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Erotic Story - A Tale from The Academy - Part One

The following story is for adults only and should not be read by or shown to anyone under eighteen. All characters in my stories are over eighteen and above the age of consent. As with most of my stories this one is F/F so if that isn’t to your taste, please don’t waste your time


Two Part Story


Part One


One of the special privileges at The Academy, available to those students not on report, was a weekly trip to town. This event took place on Friday afternoons and it was a wonderful time to get away from the school and spend some pocket money.


The trip was not supervised, though usually one or two teachers were around just to keep an eye on things or to do some shopping of her own. Mostly we just split into small groups and went off on our own, and as long as we didn't cause any trouble and were back on time, everything was fine and dandy.


So this certain week Samantha and I went shopping together in town. It was a glorious afternoon and we had hours left of our free time and resolved to spend it wisely. It felt wonderful to be free, even if it was just for a few hours.


After admiring the clothes in a shop for half an hour, Samantha decided to pop into a bookstore in search of an elusive copy of a book she'd been searching for, and I remained outside, my taste for books being more than satisfied by what we were required to read for school. Well, I waited and waited, but after a full thirty minutes Samantha didn't emerge. I grew more and more impatient. I must confess that my temper was growing hot at the thoughts of all the exciting things I could be doing instead of pacing the street and waiting for my friend.


So it was with real anger that I stormed into the bookstore, running up and down the aisles looking for Samantha. She was nowhere to be found. I searched the entire store and it wasn’t that large, then frantically began a search again, this time swearing and muttering to myself. It was at this moment that I rounded a corner at breakneck speed and collided with a tall figure and we both tumbled to the floor.


"Oooch," I cried out as my head knocked against a wooden bookshelf. "Why the hell don't you look where you are going!"


The words were out of my mouth before I could bite my tongue. Immediately I knew I shouldn't have spoken. As girls of The Academy we were expected to maintain a certain level of behaviour and decorum when in town. We carried "the reputation of the entire history of The Academy" on our shoulders, as Miss Schwartz liked to say. And dressed in our school uniforms there was no chance I wouldn't be recognised as a The Academy girl."I think, young lady, that you'd better speak for yourself!" snapped a sharp, very familiar voice.


My eyes went wide as I saw in astonishment that the woman sitting in an undignified heap before me was none other than my riding instructor, Miss Carm. " Sorry Miss Carm" I gasped, a shiver going down my spine."Ah, my dear Jayne. It is you who runs through a quiet bookshop with the speed and blindness of a mad bull. I should have known." She stood then, brushing off her long dress. She was dressed like an elegant lady, she even wore a scarf around her shoulders and carried a large black satchel. I could scarcely recognise her out of her riding uniform. I kept watching her hands, wondering where her long riding crop was hidden. I'd never seen her without it and it seemed almost an extension of her body.

Miss Carm reached out a hand and helped me to my feet. When I was standing, however, she did not give me my hand back, but gripped it tightly. "I think we should see what your headmistress thinks of your behavior," she said sternly.


"Oh no, Miss! Please!" Miss Carm stopped. "Do you have another suggestion? Surely you don't expect your behavior to go unpunished, do you?" I shook my head miserably. Of course not. What Academy girl thinks of escaping punishment? What a silly concept. "No, Miss Carm," I said softly. "Well then. But perhaps I should take care of this mistake myself, right here?"


I looked around at the crowded shop. I could just picture this strong woman taking me across her knee right in full view of all those strangers. My face burned with shame. "Oh, no! please, Miss Carm, not here! Anything but here!" "We shall go to my house, then," she said firmly, pulling me along after her. Suddenly I stopped resisting and followed willingly. My heart trembled at the thought of being inside the home of the beautiful Miss Carm. What would it be like?


As we exited the shop who should be standing by the door but Samantha, pacing frantically and looking worried. When she saw me her eyes went wide. "Jayne! What happened? Where" "Your friend needs a lesson in manners," said Miss Carm sternly. "I shall take care of the matter personally. Be assured that she will be back at the Academy promptly at 5pm."


And with that we were off, trotting up the street leaving my friend Samantha staring after us. I, on the other hand, felt a curious mixture of exhilaration and trepidation.Miss Carm lived on the posh side of town, in a large three bedroomed home at the end of a cul-de-sac. It was painted white with a light blue trim, and had a neat garden and tall green hedges surrounding the place.


I stood on the narrow entry and waited while Miss Carm unlocked the front door, and then we went inside. Neither of us had spoken since we left Samantha. Once inside the house, I instantly felt at home. The place was warmly decorated and well-kept though obviously lived-in. A little-used TV screen hugged one wall, with a low-lying coffee table just in front of it. A number of magazines were spread out on the table, and a casual glance from me revealed these were mostly equestrian, though I did notice one or two more adult ones.

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Miss Carm vanished with " a make yourself comfortable" and I wandered the room examining things, attempting to deduce more information about this strange teacher of mine. The main living room wasn't too large, but it opened directly into the dining area, which also looked rarely used and was elegantly laid out with a beautiful wooden table and a cabinet of rose patterned china in the far corner. I felt intimidated by that room and did not go inside. The kitchen was more my style, small and homely, but with an infinite amount of mysterious cupboards. The smell of baking and recent meals reminded me of home."Would you like some tea?" Miss Carm stood at the entrance to the kitchen, her bright eyes following me. She had changed her clothes,changing her long dress for informal grey slacks and a tight-fitting blouse of pale blue."Uh, no thank you, Ma'am," I stammered, startled to be caught in the midst of my investigation. "Shall we begin then? We do not have much time."


Something in the way she spoke turned my limbs to jelly. I had well over two hours before I needed to be back at The Academy. What on earth kind of horror punishment took two hours? "Please remove your uniform and place it neatly on the chair," said Miss Carm briskly. "I shall return shortly. And I want you to be completely naked, young lady with no knickers or bra of any kind. Do you understand?"


"Yes, Miss Carm." My voice was slightly tainted with bitterness as I obeyed her orders with precision. As I undressed I carefully folded my clothes and placed them in a neat pile on the chair, growing more and more apprehensive by the second. Finally I stood naked in the centre of her living room, the air chilling my nude body and making me feel tremendously exposed and vulnerable.


After several minutes Miss Carm had not appeared and this only heightened by nervousness. My mind wandered a bit, as much to keep busy as to bring some warmth to my limbs. It was with a depressed heart I realised that soon I would be more than warm enough. At the opposite side of the living room, near the entrance, was a large wooden cabinet filled with books and curios. These I studied intently, my mind desperately attempting to distract itself from my purpose at being in this place. I saw there were a number of petite dolls, each dressed in school uniform from a different time period. There were Elizabethan, Renaissance, several variations of more modern dresses, and even a few styles I recognised as German and Russian.


There were several framed photographs, and these I studied eagerly. One was of a petite curly-haired girl riding a pony, a grim-faced army colonel standing to one side, pride radiating from his stiff smile. Another photograph consisted of a colour close-up of the same man, still in military uniform though much older, his hair and moustache grey, his smile stern but pleasant. I looked at this photo for a long time, amazed at the depth of wisdom and knowledge in the man's steel-blue eyes.


"That's my father," said a soft voice behind me. The tone was warm and filled with sadness, and it didn't startle me at all. I turned and saw Miss Carm standing behind me, looking at the picture over my shoulder. Her face was softer than I remembered, and her eyes glinted with moisture. She glanced at me then, staring steadily into my eyes not as a teacher to a student, but as woman to another woman--and her eyes were sad but joyful.


"He passed away just over a year ago," she whispered. "He was a wonderful man. He raised me himself, you know. My mother died in a car accident when I was a baby, but he never once hired a maid or housekeeper. He insisted on doing it all himself. People used to tell him he was crazy that he should remarry and give me a mother. But I didn't need a mother. Not with a father like him. He gave me more love and life lessons than ten mothers and fathers." She sniffed and blinked back tears. She was not looking at me but staring off into space, remembering. "I miss him very much."

End of Part One
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Royrogers · 61-69, M
Ooooh interesting
JayneA · 36-40, F
[@471995,Royrogers] Thank You I hope you enjoy it

 
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