I was sitting at home, minding my own business, when my phone beeped, informing me that I had a message. The message was from an unknown number and looking at the message I could see why. It had obviously been sent to a wrong number. The reason I surmised this was quite simple. I couldn't think of any young ladies who would be sending me a picture of their genitals. A very nice picture in excellent focus, but not the sort of thing I expected to receive. I put my phone away, making a mental note to delete the photo - sometime.
The next day I received another photo, very similar to the first. This time I replied, suggesting that they might want to check who they were sexting as I believe they were using a wrong number. I received a smiley face in reply and assumed that was that.
With the third day came the third photo, a well-taken shot of a very nice pair of breasts. An old saying came to mind. Once is chance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is enemy action. What would by my position if someone seized my phone and checked it out? Not a very tenable one for a school-teacher. I deleted the photos from my phone.
When I say I deleted them from the phone I should say I deleted them after backing up the phone onto my PC, copied the photos to an SD card, and then deleted all the evidence on both phone and PC. That back could come in useful.
For another week I received photos. Sometimes a nice shot of a young lady's groin. Sometimes her chest. Once a slightly more distant shot that went from neck to knee. The last shot was of two young ladies from the waist down, both young ladies being devoid of clothing. It was time, I decided, to take some action. I had a good look at the files and all the information they contained.
Did you know that if you sift through the information attached to a JPG file you can find out some interesting things? Like the latitude and longitude of the place where the photo was taken? Copy the latitude and longitude to Goggle Earth and it will take you straight to that position, which in this case was a house not too far from mine.
Sandy was one of my students. She was blondish, with hazel eyes, and displayed a very trim and athletic figure. She was also eighteen, a cheerleader, and had the habit of shaving her mons. I had photographic proof of that. She had no siblings and the pictures I'd received were definitely those of a younger figure, so I was ruling out her mother sending me the pictures.
Now that I'd pinpointed the main culprit I decided I'd better send her a message letting her know the game was up. I had a suspicion as to the identity of the second girl and didn't doubt that Sandy would confirm it.
"Sandy," my message read, "I think you'd better come and have a little talk with me. Otherwise your photos will be sent to your parents."
I gave her a time to see me but after sending it I reconsidered. She would probably assume that I was taking a guess and bluffing, trusting her to prove my guess by turning up. I decided a little incentive was in order.
"Google 'location of photos' to see how I traced the pictures to your house."
I added a little smiley to the message and sent it on its way.
Sandy turned up at the appointed time looking a little sick. She was dressed quite demurely, wearing slacks with a blouse that buttoned all the way up to her throat. I just smiled and invited her in.
"It was just a practical joke," she hastened to tell me. "There was no harm in it."
"No harm in it as long as no-one found the photos on my phone. Say, for example, someone, name unknown, told the school that I had pornographic photos of my students. I'd have been in for a world of hurt."
"But I wouldn't have done that," protested Sandy. "I wouldn't want my photo getting out, now would I?"
"But people wouldn't know it was you, would they? Although the authorities would probably track down your house the same way I did. Then they'd be able to compare you with the photos. Checking for characteristics such as that little mole you have on your leg."
"Of course," I continued, "your friend might dob me in. Her photo was taken at your place as well, so she'd be harder to identify."
"She wouldn't," Sandy said, not looking too sure.
"Not that it matters. I made sure the photos were permanently deleted."
"Oh," said a much relieved sounding Sandy.
"Although I did save screen shots showing the JPG details, notably the longitude and latitude, showing I received photos taken at your place. Have you thoroughly deleted the pictures from your phone I wonder?"
From the pleased look on Sandy's face I assumed she had.
"And you haven't left them in the recently deleted folder?"
From the change in Sandy I assumed she hadn't and smiled at her, knowing she'd clean that folder out as fast as possible.
"Of course, there's always your automatic backup to the cloud," I murmured, "but I'm sure you know how to access that and clean it up."
I let her stew on that for a few moments. Technically adept, she was not.
"I assume that there will be no more photos heading my way?"
"Yes, sir," she said quickly. "I mean, no, sir. Ah, I mean I won't send any more, I swear."
"That just leaves us with two issues. First, would you like me to show you how to access the cloud and delete things you don't want?"
She did, but she also didn't, making me wonder what else was there.
"Don't worry," I told her. "I'll demonstrate using my own cloud while you take careful notes. Then you can do your own privately. The second issue is the penalty. I had considered putting you across my knee and spanking you. I also considered just stripping you and fucking you just as hard as I could to show you the sort of thing you were getting yourself in to."
I smiled and Sandy swallowed nervously.
"I finally decided hey, I have blackmail material. Use it. I'll get you to strip while I watch with great interest and then I'll spank you and after that a nice fucking will take place. Won't that be fun?"
"No, it won't, and what's more it's not going to happen."
