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Juicy Lucy Ch’s 1, 2 and 3

Lucy sat on the chair outside the headmaster’s office. She had no knowledge of why she had been summoned, especially as it was near the end of the school day and staff were leaving. As there were only two weeks left before the end of term and she only needed one more credit to attain a powerful recommendation for one of the top universities, she was hoping that she had been called up to tell her that the credit had been given and that a letter of recommendation would be written.

The door opened and Mr. James the headmaster appeared. He was a very tall man, rather imposing but with a friendly face. She knew he was in his sixties and nearing retirement.

“Ah Lucy, come on in,” he said, then preceded her into his office and sat behind his desk.

Lucy followed, sitting on the straight backed chair opposite him and instinctively crossing her legs.

“Did l give you permission to sit,” he said rather sternly.

“Oh sorry headmaster,” she replied, hurriedly getting back on her feet.

“No, no, no, silly of me,” he said, “of course you should sit.”

Lucy was slightly puzzled by his attitude but resumed her seat, again crossing her legs.

“I have summoned you as there have been some issues lately,” he said, “mainly about your dress choice and your general demeanour.”

“I don’t understand headmaster,” she replied, “Miss Hughes is my form tutor and she hasn’t said anything.”

“Ah yes, well we all have different standards,” he continued, “but as headmaster of one of ...

... the most expensive private girl’s schools in the country l am allowed to set my personal standards.”

“Of course headmaster,” she said, “can you tell me what l am doing wrong.”

“Well your skirt for a start,” he said, “just look how short it is, there are times, especially when you are going upstairs that your underwear is on view.”

“But all the girls wear short skirts headmaster,” she replied.

“Yes but few of them have your attributes,” he replied.

“I beg your pardon,” she said, getting rather worried about the direction of the conversation.

“You heard,” he said sternly. “You strut around this school like queen bee with your non regulation heeled shoes that give your long shapely legs a better curve. You wear thin cotton tops and if you are wearing underwear it does nothing to stop your nipples from being prominent.”

“Excuse me headmaster but is this conversation is totally inappropriate,” she protested.

He slammed his fist on his desk. “I said before,” he shouted, “l am headmaster and l will decide what is appropriate young lady.”

“But you are making comments about my body,” she said.

“Yes l am,” he said, “that’s because l am somewhat an authority on your body, l have watched you grow and develop over the years. I noticed when your breasts began to develop, l have seen your curves develop into the womanly curves you have today.”

“But headmaster, l’m not comfortable with this,” she said.

“I don’t care what you are comfortable with young lady,” ...