Well Educated 2

by Androgyne

A warm day in late spring and my netball team has just been trounced, as usual, so my bunch of friends and I are settled away from the court, soaking up the warm sunshine.

I'm lying with my head pillowed on June Frazier's sleek thighs, my new girlfriend, Fern, is sitting facing me in a lotus position, that her skinny limbs and martial arts training makes easy for her.

To one side, seated on a tree stump, is another friend, Bonnie Scholes. She's a real friend but kinda weird in a way.

Like a lot of my friends she's gay, but SHE won't have it said SHE is gay. I mean like I've seen her having her pussy eaten, bloody hell I've eaten it myself, then say that she's "like so not a dyke" to Micky Burns who had Bonnie's cum all over her face. Or even say that to me on my own bed!

Like I say she's weird, but she's solid and sound, which makes her a real friend.

I'm trying to figure out how it is that a brown Karate belt holder like me, balanced and focused on the mats in the dojo, can be a total useless clot at netball.

June's as bad! Tall, a wonderful dancer, and since I talked mum into having her demonstrate to mum, me, and my martial arts class, some dance moves that can be incorporated into Karate, she's also become a good Karate novice in the making. However at netball she sucks!

Bonnie's strong, good stamina, willing, but not talented enough to make up for the passengers we carry. And I'm one of the passengers!

Bugger me if the star of our team isn't my girl, Fern, and she's like a hairpin. A very sexy hairpin to me, but small and skinny all the same. She's charged with rocket fuel or something is all I can say. She does Kung Fu but that's much like what I do, so why is she our main points scorer and I'm a klutz?

The rest of my team has wandered off after our normal thrashing!

We're all wearing St Hilda's sports uniform. Pale blue singlets, dark blue, and some would say indecently tight, sports briefs. Dark blue knee socks and sports shoes make up the regulation outfit.

Since me, June, and Bonnie, are well endowed and sports brassiered, we look like sirens from St Trinian's, not pupils from St Hilda's. Though my skinny girl Fern looks like one of the Trinian terrors, who swing hockey sticks like samurai! Tiny titted she never wears nor needs a bra!

Our collective gloom is cheered by a sleepy eyed June who is as relaxed as a cat.

"The bad news is we got thrashed again, but the good news is really good news. Mum and dad have given the go ahead for our sleep over next weekend. And even better news is that dad's finished converting the loft over the stable, and we're having the sleep over there. Beds for six so who will the other two be?"

Bonnie sniggers!

"Marcie Downs would be good! When it gets to be fuck time we'd really fuck her!"

June veto's that straight off!

"I think we can forget her! Since Fern flattened her and Donna decked Down's best friend Janet. First though you three had better make sure your folks will let you come.

"I'm cool, I asked both my mums and Theresa and Gerry both said it's fine."

Bonnie shrugs casually and grins.

"Well dad's back in gaol again! He defaulted on the maintenance payments, so mum shopped him to the police, about the stuff he had hidden in that lock up garage he rents. Knock off laptops and phones. Anyway mum says I'm OK for the weekend!"

All eyes turn to my tiny Fern with questioning looks.

"I've asked mum and dad and they said they'll think it over, and tell me in plenty of time. I've never been to one of your sleep over's before. And like my girlfriend here hasn't told me much!"

Whoa! Fern's coming out of her shell in public now. First she'll tell anyone I'm her girlfriend and she's even giving me the sarcastic treatment. Nicely sarcastic though!

"What do you guys do when you get together?"

June can tell whoppers with a straight face so easily.

"Oh we listen to our fave music, make popcorn, watch videos, tell ghost stories. All kinds of cool stuff."

This is the moment I've been dreading; explaining to Fern. I've been hinting but she's not had the whole story. She's only been my girl for a few weeks and I'm not sure how she'll react to the truth, but I've told her I'll never lie to her, or talk to anyone about her behind her back, so out with it and see how my little love takes it.

"What we do on our sleep over's love is have fun in our fave ways. In other words we have lots of sex. Look Fern there's only two rules on sleep over nights. One is you don't have to do something you really don't like. Nobody will try to make you do it. The other rule is nobody is reserved for one person, you're my girl, but I can't have you just for myself, and vice versa. Can you handle that?"

She doesn't surprise or disappoint me. Barely turned eleven but she ponders like one of mum Gerry's High Court Judge colleagues trying a case.

"You mean this is just like trying out lots and lots of hot sex ideas with no strings attached? I suppose I could go along with that, 'cos Donna, you told me I've got lots to learn in bed!"

Bonnie sniggers again and she goes right for the throat.

"Well Fern there's no better teacher than Donna and her bed's real comfy."

Fern returns serve perfectly.

"Tell me what you two got up to some time Bonnie it must have been good and hot!"

It's a conditioned reflex with Bonnie by now and it's out before she can get a grip on her tongue.

"How the hell would I know what goes on in Donna's bed? I'm no bloody dyke!"

I just can't take any more and I crack up, still laid out on June's thighs, and laugh like a loon.

"Tell that to Michelle Burns, Bonnie! I had to launder the bedspread that day when she'd finished with you!"

She goes crimson in the face, and scowls, then giggles before joining me in a belly laugh.

"Yeah but nobody better call me a dyke OK?"

June takes charge again right then.

"OK and now the floor's open for suggestions for the other two to join us on our super sexy sleep over!"

Just to show there's no ill feelings Fern's bounced up off the grass, where she looked like she was meditating, and settled with her back against my healthy boobs. So I'm resting on June and my mini girl is propped up on me. Bonnie stays squatting on her tree stump.

Fern raises an arm.

"Permission to speak!"

From my left eye I can just see the puzzled look on June's lovely features.

"Fern honey you're not in class, I'm not a teacher, you don't have to ask permission to speak."

"June if we're going to do this properly we needs rules and order not everybody trying to talk at once."

June's giving me a "raised her eyes to heaven" look but like all of us she loves tiny Fern so she's still cool about it.

"OK honey you go ahead and speak. I guess you've got a candidate?"

"Well first does the invited one have to have been on a sleep over before? I mean is it just for our group of friends?"

I can answer that one easy enough and save June the effort of chairing our meeting on her own.

"Not at all love. You've never been to one before and you get to go but anyone can be invited."

I can't see my girl's face but I can tell from her voice that her eyes have narrowed and she's in "disapproving" mode.

"Really Donna you should have let June answer or asked permission to speak. That's OK though, now tell me if the guest has to be a lesbian to attend?"

Bonnie does her famous snigger!

"Well she better be, or at least be Bi, or she'll have a boring time there. Mind you I just go for the ghost stories!"

"Please Bonnie I have the floor!"

Even in the short time we've been together, I've on occasions wondered, whether I might murder my little girlfriend when she mounts her hobby horse like this. That said, killing her might not be all that easy. She's tiny and skinny but I've sparred with her to compare fighting styles, and while I think I can take her, she's TOUGH!

June's on the job again though.

"Sister McKay have you a nomination? And if you have, tell us all about her if you would be so good."

My small, and infuriating at times girlfriend, bounces up, jabbing an elbow accidentally into my solar plexus as she does so.

"Ooooffff !"

"Sorry Donna!"

Turning so she's facing the three of us she holds her hands clasped behind her as though she's going to recite a poem to our class.

"Club members I'd like to recommend a friend of mine from another class, Rose Aubrey, to be invited to join us next Friday evening."

June raises an index finger and nods sagely.

"We'll take your vote under advisement, as Donna's other mum Gerry puts it. Tell us something about her."

"Well she's really pretty, smart enough to be bounced up a class like I was, and really lonely. She's very shy and kinda bashful, don't know why 'cos she's very talented. Now here's the hard bit. She thinks she might be gay but she's too scared to find out! Like I know how that feels! I KNEW I was gay but if Donna hadn't become my friend I might still be waiting too. She was so good to me and for me."

Then she ambles over and flops back against me again.

I know now why I love June so much when she speaks.

"Awww you two are so cute and sweet together!"

You see she really means exactly what she just said! Of course tough Bonnie has to be the odd one out doesn't she?

"Excuse me while I leave you dykes and go into the bushes and puke!"

After a barrage of pebbles from the three of us at Bonnie order is restored.

"OK members, as chairperson do we provisionally accept Rose, pending an interview from our investigative member Donna?"

Four hands are raised.

"Cool! Then I relinquish the role of chair and rise to make my suggestion for the sixth and final guest."

It's a shame to have to move my head from June's warm thighs, and equally a pity, that Fern's silky haired head has to leave my breasts, where she had just re-settled, but rules are rules.

"Right then I propose we take as our final guest Nancy Saunders."

There is total and complete silence at first, followed by a variety of reactions. Fern's jaw drops, almost to her knees by the looks of things. I gasp and gulp. Even Bonnie goes sort of glassy eyed and then "WOW" as she stares at June. I have to make sure about this!

"You mean THE Nancy Saunders? The prefect? The drop dead gorgeous looks like a supermodel Nancy Saunders? The Nancy Saunders that even the straight girls say they'd love to fuck if they never did another girl in their lives again?"

I only just now realise I used the "F" word without thinking.

"Sorry for the foul language girls but I'm a bit dizzy at this moment! How did you swing that June?"

"Well I could tell you guys that she's fallen for my seductive charms, but in fact we owe the honour to our unwilling member here. Bonnie! Nancy overheard Michelle Burns telling our really not gay Bonnie that she wasn't available for the sleep over, 'cos she had to go visit her grandma. At some place in the country called Higham Green. Like her nana helps run a pony club for girls there and Micky's gonna learn how to ride. So Nancy invited herself!"

Bonnie looks like she's chewing a brick! So that's why her "so not a girlfriend" wasn't coming to join us!

"So resuming my role as chair of sleep over's can we vote on whether the stunning and sexy Nancy be accepted to attend?"

I think eight arms go up when we vote!

We settle down again to drowse in the unseasonably warm weather, and since I feel so good, and there's only the four of us around, I'm kissing the nape of Fern's neck occasionally and she's wriggled up against me. June and Bonnie are chattering in the background when my girl elbows me again, only this time intentionally.

"Ooooffff!"

Fern points a finger and there's a tall, grey, slender, figure, approaching down the path from the changing rooms. Miss Allison is on her way towards us. Now when I said Miss A was a senior teacher I didn't mean she was a senior citizen.

I'm pretty sure she's not as old as mum Gerry, who's 56, and Gerry's a stunner still. I'll describe her to you soon enough (and mum Theresa) but for now I'll give you Miss Allison as I can see her.

When I say grey that's because she is. Her hair's iron grey and pulled back in a short ponytail. Grey silk blouse and grey cotton pencil skirt, grey seamed stockings. High cheekbones, a long, thin, nose, narrow chin, pale skin, and I fancy her something awful.

Forgive me Fern, you're my girlfriend, but are adults ruled out? I know there are a lot of teachers at St Hilda's who walk my side of the street, as I put it, and there's no doubt Miss A is one of them! She heads right over to us.

"Hello girls! Well June I see my lambs went to the slaughter again! So many talents but not at netball. Camberwell Street murdered you didn't they?"

By now we've all scrambled to our feet, St Hilda's insists on respect for teachers, and all adults, and standing for them is part of respect.

"Donna! I'd like a few words with you. I'm sure your friends will excuse us for a while. Please girls sit again. Donna, walk with me if you please!"

We set off down the gravelled path that leads into the old and overgrown part of the playing fields. When the new St Hilda's was built, just across from here, the governors, staff, and parents, fought like tigers to keep the playing fields, while the old school land was sold off for housing development.

There's an old, oak, rustic bench, set back from the path just ahead of us.

"Sit please Donna we need to talk."

We settle side by side and I wait for her to open the conversation. No way am I starting things up. I'm too bloody nervous being near this lady that turns me on so much.

"How's Fern doing Donna? Has she settled in OK? I know it must be a big upheaval for her to jump a year, but I hear you've taken her under your wing and she's doing fine. Is that right? You know our policy at St Hilda's, of putting the brightest all into the same classes, has its critics, but we believe in it. Blending the smart ones with the slower ones doesn't make the slower ones more clever. We can only learn at our own pace."

Her pause tells me it's time for me to report.

"Fern's doing great Ma'am. She's as sharp as a tack and she's fitted in right off. She's making friends fast and the girls love her. You know? The kid sister thing!"

"Well Donna she seems to have hooked up with you and your other friends fine, so you keep me informed of how she does. We're planning on jumping other bright girls the same way. Now how about the netball? Mrs Stewart can only give limited coaching to each team, should I ask Ms McGee if she'd take your side for extra coaching?"

Ms McGee, Ms Donna McGee, my namesake. Ms McGee our gym instructress. Oh crap no I don't want my team close to her, especially my Fern. Ms McGee likes girls and she's a risk taker.

I know all about St Hilda's and our Sapphic pupils and staff, but the adults have to be careful. If the police get involved, then our lesbian mafia won't be able to protect a teacher from the courts, and the spotlight will be right on us.

Also Ms McGee likes the really little ones, just like Fern, and I want my girl well away from that huntress.

"No thanks Ma'am, I don't want any special favours for us. Anyway maybe we're just not very good at the game. Now look at how we do at hockey with Fern and Bonnie, me and June can hold down a place in the hockey team too. We won the inter schools cup with the four of us in the side."

"All right then Donna we've just got one more thing to sort out."

"Yes Ma'am and what's that?"

"You and me Donna!"

"You and me Ma'am?"

"Don't give me that innocent look dear. I'm older than your mother and nearly as old as her partner Geraldine, your other mum, and I've seen the way you look at me. Let's get this over and done with. If you want me then come with me now, if not then back to your friends and no ill feelings at all. Make your mind up time dear."

I only have to look at her and she knows what I want but I have to tell her so,

"Oh yes Ma'am I want you!"

She rests her hand briefly on my thigh then stands and holds it out to me. "

Come with me dear, and stop calling me Ma'am please."

She leads me further along the path to a weathered wooden door in the old sandstone wall, unlocks it with a key from her fob, ushers me through, then locks it behind us. We stroll on up the path towards an old sort of cabin building.

"You know Donna we have some truly outstanding pupils at St Hilda's at present and you and your friends are among them."

I'll be honest and not try to be over modest.

"I know they call me the new Paula Wilkins, I wish I was, I know how smart she is but God I wish I looked like her. She's gorgeous!"

"Ah yes our Paula is special alright. We're expecting great things from her and some of her year. Remember she's almost two years older than you."

Now she's unlocked the cabin door and once we're inside she locks it again.

"Nice and private here Donna, do you want to change your mind?"

Not a chance! I want to see her naked, touch her, make her moan out loud while she does the same to me.

"No, no I don't want to change my mind. I want you so badly right now."

There's a folded blanket on a table and she snaps it open to spread on the floor, then without any ceremony begins to undress.

One by one the buttons on her blouse pop loose, then she tugs it out of the waistband of her skirt. Her body is pale, her belly flat, her strapless satin bra gleams in the faint light, then she reaches behind her to unsnap the hook. Her small breasts are flat and round, capped with wide aureoles and pointy nipples.

She's calm, and not making a production of posing her body for me. As the button on her skirt is freed the zipper goes down so she can wriggle out of the tight cotton. The stockings are held by a grey satin suspender belt and her panties match her bra.

Thumbs into the elastic waist and she pushes them down to kick away, then steps out of her shoes. Lowering herself to the blanket she gestures to me.

"Come here Donna but I want you naked too."

I'm still ogling her slender thighs and the shaven bulge of her vulva, and when I start to undress I'm neither as cool nor composed as she is.

First I fumble at the laces of my sports shoes, and then give up to kick them off! My singlet and shorts are easy, as are my panties, but my bra has a life of its own. Finally I suck in my breath and wrench it up over my head. She's kept her stockings on so I'll keep my knee socks on!

Kneeling to join her on the blanket she takes me like a python taking its prey. First thing I know is one lean thigh is hooked over me and she's pulling me close to kiss me. Soft kisses, hard kisses, deep kisses with lots of tongue, and all the while her hands are expertly roaming over my breasts, belly, the smooth insides of my thighs.

All the times I've fantasized over what I'd do when this happened are forgotten, as I'm almost fainting, she's taken total control now. A hand has cupped my buttock to press the centres of our bodies together, as her mouth works on my swollen nipples, with lips, tongue, and teeth.

I gasp when her fingers move between my thighs, how many hands has she got? She kneads my wet labia between her thumb and forefinger, then her sharp teeth bite the column of my neck. Oh God I can't keep quiet!

"Oh lord, oh lord, please, ooowww!"

Her mouth is so close I'm breathing her sweet breath, a hint of violet on her tongue.

"Shush Donna! Soon now, soon!"

As she speaks she's sliding down my body, pausing to kiss my heaving breasts and nipples, then over my belly to the junction of my thighs. My pussy's awash, my pussy lips are thick and bloated with blood, when she kisses them I actually scream out loud!

Then her tongue's inside me, swiftly followed by three fingers, that curve a little to go deep into my burning flesh.

I've locked my hands on her head, pressing her harder against me, at the same time I've spread my thighs as wide as I can, so she can get even closer and deeper into me. I don't swear at all if I can help it but.......

"Oh fuckin' hell! Oh Jesus Christ! Now! Now! Fuckin' now!"

Another flick of her tongue, another thrust of her slender fingers, and I let go! She's a slim lady, but even so, as I heave my belly and hips up, I lift her clear off the blanket that's spread beneath us. I feel like I'm pissing myself 'cos my thighs, vulva, and her face, are soaked. Even then I don't stop thrashing and writhing, and getting us both wetter, for what seems an eternity.

She's showering tiny kisses on my face and neck, touching, caressing, tweaking and teasing me slowly back to Planet Earth.

"Mmmm Donna that was so wonderful for you, was it as good as you thought it would be? You're so sexy, so sweet and responsive, just so much a St Hilda's girl!"

Her face and breasts are smeared with milky juice that must have pumped out of my cramping, spasming, vagina. Then I'm enough myself again to take in her erect nipples, and the sweat that streaks her belly and thighs. She needs release herself, so I've got to try to repay her amazing love making.

When I move up to her she smiles at me easily.

"You don't have to my dear, really that was all about you."

I'm stronger now and I'm sure what I want to do.

"Yes, yes I do! I want to so much, please?"

Dropping my breasts onto hers I rub my tender nipples against her pointy ones and I swear she purrs like a cat! Trailing my fingers down her belly, towards her prominent pubis, makes her shiver with delight. Then I'm doing the kissing! She relaxes back and gives me a free rein with my lips and tongue.

Like a cat she loves being stroked, as I kiss her I'm trailing my fingers over her small breasts, sensitive nipples, and particularly her belly and the insides of her lean thighs. Now she's not in control like she was with me, she's trembling at my touch, when I switch my mouth to her breasts she starts talking a little.

"Oh that's good! There, right there, do that again, oh yes, yes, yes!"

She's spread her thighs wide so I don't need telling she's ready for the real thing, as I kneel before her I can smell the tempting scent of her steamy pussy. Her outer labia are dark and flushed with blood, parted so I can see the wings of her inner lips, swimming with her thick juices. My mouth's watering in anticipation then I press my lips, the whole of my mouth, upon her hot flesh.

Her body shudders at my touch as I press the palm of one hand onto her lower belly, to steady her, while I slip my fingers into the hot depths of her vagina. As I suck on her labia her muscles lock tight on my fingers and her moans are rocking the dusty little room.

"Yes Donna! Oh yes! So good, wonderful, faster!"

Then, as I thrust harder and deeper into her flooded canal, my tongue's tip finds her big clit button, taking her right to the edge of the cliff. She rears up! Propped up on the flat of her hands, staring down at me, and my hard working mouth, and the fingers buried inside her. Her lips are drawn back and her teeth gritted.

"OH GOD YESSSSS!"

She explodes into an orgasm the likes of which I've never seen, nor given any of my girls in the past. Her pussy cream drenches me as I frantically increase the pace, to drive her into a shuddering sexual fit. She keeps cumming over and over again, shaking and trembling into total collapse, until I ease my way to her upper body, wrapping my arms around her, holding her until her tremors subside.

"Oh Donna, Donna, Donna! You're a wonder! Why did I wait so long to find out how well you make love. If only I had more time here with you the things we could do together! I must get back to work and you'd better get back your friends. There's a sink over there in the corner so we better get cleaned up."

There's even an thin towel and a sliver of soap to clean up with, and we need it! Pussy juice has a habit of smearing around and drying sticky. One of Beryl's stockings is badly laddered and clearly a write off, when she did me, or when I drove her crazy, I've no idea. We help each other dress, I hook her bra, she hands me my panties that I had tossed into a darkened corner.

We don't need to say much, I'm tender but glowing from wonderful sex, I'm sure she is too. Once we're dressed she examines me critically for any signs of our wild session, and I do the same for her. Only that somewhat shredded stocking gives the slightest hint.

"Donna you know how careful we'll have to be if this is going to happen again? Those in the know, shall I call them, are aware of the St Hilda's way of things, but cannot protect us if the authorities become aware of what goes on here. Off you go back to your friends and be diplomatic with who and how you talk about us!"

When she lets me back into the games area she strolls off one way, those slender hips swaying smoothly, while I head back to my friends. When I arrive back there only my girl Fern is still waiting. I swore to her I'd never lie to her, or talk behind her back, so it's another moment of truth between us.

She looks serious, even grave, when she sees me.

"What did she want and what happened Donna?"

I sit next to her, screw up my courage, and tell her the truth, as honestly as I can.

"She wanted to make love with me Fern."

"Did you?"

I might be loosing my girl but I'm gonna tell her the truth, even if it hurts.

"Yes Fern! Does that mean we're not girlfriends anymore?"

This time her deep thought hurts me 'cos it seems to go on forever, but that's the way she is. Then she looks up at me and she doesn't seem angry or upset, and I feel hopeful.

"Don't be silly Donna! This is St Hilda's. You've told me how things are here. She's a teacher but I'm your GIRLFRIEND! Suppose a teacher fancies me? Suppose Heather Kane wants to do it with me. Do I tell her to go take a walk?"

Every girl in the school dreams of ending in bed with the impossibly gorgeous, untouchable, and unattainable Heather. I get Fern's point so I just grab her and hug her till her thin ribs creak.

"You are so cool it's not true girlfriend!"

She sorta huffs into my boobs!

"Was she good Donna? I'll bet you gave her a fine time too!"

"Fern it was great and if you come to our house tonight I'll show you how good! You are the best girlfriend ever!"

Then a thought comes in on a tangent.

"Where's June and Bonnie gone love?"

She shrugs into my boobs, which feels kinda fun, and talks into my neck, which also feels like fun.

"June had to hand in some homework to Ms Hardy and Bonnie had a meeting with Andrea Simmons."

My girl catches my wince when she says that and asks what's wrong. Oh well that gives me the excuse to slip my arm around her and let her lean against me.

"Well you know Bonnie's dad's in gaol? He's a real chancer and he's in and out of trouble and the courts all the time. But one of the older girls called Frankie a "fuckin' gaolbird" in front of Bonnie. She was fifteen and pretty big but that didn't bother Bonnie, she told her to shut up about her dad and the girl said "make me"! Bonnie's on the boxing team now so she did. Knocked her cold!"

"No way!"

My tiny little love could probably have done it neater and with a spinning kick but she's grinning like a Cheshire cat!

"Way! So now she's on regular report to Ms Simmons, who's school admin manager. At least she didn't get expelled, people shouldn't say things like that about people even if they're true."

I stand up, grab Fern's hand, then tug her to her feet, finally slipping my arm round her waist.

"Let's go get changed and have some lunch love, you must be starving."

Fern's tiny but could represent the U.K. at Olympic eating!

"Oh and Miss Allison said to call her Beryl, so anyway Beryl asked me how you were doing in your new class and I told her you'd settled in great, my friends love you, the class loves you, and I....."

I only get that far and it's my ribs creaking from a hug as Fern tows me off towards the changing rooms!

Interlude with Bonnie

Bonnie Scholes is standing before an aluminium door which contains a panel of frosted glass. Inserted somehow into the toughened pane is the following.

"Office of the Administrative Manager"

Bonnie raises a fist and raps firmly on the door.

"Come in!"

When she opens the door Bonnie finds herself in the familiar outer office, facing a large and modern desk of steel and smoked glass. On the front of the desk is a plastic sign reading.....

"Ms Maria Richards, secretary to the Admin Manager"

Sharing the desk top is a flat screen monitor and a keyboard on which a petite, dark haired lady is typing furiously. Looking over the lenses of her steel rimmed specs she nods to Bonnie, rattles off another line of type, then speaks.

"Miss Bonnie Scholes isn't it? Do you have an appointment?"

Bonnie nods briskly. A click on her mouse and a fast scroll then Maria nods.

"Here we are 12.45 sure enough. Just a second while I buzz Ms Simmons."

She taps lightly on a switch on the intercom.

"Ms Simmons! Miss Bonnie Scholes has a 12.45 meeting with you, she's here now."

The voice that replies is deep and masculine.

"Send her in Maria, oh and you might as well take an early lunch. I've just Miss Scholes to deal with then I'll take my break, and I won't need you till later."

Maria gestures to the door, logs off from her computer, picks up her jacket and shoulder bag, and breezes out. As she does Bonnie crosses to the door, knocks once, then walks in closing it behind her. Facing her is a totally different room. Antique maple desk, floor carpeted rather than vinyl tiles, drapes on the windows instead of blinds. Behind the desk sits Ms Simmons.

If Bonnie is "so not a dyke" then Andrea Simmons is the stereotype of one. A big woman, not fat, just big and solid. Square face with masculine features, short cropped hair, and a man's voice.

"Ah Bonnie! Please take a seat."

Bonnie sits on a swivel chair that faces Andrea's desk, tugs at the hem of her short, school kilt, which stubbornly refuses to cover her plump knees, never mind her solid calves, then laces her fingers together, as the woman opens a file resting on her desk blotter.

"So Bonnie! It appears that your class work continues at the same more than acceptable level as last time you were here. Your only problem has been in, shall we say, the anger management zone."

"She had it coming Ms Simmons! Nobody talks about my dad Frankie like that. He might be a crook but she had no right to say it out loud in front of everyone."

She's silenced by a wagging figure.

"Bonnie we keep going round in circles with this, you've been punished for what you did, do you think you deserved being punished?"

"Yes Ma'am!"

"Do you think you've been punished enough then Bonnie?"

"No Ma'am!"

"Good girl, right answer! So are you ready to accept more of that punishment Bonnie?"

"Yes Ma'am I am!"

Why then is there a sly smile on Bonnie's lips as she says this? The big woman rises from behind her desk, crosses the room, and steps outside. The soft click of the outer office door being locked sounds un-naturally loud.

When she returns it should be noted that, big or not, masculine or not, she does not dress like a man. The flared skirt of her expensive two piece is quite short showing strong but not unshapely legs. The open jacket reveals large breasts beneath a blouse of buttercup yellow silk!

Settling herself behind her desk again she opens a drawer to rummage around inside.

"I wonder how badly you need discipline today Bonnie? Not the strap today I think, maybe the slipper, no I think the paddle will be fine!"

Bonnie can't sit still, and smirks when the big woman waves her over. Bonnie bends over the woman's lap and has her short kilt lifted to reveal her plump and rounded rump. Andrea's hand stokes the smooth nylon of the panties, then hooks the waistband to slip them down around Bonnie's ankles. Her free hand emerges from the drawer holding something that resembles a table tennis bat.

It's covered with a dimpled rubber sheathing on both faces. Raising her hand she brings it down with a sharp thwack on Bonnie's rear and the moans begin. Five, six, seven slaps, and those lovely globes are reddened, eight, nine, ten, but not as reddened as the plump lips of Bonnie's pussy. Not just red but swollen and wet, dewy with creamy juice.

"Oh my! Six is traditional but you seem to want, err I mean need more."

The bat drops from her fingers and her hand starts to rub the silky wet flesh stretched before her.

"Mmmm! Nnnnggg! Aaahhggg!

Bonnie writhes on the woman's wide lap, as she orgasms hugely and howls in delight, while fingers tease her wet labia. Bonnie slumps to the floor, on her knees, still shuddering, while the heavy woman fastiously checks her dark skirt for any spots or stains of Bonnie's thick cream.

"Good girl! Now I'm sure you're sorry you've been bad and now you can thank me for punishing you the way I like to be thanked"

She's already lifted her skirt, to reveal that she's wearing no panties, and her meaty labia are parted and dripping wet. Bonnie rolls nearer, smiling, to settle on her knees, then buries her face between Andrea's thighs. The big woman growls, then clamps those thighs tight on Bonnie's head, as strong fingers invade her vagina, as well as a hot tongue thick with saliva.

So hard is Bonnie pounding her, even her big body is rocking on her office chair, her hands are clamped on her large breasts while her head has tilted back. She's gasping for breath, red faced, and gulping in air.

Bonnie can be much more subtle when she makes love, like when she's with Micky, or the two or three times she's done it with Donna, but Ms Simmons likes it rough!

Sucking those thick pussy lips and flicking her big clit, four of the tweens fingers deep in slick flesh, Andrea's mind blows along with her pussy! Her squirt is like a hose and she's gibbering and wallowing in her chair, like a deranged woman, when Bonnie, at last, pulls her dripping mouth and face from her pounded vagina.

When she can think again she gasps to a grinning Bonnie.

"I'll see you again next week, same time, I do think you're heading in the right direction now my dear!"

Bonnie smirks as she's cleaning her sticky face.

"Thank you Ms Simmons! I'll see myself out!"

As she leaves the office she passes Maria, the secretary ,in the corridor, and nods to her. Maria enters the office and as she closes the door her intercom buzzes.

"Yes Andrea!"

"Oh you're back early Maria, I have a bit of a migriane coming on, could you please hold my calls for a while unless it's anything urgent!"

"Of course Andrea just leave it to me."

Bonnie ambles into the cafeteria and heads for a table full of familiar faces. Her face lights up even more as she sees Michelle Burns deep in conversation with June. Donna is, of course, drooling at Fern. What a pair of dykes! The girls spot her and Micky's first in.

"Bonnie! How did things go? She still on your case?"

Pulling out a chair and settling down with her friends Bonnie gives an airy wave to her audience.

"Nah no problem girls, everything's cool! I tell you though I swear what they say about Ms S must be true. I swear she's a big old dyke!"

Laughter rattles around the table then the chattering kicks off again. It's a learning curve so it is when you're getting well educated!