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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.

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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.