Mrs. Smith isn’t what she appears to be.
***
Bobby swallowed hard as he stood outside the principles
office. He swore he was going to kill Steven if he got
out of this one. It had been Steve’s idea to peep in on
the girls shower, and it had been a pretty good idea
until Ms. Saunders the Gym teacher had caught them.
Correction, him. While he got his chops busted, Steve
had taken off. Saunders gave him the riot act then told
him to see the principle. When she had said that his
heart made a one way trip to his feet.
The new principle of St. Alexander’s High School was
supposed to be a real ball breaker. She had sent Ox
Fulson, the 6’8″ star quarterback out her office crying
once. No one knows what she did but the bottom line was
that no matter what, you did NOT want to get sent to
her office. And yet here he was, at the door of death
with no protection in site.
Bobby raised his hand to knock on the door and
hesitated. If Ox couldn’t handle her, how would he? She
would chew him up and spit him out without even
sweating. Forget this, he thought and was about to turn
and leave when a voice from inside the office said:
“Come in.” Bobby paused a moment then turned the knob.
How did she do that?
The principle’s office was small and somewhat crammed.
A desk sat across from the large double doors and
bookshelves lined dominated the other walls. Bobby
slipped inside, his head hung low. Better take the
penitent sinner approach while he had the chance and
pray she was feeling merciful. The principle looked up
from her paperwork and smiled.
“Ah, Mr. Calloway, do sit down.” Principle Smith
purred, smiling like a cat about to pounce on a mouse.
Bobby seated himself, continuing to look at the ground.
Smith steepled her fingers and glared at him. “I got a
call from Ms Saunders. She says she caught you peeping
in on the girls locker room. Is that correct?
“Yes ma’am,” he mumbled. Smith shook her head and
sighed.
“Really, Mr. Calloway. Surely you know better than
that.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“I mean, trying to catch girls showering? You’re a
senior, not a freshman. I’d expect a slightly more
mature behavior out of you.”
At the mention of the girls, Bobby felt an erection
flair up. While he didn’t like getting chewed out, in a
way it had been worth it to see Sherry Winslow without
a top. God did she have big tits.
“Mr. Calloway?” Smith said. Bobby jerked his head up,
suddenly realizing she wanted a response.
“Um, yes ma’am.”
Smith stood and walked around in front of him. Bobby
felt his erection stiffen a little more as she did. She
was tall and lithe, with long red hair, firm, shapely
legs and a fine hourglass figure. The white blouse she
wore did little mask the perkiness of her D-cup breasts
and her short black skirt came only to the middle of
her thigh, giving an excellent view of her legs. Bobby
squirmed a little in his seat as she approached trying
to hide his excitement. Smith crossed her arms under
her breasts and glowered at him.
“Mr. Calloway,” she said harshly. “You are a mature
young man and I am shocked and deeply disappointed you
would do such a childish thing.” Bobby tried to keep
eye contact with her, but he kept drifting down to her
breasts. They were beautiful; all full and perky, he
found himself longing to touch them. The principle put
her hands on her desk and continued: “You’re fortunate
those girls didn’t find you themselves or you might
have really been sorry.”