Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom
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				Title: <strong>Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarod1</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 01:52:32</strong>
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				This is simple classroom we're leassons are taught, punishments given, and at night they become something more for the student who attend.<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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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AtwasAwamps</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 00:42:10</strong>
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				Drummond sat at his desk, adjusting his spectacles briefly as he continued to pour over the last of articles he'd intended to finish up before classes started. His work at St. Catherine's kept him from legitimate academia, but he didn't particularly mind...his opportunities here had been more than satisfactory and the...work...kept him more than happy. Still, he kept up when he could...it didn't hurt to keep your finger in the game, after all.<br><br>The room, of course, was fairly simple. His desk was large, made of teak, and extremely heavy, stained so dark it was nearly black. The students desks were minimal and lined up regimentally across the room. The only clock was on Drummond's desk and it faced him. The board behind him was a chalkboard, rather than the more common whiteboards of today...Drummond had insisted, for very important reasons, that there be a chalkboard in his room.<br><br>The item that most people looked at when they entered his room, however, was the rack of canes that rested beside his desk. Each was what appeared to be a walking stick of a different thickness...near the bottom was a thick, sturdy looking mahogany cane. Near the top was a slim, black cane that looked much more dapper and delicate. There were four others, each of a varying length. The unknowing commented on Drummond's fine collection of walking sticks.<br><br>The knowing shied away, well aware of what those "walking sticks" found their use in.<br><br>With a brief yawn, Drummond stood up, taking his spectacles off and dropping them on the desk. Cracking his neck, the professor stretched...and then paused. Were those footsteps? Odd. The only other person he knew would be in the building right now would be Mercer...that dirty old bastard...but those weren't Mercer's footsteps. They were light...probably a woman, Drummon guessed. Perhaps Du Pain needed something? Or one of the other women. Idly, he picked up a cane from the middle of the rack...he never went anywhere without one...tucked it under his arm, and moved to the door, opening and stepping into the hallway to see who was there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 00:55:44</strong>
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				Marlena had spent the rest of her walk down the corridor looking over her shoulders every few seconds. She didn’t want that old pervert to sneak up on her again. She was still rubbing her poor little rump. Just who did that bastard think he was, to spank her behind like that! Were that really the kind of people this school employed? Was that what her parents were paying a fortune in tuition for? For their daughter to be pawed by some creepy old dude? <br><br>She only noticed the door opening when the man was already standing halfway in the corridor, just because she had peered over her shoulder again… She stopped in her tracks and eyed the man in front of her. He looked more clean cut and respectable than the teacher in the Physics classroom… She wasn’t sure if she should stop walking or just keep going, but she decided that it wasn’t a good idea to get off on the wrong foot with any of the teachers. So she stopped in her tracks and introduced herself.<br><br><strong> “Hello sir… I hope I didn’t disturb you… I was just on my way to room B303.” </strong><br><br>It was then that the noticed the cane. <em>How very quaint and odd</em>, she thought. He did not look like a man who’d need a cane to help him walk, and she saw no use for it inside the building anyway. There was something eerie about this one as well… even though he did not shamelessly leer at her like the physic professor; he was quite clearly appraising her as she stood silently in front of him.<br><br><strong>“So um… can I go on sir? I’ll just be a minute and then I’ll go back to my dorm room.” </strong><br><br><em>Yes, there was definitely something off about this guy as well…</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AtwasAwamps</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 01:04:19</strong>
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				Drummond certainly didn't leer, but his look was very appraising.<br><br><em>A new girl</em>, he mused to himself as he let the cane fall into his hand. He tapped it firmly on the ground and quirked a brow at the young woman in front of him, then clucked his tongue softly.<br><br>"You do disturb me, miss," he said, his voice dripping with distaste and disapproval. "I see that you are new at this school, as I've not seen your face before, and perhaps you are unfamiliar with the rules that we have established here, but any time that she is on school grounds, a student at St. Catherine's must be in full uniform unless she has express permission of a professor to do otherwise as required for classwork or other reasons. And you, miss, are most definitely out of uniform."<br><br>Smoothly, Drummond flicked the cane up and pressed it forward, letting the tip that was on the ground suddenly rest just below the girl's neck, on her sternum. He put no pressure on it, but she would have to dislodge it if she tried to move.<br><br>"It is extremely unwise for new students to violate the dress code so soon into the year. It lets us, as professors, know that you are either ignorant or incapable of reading simple rules, or that you believe such rules do not apply to you. Neither of these are things we stand for at St. Catherine's. So which is it? Are you a bloody simpleton, or do you believe that rules do not apply to you, Miss...?"<br><br>Drummond's tone never strayed from the disapproving tone he started with, his clipped Oxford accent making his distaste even more evident. After his first appraising look, his eyes had never left the girl's...his gaze focused, intense, and unyielding.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 01:14:25</strong>
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				Her eyes followed the cane as it gently pressed up against her sternum. Was this guy for real? He spoke as if he was the King of England, and he was giving her a world of shit over the fact she wasn’t wearing her stupid uniform… a day before the lessons even started!<br><strong><br>&nbsp;“I am aware of the rules, sir… It’s just that I arrived earlier today and I never got the chance to change into my uniform… My roommate had the room… occupied.”</strong> <br><br>A gentle blush colored her cheeks when she thought back at the noise that had come from her room. She felt a tremor go through her body when his gaze ran over her, from toe to head and back. There was something extremely unnerving about the way he was looking at her, so she quickly broke eye contact and stared at the ground.<br><br><strong>“I’m very sorry sir… It will not happen again… I was not thinking.”</strong> <br><br>If she had the ability to just sink through the floor, she would have done it then and there. She now wished she had simply waited by the door of her room. Like she had initially considered doing. Now she had managed to get on one of her teachers bad side already.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>“Please sir, can we forget about this?” </strong>
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				Post by: <strong>AtwasAwamps</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 01:19:41</strong>
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				"Your complaints are both noted and irrelevant," Drummond said coldly. "If you are aware of the rules, then you are not ignorant. Thus you must think that said rules do not apply to you, simply because there are extenuating circumstances. That may have gotten you off the hook with mummy and daddy, miss, but you'll find it does no such thing here at St. Catherine's."<br><br>He gestured with his cane into the classroom.<br><br>"Step inside, miss. Immediately. I believe that you are in need of a sharp lesson of how we do things here. What is your name?"<br><br>Drummond held back a slight smile. Indeed, the girl was in need of a lesson or four...she was an attractive, naive little thing and the professor had been wondering if he'd have a chance to get back into condition before classes started this year. Oh, there were plenty of diversions available to the enterprising gentlemen, but nothing quite replaced a fresh student...
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 10:36:18</strong>
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				Marlena’s big blue eyes stared up at Drummond for a moment before responding.<br><br><strong>“Marlena McCoy… Is this really necessary sir? It’s my first day…” </strong><br><br>When he did not change his posture, his cane still waving towards the open classroom door, she averted her eyes and slowly walked inside. She was surprised to find an old-fashioned chalk blackboard at the front of the room. She hadn’t seen one of those since primary school. She walked as far as his desk and stood idly in front of it, wondering what kind of reprimand she’d be facing. These guys were pretty anal about their rules if something as silly as this could land her in hot water from day one! Her eyes wandered and she discovered the collection of canes. How very odd… <br><br>Why on earth would he need so many of them in his classroom? Just the one had been slightly weird… Perhaps it was supposed to enhance the image of a distinguished British gentleman? If that was the case, it did not impress Marlena. However haughty his tone and lyrical his language was, he was still a mean bully underneath as far as she was concerned. She shifted her weight from foot to foot as he joined her back in his classroom. It was something she couldn’t help but doing whenever she was feeling nervous. And she was very nervous right now… Between the creepy physics teacher and this guy, her afternoon stroll had become far too exciting for her liking all of a sudden…. 
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				Post by: <strong>AtwasAwamps</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 05:09:44</strong>
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				Once Marlena had entered and walked into the room, Drummond followed, shutting the door...and with a click, locking it. One of the nice things about St. Catherine's was the way a lock needed a key from either side of the door. With a slight smile, he whirled his cane around in one hand and turned around, letting the smile fade from his face. He turned around and walked towards the desk, stepping in front of the young student and giving her a quick, critical once over.<br><br>The cane snapped up, pressing against her chin and forcing her to look up.<br><br>"Chin up, Miss McCoy," he said, his voice almost a growl. The cane came down and poked her shoulders, roughly, while Drummond continued to give her a cool, appraising look. "Shoulders back. Stop shifting your feet back and forth. Don't stand like a child on a charge. If you expect to be treated like a woman, at least pretend to begin acting like one. Stiffen up and stand STRAIGHT." His voice only rose once, on the last word, and he punctuated it with the sound of the cane slamming against the floor, directly between Marlena's feet.<br><br>"Now, Miss McCoy, why don't you and I have a little bit of a chat? I feel you may be laboring under certain misapprehensions about your place here at St. Catherine's." Drummond leaned back against the desk and folded his arms across his chest, the cane left leaning against the front of his desk. "Do you know why your parents have sent you to this prestigious academy?"
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 10:08:09</strong>
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				A chill went over Marlena’s body when Professor Drummond approached her again. She felt honestly terrified when he forced her chin up with his cane and then looked at him in disbelief when he did the same to have her straighten up her shoulder posture. She snapped to attention when his cane was slammed in between her feet. Her eyes were now wide and her heart was pounding in her chest. He was a madman! Between him and the creepy physics teacher, she wondered just what kind of people they employed at Saint Catherine’s. <br><br>With Marlena’s posture now more to his liking, he seemed to calm down a bit and sat down on the edge of his desk. She was thrown off a bit when he inquired into the motives of her parents in sending her there. Her cheeks turned red when she thought back to the day when her mom had walked in on her and mr. Sinclair from next door. She had done it to yield a reaction from her parents. She was tired of being the perfect little girl all the time. But her parents had overreacted. They had enrolled her in Saint Catherine’s and then locked her in her room for the rest of the Summer. She shyly responded. <br><br><strong>“I think… I think they did it because I disappointed them. To punish me.” </strong><br><br>And now she was locked inside a classroom with a creepy teacher. If their aim was to make her regret her little rebellious act than their mission was more than accomplished already, and the school year hadn’t even started yet! <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AtwasAwamps</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 11:35:59</strong>
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				Drummond clucked his tongue and shook his head.<br><br>"That is half an answer. While not incorrect, it is incomplete." The professor stood up from desk and began to pace around Marlena, circling her much like a predator would circle a helpless piece of prey. He walked with the cane, letting it tap the ground in front of him with every step. "You are a disappointment to your parents and there is an aspect of punishment here at St. Catherine's. Perhaps more than an aspect. But we do not simply punish girls at St. Catherine's."<br><br>He continued to circle her, slowly, the cane tapping rhythmically with every step.<br><br>"You are here, quite simply, because your parents have found you worthless and you have proven yourself to be so. Understand that very clearly, Miss McCoy. The money that your parents paid was not a fee." He stopped now, directly in front of Marlena and tapped her hard on the forehead with the head of the cane. "It was an investment. Your worthless, pathetic hide has been brought here to be made into something worthwhile. But that worth must be EARNED, Ms. McCoy. Behavior such as you exhibited today will not earn you any worth. It simply proves, beyond a doubt, that you will continue to be useless to anyone unless you have been trained properly. Useless to your parents, to your professors, to your fellow students, and to the world in general. Thus, you must learn to properly value the effort of gaining worth." <br><br>Drummond stepped to the side and gestured to the desk.<br><br>"Bend over. Hands on the desk, Miss McCoy."<br><br>He lifted the cane up and slapped it down into the palm of his other hand, his eyes gleaming with predatory instinct...but still, never cracking a smile.<br><br>"Your learning experiences begin today."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 11:51:35</strong>
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				Marlena had heard his rant about her lack of worth without giving away too much emotion. On the inside though, a whirlpool of emotions and sensation was cursing through her veins. He was a madman! A raving madman… the way he was talking to her, the way he was circling her, never once stopping to tap his cane. Though it was quite possibly worse to consider the possibility that he wasn’t an isolated madman in an otherwise normal school. He might have been telling the truth as to what this place was all about. The behavior of the only other teacher she has met thus far suggested as much. <br><br>Suddenly his pacing around her frightened little frame came to a halt and he pointed at the desk with his cane. When he ordered her to bend over the desk, she turned her head towards him as if she was unsure she had heard him right.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>“Bend over the desk? Are you serious?” </strong><br><br>There was a cold gleam in his eyes that suggested he was. She wanted nothing more than to run away, but he had locked the door after she had entered his classroom. <br><br>And even if it had been open, she wasn’t sure she had the courage to stand up to him. There was something cruel and calculated about his demeanor that frightened her well beyond the cane in his hand. Marlena reluctantly bended her frame towards the wooden desk and allowed her hands to rest on the surface. Her legs was trembling even as he teasingly slapped his own palm with the wooden cane. <br><br><strong>“Please sir… I meant no disrespect to you or the school with my behavior…”</strong> <br><br>There was some panic and fear in her voice as she desperately tried to plead with him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AtwasAwamps</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 12:01:54</strong>
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				"I do not care about your intent," Drummond said, his voice dropping just a tad lower. "It is action and deeds that matter, Ms. McCoy, not thoughts and intent, and your actions have thus far been insolent, foolish, and uncouth. Thus, you will pay for them and learn from your mistakes. Presumably."<br><br>He picked up the cane and pressed the bottom to the back of her head, forcing her to stare down at dark, polished teak of the desk.<br><br>"You are not at home anymore, Miss McCoy. You are not your parents' child from today forward. Today, you belong to St. Catherine's, and we do not take our duties lightly. Neither shall you."<br><br>The cane he held was not the heaviest of the canes on the rack, nor was it the lightest. Both of these were a blessing for Marlena...a heavy cane swung too hard could damage a girl, but worse were the light canes...the whiplike lengths of wood that could whistle through the air like a bullwhip and crack against skin and flesh like thunder. No, this cane was an average cane, perfect for a girl's first introduction to the beating that she so richly deserved.<br><br>The cane dipped down suddenly, under the edge of Marlena's white dress. Drummond had yet to lay a hand on the girl, despite the fact that he quite wanted to...no, there was something enjoyable about maintaining distance right up until the moment he decided he'd had enough. Using the cane, he flicked her dress upwards, pushing the fabric up off of the back of her legs and leaving her underwear and bottom exposed as he shoved the dress further up, letting it rest around her waist.<br><br>Without another word, Drummond began. The cane went up and came down on Marlena's bottom with a resounding SMACK...he didn't use his full force with the blow, but he made sure every strike hurt. He silently counted to three after each blow...just long enough for the pain to start fading, but not for it to fade completely, so that each successive blow caused the pain of the older strike to revive and send her nerves firing through her body.<br><br>He struck her five times...and then stopped, letting the cane rest on her back.<br><br>"Well, Miss McCoy? Have we begun to understand?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 12:50:03</strong>
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				A tremor went through her body as mr. Drummond suddenly used his cane to raise the hem of her dress. When he pushed it passed her waist, she was terrified of what was to come. She felt the air tickle her flesh as her panties and bottom were exposed to the professor. Why did he insist on humiliating her in this way? She whimpered and begged. <br><br><strong>“Please mr. Drummond… please show some mercy…” </strong><br><br>She wasn’t sure what would follow next, all she was certain of was that it didn’t bode well for her. When the first snap of the cane hit her flesh, she screamed, but the scream was more in surprise than anything else. Did he really just cane her behind? She looked over her shoulder and noticed how he sent the cane flying in another time. This time the impact stung a lot more, or perhaps it was because her mind had been anticipating it. <br><strong><br>“Aaaauw… please stop mr. Drummond…” <br></strong><br>A pause of three counts followed in which she wondered if her whimpering and begging would have any effect, but the third strike landing on her posterior took away any doubt.<br><br><strong> “Aaauw…” </strong>she let out another pained yelp as she felt the tears run down her cheeks and fall onto the teak surface of his desk. <br><strong><br>“Please mr. Drummond… you are really hurting m…”</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Her sentence was cut short as the fourth snap lashed across her flesh. This time a jolt of electricity was sent up her spine and her mind reverberated from the flash of new pain. This time no protest, just a shriek of panic that came a second before the fifth lash came down upon her back-side. <br><br><strong>“Oh please mr. Drummond… no more… no more.”</strong><br><br>She cried in despair now, and panted heavily from the wild panic in her mind. This man was a crazy pervert and she was completely at his mercy! 
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				Post by: <strong>AtwasAwamps</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 01:19:30</strong>
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				"No more?" Drummond said, sounding mildly amused. "My dear Miss McCoy, by now you must have realized that you are in no position&nbsp; to make any demands of me or other staff members of St. Catherine's. Your behavior and education is our responsibility, and we take that very, very seriously, you understand?" The cane trailed down Marlena's back, resting briefly between her panty-covered asscheeks. "Of course I am hurting you. Breaking the rules will result in pain. Obeying them will keep you safe, comparatively. The rules are for your protection, edification, and betterment, and you will be mindful of them." <br><br>Down the cane slid, suddenly slipping between her thighs. Drummond pressed the cane upwards, against Marlena's covered cunt. He could feel the thrill of action running through his body and was well aware he was rock hard beneath his trousers. Oh, how this girl's skin would feel under his hands...he began to run the cane back and forth, letting the solid stick rub against Marlena's panties.<br><br>"If I was to go down to the office and look up your file, Ms. McCoy, what would I find? Would I find a virginal, spoiled little princess? Or would I find a slut with her legs open so wide that any one had a chance?" The cane came away from her body again and she would hear it thwack against his palm behind her. "Answer the question, McCoy. Now. What would I find?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 19:47:08</strong>
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				A surge of electricity went up her body as his cane slowly traced the length of her spine before lingering on her ass cheeks. She trembled on her legs as she was unsure just what professor Drummond had in mind for her next.<br><br><strong> “Please sir… I meant no disrespect to you or the school… I just want to go back to my dorm room now.” </strong><br><br>Marlena gasped for air in panic as the cane slip further down still, until it disappeared in between her thighs. She yelped in surprise when his cane traced the length of her slit through the thin fabric of her panties. When he started rubbing her mound with his cane she breathed heavily before finally mustering the courage to respond. <br><br><strong>“Please stop that professor…” </strong><br><br>She blushed heavily when she realized that even though she hated everything about this situation, his swift flicks with the cane were having an effect on her body nevertheless. <br><br>Her eyes went open wide and she was left feeling in shock when he inquired into her past. Just what did this man now? Was her file really so readily available to every person on staff here? How could that be? She snapped to attention when she heard the familiar whack of the cane.<br><br><strong>“I…I… You know what is in my file sir… so why do you ask me? Is it to torment me further?” </strong>She went silent for a bit but then decided it didn’t really matter anyway if the man already knew the truth. <br><br><strong>“I… I… slept with our neighbor… that’s why…that’s why my parents sent me to this place…”</strong> <br><br>She bowed her head in shame and regret.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>AtwasAwamps</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 00:22:19</strong>
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				Drummond sighed and clucked his tongue again, sounding remarkably disappointed.<br><br>"Ah, so you are just another dirty little trollop after all," he said with a sigh. "But an honest one. Perhaps something could be made of you, as yet." He looked at the way she hung her head in shame and nodded to himself. Moving forward, he set the cane down on the desk, just in front of Marlena's face. "Of course, I must check the veracity of your statement."<br><br>For the first time, Drummond's hands touched Marlena's body. They were rough, strong, and calloused...and their fingers were wrapped around the waistband of her panties. With a rough, sharp tug, Drummond brought her underwear down, revealing her ass - reddened in long stripes, thanks to the caning. One of his hands ran up her left cheek and then, with a quick, sudden motion, he slapper her, directly on one of the marks left by his previous blows. <br><br>"Spread your legs, miss," he said, softly, his voice dropping lower. "Or I'm afraid it'll be back to the cane again till you've learned the lesson properly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 08:39:37</strong>
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				Marlena did not protest when the professor called her a trollop. Perhaps she had deserved it. At least her honesty lead to him putting the scary-looking cane down on the desk. The welts on her posterior from where the lashes had rained down on her flesh were still a burning reminder of his preferred brand of discipline. When he got close enough for her to feel his warm breath on her skin, she noticeably was shivering on her long legs. A short shriek escaped her throat when she felt his rough fingers disappear underneath the band of her panties and then pull them down her legs. <br><br><strong>“Please sir… don’t… this is obscene… it’s wrong…” </strong><br><br>She was protesting even before he pawed her ass cheeks and landed a sharp blow with the palm of his hand on the left one. Combined with the sting of the earlier lashing, she yelped in pain as the sensation ran up her spine and dominated her mind. She wanted to struggle, hit him, and then make for the door, only she realized there was no escape and when the threat of further caning returned, she tried to compose herself. Even though she found her mauling of her flesh to be disgusting, it was preferable to further corporal punishment.<br><br><strong>“No please… no more caning professor…”</strong><br><br>&nbsp;She was left sobbing quietly as she spread her legs apart from him. His hand was still lingering on her taut ass cheeks and she breathed in heavily in fear of what was to come.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AtwasAwamps</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 10:37:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are not the judge of what is wrong or obscene here, Ms. McCoy," Drummond growled. His hand dipped low suddenly, sliding between her legs...and with little to no warning, he plunged a finger into the girl's cunt, exploring her with his thick, calloused digit. There was little delicacy in the thrust...as if he really was simply checking to verify that what she'd told him was true, that she'd already surrendered her virginity. The warm, tight wetness of her cunt made his already stiffening cock harder...he wanted to take her. But not there...not in her cunt. She'd already lost her virginity there...while she may feel violated were he to thrust into her, take her and fill her cunt, she'd already proven herself to be a tramp once.<br><br>Drummond smiled wickedly as he pulled his finger from Marlena's cunt, his eyes falling on her red-striped ass.<br><br>"When your professor decides to do something, you will do it...or you will find out what the consequences of rebellion are. And believe me, Ms. McCoy, five stripes are not even close to what I can do to you."<br><br>Using one hand, the other groping and squeezing her ass roughly, he opened his fly, letting his thick, hard cock spring free. Using both hands now, he pulled her ass cheeks apart, revealing her still-virgin asshole.<br><br>"You may have arrived here already a slut, Ms. McCoy," he said, sounding grim, "but you will leave St. Catherine's worthy of a better title...or you'll simply degenerate into an even more worthless slut, only good as a receptacle for a man's seed. The choice is yours...either submit, learn, and understand your place..." <br><br>He moved forward, the head of his cock suddenly pressing against the tight rosebud of her ass.<br><br>"Or descend into being little more than a sex doll, even more a toy than you already are."<br><br>With no further ado, he thrust forward, brutally penetrating Marlena's asshole, plunging the full length of his throbbing cock into her with no hesitation or concern for her cries as he began to fuck her ass, slowly, methodically, and powerfully.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 13:06:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marlena yelped and then screamed in horror. The man not only explored the edges of her slit with hs rough hands, suddenly she felt him – quite unceremoniously – shove one of his fingers deep up her cunt. She gasped for air as the man’s callous digit roughly explored and probed her warm and wet snatch. It was really going to happen, this man would violate her, rape her… in his own classroom! She would have protested, fought him off, … had she the courage.&nbsp; But instead she just quietly took his abuse, just wailing and moaning gently. She only felt slightly relieved when the man finally retracted his finger from her cunt. She knew enough about him not to expect any leniency or pity on his behalf. <br><br>Again he threatened her, this time making sure she understood that any resistance on her part would lead to&nbsp; a new lashing, and quite possibly something worse still. Her mouth fell open in shock when she could hear the man unzip his fly even as his other hand was roughly fondling and squeezing her ass cheeks. She was shacking on her legs and her posture was quite unsteady. When his fingers traced the edges of her little poophole, she knew what he had in mind.<br><br><strong>“Oh no… please sir… don’t do that… not there… it’s… unnatural…”</strong> <br><br>She yelped and screamed, but his rough hands kept her effortlessly in place. Her mind was in such a state of panic that she no longer heard the rest of his words, she could only feel the bulbous head of his cock resting on her skin and then slipping in between her asscheeks. When the man finally pushed forward to break the tightness of her little ring, she screamed so loudly it made her own ears ring. <br><br><strong>“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaw… please… no…” </strong><br><br>Tears were running down her eyes as the man parted her flesh in one rough thrust. Her unlubed asshole was forced open and a burning and stinging jolt of pain was sent up her spine that made the air briefly get stuck in her windpipe. When the man settled into a thorough fucking rhythm, each motion of his hips was lip someone was pushing a hot poker up her ass.<br><br><strong>“Aaaah… please sir… stop… you are hurting me… <em>you are hurting me…</em>”</strong><br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AtwasAwamps</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 02:30:35</strong>
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				((Sorry to rush it =P I apologize for lagging behind, should be better from here on in))<br><br>Drummond smiled viciously and briefly, not slowing down despite her protests. He continued to pound Marlena’s virgin ass, his rhythm absolutely inexorable. He thrust into her like a metronome, grunting in satisfaction each time his cock hammered into her ass, stretching her further and further with each brutal push. His hands held her tightly, making it impossible for her to escape, even if she had the will to wriggle free and run. <br><br>“I am hurting you,” he said, leaning forward to bring his mouth, nearly to her ear as he continued to thrust. “This, and no less, is just one of the penalties for disobedience, Ms. McCoy. Penalties HURT, Ms. McCoy.” He slid a hand forward, around her waist, one thick finger suddenly rubbing against her clit. “Of course, as time goes on, you may get used to such punishments…but do not doubt that we will have methods of correcting such things as well.” He pinched her clit roughly and then slid his hand upwards, wrapping it in her blonde hair and tugging her head back as he picked up the pace. “Do…not…break…the rules…of St. Catherine’s…again.”<br><br>He hammered into her faster, ignoring any protests, any cries of pain, treating her simply as a hole for his cock, enjoying the pleasure of a fresh student. With another grunt, he tilted his head up, growled briefly, and let go of her hair, holding her hips tight as he plunged his cock deep into her asshole and erupted, his hot, sticky seed filling her no-longer-virgin asshole. With a loud pop, he pulled his cock from Marlena’s reddened and sore ass, wiping it briefly off on her cheeks and leaving trails of cum on her skin. Without much further ado, he tucked his cock away and zipped up. With a long breath, he gave Marlena a slap on her abused ass and moved around, taking a seat at the desk as if he’d not just raped the girl. He shuffled through his papers and glanced up at Marlena.<br><br>“Your punishment is over, Miss McCoy. You’re dismissed for today, but I’ll expect you back here tomorrow afternoon when your classes are over. Three days. Ten best, then a thousand lines. That will take care of you, I expect. Off you go.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 12:48:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marlena’s begging and screams and moans of pain only seemed to spur professor Drummond on further. He happily kept on abusing her virgin asshole even though every pelvic thrust he made was pure torture to her body. She was now crying openly and her salty tears fell down onto the teak surface of his desk. <br><br><strong>“Please sir… not so hard…” </strong><br><br>She couldn’t imagine why the man would exert such cruelness on her for the mistake of being in a school building unattended. What kind of school would employ such a sick individual? <br><br>All her protests did was make him acknowledge that his aim was indeed to do her harm, to punish her body for her disobedience. She felt the sting of pain in her neck as the man roughly grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back towards him. Her spine arched back slightly towards him, making the sensations in her lower body even more insufferable. He kept on hurting with thrust after agonizing thrust, using the full length of his cock to pound the lesson into her. The pain was slowly making her feel lightheaded and she believed that she would soon pass out if he kept this up. <br><br>A growl erupted behind her and she felt the man lock her hips in a vice-like grip and then push and circle his crotch deep into her asshole. She screamed in panic as his orgasm exploded inside of her. Hot sticky goo was spewed out by his rod and she felt her bowels being filled with his seed in a series of powerful squirts. Beyond the pain, Marlena felt sick just from the sheer humiliation of the act he had just done on her. Even after he finally pulled his torturing cock out of her little pooper, she did not feel relieved, only pain, fear and shame. He added a final insult by using her skin as a dirty rag to clean off the remnants of his own seed. Then he acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. She felt his goo drip out of her gaping asshole and stood sobbing in front of him when he laid out the rules. He would have her return the very next day… She had no courage left to protest in any way.<br><br>She just replied. <strong>“Yes professor Drummond” </strong>in between the sobs and then made her way to the door even as her thighs were being smeared in his white goo…<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 19:08:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				First day of classes, Melody arriving.<br><br>Melody entered the class room and didn't want to sit too close to the front. She plunked herself at a desk in the middle of the room, hoping to blend in. She didn't want another incident like she had with Mercer. She hoped Professor Drummond was more "civilized". She sat and opened her notebook, looking around nervously, hoping he was at least somewhat nice. Well anyone would be nicer than Mercer, she had to believe that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AtwasAwamps</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 09:26:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The door snapped open and Drummond walked in, looking stern imposing as always. He glanced at the assembled class of student with obvious disdain as he took a seat at his desk, putting on his spectacles and digging about briefly in his bag for his first class attendance list. He was not a fan of his introductory classes...most of the girls were dullards when it came to the subjects he was teaching and mostly hoped to just get credits and move on. Still, he went through the motions...else who would teach students about such things?<br><br>"Anders, Jillian," he started, his voice decidedly neutral as he watched the class, listening for each student's response till he reached the bottom of the list, ending in W. Huh. That was interesting. The name was familiar...had Mercer mentioned something about the girl? No idea. With an internal shrug, he looked and fixed his gaze on the one girl who'd yet to raise her hand.<br><br>"Winters, Melody?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 13:37:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Melody watched him enter the room, and she thought he looked so in control, with a look of frustration on his face. When he started to do roll call, Melody smirked, he was British, she was always a sucker for an accent. She had taken the class not just to get an empty credit, but because she actually like philosophy. Yes even a spoiled fashionista had brains. She knew this class would be so much better, and she was glad Mercer was not teaching it.<br><br>Melody sat there, waiting for her name to be called, always last on the list. When she heard her name she raised her hand, "Here, sir." She was quiet about it, not to seem to overbearing, but she wanted to be polite. She was eager for class to begin, and could not wait to see what Professsor Drummond would teach her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AtwasAwamps</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 08:32:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Drummond made a check mark next to Melody’s name, nodding to himself…definitely the girl Mercer had mentioned. Interesting. He set the attendance book down and folded his arms across his chest, scanning the room with emotionless, professional eyes.<br><br>“Welcome to your first class at St. Catherine’s,” he said, his voice holding little amusement or kindness. “This is Introduction to Philosophy, where I will be teaching the basics of thought, since I am quite sure the majority of you are quite ignorant of even the beginning of such complex things as thinking ahead of time unless you’re preparing your make-up and dress for whatever evening’s escapades young reckless creatures like yourselves are involved in.” He sat down on the desk and put on his spectacles, shaking his head.<br><br>“I am Professor Drummond. You will refer to me as Professor Drummond or ‘sir’. Anything else and you will find that the rules of St. Catherine’s are a bit stricter than what you’re used to.” He stood up again and began walking up and down the aisles, pacing by the students without looking a single one of them in the eye. “Each of you is here because you chose to sign up for this class or were assigned it for the sake of completing requirements for your chosen subject of study. You will find that while this is an entry level class, I am expecting nothing less than perfection from you girls. As this may not be something you are used to, I will make sure you provided with guidelines from which to work from. Not following these guidelines will result in consequences. Getting kicked out of my class is the least of your worries here.” He turned suddenly, rounding on Melody’s desk and slapping his palm down hard on the flat top of the desk, looking straight down at her.<br><br>“Is that absolutely clear, Ms. Winters?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 13:39:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Melody sat in he seat watching him, he was distinguished, and very cold. She saw how he circled the room, very calculating and ominous. He was handsome, but he was beginning to make her feel uncomfortable. She listened as he talked, he was treating them like imbeciles, like they had no clue what philosophy was about. Well maybe some of them were that way, but not her. This subject interested her and she wanted to learn. <br><br>She shuddered as he neared her desk, he was looming above all of them. When he slammed his hand down on her desk she jumped. "Um, yes Sir," Melody looked away from him. What was it about the teachers in this school, did they all have it out for her? She hadn't even done anything, and yet, at the moment, all his focus was on her. She just prayed this professor was no Mercer, she couldn't talks that again!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AtwasAwamps</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 07:55:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No 'ums' in my class, Miss," Drummon said, turning away and walking to the front of the class. "If you have to pause, stay silent before you speak. Ums and Uhs and Ahs and Ers are no part of the English language. They are not in any dictionary published and I will prefer that only real words and thoughts are expressed in my classroom." He turned around again and pulled a cane from the stand at the side of his desk...the one in the middle...and began tapping it on the ground as he paced in front of the class.<br><br>"Now then. We'll begin today's discussion with a basic overview of the structure of the class and topics that will be covered. Listen closely and take notes. Though it was on the syllabus, I will occasionally check your notes in class to make sure you are on pace, so I would advise each you to pay attention."<br><br>And then...the lesson began.<br><br>Drummond was not a dull lecturer, by any means. As he overviewed the class and began outlining the basic schools of thought they'd be covering in class, he prowled the room, like a tiger stalking a terrified gazelle...up and down the aisles of the classroom, rarely if at all glancing down at the students. Without warning, he suddenly whirled on one of the girls, his cane pointing directly at her as he fired off a question referencing something he mentioned earlier.<br><br>"'If a man makes himself a worm, he must not complain if he is trodden on.' Who said that, Miss Carruthers?" The unfortunate girl stammered, caught unawares. When she had stumbled for more than five seconds, Drummond flicked her notebook off her desk with a rapid movement of his cane, sending it tumbling to the ground, then slammed the cane on her desk. "Immanuel Kant, Miss Carruthers, as you would know if you had listened to the first few parts of the lecture. I cannot abide by idiots in this class, miss." <br><br>Without another word to the unfortunate girl, Drummond continued the lecture, whirling his cane on occasion. After about 10 more minutes of lecture, he whirled on another unfortunate student...and this time, it was Melody. With a gleam in his eyes, his cane hovered an inch from her face. <br><br>" 'There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy'. Who made that insightful point, Miss Winters?" he demanded, an eyebrow quirked. The answer was Friedrich Nietzche, which Drummond had mentioned roughly five minutes ago. He watched Melody curiously.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 15:22:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Melody felt silly for being reprimanded for saying "um", but obviously he ran a tight ship in his class. He was British after all, and they were know for being a tad uptight when it came to proper etiquette. She nodded softly as he continued on about his class. She watched as he pulled the cane, it was looking quite ominous for her, were all the teachers this bad? Did every one of them rule with an iron fist? The appeal of his British accent began to wear thin as he started to make her nervous. <br><br>She watched as he circled the class room while she scribbled her notes on her paper. She wanted to make sure she got down everything he said, she didn't want him to check her notes, and find her lacking. She had a very good memory, but she wanted to prover her worth to him for some reason. She didn't want him to break her, and she wanted him to know she was a good, smart student. Just because she was pretty didn't mean she didn't have brains in that head of hers. <br><br>Melody jumped when he questioned the first girl and she didn't know the answer. She felt bad as she watched the notebook fall to the floor. God this guy was tough! She continued to write her notes as fast as she could. Before she knew it, the cane was in her face, and he was looking down at her with a hard expression on his face.&nbsp; Without hesitation, Melody looked at him "Friedrich Nietzche, sir", her face serious and her voice soft. Hopefully, he wouldn't think she was a smart ass, and would see her as what she was, a serious student that wanted to learn.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AtwasAwamps</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 22:42:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You can listen," Drummond said, nodding his head approvingly as he turned, apparently walking away before he whirled on his heel. "But, can you think? Ms. Winters, on my desk for class tomorrow, 500 words on what it means for a man to be worm." He glanced up at the clock and nodded to himself...15 minutes left until the end of the period. Might as well finish this now. "The rest of you, however, will owe me a 750 word summary of what we have discussed in class today, as well as another 200 words on which of the six philosopher's I have overviewed today you would be most interested in focusing on." <br><br>When the class groaned, Drummon slammed his cane on his desk, causing the sudden loud sound to echo off the walls.<br><br>"This is only the beginning, girls. Now, get out of here. With the exception of you, Ms. Winters. 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 : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 13:34:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Melody smiled as she knew the answer so well. That joy was short lived as he told her she had to write a five hundred word essay. Crap. Well at least she escaped writing more, she felt bad for everyone else. She got off easy. Melody jumped as he cracked the cane on the desk. God he was so intense. When be dismissed the class, she began to rise, then she heard her name. Now what? She sat back down and waited for everyone to leave. When she was alone with him, she looked up. "What did I do wrong sir? I wasn't trying to be wise." She was nervous, god only knew why be wanted her to stay after class.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AtwasAwamps</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 23:36:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nor were you," Drummond said, moving back to his desk. He pulled his chair out and settled in, folding his arms on his desk. "You appear to have an interest in the class material, or at the very least you pay attention. I admit I approve of such things and I'm glad you were able to answer a question." He shuffled through some paper work and then glanced up. "How are you finding your time at St. Catherine's so far? Any run-ins with other faculty?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Saint Catherine's School for S.L.U.T.'s : David Drummond, Philosophy classroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 02:44:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Melody was so happy that he approved of her. She was a good student, and always made sure she proved herself worth of her grades. It seemed that this professor was a lot more civilized despite his stern manor. As he asked her about her time at school, she looked down at the floor. "It's a nice school and all, but Mr. Mercer..." Melody's voice trailed off and she turned red. She could not tell him, as much as she wanted too, but truth was, she was beyond ashamed of what had happened with him a day earlier. Plus she figured Mr. Drummond would never believe her if she told him.
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