My name is Madelyn but everyone calls me Lyn. Except my brother. He calls me Mad, damn him. But what can you do with brothers? The only suggestions that appeal are illegal.
Getting back to the important subject, me, I'm eighteen, brunette, nice figure (in my opinion), reasonably intelligent and, I have to admit, a bit of a chatterbox. I just love to talk and I've always got something to say.
Most times this doesn't matter, but it's the bane of my teachers. They've spent years trying to get me to shut-up in class. It's what gives me a reputation for misbehaving, but I'm not really what you'd call naughty, just talkative.
We got a new teacher halfway through the year and apparently he hadn't had anyone like me in his classes before. He believes in strict silence while he lectures. He's had a few goes at me, including a couple of detentions, hoping to teach me. Silly, really. The rest of the staff could have told him I talk right through detentions.
He got on my case again today. All I did was make a simple observation to Sally. She had a new hair job, and I was telling her I liked it, which I did. She'd had some real neat streaks put through it and then had all the ends feathered. My hairs too unruly for that sort of thing. Anyway, Mr Jonas got in a knot over me paying a classmate a simple compliment and told me to see him in his office after school.
Someone should really explain to Mr Jonas the customs of our school. I'm sure he knows the rules but he seems a bit slow in picking up the customs. Like in that teachers never give detention or see pupils after school on a Friday. They always leave things go until the Monday.
The nice thing about this custom is that we all know that come final bell on Friday we're free, teachers and students, and we all make a beeline for the gate. And Mr Jonas wants me to see him after school. Geez.
I fronted up to Mr Jonas's office right after final bell. He was sitting at his desk waiting for me. I tried to explain to him that this was against custom and that he should really get me to come and see him first thing Monday morning, which is a pain, but better than Friday after school.
He just ignored my suggestion as though I hadn't spoken. Well, not really as though I hadn't spoken because he said, "WILL you be quiet. I'll get around to you in a few moments." You should have heard the way he emphasised the word 'will'.
I said of course I'm willing to be quiet and would this take long as it was a Friday afternoon and strictly speaking this was my own time now as I wasn't really on detention, and he interrupted me. Talk about rude. He actually demanded that I just shut-up for a while. I opened my mouth to say OK and he just lifted a finger, glared at me and said no, he didn't want to hear it.
So I stood there without speaking. You can't really say muttering to yourself is talking, and I told him that, but he just put his face on his hands and said "oh god".
I could hear the stampede of students and teachers leaving en masse, and it wasn't all that long before the school was dead silent. Mr Jonas and myself were probably the only two people in the school. Even the cleaners wouldn't be there as they don't come until the evening.
Mr Jonas finally put aside the papers he'd been looking at and started looking at me, and it was a pretty sour look he was giving me.
"It seems to me that you never shut up," he said. "I've decided to see how long you keep talking and also give you something to talk about."
He got up from his desk and moved around to stand behind me.
"Lean over the desk, putting your weight on your hands," he snapped.
Oh my god, he was going to beat me, I just knew it. We still have corporal punishment at the school. In theory, anyway. I've never heard of anyone actually getting it. I leaned over the desk as instructed but thought I'd better make sure he knew the rules.
"Um, if you're going to beat me you're only supposed to use your hand, you know. Spanking's all that permitted under the rules. And you're a male teacher, so you're not supposed to spank me at all. You can only be an observer while a female teacher spanks me."
At that point I gave a startled squeal. Not because he started spanking but because he pulled my panties down.
"Ah, it's also in the rules that you can't remove a female students clothing when you chastise her," I pointed out quickly. I mean, my god, bent over like this he could see everything. Talk about embarrassing. Probably embarrassing for him, too, if he didn't know the rule.
I waited for him to apologise and tell me to pull up my panties, but he just laughed.
"Don't worry," he said. "I know the school rules regarding corporal punishment. They don't apply in this instance."
Why not, I wondered and promptly asked. After all, I've never heard of exceptions to the rules so what made this occasion different? And even if it was different, should he really be pulling down my panties?
"The reason it's different," Mr Jonas explained, "is because I have no intention of spanking you."
That gave me a feeling of relief for all of one second. I mean in that case, why were my panties down? Then I gave a real squeal as I found out why.
"You can't touch me like that," I gasped. "That's certainly against the rules."
Would you credit it? He'd just calmly reached between my legs and placed his hand squarely over my, ah, my mound. His hand was big enough to completely cover it, and then he started squeezing it. Not just a single squeeze, but he'd squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax.
I pointed out to him most vehemently that he should be doing that, but he just kept right on. Well, not just right on squeezing. Every so often he'd stop squeezing and start rubbing. And if rubbing back and forth along my pussy wasn't bad enough he switched to rubbing from side to side. I mean, geez, I could feel him pulling my lips apart, and then he'd rub the other way and they'd close and get dragged open again.
I told him that not only was it against school rules but I was pretty sure it was against the law as well, and he just laughed again.
"Think of it as giving you something new to talk about," he said. "And don't forget to include this bit."
This bit turned out to be him pulling my lips slightly apart and pushing his fingers inside me. Boy, I sure squealed at that one. I mean boys have made passes and tried to grope me but I've always fended them off. I've even waved my brother at a couple of dedicated molesters, which just goes to show brothers do have some uses. All that energetic fending off meant that this was the first time anyone had actually got their hands on my pussy, and as for sticking a finger inside me. . . Words failed me.
I told Mr Jonas this and he has the gall to laugh again.
"For someone who says that words fail her, you certainly have plenty of them," he said, which I considered rather rude, and I told him so.
"Ah, rudeness," he murmured. "We wouldn't want to be rude, now would we? You probably think I'm being rude confining my attention to your pussy. Let me correct that."
"What do you mean correct it," I demanded. "And I think you're being rude touching me there at all. You should stop and stop right now."
My goodness, would you believe that he did? I just couldn't believe it. I said stop and he stopped. Obviously I should have said stop earlier. It just hadn't occurred to me.
Then I found I had to protest all over again. Mr Jonas had reached around and was calmly undoing the buttons to my blouse. I told him to stop, but did he? It is to laugh. He just kept right on going and, what's more, as soon as the buttons were undone he was dragging my blouse off. No, really. Just lugged it down my arms and left it pooled on the desk.
I was protesting this high handedness quite bitterly when he unclipped my bra. I look down at the desk, where I'm leaning on my hands, and there's my bra, lying on top of my blouse, the straps still around my wrists.
What could I say? There was nothing I could say. I was half naked and Mr Jonas was now fondling my breasts. At least, it was a change from fondling my pussy, as I pointed out to him, but he still shouldn't be doing it.
"True," he said, "and I shouldn't be doing this, either."
