You hand out a little assignment that a child could do; a simple essay of 2000 words. You even supplied the subject matter. They had a week to complete it when, if they sat down and worked at it, they could do it in an hour or so. I'm talking young adults here, even if they were still in school. Half the class had passed the magic eighteen mark and the other half would very soon.
Out of thirty students I received twenty eight essays by the due time. The two missing entries were from a couple of the young ladies, two of the older members of the class. Both were fully capable of both doing the assignment and doing it in a timely fashion, so where were their essays?
Amber and Tiffany were the culprits and they had the usual array of excuses. They'd been too busy. They had other important stuff they had to do. It was only one essay. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. They were not at all happy when I pointed out that they now had a detention which they would use to write their essays.
"We can't have a detention today," Amber explained carefully. "We have cheerleading practice immediately after school."
"Yeah, practice," said Tiffany.
"Cheerleading is a privilege, not a right," I pointed out. "Continuing to be on the cheerleader squad is dependent on your continuing to having pass marks in certain subjects, of which English is one. Your continuing to have a pass mark in English is very much dependent on you getting a good mark for this essay, which I believe I mentioned when I assigned it. I am only trying to help you hold your spot on the squad. You can thank me later."
"Why can't we come back after practise and do it them?" demanded Amber.
"Yeah, after," said Tiffany.
"Because I see no reason why I should have to wait until after practice, given that you'd probably forget about the detention," I explained reasonably.
"We could do the essays over the weekend and hand them in first thing Monday morning," was Amber's next attempt.
"Yeah," said Tiffany.
Reminding myself that it would be rude to throttle Tiffany the next time she said 'yeah' I pointed out that they'd had a week and had failed to produce their essays. Left to themselves they could easily go the whole weekend without doing them. If I'm standing over them with a stick in my hand then they would settle down and write.
"This is so unfair," griped Amber, "and you don't have a stick, anyway."
"Yeah," said Tiffany, and I surprised myself by letting her live.
As you may have gathered, while the two young ladies were friends, Amber had the dominant role with Tiffany her faithful follower. Once Amber came to the realisation that she was stuck doing the essay Tiffany followed along.
After school the girls came grumpily along to the detention room and started on their essays. It didn't worry me, having to stay back as I was marking all the other essays. I had no doubt that they'd have their essays completed and handed in long before I was finished.
They settled down to work with Amber bitching away under her breath, complaining about the total unfairness of life. Tiffany would chime in every so often in sycophantic agreement.
"Harassment, that's what this is," Amber decided, with Tiffany in full agreement.
Needing to stretch my legs I got up, stretched a little, and wandered down to see how well (or poorly) the girls were doing. They both seemed to be well under way, which didn't really surprise me. They did have quite good brains, after all. It was just that they also had a strong laziness gene.
"As a matter of curiosity, Amber, how does this rate as harassment?" I asked.
"You could have let us come back after practice," she pointed out. "You made us miss practice deliberately. I notice you didn't make any of the boys miss training."
"Did you notice that all the boys handed in their assignments?" I asked, but this was brushed off as irrelevant.
"Yeah, yeah, excuses, excuses," she muttered. "You just came down on us because we're girls and you can harass us easier. Sexual harassment is what this is."
"Yeah, sexual harassment," piped up Tiffany.
Sexual harassment? Really?
"Up," I said, indicating that the girls should stand. Sexual harassment indeed.
They rose to their feet, Amber giving me an annoyed look, Tiffany looking curious.
"Sexual harassment?" I asked. "This might be considered sexual harassment."
Before Amber caught on to what I was doing I'd lifted the front of her dress and slid my hand down the front of her panties, giving her pussy a quick squeeze before withdrawing my hand.
"But of course I'd never do such a thing."
Amber just looked at me, spluttering. I glanced at Tiffany. She was blushing slightly, but her face went really red when I moved a little closer to her. She jumped backwards, almost falling over her feet in her hurry to sit back down.
"Why, if I was to do something like that to either of you then, yes, you could claim sexual harassment, but I wouldn't do that. The school has strict guidelines about that sort of thing."
"You, you touched me," gasped Amber, red with anger, not embarrassment.
"Excuse me? I never did. You're just making that up."
"You did. He touched me, didn't he, Tiff?"
"Yeah, touched," said Tiffany, suddenly realising she was supposed to be indignant.
"Now really, girls, you can't go around making up this sort of story. You may be annoyed over your detention but making up falsehoods won't help."
"But you did touch me," gasped Amber. "Tiff is a witness."
"And a fellow detainee. Of course she'd back up your silly story. You must know that if you claimed that you saw me buggering a billy goat she'd say, 'yeah, goat'."
I sadly shook my head.
"Goodness me, what a farrago of nonsense you girls talk. Are you seriously going to front up to the headmistress and say I brazenly groped you?"
