Lisa Kwo stood outside Miss Baker's office feeling nervous. The note passed to her in the school canteen had been short and sharp.
"Come to my office immediately. This is not good enough. CB."
The Japanese schoolgirl was beginning to feel that bolting her sandwich had not been a good idea. She put her school bag down on the floor, lifted up her short navy-blue dress and tugged her thick black stockings up over her knees. Momentarily she thought what Helene would do in this situation. She laughed to herself: as much as she had enjoyed learning about her sexuality with Miss Baker, her school studies were too important. Whatever this was about, it would need to be rectified.
"Come."
The voice barked from behind the thick oak door. Lisa crossed herself instinctively, muttered something under her breath and pushed the door open.
Miss Baker was sitting behind an empty desk, leafing through a file.
"Don't sit down, Kwo."
Miss Baker didn't lift her eyes from the file. Lisa stood, trying to control the urge not to get upset. Outside, the noises of girls playing in the grounds filtered through the window, mixed with the drone of a nearby lawnmower. The sun poured in through the open window, lighting up the comfortable chair next to the teacher's fireplace.
Miss Baker turned a page.
"Science is excellent, as always. Maths ditto. Humanities are acceptable. English though."
She tapped her red fingernails on the wood desk.
"Sixty-eight per cent."
She looked up at the Japanese teen, trying to observe any reaction in those warm brown eyes.
"One more point and I might have let you off..."
She sighed.
"It's a joke, Lisa, try not to cry. I had thought about getting Mr Byrne in here. Wondered whether or not he might know of some suitable punishment. But I changed my mind. We'll see how your literature exam goes before pulling in the big guns. As it were. But for now, consider yourself failing the scholarship requirements."
The teacher permitted herself a brief smile.
"Sixty-eight per cent. I couldn't believe it myself, but there we have it. Bottom of your class. Ordinarily, I'd have you across the desk and give you six slaps on that pert little bottom of yours, but I have an interest in your - how shall we put this - extra-curricular development. So I have something special for you."
Catherine Baker looked out of the window, licking the edge of her lip carefully.
"You will recall that I had Helene teach you the basics of masturbation."
Lisa nodded slowly.
"Show me."
The schoolgirl felt lost for words.
"Show you?"
"Yes. You can use that chair, if you like."
Lisa glanced towards the window.
The teacher smiled again, showing a flash of teeth between the red lips.
"I'm sure she taught you well enough to make yourself cum very quickly."
"Miss, I can't..."
"Oh, I'm sure you can. I think you have ten minutes."
"Ten minutes?"
"The gentleman mowing the lawn - Charles. It'll take him ten minutes to mow up to the window. I want to see you cum before then."
Lisa tried to get her nerves under control.
"Miss, I can't. He'll see me. One of the girls will see me."
"Well you better make a start by getting naked."
The schoolgirl drooped.
"What if I can't?"
"You will. Get on with it. You can't afford to fail this."
Lisa lifted her hands to her chest and started fumbling with the small buttons that ran down the front of her pinafore dress. Her fingers fumbled with the first. She dropped her head, her thick brown fringe dropping over her eyes. She tried not to think of failure, her family, of the kindly priest that had arranged for her scholarship to St Cats.
The other buttons were easier. Lisa's dress fell open to her waist, and dropped to the floor.
"Now the blouse."
At least the top was easier. Lisa popped open the buttons and lifted it over her head.
Miss Baker watched her wordlessly: the girl's body was taut and youthful, her belly drawn flat as she arched backwards with the effort of undressing.
Lisa shook her bunched hair free, instinctively tidying it with her fingers.
"Shoes and stockings," commented the teacher.
Lisa picked up her dress and draped it on a low table. Bending away from her teacher, she lifted her leg, undoing the clasp and sliding a stocking down her leg.
The older woman caught her breath. Beneath the tight, apricot-coloured pants, the girl had a very firm bottom. Miss Baker suppressed a strange desire to bite it. Lisa lifted her other leg, bending over further as she struggled with the shoe buckle, her knickers straining over her bum, the creases of her pussy clearly visible to the watching teacher.
"The next time, it will be a spank."
"Yes miss. There won't be a next time."
Miss Baker laughed to herself. There would be a next time.
The schoolgirl stood in front of the fireplace. She dropped her hands by her side.
"Shall I show you now, miss?"
Miss Baker regarded her thoughtfully. Under the tight, apricot vest-top, the girl's nipples were distinctly erect.
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
"No miss."
"Are you cold?"
"Yes miss, the window is open."
"Top off."
She paused.
"That colour suits you. Couldn't wear it myself, not with my skin. But with that rather luscious cafe-au-lait tone..."
Lisa glanced a worried look at the school grounds. Charles, the handyman, was emptying grass into a wheelbarrow. Girls were now walking along the paths to their next lessons - their untroubled faces laughing in the sun.
She pulled the vest-top over her head, trying to cover her small breasts with her arms.
"I like your hair. You don't see girls with bunches any more."
"Thank you miss."
"They make you look very young. You could probably pass for fourteen or fifteen like that."
"Yes miss."
"You can sit down now."
Miss Baker lent back in her chair. Discreetly, she lifted her skirt up over her knees, feeling the bump of her suspenders beneath the fabric, her fingertips sliding over the nylon stockings, and then onto the bare flesh of her slender thighs.
"How do you start?"
Lisa sat down in the chair opposite. She looked straight into the teacher's calm blue eyes.
"I think, miss."
Under her desk, the teacher slid a hand onto her lace underwear, feeling a need growing inside her. She let her fingers play gently over the material, enjoying the way her pussy responded to the briefest touch.
Lisa blinked. She could see the teacher's every action from her seat. She forced herself to look back up to Miss Baker's face.
"You think? What about?"
Lisa lent back, her hands stroking her breasts, feeling the hard nipples beneath her hands.
"About you, miss."
