Kelly the rebel

You don’t know what you were expecting, but you weren’t expecting this. Kelly has wrecked your office. She’s ripped posters from the wall, thrown books around the room and emptied all the cupboards. She tried to empty your desk, but there was nothing in there to empty.

Yet her anger has now been spent. She’s not standing there ready to confront you. Instead, she’s lying on the floor, her head in one of the cupboards. Her skirt has ridden up revealing more of her pale legs, her white socks have scrunched up around her ankles. The monster in your trousers stirs to see such beauty. And for a moment you forget her rebellion to consider her cute butt, framed by white knickers. The monster wants it. All you need to do is reach down and claim it. You could lock the door, pull out your cock, straddle her, pull down her knickers and claim her. You could be fucking her before she’s realised what’s happening. Part of you thinks you should. Part of you thinks she’d want it.

No. That’s not a thought you should hold. You’re a teacher. You’re in a position of authority. And seeing the ruin of your office you should punish her. Your cock is not a punishment, more a reward. But the longer you stand there looking at those legs, at that cute ass, at those flimsy panties, the more you struggle to resist.

“What are doing, young lady,” you finally manage to shout. And ass in the cute white panties leaps up. Kelly emerges from the cupboard, her breath ragged with her rebellion, her eyes a blaze with fascination.

“Mr Smith,” she says, kneeling before you, the perfect height for your cock to slide into her … No. Stop thinking that.

“Did you do all this?” You wave your hands at the ripped posters and the scattered books and the open cupboards. As if anyone else could have done it. “Explain yourself.”

“You know you’ve got these strange symbols all over your office, sir?” As she had slithered out of the cupboard Kelly had brought with her a stack of papers, a set of teaching aids you’d printed for the Lower Sixth and was planning on handing out tomorrow. She, though, has co-opted them, taking the blank side and tracing the symbol onto the paper. This she holds up for you to see.

“I am aware of them. But that doesn’t explain…”

“Oh this,” she waves at the ruin. “Yere, all this, what are you going to do about it? You’ll have to send me that prune Mrs Oversight.”

“That’s no-way to talk about your teacher.”

“Well, she is a stewed-up prune. I thought this room needed redecorating. I tried disturbing your class, shouting, trying the door, but no, you’re better than I thought. Just ignored me. So, your room needed redecorating. And that’s when I saw these symbols. Weird aren’t they. Haven’t you wondered how they got there?”

“Probably some past student locked in this room, wanting to cause trouble like you.”

“No, no, I think it was Miss Wandering.”

“And why would she do it?”

“No idea, but I’ve seen this symbol before. I was trying to work out where. And it came to me. Alicia’s.”

“Alicia, who’s Alicia.”

“Alicia Normal, she was a girl in my year, in my previous year. Upper Sixth last year. At the beginning of the year, when she was still behaving normally or just when she was starting to behave oddly more like, I went to a party at her place, and I saw all these symbols written on the walls. I just thought it was decoration, but Alicia told me, when she was drunk, that these symbols had meanings, but she wouldn’t tell me what. Said I’d have to join that silly history group Miss Wandering was running, and I wasn’t joining that. And I was thinking why are they etched in here. I just thought I’d trace them and then look them up on the internet later.”

“Not now?”

“Well, you’ve still got my laptop.” That’s true.

Everything she said should be no excuse. But. You are intrigued by the symbols. You’d forgotten about them, but she’s brough them back up. And if they are anything to do with Miss Wandering? Maybe they’re something to do with why she was sacked? Maybe by getting Kelly to investigate the symbols, an act she seems keen to do, you can get her interested in history? Maybe this is a way in?

“Ok, I’ll tell you what. If you put everything back, I’ll overlook what you’ve done, on one condition. You tell me what you find out about the symbols.”

Kelly considers it for a moment.

“OK, sir. I’ll do that.”

You help her put all the books back and clean up the office. There’s now rips in the posters and some of the books are more battered, but the damage is minimal. Then you dismiss Kelly.