You run into trouble that night.

That night, you lie in bed and wait. At nine o'clock, you get up and slip out of your room. You give silent thanks for Phoebe for the explicit instructions as you make your way down the stairs. Walking slowly towards the exit, you see the door ahead of you open. Ducking into the first room you reach, you find yourself in a lounge. There are large couches and tables, full bookcases, a wardrobe against the wall, a fully stocked bar (!?), and a few other things you don't care about because whoever it is, is getting closer. They probably won't come in here, but just to be sure, you duck into the wardrobe and shut the door almost all the way.

It's a good thing you hid, because Miss Stoller walks through the door and looks around the room.

"Well?" she loudly says into the moonlit lounge. "Whoever you are, I know you're here!"

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!

"WELL?"

"Um, hum, um, wait a minute," says a groggy feminine voice from one of the couches.

Trish!? What is she doing here? And what is that bundle she has, rolled up like it's important?

"I was just taking a quick nap, Millicent; sorry."

Miss Stoller holds up a slip of paper. "That's 'Miss Stoller' to you, and what is the meaning of this outrage?"

"You're an educator, Millicent, you should know. It's called '****'. I know you're planning on expelling all of the boys at the school, and that you're planning to use some... very unethical methods, including entrapment, lying, and turning them against each other."

"And I suppose you can prove this?"

"I have your diary."

Long silence. You can just feel the waves of anger radiating off of Miss Stoller. Finally, she asks, "What do you want?"

"I want you to 'misplace' the demerits you issued today and I want you to treat the male students fairly."

"I can treat the male students more nicely, but removing the demerits is out of the question; they've already been logged."

"Well then, you'll have to be punished. Take off your panties and lean over this table here."

"Students cannot flog educators; what you're asking is undoable."

"Now Millicent, don't be obstinate. Take off your panties AND SKIRT and lean over this table."

Miss Stoller is clearly a practical woman who knows that the battle is lost. She locks the door behind her and takes off her skirt. Draping it over one of the couches, she looks around the room nervously, hooks her thumbs on the waistband of her white panties and slips them off. You get a nice look at her legs and ass as she bends over the table near Trish. Very nice view and surprisingly nice legs. You'd give her an "8".

"Now stay still," Trish instructs unrolling the bundle. She takes something out that looks like a harness of some kind. Trish puts her (own) leg in it, pulls it up to her waist, and buckles it on. "Well, you're right about students not flogging educators, Millicent," Trish says before thrusting her hips against Miss Stoller.

It's a strap-on!

"AAHH!" Stoller cries out in surprise. Trish keeps herself pressed against Stoller and says, "I made sure it was well lubricated first, my little Millicent. Now do you want the whole dorm to hear you? It's your choice."

Stoller holds a hand over her mouth and quiets down. Slowly, Trish begins pumping in and out of her.

"Ah!" Stoller says. "What are you - ah! - doing? You're not - ah! - going to get - ah! - anything out of this - ah!"

"I'm just fucking you, Miss Stoller. It's okay since you're clearly not a virgin and it's just between us girls."

"But - ah! - there's no point - ah! - neither of us is - ah! - is going to enjoy - ah! - how will you - ah! - know when to - ah! stop?"

"Good question, Millicent. I'll stop after fifteen minutes or when you've come twice. Now try to relax; I'm going to pick up the pace."

Trish starts moving a bit faster, pushing hard and deep against the bent over Millicent Stoller. Miss Stoller whines at first, but slowly starts to relax as Trish pets her back and praises her on how pretty she looks. Suddenly Stoller starts to panic and grabs her hair.

"No! No, this isn't - isn't - no, not this! AHHhhh..."

"That's once Millicent; the second one will be easier."

"I... didn't... that wasn't supposed to happen."

"Shh, just relax. The sooner you come, the sooner we'll be finished."

You figure Trish had been at it for about 12 minutes when Stoller comes for the second time. Trish backs away from the panting woman and takes off her strap-on. As she's bundling it up... "So... same time tomorrow?"

"Wha - what? Haven't you done enough already?"

"Will the demerits be gone tomorrow?"

"No. I told you that's impossible."

"Then we'll be doing this until they're gone."

"I can... I can get them annulled, but it'll take a couple of weeks."

"There, you see? It can be done. So I'll see you here tomorrow?"

"...Yes..." Stoller says meekly.

"Good. Now two more things since you've been so difficult and obstinate. First, you will be wearing one of those short-skirt uniforms the rest of us girls wear."

"...Okay."

"And two, you will come here without panties."

Stoller takes longer this time, but, "...All right."

Trish leaves. Stoller gets dressed and leaves. You go back to your room; you really want to meet Phoebe, but one scare is enough for the night.

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