"Emma, please go and visit the Headmasters study immediately!" barked Mrs. Rodgers, Emma's English teacher.
"Yes Mrs. Rodgers." replied Emma.
Emma stands up from behind her desk. Emma Beresford is 18 years old, in her final year at South Downs High School She's known as a good student but has a wild way with some of the boys. Her reputation is that Emma teaches the boys how to lick pussy and she uses her own for demonstration purposes.
A good looking girl. Auburn hair worn to her shoulders, a pale complexion which she needs to keep out of the sun. Size 36C breasts adorned by pretty pink nipples. 5' 8" tall. Unknown to Mrs. Rodgers, Emma has been shaving her pussy since her first pubic hairs started sprouting. She is very smooth and likes the feel against her navy blue regulation school cotton knickers. Her gymslip suits her, coming to her mid thigh. As its summer, school rules allow bare legs. She walks elegantly across the room, back held ramrod straight like a soldier.
Emma rushes out of the classroom. Not that anybody would have known but her mind was in turmoil.
"What have I done now?" she thought to herself.
"I know I sucked James Wills' pitiful little dick last week, but it can't be that, and I let John Carstairs lick my smooth pussy." She gave a slight gasp at that thought. John has a mighty long tongue that hit just the right places.
Emma rushes to the headmasters study, a long way at the end of the school building and known to be soundproof. Mr Fox the headmaster was known to give sound thrashings to miscreant students, male or female and it was rumored he'd even had sex with one or two.
Emma arrives at the oak door at the entrance to Mr Fox's study. An intimidating sight, which has made some students quiver and brought them to tears at the very sight of it.
Emma taps lightly at the door and waits.
"Come in."
She opens the door and steps through.
Mr Fox must be at least 80, Emma thinks. In fact he's 56 but Emma thinks everybody is old if they're over 30.
Mr Fox is sat in a large leather chair, behind an imposing desk. He's writing in a large A4 book. As she walks to the desk she sees her name written there. He shuts it, puts his ink pen to the side and Emma sees with a gulp, and a reddening of her cheeks that the books title is punishment book.
Oh no! thinks Emma.
"Do you know why you are here Miss Beresford?"
"NNNo sir!"
She stands tall, but now starts to hop from one foot to the next. Nervous situations like this make her desperate to wee.
