It started innocently enough. When we all went back to college and saw our old, awkward professor for our main class, we figured we knew what seminars were going to be like. But it turned out we only had Dr. Skarja for lecture — in seminars, we had a TA. And our TA, Ryan, was a complete hottie. It wasn't clear if the guy even knew he was hot. Honestly, in terms of looks, the guy was around a 7/10 — maybe an 8/10 on a good...

"Why do you keep ending up in detention?" she asked, glaring at him with her arms crossed. "Maybe I like seeing you," Pete snapped back sarcastically, his eyes fixed on her slender body. He was seated in the front of the otherwise empty classroom. She stood in front of him, leaning against the back of her large desk, glaring down at him. "That's nice and all, but I'd really like to go home, and I'm stuck here, babysitting...

As she put down the phone, Fiona was worried. Tim had called her just as she had got out of her bath. They had been chatting for maybe half an hour as she sat, naked on her bed. As she often did when he called, she had been teasing herself as they talked, pinching and pulling at her nipples, stroking herself, and very slowly and gently masturbating. She was wet again now and quite aroused, but as he hung up she was also w...

I hadn’t talked to Karly in about half a year. We used to be super close, but that’s what happens when a girl lands in a relationship with one of the most handsome and mysterious seniors in the school; she drifts away from her loser-y friends. Before Travis got a hold of her, Karly was a normal girl, if a bit quiet. Frankly, it was crazy it took her that long to get a steady boyfriend. She wasn’t exactly in the popular ci...

“What did you expect?” Greg dryly asked. I couldn’t answer, thanks to the heavy breathing and the tears. Fuck, I was pathetic right now. I sat on the closed toilet crying as Greg paced the room. He took my silence as an answer and added, “Stop treating this like all you have to do is be upfront and guys will flock to you or something.” He was so disconnected. He could have at least cared. “Fuck you,” I spat between tears....

Even when I was younger, I knew that I was a complete freak. Before I was eighteen, it was in completely innocent ways, like me being unable to talk to teachers without being sassy or something, but I think something in my hormones just decided to scream, “Ariel is going to become obsessed with sex as soon as the clock strikes eighteen,” like I was some weird sex version of Cinderella. So, of course, I discovered masturba...

It was another day at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and having just finished their morning inspection, the twenty or so girls of Mr. Wilson’s eighteen-year-old class slowly let their skirts fall back down into place. Then, with their faces burning bright red from the lingering humiliation, they turned to walk back to their desks. In between the silence of the room and the chatter of their chairs, not a sin...

My mom's brothers and sisters once asked my mom if I knew how to swim fast or if I had taken lessons. They said I had a swimmer’s body and suggested she sign me up for swimming lessons for that summer break. Mom searched and found the local high school pool that was mostly closed all summer long unless there was a swim class or instructor present. She asked and there were only two spots left in the classes for the high sc...

"I saw you, Cassie." She turned round to face me, smiling, "You saw what, Richard?" "In the test, I saw you cheating." "Bullshit." "I'll tell Sir." She stopped smiling. "No, you wouldn't." "I have to. You're a cheater. I thought you had learnt your lesson last year, they gave you one last chance didn't they? Well it looks like you've made the same mistake again, Cassie, and you've got to pay for it." "Fuck off, Richard."...

It was morning at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and dressed in their standard school uniforms consisting of a simple blazer and a knee length skirt, the twenty or so girls of class 2-1 stared straight ahead as they waited for their usual inspection to begin. It was like this every day before class. Standing silently beside their desks, they shifted nervously in place as their homeroom teacher walked on by...

In the three weeks that had passed since her punishment first started, Reena was barely any closer to finishing than when she began. She stared down at the half-finished piece of paper in front of her, her fingers trembling as she held onto the pen. On the Proper User of Titles And Addresses: While present on academy grounds, students are required to obey all instructions issued to them by the faculty members of the schoo...

It was picture day at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and standing side by side next to each other in a row, the twenty or so girls of class of 2-3 waited patiently for their turn to begin. All were eighteen, and their slender bodies stood out in sharp contrast to the large white sheet that had been hung up behind them across the walls of the gymnasium. To any visitors who happened to be watching, the scene...

Despite the fearsome reputation that the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls had gained for itself over the years, life at the school wasn’t always as bad as it seemed. Punishments were quite rare actually, and it was far from every day that a girl would be required to lower her panties to her knees. Out of the roughly one thousand students that attended, perhaps only about a dozen would end up being sent to the head...