Catholic School Girl by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Catholic School Girl by loyalsock

Mary's all girl school was no picnic. The classes were hard, and the teachers mean. 18 year old Cherry, a sophomore at St Mary's was a model student, although she secretly hated the place. All A's in her classes, a star volleyball player, and very, very beautiful. Cherry with her shoulder length auburn hair, nice 36 C breasts, and a sexy smile that seemed to leave time frozen for anyone caught looking. Life was indeed good for Cherry, she however didn't agree. Cherry was tired of being in an all girls school. She was old now, a full 18 years. She wanted to see boys and go on dates, holding hands... Maybe even a kiss if they were a gentlemen. Cherry walked down the hallway of her school in her clean, freshly ironed uniform. This consisted of a suit top similar to the kind men wore, and a knee high skirt. Black and red, the schools official colors. I hope he gives me a good grade, thought Cherry. Today She had a large assignment due in biology today, one that would determine if she received an A or not in this class. What a ridiculous assignment anyway, this should be taught in sex ed. Cherry had to stand in front of the class and describe the different cycles of a human woman's pregnancy, and the growth patterns of the baby at each step. Cherry twirled her hair on her index finger in anticipation, she did not enjoy public speaking much less about something so close to sex, especially in a class taught by Mr. Johnson. He was very critical and always gave her weird looks. Mr. ...

... Johnson was a peculiar man, and he got very hostile when someone does something wrong in class. Usually offenses resulted in a slap across your bare butt with his yard stick, which he was very good at using. On the girls more than the boys it seemed.. Any little thing would result in this reprimand, being late, even a few seconds; talking in class, or worst of all, not having your homework done. &#034Cherry, are you ready with your presentation&#034 Mr. Johnson had asked her. &#034Yes sir, I am&#034. Cherry quickly and nervously opened her bag for her tag board and papers. She had started wildly looking through her bag, emptying it out right there in the middle of the room. Everyone staring at poor Cherry who had frozen in place looking into her school bag. &#034Well&#034 asked Mr. Johnson. &#034I.. I... I don't know where my things are sir. Thought I bought them, she paused. They must have fallen out of my bag on my way to school&#034. Cherry could barely contain her tears. Running down her cheek ruining the light layer of cover-up she was allowed at a Catholic school. Then it came, the dreaded &#034You will need to meet me after school today Cherry&#034 her teacher almost spitting on her as he told her this, the anger evident in his eyes. The rest of the day was beyond torture for sweet little Cherry. She knew what was waiting for her at 3pm. That evil, almost bl**dstained ruler that has brought so many k**s to tears was waiting to strike her butt causing her considerable ...