Kelly’s Planning Trouble

You return to your office after lunch to find Abigail waiting for you. In all the excitement of fucking Ellie, you’d forgotten to lock the doors. She’s standing by the door, the statuette in her hand, examining it. When you enter, she places it back and turns to you.

You notice that she’s picked up the statuette and appears to be playing with it. When she sees you enter, she places it back and turns to you.

“You’re back. Good. We need to talk about Kelly.”

“What’s she done now?”

“It’s what she’s going to do. You’ve got the reprobates this afternoon. I’ve heard she’s got plans for your lesson.”

“What?”

“Don’t know, my informant didn’t know, but well, you heard what she did in Spencer’s lesson?” Only the vague details. They were doing book reviews and Kelly’s work was erotica. Spencer had failed her, Kelly had taken pleasure in reading some of the erotica to the entire class. Spencer had been unable to shut her up, forcing the head of English to intervene. And then Spencer had reprimanded for losing control of her class. Kelly had got detention which she hadn’t turned up to.

You can’t afford to get the same discipline. You know it. Everyone else knows it.

You thank Abigail for the warning and let her go while you consider what to do if Kelly does cause trouble. You haven’t come to any conclusion when you hear the first students arrive. You pick up your rucksack and move into the classroom.

All the Upper Sixth streams had the same homework, but where the ‘A’ and ‘B’ streams were trusted to write their essays without any help, not the ‘C’ Stream. Instead, you have a lesson discussing what they should be writing, and then they’ll adapt their essays for submission by the end of Wednesday.

Kelly, unsurprisingly, is late. Also unsurprisingly, she makes a big fuss of entering. Again she tries to sit in her old seat. Again you have to direct her to the free seat.

“You should have all started your essay by now. I just want to see how it’s going.”

You go through the girls. Some of them have filled notebooks, some have brought laptops with the essay on it. You check to see that each has done something, planning your route through the girls so that Kelly is last.

Kelly’s got her laptop out, which is a start. She doesn’t have her work up, though. What she has instead is porn, a video of pornstars in togas, busy eating each other, fingering each other, fucking, breasts bouncing, pussies leaking, cocks sucked, cunts creamed, assholes penetrated, their moans obscured because Kelly has it on mute. But the moment she knows you’ve seen it the mute comes off.

“Turn that off immediately.”

“Don’t you like it. I think you like it.”

The monster in your trousers is stirring. You can’t let that happen. You put your hand on the laptop and slam it down before its excitement becomes apparent. Not that that helps much. You’re now looking into the beautiful face of Kelly, her green eyes gleaming with mischief, her blond hair framing her oval face. You’re very much aware of her femininity, her breasts pressed against her white blouse, her skirt riding up to reveal her pale thighs. No.

“You think you can show such things in class?”

“But that’s the website you sent me to study,” Kelly claims all innocently. “If you don’t think it’s appropriate you shouldn’t have given it to me.”

“I didn’t give you any websites. This work was set by Miss Wandering.”

“To them, yes. But I’m repeating the year. You sent me the work.”

“No, I didn’t. Your work was sent before I was officially hired. Mrs Oversight sent you the same homework the rest of the class was sent at the end of last year. I’ve sent you nothing.”

Clearly Kelly didn’t know that. She didn’t know how sudden your appointment was.

“You’re trying to disrupt this class, aren’t you Miss Golden. I gather by this display you didn’t do the work. And I assume your plan is to make your arguments based on all these videos you claim were sent to you. Well, I’m not having that. Come with me.” You gesture for her to stand. “Leave your laptop here,” you tell her as she’s about to pick it up.

“I can’t leave it.”

“Yes, you can. It’ll be perfectly safe in the classroom. Come.”

You lead her into your office. From the shelf you pick out the most pertinent textbook. You point to the small chair at your desk. She’s slow to go there, but she does eventually sit. You place the book before her.

“As you’ve clearly not done any reading, you’re going to do it now. Chapters 12 and 13. You will sit in here and read them and at the end of the lesson I will quiz you on them. I’ll keep your laptop until I’m satisfied you’ve read the chapters. Understand.”

“You just want the porn.”

“I assume your laptop’s locked, so I won’t be able to, will I.”

You can see she’s trying to think of a reply, but she doesn’t come up with one before you return to the classroom. You pick up Kelly’s laptop and place it on the front desk. Then you turn back to the other girls. “Now that the disruptions out of the way, let’s get on with the lesson.”

The rest of the lesson goes smoothly. The girls are the least able, but most have genuinely tried. Even those who are just going through the motions have gone through the motions. The bigger problem is their lack of understanding. Some have strange misunderstandings. Some have found conspiracy websites and thought they were genuine. Some have let their imagination wonder. While others have read the bare minimum and not understood it. The lesson, though, feels fruitful. You’ve tackled the worst mistakes the girls have made. You feel confident they can all finish their essay with what you’ve covered. It’s so fruitful you decide to let the girls go a few minutes early.

“I want your finished essays handed in Wednesday end of day at the latest,” you tell the girls as they stream out.

You close the door behind the last one, take a few deep breaths and then head to the office to check on Kelly.