The Schoolteacher (NinaN & Tom)
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				Title: <strong>The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 15:22:40</strong>
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				August 1957<br><br>No one ever called her Josephine. They probably didn't know that was her name at all, although she signed the report cards Josephine Dahl at the end of every term. She was just called <em>Miss Dahl</em>, by collegues, parents and by the children. Not that all of them were children really, she just referred to them that way. Youths or adolescents were probably better words.<br><br>She had come to Pinewood Bridge just two years past and had already shown excellent results. The children's grades had improved. Their manners and behavior was significantly better. And she was slowly becoming a prominent figure in the community. Miss Dahl always had a warm smile, a helping hand or a word of comfort for her fellow citizens of the small, quiet town.<br><br>Of nordic offspring, Miss Dahl was just a little taller than some women, but not as tall as a man. She had hair of gold that paled to an even lighter hue in the summer. It was long with large locks, but ususally decently set up. That way it exposed her soft, slender neck. Miss Dahl had a very light complexion, that gave a false impression of vulnerability. Round of hip and bust; <em>healthy </em> was a word people would use without having to resort to any descriptions that could have any possible sexual nature. Deep blue eyes, with long dark lashes were sometimes enhanced by reading glasses.<br><br>A lot of the men probably fancied her. But she ignored most innuendoes or flirtation from the married men. Bachelors who sought to court her were politely turned away. If any were agressive in their approach, she would softly invoke threats of sin and eternal damnation. In all manner of ways she was a god-fearing, morally upstanding young woman that everyone trusted their kids with.<br><br>As for the youths, or young adults in some cases, they sometimes saw a different side of her. She hardly ever raised her voice or lost her temper. It was just something about the way she spoke, and what she said, that made even the most terrible troublemakers lose their nerves. So, when she walked into the classroom each morning, her pupils would be lined up next to their desks. They were almost always dressed appropriately, and greeted her with a loud and unison <em>Good morning, Miss Dahl</em>.<br><br>"Be seated." She said, her eyes scanning over them to take note of anything out of the ordinary; an immoral piece of clothing, an absentee or even their hairstyles. She was wearing a light blue summer dress herself, with a white belt, matching white shoes and hairband. The shoes had a slight heel, but no where near being provocative. The skirt of the dress reached down below her knees, hiding well the top of her stockings, garter and underwear. Her make-up was very subtle, if present at all; emphasizing her dark lashes and full, pink lips.
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				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 16:19:24</strong>
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				Amy Peters, the only child of Mary and Don Peters, had lived in the same house in Pinewood Bridge her whole life, just as the Peters family had lived in this same small town for generations.<br><br>The Peters home was on Pine St. and was less than a block away from the Baptist Church that Don Peters grandfather had built over 40 years ago, and where Don Peters had ministered his entire adult life.<br><br>Being a pastor’s daughter meant that Amy was in church with her family Sunday morning and evening, as well as at the Wednesday prayer meeting.&nbsp; Whenever there was a special event at Church, it became a family affair, with Mary and Amy helping to make sure such events always went smoothly.<br><br>Amy was 5’4” tall, with auburn hair worn in a short ponytail. During the summer, her face, neck, wrists, and hands would glow with the kiss of the sun’s rays, but the rest of her was a creamy white, being covered by her clothing.&nbsp; At 16, a junior in high school, Amy was quite skinny at only 111 lbs.&nbsp; Her parents called her coltish.<br><br>Mary bought her daughter conservative clothing.&nbsp; Solid colored dresses and skirts for the summer, with white blouses, black shoes, and knee-high woolen socks completing the outfits.&nbsp; Amy’s underwear was limited to plain white panties and bras.<br><br>Growing up in a Baptist home, Amy knew the meaning and importance of obedience, to God first, then to parents, then to her teachers who were given authority over her, and finally, to her elders.&nbsp; Amy had been taught always to answer her elders with a ‘yes ma’am’ or ‘yes sir’ and she learned her lessons well.<br><br>Amy had kissed a boy once.&nbsp; It had been after a school dance, one of the few Amy had been allowed to attend, and then only because her mother was a chaperone.&nbsp; They had sneaked out the back door of the dance hall for only a minute, and there, in the dark, she had let him kiss her.&nbsp; Amy had never allowed a repeat performance though.&nbsp; She feared what her parents might do if they were to find out she had allowed a boy to take such liberties with their daughter.<br><br>Amy had always been a good student, but at the beginning of her junior year, her grades began to falter, and Amy didn’t know why.&nbsp; It was nothing too serious yet, Amy wasn’t about to get a dreaded note sent to her parents by one of her teachers, but Amy, always the model student, was nervous and wanted to boost her grades back up.&nbsp; If only she knew how.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 11:24:53</strong>
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				Miss Dahl seemed to find everything satisfactory. The boys had their shirts tucked in. The girls' hair were in order. As soon as the practicalities were taken care of, she turned to the first subject of the day; english litterature. This fall they would be concentrating on Herman Melville's great American novel Moby Dick.<br><br>She set them to taking turns reading aloud from the book, while she walked between their desks listening. She corrected them when necessary and made sure everyone were paying attention. It was a complex book with layers of symbolism and issues that would be too difficult for these youngsters to discuss. But at least they'd get a feel for the most obvious plots and themes.<br><br>"Thank you, Jim." Miss Dahl said. Her voice was quite soft and warm. "You read much better now. Try a little bit slower next time." She turned around and put her eyes on little Miss Peters. "Amy. Continue from where Jim left off." <br><br>Her own mind momentarily skipped to this morning when she had had so much fun with a cucumber. She could still feel the aftereffects of it between her legs.
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				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 23:50:47</strong>
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				Amy was sitting in class.&nbsp; Her copy of Moby Dick was opened to the right page, but Amy’s mind wasn’t anywhere near the classroom when Miss Dahl called on her.&nbsp; She’d been following the words, more or less, but her mind wasn’t on Moby Dick, or sailing ships, or whales or anything of the kind.<br><br>What captured Amy’ mind during class was a feeling.&nbsp; She’d agreed to see her friend yesterday.&nbsp; He wasn’t her ‘boy friend’, her parents would kill her if they thought she had one, but he was a boy, and Amy was having ‘feelings’ for him.&nbsp; She could hardly describe her feelings toward the boy, much less understand them.<br><br>When Miss Dahl called her she was just recalling when they were behind the administration building the afternoon before, he had kissed her there.&nbsp; This was their second kiss; only this time he had held her upper arm with her hand, and, whether accidentally or on purpose, his thumb had brushed against her breast for one brief second.&nbsp; She would never forget the electric tingle that ran through her body even though she knew that he should never touch her there.&nbsp; She remembered it now at the sound of Miss Dahl calling her name to read.<br><br>“Unnh!” she exclaimed involuntarily, and then blushed bright red when she realized what she had been thinking and what she felt.&nbsp; “Umm…,” she stalled, as her eyes raced frantically over the page, seeking the place where she was to begin reading.&nbsp; Amy was still blushing with her embarrassment, not knowing where to start reading only made her blush a deeper shade of red.&nbsp; <br><br>She finally found the right place in her book, and began, “Chapter five, Breakfast.&nbsp; I finally followed suit, and descending into the barroom accosted the grinning landlord very pleasantly.”&nbsp; As Amy read, she was thinking in the back of her mind, “That was close, but I guess Miss Dahl didn’t notice.&nbsp; I’ll need to be more careful from now on.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 11:44:00</strong>
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				Miss Dahl waited patiently for Amy to start reading. Once she did, the schoolteacher continued pacing the classroom, listening. She stopped right in front of Amy's desk, arms crossed beneath her large bosom. She didn't say anything, and didn't seem to have any reason to correct any of Amy's reading.<br><br>"Thank you, Amy." She turned around, looking around. She stood with her round bottom right in front of Amy. "Georgie. You're up."<br><br>The pale boy in grey pants and combed black hair stuttered through a few paragraphs. He wasn't a very good reader, both struggling with the words and not having any sort of intonation or characterization in his voice.<br><br>Finally, when a few more of them had read, Miss Dahl seemed to be satisfied. "It's time for the boys to head for wood shop and the girls to have home economics in the kitchen. We'll meet back here for Mathematics after lunch." She paused for a second or two. "Amy, I would like to have a word with you. The rest of you are dismissed."
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				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 21:04:46</strong>
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				Once her turn at reading was done, Amy tried hard to stay focused on what was going on in class, but Georgie’s reading was boring, to say the least!&nbsp; He was slow, and his constant hesitations and need to go back and repeat what he’d just read made it impossible for Amy to keep her attention on what was being read.<br><br>Slowly, though she tried repeatedly to stop it, Amy’s mind kept slipping back to that single second when the boy had touched her.&nbsp; At first, she was sure it was an accident, but as she thought about it, she felt maybe it wasn’t.&nbsp; What if he did it on purpose?&nbsp; What if he’d planed to do more? Before long, in Amy’s daydream, her friend was not just touching her, but his thumb stroked gently back and forth as their kiss lingered.&nbsp; Amy was unaware of this, but her breathing and heart rate had both increased because of the thoughts swirling in her mind.<br><br>And then, without her willing it at all, his hang began to creep off of her arm and onto her breast.&nbsp; It felt impossibly good, and Amy was no longer in the classroom but with her friend again.<br><br>And then, Miss Dahl’s voice pulled her back to reality.&nbsp; She’d just announced her next class and Amy stood to go, but Miss Dahl’s voice stopped her.&nbsp; She was to remain behind as the other students left.<br><br>Amy lowered her eyes, embarrassed by her extended daydream and replied simply, “Yes, Miss Dahl.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 09:52:58</strong>
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				The schoolteacher stood patiently waiting while the other youths filed out of the classroom. They knew better than to hurry or make a lot of noise. When the door closed and two of them were alone, Miss Dahl said nothing for several long seconds. When she finally spoke, it was with disappointment in her voice.<br><br>"I don't know what to say, Amy. Your parents will not like this. Not at all." She shook her head slowly and very subtle. "Such undecent and perverted behaviour, is really not what I expected from you."<br><br>She took a step forward and put her hands on her hips. "You do realize your nipples have been quite protruding throughout most of the last hour, even through your bra and blouse? And since the classroom is quite warm, I can only conclude that your mind and thoughts have been quite filthy. Am I right?"
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				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 16:32:01</strong>
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				Amy knew what she had been doing during class, where her mind had been.&nbsp; She was thankful that Miss Dahl couldn’t possibly know her thoughts, but still, she knew them and felt ashamed anyway.&nbsp; Amy’s head was lowered, staring blankly at her desk.<br><br>When Miss Dahl mentioned her parents and spoke of indecency and perversion, all in the same breath, her heart skipped a beat, and all of a sudden, it seemed there was not enough air in the room.<br><br>With Miss Dahl’s final accusation, Amy looked down at her blouse to see that Miss Dahl was perfectly correct, her nipples were quite visible, even through two layers of clothing, though, even as she looked, she could feel their tension retreating, a result of her sudden panic.<br><br>She looked up suddenly at Miss Dahl’s harsh expression with a look on her face as if she had found herself in the path of an oncoming car and was so frozen by fear that she dare not move.&nbsp; And then, finally, her instinct to flee asserted itself and Amy blurted out, tears welling up in her eyes, “No Miss Dahl, it’s not that at all, it’s just that…well, it’s just that there’s a lot going on at home right now, that’s why I might have bee a little preoccupied.”&nbsp; But that only made it worse, even Amy felt stupid for making such a transparently false excuse.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 10:20:40</strong>
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				Miss Dahl sighed. "I'm going to have to call your parents and get them to meet with me. We're all going to have to discuss what happened and you will have to explain yourself in detail." She chewed on her lower lip a little. "I realize this will be terriblly embarassing humiliating. And I'm confident your parents will be very disappointed. Not to mention that they will have to come up with some sort of suitable reprimand or punishment."<br><br>She paused again, letting the notion of that possibility sink in and become a vivid reality. "Then again...I guess we could settle this here and now. I'll give you an appropriate punishment, and maybe we won't have to mention this to Mr. Peters or your mother."<br><br>"Your call...sweetie."
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				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 14:47:00</strong>
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				As Miss Dahl outlined how the conference with her parents would go, Amy sat in her seat in shock.&nbsp; Miss Dahl couldn’t tell her parents about her daydreaming, she just couldn’t!&nbsp; And she wouldn’t be able to get away with the flimsy lie that she had told Miss Dahl.&nbsp; The truth would come out for sure, all of it!<br><br>Amy began to moan softly as a tear fell from her eye, this couldn’t be happening!&nbsp; Her mind was in such a spin that she almost missed Miss Dahl saying, “Then again…” but when she understood what Miss Dahl was proposing, Amy jumped at the chance to put this all behind her.<br><br>“Yes!” Amy blurted out, “Let’s settle this now, I’ll do whatever you want.”<br><br>Amy could not believe her good fortune, or Miss Dahl’s understanding of how important it was to Amy that her parents not find out about Amy’s recent activites.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 12:17:32</strong>
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				"Very well." Miss Dahl nodded. "You know, I couldn't possibly in good conscience let this pass."<br><br>She give Amy a brief half-smile, before it vanished again. "Bend over here. Lift your skirt and then put your hands on the desk. I'll give you a proper spanking."<br><br>She moved to the door to lock it. "While I had a mind to punish you in front of the class, I think I wouldn't want you to affect any of the boys with your filthy perversions."<br><br>Miss Dahl returned to Amy. "Go on girl. Do as I say."
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				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 16:24:12</strong>
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				Amy stood there in confusion, facing Miss Dahl.&nbsp; Amy could not understand, what had Miss Dahl meant by ‘couldn’t let this pass’, anyway?&nbsp; Did Miss Dahl enjoy disciplining her students?&nbsp; Had she taken Amy’s promise ‘to do whatever you want’ a little too seriously?&nbsp; In Amy’s naiveté she was completely unaware of just how literally certain people might take such a promise.<br><br>Amy stood where Miss Dahl had directed, but before she leaned over the desk, she protested, “Miss Dahl, it is improper for a young lady to show her underwear to anyone.&nbsp; Mother says so.”&nbsp; Amy was certain that she would respect her parent’s sense of propriety and retract her demand that Amy lift her skirt, but certain that Miss Dahl would not be talked out of the punishment she had in store for May, she obediently leaned over the desk and extended her hands above her head as she had been instructed.<br><br>While she waited, Amy thought about something else Miss Dahl had said, about the possibility of punishing her in front of the other students.&nbsp; Amy considered herself lucky to have gotten off so easily.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 15:21:16</strong>
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				Miss Dahl stood next to Amy, sighing as she explained. "Of course it is, Amy. Do you even need to ask?!" She thrummed her fingers on her own arm, crossed underneath her breasts. "Obviously I'm going to have to, since I'm going to punish you. Your parents and your doctor and your teacher are not normal people."<br><br>Her voice was clearly showing that she was growing impatient. "Would you rather I called your father and had him come here and spank you? No? Then lift your skirt right away, young lady. No nonsense."<br><br>There was no room for discussion in her tone.
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				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 16:20:01</strong>
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				Amy was not sure which she feared more, the thought that Miss Dahl might call her father and ask him to come punish his daughter, or the cold and commanding tone of Miss Dahl’s voice when she demanded that Amy’s skirt be lifted.<br><br>In the end, it didn’t matter which she feared more because Amy realized that she really had no choice in the matter.&nbsp; With a nervous sigh, Amy relented and stood up from her position bent over her teacher’s desk.&nbsp; Her hands trembled badly as she reached down to her skirt and hiked it up to her waist, exposing her bottom to Miss Dahl, encased, as it was, in plain white cotton panties.<br><br>As Amy bent back over, she tried to justify her embarrassing position be reasoning that Miss Dahl was not an ordinary person as she herself pointed out, she was Amy’s teacher, a woman in authority, and Jane knew better than to contradict one who was in authority.<br><br>Even with that settled in her mind, Jane still feared the punishment itself.&nbsp; Would Miss Dahl use a ruler, a wooden paddle, a belt?&nbsp; Would she use her <em>hand</em>?&nbsp; Somehow, that is what Amy feared the most.&nbsp; It was bad enough to suffer the humiliation of exposing her panties to Miss Dahl, but it was far worse if Miss Dahl actually touched her, ‘back there’.<br><br>From her position on the desk she couldn’t see what Miss Dahl was doing, but she knew her punishment was about to begin.&nbsp; Nervously, she took a deep breath to calm herself and to keep herself from crying.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 12:21:27</strong>
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				Nothing happened for a while. Miss Dahl stood watching Amy's bottom. <br><br>"You're too big to cry." Miss Dahl said, quietly, then slapped down on Amy's ass with her hand. The first spank was moderately hard; enough to give Amy some idea how painful this would be, but soft enough to show that more slaps were required.<br><br>Her hand hit on the edge of the panties, where they curved over a round cheek, and where it was smoothest and softest. She slapped again. Then at the same location on the other cheek. "You've brought this on yourself, you know. You should be ashemed of what a filthy pervert you are."<br><br>Miss Dahl went into a rage of blows, moving from one cheek to the other in what seemed to be a random fashion. The pale bottom was quickly turning pink.
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				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 19:58:04</strong>
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				Amy realized that her teacher was right; she was much too old to cry over a spanking.&nbsp; However much pain was inflicted, Amy would just have to suck it up and bear it.&nbsp; She would not cry!<br><br>And then the first slap landed and Amy winced with surprise at the pain, but did not cry out.&nbsp; As the second blow landed, Amy squeezed her eyes shut and inhaled sharply through clenched teeth, willing herself to remain silent and just bear what was being done to her.&nbsp; As the spanking continued with increasing intensity, Amy found it impossible not to squirm on the desk.&nbsp; Even though it was impossible, her body automatically sought a place where the blows on her bottom could be avoided.<br><br>Finally, as Miss Dahl reminded her that she’d brought this on herself, she had to agree, it was true.&nbsp; It was all true, even the part about being a filthy pervert.&nbsp; Miss Dahl had struck her most sensitive nerve in putting a name to her behavior.&nbsp; And the worst part was, Amy was totally alone.&nbsp; Nobody could ever find out how bad she had been, especially not her parents.<br><br>And with the acknowledgement of her complete isolation came the tears.&nbsp; Tears of shame, as well as tears of fear, because Amy was alone.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 13:19:15</strong>
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				Miss Dahl stopped the spanking. She held her hand still on Amy's bottom. "I think you've learned your lesson." Her breathing was a little quickened as if the excertion of the spanking had put her slightly out of breath.<br><br>Finally she adjusted Amy's underwear a little and let the skirt fall back down, allowing Amy to stand fully upright again. Miss Dahl's own nipples were <em>very </em> hardened and elongated through her bra and top now, but Amy would obviously invite a great deal of trouble by pointing out the hypocrasy.<br><br>"You may join the rest of the girls now."
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				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 20:35:16</strong>
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				When her punishment was finished and Miss Dahl permitted Amy to stand, she spent a moment smoothing her clothes and making sure that everything was in place in an effort to hide any outward signs of the punishment she had just received.<br><br>Then, when Miss Dahl spoke to her in order to dismiss her to her next class, Amy turned to Miss Dahl and could not help but notice her nipples pressing hard against the fabric of her blouse.&nbsp; Her eyes widened for a moment, but then, embarrassed, she tore her eyes away to look at Miss Dahl’s face.&nbsp; With her cheeks beginning toredden, Amy thanked Miss Dahl and left.<br><br>As she walked to home ec, Amy wondered what it could mean that Miss Dahl had reacted so strangely to Amy’s punishment.&nbsp; The thought that she might be attracted or aroused by what had taken place only came to Amy slowly, such things just didn’t happen, after all, and if they did, they were never talked about.<br><br>But when the thought did push its way slowly into Amy’s mind, she became frightened by what that might imply about Miss Dahl.<br><br>Having already seen the results of not paying attention during class, Amy was careful not to let her mind be pulled away during home ec, which wasn’t too hard, she had always liked home ec.<br><br>Amy ate her lunch alone that day, her mind lost and wandering, thinking, more than anything, about Miss Dahl and wondering what she would say in Mathematics.&nbsp; Her mind wandering, Amy sat through first bell, and when late bell rang, she thought is was the first, until she saw that all of the other students had already gone to class.<br><br>“Oh my God!” Amy thought, “I’m going to be late for Mrs. Dahl’s class!”<br><br>Amy ran like lightening to her class, opening the door as quietly as possible when she arrived, hoping that she could find her seat without Miss Dahl seeing her.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 12:25:18</strong>
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				Miss Dahl stared straight ahead while all the youngsters filed in and found their seats. At first she didn't seem to notice that Amy had entered a little later than the others. Only when everyone were seated did she speak up.<br><br>"Amy. You were late. Unless you have a note from the principal or the nurse or any of the other teachers, don't bother explaining yourself." She paused, letting her tongue moisten her full lips. "Your lack of respect is becoming tedious. You need to be punished. Again. In front of the others, this time."<br><br>She shook her head. "Get up. Stand here, up front by my desk. You'll remain here until further notice." She pulled open her drawer and produced five clothespins. "Jane, Suzie, Tommy, William and Betsy. Step forward as well. Each of you will take a clothespin and put it on Amy. On her skin, not her clothes."
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				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 20:55:01</strong>
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				As soon as Amy entered the classroom, she realized there was no possibility of getting to her seat without being seen.&nbsp; But rather than look at Miss Dahl, Amy fastened her eyes on her seat as she walked toward it with a sickening feeling beginning to fill her stomach.<br><br>When Miss Dahl ordered her to get up, she did, and immediately felt her face begin to flush.&nbsp; Then she was ordered to Miss Dahl’s desk, and as Miss Dahl called the names of some of her classmates, she realized that they were to participate in Amy’s humiliation.<br><br>Standing next to Miss Dahl’s desk, Amy waited as clothespins were handed out, wishing she could disappear into a hole in the floor.&nbsp; She had never been so embarrassed in her life!<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 13:01:46</strong>
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				The five chosen classmates moved up and were handed a clothespin each. Some of them looked apologetic and uncomfortable, others looked indifferent or even smug. A few giggles passed over the remaining class, but they kept quiet for the most part, just feeling lucky they weren't subjects to the same punishment.<br><br>The first girl put her clothespin on Amy's finger, thinking it would be the least painful spot. The next wanted to do the same, but were told by miss Dahl that she would have to pick another spot. She briefly considered, then fastened it to Amy's earlobe.<br><br>The first boy, put his pin on Amy's nose and the third girl put hers on Amy's bottom lip. There was only the second boy left, William, a bit unsure of where to put his.<br><br>Miss Dahl whispered him something. He nodded and put the pin on Amy's breast; pinching her nipple through her bra and top.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 00:52:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thoroughly humiliated by what was being done to her, Amy watched as Ms. Dahl handed out clothespins.&nbsp; When the first girl put a clothespin on Amy’s finger, she sighed with relief and looked at the girl thankfully.&nbsp; If all 5 clothespins went on her fingers, that wouldn’t be so bad.&nbsp; Sure, it was still embarrassing, but at least it was bearable.<br>Then Ms. Dahl made it clear that each student would have to find a new place to attach his or her pin.&nbsp; The next clothespin went on Amy’s earlobe.&nbsp; It didn’t hurt at first, but very soon, it began to ache.&nbsp; The next pin went on Amy’s nose, making it impossible to breathe without leaving her mouth open.&nbsp; The next went on Amy’s bottom lip, the weight of which pulled Amy’s mouth open in a most embarrassing sneer<br><br>That left only one boy to place a clothespin, and he hesitated, not sure what to do.&nbsp; Ms. Dahl whispered a quiet instruction to the boy, who nodded and stepped closer to Amy.&nbsp; He opened the clothespin as wide as it would go and pressed it to Amy’s breast.&nbsp; Amy closed her eyes.&nbsp; She knew that she could not protest, so the best she could do was to shut out the rest of the world.<br><br>But the clothespin could find no purchase and slipped off the fabric of Amy’s top.&nbsp; He tried again, pressing harder, but the jaws of the clothespin simply wouldn’t spread far enough, and it slipped a second time.&nbsp; The boy looked at Ms’ Dahl for encouragement, and, finding it, used the fingers of one hand to pinch Amy’s breast, and then slipped the clothespin over it.<br><br>Amy, even with her eyes closed was fully aware of what the boy had done.&nbsp; And, even through the extreme embarrassment that she felt, it felt good.&nbsp; Good to be touched in a personal way, and to Amy’s complete surprise, good to be touched in public.&nbsp; Even so, Amy’s face was beet red!<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 11:26:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A brief little smile passed over Miss Dahl's full lips. She then made her little helpers sit down again and she turned her attention back to school subjects. Amy was apparantly forced to stand there while things moved on as normal.<br><br>"Get your math books out and start working from page 22 through page 28. I'll move around to each of you in turn to make sure all the assignments from last week have been completed."<br><br>She did exactly that, ignoring Amy completely. The other teens did look at her once in a while, whispering and giggling quietly. Miss Dahl moved from desk to desk, looking through homework and making notes and corrections. Finally, she moved up to Amy again, looking into her eyes, but saying nothing. The class couldn't see that she moved her hand to the clothespin on her breast and twisted it lightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 23:56:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After the last embarrassing clothespin placement on her breast, Ms. Dahl went back to teaching her class without so much as another word to Amy.&nbsp; Amy dared not move from her place standing in front of the class until Miss Dahl dismissed her lest her punishment be increased.&nbsp; And she dared not interrupt Miss Dahl as she worked with the other students for exactly the same reason.<br><br>Amy could still hear the whispers and snickers of the other students, and the fact that Miss Dahl allowed these things to continue was a break from her normal classroom protocol.&nbsp; But Amy knew that they were being allowed on this occasion because they were all directed at Amy.<br><br>All Amy could do was try to avoid the eyes of her fellow students and to hope for her class, and therefore, her punishment, to be over.&nbsp; At least, she hoped it would be over.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 12:27:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Math would last for two long hours. Miss Dahl let Amy stand at the front the whole first of them, until she finally plucked the clothes pins off, forcefully. She whispered while doing so. "You're a naughty girl, Amy. I have a suspicion this is not the last time I'm going to have to punish you. Maybe you like it? Maybe it makes you...wet?" She glanced downwards to indicate where she meant.<br><br>"Sit down and do your math. You're going to have to do extra homework to catch up with the others." Miss Dahl continued moving about the classroom. About halfway through the second hour she stood with her back in front of Amy and helped Roger seated in front of her. She bent over, deliberately it seemed, to give Amy a perfect view of her shapely bottom right in front of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 00:02:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amy winced as each pin was removed, because, the way that Miss Dahl grabbed them, caused them to pinch tighter first, so when she pulled them away, it really pinched the flesh.&nbsp; The last one was the worst, the one that was on her nipple.&nbsp; When that one was pulled off, Amy let out a quiet yelp of pain, which immediately turned to embarrassment, because all of her classmates as well as Miss Dahl knew what had caused the pain.<br><br>Amy agreed with Miss Dahl that she was a naughty girl, but disagreed that her punishment had made her wet.&nbsp; There were some things she was not prepared to share with anyone, even if if meant lying to her teacher.&nbsp; Even knowing how her teacher felt about such things.&nbsp; But she felt safe enough.&nbsp; How would Miss Dahl know if she was wet or not?<br><br>Amy agreed to do extra homework and was finally allowed back to her seat, whee she set about the task of catching up with her classmates.&nbsp; But even that was made more difficult when Miss Dahl helped the student in front of Amy.&nbsp; Somehow, the sight of Miss Dahl’s backside only a few inched away from the front of Amy’s desk was a disconcerting sight to young Amy.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 12:24:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Miss Dahl shifted her weight from one foot to the other, a movement that carried upwards all the way to her shapely bottom. She spent a long time like this before finally turning around to Amy.<br><br>"Now let's see how you've been doing, Amy." She leaned over the other way, not showing much cleavage but still giving ample focus to her big breasts. She turned Amy's workbook, flipping through some of the pages. "This seems to be mostly correct, although you're still somewhat behind. I'll be checking it again tomorrow."<br><br>The class was slowly finishing and the school day was coming to an end. Miss Dahl remained at her desk while the teenagers quietly filed out, wary about turning her wroth upon them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 04:09:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Miss Dahl turned toward Amy and wanted to see her work, Amy handed over her notebook for Miss Dahl’s inspection.&nbsp; And when Miss Dahl pointed out that Amy was still behind, Amy had a moment of temper, which she kept mostly hidden, but she could not stop the thought, “Well, if you’d allow me to join the class once in a while…”<br><br>But still, a glimmer of her attitude may have come through when she said plaintively, “Well, I’ll do my best to catch up when I’m given the chance then.”<br><br>When class ended, she began to stand up, hoping that Miss Dahl was finished with her for the day.&nbsp; Amy didn’t know if she could stand another encounter with Miss Dahl in one day.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 11:47:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Miss Dahl didn't even glance up at Amy, as if she was deliberately ignoring her. Only when the girl reached the door, did she say anything. "See you tomorrow, Amy. Good day."<br><br>When everyone were out, Miss Dahl smiled to herself. She put her hand on her knee and found her way underneath her dress and up between her thighs. Her panties were soaked through with her sexual juices.<br><br>She let her fingers stroke over her mound, while her mind went back to the sigh of Amy bent over her desk. She quickly and quietly brought herself to climax, then dropped by the teachers longue, then headed home; the epitome of moral decency as she greeted people on her way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 15:56:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amy did not look at Miss Dahl directly, but was keenly aware of the teacher sitting at her desk through peripheral vision.&nbsp; Amy held her breath, hoping not to be called back for further detention, and almost certainly, further humiliation.<br><br>As she was about to exit the classroom, Miss Dahl’s comment sounded friendly enough, but Amy, perhaps overly sensitive at this point, could not help but take the remark as a warning rather than as a friendly goodbye.&nbsp; It was all she could do to smile and nod before she disappeared out the door.<br><br>On her way home from school that day, Amy was keenly aware of her need to not screw up.&nbsp; She had to get her math homework caught up, or there would certainly be a price to pay tomorrow.&nbsp; Surely Miss Dahl would take exception to a student that could not even complete a simple homework assignment.<br><br>But sadly, Amy didn’t.&nbsp; The next morning she thought of all sorts of excuses, but she knew that Miss Dahl would be uninterested in her excuses.&nbsp; All that Amy had on her side was the truth.&nbsp; But even the truth seemed inadequate, when it was Miss Dahl teaching the class.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 14:40:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The first part of the schoolday progressed as normal. There was geography and history lessons. Miss Dahl talked about distant lands and ancient civilizations. Her students behaved well, apart from Catherine Paulson who was caught scribbling a note to her friend Wendy. Catherine's punishment was reading the note aloud, then eating it.<br><br>When it was time for math, Miss Dahl explained some things at the blackboard before they were set to work with their books. She moved about to see if everyone had done their homework, eventually reaching Amy.<br><br>Miss Dahl was wearing a pink and white dress today, with some pearls around her neck and hair set up in a bun. A hint of cleavage was offered, as the voluptous, sensual teacher crouched down next to Amy's desk, looking into her eyes with her mouth slightly puckered and whispering in a soft, motherly tone, "Did you get to do your homework, Amy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 05:08:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Miss Dahl made her way around the classroom, Amy knew that her moment of truth was only minutes away.&nbsp; Miss Dahl would ask Amy about her homework, and Amy would be forced to tell Miss Dahl that she had not finished it.<br><br>Amy had thought about it, and decided that trying to make up a plausible lie was a waste of effort.&nbsp; Miss Dahl would come to the truth eventually, and then things would only be worse for Amy.<br><br>When Miss Dahl reached Amy’s desk, Amy lowered her eyes and answered, mournfully, “No, Miss Dahl.&nbsp; I was out with my parents all evening, so I never had the chance to work on it.&nbsp; I’m sorry.”&nbsp; And Amy squeezed her eyes shut at this point, afraid of what must surely be coming from Miss Dahl after hearing Amy’s admission.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 11:54:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Miss Dahl didn't say anything for several long seconds. When she finally did, she was brief and cold. "I understand. Well, I'm sure you realize that this will have consequences."<br><br>She stood upright. "You will remain here after the others have gone home, for your punishment. Unless you'd rather get it in front of your classmates?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 00:35:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amy feared what Miss Dahl might consider to be the appropriate punishment for her obvious lapse, but she feared the humiliation of receiving it in front of the entire class even more.<br><br>Since she was given the choice, as much as she hated either option, she found herself saying, “No ma’am, I’ll stay after class to receive my punishment, ma’am.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 14:03:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The class finished as usual and with this being the end of the day, the other youngsters headed home; or more pricisely went off to a mall or a record store or to their friends' houses to hang out. Miss Dahl remained seated at her desk for several minutes more. The school was quickly emptying.<br><br>She rose and moved to the door, locking it. "Stand up, Amy."<br><br>Miss Dahl walked slowly around the room, picking up a cane by the blackboard. She sat one foot deliberately in front of the other; hips swaying. "You've been a very naughty girl, haven't you?"<br><br>She stopped in front of Amy, letting her cane rest lightly against the girl's cheek. Then she slid it slowly down her neck and over her chest, lingering on the breast and nipples. "You deserve punishment."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 20:26:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the classroom began to empty at the end of the day, Amy knew better than to stand or speak with her classmates as they began to file out the door.&nbsp; When all of the other students were gone and only she and Miss Dahl were left, Amy continued to sit there, trying to look nowhere in particular.&nbsp; She was afraid of Miss Dahl, and even more afraid of what she feared might be coming.&nbsp; But as she sat, blood began to rush to her cheeks and they began to burn and to turn red.<br><br>Then Miss Dahl was on her feet and slowly walking around the room, and Amy’s anxiety seemed to build with each slow step she took.&nbsp; When Miss Dahl told her to stand, Amy obeyed immediately.&nbsp; She watched out of the corner of her eye as Miss Dahl picked up a cane that was standing by itself in the corner.&nbsp; Her eyes widened as Miss Dahl then approached her with the cane in her hand.<br><br>She answered Miss Dahl nervously, “Yes, Miss Dahl.&nbsp; I’m sorry, I won’t let it happen again, I promise.”<br><br>Amy began to shudder as Miss Dahl laid the cane on her cheek, and, as the cane slid from her cheek down to her breasts, her anxiety began to turn into terror.&nbsp; Whatever Miss Dahl had in mind for her punishment, Amy wanted no part of it!<br><br>That Miss Dahl intended to punish Amy was clear, even before her declaration that Amy deserved it.&nbsp; Amy was afraid even to answer, and bent her head as she began to cry quietly.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 13:50:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shut up and stand still." Miss Dahl said, coldly. "We both know you're a pervert. You're just enjoying this."<br><br>She let the cane move over the girl's breast, to the other. It then proceeded downwards over her abdomen and around to cross her hip and outer thigh before swinging inwards towards knee and finally underneath her skirt.<br><br>"The punishments I gave you yesterday were obviously not enough. That's obvious. Logically, I'm going to have to punish you harder today, don't you agree?"<br><br>"I know certain things that I think would be appropriate for someone with a filthy mind such as yours. And I'm certain you wouldn't tell anyone either. Because then...your parents would have to be told about everything, including your perversions from yesterday." She leaned in very closer to whisper the last few words, letting her soft lips grace Amy's cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 20:13:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amy was shocked by the forcefulness of her teacher’s command.&nbsp; Her head jerked upward at the sound and she immediately stifled the sound of her crying, though tears continued to flow and stain her cheeks.&nbsp; And then Amy shook her head.&nbsp; She may have been naughty, but Amy was not a pervert!<br><br>She gritted her teeth as Miss Dahl moved the cane from one breast to the other, then down the side of her body, and finally under her skirt.&nbsp; Amy closed her eyes tightly, trying to shut out the horrible things her teacher was doing to her.<br><br>And when Miss Dahl suggested that today’s punishment would have to be harder than before, Amy could take it no more and blurted out, “Please! No, Miss Dahl, I’ll be good, I promise.&nbsp; Just don’t punish me with that, please!”&nbsp; And now Amy could no longer control her crying either, and let out a number of wrenching sobs, fueled by her fear of what Miss Dahl might have planned for her.<br><br>But Amy’s greatest fear was of her parents.&nbsp; And when Miss Dahl suggested that they would have to know, Amy whispered, defeated, “No, I won’t tell.&nbsp; Just please don’t tell my parents.”&nbsp; And she shook her head to emphasize that Miss Dahl had assured Amy’s silence.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 12:28:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very well. If you do what I say, I won't. For their sake, not yours." Miss Dahl raised one eyebrow as she smiled. She let her cane stroke the inside of Amy's thigh, just above the knee.<br><br>"You can start by turning around and bend over...just like yesterday. Lift your skirt and expose your bottom. Now, unlike yesterday, I want you to pull your panties down to your mid thighs."<br><br>She bit lightly on her lower lip. "This is not open for debate."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Schoolteacher (NinaN &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinaN</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 19:53:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amy was relieved to hear that she had won a promise, at least, not to tell her parents.&nbsp; This wasn’t something that her parents needed to know about, and Amy was glad that Miss Dahl was in agreement there.<br><br>But, what was the price of silence??&nbsp; It seemed that in order to keep her parents out of this, she would have to undergo a caning at the hands of Miss Dahl.&nbsp; And on this point, Miss Dahl seemed adamant!&nbsp; Amy could tell by her voice that there was no way of talking Miss Dahl out of a caning.<br><br>Amy followed Miss Dahl’s instructions and turned around and raised her skirt, just as she was told, even though her knees were already shaking with anticipation of her punishment.&nbsp; But when she was told to lower her panties, she was about to protest, but Miss Dahl closed off even that avenue of negotiation.&nbsp; With trembling fingers, Amy slowly lowered her panties as instructed, and then waited for the sound of the cane as it whistled through the air on its way to her unprotected bottom.<br>
			</dd>
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