I walked into the administration office from the outer office. This was the no man's land of the high school that students hoped they never visited. You were only here if you were in trouble. Or if you were one of the goody goodies who worked in the office as part of the practical career elective, one period each school day. These brownnosers must have figured this was a good way to ingratiate himself or herself with the guidance counselor. In this case, it was Mary Stuart, one of the junior varsity cheerleaders. She was nice to look at in her teenage version of a businesswoman's power suit but I still wasn't happy to be here.
I handed Mary my office summons slip which she read over quickly. I had been sent to the office for cutting class yesterday, Tuesday, something I did on occasion but not this time. This time it was a mistake. When I cut, I'm smart enough to figure out a way to get away with it. This was simply a mix-up. A substitute teacher in my English class, not familiar with the students had reported me as absent when I wasn't. And so I ended up here. Mary looked up and smiled at me. "Just take a seat until I call your name." she said and went back to her paperwork as I sat in the row of seats provided for students called to the office. I was the only one there. It must have been a slow day for troublemakers I figured. Ah well, this got me out of my boring history class legitimately and once I got called into vice principal Horton, I would easily explain the mix-up and get back to class, hopefully just in time for the bell to ring so that I could go to my lunch period.
I twiddled my thumbs patiently while I tried to sneak peaks at Mary's black bra which peaked through her coat and blouse occasionally as she went about her office tasks. She really was hot, a daughter of immigrant Armenian parents with jet-black hair and very nice long legs which I unfortunately couldn't see. Me, I figured I was an above average looking sophomore (no one ever thinks they're average looking do they?) who was unfortunately very shy such that all my sexual exploits to date were solitary and secretive.
Mary glanced up at me, catching me in my perv viewing. She smiled subtly to herself as though she knew something I didn't and bent down to her work. Screw it I thought. Nothing wrong with looking whether I was busted or not. Why dress like that if she didn't want me to look?
At that moment her intercom buzzer buzzed and she picked up the phone and spoke in whispers that I couldn't hear. She replaced the receiver and looked up at me.
"You can go in now. Miss Magill is ready for you."
"Miss Magill? Where's Mr. Horton?"
"He's out of the office today so Miss Magill is taking his students." Mary explained.
I didn't care one way or the other except that I had thought after explaining the mix-up to Mr. Horton, I could shoot the breeze about last night's ballgame to avoid going back to history class. Looks like I wouldn't be avoiding the history of the Louisiana Purchase after all.
"Whatever." I sighed.
"You don't want to keep Miss Magill waiting." Mary advised.
"Fine, fine". I got up to face the music, taking once last glance at Mary as I passed her and knocked at Miss Magill's door. "Come" she barked through the wooden door. I opened it and went inside, closing the heavy door behind me.
Miss Magill was a reasonably attractive woman in her late forties, early fifties I would guess. She wasn't the sexpot that Mary the cheerleader was but there was something about her. She was tall with dark brown hair and like Mary was dressed in a woman's business suit but Miss Magill wore shear stockings as well. Miss Magill's suit didn't fit quite as well as Mary's had as she had a little bit of the middle age spread that happens to women as they get older. On her though, it looked good. It wasn't too much, just a little 'cushion for the push-in' as they say. Her legs were strong not slender like Mary's but she did have a much more ample chest than Mary (who was no slouch herself). Miss Magill's breasts strained against her blouse and pushed her coat out so that it wouldn't drape properly. Her breasts were just too much and the coat spread out, laying either side of her tremendous juggs. Unlike Mary's black bra, Miss Magill had a demure, but massive, white bra that shown through the thin fabric of her white blouse.
Miss Magill looked me over. "Well? Don't just stand there, give me your office slip."
Thrown out of my once over of Miss Magill's body, I walked to her desk a little nervously and gave her the paperwork. I stepped back as she cut immediately to the chase.
"You're here because you cut class. I don't know why you did and I don't care. It's a mistake I don't want you to make again. I know from your record that you've never been sent to the office before which of course doesn't mean anything. It just means you weren't caught before."
My mouth dropped open in surprise and I attempted to explain myself. "You're right ma'am that there's been a mistake but it's not mine. I..."
She cut me off. "Aren't you listening to me? I said I don't care what your excuse is. You're a teenager. Teenagers get into trouble. It's part of being a teenager. I was one once too, obviously. You think all adults are clueless and that you know more than them.
Well, you don't. You don't know more than me, I can tell you that."
" I'm not saying that I know more than you ma'am, I'm simply..."
"You're not listening, once again, that's what you're doing. You're here because you skipped class. The punishment for the first three cutting class offences is 'pops' or 'licks', pick any word you like. What it means is you are going to stop talking and take your medicine and get spanked."
"But Mr. Horton isn't hear today."
