You know you're a pervert when you constantly pervert reality.
Like last week when I was driving to work. I passed a group of very neatly dressed school children being marched along the pavement. All about 16 or 17 the boys were smartly attired in navy slacks, blue shirt, navy blazer and striped ties.The girls wore matching uniforms, with skirts down well below their knees. They were being marshaled along by a couple of teachers, who all happened to be older gentlemen.
One of the gentlemen stood at the pedestrian crossing ushering the students across quickly before the lights changed and I realised they were heading to a nearby church. The gentleman was quite distinguished and very imposing as he heralded the students across the road, at one stage holding his hand up imperiously to halt the traffic. (He was lucky not to be run over, tis a brave man that gets in the way of Dublin rush hour!). I determined this man to be the Headmaster.
As I was waiting for the lights to change I noticed a few stragglers accompanied by another teacher, arriving at the now red lights. The Headmaster did not seem pleased.
While I couldn't hear what he was saying, I was imagining the other teacher explaining he had found the girls trying to slip off on their own. There'd be a lecture of course and 3 shame faced girls would dash into the back of the church just as mass began knowing a trip to the Headmaster's study, and no doubt 6 of the best, would await them back at school.
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4 comments:
OMG - you've totally made me kinkify a school experience. I will have to tell you about it sometime!
EmmaJane, great kinkyness. What you saw was the way my generation of school children were moved around the local town.
I would see myself as the headmaster.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Rather the 6 of the best after than before having to sit on the hard church benches (or whatever they call them, pews or something, it's been a while!)
I've always woondered why it is SIX of the best, and not say 5 or 7 :)
just curious!
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