This is another very old story, probably from the early 00s.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18.
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Mr Shaw twirled his pen through his fingers impatiently. Why did he ever become a teacher? Drugs were becoming such a problem these days and as ever the responsibility for protecting the children fell on him. And as if that wasn't bad enough, now he had the job of checking up on one of his favourite students...
It all came about because of an initiative he had introduced whereby students could effectively 'inform' on fellow students they suspected of possessing drugs. He never thought that girls like Cheryl would end up in his office and he had started to suspect that she was the victim of another girl who was envious of her beauty... but still, he had put the scheme in place so he had to follow through with the process.
Cheryl stood the other side of the desk and Mr Shaw looked up at her. She was a very pretty girl, but rather unusually innocent for her age. He looked at her and considered her naivety for a moment, she was just 18 but he was 100% sure she was still a virgin. Not that the boys in the school wouldn't want her - it was just that he 'knew' she wouldn't put-out.
He felt his cock stir as he looked up her body. She was very nicely proportioned with larger than average breasts, which filled her white school blouse very nicely indeed. Her top two buttons were undone, providing an inviting glimpse of the flesh below her neck. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to provide his steadily hardening cock some room inside his trousers.
She wore the standard uniform for the school, white blouse, dark grey blazer, lighter grey skirt and white socks. Where many other schools had now allowed the children to wear jeans and T-shirts, Mr Shaw's school had always maintained higher standards. Most of the children hated it, but the school simply wouldn't tolerate anything else. Cheryl's long dark hair obscured some of her curvy breasts as it fell to nearly her waist, but enough was visible to excite Mr Shaw.
"Sit down Cheryl."
"Thank you Sir."
Cheryl sat down and dropped her bag onto the floor beside her chair. A book fell out of the top of the canvas sack, which was only secured by one loose strap.
"Now, do you know why I've asked to see you?"
"No Sir."
"Well, as you should know, my drug initiative has been running for a few weeks now and it seems that someone has suggested that you may be meddling with drugs."
"What... but I never did anything. I've never even drunk alcohol Sir!"
Cheryl started to whimper and tears began to form at the corners of her eyes.
"Shhh, don't worry Cheryl. I know you are a good girl. Your grades are excellent and I'm sure it's just some other student being difficult. But I have to follow it up you see, because if you were to end up in hospital, or worse, next week then people would say they told me and I did nothing about it - you can understand my dilemma can't you dear?"
"I suppose so..." sniffed the girl.
"Good girl. Now I'm afraid that the nurse has called in sick today so I'll have to search you myself if that's okay with you?"
Cheryl looked a little nervous, but Mr Shaw reassured her it would be okay.
"The thing is Cheryl, if you don't agree then I'm going to have to call the police to investigate, because obviously if I were to let you go now then you could dump whatever you might be carrying... not that you are carrying anything I'm sure, but... the best thing really is for me to search you and then we can clear up this whole mess and forget all about it, don't you agree?"
Cheryl hesitated for a moment but the last thing she wanted was the police coming to search her. After a few moments hesitation she agreed.
"Good girl, so if you can just sign this piece of paper to say that you agreed to being searched then we can get it over with, okay?"
Cheryl was trembling slightly as she picked up the pen but she managed to sign her name at the bottom of the piece of printed A4.
"Very good dear. Now if you can just pass me your bag to start with."
Cheryl reached down and lifted her bag. The book remained on the floor and Cheryl bent down and reached for that also. She handed the bag and the book to Mr Shaw who took them and placed them on the desk in front of him.
"And your jacket please Cheryl."
As Mr Shaw began sifting through the contents of her bag, Cheryl slipped her blazer off her shoulders and down her back. Mr Shaw couldn't help but glance up at this moment to see the girl's breasts pushing forward against the thin white cotton of her blouse. Once again his cock bulged between his thighs and his mind started to wander, his imagination running away with him as he started visualizing his thick cock between the young girl's gorgeous, full breasts as he came ever closer to orgasm.
Cheryl looked away, slightly embarrassed at the thought of her Headmaster looking through her things. Mr Shaw thought her reaction was more to do with his wandering eyes and quickly returned his attention to the task at hand. He pulled an assortment of items from the bag, inspecting them carefully before placing them on the desk. When he reached the bottom of the bag Mr Shaw finally found what he had been looking for, a small plastic Tic-Tac box containing two dark brown resin balls.
Mr Shaw held the offending item up so that Cheryl could see it.
"Well, it seems my trust in you was perhaps misplaced..."
Cheryl's head flicked back towards him and a look of fear descended on her face.
"What... is it?" Asked the girl.
Mr Shaw leant back in his chair.
"What is it?" He repeated in a mocking tone of voice.
"You know perfectly well what it is, it's pot."
"But, I never..."
Mr Shaw looked at her differently now.
"You can play the innocent all you like Cheryl, but it's not going to wash with me... or the police for that matter. This was in your bag, you saw me pull it out, there's no dispute. You are in BIG trouble my girl.
"But, I didn't know it was in there!"
"Oh really, that's original. Do you honestly think nobody's ever said that before?"
Cheryl didn't know what to say anymore and was suddenly conscious of Mr Shaw getting out of his chair. He grabbed the girl's jacket from the desk and started to search the pockets, ripping the seam of one in his haste. Cheryl was scared now as her jacket was ruined and she sank deeper into the soft padded chair, tears filling her eyes.
"Stand up!" Barked the headmaster.
Cheryl was frozen in the chair.
"STAND UP!" Mr Shaw bellowed.
Cheryl slowly felt herself standing and then felt Mr Shaw grabbing her arm.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to search you properly."
"But..."
"Never mind 'but'... kindly remove your blouse and skirt."
Cheryl tried to plead with Mr Shaw, but it was no good and eventually Cheryl reluctantly began to remove her clothes. Mr Shaw watched as the girl first slipped off her white blouse, revealing her tasty but still covered breasts and then her skirt to reveal her white cotton panties. Mr Shaw suddenly felt extremely conscious of his cock throbbing against his trousers and moved slightly behind the girl to hide his arousal.
"Pass them to me."
