Mrs. Wintergreen's Rule Of The Crop, Part Twelve - Sex Stories

Mrs. Wintergreen's Rule Of The Crop, Part Twelve

... graduates can perform from day one on the job. Any questions so far?"

"Yeah," piped up one of the group wearing sunglasses.

"And what is your name, my good fellow?"

"Rupert. Why ain't there no girls in this class?"

"Ah. I'm not sure. Good question though. Very astute. Keith? Why not tell me your other friends' names."

"This here is Frank, and next to him is Tony. The big guy down the end is my man Lenny.""Yo," Lenny chimed as he eyed her up from head to toe. He wore a green bandana and had a gold earring.She looked at them all and saw five long faces that told her they would all prefer to be elsewhere. They were typical youths from the street. Not possessing any true education, yet savvy in a way.

"Before we carry on, I want to emphasise the importance of paying attention and focusing. I'm not here to play games nor suffer fools gladly. The door is open and anyone can leave at any time."

The young men appeared aloof and bored as she continued her pitch.

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A collective sigh came from the group and Lenny turned on Keith.

"Hey, man. You said there would be girls here. Ain't none I can see."

"Yeah, and the teacher looks really old," agreed Frank. "I thought we were gonna get a hot chick."

Marian narrowed her eyes and her hand moved slowly to her briefcase. To be sure, Marian was old enough to be the mother of any of these blackbucks. Although she had been married for a number of years to Harold, a rather submissive man, she prided herself on her trim figure and good health. She wouldn't go as far as to say she had a knock-out body, but she was confident she could turn a man's head when she dressed to please.

The teenagers looked at her and one or two had sneers on their faces. Marian stood up and visibly grew in her high heels. She turned the eighteen-inch long jumping whip with the soft leather end and generous rubber grip handle around in her right hand as she sat on the front edge of her desk.

"What's that? A riding crop? You gonna go horse riding later?"

"Ain't no need. She can ride this here horse I be packing in my pants."

Marian pouted and gave Frank a withering look.

"Let me make this clear to you all," she barked in a stern voice. ...