one made by a genuinely pleased young woman. <em>Good.</em> He had figured that appealing to the silly little French tart’s pride would do wonders to sway her his way. <br><br>He clenched his fists as the shameless little tramp dared to question his decades of expertise and – laughingly – suggested that <em>she</em> could teach <em>him</em>! He managed a faint smile though and dully replied.<br><br><strong>“Perhaps <em>I will</em> be able to teach you a thing or two, miss Du Pain. I certainly look forward to the challenge…”</strong> <br><br>His prick was now rock-hard, he felt as if he could fuck his way through a piece of drywall, such was its rigid stiffness. He suddenly felt mad at himself for allowing miss McCoy to escape. <em>Drummond was probably drilling her by now. </em>Now he had no one to help get rid of the torturous erection in his pants. And he would only get a stab at miss Du Pain the very next morning. But oh, how he would give it to her then. He made eye-contact with her again and smiled at her, trying to ignore the uncomfortable tightness inside his boxers. <br><br><em>Oh, you’ll pay the prize for your shameless behavior in the morning, miss Du Pain… </em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T's : Staff room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 14:43:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling exceptionally pleased with herself, Paris Du Pain decided to walk to the dining room for a bite to eat. There was every probability that some of the girls would be there and she was still curious and eager to see the new students for herself. Now that the odious Dr Mercer had been put firmly in his place, her life around Saint Catherine's should be much more enjoyable. <em>"Poor old doddery Pete Mercer."</em> she giggled silently to herself as she sashayed towards the dining hall. <em>"It took such little time to pussywhip the old fool."</em><br><br>She almost felt pity for the old man. He reminded her a little of a visit to the Parc Zoologique de Paris-Vincennes when she was a child. An elderly lion there was just like Pete, it could still prowl and roar, but was old and toothless and when her class taunted it and blew raspberries it slunk away into the corner of it's enclosure. Not that she felt any regret, to be a domme here at Saint Catherines she must be prepared to exert herself over the older outdated teachers if at all possible. She would continue her games with Pete tomorrow for the benefit of the students and show them the correct order of pecking amongst the staff.<br><br>-------&gt; Campus grounds
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