Meet a teacher. Get an invitation and some advice.

You stroll back down towards the main campus, enjoying the warmth of the sun when a voice calls your name. "Dean Hawkfeather! I've been looking for you!" You turn to see Donna Considine, the Math teacher approaching with a smile.

"What can I do for you Ms. Considine?"

"Lorri McKay and I are having a small dinner party tomorrow night to welcome you and the other men. The others have already confirmed their attendance. Our cottage, and Lorri is the chef. Trust me, you don't want to miss it. Monica Fulton and Honey Thibodeaux will also be there, so you'll have something pretty to talk to as well."

"I'd be pleased to accept," you smile as the two of you walk towards the main building. "I haven't had a chance to get to know any of the teachers yet."

"No. I imagine our students are keeping you busy enough," she says with a neutral tone but a raised eyebrow. "You're not leaving any doubt that you're serious."

"Good. Maybe it will cut down on the behavior problems."

"Possibly. But these are high spirited and arrogant young women. I think they'll keep testing you. Some of them may get in trouble just to have the opportunity to bend over and pull their panties down in your office."

"Headmistress Naylor will be in attendance at any paddlings."

"Of course. But some girls will want to tempt you anyway, and they might find a few swats with a paddle a fair exchange for seeing if they can lure you."

"I've already seen how 'demonstrative' some of them can be."

"No doubt. This car wash 'practice' for example. It's pretty much an excuse for Julia and her friends to show off for the four of you. I'm surprised Lyndsey White wasn't with them. She had quite the knack for letting her skirt ride up or he blouse come unbuttoned to give the custodians and gardeners a treat last year. I doubt she's learned any restraint over the summer."

"She put on a show for Mr. Sharp and I earlier. Bent over and flashed us. Without panties."

"I'm not surprised," she says with a wry smile. "I don't envy the four of you Dean. Surrounded by all these girls, many of them full of mischief and no real constraints on their behaviour. I'd be the last to blame any of you if you succumbed to temptation."

"I didn't come here to take advantage of students Miss Considine," you say stiffly as the two of you enter the library.

"Nor did I suggest you did. But it might not be you taking advantage of them, but them taking advantage of you. There are more than a few scalp-hunters among our young maidens, Dean Hawkfeather, and I suspect your scalp is among the most sought after."