School of Hard Knocks. (Jack Stalker and Junki)
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				Title: <strong>School of Hard Knocks. (Jack Stalker and Junki)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 09:26:30</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://img39.imagefra.me/img/img39/1/11/12/madquest8/f_wm7fylm_9404c62.jpg)</div>In the Headmasters Office of the ‘Yellowstone academy for young academics’ the Headmaster, Jason Barrett, was in a foul mood, he was one of the youngest heads the academy had ever seen, with his dark hair and serious chiselled features he looked a little older than his thirty odd years. The reason for his foul mood was that yet again his attempts to have a normal day were being thwarted by the school bad girl, Sarah Hardcastle.<br><br>Sarah was bad, always late, never in the correct uniform, suspected of drug dealing and constantly talking back to the teachers. She would have been expelled months ago, but for three reasons. The first was that her family was rich. The second was that she always seemed to have an explanation for the worst offences she committed and third, and the most important Barrett felt, was that she was the best looking girl in the school and Barrett liked to see her around, especially on any kind of sports day, her legs were incredible and she had the looks of a supermodel.<br><br>He had instructed his secretary, Mavis Cartwright, to send any and all students straight in, he wanted to clear any back log of insolent students and get back to his meditation of how to spend the rest of the day getting away with doing nothing, apart from checking out the short skirts of some of the girls. But already he had been forced to deal with three stupid and arrogant students. He dreaded seeing who would end up in his office next.<br><br>The door to his office opened and in came Miss hardcastle… note in hand, he wondered what it was this time. Making sure to get a nice long look at her legs while not letting her know he was doing so, it was a skill he had picked up working here. He was the headmaster here, after all, and beyond reproach.<br><br>He sighed and steepled his fingers. Waiting for her to walk the length of his office. He was seated at a large oak desk which had two more chairs facing it, located beneath a long window that overlooked the school grounds, grass verges and a fountain. The walls of his office were lined with cabinets that showed various awards and trophies. Two at the end close to his desk were closed and locked. The whole scheme was oak and brown leather seating apart from the sofa and table off to one side for casual chats with parents..<br><br>He only went inside those on special occasions.<br><br>“Yes?” he asked as Miss Hardcastle approached.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: School of Hard Knocks. (Jack Stalker and Junki)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 19:59:24</strong>
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				Another boring day spent in classes, Sarah was just hating it all. Why her parents made attend a private school was beyond her. She was just thankful it was her last year. Unfortunately though, she wasn’t doing so well. Knowing the best person to get her pass the classes, Sarah had spent a couple extra minutes in front of the mirror. Wearing her hair down, she put on her make-up, enhancing her natural beauty. She even decided to wear a black tank-top. Though it was against school dress code, no one ever seemed to complain. Low-cut and form fitting, it showed off god blessed breasts. Deciding to go with a mini, she grabbed her red one. Wearing a thin, tight fitting black tank top, red mini skirt, and black heels, she looked like she belonged dancing at a bar rather than school. <br><br>Smiling as she made her way through the school (once she got there), she went straight to the principal’s office. She was late as usual. “Beauty before Education” had always been her motto. And in her case, especially the boys, would agree. She smiled as she made it passed the secretary. Slipping inside, she made her way over to his desk before sitting down. Her nice tan legs crossing each other, smooth and almost shiny looking. <br><br>She looked forward towards the headmaster. She had to admit that even for his age he wasn’t bad looking at all. Setting her bag down on the floor she soon got into her story of how she really wanted to get her diploma at the end of the year. Having already failed the class once, she didn’t want to go through round two. “I know I’ve missed a lot of school hours,” &nbsp;she said looking at him. “But I really need my diploma at the end of the year. Daddy is going to take away my planned trip to Paris if I don’t get it this year,” she said, trying to pull off a puppy dog face. She twirled a lock of hair between her fingers.<br><br>“I’d be willing to do some extra credit. As long as it wasn’t&nbsp; too hard. Like I could do a carwash and raise some money for the school clubs,” &nbsp;she suggested. She was feeling quite proud of herself that she managed to come up with a fun idea that would help the school and hopefully get her her diploma at the end of the year.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 02:36:47</strong>
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				It was Sarah Hardcastle alright. Anyone else would have been begging to avoid the cane, or detention or a thorough spanking. The Academy was infamous for its views on corporal punishment, although strangely only the girls seemed to actually get caned, in fact if anybody had delved into the school records then they would have seen that the last boy to receive the cane had been thrashed roughly four years ago.<br><br>All the other recorded incidents were of girls.<br><br>Mr Barrett had discovered why that was shortly after joining the school, for one it was more exciting to cane girls, to lift up their skirts, smooth down their panties and then thrash them until their screams vibrated in his pants. Secondly, due to social factors that he could not explain, some girls actually liked it. In fact it was a lot more likely that a girl would enjoy it than a boy, which was good. Mr Barrett never wanted to cane a boy and have him enjoy it, the mere thought of that made him quite queasy.<br><br>Watching Sarah sit down, flashing almost every inch of her legs at him made him raise an eyebrow slightly as he looked at her over his glasses. He did not really need them, but they made him look more officious. He listened intently as she said that she needed her diploma and was willing to work for extra credit. She was talking about a car wash? That was feasible but only if she decided to wear a bikini while she was doing it. That would give the school quite a bit of revenue, plus they could sell the cars belonging to the men that she would give heart attacks to, just for seeing her in some string bikini affair.<br><br>“It’s very good of you to come and offer your services to the school like this, I will bear your offer to wash cars in a string bikini in mind.” He said, making sure to add on the bikini part. “But I fail to see what any of that has to do with your being late or failing, yet again, to arrive dressed in the correct uniform. What do you propose to do to get yourself out of a demerit for that?” his eyes drifted down to her bag. He wondered if she had anything illegal in it to add to the list of ‘crimes’ that was racking up.<br><br>“Would you mind emptying out your bag as well Miss Hardcastle, just to show that you aren’t carrying any contraband. There have been some wild accusations flying about. It would be best to lay the comments to rest before we continue.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 06:56:22</strong>
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				Sarah smirked slightly as he mentioned a string bikini. <em>'Honestly... Even the headmaster knows where the money is at,'</em> she thought quietly. However, the smirk soon faded off her face as the headmaster dove into all the things she had done wrong, as if she didn't know them already. She many recordings of the secretary on her home phone to her parents. Running a hand through her hair she merely shrugged her shoulders. It wasn't as if her own logical reasonings for those things would make sense to a man who sat behind a desk talking to people all day would understand.<br><br>She looked at the man suspiciously as he asked to search her bag. There really wasn't much in it. Just a half sheet of notes, a math journal, hair brush, lip gloss, tampons, her wallet, cell phone, and a couple unused condoms. She was prepared for whatever situation that she mind end up in. <br><br>Shifting slightly in her seat, there were things she didn't want the man to see. It wasn't his business afterall to know her social life. "I promise you that there isn't anything illegal in there." she said. There really wasn't. "Just a few personal items and my math journal." she said looking at him, praying to God that he wouldn't push it.<br><br>She quickly shifted the topic back to how she planned to repent from all her wrong deeds. "What do you say Dr. Barrett? Car Wash? I can do other things too if a car wash isn't enough. I just know there is no way I can learn all the material I've missed and be able to pass." &nbsp;She paused for a moment in thought. A list of activities came to mind. Such as being the "mermaid" for the dunking booth, or hosting a dance. "What do you suggest I do?"
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				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 10:33:29</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">ooc: Feel free to use colored txt… I like it, but when I’m posting at work I don’t have the option to use it (long story)</span><br><br>Mr Barrett noted her refusal to answer his questions and empty her bag. Was her head simply vacant or was it wilful insolence? He could not quite decide. His interest was taken by her list of things to do to raise money. The school would absorb all the profits of course, after he had balanced the books of course, skimming off a tidy sum. It was a shame that he could not clone Sarah and have three of her doing everything that she had mentioned.<br><br>He adjusted his glasses. “I think that the booth, car wash and dance are all good strong ideas, I will certainly suggest we do the car wash. But what the school really needs is a regular source of income, something that could be done on a weekly basis.” he paused. “As for giving you enough credit to make up for your amazing lack of work this year, well I have to say Miss Hardcastle, that would take some sort of a miracle. You surely can’t expect to strip down and wear a bikini to a car wash and have that allow you to sail through to a passing grade? How old are you? The real world simply doesn’t work that way."<br><br>He leaned back, apparently deep in thought. "There are some activities that you might be able to help me with but they are a little unorthodox in nature. To be honest I’m not sure that you are mature enough to handle them. I’ll tell you what, I will speak to you back here after lessons are finished tonight and I will discuss my propositions with you then.” he smiled, leaning forward. “You can go now Miss Hardcastle.” &nbsp;<br><br>He waited until she was standing And turning to leave before speaking again, because it gave him another extra look at her buttock skimming mini skirt and amazing legs. Not that anybody would notice that he was checking her out because he was, of course, beyond suspicion of engaging in that sort of behaviour. <br><br>“Oh, one more thing. Please empty out the contents of your bag on my desk, so that I can check the contents. As I told you to mere moments ago. Plus consider yourself in detention in room 204 tonight. I will be holding it myself so don't think about skipping it or being late.” he checked his diary. <em>204... The art room</em>. Miss Hardcastle would be the only one there in detention. He gave a satisfied smile.<br><br>“The bag, Miss Hardcastle.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 23:13:02</strong>
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				Smiling at the approval of her ideas, it was soon replace with a frown as the man told her it would not be enough. Glaring at him slightly, she crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm nineteen sir. And I do believe I know how the world works. It's amazing what people will give you if you give them a kiss or a view of your ass.... I mean... bottom. Why just earlier this week the old man at the gas station gave me my favorite drink and a candy bar simply because I asked him where the bathroom was. Of course I asked him nicely with a 'Pretty please and a cherry on top'." &nbsp;she shrugged at the memory, trying to figure if that was the reason why he gave her the snack. Not even thinking about the short shorts and lowcut belly shirt she had on. "People are always talking about how the "real" world is suppose to be hard and complicated. But Mr. Barrett, the world is filled with kind people to make it not so hard." she smiled. <br><br>Sarah uncrossed her arms and listened about some activities that she could help him with. She sighed slightly after she heard that she was going to have stay back after her lessons. About to interject with the four o' clock facial, she dropped it and simply nodded. "Alrighty then. See you later Mr. Barrett..." she said, adding more emphasize on his name. She wasn't exactly thrilled the whole after classes thing, but as he told her, she went to her lessons. At least she was about to....<br><br>Hearing Mr. Barrett call out to her one last time, she cursed under her breath. She cursed under her breath once again as she heard that she had detention. Sarah slowly turned around as he called her name and moved back towards his desk. Setting her bag on his desk, she scooted it so it sat in front of him. "Knock yourself out..."<br><br>She stood there with her weight shifted on hip as she looked down at him. "Be sure to take your time." &nbsp;She wasn't exactly in a rush to get back to class due to the fact that not only was she going to be spending time with Mr. Barrett after school, she was spending time in detention. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 10:59:35</strong>
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				<em>‘Really, you procure favours and items by flashing parts of your body at people. It’s good to hear that you have a grasp of the economics of being a slut.’ </em> Thought Barrett, but he did not say it of course, he was the Headmaster and beyond reproach.<br><br>“I think you’ll find that the gas station attendant was taken with your outfit. If I know men that is, which of course I do, being one myself. You see Miss Hardcastle, men respond a little differently to girls like you than the boys you might find around here. I would say that he probably found you irresistible in your school uniform, but you never seem to wear it. Still considering the outfits that you do wear I’m sure you had something on to show off those legs of yours.” &nbsp;he laughed, an inappropriate response he knew but sometimes the madness of the students got to him. <br><br>He emptied out the bag she had tossed onto his desk, standing up as he did so, it would not do to have Miss Hardcastle standing over him when he was speaking, she needed to be looking up at him when he spoke. He was in charge after all. He could not allow students to talk down to him, not even the prettiest one. Her items spilled across his desk and of course his eyes went to the ones that he assumed he would not find. So, she was a slut.<br><br>“What are these?” he asked her, pointing to the condoms. “Perhaps there is another reason you think the world is such a wonderful place filled with kind people waiting to help you out. What would your parents think about you wandering about the school with these? Really Miss Hardcastle, you should consider yourself very lucky that I am willing to come up with an idea to help get you the extra credit you need to pass, considering the amount of liberties you take. I suppose these items are something else you would like me to add to the list of thing you would like me to ignore? They’ll have to be confiscated of course.” He looked at her.<br><br>“So Miss Hardcastle, how long have you been getting these favours from people? Exactly what methods have you been using? I never thought that you were as bad as some of the rumours that have been circulating have indicated, but perhaps you are the worst girl in the school. Well? What do you have to say about the condoms?” &nbsp;he kept a neutral expression on his face, but inside he was grinning. Sarah was certainly looking to be the right stuff. “And call me Sir, Mr Barrett is for situations where you aren’t in so much trouble. Jason will be for… well, I don‘t think you will ever be good enough to call me that.”
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				Post by: <strong>Junki</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 15:38:26</strong>
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				Sarah only rolled her eyes after he spoke about her clothes. It wasn't the first time someone had said it was because of the things she wore or how she carried herself. However, she really refused to believe it. She liked the thought of the old man giving her free stuff simply because she appeared to be nice. And not nice as in a slut either. A good person. But instead of saying anything that probably wouldn't do any good, she dropped it.<br><br>She watched as her things were dumped across the desk. She looked down at the small handful of condoms came out too. She moved a hand to her hip as he dove into judging the situation and asking a bunch of questions. "My parents could careless about what I did in my personal life." she said looking at him. It was true. They only hoped she would get married to a rich man and perhaps get into the same sort of career as themselves. However she wasn't going to get into a big sob story. "I don't know what is so wrong with having condoms in my own purse. I take it to other places aside from school and no one seems to mind." she said looking at him. She paused for a second. "Wait... It's not like I use them here!" she exclaimed. She didn't want them confiscated- not that she couldn't easily get her hands on some more, but she felt she had the freedom to have them. She moved back and sat in the chair, crossing her legs, her skirt on the verge of revealing more.<br><br>She propped her elbow on the armrest and rested her head in her hand as the questions continued. She let him finish before she spoke. "Well <strong>Sir</strong>... I haven't been getting favors for people. I'll have you know that I only sleep with my boyfriend." Of course she had been through a couple handful of those in the past year, but nevertheless it was still out of <em>love</em>. Remembering the comment about being the worse girl in school she only thanked him. "As for the condoms... I already said they were for my boyfriend. He doesn't even go to this school." she said looking at him. "He goes to the community college and works in a cafe." Though by cafe she really meant bar. However she wasn't going to tell him that. <br><br>Standing back up she leaned over the desk, placing her hands over belongings. Looking up at a smile stretched across her luscious lips. "Will that be all for now Ja-...Sir?" almost saying out his name. 
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