Miss Abrahams' descent into depravity - Sex Stories

Miss Abrahams' descent into depravity

"Come and sit down please, Melanie? I shan't keep you a moment." "Yes, Miss Abrahams." Melanie dutifully took a seat in front of the Deputy Headmistresses's huge mahogany desk. The middle-aged spinster, head bowed, continued to study a sheaf of documents in front of her. Melanie decided it was just bluff, designed to unnerve her. Finally, the woman slipped the papers into a plastic wallet, which she stored in the lower drawer of her desk. She looked up seriously at the 18-year-old. "I expect you know why I've asked you to come and see me, don't you Melanie?" "No, Miss Abrahams." "Really? And what about the reprimand Mr Barraclough gave you at the end of his science class, just three hours ago?" "Reprimand, Miss Abrahams?" "Yes, Melanie, 'reprimand'. I assume you do know what the word means?" "Telling off?" "Precisely. Well, to refresh your memory, Mr Barraclough told you that he had seen you, during his class, with your hand up Clare Turnbull's skirt. And he got the distinct impression, from the ecstatic look on Clare's face, that you were masturbating her with your fingers. Was he right?" "Up to a point, Miss Abrahams." "Kindly explain, Melanie?" "Err, I wasn't using my fingers on Clare. I'd pushed my vibrator up her snatch." Melanie gave an angelic smile, as she saw the teacher flush with embarrassment. "A vibrator? At your age?" "It's Mum's." "And does your Mother know that you... borrow her... private items?" "I don't think so, Miss Abrahams." The teacher consulted a ...

... hand-written note on her desk blotter. "The second matter which has been brought to my attention, this time by one of the senior boys' parents, concerns your use of the toilets." "Err... which toilets would those be, Miss Abrahams?" Melanie knew how to turn on 'dumb innocence' when cornered. "To be precise, the boys' toilets. Their err... urinals. Have you used them, Melanie?" "Once." "Why?" "It was a dare." "A 'dare' you say?" "That's right. Clare bet me I wouldn't go into the boys' toilets and do pee-pee standing up." Miss Abrahams became flustered and blushed. "How is that possible, child?" Melanie thought: 'What the hell; get hung for a sheep as a lamb'. "It takes a bit of practice, Miss Abrahams. What you have to do is pinch your labs..." "Labs?" Labia lips - the droopy pieces on either side of the opening to your cunny? Then your pee-pee comes out in a lovely golden arc, just like boys." Miss Abrahams shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She was feeling quite flushed and undid the top button of her blouse. "It would have been OK if Terry and Rick hadn't turned up. I was in there all on my own, see? But they barged in and wanted to watch. Then they got thir cocks out and we all peed together." The Deputy Headmistress detected a strange moistness between her legs, just above the stocking line on her thighs. "I'm afraid I really have no alternative, Melanie, but to suspend you from school for the rest of term. These two incidents are both extremely serious." "But what about my ...