It was a warm, spring evening as Shona crossed the immaculately manicured gardens that separated her school, St. Mary's from the neighbouring boy's school, St. Mark's. A group of boys lounged on one of the benches next to the ornamental fountain that was the garden's centrepiece. "Hey Shona! You lookin' for some fun?" called one of the boys, gesturing obscenely in her direction.
"Think y' can take us all?" called another.
Shona smiled to herself as she walked by, ignoring those and a host of other suggestive comments that the boys threw in the direction of her retreating back. Some girls would have been offended by the boys' crude remarks but Shona didn't care. She was proud of her reputation. She'd worked hard to get it and had achieved immense satisfaction into the bargain.
Presently, Shona passed the last of the school buildings and made her way down the hill towards the river. Her destination, nestled in the shade of four ancient oaks, just around the next bend of the river's slowly meandering path was the old boat house.
The brooding, Victorian structure was deserted at this time of year. Shona walked quickly past and made her way along the stone pier. Reaching the end she quickly kicked off her shoes. Reaching up under her skirt, she pulled off her tights and stuffed them into the pocket of her blazer. She sat down, dipping her feet into the cold, quickly flowing water of the river. Leaning back against one of the mooring rods, Shona removed her tie and undid the top two buttons of her blouse. The tie joined her tights in her pocket and Shona let out a deep sigh of relaxation.
Shona dug her cigarettes out of her other pocket. Extracting one from the packet, she placed it between her lips as she fished about for her lighter. Finding it in the inside pocket of her blazer, she raised the flame to the end of her cigarette and inhaled drawing the smoke deep into her lungs. Exhaling as she returned the lighter to her pocket, Shona watched as a pair of swans glided regally past the end of the pier.
Shona puffed contentedly on her cigarette, drinking in the splendid solitude of her location. This had always been one of her favourite spots on the school grounds and she had spent many peaceful hours sitting here, smoking and relaxing from the strains of academic life.
Shona's reverie was interrupted with an abrupt cough. Turning in the direction of the sound she was suddenly alarmed to see Mr. Baxter, the assistant groundsman, staring intently at her. Shona cursed herself for not hearing his approach. She still held the smouldering stub of her cigarette between her fingers and she knew she was in trouble.
"So, Miss Fraser, would you like to explain yourself?" enquired Mr. Baxter.
Shona shrugged, there was very little she could say. "I was having a smoke," she said taking a final draw on her cigarette then flicking the butt out into the middle of the river.
"So I saw," was the stern reply. "I don't suppose I need to tell you what the punishment for being caught smoking on school grounds is, do I?"
Mutely, Shona shook her head.
"No, I didn't think so." They stood for a moment, staring at each other in silence. "There again," he added, quite obviously eying Shona up, "maybe we could come to some arrangement. I mean, it'd be a shame to be expelled for something so minor, wouldn't it?"
"I don't know what you mean," replied Shona, hotly.
"Oh come now Miss Fraser, you know exactly what I mean," he said. "I understand that the term 'head' girl has more than one meaning when applied to you. So why don't we start with you unbuttoning your blouse?"
Shona stood, transfixed as she watched Mr. Baxter begin to unzip his trousers, "I..., I...," she stammered.
"Don't play innocent with me you little Irish whore," he snapped, "I know all about you and that little blonde slut of a friend of yours."
Shona sighed. She slipped off her blazer and began to unbutton her blouse as Mr. Baxter pulled out his cock and began to stroke it. "Do want me to take it off?" she asked as she undid the last button.
"Nah," he replied, "keep it on. Don't want you getting cold but lose the bra."
Shona reached behind her to undo the hook then, putting her hand up inside her short sleeve, she pulled, first one, then the other strap down over her arms. Finally, she deftly pulled her bra through her sleeve and tossed it defiantly to the ground. Putting her hands on her hips she cocked her head coyly to one side and looked at her tormentor.