I had been the headmaster of St. Stephens Ladies College for almost twenty years. That being a private boarding school for girls aged 11 to 18, open to any spoilt little girl with a rich daddy. Typically the girls came from families where the parents liked to spend their time skiing, or perhaps sunning themselves on some tropical island. That was between making super amounts of money in whatever business they owned of course. The only thing they had no time for it seemed, despite all this leisure, was raising their own children. That's where private nannies and indeed schools like ours filled the parental void.
Over these many years I had encountered all kinds of students, mostly brats, but a few that had lived up to the schools name proving to be true ladies. Top notch wife material for the rich and famous men they would be destined to meet at schmooze cocktail evenings and boozy charity socials. Yes I had a degree of contempt for them, even the ones that I liked. Being a good student and having excellent manners was not always enough to make me think highly of the girls in my care.
There was one girl about whom I found myself feeling very different however. Suzanne Smythe came from a family of Investment Bankers and Lawyers. But despite the hard-headed business people that had spawned her, and their super wealth, she was quiet, respectful and gentle. She always kept her head down in class listening attentively to her teachers. Every project was completed on time and homework was never missed. This had of course ensured her unpopularity with the other girls, leaving her a social reject. As best as I could tell Suzanne, or Suzy, as I liked to call her, had absolutely no friends at all.
Despite myself, despite my rigid mental barriers erected over the years, I found that I had a growing soft spot for this socially inept teenager. As naïve and unworldly as she was highly intelligent. It was clear that she had no real comprehension of matters outside of a classroom. The facts of love, life and common sense were seemingly alien to her. There was nobody to teach her such matters. Our jobs as teachers did not stretch to giving mental balance. As long as the girls graduated with top marks and knew enough Shakespeare to quote at pretentious dinner parties, all was well in the eyes of their parents. Anything else had to be learned from their peers, generally from the older more experienced girls that took the juniors under their wing.
The only people that liked Suzy were the teachers; they were the nearest she had to friends. Over the last two years since her reaching sixteen, Suzy had become notable to me for more than just her quality of work. I had to admit that through sixteen, seventeen and now to the tender age of eighteen I had enjoyed watching her grow physically. Her wiry girl's frame had blossomed into that of a striking young woman's. Her legs were firmed from hours of sport and gym class, attractive, long and pale cream. From the tops of her thighs two mounds of sculpted buttock had arisen, straining the material of her perhaps too tight short grey skirt. The white shirt of her school uniform had been thrust forward by the eruption of two wonderful orbs that must surely have been at least 'C' cups, if not even more plentiful than that!
It was her face that really caused heat to rise up my body and fire my mind. I would find myself drawn to it in class or at assembly. That face was just so innocent, like china dolls. Soft features crowned a seemingly fixed expression of acceptance and naivety. She was often the butt of crude jokes that she could not even grasp, she had no point of internal reference for anything sordid or seedy. I don't know why but this attracted me to her even more, it made odd thoughts rise up into my mind. Dirty little thoughts that had to be kept to myself. I pushed it all back down within and kept my professional stance toward her.
In time though repression always fails to fight desire, and I was no stronger than others were. Years of working around pretty girls had finally got to me; I wanted something for myself. A reward for putting up with all these little madams with there sharp tongues, and hot little bodies. They owed me something. Suzy somehow owed me something.
I began to find myself trying to catch glimpses up her skirt when she took her seat in classes. If she walked past me in the hallway I would look slyly between her shirt buttons to catch glimpses of her frilly brazier encased chest. I knew that my behaviour was most inappropriate, and had no doubt that I must be blushing red after she had passed me by.
Unlike many of the other girls, Suzy never spent any time alone with me. Only naughty girls had to come to my office on their own for chastisement, or a ridiculously gentle caning. The board allowed caning but we never hurt anyone really, it did not do to upset the parents too much by having the girls crying down the phone to them. Suzy was just to good a student to ever be in any real trouble, certainly not of the kind where she would end up in my office alone. Yet I started to hunger for just that scenario. I was never sure what I would do if given that time alone with her, but the thought still excited me. It made dark thoughts arise from somewhere deep down in the most ancient part of my human nature.
Then one day a plan had came to me; it just popped into my mind fully formed. I knew how to get my just reward, a slice of time with my special girl, with my Suzy. It was flawless, I knew it would work. For two days I just let it simmer waiting to see if the idea would fade away. It did not; rather it grew in attraction to me. So I then set the wheels in motion. I took some money from the lunchroom when nobody was round; enough that it would be considered a serious theft and planted it in Suzy's locker. The beauty of my position was that it gave me access to keys for everything yet no suspicion from anyone. Once the dinner staff noticed the theft a locker inspection was rapidly organised to find the culprit. The girls each stood by their locker as one by one myself and the head teachers inspected them. I started with the usual suspects of course so as not to raise any suspicion about unusual involvement.
Imagine poor sweet Suzy's face when her locker was opened and the wad of notes came into view. Other girls whispered their own disbelief, some giggled with glee to see old 'goody two shoes', get what they felt was her just comeuppance. Her crime was being so blameless for so darned long. They did not care whether she stole it or not, and most would likely doubt she did. The beautiful thing about my plan was the solid rock of school procedure. It did not matter if every single person in the school suspected Suzy had not really stolen the money. She would have to be interrogated, and likely punished, based solely on the physical evidence at hand. With serious matters like theft there was only one place for the process start, a trip to the headmasters office. I had to keep a straight face when I nodded my head in mock disappointment with our formerly perfect student. Inside I was smiling and almost bursting with childlike glee.
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I sat nervously in my office, doubting my plan and myself. I pondered just what could possibly come of all the effort on my part. Mixed with my doubts and my trepidation were an equal measuring of expectation and excitement. Suzy's tutor had told me that the girl was terribly upset and had pleaded her innocence continually, unsurprisingly. Yet the tutor had of course told her to go to my office and I knew she would be here any moment. Two meek knocks on my door signalled her arrival.
In my most stern and authoritative voice I called out, "Come in."
The door opened and a sullen little teenager appeared Suzy could hardly meet my gaze as she entered. She was clearly very upset and more than a little worried, her reddened eyes had the look of someone that had shed more than a few tears that day. A twinge of unexpected guilt came over me; I was no monster after all and got no pleasure from upsetting her. It was simply a need to an end after all. So I kept telling myself anyway. After all she owed me this didn't she?
So said the dark little voice that had started all of this many months before. Hundreds of girls over two decades owed me a collective debt. Suzy was simply their payment to me. Which was all this was about I gently reminded myself.
