The hottest day of the year so far, and I was sitting in a classroom with massive south facing windows with a view of the school playing field. There appeared to be some girls sweating while running around playing rounders in this heat. I should not be looking out there as I had volunteered to be an invigilator for A level exams at a private girls school.
The sun was blazing in, windows that could be opened were opened. The room was still hot, so I had removed my jacket and tie. "I don't know the school dress code for exams but you may remove your ties and make yourselves as comfortable as you can in this heat. The exam starts in ten minutes. After that you may not come back if you leave the room."
Several girls ran out. I assume to remove something.
You would expect this to be the dream job although the pay was nothing to write home about. I thought that having a job where I had to sit looking at 18 year old girls would be superb. No! Bored, bored, bored. This, thank God, was my fifth and last session.
I am a retired teacher, retiring early when I inherited some money and a large house. I am in my forties, divorced and I did not work at this school. I have a low boredom threshold, doing nothing for three hours at a time drives me mad, I will not wait in a queue for more than a few minutes. You cannot read or do anything useful, just watch and try not to fall asleep especially on the warmest day of the year.
There were an even dozen girls, three rows of four spaced apart to stop copying. To stay awake I assessed each girl, and made notes using a chess like notation, the one at the back row on the left was one across - one down, next to her was two across - one down etc. The girls were in school uniform which was nowhere near as erotic as seen on the internet although the skirts were a pink and grey plaid.
The girls on the front row's (3 down) legs were more visible under the desks giving me an unobstructed view. Unfortunately these well bred girls kept their knees together in the main. My assessment of the girls in general, if offered, I would have had any one of them, at my age an eighteen year old is a dream.
One across - two down; had the largest bust straining the buttons on her blouse and wearing a pale blue bra. Most of them removed their ties and unfastened the top buttons of the blouse. She was no exception. She appeared to be struggling with the exam, sucking her pen and staring into space through the curtain of brown hair. The flashing fantasy of replacing the pen with my cock and following that sliding it between those abundant tits. Hell, stop it, I had to concentrate on watching these girls.
Two across - three down; was a tall quite skinny girl with the longest legs who seemed to be struggling with the heat more than the others. Her skirt kept riding up and her legs were not always together and I could see she was wearing white knickers. Pathetic really getting your kicks from looking at knickers, ordinary school knickers at that, plain and unappealing.
Three across - two down; a very attractive natural blond, the pick of the bunch. Nice figure and a pleasant attractive face, what I could see of it because she had her head down and did not seem to stop writing. Her long blond hair obscured most of her face. I would have chanced my luck if I was twenty five years younger. To be honest I wouldn't, at twenty I would have been too scared of rejection.
Four across - one down: ginger haired and ruddy faced, she kept putting her pen down and staring at the ceiling to the extent I looked up to ensure there was nothing written there. Perhaps she was hoping for divine intervention.
Four across - two down; An attractive jet black haired girl I did not know what she was doing until I saw that she was taking something from her bra, it looked like a small piece of paper. She read it and put it back in her bra. Shit what do I do? We were near the end of the exam so I waited. I checked my list, Michelle Jay was her name.
"Time is up, put your pens down, make sure your name is on the top of the answer book and then bring them to the front."
Each girl filed down and handed their paper to me and I put them in a pile on the desk.
"Miss Jay, could you wait a minute please?" My heart was pounding, ideas were rushing through my brain. Christ, the look on her face, she was devastated and nothing was said yet.
Miss Jay went white, noticeable with her tanned skin. The other girls filed out, I closed the door.
"Give me the paper you put in your bra,"
"I...I....I...." she stuttered.
"If you do not I will have to get a female member of staff to search you."
"I'm sorry" she said and started crying, she fished in her bra and gave me a rather damp piece of paper.
"You realise that you will automatically fail this exam and you will fail all the A levels you have taken as they will assume you cheated in all of them," I lied. I felt so guilty saying this and piling on the agony.
She started crying more and I gave her time to think about the consequences of her actions, what her parents will say and her friends who will all go off to university while she repeated her A level year.
"There could be a solution."
Hope sprung into her eyes, "How?"
"You obviously need to be punished, so we could come to an arrangement, I will put your answer book on the top of the pile, they do not go off until the morning. If you will accept the punishment from me this evening I will leave it and it will go off as if nothing has happened. If you do not accept my punishment I shall come in and mark it as you have cheated. It is up to you."
She was deep in thought although the cheating option was catastrophic she had no idea what my punishment would be.
"You must come to my house at seven o'clock and you can be out by eight, arrange to meet someone so you know you will be safe, make sure you bring your phone."
"Alright" she said not very convincingly.
"If you do not turn up your paper will go in with a cheat mark on it". I wrote my address on a piece of paper and gave it to her. I would understand if she did not come, I could be a rapist or murderer. God she looked so dejected and vulnerable.
She dried her eyes and left.
I should perhaps be honest, I have no access to the exam answer books so they will go off whatever happens, I don't know if cheating in one exam affects any others. I have never physically punished anyone in my life. I could not have accused her of cheating, whatever she was doing it was in the last few minutes and could not make a lot of difference. She looked so dejected and crestfallen. I doubted that she would turn up. If she didn't turn up I would find her and tell her that she was not registered as a cheat. I could not have her suffering all summer.
Michelle
Why hadn't I revised more? I had all the formulae I may need written on a small piece of paper tucked in my bra. I have this mental block for formulae, it's really stupid I am perhaps dislexic in this respect.
The guy watching us although he looked half asleep was wearing sunglasses so you couldn't see where he was looking. I had one more question which included binomial series. The formula was in my bra. The heat had all of us sweating and wriggling around so unexpected movements would not be out of place.
I was sitting next to Emma, my best friend and she had not lifted her head from the task. She was bound to get an A star, that's what I want too.
I decided to chance it, wiping my face with a handkerchief and then my neck and top of my chest sneakily putting my fingers inside my bra and retrieving the paper. I used the formula to complete the question, I think that Emma may have seen what I was doing. I slipped the paper back into my bra safely. I think I have got away with it, my last exam, time to celebrate tonight.
The guy called time, so we filed down carrying our answer books and put them on a pile and began to file out. I had just reached the door.
"Miss Jay, could you wait a minute please." Shit, should I run, perhaps it has nothing to do with cheating, he would have said something at the time if it was, surely I was alright. It's amazing how fast you can think. I felt the blood drain from my face and my hands began to shake.
Everyone else had left and he closed the door, he asked me for the piece of paper in my bra, threatening to get a female member of staff to search so I gave it to him. My heart raced.
"I'm sorry." I said and started crying. To be honest my bowels and bladder were having trouble holding everything in. My life was in pieces. All this work for two years is gone in an instant.
He told me that all my exams would be marked as failed. What a way to fail. Everyone would know why I failed. God, what would my parents say? My friends would go off to Uni and I would be left here. I started crying again, bawling, tears and snot running down my face.
"There may be a solution."
Had I heard that correctly? I took my handkerchief out, blew my nose and looked at him hopefully.
"How?" hope springs eternal, I read that somewhere.
He explained that if I accepted punishment from him he would put my paper through with the others. What punishment? Is he a pervert? Can I trust him? What alternative did I have?
"Okay." I said, what were my choices? Hell, I would do anything. He looked like a reasonable bloke and he had given me a chance to be sure I would be out after an hour.
I took his address which was not far away and left the room. Emma was waiting for me. "What did he want?" she asked.
"Nothing, I had not put my name on the answer book." I replied.
We arranged to meet before going to the pub for our end of exam's party.
I went home and behaved as normally as I could, had a shower and wondered what to wear. I was not going to go for my 'punishment' in the sexy stuff I intended to wear on the night out, I decided to wear my school uniform with a cover all bra and school knickers. I would dash home and change after my 'punishment'. I had no alternative, I had to go, my life would be in ruins.
FIT THE CRIME
Sir
I was really nervous as seven o'clock approached, I had decided to spank her over my knee with my hand. A nice way of feeling her arse without overdoing the 'punishment'.
At spot on seven the bell rang. I answered the door and there stood Michelle still in her school uniform. She had put on some makeup and looked very young, her hair was short - Pixie cut?
"Come in," I said in a stern voice. She entered with her head down looking very sheepish. We went into the lounge where I had set out an armless dining room chair which I sat on and I gestured to her to come over. She looked undecided but slowly walked towards me and I directed her over my knee. She bent down putting her hands on the floor, her boobs were on the left of my thigh and her legs on the right.
