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Report Card (Mf, school, ped)
by Anonymnous Author - 1995 -
****
Little Suzy Fisher could hardly wait. The cute ten-year-old
girl was sitting in third row seat of the schoolroom, almost
breathless with excitement. In a moment she would know if her
efforts had succeeded.
Nobody looking at the sweet innocence of the virginal young
beauty would have guessed the turmoil that was running through
the child's mind. Except for a slight flush where her neck had
gotten red from excitement, nobody in the room would have ever
suspected that little Suzy Fisher was worried about her report-
card. Suzy was an exceptionally precocious little girl, and
might normally have been accused of being a "teacher's pet" be-
cause of her amazingly good grades.
Nobody would ever make such an accusation in John Stockda-
le's classroom though. "Mr." Stockdale was as well known and
feared by his students for being strict and fair as he was liked
by the faculty for the high quality of his teaching. At the
moment, he was busy handing out report-cards to the class. With
each name called, a student went up to his desk, exchanged a few
words with him, and returned. A few came back looking glad or
excited. Most came back looking relieved. Only 2 came back
looking like they weren't pleased with the results, and it was no
surprise to Suzy when it came to those two. "Cindy Macon" Called
Mr. Stockdale. Suzy watched as her sexy cousin got up, shook her
beautiful long brunette hair over her shoulders from where it had
been dangling down to her almost fully developed breasts. At
eleven, Cindy looked much more mature than the 6-month difference
in their ages would have suggested. While Suzy looked barely
more than a tomboy, with little buds for breasts, and only a
slight padding starting to develop on her slim hips, Cindy looked
almost like a full-grown woman. Her swaying hips, and full
breasts had more than one of the members of the faculty having
wet dreams about getting her alone. More than one of the older
boys in the school had already tried, but Suzy knew that her sexy
cousin had turned them all down. Suzy wasn't sure she could have
refused some of the boys if they had asked her, but Cindy seemed
to be holding herself back for someone. Suzy watched as her
cousin returned to her seat with a quick glance and a smile that
reassured her that her cousin had done OK.
"Christ." Suzy muttered to herself. Wouldn't the man ever
get to her? Only 2 more students remained. Then only 1.
"Finally." Suzy breathed as she got ready to rise and get her
report card. But he didn't call her name. Instead he said
"That's it, see you all next semester." The teacher paused and
then continued "Suzy Fisher. Could I see you in my office for a
few minutes. I'd like to talk to you about your report-card."
Suzy felt the blood drain from her face, as she turned white
as a sheet. "Oh NO!" She thought. "Not after all this
trouble." She couldn't fail now! As she unsteadily got to her
feet she looked around at the faces of the other children who's
eyes were on her like spotlights. She saw sympathy in most of
them, but sympathy was not what she wanted. Right now, she
wanted the floor to swallow her up, before she started to cry!
She had worked so hard! How could she have failed now?
John Stockdale ("Mr. Stockdale" to his students) was a stern
man, but he wasn't cruel. When he saw the result his announce-
ment had to his best student, he berated himself for an idiot.
"Oh no!" He explained in a rush. "It's not that! Your
grades are fine! In fact, that's what I wanted to talk to you
about." He paused then continued "Are you all right?"
He really was worried, because the little girl looked like
she was going to faint right there on the floor in front of
everybody.
"No, Mr. Stockdale. I'm fine." Suzy replied as her breath
came back. "Just a little dizzy is all." The young girl could
feel her thin dress clinging to her body like a wet tee-shirt.
She realized that all the boys were gawking at her as the materi-
al clung to her budding tits, and she could feel her panties were
soaked with sweat.
Realizing that the show was over, the class started to
disperse, but not before Suzy caught a reassuring smile from her
best friend and cousin Cindy.
Suzy was now starting to feel a little chilly and sticky as
the sweat which had broken out, now soaked her clothes. Grate-
fully, she followed the teacher's waved invitation into the
little office next to the main classroom. This office was as
neat as you might have expected for someone like Mr. Stockdale.
Suzy slid into the wooden chair that he had available for guests,
not noticing that her short little dress, now sticky with perspi-
ration, stuck to the back of the chair as she sat down and lifted
the front up almost to her navel, exposing the thin soaked pan-
ties that were pulled tight into her pre-pubescent little slit.
John Stockdale's breath came out with a rush as he sat down
in his chair and noticed how much of the little girl's charms
were exposed to his view. "Ahhh Suzy." He exclaimed "Don't you
think you'd better . . ." He waved an embarrassed arm at where
the child was unknowingly exposing herself.
Suzy looked down, and this time she actually did faint from
embarrassment. "Oh Gawd!" Was her last intelligible thought as
she slid to the floor in a boneless heap. There was a slight
ripping sensation, then she was on the floor completely naked
from the waist down. Her dress, still suck to the chair, had
gone up around her armpits, while her panties had caught in the
leg of the chair as it went over, and almost ripped them com-
pletely off.
John's first thought was for the child. He bounded from his
chair, and managed to catch her head before it hit the concrete
floor. "Suzy, SUZY! Are you all right?" He asked as he cradled
the now almost half-naked little girl in his arms.
Suzy slowly came around. Her teacher's face was next to
hers and she had never seen him look so worried. "I'm Ok Mr.
Stockdale" She said woozily, as she snuggled into the comforting
arms of the older man.
The teacher continued to hold the little girl as she recov-
ered. Suddenly, the feel of naked skin on his bare hand, caused
him to realize what was happening. He looked down at the child
in his arms, and almost dropped her. He saw a half-naked little
girl in his big burly arms. One hand was holding onto her naked
little ass, while his thumb was sticking between her legs, and
almost entering her virginal crack. A half a pair of white gauzy
panties still clung to one leg, but the other was completely
bare. A cold sweat of fear broke out. If anyone came in, his
ass was grass! No jury in the world would find him innocent of
child molestation and probably statutory-rape as well. "Oh
Jesus." He muttered. How did he ever get himself into such a
mess?
"Suzy, Please?" He almost cried. "Can you get up?"
Suzy aroused herself at his tortured plea. "Whatever is the
matter?" She thought, as she tried to get back to her feet.
Then she felt the cold air around her bottom and remembered what
had happened. "You must think I'm terrible." She whispered as
she vainly tried to pull her shattered panties back together.
"Exposing myself to you like that." The little girl was almost
in tears as she kept trying to make a half-a-pair of panties do
what a whole one was barely capable of. She didn't realize that
she was giving the older man a better view of her pre-adolescent
charms than if she had just given up. As it was, viewing the
little girl in dishabille had given the man an erection that
threatened to split his trousers.
"Uh Suzy. Just take them off, and put them in your bag."
The older man instructed. John's hard-on kept growing, in spite
of his good intentions. as he watched the girl in her disarray.
"But what if somebody sees?" The little girl wailed.
John's hair stood on end. If anybody heard. . .
"Just pull your dress down, and walk naturally. Nobody will
notice." He reassured her.
"Oh Mr. Stockdale, I didn't mean to come in here and tease
you." She smiled bravely up at him, suddenly aware that his
pants were bulging slightly. "Though I might, if I were older."
She added smilingly as kind of an afterthought.
"And I might enjoy it, young lady. If you were older." He
replied. "Now back to business." He continued as he watched the
child smoothing her short dress down over the flat little belly
that he would remember in his wet dreams for the rest of his
life. "Your report-card."
Suddenly all ears, Suzy jerked back to attention. Her
report card! She had been waiting all year for this moment.
"All 'A's, of course." John Stockdale didn't realize the
effect this was having on the little girl sitting stunned in the
chair.
"I've won. I've WON" She thought to herself. The thought
grew too big to keep inside. "Wahooo!, I'VE WON!" She almost
shrieked as she jumped on the surprised teacher, wrapped her legs
around his body on the chair, and kissed him full on the mouth.
John couldn't help but respond. The sensuality of this
young girl was going to land him in jail yet, he thought. He
still couldn't resist opening his mouth and sticking his tongue
out to see what her response would be. To his surprise, the
little girl responded by opening her mouth, and almost swallowing
his tongue. Then her little tongue was licking his. He felt her
wet little pussy on top of his bulging pants as she wrapped her
little arms around him and gave him the kissing of his life.
John had felt too much. His cock exploded in his pants.
Suzy knew it was happening, because her wild ride on top of
him got suddenly slicker. Her bare pussy sent it's flood down to
join the slick stain that was seeping up to where her little
crack was rubbing against the bulge in his slacks.
"Thank You. Thank You." She murmured as she gave him one
final hug, and a last little grind with her hips.
"Thank YOU! my dear, but I could get in a lot of trouble, if
anybody ever found out about this." He replied.
"I'll never tell." She responded as with one last soul-
hungry kiss, she returned to her demure station in the other
chair. "Now what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" She
inquired. "I don't think that was it." She added with a giggle.
"Though I'll never really be sure now, will I?" This last was
added with a sparkle in her eye, and a burst of youthful enthu-
siasm that took all the sting out.
"No. Ahem." John cleared his throat, and tried to get back
on subject. "Suzy, you know you've gotten good grades this
year." This was more of a statement than a question.
Suzy nodded. She should have. She'd certainly worked hard
enough!
"What you don't know, is that the faculty has been following
your progress with some interest. We've never seen such dedica-
tion and hard work. Now, I've had a couple of students that were
smarter than you, though not very many. But I've never had a
student get grades this good for a whole year. Now normally, we
like to see our students excel in their work, but this is far
from normal. Do you see what I mean?"
Suzy was confused. Would he get to the point?
"I mean, it's unusual for a girl your age to study this hard
and long, and neglect play and sports and other children
and. . .?" His voice trailed off in a questioning tone.
"So?" She prompted.
"So. What I mean is. . ." He paused, then blurted. "Are
your parents forcing you to do this? Will you get in trouble if
you don't?" It was hard to get the question out, but he felt he
must. After all, child-abuse took many forms.
All of a sudden, the secrecy, the questions the worried look
on her teacher's face all fell into place in Suzy's mind. She
couldn't help it, she started to giggle. It started out as a
snicker, then a "tee hee" then a guffaw, then a roar! The girl
gasped and choked and laughed till her sides ached. "Do you mean
to tell me that you think my parents might be. . ." The thought
was too funny. She burst into laughter again.
"Abusing you. It does happen." He couldn't help but snick-
er a little himself, her laughter was so infectious.
At this moment there was an interruption. Cindy had been
worried when her cousin and best-friend didn't come out of the
office. She had waited patiently outside, and had almost rushed
in when she had heard a loud cry earlier but hadn't dared enter.
Now, hearing what sounded like loud cries of pain, she decided
she'd better check.
"Suzy, Are you OK?" She called as she opened the door. At
first, it looked like a rape scene. Her cousin was rolling on
the floor holding her sides and screaming with what appeared to
be pain. The little girl's dress was halfway up her naked little
belly, and her panties were scattered on the floor. Their teach-
er was on the floor leaning over the little girl trying to calm
her down, with one hand on each side of her naked waist. The
screams intensified.
"Whoop! Whoop!" Suzy chortled. Now her best friend was
getting into the act. It was too much. Her sides ached so much,
she could hardly move.
"No, Cindy. Stop it." She barely managed to choke out as
she saw her cousin about ready to bean their teacher with a book-
end. "It's OK. Really!"
"Are you sure?" Cindy realized that maybe things weren't
quite what they had seemed, but she held onto her impromptu
weapon anyway. "What's the matter then?" She asked, as she
started to realize that these weren't cries of pain, but of
laughter, and the tears in her little cousin's eyes were from the
strain of trying to stop. "What's so Goddamn funny?"
"He, He, Heee." Suzy choked. "He thinks Daddy might be
abusing me!"
At this Cindy started to snicker. Pretty soon, she was
holding onto her cousin as both of them rolled on the floor in
laughter, the bookend lying forgotten in the corner.
Finally, John Stockdale could stand it no more. "Will some-
body explain why this is so funny?" He asked. "Some people do
force their children awfully hard, and child abuse is not funny!"
Cindy was the only one who was in a condition to answer.
"You've never met Dan Fisher have you?" She asked.
"Why yes I have. Several times. At PTO meetings" He re-
plied.
"Ever been to his house?"
"No, of course not. I don't get to many of my student's
homes. And generally not unless there's a problem." All of them
knew that Suzy would never be considered a "problem" student.
"Well I go there all the time, and that girl's father wor-
ships the ground she walks on. He tries to not let it show, but
anybody can see it in his eyes. He'd kill anybody who even tried
to hurt his daughter." She paused. "I think she loves him the
same way." She added as an afterthought.
"Now." She said, changing the subject. "What happened to
your underpants?"
"Feh. Fell. Fell off the chair." Suzy chortled as she
pointed to the chair where a wisp of cotton still clung to the
leg. She didn't seem to realize that her bare belly and hairless
little vagina were exposed for all to view.
"Well we'd better do something before somebody else comes in
here and reaches the wrong conclusions. Here." She said lifting
her dress right in front of the surprised teacher. "Hold my
dress up, while I get out of these.
John was too surprised to argue. He watched in astonishment
as the sensuous little girl stepped out of her shoes while he
held up her dress and then calmly peeled out of her panty-hose
and lacy panties. He almost had his nose in the child's belly
button, and he could smell the aroma rising from the sparse hair
that covered her dainty little crack.
"Put on these." Cindy directed as she tossed the almost see-
through panties at her cousin, then started to step back into her
panty-hose. At this time, she realized what she was doing in
front of her teacher. She followed his gaze down to her suddenly
wet cunt, and then back up to his face. "I'm sorry." She said.
"I'm so used to going around naked with my brothers, that I
forgot you weren't one of them."
"Lucky little brothers." He replied as she calmly rolled
the panty-hose up her thighs without bothering to cover herself.
"Lucky you too. Maybe." It was almost a promise.
"I'd better not chance it." He replied as another surge of
fear went through him. He'd better get these two sexpots out of
his office before some father came after him with a shotgun.
"Your loss." She seemed at ease as she shrugged her dress
back down, now looking no different than when she came in. "If
you ever decide different. . ." She left the idea hanging.
"If." He made no promises. "Now Suzy, if somebody wasn't
forcing you to do this, why did you almost kill yourself to do
this well in school? I have to tell the faculty something."
Suzy thought for a minute. It didn't hurt to tell somebody
now. "I had a bet." She replied.
"A bet!?" both of the other occupants of the room were
astonished.
"With my Father." Suzy amplified.
That explained it all to Cindy, but John Stockdale was
worried.
"What happened if you lost?" He asked. Maybe there was
abuse here after all.
"Nothing." Suzy replied. "I just didn't win. Daddy didn't
put any price on my losing. Just his disappointment. I really
wanted to win for him." She explained.
"It must have been some bet." Cindy stated.
"It was." Suzy wasn't going to explain any more.
"Well, I guess that takes care of that." John said as he
started to usher the two children out of his office.
"Thanks, Mr. Stockdale, I really appreciate your concern."
Suzy said as she reached up and gave him another long open-
mouthed kiss, right in front of her cousin this time.
Cindy watched with awe. Maybe something had been going on
between the two of them, she speculated. Not one to pass up an
opportunity, she tapped on her cousin's shoulder and said "My
turn."
John Stockdale couldn't believe it. He had just been kiss-
ing one of his little under-aged students in a manner that would
have been "Banned In Boston" and now the sexiest little girl in
the whole 5th-grade class wanted to do it with him. He knew he
wouldn't be able to sleep for a week with the horny dreams these
two horny sub-teens were going to give him. Still, he knew he
wasn't going to pass on the chance that half of the male faculty
members would give their right-nut to get.
"OK Cindy." He started to give her a peck on the lips.
Cindy Macon would have none of it. She opened her mouth,
and wormed her hot little tongue into his. She started licking
his teeth, and sucking obscenely on his tongue. "Mmmmmmph" She
said as they kissed madly. She started grinding her hips into
his with a sensuality that couldn't be contained. "Oh Mr. Stock-
dale. Someday, could you?" She said, as she finally pulled her
tongue out of his mouth. It was obvious what she was offering.
"Maybe." It was almost a promise. He reached down and
patted each girl on her firm young ass as he gave each of them a
final kiss. "Now scoot, both of you. Shoo!" He said as he
shoved them out of the door.
He pulled the door shut behind the two girls and collapsed
in his chair. "Whew!" He exclaimed as he tried to get over his
close call. Two minutes more, and he was sure that he would have
been fucking both of the pre-teens right on the floor, regardless
of the consequences. Jail, or father's shotguns, or pregnancy
be-dammed. He probably would have done it. "And almost worth it
too." He said to himself, as a pang passed through him for lost
opportunities. Then he remembered Cindy's last words. Maybe not
completely lost. He straightened his tie, took a last look
around his office, grabbed Suzy's discarded panties, stuffed them
in his pocket, and left the office whistling after he locked up.
Maybe life wasn't so bad as a 5th-grade school teacher!
"Suzy. did you?" Cindy had to find out. They were walking
home on the road, having missed the bus, and not wanting to wait
for the "Last-Call" bus that took the sports and gymnastics teams
home.
"Do anything with Mr. Stockdale? . . . NAW! Just kissed him
a little. But you know what?"
"What?" Cindy was all ears.
"I almost wanted to." it was almost a whisper. "I don't
know what I'd have done if he'd tried anything. After all, There
I was with my bare pussy almost in his face. I wouldn't have
blamed him if he tried."
"Tried to fuck you, you mean." The two girls had known each
other for so long that they had almost no secrets from each
other.
"Uh Huh. How about you. I saw you shoving your bare snatch
in his face. Brothers indeed!" She snickered.
Cindy snickered also. "I probably would have fucked him, if
you hadn't gotten him so scared. But about my brothers. Shows
how much you know." She replied. "Remember what I showed you
the other day? Well where do you think I learned how?"
"Who? Not Billy!?" Came the breathless question.
"Yep. My Horny big brother. Came into my room one night
last year, and taught me how to take care of a boy without get-
ting knocked-up. Charlene had just dropped him, and he figured I
wouldn't mind helping him out." She continued. "And I didn't.
He then helped me out."
"You don't mean?" The little girl couldn't help asking.
"Yeah, He ate me out. You ought to have your big brother
help you out."
"Oh I couldn't. Not with my own brother." Suzy was sure.
"Why not. I know the thought of making it with your father
doesn't bother you, so what's so different about your brother?"
"What do you know about my Father?" Suzy was now on the
defensive.
"I've seen the way you look at him. Practically cream your
jeans anytime he smiles at you. Not that I object. I'd kinda
like to have him get in my pants myself. He is sooo handsome."
Suzy had to agree but: "You keep your horny paws off my
Father. He's mine!" She said with finality.
"Ok OK! He's yours. Now what was that super bet you had
with your father? A car? . . . You're too young. I know what
I'd bet my Father if he'd let me." Her voice stopped and she
speculatively looked over at her cousin. Naw! It couldn't be.
"Anything I want." Suzy's voice was a whisper.
"Anything?" The older girl's incredulity showed.
"He said if he could do it, or get it without hurting some-
body else, then I could have it."
"Wow! No wonder you've been busting a gut for the past
year. What was the deal exactly?"
"Straight 'A's for 1 year. No 'B's or even 'A'-minus. It
had to be 'A' or 'A'-plus. On every report card, in every class,
on every test. He said if I did that, He'd let me have anything
I wanted. Anything." Her voice trailed off for a minute, then
resumed. "The only thing was, I couldn't tell a soul. Not even
you. I couldn't tell anybody, until I either won or lost. He
said I had to do it on my own. The only one who knew was Mother.
Sorry Cindy, but this is absolutely the first time I could tell
you."
"Wow. Anything. That covers a lot. I know what I'd want
if my Daddy offered me a deal like that." She wiggled her hips
suggestively. "You wouldn't be planning something like that
would you?" The thought amused the older girl for a minute, then
suddenly she looked harder at her now silent cousin and best
friend.
The two girls had reached their parting place, where the
paths to their 2 houses split. Suzy was already several steps
down the other path when Cindy asked louder. "Would you?"
For minute it looked as though Cindy would never get an
answer as Suzy walked further and further away. Then a ghost of
a whisper came back to the older girl. It was very faint, but it
sounded like: "It's a start."