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Schooled Ch 01 The Meeting

Schooled Ch 01 The Meeting

by rimaday
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The following story depicts themes of lesbian submission, reluctance and non-consent. This chapter introduces the characters and sets the stage for future plot twists. As I wrote chapter one, I pictured Oxana pushing the envelope into more dominance and humiliation than some of my other stories. But sometimes these characters take on a life of there own as I write.

If you're looking for a romance story, this series is not for you. Our Dom in this story, will push the object of her attention, to new limits of pleasure and humiliation. The story is purely fictional and all characters are of legal age. Thanks to Kenji Sato for helping to edit this story for grammar.

If you choose to read on please enjoy.

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Mikaela Preston was a thirty-four-year-old divorced mother of two, whose life was going pretty damned well. She was two years past her divorce, and she and her ex, Jack, were in a good place. After the split, he moved into a small house about fifteen minutes away.

They shared custody of their daughter Alexa, eleven, and their son Jason, nine. They were well adjusted, considering the divorce, and were good students at the Christian school where she was Headmaster.

Jack was a good father, but it seemed to Mikaela, suffered from a bad case of the stumbles. He seemed to slip and fall a lot, with his hard-on accidentally ending up inside some poor woman's vagina.

He was a serial philanderer, but always apologized profusely for his "mistakes" afterwards. After the fourth mistake in seven years, Mikaela had had enough. She did appreciate the fact that he admitted his "mistakes", and took responsibility for his actions; at least as far as cooperating fully, regarding the divorce, and doing as much as possible not to disrupt the children's lives.

Because of that, Mikaela was okay with making a unique arrangement with him for custody. Even though they lived near each other, Mikaela suggested they should allow the children to stay planted in Mikaela's house. They alternated two weeks on and two weeks off with the kids, but the parent with the off weeks would stay at Jack's place.

With that arrangement, the adults were the ones having to uproot every two weeks. Even though she felt the responsibility for the divorce lay at the feet of Jack, she felt it best for the kids to swallow her bitterness. In her honest moments, she did find it somewhat of a relief during her off weeks, to have her own space. But by the end of two weeks, she was always anxious to be back with the kids.

They set up clear rules, and Jack did a good job of following them. Neither parent could show up at the other's place without asking first. The "on" parent was free to ask for help, with schedules and getting the kids back and forth to practices, help with homework or school projects. Mikaela was usually the one with schedule problems and Jack was good about stepping up.

Then came the day that changed everything.

Mikaela was meeting with a troubled student and her mother. The student had been suspended from her previous school, for inappropriate contact with the principal of the school.

Principal Clarissa Vanderhoff was a high school friend and Mikaela's one and only lesbian relationship. It was the summer between high school and college. They were nearly inseparable. It burned hot for three months, but quickly fizzled when they went off to college.

Clarissa's parents had spent most of the summer caring for her elderly grandparents in Holland. So she had the house to herself nearly all summer. It truly began that spring when they both faced bad break-ups before prom. Cheating boyfriends, and no dates, they went as friends with a group of three other single ladies and ended up having a really good time.

At the end of the night, a little bit tipsy and lonely, they had a who-needs-men moment, and Mikaela gave Clarissa a kiss that led to heavy petting with a very climactic ending. After that night, they were both in shock and did not speak for a few weeks, until Clarissa got up the nerve to ask Mikaela to come over Memorial Day weekend.

Mikaela soon learned Clarissa had discovered lesbian porn after that night. And that summer, she shared many, many ideas with Mikaela who was a very willing student. It was without question the best summer of her life. It consisted of work, Clarissa's swimming pool and sex. They had a brief hook-up that Christmas, but then things faded.

Both ended up marrying men out of college, led fairly normal lives and, had remarkably similar careers. It was just a little too awkward to rekindle any sort of friendship after that. They did have occasions to cross paths at various school functions over the years. And to Mikaela's knowledge, Clarissa was happily married.

The story fascinated her. Clarissa was clearly the alpha in their relationship and the main instigator of their experimentation, but she was always cautious and used common sense. From what Mikaela had read about the situation, the only reason she was not charged, yet, was because the student, Oxana Boykoff, was of legal age when the relationship started.

Mikaela so wanted to reach out to her, but it was quite a scandal and fear of any association with her outweighed the curiosity to understand how her old friend could let herself be drawn into that situation. It had all blown up so quickly, and it was likely, investigations would continue for some time.

Mikaela's assistant, Taylor, was twenty-two and had graduated from the high school Clarissa was principal at. So, she gently put feelers out to her about it. Her feedback was that Clarissa became obsessed with Oxana and that was the reason the affair was discovered. She heard Clarissa was getting divorced and it was ugly.

She did not want to pester Taylor about it, for fear her past friendship with Principal Vanderhoff would become known. Then, without warning, Mikaela received an email from Oxana's mother, pleading to please let her in for her final semester of high school, so she could graduate with honors and get into a decent college.

The attached letter written by Oxana explained how Principal Vanderhoff took advantage of her position of authority, and manipulated her into a relationship she did not pursue in any way. She begged to please give her the chance she deserved.

She acknowledged that she understood a Christian school would potentially have difficulty accepting a student with such an incident in their past, but there were never any accusations involving any students, and Oxana was the victim. The letter ended with the question-- if not a Christian school, where forgiveness and redemption are the foundation of your beliefs, then where?

Mikaela had spoken to the board, and when they read the letter from Oxana and a copy of her resume, they were amazed. Her grades were excellent, her SAT was 1544 and her extracurriculars, all pointed to a well-rounded, community-minded young lady with a bright future. They agreed almost unanimously to let Mikaela have an interview and come back with a recommendation. The final semester would begin in just over three weeks, and she could test out of the only potential shortage they identified for her to qualify for graduation.

Mikaela was surprised they would consider it because she was highly cynical about this girl. The board members were usually far more judgmental than she was.

Her interview with Oxana and her mother was that morning. It was also the day to hand off the kids to Jack. So she had her bags in the trunk for her two weeks of living solo. She brought the kids to school that day, and Dad would pick them up after school. It was one of those mornings and they were nearly late.

She made it to the school about thirty minutes before the appointment and arrived to chaos. There was a fight of some kind brewing and a crowd watching, there were parents and kids yelling. She'd never quite seen anything like it before. Being mom first, she got Alexa and Jason inside before turning back to be faced with angry parent number one.

Marina Gottlieb, mother of an excellent student, and member of the band, Caleb was the first encounter. Caleb was a sophomore who had previously complained of being bullied, but when Mikaela investigated, it turned out he instigated most of it and when Andrew Peterson reacted, he played the victim.

"I told you this needed to stop, the Peterson boy has been bullying Caleb again and now look."

They stepped outside to the sight of angry parents two and three. Caleb's dad and Hank Peterson's dad were rolling on the ground. Hank had Caleb's dad in a headlock. But Hank was on his back underneath him and Caleb's dad was landing elbows to the ribs and flailing wildly. Hank let go and they rolled away from each other and jumped up. Then they circled like sumo wrestlers, until Mikaela jumped between them.

Unfortunately, she was one second too slow and they lunged toward one another. Hank's elbow clipped her square in the nose as Caleb's dad's shoulder caught her in the hip and she went sprawling back onto the ground and into the wet grass in her new suit jacket.

For a moment, she snapped and tried to get up and punch Hank Peterson square in the nose but slipped and rolled awkwardly in the wet grass. Before she could recover, the safety officer arrived and he gripped Hank around the abdomen, yanked him off of Caleb's dad and did some kind of wrestling move, slamming his shoulders to the ground,then, spun up on top of him and cuffed him.

At the same time, Coach Sanchez, had Caleb's Dad in a full nelson and held him until Officer Grey zip-tied his hands behind his back.

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Caleb Gottlieb and Andrew Peterson were embarrassed and humiliated at the mess they had created, and the spectacle their parents had put on for all to see.

As Mikaela collected herself, she had a giant mud stain on her right leg from her slip and her pantyhose were plastered to her leg. Her suit had mud stains on the right elbow and wet, recently mowed grass clippings plastered to it. As she was taking inventory of the damage, the police arrived with lights and sirens.

Ms. Gottlieb's angry indignation had turned to shock and shame; while her husband and Hank Peterson were being escorted to the cruisers for questioning.

Assistant Headmaster, Beeja Sharma asked what she could do, and Mikaela asked her to round up the two boys and have them wait outside her office and then to get everyone moving to class as soon as possible.

The next hour was talking to the police and the parents, getting stories and deciding whether or not to press assault charges. She was angry, and she knew the players involved. The Petersons were on the council at the church and major contributors to the church and school. The Gottliebs were new and upcoming members, and even larger contributors to the school.

She also knew the situation with the boys was not quite what the parents believed. To quell the righteous indignation of the families, she needed to keep her leverage. So the police agreed to take them in, print and photo them, but she would have the ability to drop all charges later.

She purposely did not quickly go to clean up, so the pastor and any church and school council member that showed up could have the visual. Her assistant, Taylor, had asked to help her clean up, but she put her off.

"You're bleeding," she said, pointing at her nose. There was a little stream of blood above her lip. She had tasted it, but left it there for effect.

"It's okay, just make sure everyone's inside and come back," she had told her.

When the police left, Taylor returned, and asked to help again.

"One moment, please," replied Mikaela.

She walked over to Marina Gottlieb and confronted her.

"Mrs. Gottlieb, I am going to go clean the blood off my face and deal with the boys. If you would like to discuss the situation further, Taylor, here, can set up an appointment to talk.

She stared at her, waiting for a response. The red face and deer-in-the-headlight eyes said it. "That won't be necessary right now."

"Good, I will let you know what my decision on dealing with the boys is by the end of the day. In the meantime, you may want to go deal with your husband's bail."

Taylor fought back a smile and Mrs. Gottlieb, opened her mouth, closed it, and then spoke. "I'm so sorry, Headmaster, things just got out of hand..."

"Boy, did they. Good day, Mrs. Gottlieb." She turned to Taylor. "Will you help me get cleaned up now, please?"

"Yes, Ms. Preston, let's get the blood off your face," said Taylor, loud enough for Mrs. Gottlieb to hear.

As they got close to the ladies' room, the pastor stopped Mikaela. "Are you okay, Mikaela? I'm so sorry this happened."

"I'll be fine, Pastor Steven, just had my feathers ruffled a little." She brushed her hands down the front of her blazer.

"Oh, goodness you're bleeding, we should get to an urgent care to be checked out."

"I'm fine, please. I just need to get cleaned up and back to work."

"It's procedure. You wouldn't let a teacher go back to class after something like this," he said, in his fatherly voice.

"You're right, Pastor Steven, let me get cleaned up and I can run down the street to the urgent care. Agreed?"

"Thank you. Whatever you decide to do, I will back you with the council. Do you plan to press charges?" he asked, with a tone that made it clear he hoped not.

"I don't intend to, but both boys will be suspended and have to write letters of apology to their classmates, attend additional Christian education classes one evening a month and their parents are banned from school property for life."

"Life might be a little over the top. For the rest of the school year?"

"Okay," she smiled. "The rest of the year."

In the restroom, she kicked off her shoes and handed them to Taylor, who washed the mud off and set them on the counter as Mikaela took off the blazer. Her blouse fared surprisingly well. Taylor took the jacket and laid it next to the shoes. Her skirt had a bit of mud near the hem, but her pantyhose were caked on the side of her calf.

She hiked her skirt and noticed Taylor blushing a little.

"Sorry, I can go into the stall if..."

"No, it's fine, nothing I haven't seen before."

Mikaela wiggled her hips to get her thumbs beneath the skirt and get to the waistband of the pantyhose. She struggled and joked. "Glad I didn't wear Spanx; this would really be tough."

"I don't think you need Spanx. I can tell you are a runner." Taylor noticed her pink panties beneath the hose.

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Mikaela blushed a little, as she wiggled them down, proud that her biking had paid off.

As she got to her calves, the hose stuck to her leg, with the crusted mud. "Ooh," she cringed, as they peeled off dumping clumps of dried mud on the floor.

Mikaela wet a paper towel and dabbed at her skirt, exposing the muddy leg. So, Taylor wet some paper towels and knelt down to clean her leg. Her left hand gripped Mikaela on the inside of her knee, as she wiped the mud off the outside of her leg.

When she felt her soft, warm hand brush her inner thigh, Mikaela gasped a little.

"Is this... okay?" asked Taylor, sweetly.

"It's fine, thank you, Taylor, I'm sorry you have to deal with this." Mikaela wanted a distraction from the tingling she felt between her legs. She hadn't been touched by a woman in... sixteen years. The effect was embarrassing.

Taylor was petite, blonde, pretty and, married to her high school sweetheart. They married two years ago at the age of twenty. She was a good worker and content with her job. Mikaela never had thoughts about her, until that moment. But after reliving her time with Clarissa the night before, and the adrenalin rush of the morning, her mind was revved up with all kinds of thoughts.

Suddenly, her pussy heated as an image flashed in her mind of her turning toward Taylor and raising her skirt. It ran like a porn video in her head, as Taylor's hands slowly moved up her inner thighs and curved around, between her legs and up to her ass. Taylor's hands gripped her ass as her elbows pushed Mikaela's knees apart, exposing her pussy for Taylor's watering mouth.

Mikaela's eyes closed and she exhaled heavily.

"Are you okay, Ms. Preston," asked Taylor, softly, and unless Mikaela's mind was playing tricks, seductively. What she didn't know was Taylor felt that same tingle for Mikaela and had from the beginning.

Mikaela snapped out of it and looked down to see Taylor's puppy dog eyes. She calmly thanked Taylor and stepped to the side, as thoughts of Principal Vanderhoff being fired in disgrace took over.

"Oh sh-- dear," said Mikaela, as she remembered her appointment. "The Boykoffs."

"I left them to wait in your office, the boys are waiting outside your office," said Taylor, trying to calm her. "I told them you would be with them as soon as possible. They were aware of the police situation and were very understanding."

"Thanks, Taylor, we'd better go talk to them. We're gonna have to reschedule."

Taylor held the wet paper towel to Mikaela's face. "Can I get the blood?"

"Okay," replied Mikaela, looking down at her. She'd almost forgotten how short she was. Taylor was only five-foot-two-inches tall, and Mikaela was five-eight.

Taylor gently tapped. "Yell if it hurts, Ms. Preston."

She almost replied, 'Call me Mikaela,' but thought better of it. She would not ever be Principal Vanderhoff and needed to break any train of thought that could lead to anything inappropriate.

"I'm fine, thank you."

Taylor finished and Mikaela straightened her blouse, then spun. "Look okay?"

"Yes, Ms. Preston. Oh wait, you have some grass back here," Taylor said, brushing her ass.

Mikaela held still, willing the tingling between her legs to stop. "Good?" she asked, impatiently.

"Almost," said Taylor, slapping her ass harder. "There, got it."

Walking back to the office, Mikaela remembered that she had to get hold of the police and drop any charges.

"Taylor, can you please call Officer Meyers, and tell them I have decided not to press any charges."

"I'll try, but they will probably need to hear it from you directly. I'll let you know."

"Thanks, Taylor."

She entered the office area, and looked at the two boys sitting outside her office with Beeja Sharma, keeping vigil over them. They were praying.

"I'll deal with you in a moment, gentlemen," she said, sternly. "I have people waiting that did not deserve this delay."

She opened the door, "I am so sorry, it has been..." She was surprised to see just one person. The woman looked too old to be Oxana, but too young to be her mother, so she froze for a second, confused.

Her guest stood up to face her as she spoke. "Hello Headmaster Preston, I'm Oxana Boykoff, my mother waited as long as she could, but she had to go to work. I appreciate the opportunity..."

"I am so sorry this happened. You can imagine this is a one-in-a-million morning. We can reschedule when it works for your mom's schedule. But right now, I have to deal with the situation. Can you get with Taylor and schedule something?"

As she spoke, she felt like she was rambling. Oxana had her hair up and horn-rimmed, dark glasses that made her look thirty. But Mikaela knew she was only nineteen, which was old for a senior. She wore a black dress, semi-sleeveless with a V-cut in front that revealed her ample cleavage. It was form fitting, but not too tight.

Oxana stood patiently with her hand out to shake, and did not move it as Mikaela spoke to her. Her eyes were brown and intense, eyebrows dark but neatly groomed. Her skin was like olive-tinted porcelain. Her hair was black yet shimmering in a ponytail bun with the exception of one pencil-thin lock that dangled over the side of those horn-rimmed glasses.

Mikaela tried not to stare, but this was the young lady that caused her old girlfriend to ruin her career and her eyes were trying to take her in without making it obvious. But, the morning, the encounter with Taylor and now Oxana, in the tastefully sexy dress that would push the absolute limit of acceptability for her uniform skirt length.

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