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Connie attended an very formal all girls' school, so formal
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in fact that her instructors would allow only refer to her as
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"Constance".
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There were no boys -- boys were distractions -- but alas,
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Connie, or rather, Constance, was so free spirited that she
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found distractions in plenty of other things. That is why on
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this particular day, she sat outside the Headmistress' office,
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looking forlorn and fearful.
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She had acted up in class again, something that, for a
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eighteen year-old girl at Walterman's School for Girls, was
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unforgivable. Her white blouse and plaid knee-length skirt
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barely took away from her innocent beauty: long, wavy black
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hair and deep blue eyes. And Constance was quite mature,
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physically, for her age.
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"Constance Forrester?" A maternal voice barked from the open
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door.
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"Ma'am?", she said, trembling.
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"In here. Now." Constance gathered her books and purse and
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walked into Miss Greer's office. Miss Greer, all 5'10 of her,
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was standing next to her desk, tapping her fingers lightly on
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the wide slab of polished mahogany. Her blonde hair was in a
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bun, and her dress was black, fitting her smooth and shapely
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body with tenacity. "Constance this is the second time you have
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been cited for misbehavior in class. I will have no more of it.
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This time, you will be punished. Come here."
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Constance walked gingerly to the headmistress, who pointed to
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the desk.
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"Up", she said evenly.
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Constance glanced at her trying a pleading look that she knew
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would be useless. She clambered onto the desk, awaiting Miss
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Greer's next command.
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"On your hands and knees, dear."
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Constance's lovely black hair tumbled forward, surrounding her
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face as she knelt forward on the desk. Miss Greer walked around
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behind her and held the hem of Constance's plaid skirt for a
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moment.
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"Now, Constance, I hope you learn something from all this."
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She slowly drew the skirt upward, laying it on Connie's back.
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Her lower back and buttocks were completely exposed to the cool
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air of the dark office. Miss Greer hooked a finger into the top
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of the white cotton panties Constance was wearing.
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"Now, we won't be misbehaving in class again, I trust?" "No,
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ma'am." Constance said weakly. The blonde headmistress pulled
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the panties down with one finger, stopping in midway down
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Constance's round, smooth behind. Miss Greer's knuckle rested
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lightly on Constance's anus.
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"I hope not" she said, sliding a hand in between Constance's
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trembling thighs as she slid the panties down to her knees.
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Miss Greer abruptly whipped her open palm into Constance's bare
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left buttock, causing a muffled whimper. She slapped the other
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buttock hard immediately, and Constance twitched, biting back a
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moan.
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"Are you going to be a good girl, Constance?"
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"Yes, ma'am", Connie croaked, her behind burning. Miss Greer
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brought her hand down again, harder this time, and a loud smack
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reverberated off of the office walls.
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"Mmmph!" Connie squealed. Miss Greer pulled Connie's
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buttocks, which were now reddened with finger marks, apart
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slightly and noticed a glistening on Connie's vaginal lips.
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She smiled, and reached out for a handful of Connie's black,
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wavy hair. Pulling on the hair just enough to make Connie yelp,
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she leaned forward, her breasts pushed against Connie's bare
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ass.
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"Now, my little girl, do not embarrass me or this school
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again, is that understood?"
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Connie's back arched as the headmistress pulled her hair back.
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Tears were streaking her soft face and her panties held her
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knees immobile.
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"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry", she whimpered. Miss Greer sunk a
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finger into Connie's wet sex, swabbing it around, teasing the
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moist, glistening lips.
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Connie shivered in silence, head bowed forward again. Miss
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Greer withdrew the lubricated finger and poised it at the crack
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of Connie's ass.
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"Next time you misbehave will be worse", she said, and plunged
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the red-nailed finger into Connie's tight
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asshole. Connie body arched again, her head thrown back, mouth
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open in mute surrender. Then, in a flood it came, a searing
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orgasm that had Connie bucking and quaking under the blonde
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head mistress' hands. Miss Greer slowly slid the finger from
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Connie's rectum, reaching down to wipe it on Connie's panties.
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"Now, get dressed and cleaned up", she said briskly to Connie,
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who was quivering in a heap on the desk, "and get back to
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class. You have five minutes."
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Miss Greer took one last look at Connie's exposed hind
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quarters, turned, and walked out the door.
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