The discipline mistress & her alter ego

The school discipline mistress and her alter ego.

To everyone, she was the no nonsense old maid Miss Eva Simpson in the county’s junior high school wearing Nana Mouskouri glasses and was always multi tasking especially tapping away on her keyboard of her lap top. The children were very scared to be called to see her. She would make them sit in front of her and reflect on why they were wasting her time.

Unknown to anyone else, she was a prolific writer of published erotic romantic stories. Her stories were mesmerizing and usually read by housewives and young school girls. The heros were tall, dark handsome men who were gallant heros always ever ready to save the damsel in danger. Her heroines were popular school belles, cheer leaders and sometimes the shy quiet girl sitting at the corner.

Miss Eva’s mind was often miles away thinking of the next plot. The poor kids sent to her were left sitting and sweating in her office wondering what the terrible Miss Eva would do to them.

“Excuse me, Miss Simpson, can I go now?” asked the school’s jack-ass Philip.

“Oh, where were we? You look familiar, how many times have you come to see me?"

"Three this year, but it's not fair, mam. They always pick on me."

"What have you done this time?"

“I poured glue on the seats of the toilets in the boy’s toilet, so that nobody could use them.”

“My! My! That’s naughty, isn’t it? Why did you do that?”

“The boys in the class dared me to it, and the sexy Susan was the prize. They told me she is a real good lay.”

“Tsk! Tsk! You do realize that you damaged school’s property and you have to pay for it?

“How? I have no money!”

Eva peered through her Nana Mouskouri glasses, and stopped typing on her key board. Philip wasn’t bad looking despite looking dumb. He has a pimpy face and was a tall lanky kid.

“I bet beneath that simple looking kid with fuzzy hair starting on his chin and his upper lips, there is a boy hiding his mother’s bathroom reading my erotic stories,” thought Eva.

“Your grades are failing, you need to have more discipline. At this rate, you will be a high school drop out. You need to have more discipline. You have to come to my apartment and I will guide you along your school work after school.”

Eva couldn’t wait for school to end. She licked her lips with her tongue sensually. She was sure Philip was one young kid who was a virgin. She loved virgins, they were so willing to do what they were told. They were not egoistic like men who think they were super studs.

Philip came exactly thirty minutes after Eva got back.

“Did you find the way OK?”

“Yes, I got on the right bus.”

“Would you like some coke and cookies before you start?”

“Yes please.”

“Come inside the kitchenette. I am afraid it is rather small. I can’t afford a bigger place on my teacher’s pay.”

Philip wolfed down the cookies and started to drink his glass of coke.

“Would you like something stronger? I find coke too sweet.”

Eva poured a generous serving of brandy into Philip’s glass. She poured some brandy for herself.

“Now, drink it slowly, it is meant to be sipped to be enjoyed.”

"This is good, sometimes I steal a little spirits from my dad's cabinet, I could steal only a little without him finding out."

"You can have more if you like. There is plenty where that came from. It is much nicer drinking with someone else."

Philip finished the brandy in one gulp and almost choked. Eva poured him another glass.

Eva sat on the chair placed deliberately opposite the chair that Philip was sitting. She had changed into a short skirt.

The brandy was getting into his head. Philip was closing and opening his eyes. Was he seeing what he was seeing and hearing what he was hearing?

Philip swallowed his saliva, he looked again, in front of him was no Miss Eva Simpson with her Nana Mouskouri glasses. Her long hair was undone, and she was looking provocatively at him.

“What are you looking at? You never had a woman, have you?”

“No! Miss Simpson.”

“Call me Eva.”

“Yes, Eva.”

Eva led the half dazed Philip into the bedroom. The king size bed had crimson satin sheets. He was only fourteen, but he had the body of a grown man. She was the proud owner of this young blonde boy. How she was going to love deflowering him.

“Yes, you will come everyday, and I will teach you more “homework”. Promise me, you mustn’t tell anyone what we do here.”

“My lips are sealed, anyway, nobody is going to believe me if I tell him.”

“Now you get up and have a loooong shower and then I will make you a hot cup of coffee.”

For three months, Philip came twice a week to have special coaching to help him graduate from High school. But in practice, they did nothing of the sort. They ended up in bed.

Philip couldn't contain his joy. The girls in school snub him, the boys tease him that he will never lay a girl. If they knew what he was doing now.

One day, just for the fun of it, Susan tipped her juice over his head and called him," My virgin boy."

Provoked, and without thinking, Philip blurted out his secret,

"You think I am a virgin? I have more sex than all of you put together and with a gorgeous woman."

There was a big hush. One could hear a pin drop.

"No! No! I was just kidding." Philip quickly added.

But it was too late, the cafeteria superintendent heard him and reported him to the principal. Philip was called to the Principal Mr. Brooke's office.

"Now, what is this about you sleeping with an older woman?"

Philip kept very quiet. He felt himself getting warm and moist at his crotch. He kept crossing his legs.

"Please Sir! I need to use the bathroom."

"That can wait, I am still waiting for you to tell me."

"Sir, I really need to go!!!!"

When Philip moved quickly to the bathroom, the secretary said," The twerp, he peed his pants. I wonder if he was lying about have sex. Who would want to be laid by a kid like that?"

Mr. Brooke kept him sitting in the office for what seemed to be forever. The school bell rung, school was over.

"Are you going to tell me, or are you going to just sit there? If you don't want to go home, I want to do so."

Philip asked for a piece of paper and wrote in very small handwriting, "Miss Eva Simpson."

Mr. Brooke couldn't believe hid eyes, how outrageous it was for Philip to frame his discipline mistress.

"I love her, and she loves me."

"You realize the implication of this? Miss Simpson can go to prison if this is true?"

"It is true!!!! Why don't you believe me?"

Philip went on to describe his tryst at Eva's apartment for the past three months, and how Miss Philips had recommended that he was to go to her apartment for his after school coaching and how he was to keep it a secret.

Mr. Brooke arranged for Philip to remain at the deputy principal Mr. Grey's office and rang for Eva Simpson.

Eva broke down and cried that her loneliness got the better of her, and that Philip had professed that he loved her, and she was in love with him. Though outwardly, he was a kid, he was a man in bed.

"Eva, you know what this means, I will have to report to the police and to Philip's parents."

The police came and was taking Eva's statement when Philip's parents burst into the principal's office. His mum slapped Eva over and over. Mr. Brooke, the two police men and Philip's dad did not attempt to stop her. In fact, they were secretly wishing they too could punch Eva in the face.

"How could you, you cradle snatcher, you predator, you child abuser and molester. My Philip is only fourteen. I hope you rot in jail." Philip’s mother shouted.

The police took the handcuffed Eva Simpson away.