You do. You're curious about the girls

You look at Cindy's pretty face, her hair tousled from the wind as she pleads with you to join her, then glance at the four girls on the patio, their faces alight with curiosity. You're as curious about them as they obviously are at you, and although you think it might be a bad idea, you nod agreement to Cindy's request.

She gives a happy little laugh and leads you into the bistro to the table with her friends.

"Normally I'd be furious with you bitches for leaving me stranded, but fortunately a knight in shining armour showed up to help me," she says with a laugh. "Dean Hawkfeather was kind enough to give me a ride on his powerful steed, and I've invited him for a drink to thank him. Dean, this is Margot, Rose, Chanel and Tiana. Sit down here next to Margot, and I'll join you as soon as I've fixed my hair."

The girls smile politely at you as you nod at them and take a seat. Tiana, the one you haven't encountered before, is a willowy blond with a smug, patrician face who looks at you with interested eyes.

"I don't have a tie for you to cut off, Dean Hawkfeather," Margot says with a grin. "If I'd known you were coming I'd have put one on." She's wearing a short off the shoulder dress of some clingy material that makes it evident she has dispensed with a bra. Her nipples poke proud dents in the fabric, and she smiles as she sees you notice.

"Well, I think you'd have been safe Ms. Childers," you laugh softly. "Not a school function, and you're not in uniform."

"Margot does her best work out of uniform," Rose says with a sly giggle.

"How you talk!" Margot replies with false outrage, her voice full of humour. "The Dean already thinks I'm bad enough without you helping! I don't want to be paddled, thank you very much! I'll leave that to you!"

Rose blushes deeply and squirms in her chair as she bites her lip and looks at you shyly. "I'm still stinging," she murmurs. "I think I'll be sore for a week." She's wearing a floral patterned sundress with spaghetti straps and like Margot also appears to be braless. "I'm terribly afraid that I still owe some smacks. Thank you for stopping when you did Dean. I was beside myself."

The other girls giggle as Rose presses her lips together and blushes faintly, leaving you with no doubt that she's told them of her orgasmic reaction to being paddled.

"It sounds like being paddled isn't the worst thing," Tiana says with an impish grin. "I'll have to get myself in trouble and see for myself. I hope you'll be as...kind to me as you were to Rose."

"That will depend on the offense," you say carefully. "My advice would be to adhere to the Code of Conduct."

"Oh but that's no fun," Tiana objects. "This is the time of life when we're supposed to push the boundaries a little. Explore alternatives, that kind of thing. Right girls?"

There's a murmur of giggled agreement interrupted by the waiter coming to check on the table. The girls nod that they're ok, and he turns to you.

"I'll have whatever the ladies are having," you answer, looking at their fluted glasses of pale amber.

"That's a local cider. A soft cider," he says. "Will that be ok?"

You nod, a little surprised that the girls aren't drinking something stronger. They're underaged, but you know they'd have no difficulty getting fake IDs.

"I would have thought that a Marine would want at least a beer," Tiana teases. "Or was that a test to find out if we're drinking illegally?"

"Well, since I already know that at least some of you do exactly that, it wasn't a test," you answer, looking at Rose and Chanel, who both flush slightly. Chanel looks down at her lap, biting her lip. You realise that she hasn't spoken, and hasn't really joined in the carefree banter and giggles of her companions.

"Ohhh, so you're a detective too," Margot giggles, putting a slender hand on your arm. "We're definitely in trouble now girls. Dean Hawkfeather will uncover all our secrets."

"What are you all laughing about?" Cindy asks, returning to the table and sitting beside you. She's restored her hair and refreshed her makeup, leaving no sign of riding either your bike or your cock only minutes ago.

"Dean Hawkfeather is proving to be a cunning man," Rose answers. "He learns things without asking directly. We'll all have to be very careful." She smiles at you and gives Chanel's hand a quick squeeze of support.

"So tell us about the Dean's motorcycle," Margot asks Cindy. "Was it exciting! Did he make you squeal?"

"I loved it!" Cindy laughs. "It was so fun! So powerful and exciting!"

"I'll have to get you to give me a ride too," Margot says, giving you a sultry smile. "But not tonight. This dress would be up around my neck in the wind. And I haven't got much else on."

"You're used to having your dress around your neck, so it wouldn't seem unusual," Tiana teases, earning a scowl from Margot, who sticks her tongue out at her friend.

"Don't listen to her, Dean! She's just a brat. You should paddle her. Good and hard too," Margot tells you.

"Yes, make her cry like you apparently made those dumb cheerleaders cry," Cindy adds. "That must have been funny. Did they beg Dean Hawkfeather?"

"I don't discuss the details of one student's punishment with another," you answer, taking a sip of the cider the waiter brings back. "I'm not going to discuss Ms. Newton's punishment either."

"That's ok, she already told us!" Margot giggled. "Did you realise that she came when you paddled her? She says she'd have jumped you if old lady Naylor wasn't there."

"Ms. Naylor will be present at all such punishment," you answer carefully, your eyes flickering at Rose who blushes slightly and chews the corner of her lip. Her eyes glitter at you for a moment and she squirms slightly in her seat.

"I think the Dean is doing a good job," Chanel says quietly, speaking for the first time since you sat down. "He was very kind when I found...you know...those...things..." Her face suddenly starts to crumple and Rose and Tiana give her quick hugs of support murmuring soothing words giving you quick glances of concern as they comfort her.

"Poor Chanel," Margot murmurs softly. "Thank you for helping her," she adds, letting her hand fall onto your thigh and giving it a quick squeeze. You feel Cindy's hand on your other thigh, stroking upwards for a moment before being withdrawn. You take another sip of the cider, thinking that it's time you got out of here.