Myra Kaine - Lesson for teacher

Jennifer Crist came into her range of vision then, running like the wind across the open playground. Her nubile young breasts bounced as she ran, clearly outlined under a tight pink sweater that clung like a second skin. Valerie could even see the pointed nipples poking out in tiny hard points under the thin sweater. The child had no bra on! Valerie felt her own breasts sudden heaviness, the nipples tingling under her lace bra that felt too tight and constraining after the mauling and gnawing they were subjected to yesterday.

The whole afternoon came rushing back inside her head like a taped playback… the exciting peeping on Jennifer and Bobby… and the subsequent depraved sexual attack on her own virginal body by Bobby's father, Bruce Landers. Her head whirled and her body shivered as the memory of those hours came back so vividly she felt her vagina again clench inward and her nipples harden vicariously.

Her eyes glazed as she stood staring out the window. Suddenly Mike McIlhenny came into focus as he raced after Jennifer Crist and tagged her. The look on his face was unmistakable. It was the same look Bobby had had and Bruce when he'd pinned the young teacher down in the sand. Valerie's hands gripped the window sill and her lips clamped down to stifle a moan. Oh God! She was seeing things… things that probably weren't even there.

She whirled from the window as though stabbed and indeed she was… stabbed by the knife of conscience that all the years of her upbringing had honed to a sharp razor edge. It was wrong. All of it was wrong! Her own wrong doing didn't make any of it right or proper. It only made it worse.

Valerie's mouth set in a line. She knew what had to be done. No matter how distasteful or how incompetent it made her look, the whole matter had to be reported to the superintendent. If something went wrong later and she hadn't reported Bobby and Jennifer, then things would be even worse for her. Besides there were the other children to think of. They must be protected too.

Palms sweating against the leather of her briefcase and head pounding out a rhythm of tension and pain, Valerie strode into Taylor Crane's private office. The smooth teak desk and gleaming chrome and leather chairs were softened by the depth of the thick orange carpet. The big man behind the desk looked up and smiled cordially.

"Oh… Valerie… sit down, my dear."

"Mr. Crane… I'm sorry to bother you when you're so busy but I have some rather urgent things to say… I…"

"Yes?" Crane asked softly in the silence, watching the flustered young teacher blushing and glancing away in confusion. She was a delectable piece! The pale golden riches of her hair were coiled into a crown on her head. It was impossible not to want to pull it down and spread it out and bury your face in all that fragrant softness. Taylor felt his cock harden at the sight of her thrusting full breasts under the open necked grey sweater that made her skin look even more golden and sleek.

"I… ah… have something rather horrifying to report." Crane didn't help her… just let his eyes roam over every inch of her, not bothering to mask his thoughts. The blood had rushed to her face again and she looked down at her clenched hands in her lap.

"Yesterday afternoon. I caught two children engaging in 'relations' behind the school," she blurted, her eyes darting up and then away.

"Relations? What kind of relations?" he asked gently and innocently. Honestly! This young filly was either incredibly stupid or had been brought up in a convent which he knew from her records was not the case. Just the product of a sound New England background. Well, by God… this was a lucky break. Anything that came up now that Valerie Fenton couldn't handle was all in his favor.

"Sexual relations." she whispered in a barely audible voice.

"You mean they were petting?" Crane snorted derisively.

"No!"

"Well, necking… whatever you want to call it…"

"No… no, you don't understand…" Valerie spluttered.

Crane got up impatiently and walked around his desk to stand looking down at her huddled in the chair like a recalcitrant child. Slowly and deliberately he let his eyes slide over her.

"Then say what you mean, Valerie," he intoned gently, his voice deliberately silky. "Do you mean they were fucking?"

The young teacher cringed as if he'd struck her. She shrank visibly from the one word that described vividly and exactly what her two students had been doing.

"Well?" Crane's voice rose imperiously. Valerie nodded faintly, her eyes boring holes into the orange carpet and her neatly pumped toes trying to dig into the deep thickness.

"Then say what you mean! Don't pussy foot and pretty it up. They were fucking and you saw them! Is that right?"

"Yes." she whispered miserably. Crane could see that she was on the brink of tears. Now was the time to press the advantage.

"I was afraid something like this would happen eventually… down at Rio Sur." He walked away from the trembling girl and strode back and forth in mock worry. "Rio Sur is too isolated. Way down the coast there. Should have been closed long ago. We could bus the students into town far cheaper. And another thing." He whirled to pierce her with steel grey eyes. "It isn't fair to let a young teacher like you ride herd on pupils who aren't much younger than you are. Alone, with no man to help. By the way, did McIlhenny help any today."

"Oh… please… Mr. Crane… you don't understand…" Valerie choked out the words, past the anger and the frustration and the humiliating indignity the man had heaped on her by use of the crude four-letter words. Her body felt as though it couldn't contain all the myriad emotions that swept through her with hurricane force. Her control had gone long ago. She felt helpless and so infuriated that the words would hardly squeak past her lips.

"Closing the school wouldn't solve anything. It's… not too isolated… that's the whole reason it's a good school… the whole concept of Rio Sur must be preserved. Don't you see… what happened had nothing to do with the school itself or with me… it's… it's…"

"Can't you see how the parents will view it, Valerie… Have you told them?"

"I spoke with the boy's father… but not the girl's parents yet…"

"You'd better let me handle that. How did the boy's father react?"

"He… he… laughed…" The memory of the previous afternoon swept through Valerie's already once-ravaged young body and the trembling increased and the tears burst from her filled lids.

"Well, that's a relief. No trouble from that quarter… but the girl's parents may be something else. Better give me the name." Crane sat down and pulled a pen and paper toward him.

"Crist… Jennifer Crist…" Valerie mumbled, sobs beginning to rise in her chest now at the thought that Rio Sur might be closed and her hopes and dreams gone in the space of one afternoon's events. Oh God! She shouldn't have come to Crane!

The superintendent pushed the paper aside then and leaned back in his chair. "You mustn't take it so hard, my dear. These things happen… but they wouldn't happen in a town school… at least not on the school grounds where the school could be held responsible. It's too much to ask you to handle all those children in that primitive situation. No. Rio Sur must be closed. We'll have to get the board's approval, of course. May take a little while…"

Suddenly, the sobbing teacher stood up. She was shaking, and the anger and frustration in her face sweeping through her harshly so that she was barely understandable.

"I beg you… Mr. Crane… don't do something so foolish… so ridiculous… I can handle the school… I have handled it. I have a good record… Truly I do. My students have won scholarships and… Oh, you can't… you can't close the school." She wailed pitifully.