A Cheater's Regret (Chapter 1) - Sex Stories

A Cheater's Regret (Chapter 1)

... on me! But mostly, I felt ashamed. “You’re not out of the woods yet,” she told me. “We are going to discuss this matter, and then decide what the appropriate punishment for you is, assuming we don’t kick you out altogether.” As soon as I got back to my room I hurled myself onto the bed and buried my head in my pillow. I cried like I had never cried before. I tried to stifle back the tears as I heard Melanie come in. I lay absolutely still for what seemed like an eternity, until I finally heard her heels click back out into the hallways and slam the door shut behind her. That bitch ruined my life. A couple days later I was summoned back to Ms. Turring’s office. She was waiting for me with Mr. Jeffries and several other faculty members. I stood in front of her, head bowed. I awaited my fate. “Katie, you realize how serious this is?” she asked me. “Yes ma’am,” I nodded. “We really should expel you, however, after some discussion, we have decided to give you a second chance.” I felt jubilation. My life wasn’t ruined after all. “An old friend of mine needs a volunteer for a research project,” Ms. Turring continued. “And you still need your social studies credits, yes?” “Yes ma’am,” I said. “It is a six month program, and I’m not going to lie to you, this study is very invasive and difficult,” she said. “But the alternative is expulsion.” I looked back at her timidly. “Are you willing to do it?” “Yes ma’am,” I said. I snap back to reality. I’m back in my robe, sitting in the ...

... clinic. A gentle-looking woman in her thirties walks into the examination room, with the stern nurse on her heels. She extends her arm out to me. “I'm Dr. Manyard, how are you feeling?” she asks, shaking my hand firmly. “Uh... okay, I guess,” I answer shyly. I see four other people come into the room. I recognize one of them –Mr. Jeffries and Ms. Turring! Oh God, they’re going to see all this too? I look over at Ms. Turring really quick – she doesn’t make eye contact. The doctor breaks away from the group and picks up the clipboard, glancing over my answers. “Nurse, could you get Katie's height and weight, please?” she tells the stern woman beside her. The nurse takes me by the arm and practically pulls me over to the scale in the corner of the room. As I stand on the scale she steps behind me and pulls my shoulders back. “Stop slouching!” she growls at me. After scribbling down my numbers, the nurse lets me step back off the scale. “You can sit down now,” Dr. Manyard says with a smile, gesturing over to the table. I place my hands on the table and lift myself up. The paper liner covering the surface crinkles loudly as I sit down. The doctor hands me a new form with a signature line at the bottom. “You may feel a bit embarrassed about all this, but everything that we'll do today and for the next six weeks will be entirely confidential,” the doctor tells me. “In this study we will be studying your sexuality – you might feel uncomfortable at times but don't worry – nothing you do or ...