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 Rachel walked into her office and shut the door firmly.  Her head was still
a bit swimmy, her breath slightly quicker than normal.  She sat down in her
chair and breathed out heavily.

   She opened the cupboard that was under the desk and took out her
handbag, and from it she took out her little bullet vibrator.

   She checked the door, she didnt normally do this in the office, but the
feeling of frustration was so pent up she had to let go.  She couldn't
quite believe the way she was feeling.

   He was a boy of 14.  She was a headteacher of 38.  She had just been to
his head of years office to discipline him.  He was causing havoc in his
class and it had escalated to the point where she was required to be
present and show her authority.  But god he was so full of attitude and
energy.  She could not help but respond and found her words echoing oddly
as she just watched his body, all tense and full of rage until he slowly
capitulated to her becoming compliant and apologetic.  Sorrowful even, but
with an attractive vulnerability.

   She called up his pupil file on her office computer her eyes regularly
darting between his photograph and the regular notes that had been added by
his teachers, while her hand slipped under her panties to push the vibrator
against her so wet clit.  She knew he would be a handfull if ever...

   No!  She had to stop thinking like this.  She closed the file, and put
her vibrator away, she hadn't finished but she must control herself.

   Two minutes later she had his file back open and was studying his
picture again.  She made a mental note of his address.  Her journey to and
from work could easily take in that street.  No harm in that was there?