My name is Dorothy McAllister. I am also called "Miss McAllister" and sometimes "Coach McAllister." I am in my mid-thirties and I teach girls physical education and swimming at Dover-Wallace High School in an unspecified midwestern state. And yes, I am a lesbian.
You'd think that it might be difficult for a woman like myself who enjoys girls having a job that requires being around hundreds of pretty young high school girls everyday without my getting into trouble, but surprisingly it's not. My sexual life and my professional life are two totally different things, and I would no more consider risk destroying my teaching career on an encounter with one of my young female students than, say, robbing a bank.
But that doesn't mean I don't occasionally fantasize over some of them. Did I say 'occasionally?' Let's make that 'constantly.'
Like, for example, Amanda Anderson. Beautiful blonde Amanda Anderson. An 18-year old senior with a supermodel's face and a gorgeous, slender, downright luscious figure. Her breasts are best described as succulent, her tummy is perfectly taut, her long legs are silky and smooth, and she's got this perfectly shaped, tight little round ass that I especially love watching. On numerous occasions my eyes have followed her walking into the showers, and it's always taken every ounce of my willpower to keep from openly drooling as she removes her towel. And it's not just me, either. Other girls in the locker room stare, too, their expressions ranging from envy to differing levels of admiration. But they all stare. Like me, they can't help it.
When I stated earlier that I'd never risk my job by having sex with one of my female students, I neglected to point out that I've done a bit more than just watching them. Sometimes, as a punishment, I'll assign pool-cleaning duties to an errant girl after school, after the other students have gone home. If the girl being punished is an exceptionally pretty girl I've been known to assign her to a job that requires her actually going into the pool, and when she complains that she's not prepared to get wet I offer her one of my "work swimsuits," all of which are very skimpy thongs. When she looks shocked I tell her we're the only two people there so what does it matter? And then I enjoy oogling her beauiful body while she completes her assigned chores.
Which brings us to a Friday in mid-May, when beautiful blonde Amanda Anderson finally got into trouble, and her punishment would evolve into a highly memorable and incredibly enjoyable weekend for the both of us.
Actually, Amanda's punishment had been a long time in coming. She had been developing a serious case of "senior-itis" that entire spring semester, which involved her skipping classes with growing abandon. Normally I allow every student three unexcused absences before beginning to dock their PE grade, but pretty Amanda already had no fewer than sixteen no-shows. I had sent a memo regarding this to the front office, and Amanda had been ordered to see me after my Friday PE class ended at three o'clock.
Right before class that day, one of my other students, a very serious-minded girl named Missy Williams, had asked if she could tape my lecture for her sick friend Heather, who would be unable to attend class that day, and I said that would be fine. Missy then placed a small, portable tape-recorder that looked something like a frog on my desk, and pushed the play/record button. And then she forgot about it, leaving it rolling/recording even after class had ended and the students departed for their homes and the weekend.
Amanda Anderson walked into my classroom punctually at three o'clock, to explain her absences. She looked stunning in a pale yellow mini-dress with a tight skirt and cute matching top, but instead of giving me the usual litany of excuses she instead told me that she already knew the material for the course I was teaching and insisted she had better things to do with her time than attend my class. When I responded by telling her she could fail my course she laughed and told me her father would never allow it.
"If I don't graduate," she explained me in her winsome voice, "Daddy will be furious. He's got powerful friends on the school board, Miss McAllister. They won't be happy, either."
"And whose fault will that be, Amanda?" I responded. "It's you who will have gotten herself a failing grade, not me."
"But I've already been accepted into Daddy's alma-mater! I've got the letter and everything. Daddy's even told me he's going to give me a new car for graduation! You see? Your class just isn't important to me right now."
I couldn't help rolling my eyes. "Listen, Amanda, I'm not going to pass you if you don't attend class. And if you fail PE you don't graduate. You don't get your diploma. You'll have to take the course again in summer school!"
That made her mad.
"Summer school?" Amanda stood up, her voice raised in anger. "There's no way I can be here this summer! Daddy's taking us to France in June! That's entirely out of the question!"
"Perfectly understandable," I calmly retorted, "which is why I'm now going to assign you to some after school pool-cleaning duties to make up for this outburst and for all of your absences this semester..."
"No fucking way!" Her eyes blazed as she looked at me in anger. "You can't treat me like this, Miss McAllister. I'm not a little girl you can push around and threaten any more! And if you try to punish me or fail me in this class I'll simply tell daddy you're a lesbian and that you made a pass at me or even that you tried to rape me!"
"That's right," she continued, as I stared back at her in shock. "I can make up any old story and he'll believe me! And so will the principal! I can get some of my friends to back me up, too! They'll repeat whatever I tell them to say! You're not going to ruin my summer and you're certainly not going to force me to work around here like a slave!"
For a full twenty seconds I stared dumbfounded at her in disbelief. Here she was, threatening my job if I didn't back off from disciplining her for sixteen unexcused absences. I didn't know what to say or how to respond. Meanwhile, she stood there, defiantly facing me.
And then I remembered Missy Williams and her tape-recorder that looked like a frog. It was still on my desk, still rolling. I reached over and picked it up. The on/off, play-and-record switches were all on the underside of it. I clicked stop, then hit rewind. And then I hit play. "... if you try to punish me or fail me in this class I'll simply tell daddy you're a lesbian who made a pass at me or even that you tried to rape me..." Here I clicked it off, a broad smile forming on my face.
I looked at her. Amanda turned white with fright. She immediately sank back down into her chair.
"You go ahead and tell your daddy whatever you want to, Amanda," I said quietly. "And I now think that not only are you going to fail my class, but also that you just might face expulsion after I play this tape back for Principal Dodd."
Amanda started at me in shock.
"You may go now," I said in the same quiet voice.
She didn't move.
I slowly got up from my chair, still holding the tape recorder, and began walking past her.
"Please, Miss McAllister," she blurted out, grabbing at my arm as I walked past her.
"Let go of me, Amanda," I said in my sternest voice.
"Please, miss," she begged. "I did't know what I was saying. I didn't mean any of it. I'll do whatever work you want me to do!"
"Yes, I'm sure you will." I stared back at her. "You just threatened me with something far worse than merely skipping classes. You were threatening my job, young lady. This is beyond you and I. This is something for the school board to listen to."
"Please, Miss McAllister," she cried out, tears forming in her beautiful eyes, "I'll do anything you ask me to do! I'll clean out every swimming pool and I'll even clean your house! I'll wash your windows, I'll..."
"That's enough, Amanda" I said, "This is no minor breach of discipline, young lady. Please leave my office at once."
Amanda responded by falling to her knees before me. "Please forgive me. If I'm expelled, I don't graduate. I don't go to State this fall. I don't get a new car. I don't go to Europe. Everything important to me will be ruined."
