PLEASE NOTE: This story takes place in a special college of further education for girls over the age of eighteen!
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Katie bit her top lip as the school secretary picked up the phone to advise the headmaster that he had a visitor.
"Mr Grantham, I have a Katie Phillips to see you."
The secretary replaced the handset and turned in Katie's direction, a withering look lingering across her face as she told her to 'take a seat and wait'. Katie sighed and slumped onto the hard wooden bench that ran along the length of the waiting area wall. She knew she was in trouble, it wasn't the first time, but this was different, this was serious!
Katie was not unknown to the headmaster, she had been to see him twice since she began at the school, but both those incidents were nothing compared to the trouble she was in now, and she was scared out of her mind.
She thought back over the events of the last hour, how she'd been caught red handed... so embarrassing! And now this, sent to the headmaster. Of course, what else did she think would happen, it's not like they could ignore it, the teachers would have to inform her parents.
Her parents! Christ, now she really was scared... they were probably already on their way to the school, excusing themselves from their jobs for the afternoon following an awkward phone call from the very woman who sat right in front of her.
The phone rang on the secretary's desk and she looked Katie's way.
"Okay I'll send her in now."
Katie swallowed hard, she had convinced herself that she was waiting for her parents to arrive. Surely her parents needed to be present, didn't they?
The secretary looked her way and gently tilted her head towards the headmaster's door, clearly she thought the girl too lowly even to speak to.
Katie staggered slightly as she stood up, she looked down and straightened her smart uniform before slowly pacing across the waiting area and grasping the handle of the headmaster's study. Just as she was about to pull down on the handle, Katie remembered her previous encounters with the headmaster and let go of the handle, lifted her hand and knocked firmly twice on the door.
"Come in," said the headmaster from behind the heavy oak door.
Katie took a deep breath and pressed the brass handle down as she pushed the door open. The smell of leather, books and wood filled her senses as she slowly stepped inside. It was just as you would imagine a headmaster's study to look, traditional, old, and just a little bit fusty.
The headmaster didn't look up from his desk for several minutes after Katie shut the door behind her, and she was beginning to wonder if he had forgotten that she was there, when suddenly he looked up, a rather strange look in his eyes.
"You'd better sit down," he told her.
Katie padded softly towards the chair that faced the headmaster's heavy oak desk. She placed her school bag on the floor and sat gently down, smoothing her uniform as she waited for him to continue.
The headmaster closed the book he was writing in and looked at her.
"Katie Phillips..." he raised his eyebrows and rubbed his hand over his slightly bristled face, "Well, I wasn't expecting to see you today."
Katie dropped her gaze to the floor, once again biting her lip as she braced herself for the onslaught that was surely about to hit her. But Mr Grantham merely sighed to himself and leaned forward with his arms crossed across the leather inset top that crowned his beautiful desk.
"So, tell me what happened..."
Katie started to cry, how could she begin to repeat what had happened, she was mortified, and soon her parents would be here and then they would know and... surely he wouldn't make her tell them, would he? She cried even harder at the mere thought of having to look her parents in the face and tell them exactly what she'd done that afternoon.
Mr Grantham reached into a drawer and plucked out a tissue, he handed it to her across the desk and watched as she dabbed it around her eyes. She was a fairly pretty girl, but not one of the best looking in the school, he rated her a seven, or maybe a high six...
He let her cry a while longer and then watched as she finally brushed her long blond hair back to reveal her puffy eyes and tear stained blouse. He couldn't fault her appearance, her uniform was spotless, bang on regulation - white blouse, dark grey pleated skirt, grey knee socks, black shoes and a black blazer emblazoned on the pocket with the school shield. No complaints there. She was slender, without being too skinny and her make-up was very minimal, just enough to complement her looks without making her look like a tart. A lot of girls could learn a thing or two from this one, he thought to himself.
It became clear to Mr Grantham that he could wait a long time for Katie to open her mouth and spill the beans, she was a nervous wreck right now and he half expected to break into tears again at any second. In the end he decided to be the bigger man and put her out of her misery.
"Okay Katie. I know what happened, Mr Spencer told me all about it..."
Katie began to sob again and Mr Grantham felt compelled to do something to stop it before she got too far into her hole.
"Don't cry, there's really no need, it's not like this has never happened before."
Katie glanced up at him and saw that he was looking straight at her, he didn't look as angry as she'd expected, in fact he almost looked friendly.
"You're not the first girl to get caught with a boy's cock in her hand Katie, and you won't be the last."
Katie almost laughed at his flippant remark.
"There, that's better isn't it?"
Katie nodded, slightly relieved at his pleasant demeanour.
He offered her another tissue and let her dry her eyes again before continuing.
"You have put me in a bit of an awkward position though, I'm supposed to have called your parents already..."
Katie looked up, the relief washing over her face was palpable.
"You mean you haven't?" She sniffed.
Mr Grantham shook his head.
"Are you going to... please don't call them Mr Grantham, they'll kill me!"
"I very much doubt that Katie, they might be very upset and angry with your behaviour, but I very much doubt they'd consider killing you."
Katie looked on nervously as Mr Grantham eased back into his comfortable leather chair.
"Katie, I've been doing this job for quite a few years now, more than twenty actually, and... well, I've seen many thousands of girls come through here in that time. And I think, over the course of my career, I've become quite a good judge of character. The thing is Katie, I've been doing this so long that I've seen it all before. I could look at your class and tell you, pretty much, who will do what with their lives, who will make lots of money, who will struggle in life, who will get pregnant before they graduate..."
He let that little nugget sink in before he continued.
"...and you, Katie, I know pretty much what your life has in store for you."
Katie looked a little taken aback, this wasn't she had been expecting at all.
"Correct me if I'm wrong," he began. "This wasn't the first boy you've jerked off, was it?"
