<!--ADULTSONLY--> Disclaimer update March 29 2017 Disclaimer stuff: This story and all the stories I write are a work of fiction and special care was taken while writing the story - no letters were hurt when they were placed on the page. Any characters, places, businesses and/or circumstances etc. described herein are entirely fictional and are a product of my imagination. None of the following is based on real organisms or organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real, living, deceased or imaginary, is purely coincidental. There is no place called Cherish Valley in the United States that I am aware of. Every story I write contains sexual situations between adult females and young girls between 5 and 16 years old. These stories should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do so or who would be offended if they did. Most if not all of the stories I write contains explicit pornographic material; it is not for minors under the age of 18 or close-minded people. I write stories for my own enjoyment. I write stories in which adult women are degraded, humiliated, and fucked by young girls, although I have changed things up a bit recently with a couple stories that aren't exclusively lesbian in nature. Bottom line is I write stories for my own enjoyment. If this story seems to be better edited that is because I have a wonderful male editor who adds just the right amount of "filth" as he puts it into the story line. If there are any mistakes in the story as far as grammar or punctuation, then it is my error and not his. Thanks "A", you're wonderful and patient with me. Anyone who is an adult or age of majority, of course, is welcome to continue. Story codes that I write about are: Lesbian, scat, pee, piss, humiliation, consensual sex, child/underage sex, restraints, racial, bigotry, discrimination, anal sex, oral sex, vagina sex, young love, also asphyxiation, hanging, (NO Snuff, well, only one story), erotic hanging, punishments like spankings, whippings and canings, young girl domination with strap-on sex, rape. Not all of these story codes are in every story but a good majority of these codes are. I hope you enjoy the story. Email me with your comments at: msteven1005@yahoo.com I reply to readers who take time to email me. Please, please, please email me your thoughts on the story. If you use ASSTR's reader response to send me an email I can't respond to it as it is a generic email address from ASSTR. If you want a response to your email please email me directly. Faculty Adviser 1 Friday Leslie Gaye walked down the deserted school hallway towards the front office and her footsteps echoed in the long corridor. All classes were still in session except for hers. She had finished her observation of the last class of the day, Sex Education in the Modern World, and she felt strangely elated: she had been doing God's work and her lesson had gone so much better than she expected. She felt an urge to skip and listen to the echo but she restrained herself: she knew that levity was an abomination in the eyes of the Lord and that she should resist the impulse. She looked down at herself to check that she was neat and tidy. She always dressed conservatively: a white blouse with long sleeves that were buttoned to the top, earth tone skirts that came to her knee and two inch heel flat pumps. Sometimes she thought she looked like an old spinster but this is what the church and her husband demanded of her and all women in their daily lives, even as they worked in the modern world. The way she dressed was a mark of her faith. She opened the office door. "Hello, Mrs. Carpenter," she smiled. Mrs Carpenter did not return her smile, but looked at her with a sense of self-importance: she was the school secretary and as such she ran the school office for Mrs Wright, the principal. "Hello, Mrs Gaye. Mrs Wright is in a meeting at the moment but she will call you into her office when she is ready for you. In the meantime, please take a seat." "Thanks!" Leslie said politely, but Mrs Carpenter had already returned to her work. Leslie sat down carefully, her back straight, her legs primly pressed together, and smoothed down her skirt. She wondered what the meeting was all about and an unexpected anxiety stirred in the pit of her stomach. She had been employed by this middle school for a year now. She and her husband had moved here when her husband had taken a job as a lay minister for the evangelical church "The Risen Word". The move had been on short notice: horrible untruthful rumours had begun to grow about her husband, that he was not having one affair but three going at the same time at their previous church, one of them with the wife of the preacher. She of course didn't believe it for a minute and understood when he explained that it was the work of the Devil, planting evil in people's minds. She knew that her husband was a godly man, the sort of minister that any church would be proud to have. Plus God would never allow something like an affair to happen with her husband. It was clearly a test: God was testing them, but she couldn't work out why. Leslie tried to ignore it but the rumours would not go away until eventually, they packed up all their worldly possessions and drove to this new town where her husband had interviewed for a lay-minister's job. He was one of twelve ministers who worked directly for the preacher. They settled in quickly: she loved their new church, "The Way". The church had a congregation of 10,000 worshipers which was way more than their old church. She enjoyed attending every Sunday even though worship services and Sunday school lasted pretty much all day. As a lay-minister's wife she was required to hold coffees at her house once every three months as the coffee duty was rotated with the other wives. The other minister's wives, women who were in church management positions, and women who were considered pious and above reproach attended these coffees. It was a way for them reaffirm their love and personal belief in God and his wisdom. Leslie enjoyed this fellowship time with the other wives. In addition, every Sunday she had the responsibility of teaching God's word to the children of these important women, children who attended private church school, wore school uniforms, and said prayer before class. She taught these nine and ten year-old's every Sunday but she felt unfulfilled and prayed for the Lord to guide her. Leslie had been secretly disappointed that the church's private school didn't hire her, she knew she would've been a good fit for the school but there were just no positions available. Then several weeks before the start of public middle school God answered her prayers. There was an advert for a teaching position at the public middle school. As soon as she saw it, she realized that this is what He had intended for her, to spread his teachings to the young, and she applied straight away. The school was looking to hire a teacher for middle school children, encompassing the sixth, seventh and eighth grades which were eleven, twelve and thirteen year-old girls and boys, "tweens" as society called them. However, there was one problem: the only position available was as a teacher of Sex Education. Leslie was disappointed as she had a teaching degree in Math and hoped to teach it, but more than that, the idea of teaching young children about sex made her feel very uncomfortable. The job description said the position would focus on a high level overview of sex and the modern world and she was relieved it didn't get too deeply into anything controversial, but she still had doubts, realising that she didn't know much about "the modern world". From her teaching experience, many children seemed ungodly, where the girls dressed like prostitutes and the boys made lewd comments about females and stared at her with lust-filled eyes. She didn't know if she could handle talking about a penis or a vagina or breasts, especially because of what she had been brought up to believe. From an early age, her father had lectured her about the sins of the flesh. Sex was given by God simply as a means of procreation, and not for pleasure. She remembered her fear as he described to her that special place in hell that reserved for fornicators, masturbaters, adulterers, homosexuals. Her role as a woman, he taught, was to reject physical sin, obey her husband, and have good, Christian children. "Never give in to desire!" he had said, "and remember that the Lord will always be watching you!" She had taken his teaching to heart. She had only ever been with one man her whole life. She didn't date in high school as she wanted to preserve her virginity for her wedding night. In college she didn't participate in the weekend parties or spring breaks. Instead she associated with her local church and bible studies. She considered herself a pious woman. She dressed plainly, unaware that even at forty years old, many thought she still had a knock out body with blonde hair, perky tits and curvy ass. She met her husband in her local church as he was attending the local seminary and after they both graduated they got married. They found out later that he was unable to father children and she was secretly disappointed with the news but knew that it was all part of God's plan for her. And so she had settled into a life of celibacy, studying the bible and the lives of the saints and martyrs, praying at least twice a day, and doing everything she could to serve God. She asked her husband's advice and guidance about the teaching position and they prayed together and eventually decided that, with the economy in the dumps and her husband's job as a lay-minister that didn't pay very well, she should take whatever she could get. "Have faith, the Lord has picked out a path for you and he will guide you," her husband had said, and she recognised the wisdom of his words and accepted the job. The first week was like a nightmare: the children seemed to see right through her and asked her such dreadful things, filthy, disgusting sinful things, that she thought that in some strange way God was punishing her. She prayed night and day, throwing herself on his mercy, begging for a sign, but once more, her doubts grew. The sign came to her in a dream. She had been reading about Saint Cecelia, how she accepted martyrdom rather than allow her virginity to be taken by a pagan, and she dreamt that Cecelia appeared to her, reassuring her that if she obeyed God's teaching, everything would be alright. When she woke, all her uncertainty had gone: she would teach God's word as she had been taught it, that sex was for procreation and that pleasure was the instrument of the devil. She would teach the children about sex, but only in the context of a loving and faithful marriage where a wife obeyed her husband and a husband respected his wife. She would help the children to understand sin and the torments that might await them. When she returned to school, she was a changed person. She realised that at times the children were bored and listless, and at others, they deliberately set out to embarrass and humiliate her, but, like Cecelia, that was a burden that she was prepared to bear. "Mrs Gaye?" Mrs Carpenter was peering at Leslie over the top of her glasses. "Mrs Wright will see you now. Leslie smiled and walked carefully across the room and into the principal's office. As she closed the door, she was surprised to see not only the principal sitting behind her desk, but also Miss Wolfe. The woman had been sitting in her sex ed classes all week taking notes of her lectures. She hardly talked to her but on Wednesday she did ask Leslie to put up a slide show for the eighth girls class that had explicit pictures of nude five year-old girls to fourteen year-old girls showing the yearly bodily changes that a girl goes through on her way to puberty. The pictures made Leslie very uncomfortable and she didn't say very much about the slide show to the class. She had prayed doubly hard that night. She was glad though that she had no boys in this particular sex ed class. How would they have reacted to seeing a female body? She shuddered to think about that. "Take a seat, Mrs Gaye," smiled Mrs Wright. "I believe you know Miss Wolfe?" Both women nodded at each other. Miss Wolfe looked to be in her early twenties, maybe a few years out of college. "The reason Miss Wolfe has been in your class all week is that the school district is looking to change the curriculum for its sex education classes and they want to run a pilot program here. Miss Wolfe is a registered sex therapist with a degree in female studies. She represents the new breed of administrator who believes that changes are needed in the sex education field to prepare the kids for the real world. As such her recommendation is that your classes would make an excellent test for her theories about sex education." "Thank you," Leslie smiled at Miss Wolfe. Miss Wolfe barely smiled back. "This special class will be held after school as it will delve into controversial subjects that Miss Wolfe will brief you on later." Leslie thought for a moment and felt a blush rising in her cheeks. "If the subject matter is controversial then I'm not sure that I will be comfortable with it," Leslie said squirming in her seat. "Don't worry about that Mrs Gaye. Miss Wolfe will be the teacher and you will be the faculty adviser. You will represent the school in this pilot program as an observer and assistant and Miss Wolfe will teach the class." "Oh good," Leslie replied. She felt relieved. "So this special class will only be presented after school hours you said?" Mrs Wright smiled. "Yes, we felt that was best, and as the faculty adviser you are to assist Miss Wolfe in the classroom with whatever she requires." "Okay," Leslie replied not sure what Mrs Wright meant. Leslie looked over at Miss Wolfe. "So I will be responsible for what? Getting the materials and presentations ready?" Miss Wolfe had a thin smile but ignored Leslie's question, and feeling uncomfortable under the woman's stare, she turned back to the principal. Mrs Wright continued, "This will be a new subject field within the sex education program. The school district doesn't want its teachers to be compromised by the curriculum so during the class you will be the adviser assisting Miss Wolfe. You will be representing the school districts interests during the class." Leslie nodded her head. Miss Wolfe spoke up. "I will cover in-depth sexual issues with the girls with your assistance. We are finding that as middle school girls get to high school and start dating for the first time that these girls are unprepared for the dating scene and interaction with boys. They are not prepared to deal with sexually aggressive boys. This sex education class will teach the girls what to expect when they get to high school." "Oh," Leslie replied nodding her head. "If this pilot program is successful then the school district will roll it out to the other schools. Your participation in the new class will not go unnoticed." Mrs Wright said as she leaned back in her chair. "Some very important people will be watching how this new class progresses. Who knows where this could lead too." Leslie leaned back in her chair and gulped. This is good news she thought, maybe I can move into a better teaching position if this goes right. "Without you agreeing to be the faculty adviser we would have a hard time getting this new class underway," Miss Wolfe added. Leslie thought for a moment as she looked over at Miss Wolfe. "Well, if the class is that important and it helps our young female students then I'm all for it," smiled Leslie. "Good, the first class is Monday after school in your classroom," Mrs Wright said as she leaned forward in her chair. "The program will last four days and will be taught totally in your classroom with no outside interference. Miss Wolfe will write up her evaluation of your participation and will submit it to me and the school district." "What about the overall class evaluation?" Leslie asked. "The success of this class depends upon your participation. Should you fail by not participating one hundred percent then the class will be a failure," Miss Wolfe replied as she stared at Leslie. "So, everything depends on me?" Leslie asked as she looked back and forth between Miss Wolfe and Mrs Wright. "That's right Mrs Gaye," Miss Wolfe said. "I need your total buy-in. I need you to trust my judgment at all times and obey my instructions without question." The woman's eyes seemed to bore into her. "I need you one hundred percent no questions asked participation." For a moment, Leslie was silent as she tried to take in Miss Wolfe's words. "Very well," she said at last. "It seems it is the Christian thing to do to help these young girls going into high school." Leslie saw the two women glance at each other, but then Miss Wolfe stood up. "That's the spirit, Mrs Gaye," she said, finally smiling. Mrs Wright also stood. "That is excellent, Leslie. We knew we could count on you to help us make this new approach a success." That night, after she had excitedly told her husband about the meeting, Leslie thanked God on her knees for his wisdom. She understood now why He had put her there, that it was His plan for her to assist Mrs Wolfe so that this new after-hours class would lead to something bigger. And in his mercy, he had given her the role of helper, rather than teacher. All she had to do was to obey instructions, and she knew all about obedience: all her life she had obeyed the will of her Savior.