School Slut

Four weeks into a new semester, a young, 18 year old student by the name of Peter Jones, was sat waiting outside the headmistress' office. He was five feet nine inches tall, broad shouldered and had nicely toned body. The boy was clean shaven, with light brown hair and dazzling blue eyes.

Peter was an all around great student, always maintaining high grades across all his classes, never being late in the 6 years he has been at the school and has never had a detention. All this combined, left Pete deep in thought about what he could have done for the headmistress to want to see him.

After what felt like an eternity, the mahogany door finally opened And a tall woman with silver hair stood in the door way. She was actually the same height as Peter, but with her heels on she seemed huge. At 52, Mrs Cheyl Evans was no spring chicken, but she did look great for her age. Almost no wrinkle in sight on the woman's face and while her breasts had sagged a little, they remained rather firm.

Mrs Evans was of course dessed professionally, wearing a light grey blazer, with matching pencil skirt and a frilly white blouse, with tan stockings.

"Mr Jones, please enter." Mrs Evans.

Peter did as he was asked, while taking in the spacious room, with a huge window behind the desk.

"Do you know why you're in my office this morning?" Mrs Evans asked once they were both seated facing each other.

"I don't." Peter replied.

"Nothing comes to mind?" Cheryl inquired, keeping a rather calm demeanor.

Peter shook his head in response.

"Mr Jones, you should know by now it's a rule that every student has log off and close down the computer terminals when they've finished for the day.

Peter was relieved that was all it was nodded and offered his apologies and told the librarian that he would make sure to do that in future.

"Well, Peter, that's not all. If it had only been that, you would not be in my office for a minor infraction. Not only did you forget to log off, but you also hadn't cleared your browsing history yestday afternoon."

Pete was now in a state of panic trying to remember what he'd been looking at on that day.

"Let me jog your memory," Mrs Evans offered, pulling the printed screen shots out of her drawer and spreading them before the nervous young man.

"I er I..I can explain," he stammered, realising what a grave mistake he had made

"These printouts are pretty self-explanatory, Peter!" Mrs Evans retorted. "You were using school computers to look at pornography. Older women dominating barely legal boys, judging by the large stack of printouts. A filthy pervert like you should absolutely be expelled." She went on to explain.

"Please don't expel me." Peter cried out.