Catholic School Confidential
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				Title: <strong>Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 19:04:36</strong>
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				<em>Mathim and Jazzy</em><br><br>I'll leave this post blank to add in additional information as we move the story along.&nbsp; :)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 19:06:05</strong>
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				The day started off well enough for Katrina Price.&nbsp; She was up just after the sun itself, afforded plenty enough time to bundle up in sweats, slip downstairs, pluck an orange from the fridge and take a short walk.&nbsp; With a moderately sized two-story brick home on the outskirts of their relatively rural, cozy mountain town, the young woman had little to worry about and so very much to appreciate.&nbsp; Crisp, cold air invigorated groggy lungs from the very first breath, and she never took for granted that haze of ghostly fog rising up about the sporadic covering of trees on their acre and a half of wooded paradise.&nbsp; Off in the distance those massive mountains were even something of a comfort to her, a familiar sight she so rarely grew tired of.&nbsp; Then again, sometimes it felt like they were starting to encroach on her from all sides.<br><br>After enjoying her breakfast, Kat made way back into the house just in time enough to cross paths with her mother.&nbsp; Situated ahead of the kitchen table, the apron clad woman held a stern glower on her middle daughter whilst tentatively ignoring the shrill protests of her youngest child sat alone on its far end.&nbsp; Simon Price had never been a particularly agreeable child when it came to food.&nbsp; For a moment it seemed to the young woman that her mother would lash out for one reason or another, but as luck would have it she left it at that stare.&nbsp; Only when Katrina made for the stairs did she call out, "You better hurry.&nbsp; Your father's going to be running late like he does every other Thursday."<br><br>It was definitely shaping up to be a run-of-the-mill day.&nbsp; Put off but far from derailed, Katrina headed upstairs to get ready for school.&nbsp; After a shower and dressing, she still had ten whole minutes to read before those telltale thumps of her father trudging downstairs sounded out.&nbsp; Scrambling with an abrupt frenzy which suggested she might actually get left behind, the young woman slipped her navy blue sweater on, slung her backpack over the left shoulder and scrambled downstairs.<br><br>Twenty minutes later, Katrina emerged from her father's sleek, silver couple without so much as a word.&nbsp; They rarely talked.&nbsp; To the young woman it felt as though her parents had learned to take her understated, predictably responsible demeanor for granted.&nbsp; No matter how well she did, they only seemed to notice the mistakes and regard her with contempt.&nbsp; It didn't really hurt, but living in such a way for a few years had driven her into a certain state of emotional numbness.<br><br>The school commons' area was packed as was often the case at five minutes prior to homeroom bell.&nbsp; Students at the school all wore uniforms, making for a fairly matching crowd.&nbsp; The boys all wore proper blazers -- navy blue -- and slacks in addition to a buttoned up shirt and solid tie.&nbsp; Kat and most every other girl, meanwhile, wore a green and navy plaid pleated skirt, white blouse and navy sweater in addition to solid white saddle shoes and matching knee socks.&nbsp; With shoulder length locks of fiery red tied back into a single ponytail, the young woman made way for her usual group of friends.&nbsp; Like most they were huddled into their own loosely tied circle.<br><br>"Mrs. Rames totally saw it," a young woman named Tiffany offered, shifting to the side as Kat stepped into the frenzy.<br><br>"She didn't see a thing," another -- Janie -- said with a reassuring roll of the eyes.<br><br>"Then why'd she storm back in here so quick and head for the office?"<br><br>By now Kat's curiosity was piqued.&nbsp; She leaned in and whispered to one of the young women not involved in the exchange.&nbsp; "What happened?"<br><br>Before that girl could speak, Tiffany interjected.&nbsp; "She saw Janie and me smokin' out back awhile ago-"<br><br>The argument could go no further, as the very teacher they were speaking of emerged from the office.&nbsp; This alone was enough to draw everyone's attention, even Kat's.&nbsp; Sure enough, a spectacled gaze fell dead ahead onto their group.&nbsp; With a stern glower, the grey headed Mrs. Rames set to meandering through the crowd and headed for them.<br><br>Tiffany leapt and quickly shifted her right hand in against the folds of Kat's backpack where it hanged draped over her shoulder.&nbsp; The young woman leaned closer, whispering as though the teacher on the other end of that massive room might somehow overhear.&nbsp; "Kat, can you hold these?&nbsp; Please?&nbsp; She'll never look through your stuff, and if I get caught I'm outta here."<br><br>A halfhearted shrug lifted both Katrina's delicate shoulders.&nbsp; Smoking was a stupid habit to be into, but holding onto the things for the sake of keeping her friends out of trouble wasn't a stretch in the least.&nbsp; The young woman gave a hastened nod.&nbsp; "Okay."<br><br>As luck would have it the teacher didn't quite catch Tiffany's movement from across the commons', and even better was the fact that first bell rang out the moment she was within hearing distance of the smallish group.&nbsp; Though the lot of young women were looking towards their teacher with large, nervous and guilty eyes, they'd not hesitate in the least to disperse and make way for their respective classrooms as the gates opened.&nbsp; Mrs. Rames, frustrated, did an about face and stormed back towards the office.<br><br>Homeroom was always a ten minute endeavor, just long enough for teachers to take down any absences and pass along any announcements.&nbsp; &nbsp;Kat passed that time as she often did, her nose burrowed in a book.&nbsp; This time she skimmed through the next chapter of <em>Great Expectations</em>, having neglected the assigned reading last night in favor of <em>Sophie's World</em>.&nbsp; Another bell jarred her from the duty only a page and a half short of finishing, prompting a pleasant smile and even a bit of bounce in the young woman's stride.&nbsp; She made way into the hall, headed for her first and favorite class of the day:&nbsp; Science.&nbsp; Those cigarettes were far from forgotten however.<br><br>Katrina Price wasn't so engulfed in her own morality that she'd condemn her friends for smoking underage, but carrying those things around was really starting to get to her.&nbsp; The young woman knew good and well that the faculty here at school would never search her, but simply harboring the nasty things was enough to unnerve.&nbsp; With a squeak both feet came to an abrupt halt just outside Kat's destination classroom.&nbsp; She pivoted to the left, turning the backpack draped over her shoulder towards a large, black trashcan sat across from its open door.&nbsp; She carefully peeled its flap back and withdrew the small stinking box, easing them off into the large bin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 19:41:07</strong>
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				Alexander Carstairs had been teaching at the Saint Sebastian Memorial Catholic High School for three years now and was well-liked by most of his students. He himself was not a Catholic but thanks to certain laws he could not be discriminated against during the hiring process and was awarded with the job. In fact he was not remotely religious, and that was the reason he wanted to teach science at the school, since that was the only subject that could not be biased. He was well versed in Chemistry, Biology and Physics and since the school did not mandate the classes be taught separately year by year, he was able to mix in all three during a school year. And the students loved it, learning about how things made sense instead of just believing what they were told without any explanations as to why or how.<br><br>He was a healthy specimen, and single despite his availability and his obvious appeal. He was 26 years old, but already had a Master's Degree in teaching and was making a handsome salary. He kept in good shape jogging early in the morning before the sun came up and making use of the school gymnasium during lunch period, which was an hour unlike public schools' half-hour. A few times he'd caught girls giggling and checking him out, but then blushing and running off when they realized he'd noticed.<br><br>There was a fairly simple reason he didn't date or have a steady girlfriend-practically the entire town was Catholic, hardcore at that, and things like that were frowned upon, especially since if he entered a relationship, he would have no intention of waiting until marriage for sex. And that sort of thing could give the school an excuse to fire him, if he had that sort of reputation circulating around town. After all, in a town like that, no one ever seemed to remember that gossip was frowned upon in the bible.<br><br>Although most of the other male teachers wore incredibly uncomfortable-looking suits that looked more like they belonged on a minister, he wore simple khaki slacks, a collared shirt and a vest. Besides, he often dealt with chemicals and things and couldn't afford to risk ruining something that cost hundreds of dollars. So they let him get away with that. But he still couldn't let his fiery red hair grow out any longer than just past the bottom of his earlobe. So every day he trimmed it ever so slightly to keep it the same length so they couldn't complain. He did slick it back so it stayed in place, since it wasn't long enough to tie back-not that they'd allow it anyway. All of those rules were beginning to get to him lately. He was starting to feel more rebellious than usual, wanting to break some rules to get back at them but not wanting to suffer the consequences. No such opportunity would ever present itself, though, that was for certain.<br><br>His dark blue eyes were gentle, and his face was soft and fatherly, since he made sure to grow out his beard. It made him look at least five years older since he was so young compared to the other teachers, they wanted to ensure the girls would not find him attractive. It was suggested politely that he do that, but he did it anyway just because he agreed. It wouldn't do to have the girls want to get too close to him...after so many years without any real action, he didn't want to give in to temptation. Though his willpower was waning now that he'd waited a year since putting in an application at a university on the other side of the country. Catholic schools had such high standards, they were excellent references. He was still waiting to find out if he'd been approved for a position, that would give him an even more impressive salary and of course, freedom from a town like the one he was stuck in.<br><br>He walked down the hall of the school that morning, briefcase in hand, getting ready to open up the classroom and prepare to set up the day's lab experiment. He didn't believe what he saw, though. One of his more well-behaved students was pulling a pack of cigarettes out of her backpack and throwing them away. No matter the circumstances, that was unacceptable, especially from her. She ought to have known better! He trusted her to always know right from wrong, since she was always the one he'd ask to volunteer to assist him when he needed help.<br><br>"What is this?" he scolded her after sneaking up behind her carefully; his soft shoes helped him avoid being heard. He took off the lid of the trashcan and pulled the cigarette pack out. "What are you doing with these?" he demanded. He unlocked the classroom door and pointed inside, insisting she enter so he could discuss this with her and not have any observers find out. These matters were supposed to be dealt with privately, though given the rate of gossip of parents, the school was abound with rumors and such news. He forced her to sit upon her desk and stood before her, arms crossed. "Explain yourself." he frowned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 21:06:41</strong>
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				Yes, the day had been one to fit the standard, yet in an instant that all came to a very jarring halt.&nbsp; Startled enough to leap as she felt the sensation of someone larger stepping up behind, Kat twisted and lifted large, apologetic amber eyes onto Mr. Carstairs.&nbsp; She'd recognized his voice, but now seeing such an atypical, disapproving look in his gaze instilled in the young woman an immense sense of guilt.&nbsp; It was enough that she promptly lowered her eyes and closed them whilst the sound of rattling keys spelled out an impending punishment.&nbsp; <br><br>As was always the case the few times Katrina had gotten into any real trouble, she'd been in over her head without knowing it.&nbsp; Taking the cigarettes for Tiffany had been going out on a limb.&nbsp; She'd known better, but a pristine reputation and near friendships with most faculty in the school had led the young woman into a false sense of security.&nbsp; Now, ashamed and dreadful with that weight of a sinking heart thumping along in her chest, she could do no more than trudge along behind her teacher.&nbsp; Led to a desk at the front of the classroom, Kat sank into its uncomfortable plastic seat even as both pale hands fell to her lap and set to smoothing the edges of her skirt out.&nbsp; With knees bent in to rest against one another, the motion became an idle, nervous fidgeting of sorts as though she somehow expected to draw the blended fabric further down along either milky thigh.<br><br>The scolding tone in Mr. Carstairs's voice was a familiar one, but this was the first time Kat had ever felt it directed at her.&nbsp; That she got along with the man normally only made it worse, leaving her to feel as though she'd somehow disappointed him on a personal level.&nbsp; Even that look in his eyes resembled a parent's stern gaze.&nbsp; If she thought he was mad, though... What would her mother or father do?<br><br>After several moments pouted lips pursed.&nbsp; Kat lifted her head, but enlarged pupils shifted out onto the bland desktop before her.&nbsp; <em>"Mr. Carstairs, I was holding them for someone.&nbsp; Really!"</em><br><br>By her last word Katrina lifted a more frantic and direct stare onto her teacher.&nbsp; A set jaw and quivering lower lip began to sway along with the rest of her head as she shook it with livid denial.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 21:17:14</strong>
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				"I don't care." he told her flatly. She was obviously so nervous, that whether or not she'd actually smoked them, she was guilty of something. "That's still something you should not have done. You know that possession of those alone is grounds for expulsion, young lady. What would your parents say if they found out?" he asked her. He knew that was going to get her. She might even cry.<br><br>He wasn't really angry. Just surprised, a little disappointed. At least if the students did that kind of stupid thing, they were more clever and didn't get caught. And he had always thought she was clever. "Look..." he sighed. "I know you don't want the headmaster to find out about this. And I know you certainly don't want your parents to find out about this. But I do think you need to be punished, Miss Price. You can't just think that you can do your friends a favor to try and keep them out of trouble, and not suffer the consequences. I want to make sure you walk away from this knowing you should never, ever do something like this again. Do you understand me?" he was firmer now, but not menacing.<br><br>"So what do you think I ought to do with you, hm? Maybe, if I agree to keep this quiet, you keep quiet too? You'll be punished but it will be just between the two of us. Is that a fair deal?" he asked her, not believing what was running through his mind. They still had a while before class started. And she was so scared she'd never say a word, probably even if he hurt her. "But if you agree to this deal, you cannot break it. Your parents will find out and you'll be kicked out of school. You might even be kicked out of the house. I've heard of it happening before, the very first year I started teaching here." he tried to reinforce his seriousness. "Do you swear on the holy bible, to accept this punishment and never speak a word of it to anyone?" he asked her, putting his hand under her chin so she had no choice but to meet his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>08-01-2009, 22:39:26</strong>
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				Katrina's lips fell apart as though she might protest with Mr. Carstairs' each and every syllable along the way, but she'd not utter a solitary sound 'til he finished speaking.&nbsp; It was his remark about her parents which shredded so easily through the tinge of rebellion welling up within her.&nbsp; It didn't seem fair to get in trouble for something so terrible as smoking when she really didn't even do it.&nbsp; Why throw the pack away if they held any value to her at all?&nbsp; Possessing them was against the rules, but it felt like such a technicality.<br><br>Still, something in the way the man looked down on her now provoked wave after wave of mounting fear.&nbsp; At best it seemed Mr. Carstairs wouldn't let her <em>little indiscretion</em> slide.&nbsp; The revelation served only to make the situation seem more hopeless.&nbsp; He was easily their youngest teacher, the one students most frequently identified with because of his readiness to disagree or at the very least debate with the all-powerful establishment in town.&nbsp; In the pleading but silent gaze she now held on his thin, reddish-orange beard, Kat searched for some sign of compassion in her teacher.&nbsp; Maybe it was silly, but she'd always identified so definitively with his avid intelligence and quiet, reserved nature.&nbsp; To Kat there'd been a connection, but now even that was threatened.<br><br>Slowly Kat's softened amber gaze fell away, reluctantly letting up and shifting downward once more.&nbsp; The stare was a shameful one, guilty as charged, yet more important than those feelings of negativity was a swelling sense of dread.&nbsp; The man was every bit right.&nbsp; Her parents might not throw her out of the house, but they'd never let her forget this.&nbsp; Katrina might've been anxious to get out on her own, but not like this.&nbsp; Fluttering eyelids gave some sign of the young woman's discomfort, but it was the return of her pleading and silent stare which conveyed the truest sense of her desperation.&nbsp; Formerly soft eyes now narrowed, squinting outright as her head tilted to the right.&nbsp; In an instant her fears were replaced with curiosity.&nbsp; Was he offering her some form of compromise?<br><br><em>"What kind of punishment, Mr. Carstairs?"</em><br><br>The man's touch against smooth warmth of her chin prompted Kat to lift her head a little further, meeting him in a more direct and inquisitive gaze.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 01:40:37</strong>
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				"Well, I've noticed they no longer use the long stick to discipline you." he replied. "Instead they use empty words, punishments suitable only for one thing, to let you little rebels know that it's all right to break the rules since you won't really have to pay for it at all. Well I'm not going to let you off that easily. You're going to get a whipping. A very thorough whipping indeed. I guarantee you'll never even touch another cigarette in your life after what I'm going to do to you, young lady. And I daresay you might even thank me afterward. It may very well open your eyes to the error of your ways. So, it's either that, or I pick up the phone right now and call your father away from work." he knew that would just scare her all the more; if this happened all at home the tempers wouldn't flare up quite as much, but in the middle of the morning, having to interrupt something important to her father, her family's breadwinner, well, that was the worst imaginable scenario. And he knew it, he knew exactly which buttons to press. That was how things were with overly religious folk, or so he believed; they were remarkably easy to predict and manipulate. And she was no exception to that rule.<br><br>"Well? I'm waiting. Don't make me decide for you, now, or that will just keep happening all your life, you know." he said sternly. That was sure to tempt her into standing up for herself and doing what was best for her, taking the private punishment. And he couldn't wait to administer it. He wasn't ashamed of the video collection on his computer, schoolgirls getting spanked and fucked by teachers, pigtails and glasses, braces and little kneesocks. The next best thing to that was working in a school full of them. It was just a shame none of them, upon graduating, ever looked back...he'd have enjoyed plucking a few choice cherries before they went off to college. Now was his chance to finally live out that fantasy and he wasn't going to give it up without a fight. And to think, this wasn't even planned ahead of time!<br><br>He rapped his fingers on the desk, eyes burning into hers. "Will you agree to play ball, or take your chances with your parents?" he gave her the last ultimatum. He wasn't going to wait for an answer much longer. He was already half-hard under his slacks, and it was hard to keep a straight face imagining her without all that cumbersome clothing...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 06:57:31</strong>
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				A whipping?&nbsp; Katrina couldn't quite believe her ears.&nbsp; So tentative was her calm in this moment that the young woman wouldn't take frantic amber eyes off her teacher.&nbsp; She halfway expected that at any moment he'd break into the jovial laughter she was used to.&nbsp; This could all have been a joke.&nbsp; Mr. Carstairs had genuinely been one of her favorites, but now...<br><br>Why had she let Tiffany do that?&nbsp; A part of the young woman knew good and well it was her own fault.&nbsp; That she had so much respect for her teacher made it much easier not to blame him.&nbsp; Besides, anything was better than letting her parents find out about this, as they wouldn't ever entertain the notion those cigarettes hadn't been her own.&nbsp; Having never really drawn that perplexed gaze away from her teacher, Kat gave a reluctant nod only to repeat it twice more with a little added confidence.&nbsp; So many questions plagued at the back of her mind, but her heart was pounding with the prospect of this all taking a turn for the worst.&nbsp; She didn't want to get into trouble, and Mr. Carstairs did seem to care.&nbsp; He really stood out compared to most of the other teachers who just went through the motions.<br><br><em>"Okay, Mr. Carstairs."</em>&nbsp; The words came in soft murmurs audible only to someone so close as the man stood before her.&nbsp; A moment later saw her gaze averted, uncertain eyes guised behind fluttering eyelashes whilst nervous fingers entwined with one another in her lap.&nbsp; They'd continue that motion of smoothing along the fabric of her skirt in spite of the fact that it wouldn't be able to lay much straighter.&nbsp; Katrina didn't have a clue if her teacher really intended to whip her, but even if he did... Wasn't it worth it?&nbsp; She swallowed heavy and conceded by way of a returned gaze to her teacher.&nbsp; He looked as serious as she'd ever seen him.&nbsp; The grim, straight line of her pursed lips said she too was taking the moment seriously.
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				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 18:51:15</strong>
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				"All right, then." he crossed his arms, suppressing the satisfied grin he longed to show. "Stand up." he stood back to let her up. He turned and walked over to his desk. "Put your hands and head down on my desk, and bend over." he instructed her. Her feet would still be touching the ground but she could rest her whole upper body on the desk. He cleared away some papers and objects so she wouldn't hurt herself. "And no back-talking. You deserve this, and you know it. For all I know this is just one of many bad things you've been doing. This will ensure you never even think of breaking the rules again while you're in this school." he lied. He just wanted her keeping her mouth shut.<br><br>The skirts in his porno movie collection were so much shorter than this, it was difficult not to feel awkward lifting up hers in that situation. "Here, reach back and hold this up." he pulled it up as far as he could, all the way up over her butt, and make her take hold of it so he could still have two free hands. "Not a word." he repeated. He was sure no one would be in the hall to hear them, but still, it was a little risky to make odd noises.<br><br>He hooked his thumb down the back of her panties and began to pull them down. "All right, you're ready for your whipping. You won't be able to sit down without gasping for a week. This is how it used to be done before the people who can't afford private schools like this decided it was too harsh for their children." he exaggerated. "But their little brats run wild, I'm sure you know. Now, this, a proven method to nip bad behavior in the bud. That's exactly what you need. And it better work. If I ever catch you breaking the rules again after this, you'll be in even greater trouble, young lady." he threatened.<br><br>It would start out with a spanking. But of course afterwards, he'd give her a different kind of spanking...on the inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 20:45:51</strong>
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				More and more Kat didn't like this.&nbsp; The unseemly situation filled the pit of her stomach with a deep, all-encompassing sense of dread which would not be swayed by even the most reassuring of glances from her teacher.&nbsp; Not that he was offering such a thing.&nbsp; No, Mr. Carstairs looked as stern as ever when he took his step back, prompting the young woman to lower shamed eyes onto the bland beige desktop before her.&nbsp; Moments later saw either smallish hand draping across its cold, smooth surface as she stood and, with hesitant trudging steps, approached the teacher's desk.&nbsp; <br><br>Stopping when the larger metal hull brushed along the front of her waist, Katrina couldn't help raising the right brow.&nbsp; Her snowy countenance now contorted with a swelling level of confusion, head twisting 'round to the right as she once again latched a dying ember gaze onto her teacher.&nbsp; Confusion now resonated more prominently in Kat's probative stare.&nbsp; Full bubblegum lips tensed with words on the very brink of slipping forth, but she'd never offer them.&nbsp; Something about this felt <em>wrong</em> to the young woman.&nbsp; Difficult as it was to put her finger on, something deep within her felt an urge to squirm at the way Mr. Carstairs now looked on her.&nbsp; Still, she'd not defy him.&nbsp; He'd always looked out for her before.<br><br><em>"Okay,"</em> she murmured, returning phased attention to the desktop only to lean forward.&nbsp; With planted hands to either side of the desk's center, Katrina laid her upper body across its surface with tentative strain.&nbsp; It was anything but comfortable.&nbsp; What's more, the change in position only added to those intense feelings of eerie vulnerability.&nbsp; The teacher's words certainly didn't fall on deaf ears, but since when did high school students get spankings?&nbsp; Once again she dare not speak up.&nbsp; That he'd labeled her another of those <em>brats</em> only struck another light emotional wound in the young woman's mind, prompting eyelids to seal and her head to twist 'round to its opposite side.&nbsp; Then he called her back into the moment, prompting hesitant acquiescence as the left hand lifted and slipped around behind her back.&nbsp; She held the skirt's blue-navy plaid edge up along the back of her waist, offering up an uninhibited view of the white cotton bikini panties beneath.&nbsp; The broad white fabric accentuated both hidden swells given her bent over state, making either look as though it held just a little more baby fat than it truly did.<br><br>This in and of itself was awkward enough to set chillbumps racing along the backs of Kat's arms.&nbsp; From an exposed backside to long, creamy white legs finely toned, there was no longer anything between Mr. Carstairs and the most sacred parts of her body.&nbsp; The whole of her lithe form trembled as she held a clenched jaw forward and now closed both eyes.&nbsp; Most unexpected was the feel of her teacher's thumb suddenly tucking between the snug waistband and warm, smooth flesh of her lowermost waist, prompting a quiet gasp but nothing more.&nbsp; Tiny feet shifted nervously as the young woman held herself over the desk, setting heels together and adding a bit more resistance to the panties as he eventually released them to hang about her shoes.&nbsp; The severity of his actions had Katrina on edge, and so with the last of his words she stammered, <em>"I'm sorry, Mr. Carstairs.&nbsp; I was just trying to help my friends."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 22:37:42</strong>
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				"Then I'm going to have to punish you even more for not naming those friends. Hiding the misdeeds of others is a terrible thing, it is like lying." he was thankful she gave him an even better excuse to do what he was doing, and even more severely now. "Stay quiet now. You're just getting yourself in more trouble every time you speak, can't you see?" he was growing impatient, he had to do this while she was still vulnerable and while he still had the nerve. The clock's hands seemed to be jogging instead of hiking and he was worried he might be caught in the act if he didn't hurry.<br><br>He got her panties down to her knees, wondering if he should lower them all the way to her ankles, but that might scare her too much. "I want no noise, understand me?" he told her. "Put your hand over your mouth if you have to, to keep from screaming out." he instructed her. He thought about taking her panties off and stuffing those in her mouth but again, that would be too much. He was lucky he'd even gotten this far, and she was naive enough to think he was merely going to administer a spanking!<br><br>He rubbed her bouncy peaches gently, pinching softly. "I need to find the spot where it will hurt the most. It won't be much of a punishment if it doesn't hurt badly, will it?" he lied. God, what a waste. She was undoubtedly still a virgin at her age, surrounded by boys who would never even dream of trying to get out of it if they got her pregnant, considering the family attitude about that sort of thing. But he was leaving for the other side of the country soon, so even if by then she did get knocked up, he'd be long gone and she'd probably be too ashamed to name him anyway.<br><br>He cupped her right cheek and drew back his hand, delivering a firm, loud spanking. He pulled back his hand, observing the light red hand-shaped welt, fingers and all. "How many do you think you deserve?" he asked her, though it was a rhetorical question. "I think ten each. One for each cigarette in that pack." he moved onto the left cheek, giving her a bit of a harder one than the last. He knew she wouldn't be able to take much more of this. If she asked him to stop, he could then offer her a different sort of punishment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 01:35:28</strong>
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				Kat couldn't help pursing her lips one last time, but she'd not go so far as to cover her own mouth.&nbsp; Getting herself into more trouble never seemed to be a difficult thing to achieve, yet even then the young woman was far from concerned.&nbsp; No, she was distracted by all this.&nbsp; What exactly was Mr. Carstairs doing back there?&nbsp; Wasn't there something vaguely inappropriate about being bent half naked over his desk?<br><br>It was easy enough to bear his touch.&nbsp; Though it felt innately wrong and even borderline creepy, Katrina could not deny a certain sense of excitement underlying this encounter.&nbsp; Mr. Carstairs had big, strong hands which seemed perfectly suited for the supple flesh of her soft, naked rear end.&nbsp; Warmth between his touch and her flesh quickly intensified with a squeeze, then took another brilliant leap in response to that abruptly swatted smack.&nbsp; The whole of her form jumped a little at its sound, reeling forward even moreso as she laid across her teacher's desk.&nbsp; Knuckles of an outstretched left hand flushed with a more intense white coloration through the pressure of her grip, but Kat dare not let go of her skirt's edge for fear of angering him further.<br><br>Silence poured in, filling the gap between her teacher's question and these increasingly awkward moments.&nbsp; Through the frantic haze of perplexed thoughts inspired by this, only one thing remained certain.&nbsp; Katrina had never quite experienced anything like this side of Mr. Carstairs in any man, and shocking as it was she could glean something positive from it.&nbsp; His reputation and position of authority in her mind only reinforced that she'd earned this.&nbsp; With flawless teeth sinking down into her lower lip, feet once again shifted a little nervously as either imprinted cheek rocked.&nbsp; After a heavy gasp, Kat uttered beneath a breath, <em>"I don't even know how many cigarettes were in the box, Mr. Carstairs!&nbsp; I didn't even look."</em><br><br>The young woman might've felt calm, but her words came shrill and hurried, frantic almost as the fire resonating in her flesh quickly spread down along throughout her legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 18:53:51</strong>
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				"That's not the point!" he snapped. "And I told you to be quiet, didn't I? It doesn't matter how many cigarettes there were, or if you smoked any, you know that. Just having ahold of such an item inside this school, especially when you are underage, is almost a guaranteed expulsion on top of your parents' punishment. Now keep quiet and accept this punishment. That will teach you to help others get away with these offenses." he spanked her again, harder, across both cheeks. "Now look, I've lost count. I'll have to start all over." he grinned behind her back, not letting her see that this was exciting him, not angering him.<br><br>"This doesn't seem to be working on you though, now does it? You still don't seem to think you've done anything wrong at all, and that's the worst part of it! If you don't think you've done wrong you'll keep on doing it regardless of how much you've been punished. I'm going to have to try something a little more drastic. Bite your tongue now, Miss Price, because this is going to hurt in a different way. You'll never be able to use that as an excuse again after this. You'll know for certain the difference between wrong and right now." he told her.<br><br>He zipped down his pants quietly, pushing his briefs down to remove his rock-hard manhood so she wouldn't know exactly what he was doing. "Have you ever gotten a thermometer inside you?" he asked her, poking her asshole between her exposed cheeks. "This is similar. But painful, and it's a pain only girls can feel. It's god's way of punishing you for being a bad girl." he explained, though he left out some very important other details.<br><br>He stood as far back from her as he could, which, considering the length of his cock, was several inches. He didn't want her feeling like he was doing what he was doing, if she didn't feel his body pushing against hers she might believe it was just some kind of tool. But he didn't waste time, he put the head between her dry labia, pushing as far inside her as he could until he reached her hymen. "Here comes the pain, Miss Price. Accept your punishment and we can be done with this." he tried to reassure her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 00:02:27</strong>
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				For all the creative methods of punishment she'd seen in her parents, Kat had never quite witnessed or experienced anything like this.&nbsp; There still wasn't any denying that something in Mr. Carstairs's touch was welcome, a sort of rugged and unpredictable roughness the likes of which she'd never known.&nbsp; The young woman might've been alot of things -- naive included -- but she was aware of herself enough to recognize when something had its appeal.&nbsp; That she could glean excitement from something so perverse as being bent half naked over her teacher's desk was enough to overwhelm her heart with guilt, and so heavied eyelids sealed shut.&nbsp; Katrina offered no more than a faint, disgruntled sigh without having a clue what the sound of shuffling fabric coming from behind could've meant.<br><br>Then there was pressure.&nbsp; The soft flesh of Katrina's supple cheeks gave way with ease, plenty pliable beneath the stronger man's hands in spite of splotched regions of pink still warmer to the touch than elsewhere.&nbsp; The urge in Katrina to lift and twist her head around, to see what exactly was happening, had become almost undeniable, and still fear dictated that she keep her head to the front.&nbsp; So unexpected was the sensation of his finger against the tiny entrance nestled between either globe that the young woman crumpled further forward against the desk.&nbsp; She let loose of a soft whimper, then clenched her jaw and concentrated more fully on being quiet.<br><br>Now a smell.&nbsp; It was faint and subtle, yet like the mysterious nature of her teacher's touch Kat couldn't deny to herself that something about it was nice.&nbsp; Its effect was near intoxicating, prompting deeper, fuller breaths even as a most unexpected sensation like pure fire followed that innocuous pressure.&nbsp; As luck would have it the young woman's reflexes kicked in this time, a set jaw making it much easier to constrain the would-be yelp to a muffled howl.&nbsp; Inflamed lips, their rednenned petals already warm and a little prepared for what came given the moments leading up to this, accepted Mr. Carstairs most graciously.&nbsp; By the time he halted, Kat hissed back through clenched teeth.&nbsp; <em>"Nnnh!&nbsp; Mr. Carstairs?"</em><br><br>With her back arched and the one hand still laid across the desk now branching across the top of her head, Kat made some effort to tuck contorted and paling features into the unaccommodating wooden surface.&nbsp; Hiding her face did nothing to pry the rest of her free from that guilt, nor would it quell the sudden inexplicable excitement welling up within.&nbsp; The heat of her body contradicted all these signs of discomfort.&nbsp; Velvet inner walls followed the same pattern, caressing and slicking her teacher's girth with a natural nectar which seemed to be growing more ample by the moment.&nbsp; Even now tense arms and legs shifted, the hand gripping to her skirt very nearly losing to its handful of fabric as the weight of her teacher seemed to drive her further forward over his desk.&nbsp; Quivering thighs soon began to draw just a little further apart without conscious thought or effort.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 18:43:29</strong>
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				She wasn't telling him to stop or calling him on what he was doing-was she really that gullible? Or was she-dare he even imagine it-enjoying this? Her moistening pussy was suggesting the latter, unbelievable as it may have sounded, but then-these were the most repressed young girls he'd ever encountered. Besides, she was the good girl! She wasn't the one smoking or breaking the rules, and she was helping her friends out of the goodness of her heart. Of course she'd be the most repressed of all!<br><br>He held his breath, and pushed all the way in, breaking past her hymen, stealing away her virginity without the slightest slyness. It was over quickly, and he thanked his stars men were spared from having to endure that, though it was so unfair, he always questioned that in religion and never got a satisfactory answer. Still, it worked in his favor in this situation-she was being punished and this pain was her punishment. Or so she would think.<br><br>"Does it hurt?" he asked her. He withdrew slightly, and pushed back in. "This is a different kind of spanking, young lady, just for naughty girls like you." even though it was her first time he didn't hold back much, he began to fuck her in earnest, getting his overly pent-up rocks off inside her. That being the case, his excitement gave way to carelessness, and he couldn't hold himself back for too long before he was ready to explode. He used one free hand to grab a tissue out of his pocket to clean off the evidence but now the moment of truth was approaching-would she find out what he had done and freak out? Or would she lay there, convinced that she had made the right choice and deserved the punishment?<br><br>He pulled out of her, watching his week's worth of seed dripping out of her all over her panties. He wiped himself off quickly and put his manhood back in his pants before she could muster the strength to turn around and look him in the face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>15-01-2009, 00:15:14</strong>
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				The punishment went fast, much faster than Katrina expected, but there still wasn't any denying what was happening had its allure.&nbsp; Soft features normally so pleasant and comforting were contorted with fervent strain through the course of that first firm thrust and the ensuing tingles of stinging fire which filled her inner walls.&nbsp; &nbsp;The first moments of sex for Kat were more uncomfortable than anything, strained enough that soft lips sealed into something of a grimace even as heavied breaths wheezed and strained against a clenched windpipe.<br><br><em>"Nnh, a little."</em><br><br>At least it ended quickly.&nbsp; Katrina had only just begun to recognize a subtle hint of something delightful, an innocuous tingling and broader, more exciting heat beneath the stinging pain and pressure of her teacher's thinly veiled invasion.&nbsp; Not once had she tried to lift her head and peer around behind.&nbsp; All the young woman's concentration went instead towards staying quiet and bearing the punishment without ever questioning those sounds of exertion and ragged breaths leaving Mr. Carstairs.&nbsp; Eventually it all died down, heralded by a trembling explosion and the feeling of a mess now running down along inflamed lips as well as innermost thighs.&nbsp; Even then she'd not crawl from her spot bent over his desk, only going as far as to speak quietly in a whimpered tone which gave so very little insight into just what she was thinking.<br><br><em>"Is it over?"</em><br><br>Kat hadn't the faintest clue what had just happened, but the flustered feeling now crawling over her skin and those hot flashes welling up from deep beneath the pit of her stomach all appealed to some part of her.&nbsp; Even if she didn't consciously understand, her aching inner walls had accepted and even craved a little more on an instinctive level.&nbsp; More than anything, Katrina was intrigued as well as anxious not to be splayed over her teacher's desk in quite so awkward a position.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 20:02:04</strong>
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				"Yes, yes, I think I've got the point across." he cleared his throat. "Now, pull your panties back up, young lady, and wear them home like that. A reminder of your punishment, until the end of the day. And don't you ever forget, this stays between us, understand?" he repeated. "Now go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. You're all red in the face." he waved her away, after pulling her up by her shoulder to get her to stop leaning over the desk. He was more of a physical teacher than a talker, as well as in other things. That was why he taught science-it was much more hands-on than almost any other subject. "And be quick about it. I still want you to help me set up today's lab activity." he snapped his fingers.<br><br>Although the classroom had plenty of sinks, he didn't want her staying in there just after the fact. He didn't want her asking any questions or speaking at all, really. He'd give her time to cool and calm down before he faced her again. Hopefully they could go back to just being teacher and student again. Besides, once she turned 18 and got out of her parents' house she'd be fucking guys just like the rest of those horribly repressed girls, so her lost virginity wouldn't be a big deal before her wedding night.<br><br>He washed his hands thoroughly, and sprayed some deodorant down his pants to ensure no one smelled anything unpleasant on him. If they smelled it on her, well, she wasn't the only girl in school doing that, so it wouldn't be that unusual. Luckily it was a very quick experience so he didn't sweat or turn red, nor did his hair come out of place. He needed to keep his composure to be able to teach effectively, if he was distracted, worried or suspicious it would probably come out whether he liked it or not. Thankfully most of the students liked him a lot and wouldn't ever think badly of him. Well, a few of the girls might be a little jealous, but that would be all.<br><br>In any event, he began getting out the day's materials, after which he usually had Katrina distribute and organize them all over the class while he wrote the day's assignment on the board. She wasn't required to do that, it was just her custom and she was rewarded with higher marks for it. That was why he was so surprised she had done that, hiding cigarettes; she was a model student, the most honest and dedicated he'd ever met. But no one was perfect, and seeing that then made him crazy with lust. The idea that she could be corrupt, and his desire to corrupt just one innocent girl (physically, at least) was too much to resist. He didn't regret it now. He knew she'd never tell. Not even her friends. She'd probably lie about ever having been caught, for that matter. After all, if her friends found out, by the next day the whole school would know and then it would all be over for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 18:45:29</strong>
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				From the very moment Mr. Carstairs spoke, that inclination that things were somewhat off became less deniable.&nbsp; Katrina wasted no time in standing upright, dropping hands to her sides and holding shamed eyes onto the ground as she hooked a thumb beneath the waist of her panties at each side and pulled them up.&nbsp; Snugging them about her waist, the same fingertips quickly smoothed the edges of her school uniform down, and then she gave a turn.&nbsp; Amber eyes so strained through the rushed encounter were now visibly jarred and reluctant, unwilling to engage her teacher head on but instead latching onto the loafers on his feet.&nbsp; She nodded hastily, excusing herself without word and making way for the girls' room never even bothering to bring her backpack along.<br><br>Heat.&nbsp; The strong, vivid sensation lingered in wake of her punishment, making the tender flesh between Katrina's quivering thighs sensitive as she'd ever known it to be.&nbsp; There was a little soreness in her now, yet any discomfort was vastly outweighed in light of this intense warmth and the tingling delight it inspired elsewhere throughout her body.&nbsp; Strong as her suspicion might've been that Mr. Carstairs had done something wrong just now, the young woman wore a fairly typical and soft smile in making her way into the bathroom.&nbsp; She'd not linger for long, more anxious to get back into the classroom and probe at her teacher a little more.&nbsp; &nbsp;The urge to go and clean away whatever the sticky moisture he'd left on her was certainly there, but how could Kat know he wouldn't check to make sure it was still there later?&nbsp; What he'd done was a punishment and part of a deal.&nbsp; She certainly didn't want anyone to even <em>think</em> smoking was her kind of habit.<br><br>Katrina returned to the classroom about five minutes later, a newly washed face bearing her typical, neutral smile.&nbsp; Still those amber orbs played hide and seek with Mr. Carstairs, evading him in favor of his shoes, the floor, a wall or anything else readily available.&nbsp; &nbsp; The young woman made her way back to the same desk at the front of her usual row, sinking into its rather uncomfortable seat and once again turning knees snugly in against one another.&nbsp; Slender arms folded left-over-right whilst she struggled not to focus on the awkward silence readily available.&nbsp; Words might have been lingering on the tip of her tongue, but before a syllable could be uttered one other student came strolling in through the door.&nbsp; The young fellow was also speechless as he made way for the far back corner of the classroom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 18:56:27</strong>
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				Katrina had taken longer than he expected, so Mr. Carstairs set up the lab himself in addition to the board assignment. It wasn't a complicated one, and thankfully it had nothing to do with what he had done to Katrina just minutes ago, so she wouldn't have to 'gasp' or anything like that at the memory. He just hoped she didn't walk funny or gasp when sitting down. As the other students began to trickle in, he stood in front of his desk, putting his hands on it to balance himself as he faced the class as he always did, so casually, and he felt the warmth of her body still lingering on it. He made certain not to even look in her direction for the rest of the day.<br><br>"Good morning, class." he smiled. "This is Chemistry day." he had divided the class into Biology, Chemistry and Physics for the three days of the week Science class was taught. "We're going to be experimenting with chemical reactions in metal. You know, how rust forms on iron? The combination of oxygen and iron creates the rust compound, so we're going to try a few variations of that. We're going to turn a penny into silver, and gold." he grinned. The class gasped in excitement. "Just kidding. But it'll look like silver and gold when we get done." he laughed.<br><br>He set them up at their respective tables and supervised. Most of the students worked alone, because there were far more lab stations than in public schools. So Katrina could work alone if she desired-but would she want a friend to be with her right now, or to be left in solitude? He hoped she wasn't having second thoughts about keeping her mouth shut. He stayed silent, praying to a god he didn't even believe in that she would keep to their deal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>17-01-2009, 22:26:45</strong>
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				Chemistry day.&nbsp; All told, it was Katrina's least favorite, but she harbored a genuine interest and intrigue for the field of science.&nbsp; Physics captured the young woman's imagination, and most things biology settled quite well with her avid, open minded outlook.&nbsp; Chemistry, on the other hand, felt more abstract.&nbsp; Symbols, microscopes and calculating the movement of electrons was simply too <em>out there</em> for the young woman to grasp, and so she cringed at the announcement.&nbsp; That didn't stop the rest of the class from dutifully climbing out of their seats and dispersing into singles and pairs.&nbsp; Kat was behind the lot of them, climbing to her feet with a sort of deer in headlights look.<br><br>By now there was no mistaking that Kat was a little bewildered.&nbsp; Stood beside her desk, the young woman's gaze wandered her teacher's classroom as if in a bit of a daze, lighting across each student but inevitably settling on her teacher.&nbsp; The two shared a silent stare that left little question of the uncertainty and downright apprehension she felt.&nbsp; In spite of all that confusion however, she managed a small, entirely hollow smile before those flawlessly white shoes carried her in trudged steps towards an empty workstation.&nbsp; Kat sank onto its seat and set to work, ignoring her friend Janie altogether as the girl gestured for her to join in from across the room.&nbsp; She certainly couldn't blame her friends, but Katrina wanted to be left alone right now. <br><br>Try as she might, Kat couldn't even concentrate.&nbsp; The heat meshed with excitement from her encounter with Mr. Carstairs inspired as much curiosity and question as it did pleasure.&nbsp; Now, with all that dying down, curiosity took the charge.&nbsp; Through squinting eyes and a contorted, thougthful grimace, Katrina pretended to work whilst her thoughts traced again and again along each and every detail of her punishment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>18-01-2009, 00:28:17</strong>
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				Chemistry was highly mathematical, that was what most students didn't like about it, so he tried making it as fun as possible with these labs. Kat, he noted, did moderately well in Chemistry classes but showed little enthusiasm. If she needed help or anything, she was always free to ask. Curiously enough, although she always volunteered to help him with classes, she never asked for help herself. Neither did any of the other students, actually, he thought. Was he just that good a teacher that everyone understood the material when he presented it? Then again he knew that around town his reputation wasn't very well-received. Being single at his age and not attending church, he supposed most students' parents didn't want them being around him any more than necessary. But he had a habit of making it clear that, no matter what, students could come to him with anything and it would be held in strictest confidence.<br><br>Kat was flying solo that day, he noticed, so he left her well enough alone despite the absence of any negative expression on her face. Maybe she was just going to pretend it had never happened, try to forget about it. That was what happened in so many cases, he knew, maybe by the time she ever got around to telling someone what he did, the statute of limitations would have passed. It was a joking thought, but if he needed to he could always flee to Canada. He had some distant relatives there he could ask for help if need be.<br><br>The students were always chatty when doing labs, since there wasn't a lot to concentrate on. Kat, of course, was silent and methodical as she performed her tasks. Usually she was more chipper and talkative, always partnering up with a friend for these. He decided to keep her close, for observation. If she continued this behavior for long enough, he'd start to panic. Someone else would be bound to notice something was wrong. And if it had something to do with school, well, the town's least favorite faculty member would be at the top of the suspicion list. He decided to keep her after class to try and get her to accept a proposal. If she wanted to keep on the straight and narrow, he'd let her do some advanced experiments in private with him, and perhaps even be able to earn a scholarship if she helped him successfully complete the experiments. If she was convinced then, that he had her best interests at heart, no matter what punishment he'd put her through, she'd start thinking better of him. It was his only real hope of ensuring she never confessed to anyone what he did. He just hoped she wasn't the sort to go confessing sins at church. Those hypocrite priests never kept their mouths shut about people's sins.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 04:24:15</strong>
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				Katrina might not have had any real appreciation for Chemistry, but she paid attention enough to busy herself through the class's long lab period.&nbsp; While other students chattered and meandered between workstations, the unassuming and often quiet Kat busied herself shifting between a series of beakers and an open notebook binder.&nbsp; The beakers were a part of the task at hand, Mr. Carstairs's lesson of the day.&nbsp; The notebook was meant to serve the same, yet rather than use it to record her results the girl scribbled a long, rambling stream of disjointed thoughts as they poured forward.&nbsp; Some part of her thought it might serve as the starting point for a long procrastinated English narrative due later next week, but deep down she just needed an outlet.<br><br>Again and again Kat traced through the encounter with her teacher.&nbsp; Almost as interesting as whatever the man had done was the drastic change in his own behavior.&nbsp; Leading up to the punishment he'd been as stern and unforgiving as she'd ever seen, yet by the time they finished he was decidedly uncomfortable; maybe even flustered.&nbsp; What did that mean?&nbsp; Had he felt he'd gone overboard, and what would he say if she tried to probe a little more at whatever he'd done?<br><br>The young woman's thoughts inevitably ended up at the strange, husky words she'd heard Mr. Carstairs uttering to her from behind.&nbsp; Though the act they'd been taking part in might've eluded her, she remembered all too vividly how the rougher, hairy faces of his legs had been brushing into the smoother flesh of her exposed backside.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even that steady momentum they'd shared in those fleeting moments appealed to a side of Katrina she was, as of yet, oblivious to.&nbsp; Now her attention seemed turned towards asking questions, to understanding what her teacher had done and whether or not this excited, restless feeling would ever go away.<br><br>Largely uncertain amber orbs lifted and wandered towards Mr. Carstairs frequently throughout the class, but not once would Katrina leave her workstation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 19:42:26</strong>
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				The lab wasn't supposed to take the whole class but he kept adding new pieces to the experiments to keep them all working up until the lunch bell. He needed to ensure the class wasn't filled with an uncomfortable silence, since usually after the lab work they all needed to sit quietly and record their data and calculate, balancing equations. He didn't want that silence turning his thoughts back to Katrina, he needed to be alone with her if there was to be any silence. The bell rang and liberated him from his anxiety. He finally made eye contact with her and motioned with his head for her to come speak with him. Luckily no other students ever stayed after so they would be alone again.<br><br>"I noticed you weren't talking to your friend." he started. "I didn't intend for you to stop associating with them, I just wanted to impress upon you the importance of obeying the rules and not covering up for others' wrongdoing. I'm sure if your parents found out about those cigarettes, that would ensure you'd never see or speak to your friends again." he tried to convince her it had been the right thing to do. "Nevertheless, I'm glad you're keeping this to yourself. It wouldn't do to tell someone and get punished twice, now would it?" he smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You've got so much potential, Miss Price, and I'm glad I was able to do that and keep you in school without any other consequences. I wanted to offer you an alternative activity, rather than something that could lead you into temptation again. If you like, you may assist me with some experiments outside of class. I can offer you extra credit, of course, and a very good letter of recommendation for whatever University you may wish to attend after graduation." he offered.<br><br>If only he was this charming when it came to other women...but in this town they'd see through it in a minute, that sort of charm meant he was only after one thing. And even though they'd have loved to give it up to him, they knew the consequences wouldn't be worth it. Thank god for young girls, he laughed inside his mind. "What do you say? I really need an assistant, and you're the only student I really trust to be on time and attentive for these experiments." he pressed her. If he could get her to accept that, he'd have nothing to worry about. She'd be completely hooked, and unable to ever betray his confidence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 00:35:07</strong>
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				Amid one of those frequent glances to Mr. Carstairs, Kat was almost shocked to make eye contact with the man.&nbsp; Where before this might have inspired some degree of pleasantness in the young woman, today she felt an immediate and undeniable urge to look away and down at her notebook.&nbsp; A moment later saw the gaze returned however, and in wake of the shared stare she offered up a subtle, almost hesitant nod.&nbsp; From there to the end of class, time seemed to go just a little slower, but by the time it was over she was almost anxious to speak with her teacher.&nbsp; All Katrina's questions about the punishment he'd administered were still floating close to the top of her stewing thoughts.&nbsp; The prospect of addressing even a few of those outweighed any sense of anxiety she might have had about being alone with the man.<br><br>Kat approached with slow steps, leaving an open notebook and her unfinished experiment for the day where they were.&nbsp; By the time she'd reached Mr. Carstairs, stood on the opposite side of his desk, slender arms folded tightly over her chest.&nbsp; Pouted lips pursed snug as could be, thinning under the strain whilst their corners stretched into a somewhat grim line.&nbsp; As she listened to her teacher speak, Katrina's left hand lifted only to nervously run along a few dangling strands of fire encroaching on her vision.&nbsp; She'd tuck them behind the same ear before assuming the somewhat defensive pose once more.<br><br><em>"I'm not going to tell anyone, Mr. Carstairs, but..."</em>&nbsp; Kat trailed off.&nbsp; How exactly could she ask the man what had happened without setting him off?&nbsp; Her favorite teacher was acting terribly strange today, but even more disturbing was the way his odd behavior seemed to be rubbing off on her.&nbsp; In any case, the thoughts were abandoned the very moment he reached out and latched a firm grip onto her tiny shoulder.&nbsp; This newly rejoined contact had the immediate effect of flushing both her cheeks.<br><br>Extra credit?&nbsp; A letter of recommendation for college?&nbsp; Both items were greatly sought after in the halls of their school, but Katrina had never known Mr. Carstairs to offer anything of the sort.&nbsp; Then again, apparently there was a lot she didn't know about him.&nbsp; More than her desire for either of these things however, Kat was curious.&nbsp; Why was he suddenly offering these things?&nbsp; That it had something to do with the punishment earlier seemed a given, but for the moment she was content to simply assume that.&nbsp; A snowy, slender face gave a thoughtful leftward tilt whilst amber orbs remained engaged with his own.<br><br><em>"What kinda extra credit?"</em>&nbsp; If it was chemistry, Kat thought, she'd almost definitely have to turn him down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 20:20:02</strong>
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				"I'm glad you asked." he smiled, an invisible, silent sigh of relief escaping from within. "Whatever grade you have now can be increased even further, possibly up to a 100%, or maybe more. Wouldn't that be lovely, getting you on the honor roll, maybe even making you Valedictorian material?" he explained. No one in the school managed such grades, in any class, so the offer would tempt the skirts off of probably every other girl in the entire school.<br><br>"If you don't want to, I understand. I've probably made you feel differently about me, even though that was not my intention. I just want what's best for all my students. Discipline isn't pretty, but it is necessary, you know. I would be willing to bet you'd have been quite upset for a long while if I'd informed your parents." he put his hand on her shoulder. "I was hoping this would help us move past that and go back to being on good terms, as teacher and student. You are very bright, and I want you to be able to succeed. If your friends won't change their wicked ways, they won't get very far. But I know you will, you can learn from your mistakes. Now I just want to give you another boost to help you go even further in life." he lied. But it was such a beautiful lie.<br><br>"If you need time to think about it, you may take a few days. It will be several after-school hours each week helping me, so if you have other commitments, don't feel that you need to do this. A door never closes without another opening; just because I had to punish you does not mean I cannot reward you." he explained. He was starting to get hungry now, and his thoughts were a bit jumbled. "Come now, it's lunchtime and you might need to get some food in you to maintain your blood sugar." he made a scientific excuse to give her some time to mull things over. At least she had said she wouldn't tell anyone. He believed her, she was not a liar (well, normally.) "If you make up your mind today, just come back to the classroom after final bell." he told her, heading in the opposite direction down the hallway towards the teachers' lounge. By now, he was able to massage his temples and get his head on straight. Now he could look the other teachers and students in the eyes without feeling too massively guilty. And a good thing, too. Acting suspiciously in someone as normally straight-laced as him would definitely be discovered very quickly and easily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 01:16:26</strong>
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				Above all else, it was evident to Kat that her teacher still wasn't acting like himself.&nbsp; Sure they'd talked things over in the past, but now his each and every word felt as though it could hold so many different meanings.&nbsp; Even more surprising was a faint but noticeable scent which seemed to carry so well given their proximity.&nbsp; Large amber eyes widened just a little as their pupils shot to the movement of Mr. Carstairs hands.&nbsp; A moment later, and she was looking into his eyes once again.<br><br><em>"100%,"</em> Kat questioned with a hint of disbelief.&nbsp; <em>No one</em> got a perfect grade; especially not her.&nbsp; Such a revelation inevitably led the young woman's snowy countenance to tilt leftward with a newly visible tinge of curiosity.&nbsp; She thought it over for a moment more, resisting a nagging urge to find out what exactly Mr. Carstairs wanted her to do.&nbsp; He had a point after all.&nbsp; The man had given her a choice, and the punishment she picked was over with now.&nbsp; Even better, Kat had nothing more than long, quiet evenings at home to look forward to after school each day.&nbsp; That suited her just fine.&nbsp; On occasion she'd get together with friends, but more often the young woman found herself indulging in an evening walk and a book.&nbsp; Sometimes she sketched or played around with photography, but neither amounted to more than a casual hobby. <br><br>Katrina's response came with just a little delay, golden irises shrinking by the moment in light of growing pupils.&nbsp; It didn't take an exceptionally perceptive individual to see that Mr. Carstairs had captured her imagination, yet she openly embraced the opportunity to think on it a little while longer.&nbsp; So little had happened today, but the young woman was exhausted with conflicting emotions.&nbsp; In a sign of unease, the left hand rose and quickly twirled two delicate fingertips into a few dangling strands of silken fire.&nbsp; She wove them about the digits in endless, idle circles while they spoke.<br><br><em>"I'll let you know, okay,"</em> she offered, and with that both teacher and student broke away for lunch.&nbsp; The rest of the day went a great deal less smoothly than Kat was used to.&nbsp; Where concentration and listening often came so easily, today she was distracted by a frenzy of incoherent thoughts and desires.&nbsp; An innocuous heat still lingered between her thighs, practically begging for the flesh it resonated beneath to be tested with touches not unlike those she'd felt earlier in the day.&nbsp; By the end of final period she'd made up her mind.&nbsp; Bound and determined, Kat made for Mr. Carstairs's classroom in hopes of catching him wrapping up his own day.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 02:50:21</strong>
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				Last period that day was Mr. Carstairs' off-period, the one time of day he didn't need to teach classes, where he could take time to grade papers and prepare for other classes. He was setting up the day's experiment for that two-hour block in preparation for Kat to arrive. He knew she'd accept. Something in her eyes told him she wasn't going to wander far from him, ever again. It was a well-known fact that most girls who lost their virginities to a man, had a natural instinct to want to remain with him. Whether she knew it or not, she was probably drawn to him like a magnet all thanks to mother nature. And that was fine with him-she had every right to want to be around him now that they'd forged that kind of connection. And of course keeping her close, molding her into his own design, well, that would ensure she'd never betray him.<br><br>The thought nagged at him, though, that since they'd done it unprotected that she might have gotten pregnant from it. So he covered that base as well. When she arrived he had two cups prepared-both spiked with a significant amount of morning-after medicine. Just in case somehow the glasses got switched, he didn't want her missing out on the right one. It wouldn't do much harm to him, just add some unnecessary and increased amounts of vitamins into his system. And of course she never even had to know about it. Besides, she probably didn't even know she could have gotten pregnant from that, these poor sheltered girls. If they ever got raped (well, knowingly, at least) they probably wouldn't even know that they'd gotten pregnant from that, they'd probably believe they were the next Virgin Mary or some crazy thing. Stranger things had happened to zealots and believers.<br><br>Beakers were bubbling and steam was rising when Kat was due to arrive. He left the door open-no one else was likely to happen by, students or faculty. Besides, he was no longer interested in any wrongdoing, at least not anything overtly noticeable. "Ah, I see you made up your mind. I am grateful, these experiments are very difficult to manage on my own. This school's funding is perfect for getting me all the raw materials and space I need, but assistants are hard to come by." he smiled. "Here, have something." he motioned to the glasses on the table, picking his up. "This is part of the experiment. I'm trying to see if I can make an artificial sweetener safer than the others on the market." he lied. But hey, it was pretty believable. "I want you to tell me if it tastes better or worse than orange juice." he explained. It was really just Tang with several packets of Splenda and morning-after pills, but obviously the taste would be so bizarre she wouldn't think it was regular sugar. "Make sure to drink it all. If you don't get enough in your system, I won't be able to tell if it makes you sick or not." he encouraged her. He drained his, just to show her that he was also testing it, confident that it was safe enough to put in his own body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 18:47:49</strong>
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				Katrina stopped in the doorway, but the pause was only long enough that an apprehensive gaze could light across the collection of bubbling beakers and strangely colored liquids.&nbsp; Flawless white shoes squeaked quietly against the tile floor as she proceeded in, her stare immediately turning onto Mr. Carstairs.&nbsp; Her slender chin dipped once in a single, affirming nod.&nbsp; <em>"Yeah, I don't think I can turn down that kind of opportunity and not feel funny about it later,"</em> she murmured by the time there were only a few feet between she and her teacher.&nbsp; Amber orbs still refused to let his go, giving a faint insight to the questions still clamoring about within.&nbsp; Was it guilt that'd spurred him into making this offer?&nbsp; Kat thought so, but truth be told she didn't care enough to turn it down even if that was the case.<br><br>Coming to stand alongside her favorite teacher, the young woman laid snowy fingertips along the cold, black countertop's edge.&nbsp; Her gaze skimmed over the pair of glasses and a strange, orange liquid within them.&nbsp; This was getting stranger by the minute, Kat thought, but she couldn't find it in herself to question the man openly now.&nbsp; Instincts told her to trust him, and so she lifted one of the two glasses only to level its edge beneath her nose for a moment.&nbsp; After a quick sniff, she began to drink.<br><br>It didn't taste good, not by any stretch, but the drink was palatable.&nbsp; After the first swig she drew it away long enough to gasp, then immediately began to drink more in hopes of simply getting it over with.&nbsp; The young woman did her very best not to consider the latter of her teacher's words.&nbsp; She was already halfway through, so if it made her sick she'd just have to deal with it.&nbsp; Moments later, and Katrina sat the near emptied glass down with a quiet thud.&nbsp; A grimace promptly followed, overwhelming her typically relaxed, pleasant features with an unseemly sort of disgust.&nbsp; It was very brief, and after brushing the left wrist across her lips she managed a weak smile to Mr. Carstairs.<br><br><em>"That's <strong>nasty</strong>, Mr. Carstairs,"</em> Kat confessed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 20:13:01</strong>
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				"Thank you for your opinion." he smiled, making a face as he finished the last few drops of his. "Okay, so note to self: Maybe Orange flavor isn't the right one to start out with." he chuckled, starting to write that down. "Well, back to the drawing board, at any rate. Come on over, we can get these other experiments going." he invited her to follow him over to the lab tables. "These are different mixtures of chemical cleaners, and I'm trying to find out which ones, when blended, are better than before, worse than before, or the same. I've been careful not to mix anything with ammonia with anything with bleach. We'd both be passed out right now if I had." he explained; mixing ammonia with bleach made a very potent poison gas.<br><br>He took a glass jar full of something resembling tar. "Okay, can you go and spread this on a few of the desks?" he asked her, pointing to the front of the class. "I'm going to test each of these when they've fully blended. Now, only a few of these cleaners would be able to clean that stuff off, so if at least three of these mixtures can clean them, we're onto something good. We'll be able to save the school a lot of money on cleaning expenses if we can make our own." he explained. He was doing a very good job acting; he'd stopped showing his nervousness altogether. He was glad that, when it came to science, he was all business. It was a good distraction from his other thoughts.<br><br>"Okay, now copy down these chemical formulas and combinations, and make a table so we can record which ones worked and which ones didnt'..." he instructed her as he began testing each one, leaving several desks still covered in the goo. Well, at least he still had plenty of the chemicals that would clean it up alone. "Well, that was disappointing. But at least we know. What did you think of that experiment? Hm? Does that interest you at all? Maybe you'll want to become a chemist in the future, huh? Making medicines or other useful concoctions." he tried getting her to open up. She was being so quiet and concise, he didn't want her to keep bottling herself up like that or she might accidentally blab to someone. "Are you upset with me?" he came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. "I wish you wouldn't be...I really care for you, Katrina." he called her by her first name for the first name. "You deserve to succeed, to be the best, not like those other stuck-up girls. So please, be happy knowing that. Don't let one bad thing make you feel bad for such a long time." he sighed, now rubbing her shoulders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 22:49:36</strong>
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				Sure enough, Katrina followed her teacher and proceeded, quite enthusiastically, to spread the thick, tar-like substance over each desk in the classroom's front row.&nbsp; By the time she'd finished, her features were contorted once again; this time piqued with a scrunched nose none too approving of the bitter odor.&nbsp; In returning it to the table the young woman got her notebook out, yanked free an empty page and began, as instructed, to chart out a table with a line for each chemical compound Mr. Carstairs volunteered.<br><br>With the experiment finished and each desk still stained with a thin streak of pitch black, Kat couldn't restrain her smile.&nbsp; Wide and sincere, she greeted Mr. Carstairs's question with a heartfelt and honest answer, <em>"I like science, Mr. Carstairs.&nbsp; I really do, but chemistry has to be my least favorite thing you teach."</em>&nbsp; A softening grin followed in wake of the words.&nbsp; The young woman certainly didn't want him thinking that the opportunity was one she didn't appreciate.<br><br>The strong, weighted feel of Mr. Carstairs's hands on her shoulders first prompted Katrina to lean forward a little.&nbsp; Hardly anxious to slip from his grip entirely however, she'd lean back just a little after a moment's hesitation.&nbsp; Her head twisted side to side several times quickly.&nbsp; <em>"I"m not upset,"</em> she eagerly contradicted him whilst jotting down the last <strong>X</strong> to signify that none of the compounds had worked.&nbsp; In the interim, she was quite shocked to hear her own first name slip from the man's mouth in such a soft, friendly tone.&nbsp; It was much closer to the Mr. Carstairs she knew, yet this too was altogether different and new behavior.<br><br><em>"I don't feel bad, I just..."</em>&nbsp; In trailing off, Kat bit nervously down upon her lower lip. <br><br>After a moment more of hesitation, she reluctantly added on, <em>"I can't stop thinking about earlier.&nbsp; No one's ever punished me like that."</em>&nbsp; Truth be told, no one had ever <em>really</em> punished Katrina; not at school.&nbsp; Simply thinking about it while pinned between he and the table incited a delightful tingling feeling running up along the very insides of her thighs.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 19:03:58</strong>
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				"Well then, maybe it's a good thing I did that." he replied. "I know you didn't do anything wrong, really wrong that is. Yes, you lied, and you tried to hide evidence and cover up someone else's wrongdoing. Maybe you didn't deserve that punishment, at least, not that harsh. But if I hadn't been the one who caught you, the punishment would have been a lot worse and you'd have been charged with much worse offenses." he reasoned. "I made sure that the punishment would last, so you'd never forget it and remember not to do those things again." he explained. "Maybe if I'd known you better, like this, we could have worked out something less extreme. But I still think it was better than getting your parents or the headmaster involved. Don't you agree?" he continued rubbing her shoulders as he awaited an answer. She was very tense, he felt, so he wanted to continue working her shoulders.<br><br>"I am curious though...towards the end there, I could have sworn you were reacting like you were enjoying it a little bit." he chuckled softly through closed lips. "I wouldn't have thought a girl who'd never done anything to be punished before would enjoy that, even a little, but you are full of surprises, Katrina...Kat." he remembered her friends calling her that. "I wished you'd always stay innocent but when I saw those cigarettes I was so disappointed in you. I wanted to make sure you were punished in a way that would stick, before you started losing your innocence in other ways. I know that sounds like favoritism, but I think you know I'm right. You study harder than the other girls and you don't break any rules for your own gain. How can I not believe that you deserve a better education than them?" he patted her shoulders as he finally took her hands off of her. If he held on any longer he might have been tempted to try and get inside her again.<br><br>"Does it...hurt, still?" he asked her. Losing one's virginity was never an easy thing, he knew, but Katrina was doing remarkably well keeping any pain she might have been suffering hidden from him, and everyone. "If you want, I have some painkillers." he offered. Obviously that wasn't permitted, giving someone medicine at school without a medical license, but he figured since they were both keeping each other's secrets, this wouldn't make much of a difference.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 03:56:22</strong>
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				<em>"I do agree,"</em> Katrina offered reluctantly.&nbsp; With an amber gaze still stuck onto the notebook paper she'd scribbled that table on, the young woman let her teacher speak without offering any interruptions.&nbsp; Rules and rigid discipline were all the rage at their school after all, and by now it was second nature just to defer to adults when they were on a soapbox.&nbsp; As Mr. Carstairs went on, Kat found herself more and more drawn into what he was saying.&nbsp; Sure she put forth more than other girls in class, and it was downright invigorating just to hear anyone in a position of authority give her credit for that.&nbsp; This, in conjunction with a delightfully strong, large grip squeezing at her shoulders, was enough to paint a soft smile along her expression.<br><br><em>"It was strange,"</em> Kat finally volunteered.&nbsp; With the removal of her teacher's grip, she felt encouraged to turn in hopes of getting a fuller look at Mr. Carstairs.&nbsp; In twisting around, soft eyes immediately regarded the man head on.&nbsp; Though at times shy and quiet, the young woman had little difficulty with faculty she felt so close to as this man, and strangely enough their bond felt stronger now.&nbsp; Surely it had something to do with the newfound concern he was showing towards her, but was that all?&nbsp; Even now, Kat wasn't sure.<br><br><em>"I was a little sore, but it's mostly gone now,"</em> Katrina confessed without allowing the newly united gaze with Mr. Carstairs to sever.&nbsp; After a moment the same old blissfully cheerful smile splayed itself across her lips, stretching the corners and lifting them as hands now hanged idle at her sides.&nbsp; She shook her head, <em>"It's okay, but thanks."</em>&nbsp; What now?&nbsp; In the ensuing silence, the young woman felt that familiar sense of awkwardness encroaching on the both of them.&nbsp; She was used to this feeling when some of the guys in school were looking at her, but it never happened around Mr. Carstairs.&nbsp; What had changed?&nbsp; Within a few moments her expression was creased, and her attention had veered away with the evident distraction of deep thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 01:45:59</strong>
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				"I'm glad. We're almost done here, so why don't you help me clean up? I'll start giving you bonus point in the class each time you help me out." he smiled, patting her shoulder more platonically this time, and began to dismantle the experiments while she was to tend to cleaning off the befouled desks. He would have given anything to be able to embrace her, kiss her, lift that skirt up and start diddling her. Did she have to be such a deliciously obedient little Catholic School Girl? God, if only he'd grown up in a town with a Catholic private school...well, he'd probably already be a father if that was the case! But Katrina was just so...refreshing. Most of the girls in the school were just as he said, spoiled brats who broke the rules just to spite their overzealous parents, who gave them the world, the ungrateful little sluts. But Katrina was genuine, good-hearted, hard-working and...so beautiful and energetic. He couldn't help feeling that he would have done something like this to her even if she hadn't broken the rules. He'd have found a way under that skirt one way or another.<br><br>(I have to go soon, so it might end abruptly.)<br><br>"I'll see you tomorrow." he smiled, patting her on the butt in a friendly 'I'm your senior and therefore your superior, but this is a compliment' sort of way as he escorted her out the door of the classroom. He hoped she did her own laundry or her mother might be curious about the strange mixture on her pair of panties from that day...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>27-01-2009, 22:11:03</strong>
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				<em>"That'd be great, Mr. Carstairs,"</em> Kat offered through a visibly calmed smile.&nbsp; The day had been a turbulent one for the young woman.&nbsp; Things had started out unexpectedly rough, what with her friends dragging her headfirst into their delinquent activities and then her favorite teacher catching her.&nbsp; She'd worried, especially after that punishment, that things would forever be different between them.&nbsp; Now, silly as it felt even to think in such terms, Kat couldn't help thinking they might very well be closer than they were before.&nbsp; The young woman proceeded about helping to clean up, first scrubbing away the smeared tar-like substance with a genuine cleaning product and then discarding two handfuls of used paper towels into the trash.&nbsp; Satisfied, she again approached her teacher with softened amber eyes and her characteristic smile just in time for him to give her backside a playful swat.<br><br>At ease as she might've been, Katrina wasn't beyond wondering at the gesture.&nbsp; More than anything, it instilled in her a heightened sense of playfulness as well as a curious sparkle of excitement.&nbsp; What was it about Mr. Carstairs's touch that had become so wondrous?&nbsp; There hadn't been anything like today before, but this wasn't&nbsp; the first time she'd been alone with him for any amount of time.&nbsp; No matter.&nbsp; <em>"Okay,"</em> she remarked.&nbsp; Though largely attentive eyes clearly held a desire to say something more, the young woman suppressed all her potential questions in favor of making her way out the classroom door.&nbsp; In the halls, she waited around long enough for him to lock up, then strode along at his side with frequent sideways glances and tiny, almost mischievous smiles.&nbsp; She'd been so wrong about him earlier in the day, and now Kat couldn't help feeling like her whole attitude had been foolish.<br><br><em>"I've gotta call my parents for a ride.&nbsp; Do you need me tomorrow, too?"</em>&nbsp; Katrina made the inquiry without managing to hide the full of her hopefulness.&nbsp; Large eyes and upward arched brows of fire were the most obvious signs of her desire to spend a little more time with the intelligent Mr. Carstairs; even if it meant annoying her parents.&nbsp; Really that was kind of a bonus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 02:59:15</strong>
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				"I need you as often as you can come." he said honestly, though the context was of course in a more naughty way than she would have believed. "I like spending time with you, to be honest. I feel like I can speak intelligently around you and you'll understand what I'm saying. The other students are all...how should I say it without sounding too mean...well, immature, I suppose would be the best way to say it. They don't want to really pay attention or stay focused on a conversation. I like that you're a good listener and you can keep up with me in conversation." he smiled.<br><br>"Remember, not a word to your parents. We don't want this coming back to bite us in the...rear." he almost said 'ass', which was strictly forbidden for teachers. Cursing, at least, in front of students, was a severely punishable offense. Although he knew Kat wouldn't be such a prude as that-he knew she and her friends could be very catty when it came to the other girls they didn't like. "I'll see you soon." he waved her off and turned back to his remaining lab equipment, locking it up in the cabinets before he packed up his bag to leave himself.<br><br>Before he left the school he checked his mail and found a letter from a University on the other side of the country-the one at which he had applied for a teaching position. They finally responded! And it was affirmative! The semester had already begun so they didn't need him now, but once the end of the semester came he'd be hired on to begin teaching the following Spring! That was marvelous news indeed, and he felt like celebrating. Maybe he could invite Katrina out for a pizza or something...no! What was he thinking? If anyone saw them together like that...no, there'd be no excuse for such a situation. Besides, he was leaving in a few weeks. He'd never see her bright eyes and beautiful smile again after that. Best to put those thoughts out of his mind now before he acted on any of them and got himself in real trouble...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>28-01-2009, 23:34:44</strong>
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				<em>"Okay,"</em> she replied.&nbsp; As often as she could come?&nbsp; On a level Katrina could certainly appreciate that sort of openness, but here and now she felt prone to showing up each and every day.&nbsp; The compliments Mr. Carstairs showered over her served only to further those feelings, widening the young woman's smile into an outright beam whilst she walked alongside him through the hallways and, eventually, out in front of the school.&nbsp; There were payphones situated there, so when it got to a point that the teacher was heading away from them she began to veer from his path.<br><br><em>"See ya,"</em> Katrina said with her smile intact and the left hand lifted to sway in a cheerful wave.&nbsp; She made way to the phone and called home only to be received with the expected level of contempt from her mother.&nbsp; Still, the woman wouldn't leave her younger daughter to walk.&nbsp; It'd be about thirty more minutes before she could leave, so Kat meandered over to one of several benches situated in the grass just beyond the students' bicycle racks.&nbsp; There she'd sit quietly, backpack heaped on the seat beside her whilst she reflected on the strangely enticing encounter with Mr. Carstairs from earlier in the morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 00:32:56</strong>
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				The days turned to weeks, turned to months, and soon December was upon the school. Winter Recess was beginning soon, although since they were a private Catholic school, they were allowed to call it "Christmas Vacation". Mr. Carstairs was looking forward to it even more than the students because he was going to be leaving the school for his new teaching position at an East Coast University. He wasn't going to tell any of them, either. They'd find out when they returned in January. He didn't want any of them protesting his leaving, or making him feel guilty. Especially Katrina...that wasn't going to happen, he knew it. He'd kept close to her, like he'd promised. After all, it was going to be awfully awkward if he didn't, and she started to realize he'd been lying to her. He didn't give her the chance to be suspicious.<br><br>He stayed after school performing experiments, her by his side helping, learning a few more things than the other students. He'd even presented her with a biology textbook...one that wasn't approved by the school. He made her promise not to show anyone first, though. It was going to be hard leaving her, but at least now, in his new city and new home, he'd be able to live guilt-free with many available women, no longer under the judgmental eyes of the Catholic community.<br><br>It wouldn't be long before the school would be closing its doors for the duration of the holidays and the worst weather of winter, and as always, the school was abuzz with excitment. Many families were going away somewhere, to visit family or to have fun vacations. Families were usually very happy around that time of year, even though he happened to know most if not all of the students resented their parents' overzealous views on religious upbringing. He never did talk to Katrina about her family, though. Something told him she wasn't ever interested in talking about them, and it wasn't surprising at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 00:58:44</strong>
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				For Katrina those next few weeks - then months - went astonishingly quick.&nbsp; For all her confusion and frustration in the first couple days following that strange punishment administered by her favorite teacher, the young woman soon lost touch with all that negativity.&nbsp; In its place was a stronger, more substantial bond formed with the intelligent Mr. Carstairs.&nbsp; To her he'd always felt like a friend.&nbsp; Granted, it was a very different sort of friend than the girls she hanged around with, but as the days passed and Fall became winter she discovered that to be a good thing.&nbsp; Not only had they inadvertently gotten her into trouble, but the group's behavior altogether began to seem less and less mature.&nbsp; Deep down Kat had always been a little more mature than others, but something in hanging out with Mr. Carstairs served to emphasize it.<br><br>Alongside this new friendship came a more substantial bond as well.&nbsp; Ever inquisitive and plenty eager to learn about the world outside her tiny town, the man's willingness to indulge Katrina with forbidden reading materials which failed to omit so many things the church deemed inappropriate was quite appealing.&nbsp; As with any teenager, anything forbidden was worth embracing, and bit by bit the knowledge took.&nbsp; All the while she remained intensely loyal, unwilling to discuss much of anything they did in their innocuous after school sessions; not even with her parents.&nbsp; Kat didn't have a crush or anything so transparent as that on Mr. Carstairs, but he was quickly becoming her dearest friend.<br><br>That made it all the more crushing when, two days before Winter break, she overheard two teachers talking about how relieved they were.&nbsp; Mr. Carstairs was leaving, one claimed, and the other obliged with a bitter concession to the effect of <em>good riddance</em>.&nbsp; That by itself was enough to enrage the young woman, putting haste in her step as she made way through the bustling halls.&nbsp; It was the last period of the day, Mr. Carstairs' preparation hour, and so she made no hesitation in crowding the doorway to his classroom.&nbsp; Amber eyes held substantial bitterness and anger as she glowered at his form from behind, unable to say a word.&nbsp; For several moments Katrina simply stared, trying to imagine why he'd be planning on leaving - moving half a country away, even - and never saying a word about it to her.&nbsp; A set jaw and tense, on-edge features might've given a little insight to her frustration, and still she was frozen.&nbsp; Kat might've been a lot of things, but she'd never been good at being mad at someone.&nbsp; <br><br>In a word, she was simply heartbroken.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>30-01-2009, 03:01:01</strong>
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				It wasn't very long before Katrina's unconsciously heavy breathing reached his ears as he packed in silence. He thought for a moment he could pretend he hadn't heard it and began to consider who it could be, before thinking only one person could be making that sort of upset noise, and at him. "I'm sorry." he said simply, without turning around. What else could he say?<br><br>"I thought you'd be less upset if you didn't know. Who told you? Must have been Miss Grant, or maybe Mrs. Fletcher." he shrugged. He knew those two disliked him more than the other teachers, and wouldn't hesitate to ignore his request to keep his leaving to themselves. "I'm not changing my mind, though. I'm moving on to bigger and better things. I will miss you, I really will. But I can't stay here. You know that as well as I do. This town just wasn't meant for someone like me." he sighed.<br><br>"I bought you that book as a going-away present, sort of. Something to remember me by...something to help you keep on doing what you need to do. Your parents might not want you to know things but that kind of ignorance won't get you anywhere in life. I just hope once you start getting further in your education, you can forgive me." he was referring to the incident where he'd deflowered her, not about leaving her, but he knew she wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Or so he thought. Over the last few weeks she'd been getting better and better, smarter and more responsible, and, he thought, happier as well. Would she see through the lie now? Had she read that book with the very graphic chapter on reproduction?<br><br>"I'm leaving tomorrow night. I've already packed and sold my house. In fact I'm staying at a hotel for the week so I don't have to worry about doing everything at the last minute." he told her. There was only one hotel in town so Katrina would know exactly where to find him, unlike before, since students weren't able to find out where their teachers lived, and vice versa.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 02:22:35</strong>
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				Katrina didn't know what to say, and so for the duration of her teacher's defensive response she mustered nothing more than pursed, oft quivering lips and narrowing eyelids.&nbsp; It was so terribly easy to be mad at Mr. Carstairs for this.&nbsp; What right did he have to just up and vanish after teaching her so much?&nbsp; Conceited as it surely was, Kat had begun to feel uniquely special to her teacher, and of course he'd become special to her.&nbsp; She hadn't quite made it so far as that all too important chapter of the book he'd given her, but little did she know it was the next she'd read.<br><br>When the man finished, she finally began to shake her head defiantly.&nbsp; A set jaw and tense, uneasy cheeks gave just a hint of how upset she was, and still delicate fingertips curled tighter and tighter into the palms of her hands.&nbsp; Katrina couldn't believe this was happening.&nbsp; Like flipping a switch, Mr. Carstairs was just going to leave?<br><br><em>"You can't go,"</em> the young woman stammered in quiet, meek words befitting of her unimposing form.&nbsp; Downright frantic eyes darted from side to side about the classroom as though she'd find something within its confines to help persuade the man he could do much more good here.&nbsp; In the end she could only think of how much he meant to her, to how inexplicably important to her the tims she spent with him was.&nbsp; Hadn't it been the same for him?&nbsp; Kat might've understood perfectly well why Mr. Carstairs would want to leave, but that made the suddenness of this no easier to swallow.&nbsp; In the end amber eyes fell onto his only to narrow.&nbsp; They were burning, brimming with tears that could so easily fall at any moment.<br><br><em>"Who else is gonna work with me when I finish my book?&nbsp; What if I don't get out of here?"</em> Katrina choked each syllable out a little quicker than the one before it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 22:33:44</strong>
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				"You have all the brains you need to get you anywhere in the world you want to go." he said truthfully. "Don't become dependent on me, or anyone else. That's just going to hold you back in the end. Learn to deal with loss, Katrina. That's probably the most important lesson I could ever teach you." he could still barely look her in the eyes.<br><br>Apparently she hadn't reached that chapter of the book yet. Would she even want to now, or would she curse the distracting gift he'd given her because she was so angry at him? He did care enough for her not to want her to remain that naive forever. "You're graduating soon. Another semester, that's just a few months. Then your parents can't tell you what to do anymore. You could apply for the school I'm teaching at and we can stay close, stay friends. But that's all I can tell you." he surrendered. If she really felt that close to him, he at least owed it to her to give her hope. After all, it wasn't a lie. But, that school was ridiculously expensive and not a lot of women attended.<br><br>"I still have a lot to do before I leave, Katrina. I need to fill out change-of-address forms and everything like that. I can't give you any comfort, you know that. Nothing I say is going to make you feel any better because I'm not staying, period. I know I shouldn't be saying this, but I do wish you could come with me, I really do. I've wanted to rescue you from this brainwashing factory for such a long time. Girls with brains and heart like you don't belong in places like this that rob that valuable stuff from you. But it's not my place to do such a thing. But take it from me-now or when you're a legal adult, who knows best-you or your parents? Think about that when you start planning how your life is going to go in a few more months." he approached her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Now go...have a good Christmas. Don't let this ruin it for you. Above all else, you deserve to be happy." he put his forehead directly against hers, now burning his eyes into hers, so close.<br><br>He turned back away, not in the mood to continue the conversation. The truth was, he was holding back tears of his own, so hard that he had to constantly send distracting thoughts through his mind, portions of speeches, to keep him from breaking down, and to help him form what he was going to tell her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>02-02-2009, 00:00:45</strong>
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				Though Mr. Carstairs's kind words were touching and even heartwarming, they felt so terribly hollow in light of all that was happening.&nbsp; Tightly clenched fists held snug enough that the young woman's nails very nearly broke the skin in her palms.&nbsp; Her lithe frame trembled, feet unmoving whilst she rode the roller coaster that was her teacher's spiel.&nbsp; By the end of it Katrina didn't know what to think or do, but with the man's head against her own and his hands on her shoulders she couldn't help but stammer a listless sigh.&nbsp; It was evident that she had no choice.&nbsp; He was leaving, and just like that he turned his back on her.<br><br>Kat's lips fell apart, but not a sound left her.&nbsp; Burning amber orbs were no longer willing to be held at bay, as the glistening sheen coating them finally gave with a pair of tears which quickly raced down either milky cheek.&nbsp; The young woman turned, and just like that stormed out of the building without another word to the man.&nbsp; She spent the remainder of the afternoon sat upon another of those benches outside, seemingly oblivious to the bitter cold all around her.&nbsp; She'd board the bus when it arrived and, once at home, head directly for her bedroom where she was finally free to let those wailing cries out. Muffled by her pillow, no one in the house was any the wiser.<br><br>How could this be happening?&nbsp; Mr. Carstairs's words of wisdom regarding learning to deal with loss resonated between each and every thought the young woman entertained, yet she couldn't bring herself to accept the situation.&nbsp; The sudden, unexpected nature of this change - on top of Christmas, no less - was just heartbreaking.&nbsp; There was some sort of a bond between them.&nbsp; She just knew it.&nbsp; Whether graduation was just a few months out or not, Summer felt like a lifetime away, and Kat harbored no delusions about being able to afford an expensive school on the opposite coast.&nbsp; She didn't even really want to move <em>that</em> far away.<br><br>By the time dark set in, around 5:00, Kat had moved to turn a lamp on.&nbsp; The book he'd given her laid split and face down on her desk.&nbsp; It was rare that either parent came into her room, and perhaps it was naive but Katrina never expected they'd go so far as to look through what she was reading.&nbsp; A desire to get herself out of this rut and into some variety of distraction made the bittersweet choice just a little easier, and so the young woman sat and began to read.&nbsp; She'd just gotten to the chapter on reproduction the night before, and so Katrina began reading.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 00:21:09</strong>
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				Mr. Carstairs enjoyed that night's take-out dinner, not having to cook since he didn't have his own kitchen for the time being. But the guilty feeling of leaving Katrina behind, and having tried to hide it from her, diminished his pleasure. He compensated by renting an in-house adult movie. But still, all he could think about was Katrina. He was hoping there was a redhead in the movie, but unfortunately there wasn't. He sighed and struck a balance between imagining Katrina and remembering that day, and watching the action on the screen. Once he'd orgasmed, he was physically and emotionally exhausted. He fell asleep quickly.<br><br>The next day was full of life, though. The last day before Christmas Vacation, all the students just wanted to party and relax-after all, they'd be forgetting everything they learned that day over the month-long break. He didn't bother teaching any of his classes, he just let them write Christmas letters to their relatives and played a video at low volume, sitting at his desk and filling out the last bit of paperwork to finalize his voluntary termination from the school's employ. This would be the last time he'd ever see Katrina, he realized. Maybe...no, it would be rude and completely inappropriate to ask her for a picture.<br><br>He did his best not to even acknowledge her, not calling her name during roll, just filling it in, not wanting to hear her voice. It was hard, so hard, to let go...he couldn't believe he was having that much trouble saying goodbye to her, in his heart, never mind to his face. That was why he wanted to seem harsh when he said it; he didn't want her to keep thinking fondly of him. He'd rather her hate him, and have an easier time forgetting him, than live a life longing for a reunion with her most meaningful teacher.<br><br>Finally the last bell of the day rung and he was free. He turned in the last of his papers and cleared out his desk and mailbox, said good-bye to all of the teachers who didn't outwardly disapprove of him, and got in his car to head back to his hotel. He was going to pick up a rolling trailer to hitch to the back of his small SUV and pack his belongings into it for the long road trip. That would take him a few hours...more than enough time for Katrina to figure out where he was staying, and walk there. If for nothing else than to say goodbye for real. He certainly wouldn't expect that, nor would he know how to react to such a thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 18:18:03</strong>
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				From the moment she began reading, Katrina couldn't put her book down.&nbsp; It began predictably enough.&nbsp; Though sheltered, the young woman was far from oblivious to her own sexuality, but she'd never had it all laid out in such definite terms.&nbsp; Sexual reproduction and asexual reproduction were familiar terms from previous chapters, yet this one was based entirely on the former.&nbsp; From the very getgo she found herself drawn in by the fact that this was relatively forbidden knowledge.&nbsp; Within moments however, Kat began to notice something else.&nbsp; How could she forget the punishment Mr. Carstairs had administered that day?&nbsp; It'd been a turning point in her life, a day when everything changed.&nbsp; So far as their relationship with one another went, it'd been the beginning of that closeness she valued so much.<br><br>But had he really done <em>this</em>?&nbsp; Disbelief came first.&nbsp; In reading on, taking in word for word just what sex really was, Katrina couldn't know for certain, but by the time she'd finished the chapter she was quite close.&nbsp; Stories of teachers and sex with students were not something the young woman was completely unaware of, but the scandal and illicit nature of such a thing seemed so very uncharacteristic of her favorite teacher.&nbsp; He'd called it a special punishment for bad girls.&nbsp; Now everything about the encounter resonated in the young woman's mind, serving both to heighten her pulse as well as pull at the strings of her heart.&nbsp; Within the hour, after rereading it all several times, Kat was certain.&nbsp; She and Mr. Carstairs had sex, and he didn't even explain it to her.&nbsp; Now he was just leaving?&nbsp; After risking all that?<br><br>What if he'd gotten her pregnant?&nbsp; <br><br>In short, she was furious.&nbsp; It was all Katrina could do to hide her frustration throughout the evening, but with both parents distracted by either sibling she found it easy enough.&nbsp; The young woman confined herself to her bedroom and simply thought.&nbsp; She thought 'til she was sick, and finally in the wee hours of the morning sleep came.&nbsp; By morning Kat was up with the sunrise, all too anxious to get through the start-of-day rituals and make it to school.&nbsp; Excitement, insecurity and that deceived frustration all went together to drain the typical humor from her expression, replacing it instead with an uneasy grimace she wore throughout the day.&nbsp; In class it was difficult not to explode at Mr. Carstairs, but she managed to hold it all back.&nbsp; If the man wanted her to hate him, he'd have no trouble suspecting he'd succeeded.&nbsp; She'd never seen him avoid eye contact with her.<br><br>After school Kat made the mistake of hesitating a little too long.&nbsp; By the time she'd worked up courage enough to confront Mr. Carstairs he was already gone.&nbsp; While that might've been enough for her to give up on a normal day, the young woman was bound and determined to understand what'd happened.&nbsp; What if she was carrying her teacher's child?&nbsp; Rather than something to dangle over the teacher's head as an idle threat, Katrina simply wanted to understand.&nbsp; If they'd had sex it meant their relationship really had been something unique and special, and it only reinforced the way she felt now.&nbsp; He couldn't just walk out of her life.<br><br>Cold as it was, Kat walked three and a half miles to the town's lone hotel.&nbsp; Upon arrival she had an easy time picking which room he must've been in.&nbsp; There was his car, and only one suite's lights were on.&nbsp; Making way for the door, she gave several quick, heavy knocks before calling out, <em>"Mr. Carstairs?&nbsp; It's Katrina..."</em><br><br>What if he just told her to go away?&nbsp; She bit down on her lower lip and waited quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 19:34:34</strong>
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				He was packed up and just getting ready to leave, going to the bathroom and bringing the complimentary soaps and shampoos with him before turning in his key, but the knock on the door came as a surprise. Had something gone wrong with his credit card? Surely that couldn't be. But then the familiar voice rang through the wood and he knew what was happening. She'd finally come across that forbidden chapter, and knew he'd raped her. But why would she then come to him? Wouldn't she go report it to the police, or her parents? That was strange, so he decided to open the door. Maybe she'd be willing to keep it a secret if he explained things to her-of course, everything would be a lie, and he'd have to think of it on the spot.<br><br>But when he'd opened the door and looked into her pained eyes, he fell apart. He wrapped his arms around her and embraced her tightly, exhaling in small sobs. He didn't want to leave her. But he had to. There was just no way he could have both her and a better life. Could he?<br><br>"I'm so sorry. I didn't...I couldn't tell you. I felt so guilty afterwards, I just wanted to pretend it didn't happen. I guess my guilty conscience forced me to give you that book. I thought you might not find out what I'd done until I was gone, and by then you might be old enough to deal with it. I was a fool. Can you ever forgive me?" he looked into her eyes, barely able to see from the misty tears within. He'd never cried like that before, he was surprised, and so ashamed of himself. All those months of guilt were now coming to the surface in this confession and he could scarcely handle it.<br><br>What would she say now? What would she DO now? He'd just voluntarily confessed. If need be...he'd admit everything to the authorities. He'd accept his punishment. He may have been able to justify it to himself when it happened, but he could no longer do that. He wanted to liberate a gifted girl from the crutch of her parents' overzealous belief system. But that was the wrong way to do it, and he knew he deserved every bit of punishment that came with that mistake. "I just...I love you, Katrina." he confessed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 20:09:02</strong>
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				Kat could scarcely believe her eyes or ears.&nbsp; When Mr. Carstairs appeared the young woman had been all but certain he would dismiss her.&nbsp; After the way he'd behaved all day, how could he not?&nbsp; Instead the man charged forward and threw his arms about her, drew her into a warm, tight hug which single handedly uplifted the sullen hopelessness in her heart.&nbsp; Smaller, slender arms tucked about the man's back only to return his embrace, and she nestled her cheek into his chest before pinching amber eyes closed.&nbsp; Even after that walk he could still probably smell hints of her shampoo like a lingering mist after a Springtime thunderstorm.<br><br>But what did this mean?&nbsp; So very many questions charged to and fro throughout the recesses of Katrina's mind.&nbsp; He was sorry, but he'd still meant to leave her?&nbsp; There was no longer any question to what they'd done, so what if he really had gotten her pregnant?&nbsp; This reunion might've appeased some of her worries, but Kat was hardly satisfied.&nbsp; She drew away when he professed his love, unable to hide the glistening sheen of tears coating her eyes.&nbsp; A forced look of stern disbelief straightened mauve lips whilst both fiery brows sank.<br><br><em>"But you were just gonna leave?&nbsp; What if-"</em>&nbsp; Katrina stammered only to cut herself off.&nbsp; How could she even say it?&nbsp; Years' worth of family conditioning weren't so easy to simply shrug away, but then the young woman couldn't deny what she felt right now either.&nbsp; It was much closer to something beautiful than she'd felt in the presence of her family since childhood.<br><br>Kat's tone wavered on the brink of tears, and she offered in hoarse words, <em>"What if I'm pregnant?&nbsp; You can't leave!"</em>&nbsp; More than anything she was afraid of what would happen in the time it'd take for her to graduate.&nbsp; What if she got complacent again without Mr. Carstairs to guide her?&nbsp; What would her parents do if she started to swell up?&nbsp; There were so many questions, but none of them came to pass with any coherency.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 20:35:10</strong>
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				Her reaction was still that of the devoted student...no, it was more than that. She had probably been falling for him as much as he was for her. But it was so wrong...not that what he'd already done to her wasn't wrong, but this was just so much worse. She was still months away from being 'legal', and he'd already corrupted her beyond her parents' worst nightmares. But maybe he was wrong-she seemed concerned about one main thing-that he could have gotten her pregnant.<br><br>He remembered giving her that secret morning-after pill in that drink the one day. She still hadn't suspected anything like that. Could he tell her? Would she ever forgive him for killing the child that might have been, even if there wasn't a guarantee she'd even gotten pregnant? Well, she would have known by now if she was pregnant, her period would have stopped and she'd probably have developed morning sickness. Or had she not read that part of the chapter?<br><br>"I don't think you're pregnant." he said simply. "I think you're smart enough that you'd know if you were. Or if you didn't know, you'd have already asked someone and they'd have told you what the reason for your problems was." he explained. "I wouldn't leave you if you were, though. I couldn't. But I can't stay here. You know I can't. Not with the way I feel. It's too wrong for me to want to be with you. Maybe if we were somewhere else where nobody knew us...what am I saying? Katrina, I'm sorry. I can't do this to you, it was wrong of me to lead you on for so long, even worse what I did to you before. I don't expect you could ever forgive me. But don't let me steal what life you could have away from you now. You can't come with me. You have your family here." he tried to convince her to forget about him. He didn't know anything about her family life, still, and didn't know that she might have preferred living with him than continuing to live under her parents' roof.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>04-02-2009, 18:27:18</strong>
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				Mr. Carstairs was probably right.&nbsp; Kat knew good and well that, if she were pregnant, she would've figured it out long before now.&nbsp; By this stage it would've started to show.&nbsp; Still, that was just one of many reasons she could think of that this man desperately needed to change his plans.&nbsp; Slender arms maintained a steady, tight deathgrip about the man's back, holding him tight whilst she pressed her cheek firmly into his collar as though she might manage to keep him here by the embrace alone.&nbsp; Katrina was far from content with the state of things, yet it did her heart <em>so</em> much good just to have these feelings validated.<br><br>Only when he mentioned her family did she speak.&nbsp; <em>"What family?"</em>&nbsp; With that, Kat drew her snowy features back, eyes lifting whilst pupils shrank amid their seas of atypical orange.&nbsp; The words had come with a tinge of bitterness, but now creases in her brows and cheeks furthered the sentiment more than was natural.&nbsp; Through half a glower the young woman went on, <em>"My parents can't stand having me around.&nbsp; Everything I do is at least an inconvenience."</em>&nbsp; By the time she finished, each syllable was almost choked upon.&nbsp; In studying Mr. Carstairs's eyes, Kat tried to convey what she meant without going any further.&nbsp; She'd always gotten good grades and been a very well rounded kid, and she knew it.&nbsp; Her parents, however, did not.<br><br>Several moments passed, drawing Kat's attention leftward and into the open door of her teacher's hotel room.&nbsp; It was empty.&nbsp; Was he on his way out now?&nbsp; A cold, bitter breeze swept about the two, setting chills racing up and down her spine while goosebumps rippled across the backs of her arms.&nbsp; At least Mr. Carstairs was warm.&nbsp; Rogue locks of fire danced unpredictably in the wind as she turned her cheek back into his chest, clasping eyelids tightly closed before she murmured once again, <em>"I wish I could go with you."</em>&nbsp; It was just a fantasy though, and Kat knew it.&nbsp; He'd never risk that kind of trouble.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 00:26:14</strong>
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				It was insane, he knew, but things were starting to put themselves together in his head in a different way now. Instead of him being the evil temptor, trying to convince her to come with him, she seemed to be telling him that she wouldn't have any objection to going with him. After all, she did look like she was 18 already. Nobody really knew about his relationship with her after school nor about how close they had become. He was leaving town so there wouldn't be any police to interrogate him if her parents reported her disappearance. Nobody would recognize either of them in a new town. Could he really get away with this? After all, he was a science teacher, a very intelligent man, and he had the ability to think logically and far ahead. Yes, he could do this. He could take her with him. It was only a few more months before she turned 18. If they could just keep her hidden if any questions followed him from this town, she could have her 18th birthday and then legally be allowed to do whatever she wanted, including staying with him, or...no, the thought of her marrying him was going a bit too far. Or was it? Did she maybe want that? Girls who lost their virginities to men often wanted to make thos men their husbands. "Then come with me." he said softly. Would she agree? Well, why not? It sounded like it was something she wanted more than anything right now.<br><br>"Get in the car. Make sure no one sees you." he whispered. From where they were standing, the hotel check-in building couldn't have a good view of them, especially in the dark. She could hide in the car while he turned in his keys and no one would ever know she'd gone with him. "Do you have your cell phone with you?" he asked her. "If you can, call one of your friends. Tell her to say that she's out with you until 9:00 if anyone asks her. That way no one will be able to connect me to you, if I left here at 7:30." he instructed her.<br><br>He turned in his keys and logged his time out at exactly 7:30. Now he had an alibi and hopefully the police wouldn't even bother questioning him. Besides, no one in town would want to ever speak about him again, the one who didn't belong. He got in the car, taking his time so as not to seem nervous or suspicious, and began driving away from the hotel towards the freeway. "I think we'll make it." he smiled, putting a hand on her leg, caressing her. He missed that day, when he'd deflowered her. He wanted to do it a lot more with her, and show her what girls in her school were either missing, or indulging in frequently depending on how much they resented their parents. "Give me your phone." he added. He broke it apart so that it couldn't be used to trace any longer, and when they were nearing a truck stop, he stopped the car, got out, and taped the broken phone under the bottom of the back of one of the big rigs. He got back in the car and put his seatbelt back on. "Now, if they try tracking your phone, they'll think you're in a completely different place." he laughed. The car was still stopped. "...I told you I loved you, Katrina. I meant it. Do you...feel that way about me, too?" he asked her. He hadn't yet heard her say that to him. If she didn't, he'd regret having taken her with him, since she'd probably change her mind eventually.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 20:03:04</strong>
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				The thought had been in Katrina's mind, sure, but it was a fantasy.&nbsp; Of all the men she knew, none of them were so familiar to her as Mr. Carstairs.&nbsp; What's more, he was the epitome of level headed stability in her mind.&nbsp; That said, his remark came as more than a simple surprise.&nbsp; Kat drew her head back slowly, squinting at the teacher without ever going so far as to unwrap her arms from around his back.&nbsp; Each breath she took wedged the supple swells of her chest a little deeper into his.&nbsp; Finally she relented with a quiet, deep sigh.&nbsp; Her heart was racing.&nbsp; In the span of four words Mr. Carstairs offered her a fantasy-turned-reality.&nbsp; How could she resist?&nbsp; It was, after all, a ticket out of this cozy, narrow minded hole in the world.&nbsp; Biting down nervously upon the pouted strip of her lower lip, Katrina gave a sudden nod.&nbsp; Overly active pupils still danced across the man's features as though she sought to uncover that this was some sort of trick.<br><br>No, he'd never trick her.&nbsp; In an instant a smile gushed forth.&nbsp; Katrina quickly swept her backpack from its hanging spot on her shoulder, stepping away and withdrawing a tiny, red phone from within.&nbsp; She quickly thumbed a speed dial option, then had a quick conversation.<br><br><em>"Janie?&nbsp; If anyone asks, you were with me tonight 'til 9 studying Math.&nbsp; Okay?"</em><br><br>A pause.<br><br><em>"It doesn't matter, just do it!"</em>&nbsp; Her voice was already raised and frantic.&nbsp; Paranoid pupils shot in either direction, all too weary that she might've alerted someone with the relatively meek outburst.&nbsp; Just like that the call was over.&nbsp; Without anything more than an excited smile held firmly onto Mr. Carstairs's eyes, Katrina shuffled into his car and promptly hunkered down in the passenger seat.&nbsp; She hid 'til they cleared the hotel, then crawled to sit more normally in the seat.&nbsp; Amber eyes were still reluctant to leave the man, constantly fawning over him whilst she beamed.&nbsp; Kat wouldn't hesitate to turn her phone over, even clasping a tiny hand on top of her teacher's as he stroked her leg.&nbsp; It was a tender, innocuous gesture, but something so simple as that was still enough to incite a fledgling warmth through the smooth flesh of each thigh.&nbsp; Everything about this was exciting.&nbsp; Breaking free of chains she felt had been holding her back all her life could only feel good, but more importantly was the sudden validation her affection for Mr. Carstairs had undergone.&nbsp; It was enough that, as they sat stopped in the parking lot, she didn't even hesitate.&nbsp; Turning her snowy features more fully onto the teacher, Kat carefully latched her other hand beneath the teacher's.&nbsp; With it trapped between both soft palms, she squeezed tight and nodded.<br><br><em>"I think I do, Mr. Carstairs..."</em>&nbsp; It was easy to see that Kat was hesitating, but her reluctance stemmed more from a finite knowledge of her own inexperience.&nbsp; She'd never been in love, but all these feelings coursing through her in the past few months had most certainly been new.&nbsp; They must've been love.&nbsp; An impulsive grin sprouted.&nbsp; Her next words came much quieter, a suitably intimate tone for the very first time she'd utter such a thing to anyone and mean it in the way she did right now, <em>"I love you."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 20:21:16</strong>
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				His heart almost skipped a beat when he heard her reciprocate. "Call me Alex." he told her. Now that they were together like this, she didn't need to call him 'Mr. Carstairs' anymore. Especially not if soon, she became Mrs. Carstairs. "Kiss me." he whispered. He kept one eye on the dark road as he turned his head slightly to meet hers. Thankfully no one, not even highway patrol, was out that late near their sleepy town. He'd make it across the state line before midnight and by then, no one would even think that he was a suspect. He hadn't even told anyone where he was going to be teaching at-there were at least a dozen states on the East Coast, no one would know which he'd gone to even if they did suspect him.<br><br>"Kat..." he called her by her shortened name, as her close friends did, "after our first time that day...did you ever get curious?" he inquired, rubbing her leg again. "Did you touch yourself down there, see if it felt good? You can tell me." he smiled. He wanted to show her so much, so many things her parents would try to hide from her even throughout her twenties. When they next pulled into a hotel to sleep for the night, he'd definitely show her what she'd been missing, what he'd failed to do their first time together. And condoms be damned, he was clean and he knew she was. And he knew how to use just the right things to give her to act as morning-after agents if he wasn't able to find any pills, or if he couldn't sneak them to her, or convince her to take them honestly.<br><br>"We're going to North Carolina." he informed her. "That's where my new teaching position is. I've already reserved an apartment there until I start getting my salary, then I'll be able to buy a house. You should probably lay low until you turn 18, but when you do, maybe I can get some strings pulled and get you enrolled there?" he grinned. Even though this was just a spur of the moment thing, he could already clearly see how they could pull this off in the future.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 21:22:18</strong>
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				<em>Alex</em>.&nbsp; In the couple years she'd known him, Kat had never really heard Mr. Carstairs called by his first name.&nbsp; Their school was, after all, a strict one.&nbsp; Delightful as this newfound validation for all her confused feelings was, the young woman could not deny to herself an ever-growing sense of excitement.&nbsp; By shattering the phone and affixing it to that truck he'd helped to instill in her that this was something she'd have to take seriously.&nbsp; For a time this would be life on the run.&nbsp; Certainly that appealed to Katrina in a way that nothing she'd ever done before had.&nbsp; She spent her life following the rules rather than running away from them.<br><br>For <em>Alex</em>, however, she'd happily change that.&nbsp; A desire to rebel had always been in Kat.&nbsp; With the onset of her teenage years that impulse had gotten stronger, and now it gave.&nbsp; So elated was the young woman that everything was suddenly falling into place, she leaned up and over, skirt-covered backside lifting up out of the seat whilst she carefully approached her former teacher's cheek with puckered lips.&nbsp; That he turned to meet her was surprise enough to inspire a slight pause.&nbsp; Ever-softening amber eyes met his in a magnetic gaze, and then snowy eyelids heavied to the point that they sealed.&nbsp; Though quaint, the kiss was awe-inspiring for Katrina.&nbsp; Everything she felt came oozing to the forefront, prompting tense lips to relax and give ever so slightly against Alex's rougher mouth.&nbsp; She kissed him tenderly, resisting the urge to lift and latch her hands onto him.&nbsp; He was driving after all.&nbsp; A few moments more, and Katrina eased away, sinking back into her seat even as that gushing smile still held her favorite teacher.<br><br><em>"Real curious,"</em> she answered almost instantly.&nbsp; Through an acute, discerning gaze set on the highway, Kat gave further consideration to his question.&nbsp; <em>"It felt really wrong, but I was havin' fun with it.&nbsp; I'd just caress.&nbsp; It wasn't like what you did when we-"</em>&nbsp; Trailing off, she glanced to Alex and managed an impish, mischievous sort of grin.&nbsp; The look certainly didn't suit her, but it was one Mr. Carstairs would be seeing more and more now.&nbsp; <em>"When we had sex.&nbsp; It kinda hurt."</em>&nbsp; Though, by the way she spoke of it, she didn't hold that against him.<br><br><em>"North Carolina?"</em>&nbsp; Now an air of uncertainty shattered Katrina's bubbling smile.&nbsp; Knees knocked together whilst her heels lifted and settled in an endless string of excited motion, one hand still latched firmly onto the top of Alex's as she considered the changes with a lopsided smirk.&nbsp; <em>"I don't have to go to school or anything 'til I'm 18?"</em>&nbsp; He knew good and well she loved everything about school, but Kat was growing fond of this idea of hiding.&nbsp; She'd surely tire of it, but right about the time that all set in there was the prospect of college to look forward to.&nbsp; With each passing moment it seemed there was something else to get excited about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 02:51:51</strong>
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				"Well I can get you all the books you want and state-approved curriculum guidelines if you want. But I can't just pretend you're my daughter or something, without documentation. I thought you'd understand that before you'd agree to come with me." he negotiated. "It's only for a few more months, anyway. Your birthday is just before summer starts, isn't it?" he had checked the records out of curiosity and found her birth date there. That was only about six months away. "You don't have to stay in the house all day, you know. You can do our shopping, or even come to school and sit in on my classes if you want. I'm not going to hold that against you, although the other teachers certainly will." he explained.<br><br>"But it's another month until school starts anyway. You and I have all that time to...really get to know each other." he smiled. "Tell me, did the men's penises in that book look very big to you?" he asked her. "You never did see mine, did you? Want to see it for real this time?" he asked her. He knew it was probably unusual but he was really excited just bringing her with him, it was starting to make him feel horny. "If it felt good to you, I can show you a way to make it feel a dozen times better. If you want to try and make me feel good, too. Would you do that for me?" he asked her seriously. If she wasn't willing to be daring in sex, she might really come to regret having gone with him.<br><br>"Just unzip my pants and take it out. Play with it a little, even, if you like." he suggested. He wasn't going to just immediately suggest she put her mouth on it-after all, that's where urine came from. He'd work up to that with her...and then when they came upon a motel to rest for the night, he'd let her have a turn experiencing what it felt like to have a mouth go to work on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 00:31:48</strong>
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				<em>"May 24,"</em> Kat replied.&nbsp; Though there's been tangible concern in the young woman's voice at first, she was quickly coming to embrace all of this.&nbsp; That she'd have to hide and slink around for awhile only heightened the sense of excitement that came along with this.&nbsp; Never in her life had Katrina Price expected she'd actually run away from home.&nbsp; Strangely enough it was the nagging, habitual voice of conscience which chimed in only now.&nbsp; Would her parents worry?&nbsp; She figured they would.&nbsp; Those worries were promptly shoved aside.&nbsp; In a few months she could call and let them know everything was okay.&nbsp; A few months' turmoil seemed only fair given the repressive nightmare they'd made her life for several years.<br><br><em>"Way too big,"</em> Kat offered with a grimace.&nbsp; The couple black and white photographs features in the book were almost frightening, yet thinking on it now she recognized why the <em>lesson</em> that day had been so painful.&nbsp; <em>"So they're all like that?"</em><br><br>The turn in conversation was all it took to prod Kat's thoughts from that line of negativity.&nbsp; Soft amber eyes gravitated back to her teacher, and now a delighted, genuine smile played its way across her soft lips.&nbsp; With the right hand laid idle across her skirted thigh, its sister veered off and to the left, laying a warm palm on the slacks covering Mr. Carstairs's nearer thigh.&nbsp; Something so simple as that was enough to coerce Kat's heart to racing, yet she knew enough to recognize that her own sexuality didn't have to be defined by lots of rules anymore.&nbsp; Alex had been her teacher all year, but now their lessons were taking a new, very exciting turn.&nbsp; Slowly Kat walked two fingertips - the index and middle - playfully up along her teacher's thigh.&nbsp; Moments later saw them squirming into his zipper whilst her thumb swept along and assisted.&nbsp; With a firm grip she slowly peeled it down, then wormed the digits into the resulting hole to feel around.<br><br>Alert, genuinely excited eyes practically twinkled, and of course she never took them off him.&nbsp; <em>"I definitely wanna make you feel good, Mr. Car- Alex."</em>&nbsp; Through a toothed grin Kat began to stroke and prod, poking fingertips and short nails about the thin fabric still covering her teacher.&nbsp; This alone was exciting enough to spread that wondrous warmth through the insides of her legs.&nbsp; Though the movement in her bouncing heels had ceased, nervousness and that delightful sensation prompted calves to brush up against one another in a repeated sign of anxious excitement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 18:31:30</strong>
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				"No, they're not all that big, most of them aren't, actually. They just used ones like that in the book to make sure you could get a good look at them. Go ahead and pull mine out. Can you tell if it's circumcised or not?" he quizzed her, after all, he was a teacher. He wasn't circumcised, but he wondered just how in-depth she'd studied the penises in the book before she came to confront him. It was a tiny bit distracting but he managed to keep the car at a steady speed and in the correct lane; it was a small highway, two lanes on each side, but the road was practically empty; the only cars were going IN to town, not away from it. By tomorrow and Sunday, the road would be packed, so he definitely made the right choice to leave that night.<br><br>It felt so different having a hand besides his own touching him there, but it was definitely welcome. It had been so long since he'd enjoyed that sensation that he felt almost like he was already getting head from her, or perhaps that was just the anticipation. He'd taken a shower just before leaving so it was nice and clean, and would smell nice, or it would, if he hadn't been so nervously sweating for the last half-hour. Would she know about oral sex? Would her naughty friends have ever mentioned doing such things? Or would she intuitively know that it wasn't poisonous to put her mouth on one, as her parents might have suggested?<br><br>"Mmm...that feels good, Kat. Do you feel any different yourself?" he asked her, taking one hand off the wheel and running it down her smooth belly and poking between her thighs on her skirt. He hoped she knew that it didn't require touch for a man or woman to become aroused.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 21:34:09</strong>
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				Kat supposed it made sense.&nbsp; She hadn't spent a great deal of time gawking at the rather clinical looking photographs in her book, but she'd certainly indulged in a fantasy or two about the images they left behind in her mind.&nbsp; How strange it was that, here and now, she indulged in the very man of those daydreams.&nbsp; Nimble fingertips soon found the swelling bar of flesh stashed away in Alex's pants.&nbsp; The first contact was enough to widen soft amber orbs with tangible excitement, splaying a wider, impish smile across her lips whilst she quickly formed grip enough to fish the man out from the confines of his trousers.&nbsp; It was dark, almost midnight, so Katrina couldn't exactly see.&nbsp; She made up for it with slow, deeper breaths while more and more of her upper body leaned over the console between she and her former teacher.<br><br><em>"I'm not sure... Are you?"</em>&nbsp; She knew nothing of circumcisions, but it was easy to see that he had a distinctly different look from both pictures she'd seen.<br><br>Soon enough Kat braced Mr. Carstairs by the shaft, holding him with a warm, soft palm which exerted enough pressure that she held him upright as he continued to grow.&nbsp; For several long moments she studied him in in silence, admiring the way he responded to each subtle movement of her fingertips.&nbsp; In time the young woman began to stroke him gently with the pad of her thumb, tracing the veins which bulged from his form whilst enlarged pupils clinged to the sight of his face up above.&nbsp; He encouraged her verbally, and so she began to squeeze, slowly smoothing her palm up and down over his girth while admiring the tense, sturdy firmness of it all.<br><br>The experience was enough that Kat's lower body had begun to squirm.&nbsp; Though her knees remained pressed firmly together, movement in either leg had become relegated to a tighter, more confined brush of the thighs.&nbsp; That warmth was spreading more quickly, intensified further when Alex reached out and smoothed his touch over her stomach and down between her thighs.&nbsp; The rough touch of his hand against her silken thighs prompted the young woman to draw them apart long enough for him to reach between, and then they clasped possessively around him.&nbsp; She murmured softly.&nbsp; <em>"Mmm, it's nice when you touch me there.&nbsp; I thought about that a lot.&nbsp; About you just rubbing my thighs or touching me through my panties."</em>&nbsp; Of course she'd harbored more intricate fantasies than that, but Kat didn't want to go too quickly.&nbsp; This was all so new and intimidating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 22:32:17</strong>
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				"Oh, I'll do a lot more to you than that, sweetheart." he smiled. He was fully erect, and ready to stimulated directly. "You know, surprisingly a lot of guys won't give head to their women. More than 50% as I recall." he commented. He didn't know if her slang was up to date, so he decided to just be more direct. "Oral sex, I mean. Licking their girlfriends' or wives' vaginas. I've heard that's more stimulating and pleasurable than actual penetration sex." he explained. "I'm going to show you what that's like when we get to a motel. Do you think you might want to try using your mouth on me, right now?" he asked. He didn't want to sound insistent, just prodding at her curiosity.<br><br>She was already good enough with her hands, she probably could have jerked him enough to get him to cum within just a few minutes, but then what to do about the mess he made? She only had one change of clothes and there was no real way to do laundry between there and the East Coast. Could he convince her to taste, or even swallow it? Or would she be willing to put her tongue and lips to work on him right away?<br><br>"Am I moving too fast, Kat? I've been really excited about you for a long time. I feel like I want to take my time with you, showing you everything, but I wanted to start doing that right away too. I haven't even seen your breasts yet." he chuckled. "You deserve so much better than your family was giving you, they might as well have kept you locked away, you and all the other students at the school were in the same little prison. I just thought you might have felt the same way prisoners always do when they finally go free...wanting to get laid as soon as possible." he joked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 06:17:05</strong>
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				<em>"Oral sex,"</em> Kat repeated in something of an entranced tone.&nbsp; The young woman's amber eyes were perpetually latched onto the extended bar of flesh to which she held, widening each time they passed a street light long enough to illuminate it with an amber glow.&nbsp; More than anything she was still astonished at the size.&nbsp; Given enough time to listen to all Alex had to say, Kat began to notice a distinct aroma rising from his girth as she held it.&nbsp; At first it was almost unpleasant, yet in little time at all she was subconsciously fond of it.&nbsp; More importantly however, it only added to the exhilaration of this moment.<br><br><em>"You're not moving too fast, Alex."</em>&nbsp; She reassured him with a brief, shifted glance and widening smile.&nbsp; Even from this position, leaned over the man's lap with her hand now gently pulling and tugging upon the swollen flesh rising up in his lap, Kat smiled her same old quirky smirk.&nbsp; Deep down she was more than pleased.&nbsp; For years she'd felt far too mature for the treatment she received both at home and at school.&nbsp; Mr. Carstairs was validating all of that now, offering her further insight to the world of adulthood which she was most certainly ready for.&nbsp; That all these feelings of excitement and innate curiosity came rushing in only reinforced it for her.<br><br>It wasn't long before Kat's attention shifted back down to Alex's erection.&nbsp; With fingertips snugging their grip on him, she continued lifting and sinking her palm.&nbsp; After a few moments' worth of intense concentration her tongue peeked out, slithering from between both lips to wet them before she began to lean a little closer to his swollen tip.&nbsp; <em>"You can drive while I do that?"</em>&nbsp; Though she'd never seen or done anything like it herself, Katrina had heard friends talk about doing this.&nbsp; It was a sort of gray area for everyone, something they could do in place of sex to keep from going crazy.&nbsp; Of course it was just as against the rules as anything else, but already she'd begun to embrace the notion that those rules had always been meaningless.&nbsp; Here and now Kat wanted to explore, and given the frequent reappearance of her tongue she intended to do just that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 23:43:21</strong>
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				"Just take it slow. You might not like the taste, especially the semen if I ejaculate." he warned her. He wanted to be fair to her too, after all. "And sure, I can keep driving. Some guys are a little over-sensitive because they do this a lot, but I haven't done it in a while, so I'm not going to over-react to the sensations. Of course, if you do a really good job, I might." he laughed. He really wondered just how good she would be at it. Usually amateurs at least had some idea, having seen pictures or videos of it before trying, but Kat was totally new to the whole idea.<br><br>"I'm going to teach you so many things, Kat, you will think that four years in that school were a total waste." he promised her. Of course, he was talking about sexual things, but since she hadn't really settled on any career choice or anything, she could afford to start all over with academics once she'd learned everything he wanted to teach her. "Remember, don't get your clothes dirty. I have one or two things that might fit you, but we have to be careful, at least until we're out of the state. Make sure to stay mostly out of sight, too, when I'm checking us into a motel. If the police do start looking for us, and call hotels along the interstate, it'll be best if none of the motels report that I was seen with a young red-haired girl." he added. The excitement over the thought of getting caught was making him even harder than before, if that were possible.<br><br>He glanced at the clock. It was about 8:00 now-he wouldn't need to pull over and get some sleep for about another four hours. He thought about Kat having the taste of his seed in her mouth for that long, especially if she didn't like it...he really hoped she did or he'd have to find somewhere along the way to pull over and get her something to drink. It was a funny thought, though, too. Her making a face over the taste of it, and her cute voice commenting on it. He really wanted to make out with her furiously, but he still had to put more distance between themselves and town, and he was about to get a blowjob from her, which would ultimately feel even better. He just had to be patient.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 20:59:23</strong>
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				<em>"I already think four years in that school were a total waste,"</em> Kat quipped through the same smirk she'd been wearing all along.&nbsp; She went quiet at that, but the young woman's pulse had already quickened.&nbsp; It was exciting to be on the run in any sense, yet her teacher's reminders of staying out of sight, keeping her clothes clean and laying low all helped to reinstill that this was infact happening.&nbsp; Kat had always felt an urge to break free the intangible bounds of her own personality and, for once, surprise people.&nbsp; Now she was.&nbsp; Just as Mr. Carstairs swelled to unexpectedly hard proportions, her grip tightened and resumed a steady, slow up and down shuffle over his skin.<br><br><em>"Well, drive for now.&nbsp; Tell me if I do something wrong, okay?"</em><br><br>His scent was even more intoxicating as shallow breaths deepened.&nbsp; Through the course of their exchange, Kat had gotten quite excited about what was coming.&nbsp; More importantly, that initial feeling of being grossed out by what she was about to do had given way to a delightfully nasty sort of excitement.&nbsp; What little she did know about sex seemed dirty, yet it was that very raunch which gave the act so much allure.&nbsp; Pursing lips, the young woman leaned in only to give them one final lick.&nbsp; She began with a simple kiss to the peeking swell of shadow-bathed flesh, spreading soft lips against him just enough for hints of his taste to begin encroaching on her mouth.&nbsp; Heavied eyelids sealed, and slowly but surely Kat eased the tension in her mouth enough to take his tip in.&nbsp; A velvet tongue followed closely, gently laying its underside tentatively across his flesh as though to test for a reaction.&nbsp; Her hand, meanwhile, sank about his shaft to rest comfortably and still for the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 02:58:26</strong>
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				"That's perfect." he told her, feeling her experimental first few touches. He hadn't done much with oral in his life, mostly the active stuff, but he could tell she was going to pick up on how to do this very quickly, and probably wouldn't need much instruction from him; her instincts, fueled by her excitement from being so repressed, would help her excel at being able to please him with her mouth. He just hoped he wasn't so out of practice with his own technique that she would be disappointed. After all, he was the one with experience, and she wasn't, so if he didn't do a good job on her...well, that wouldn't be very fair to her, now would it?<br><br>"Look in the glove compartment. Get some tissues." he interrupted her. "I don't know if you're going to be able to tell when I'm about to ejaculate, and if you don't like the taste of my semen, you'll need to be able to clean it up without making a mess." he explained. He knew some girls liked it and others couldn't stand it. Even if she could tolerate it, would she be willing and able to swallow?<br><br>The road was getting darker now, with fewer lights lining the road so she was bathed in almost total darkness save for the moonlight. "Ah, now this is perfect." he laughed. He never did care for intimacy with the lights on. That's how he planned to do it with her once they'd gotten a place to rest for the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 22:48:09</strong>
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				It was far nicer than Kat ever would've expected.&nbsp; Those first few tentative licks were by far the most nerve wracking, yet she found the warm, salty taste and feel of his flesh to be most inviting.&nbsp; Inch by inch Katrina descended a little over Mr. Carstairs, taking his latter half into her mouth to the point that she was comfortable and then holding him there.&nbsp; Where someone more experienced might've done more with their mouth, she relied almost solely on her tongue to slather and smear warm saliva about his form.&nbsp; Only when he instructed her to would she draw away.<br><br><em>"Okay, Alex."</em>&nbsp; Katrina murmured as she sat upright, leaning away and relinquishing both her holds on Mr. Carstairs long enough to open the glove compartment and retrieve several tissues.&nbsp; She laid them in her lap, illuminated by the compartment's amber glow long enough to grin across at the man.&nbsp; By now the young woman was visibly elated, excited as could be to have embarked on this new and exhilarating phase of her education.&nbsp; Deep down Kat had always known she was missing out on some very important lessons of life.&nbsp; Making up for it now appeased a deeply concerned part of her very much.<br><br>Soft lips and a tight, tense grip about the shaft quickly found Alex's girth again.&nbsp; Kat took him in with little hesitation this time, turning her head at even more of an angle whilst labored breaths came deeper and more laden with her teacher's virile scent.&nbsp; The upper half of his length was already encased in a glistening membrane of saliva.&nbsp; The young woman fought back a natural urge to begin bobbing her head up and down over the man.&nbsp; Moist cheeks instead sank in about his rigid contours, tensing as she began to suckle lightly while her tongue slathered his very tip.&nbsp; His compliments served only to spur her on, invigorating the young woman with much needed confidence.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 01:26:30</strong>
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				"God, I haven't had one of these in..." he was going to say four years, but he decided not to put an exact time frame on it. "Ages."<br><br>She was starting to feel like she was excited, accelerating his own heartbeat as she began working harder on him, figuring out quickly what worked and continuing it, improving with every stroke and suckle. He had said she might not know when he was going to cum, but she'd definitely have a pretty good idea. He hadn't had one of them in so long, he couldn't muster his old stamina, and was ready to blow just a few moments later. His cock became extremely rigid and stiff, and began exhibiting a different sort of throbbing, heralding the release of his day and a half's worth of seed. "Open your mouth, work the base of the shaft." he told her quickly. If he filled her whole mouth up with it with her clamped around it, and she didn't like the taste, she might vomit in his lap!<br><br>"Just let some of it hit your tongue, get some tissue ready with your other hand." he suggested. He did want her to at least taste a little bit of it. It felt wrong that she'd lost her virginity before her oral virginity, so he wanted her to get her first taste of cum as soon as possible. He held it in the base as long as he could before he was no longer able to keep it from shooting out. It felt forceful, like it might hit her somewhere on her face or forehead, if she wasn't quick or correctly positioned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 22:17:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kat, of course, couldn't respond.&nbsp; Her mouth now suitably occupied, she simply immersed herself in the effort of experiencing Mr. Carstairs in a strange but decidedly exciting new way.&nbsp; Soft lips gradually regained some of the tension they'd lost, squeezing to and caressing the finer, bulging veined contours of her former teacher's upper half whilst her tongue folded out along his underside.&nbsp; Like a velvet red carpet to welcome him, it slid along with the motion of her mouth whilst cheeks stroked and squeezed as a result of her gentle suckling.&nbsp; By now Katrina's efforts were audible, providing a carnal squishing sound unmistakably borne of this act.<br><br>Amber eyes had given up training their pupils on Alex.&nbsp; At this angle it was simply too much of a strain, and so her eyelids sealed once and for all.&nbsp; Depriving herself sight - not that there was much given the lack of lighting - seemed to intensify the thick and powerful aroma.&nbsp; Kat sped up just a little with the onset of those faint but powerful tremors in Mr. Carstairs.&nbsp; He wasn't really telling her, but she could tell his climax was beginning to build.&nbsp; Tension in his loins was almost tangible, prompting her to lift up and focus moreso on the bulbous tip of his erection.&nbsp; Her tongue slathered him in thick, heavier strides whilst the previously idle hand about his base shifted back into motion.&nbsp; As though she could sense what was slowly working its way up his length, she began to squeeze and pull.<br><br>She ignored his advice to get those tissues ready.&nbsp; The free hand simply clenched them tighter into her fist.&nbsp; Kat had every intention of further indulging in the subtle salty contribution Mr. Carstairs was offering to her mouth.&nbsp; When finally he began to spasm, the movements of her head ceased whilst her tongue flickered wildly against his sensitive flesh.&nbsp; When he began to come she swallowed, quite literally gulping at him in spite of the nasty, foreign sensation his seed produced.&nbsp; It was viscous and sticky, prompting the young woman to swallow much more than was necessary in an effort to clear her throat.&nbsp; Even then bits of him spilled from the corners of her mouth, dribbling no further than her chin as she worked diligently to finish him off.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 02:19:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My goodness!" he laughed, feeling her eagerness, and proud that for her first time, she'd been so daring. Maybe it was how strongly she felt about him; surely she wouldn't have done that for a guy she'd meet in her first year of college. Although he'd already spoiled her anyway months before, so her mouth was the only virginity she'd be losing. That thought made him think about showing her anal sex, but he might wait until she was eighteen before mentioning the possibility. She was such a wildcat, though, she might not need much convincing, especially now that she was more excited.<br><br>"That was wonderful, Kat." he sighed with relief. He managed to keep the car straight by opening his eyes very wide and focusing intently on the road. "How was it?" he asked her. "Did you like doing it? How about the taste?" he wanted to know everything about it from her point of view. That way he could figure out which things she liked best and incorporate those more into their future. She'd be in for quite a treat, with an intelligent, older man who actually cared about making her feel satisfied.<br><br>"You'll get your turn in a little while. Want to try to take a little nap while I get us across the state line?" he suggested. She was going to need to be energized for what she was going to experience later that night, after midnight rolled around and they finally got to a motel where they could share a proper bed for the first time. He was feeling a little tired from post-orgasm fatigue, so he opened a thermos of cold coffee from the other night and began to drink, hoping to get perked up enough to drive them another 200 miles at least, before needing to stop. And at 80 miles an hour on an empty freeway, that didn't seem like a problem.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 01:43:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kat rose upon finishing her very first blowjob.&nbsp; Sitting upright in her seat, she brushed the right wrist across her lips before the tip of her tongue slithered out once again in a sweep to collect what remained of Alex's essence.&nbsp; The salty, viscous liquid was already growing on her.&nbsp; Though its taste still seemed <em>wrong</em>, the young woman drew a correlation between than and its origin.&nbsp; It only tasted that way because anything that came out of a man's erection <em>must've</em> been nasty.&nbsp; This was the sort of conditioning she was mature and responsible enough to want to confront head-on.&nbsp; With a delighted smile Katrina dabbed what little of it clung to her chin onto fingertips, then proceeded to slip each between her lips long enough to clean them off.<br><br><em>"Not so bad.&nbsp; It tastes kinda... weird.&nbsp; Not bad-"</em> she looked shocked for the briefest of moments, suddenly very worried that she might somehow offend her former teacher by criticizing his taste.&nbsp; It took a conscious effort, but in the brief pause she took Kat pushed that away.&nbsp; After all, he'd asked. <em>"The smell was the same way.&nbsp; Not weird; just unique.&nbsp; I think I'll get used to it."</em>&nbsp; More than anything, pride resonated in the near-glowing features of her otherwise creamy countenance.&nbsp; A moment more saw the young woman relaxing her head against the seat's headrest.&nbsp; She thought in silence with amber eyes set intently on the road.<br><br><em>"I'll try,"</em> she offered.&nbsp; Excitement still had Katrina's pulse in a bit of a frenzy, and the exhilarating warmth circulating through the insides of her legs was difficult to ignore.&nbsp; They had quite a ways to go before they'd stop, though, and so after a good ten minutes' worth of silence Kat slipped wordlessly into slumber with hands folded lightly in her lap.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 21:18:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"In that case, just wait until you taste your own juices. I'll give you a sample when we get the chance to make love." he smiled. This was the best time in the world to experiment, while she was still young and fresh, and while it was still illegal. That probably thrilled her more than it thrilled him, but any situation where the woman was more excited was definitely ideal. "Curl up and take a cat-nap, my little kitten." he leaned over and kissed her forehead, swerving slightly as he took the car a little bit into the shoulder before getting back onto the road.<br><br>The clock was ticking slowly (well, not ticking since it wasn't an alarm clock) as he passed by the green road signs. They were nearing the state line by 11:00 and by midnight they should have been well into the next state. Only about a dozen states more to go after that before they reached the East Coast and their new home. He breathed a sigh of relief once they were out of there. Now if Katrina was realized to be gone, the police dragnet wouldn't suspect she'd gone far. And by the time it did spread further, they'd already be on the other side of the country. And there were lots of places for Katrina to hide if they did suspect him.<br><br>He passed a diner, tempted to get some coffee, but ignored it. He had enough energy to give Katrina a good stuffing before passing out. He just had to make sure to give her a gag or something since he was going to have to pretend he was alone in that motel room, or risk the police suspecting he'd been involved with Katrina's disappearance. Maybe she could push her mouth into a pillow to keep her little orgasmic cries silent, and just take it off when she needed air. Yeah, that would work. It was amazing how clever one could be when one needed to be naughty.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jazzy</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 23:19:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kat's sleep was hardly deep, yet it was plenty restful.&nbsp; The young woman quickly lost track of time to her slumber, drifting into consciousness long enough to take a groggy glimpse at the clock every so often, then fade right back away.&nbsp; It appeared Alex's worries over getting caught weren't shared by her, or if nothing else she did a fine job of setting it all aside.&nbsp; In truth Katrina was as at ease as she'd been in ages.&nbsp; For once she wasn't worrying about inevitably going home and having to deal with her parents.&nbsp; In place of that concern was nothing more than limitless potential of a very new sort.&nbsp; She slept peacefully and quiet for a couple hours, deeply excited at what the future might bring whilst vague dreams of sexual exploration kept her excitement tangible.<br><br>Some two hours later Kat awoke with minimal stirring, likely discreet enough that Mr. Carstairs wouldn't notice 'til she turned her head towards him.&nbsp; Blinking eyes peered first to his profile, then back to the clock.&nbsp; It was just after midnight.&nbsp; After brushing a wrist across her eyes and stretching as best she could while belted into the seat, Katrina squirmed 'round and held a steady, more alert gaze on her teacher.&nbsp; After a moment she peered to the road in hopes of discerning their whereabouts, but it was no use.&nbsp; She'd been out of the state twice in her life, and neither occasion had left much room for exploration.<br><br><em>"Where are we,"</em> she inquired whilst stifling a yawn.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Catholic School Confidential</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 00:24:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We've just arrived in Arizona." he said, after gasping a little. He thought she was still asleep. They'd crossed the California state line, heading for North Carolina, and they still had New Mexico, Texas, Arkansas, and Tennessee to pass through before they got there. He estimated they'd arrive there, if they weren't in a big hurry, by new Year's, which was about a week and a half away. Since she hadn't got to do much fun stuff he wanted to make sure they spent plenty of time together in places like that, where nobody knew who they were or their relationship.<br><br>"Tomorrow, I want to take you to a mall and get you some new clothes. I would love to see your cute little butt in some tight jeans." he laughed. "And a spaghetti-strap tank top, too. I think a new look would make you feel like a whole new woman, Kat." he suggested. He wondered what she thought about an image change. Would it be as good as her attitude and decision change, or just one more small step in becoming her own person?<br><br>"How horny are you?" he asked her. They were nearing a lodge without a lot of people staying there; if they stopped there, probably no one would see her sneaking into his room. So the innkeeper would have to say he was alone checking in and out. Kat wasn't as worried, obviously, since all she'd have to face was the anger of her parents. He'd be brought up on more criminal charges than most men who'd been in jail longer than he'd been alive. "Want to feel better than you've ever felt in your life right now, or wait another hour?" he grinned.
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