school – Page 5 – Contemplating the divine

A man’s place

.. is wherever she puts him.

It did promise to love, honour and obey in sickness and in health, after all. Didn’t it?

Fortunately teachers are allowed to remain standing in class.

Just as long as I don’t have to swap nappies with Petie. I always hate that, don’t you?

I have occasionally paid women for sex, I’ll admit. The very first time I tried it I was really nervous but she said I was very cute and that she’d actually enjoyed the sex! So that was pretty cool. I hope the guy she did it with enjoyed it too – I never met him.

Women are strange. Why lie around in what is obviously sexually arousing lingerie, when I’m locked up in a spiked cage? Honestly, you’d think they’d have more sense.

Bottom marks

Oh hello, Sir! We
wanted to talk to you about our maths grades.
We were wondering if maybe you’d miscounted?

I mean, it’s unlikely. You being a maths teacher and
all. And we’re just schoolgirls. Naughty schoolgirls, who are bad at sums.

You like teaching schoolgirls, don’t you, Mr Harris? We
know, ‘cos we looked through your things and you’ve got ever so many books and
magazines about it! You must be really
devoted to your profession, to want to read about it all the time like that…

They’re ever so strict, though, aren’t they? The teachers in your magazines, I mean. Those poor
girls and their sore bottoms! Belinda
here was worried that maybe you’d smack our bottoms for being so naughty! But I told her that was totally illegal and
you’d go to prison.

Annie wondered whether you could go to prison just for
having those magazines, but I don’t think you can, can you? Not illegal to enjoy looking at pictures of
grown-up women dressed as schoolgirls having their bottoms smacked, is it? Not even for a teacher at a girls’ school. I’m sure the Head and the Board of Governors
wouldn’t mind.

If we showed them.

Really? You might
have miscounted our grades after all?
Oh. By how much? ‘cos we think we got 20 every time.

No, really. Every single time. Even when it was marked out of ten or fifteen. You’re a maths teacher, I expect you can come up with some clever maths to do that. Can’t you?

That reminds: there was a story in one of Mr Harris’s magazines about a girl who needed better grades in maths, wasn’t there, Annie? And she ended up with the teacher’s penis in her mouth – do you remember? I shouldn’t think that tasted nice at all… I don’t suppose teachers are allowed to do that these days, either.

Do you remember that one, Sir? It looked like you’d read that one quite often. Belinda thought maybe you’d spilled something on the page.

Did we? Ooh! Twenty every time? Well, that is good news, isn’t it, girls?

Still… it’s not very impressive is it? For a maths teacher to
have made a mistake in counting up like that!
It should have been 20 every time, but you gave us four, five, six… That’s
a lot of mistakes in your arithmetic, isn’t it, Sir?

I wonder if there’s anything we could do to help you
improve? I mean, obviously you need to learn to do sums a lot better, don’t you? Sir?

What do you think would happen to one of the girls in your
magazines who made that many mistakes in maths?
We were talking about that just now. I think she’d at least get her hands tawsed, the poor thing, but Belinda here reckons
it’d probably be the cane across her bum. And Annie thought it would be both.

But you’re the professional, Sir. So what do you think?

Images, obviously, from St Mackenzies, comprising part of that tiny, tiny fraction of the photos they publish taken before everyone gets their kit off.

Seductive logic

I understand they have some extra toppings to add, too.

Seems only fair. He was up half the night, poor chap.

Knew I should have gone with the gift card.

I went to see the St Trinians movie as soon as it came out, but I was a bit disappointed that I was the only one who’d bothered to dress up for it.

Thanks for coming.

Penalty and repentance

They are – and not just the food. The sex will be longer, more satisfying and 100% female, too.

You get a special decoration too. Not a medal. Just… decoration.

Sometimes a question isn’t really a question.

It’s always difficult arriving as a substitute teacher, in the middle of the school year. But just do your best. Maybe Mr Harris will turn up again – he must be somewhere, after all.

Perpetuity is quite a long time. It might feel even longer.

Fail better

I do that. I’m really good at failing, actually.

A bit of a shame to call in sick – the girls at work recognised you and have something special planned, whenever you’re next in the office.

Marriage is always a learning experience. She’s just determined to make the learning experience a bit more structured, that’s all.

I’ve always tried to use humour to defuse tense situations. On my very first… time with a woman, if you know what I mean, I was very nervous indeed. Fortunately she burst out laughing as soon as I’d taken my clothes off, and she was still giggling when her taxi arrived ten minutes later. I’ve always been able to make women laugh: it’s a gift.

I suppose that must mean she has a basement too – they’re all the same, the houses on that row. I wonder what she keeps down there?

Funnily enough, it turns out Prop 677 wasn’t even necessary. Enough Californians worship Anne as a goddess for her to qualify for the religious exemption, so she didn’t have to pay taxes anyway. Still: it was a nice gesture.

Thigh five

… which is obviously a made-up phrase. Oddly, though, there are many two-word phrases in the English language beginning with the word ‘thigh’ and every single one of them is erotic. Strange but true.

Unlike, say, the words ‘rancid’ or ‘viscous’, unless you’re really weird and we don’t like weirdos on this blog, thank you very much.


You can do anything*, but don’t wank on my black suede boots.

* No you can’t.

You might imagine that this young lady is headed for a stellar career as a professional dominatrix, but as things turned out she actually became the head of Ryanair’s Customer Complaints department. So there you go.

Dave’s need is greater than yours. Well.. his cock certainly is, anyway.

It’s OK as long as I keep my mind off all thoughts sexual

Ocasionally, when I have an idea for a caption, I’ll worry that one of the many, many other femdom caption sites on the Internet will already have done it. This one, not so much.

Matronising attitudes

Well, all right. As long as I get to have my say on the subject.

That’s fair.

It’s so hard to choose sometimes, isn’t it? Hmm… would I rather have a cock in my mouth or a turd? It’s so hard being submissive – I’ll bet other sexual perversions don’t end up causing such dilemmas.

It’s actually doubly unfair to set particularly hard questions to boys, because we’re stupider.

Hope she reads the instructions. Apparently, if you exceed the recommended dose, it can cause quite a lot of discomfort. I mean, more than the intended discomfort, obviously.

I beg to differ

… but she rarely lets me.

I don’t want to do anything she disapproves of. It’s too painful.

Always expect the unexpected. Except on this blog, where we ran out of ideas years ago and just keep recycling the same old tropes.

It’s only a small bottle, but they deliver them in packs of 24, annoyingly.

Sure,
darling, of course, I… do you know, I don’t seem to have a pen with
me? What a shame, I’ll just – what’s that? You have one with you,
darling? Oh. Oh good. Right. So I just sign…? There. Right.

Mmm… blackmail fetish and schoolgirl play combined! Lots of fun.

You know how bad girls get

Ah.. school days – cold showers, long tedious detentions, horrible over-cooked cabbage for lunch, exams and homework… not to mention the corporal punishment and the humiliating bullying. It seems so long ago now… must be months at least. I really must book another session.


No I never said that! So unfair, you horrible old cow. Oops.

But not so brave as to refuse. There’s brave and there’s sheer suicidal lunacy.

Spelling ‘wear’ wrong shouldn’t go unnoticed and uncorrected, either.

Mistress Teresa May, obviously. Of all the things that could complicate a career in professional domination, “Having the same name as the Prime Minister” (or vhery nhearly the same) was probably not one that she anticipated.

I think she’s probably right there. You might have to conduct a careful examination of her feet before you’re sure, though.

He probably doesn’t know what the capital of Gabon is. Trouble is, nor does she. I wonder how they’ll resolve the impasse?

Meek and feeble

He’s made a lifetime commitment.

My SO always says a bit of bruising on a man’s face can be quite attractive, anyway.

Actually, the market is a bit limited as sissy husbands tend not to have much time for reading, or a lot of pocket money.

It’s all a bit academic (if you’ll pardon the pun), actually, because the school moved four years ago and there isn’t actually a Staircase B any more. Still, that’s no excuse for not memorising the rule properly, is it, boy?

I think the correct response is “Mmmmphh!”