I tell you to sit on a small, low wooden chair in front of my desk. It is far too small for your adult size, so your knees are up towards your chest, and your buttocks spill over the edges of the seat. I sit on the high desk in front of you, my feet dangling, one leg crossed over the other, and regard you over the top of my glasses. "You've been a very naughty boy, haven't you?" You look at the floor shamefacedly. "Yes, R...

To say that Mr. Lavender and I didn’t hit it off would be something of an understatement. In this strict all-male environment us boys were referred to by surname and teachers as “Sir”; we stood when they entered the room and sat when we were given permission. Having just turned sixteen I’d frankly had enough and while I still attended classes a paid no heed to the maths lesson or the homework; I had better things to do wh...

The weeks that followed Mrs Conway’s birthday party were a blur. Mandy hadn’t been slow at voicing her appraisal of me; the reviews were out and favourable. Soon it seemed that everyone wanted a piece of young Joey Potter. This brought new challenges. As much as I enjoyed the attentions of the female half of the school, to the male side, I became a target as they were jealous of my newfound fame. It was a few months later...

Sunday, 8pm The door clicks closed behind us and I stand in the middle of the room feeling awkward. Petra has abandoned her phone at last, and is gazing out of the window. I’ll take one last stab at this. Be the bigger person, Emma. I walk over to her, muster the most genuine smile I can manage: “Hi Petra, we haven’t met properly yet! I’m Emma. It’s nice to meet you.” She looks suspiciously down at the hand I’ve offered i...

Jessica Collins arrived at work early as usual and put the finishing touches to the day's lessons. English Lit. from nine all the way through till two and then two more hours of field hockey.Jess was a 25 - year - old teacher of English and Physical Education, to give it its old fashioned name, and she absolutely loved her job. She worked at Endsleigh High School in London, and taught girls from the ages of 11 to 16. It w...

It started with a look...you know the one...the type that makes you blush to your panties and weak at the knees. Well, I'd say blush to my panties, but I had chosen not to wear any that day as I didn't want any visible panty lines ruining my look!So, back to the look. He, the one looking, is my neighbours son. Around 17, but such an amazing body. I had noticed him a few months earlier, when the family had moved into the n...

Dear Professor, I haven’t had time to finish my assignment, so I’m sending you this letter to explain. Hopefully, you will be understanding of my situation and, perhaps, feel kind enough to grant me an extension? I think I may need another week. You see, I’m struggling to maintain my focus, but I guess you’ve noticed that? Despite enjoying the subject and your authoritative and intelligent lectures, I am prone to daydream...

Becci had always struggled with Maths but had chosen to continue her studies due to one teacher in particular. He had helped her through her GCSE’s within his first year of teaching and was now helping her to achieve the grades she needed to head off to university.The quality of teaching had nothing to do with Becci’s new fascination for Maths though, it was more the fact that she had fallen head over heels for Mr Henson....

Miss Burke poured out more wine and we sipped as she talked. She asked me if I liked seeing her and Mr S sharing love and I said that I did. She said that was good because watching and being watched by other group members was an important aspect of being a member and would help me in learning the ways of love.“And I know you enjoyed drinking our love”, she said, smiling coyly, “don’t pretend you didn’t”.Even after several...