Alice was furious. She was being treated like a child. Sat in the school office, being scolded by her headmaster, she had to bite her tongue. Even though that’s what had gotten her here in the first place. she’d disagreed with boozy Mr Thomas. She couldn’t sit whilst he spewed his own opinions and beliefs with complete disregard to other people’s views. Normally, she’d let it slide and humour him. Not today. Today was her 18th birthday. It was unfair that she was still in school at all, but especially on her birthday. Because of her birth date, she still had a couple of months to go before the end of term. She couldn’t wait. She’d challenged Mr Thomas, he’d gone bright red with fury and called her disrespectful. It was one thing Alice wasn’t. she felt she was standing up for her class. Taking one for the team as it was. She’d gone to walk out of class, and Mr Thomas started yelling about the length of her skirt. Her skirt! It was the same length it had always been. The same length, if not longer, than most of the other girls. Trust him to even notice. She’d saw him looking at girls before. He gave her the creeps. He’d lean over people in class, smelling of alcohol from the night before. He was a short fat man, with red hair and rosacea. Nobody liked him. There had been many complaints about him but he managed to worm himself out of them somehow. Alice was not unruly, never caused any trouble. By the time she had got to the office he’d already called ahead and told the headmaster Mr Allan that he was sending Alice to the office as he was concerned about the impression she was giving by breaching the school uniform policy, and that she’d become irate over him saying so. Anything Alice said now would sound like she was simply being bitter at being told off. The whole situation was ridiculous. “we take our uniform policy very seriously Miss Cole. The policy is in place to keep you safe and give a sense of unity and belonging to our pupils. I suggest you go home and either lower the hem of your skirt, or buy a new one,” “sir, I ordered this uniform FROM school and have not altered it at all” It was pointless. She didn’t have the energy to argue. “perhaps you’ve grown Miss Cole” Alice took the bait. “Grown? Grown? The only thing I’ve grown out of sir is this medieval school” that done it. “Gym hall Miss Cole. You will clean the gym hall for the rest of the day. And every day after school for two weeks. That is your detention. Off you go” the gym hall. The dirty, sweaty gym hall. It was the worst detention, he knew that. Alice grabbed her school bag and made her way down the stairs, through the long hallways and to the gym hall. It was only 2.30. she’d spend the next three hours cleaning the apparatus, picking up basket balls. Trying to dodge them if there was a class in. Luckily for now it was quiet. She set her bag down on the bench. “hello? Anyone?” she heard noises coming from the store cupboard. “in here” a voice shouted. He sounded pissed. There was a lot of banging going on. “I’m here for detention” she walked into the cupboard and ducked as a rugby ball flew passed her head. “Jesus Christ, nobody puts shit away anymore!” Mr Carter was in a foul mood. He stopped and turned around. “what?!” this school absolutely sucks Alice thought. “Detention. Cleaning, putting stuff away, whatever. Every day for a fortnight” she said defeatedly. “couldn’t have come at a better time. It’s your problem now” he tossed her a ball. Alice hadn’t taken any physical education. She went to the gym three days a week instead. “why you here?” Mr Carter didn’t seem like a teacher at all. He seemed like some angry bloke best suited to a building site. Oddly he was wearing jeans. Can’t have been doing much teaching today Alice thought. “Mr Thomas is a di… we had a disagreement” Mr Carter smirked. “he is a dick.... now, get started, all the balls on the rack, vaulting boxes in front. And you might want to stick a matt down behind it. I’ll be back” Alice thought he was strange. She just wanted to keep busy so she made a start. the cupboard was huge and the balls were everywhere. She stacked them into the rack. She shifted a couple of vaulting boxes in front they weighed a ton and she was soon sweating. She took off her blazer and tie ND unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. She looked at her watch, barely 30 minutes had gone past. She heard footsteps in the hall, Mr carter had come back. “here” he said, throwing her a can of coke. “thanks” he was wearing a different t-shirt and his fair hair was wet and swept back. He’d clearly been to the school showers and the smell of deodorant was overpowering. He wasn’t bad looking at all for a teacher. In is late 3
0s he was fit, very athletic. He sat inside the store cupboard on a balance beam. Alice put her can on a shelf above her and carried on pushing the vaulting box. It came up to her waist and she used her hips to nudge it into place. She could feel Mr Carter looking at her. She turned around. “is this ok” “there’s another just outside the door, bring it in, then the matt” he took a clipboard and paper from a box in the corner and began writing. Alice dragged the other box inside and nudged that into place to. “a nice teacher would help” she quipped. “a nice girl wouldn’t be in detention for having her skirt so short.” “you spoke with Mr Thomas, he’s lying! I called him out, he got angry. My skirt is not too short” she couldn’t be bothered telling him the story. She wasn’t a child and didn’t need to defend herself. She shook her head. “it is a little short don’t you think? Maybe your bare legs make it look shorter. They are pretty long. It’s a pity you didn’t take me class. You’d have been an asset to our volleyball team, or basketball” Alice became completely aware that Mr Carter was now staring at her legs. “that’s inappropriate” the mood changed. She felt uncomfortable. Mr Carter laughed. “don’t disagree with me Alice, I’ll have to give you another week’s detention. Alice’s cheeks burned red. “bring the mat in now” Alice stomped into the hall and dragged the mat along the wooden floor. She couldn’t fit it through the door and tried to fold it but it was too wide for her reach and awkward. She went back into the cupboard and tried to pull it in. she was exasperated. Mr carter got up. “stand back” he rolled it and slid it through the door closing it behind him. “over there in front of the vaulting box” Alice tried to kick it into place but tripped almost falling over. She huffed. “can I clean or something?” “the shelves.” Mr Carter tossed her a huge roll of paper towels. “spray is on the shelf” Alice wished she hadn’t asked, there were so many shelves, each full of gym equipment. Mr Carter shuffled to one end of the beam. “stand on this” He carried on writing and flipping paper. She started spraying and cleaning off the dusty shelf above the beam, moving equipment back and forth. She felt Mr Carter looking at her again. She was nervous. Maybe she was imagining it. She was getting closer to him. She stood beside him on the beam, he made no attempt to move to make reaching any easier. She went to get down from the beam to start another shelf. “The whole shelf Alice” he was smirking. Alice couldn’t believe how awkward he was making this for her, he was taking her punishment way too seriously. She wanted to leave, but didn’t want to face the headmaster again either. She reached the end of the shelf with one hand, holding onto it with the other to steady herself. She was almost touching him now with her legs. It felt wrong…why had he closed the door? She was in the worst possible position and doubted anyone would believe her if she told anyone about Mr Carters odd behaviour. She was sure she could feel his breath on her knee. She was too nervous to look at him. She wanted to pretend the situation wasn’t happening. She didn’t feel scared. Just incredibly intimidated. Her stomach was in knots. She was listening to the sound of her heart beating in her ears, as she felt his hand brush her ankle. She wobbled, prompting him to grab her ankle to stop her from falling. “careful Alice “he said. His voice was hushed now. Alice couldn’t move, she was frozen to the spot. She stopped cleaning and held onto the shelf with two hands. His grip on her ankle loosened but instead of letting go, his hand moved up to her calf massaging it gently. “Sir….” Alice’s words stuck in her throat, her mouth was dry. “Alice…” she could almost hear him smirking. She closed her eyes tight as his hand crept further up her bare leg, his thumb stroking behind her knee. His hands were huge, and rough. Her legs began to shake as his palm slid up the back of her thigh. She’d never been touched like this. She’d never been touched at all. She’d never had time for the boys in her school, their immaturity sickened her. She didn’t know what to do. What if someone came in? Mr Carters hand was now creeping round to her inner thigh. Alice let out an involuntary gasp. She couldn’t stand much longer. Mr Carters hand fell away and he stood up from the beam. He stood directly behind her. “turn around Alice” She tried but she couldn’t. her legs were so weak she was sure she would fall. “I can’t….” She whimpered. He grabbed her waist and lifted her from the beam setting her down in front of him. He turned her round to face him. “are you ok Alice?” he asked her, a serious look on his face. She didn’t know what to say. She’d never felt like this before. She leaned back resting her bottom on the beam behind her. He brought his hand up to her face cupping her chin his other arm round her waist. Alice tingled all over. He pressed his body against her, he inched his face closer to hers. “do you want me to stop Alice?” his voice was a whisper now. He pulled her close.He felt her body relax, there was no more resistance. “no, don’t stop sir…”he kissed her hard, lifting her up. Alice instinctively wrapped her legs around his middle and her arms round his neck. He carried her to the vaulting box and sat her on the edge. She kept her legs round him, keeping him between her thighs. She felt like her body was on fire. He pushed her skirt up, she could feel the hard material of his jeans rub against her through her underwear. Her pussy throbbed as her hips moved rhythmically grinding herself against him. “Alice, you do surprise me…” he grinned. He unbuttoned her shirt revealing a delicate white lace bra. He felt for her nipples, circling them with his thumbs. “tell me what you like Alice.” he said, between hot and heavy breaths. “I haven’t…I don’t know…” he stopped, resting his hands on her covered breasts. “you haven’t? at all?” he searched her eyes in disbelief. “no…show me sir…please” she lay down on the box, her hair pouring down the back of it in dark waves. She offered herself to him completely, he had to restrain himself from devouring her entirely that very second. He kissed her neck, biting her gently as he went. Her milky untouched skin was like silk against his lips. Pulled her bra down, kissing her flesh, teasing her nipples with his tongue. He stood up straight, looking at her perfect form, taking it all in. he pushed her skirt up round her stomach and traced the lace of her pants with his fingers. Alice moaned and writhed on the vaulting box gripping at the leather top with her nails. He gripped her underwear at the side and pulled hard, then the other side, ripping them and discarding them on the floor. it was so neat, he cupped it gently. Alice opened her legs wider and pushed herself toward his open hand. He unbuttoned his jeans pulling them down to his knees, Alice could see the huge bulge in his boxers. He pulled them down, freeing his cock. Alice could feel its warmth as it twitched and hovered over her pussy. He dragged it softly from her clit to her opening, feeling how wet she had become. He wanted her so badly. He lifted her again, laying her down on the matt at their feet. “are you sure you want this?” he asked, concerned. “I’m sure….” Pulled him to her kissing him biting his lower lip. He positioned himself, laying on top of her. He wanted to look into her eyes as he went in. he pushed the tip of his cock inside her, Alice took a deep breath, she wanted it, wanted it all. “I’ll be gentle, I promise” he pushed a little further. Alice felt her entrance burn. “don’t be…. Please sir…. Just fuck me “it was all he needed, with one full thrust his dick was deep inside her. He could have exploded right away, he had to pause, it was too soon. Tears pricked Alice’s eyes, it was agony, but the pleasure was immense. She began bringing her hips up to meet him, quietly begging him. Alice was so tight. Her muscles gripped his cock hard as he drove it inside over and over. He put his hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming out and he fucked her deeper. he pulled out and turned her over. Alice didn’t know what was coming next and she didn’t care. “on your knees” hands on her waist, he forced it inside her from behind. He knew he couldn’t last much longer. Slapping against her with each full thrust, Mr Carter growled and moaned. His load came, filling her cunt for the first time. Alice panted, pushing herself back onto his cock, milking him of every drop. He collapsed onto her back, both falling into a hot wet heap on the mat. His dick slipped out, a trickle of cum flowing out behind it. Alice rolled onto her back. He swept her hair from her face, and kissed her forehead. “I don’t know what to say Alice…” he ran his fingers through his hair, he couldn’t quite believe it. Alice pulled her skirt down, and put her shirt on. As she finished the last button, she leaned over and kissed Mr Carter on the lips. “don’t say anything sir… detention, same time tomorrow…” she opened the door and grabbed her bag from the bench. She smiled as she felt the trickle of cum run down the inside of her thigh as she walked away from the gym hall.
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