My First Teaching Job Parts 1 to 6

By Hooked6

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My First Teaching Job – Part 1  (Teen CFNM, CMNF)
By Hooked6 ([email protected])
 

“YOU JUST STAND THERE UNTIL THE DEAN GETS HERE!” I shouted at the naked teenage boy who was standing in my office. “And I don’t want to hear another word out of that mouth of yours or there will be hell to pay, is that clear, Mister?”
 
The young boy nodded his head and stood there meekly as his eyes nervously darted around the room.
 
You’re probably wondering how a naked teenager came to be standing in my office. In today’s highly regulated school environments with high tech surveillance cameras and school resource officers this seems like a highly improbable situation to find oneself in.
 
It was a different time when I first began my teaching career. It was a simpler, less complicated time in some ways and in others a much more repressive time. Sometimes I wonder which age was better. One thing is certain, however, and that is that I’ll never forget that first year out of college. Never!
 
I had just graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree majoring in Physical Education in 1964. Being a 23 year old female thought I’d never get a job coaching high school students in my favorite sport of basketball. This was long before Title IX worked its way into the education system requiring schools to provide opportunities for girls’ competitive sporting activities. But the handwriting was on the wall thanks to President Lyndon Johnson. It took me over a year to find a position. It was at an old but respected private high school in the South. I was hired as a P.E. instructor with the mandate to get as many female students able to qualify for and receive the Presidential Physical Fitness award. Prior to my arrival only the males participated in any sort of physical education program. The idea was that P.E was for boys and Home Economics was for girls. The school dangled the prospect of someday forming a girls’ basketball team. Though money was not yet available in the school’s budget for this the interest was apparently there and the idea had broad parental support according the school’s administration. My position was the first step towards making this goal a reality. So with excitement and a little apprehension, I accepted the job of teaching girls’ P.E.
 
As you can imagine a female coach in the turbulent era of the mid-sixties was quite rare. There were some but it was not common. It was the time of mini-skirts, revealing clothes and long hair. Women were supposed to be housewives or trophies for their husbands. If they had a career at all it was usually confined to the more traditional roles of nurse or the ubiquitous cashier or waitress. I knew I was breaking ground and that I was going to be facing some challenges entering a man’s world but I was determined to pursue my dream – to help young girls realize their potential. If it sounds like I was a feminist I wasn’t. Feminism wasn’t really a popular concept back then. I just wanted to do what I enjoyed. Though I was somewhat shy and not very outspoken as a rule, I figured that these very qualities might help me overcome the tensions and barriers that I might encounter. The fact that I was easy to get along with, rather than having an “in-your-face” personality, might be the key to success as far as the males were concerned. I was also told I was pretty – which I wasn’t sure if that might be an advantage or a hindrance to me but I needed all the help I could get.
 
School was already in session when I arrived on my first day at work, the term having started the week prior to my interview. There were many details to be worked out as you can well imagine. Coach Thomas, the Athletic Director for the school, was my immediate supervisor. The gymnasium was at least 20 years old was certainly wasn’t designed to accommodate coeducational sporting activities. Nonetheless he had arranged for the girl’s taking P.E. to use the visitor’s locker-room for the classes and the boys would continue to use their traditional “home team” locker. To prevent unforeseen problems the boys P.E. classes would be held on even hours and the girl’s classes on odd numbered hours thereby keeping the sexes somewhat separated for the most part. It sounded reasonable to me.
 
The first time I saw my working environment I was somewhat dismayed by the layout of the area. Coach Thomas and I shared the same small but functional office which was sandwiched between the Home and Visitor’s lockers with three doors: one to enter each locker-room and one that led to the main hallway. As I settled in and began arranging my desk I became acutely aware of rather loud noises coming from outside the room. I looked up and to my total dismay saw a large plate-glass window on the wall next to Coach Thomas’ desk that opened into the boys’ locker room. There before my eyes were about a dozen or more boys in varying states of undress. When I spotted one boy totally naked I quickly averted my eyes and looked away rather embarrassingly!
 
“Oh don’t worry,” my boss said, “they can’t see you. It’s one-way glass.”
 
“But . . . why?”
 
“Why the window?  You’re joking right? Honestly Susan, you don’t expect me to leave 30 adolescent teenage boys without supervision, do you? Can you imagine the trouble they’d get into? Why there would be fights and all sorts of mischief – someone may get hurt. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to intervene over the years. It’s a necessary evil I’m afraid. Besides, this way the boys can’t tell if I am watching them or not. I can’t be in here every moment of the day you know. Sometimes when I’m not here you’ll have to see to things for me. That’s part of the reason the school board created this job – to give me some help. It’s not a perfect system but it works. Well most of the time anyway.” He then gave me that condescending look as if I was somehow an incompetent female and said, “Surly you can handle THAT can’t you? Boys will be boys. It just goes with the territory. You’re in a position of authority representing this school and I expect you to do your part.”
 
I nodded my head and then, fearing for my own students’ modesty, quickly scanned the walls for an equivalent window into the girls’ room but thankfully there wasn’t one. I chalked it up to one of the “necessary accommodations” he had talked about when I was interviewed. I wasn’t about to make waves so I accepted the arrangement.
 
Over the next few days I witnessed most of the male student body completely naked, showering; changing into and out of their P.E. uniforms and the like. Despite being rather liberal minded this was something I had never experienced and I was most uncomfortable with the whole situation – intrigued yes, but most uncomfortable. Some of those boys were only a few years younger than me!  It was all I could do to keep Coach Thomas from catching me blushing! Though we weren’t always in the office together at the same time, mercifully Coach Thomas somehow managed to be around when any boys’ disciplinary problems arose. Still, it was hard to avoid the sight of naked teenagers parading back and forth so one day I discreetly arranged my desk at a slight angle as much as possible so that I wasn’t directly facing the window. It didn’t eliminate the problem as I was still expected to keep an “eye on things,” but it did minimize my discomfort somewhat.
 
As with most things I eventually grew accustomed to it and the rigors of my job kept me occupied. After two months it was no longer such a complete distraction for me. Oh I still found myself looking a little longer than necessary at times, indulging in a little admiration for the beauty that is male – we are all only human after all, but basically there was so much more to do than I had time for and I was determined to succeed.
 
Things seemed to be working out. Then one day one of my female students came to my office needing a P.E. Excusal slip signed.  She apparently needed it so she could attend an appointment with her guidance counselor. She came to my office immediately prior to her gym class – normally a hectic moment for me. As she stood there doing a very poor job of trying to explain why she needed to be excused from class I saw her eyes grow wide and several times she lost her train of thought and just stood there mumbling. At first I figured she was just trying to think of a plausible lie in order to obtain a legitimate excuse to skip class so I kept challenging her, forcing her to explain herself. Despite my efforts she still kept that wide-eyed look as she talked with me almost like she was in a daze. When I finally asked her if she was ill she just smirked and pointed to the window at an angle to me and said with a bit of a stutter, “Look Coach!” There in clear view of both of us through the window were at least a dozen naked male junior classmen going about their usual routine after class!
 
My first reaction was to blush, fearing that something terribly wrong had just happened by me letting this young teenage girl witness such a thing. Then I saw the expression on her face – such an excited and energetic look. It was addictive. I could relate to what this girl was feeling as I myself had probably felt the same way only a few weeks earlier unexpectedly seeing my first naked student.  I let her gaze linger at the window a little longer than I should have before taking control of the situation.  I quickly signed her slip and handed it to her, “Here’s your slip now off to your appointment. “
 
“But . . . coach . . . you can see . . . I mean . . . they’re NAKED” she said giggling. “Do they know you are in here watching them?!”
 
“Coach Thomas and I both watch them to make sure they behave themselves. I’m a teacher and a coach, Miss Edwards, not some wacko. It’s part of my job.”
 
Just then I noticed a terrified look on her face as her voice cracked, “Does Coach Thomas watch  . . . you know . . . the girl’s too?!”
 
The look of embarrassment and horror on her face as she pondered that thought was intoxicating. What a great opportunity to take advantage of this fear in her and improve my own ability keep my students in line. I calmly but firmly told her, “Just like a good mother, I know when you girls are misbehaving. You never know when you are being watched, Miss Edwards, so you had better be on your best behavior at all times.”
 
“But, Coach!”
 
I didn’t want to explain further so I quickly ushered her out of the office and watched her staring at the door as I closed it. 
 
I was sure it wouldn’t be long before news of what had happened leaked out around campus. I approached Coach Thomas and told him about the incident and about my concerns. He just shrugged his shoulders and said, “Sounds like it couldn’t have been avoided. It happens sometimes but we are all professionals here.”
 
“Yes but, with this office arrangement the way it is it’s likely to happen again. It’s awkward. What if . . .”
 
My boss interrupted me by raising his hand to keep me from saying anything further. I was clearly aware that he felt my presence and gender as coach was creating all sorts of issues that he’d rather not deal with. Issues like these were tailor-made to prove that women didn’t belong in athletics.  To his credit he tried to maintain some level of accommodation and said, “Look, Susan, I’m sure that you can handle this. Just use your best judgment. Everyone here at this school knows we are attempting something new and things are bound to occur that we haven’t planned for. Just make the best of it and focus on YOUR JOB, Coach, okay? Now I have to get going. I’m late as it is.”
 
Now it was my turn just to stand there confused.  “Just use your best judgment indeed!” What kind of advice is that?  As I turned around to sit at my desk I saw another naked teenage boy walking towards the showers.  All I could do was stare into the locker-room. “This shouldn’t be so hard,” I thought to myself with frustration. Then I caught the humor in what I just said and laughed out loud.  “Girls are supposed to know exactly how to handle things that are hard. We do it all the time! I’m sure I can find a way to deal with this.”
 
The bell rang and I headed towards the gym with a silly grin on my face.
 
 


 
My First Teaching Job – Part 2  (Teen CFNM, CMNF)
By Hooked6 ([email protected])

 
The next day I walked into the gym to conduct my fist class of the day and immediately all activity ceased and for the first time in a long time the area was completely silent as all the girls just stared at me. THAT never happened before. Usually I had to blow my whistle several times and follow up by yelling at the girls to get their attention and quit horsing around.
 
Amazed I just looked at the girls wondering what in the world was going on. I then looked down at my clothes to make sure I wasn’t exposing something I shouldn’t have been and thought, “OH . . . so THAT’S what this is about! The girls must have heard about the secret window and being watched.”
 
“Alright, let’s start with five laps around the court.”
 
“Yes, Coach Susan,” they all replied in unison, and they all took off without a groan or word of protest.
 
“What the heck?” I muttered to myself. That never happened before either. I didn’t even have to blow my whistle!  Maybe I was onto something here.  Surely the fact a teacher was keeping an eye on them wasn’t responsible for this sudden change in behavior. It must have been the thought that COACH THOMAS might have been watching them that gave them pause. The fear of being seen naked by the opposite sex is a powerful motivator.  Well I never SAID that Coach Thomas was spying on them, I just said they never knew when they might be observed doing something they shouldn’t. If better behavior was the result of this little misunderstanding who was I to complain? Teachers have been using rumors for years to keep their students in line. I’m sure everyone remembers the rumor of the dreaded “spanking machine” in the Principal’s office or the paddle with needles on it. None of these were true of course but the rumors served their purpose back then and made a trip to the Principal’s office something to be avoided at all costs – unlike today when students know they can get away with murder without suffering any consequences.
 
The class went without a hitch and when it was over, the girls all reluctantly headed towards the locker-room to shower and change.  While in my office I realized that it was awfully quiet – something that usually means there’s trouble afoot so I went out the office door that led to the locker area and saw that all the girls where already dressed. I also noticed the shower area was dry and this being the first class of the day the floor should have been wet.
 
“You girls know you are all required to take showers after P.E. I’ll give you all two minutes to get undressed and get in the showers or you’ll all spend the ENTIRE class tomorrow running laps. Now GET MOVING!”
 
Most of the girl’s mouths dropped open while others nervously looked around the room. I knew what they were thinking – that Coach Thomas was going to see them naked. Okay privately that was an interesting thought as he was quite a good-looking, athletic guy and even I would get week-kneed think he might see me that way. Still I couldn’t have the students running the school. Rules were rules and I was charged with maintaining order. I decided not to let the cat out of the bag and just stand my ground. Up to now many of the girls were what today are known as “Drama Queens” anyway so it would be a good lesson for them to learn that sometimes you had to do things that you didn’t like. Besides, a lot was riding on the success of this program for girls so I figured I needed all the extra help I could get. “GET MOVING, GIRLS!” I shouted as I forcefully clapped my hands. “Let’s get the lead out! No one had better be late for their next class either or there will be hell to pay! MOVE IT!”
 
Once they realized I was serious it was like someone had spotted a mouse on the floor! Arms and legs were flailing everywhere as the girls frantically stripped to their underwear as I watched. Eventually everyone was naked cowering behind each other to avoid being seen. It wasn’t long before there was a line at the gang shower-heads as everyone tried to get this process over with without delay so they could get dressed again. I had to laugh to myself as only a few weeks earlier none of these girls would have thought a thing about getting their showers. Powerful forces were at work here - powerful forces indeed.
 
I think this class set a record for the fastest showers ever! They were through and out the door before even the first bell rang announcing the change of class. I was going to have to remember this and file it away for future use.  Little Miss Edwards may not have realized it but she had done me a tremendous service being the gossip-monger that she was. Of course I realized that I’d have to tell them sooner or later but not before I established myself as a serious coach and authority figure.
 
Feeling smug with my new found confidence I set out to achieve my goals not as concerned as I had been about my place at the school. A lot of my self-doubts about my abilities to do the job in a man’s world seemed, from then on, to be relegated to the back of my mind as things started falling into place.
 
Yes Coach Susan belonged here and the world had better watch out!
 
Yeah, well it’s funny how the universe can conspire against you when you think everything is “perfect.”
 
It wasn’t long after that – a few weeks maybe that I was busy in my office doing some grading when I heard some serious shouting coming from the boy’s locker-room. I quickly looked up and there was a fight – not just some playful jousting - but a serious fist-throwing, stomach busting fight among several boys in the showers.  Oh GAWD! I had dreaded this day. I frantically went out the office door that led into the hallway to see if Coach Thomas was around but I didn’t spot him. I hurried into the gym but it was empty. He would have to pick this day to be away from his desk! DAMN!!
 
The sounds emanating from the locker-room had grown in intensity and the repetitive chant of “FIGHT  –  FIGHT  -  FIGHT” was now echoing throughout the gymnasium. I recalled the words of Coach Thomas on my first day as we spoke about maintaining discipline: “Sometimes when I’m not here you’ll have to see to things for me. That’s part of the reason the school board created this job. You CAN handle that can’t you?”
 
I knew that I HAD to do SOMETHING.  I swallowed hard, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and rushed through the door of the boy’s locker.
 
“WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?  BREAK IT UP!” I shouted trying my best to sound authoritative. The cracking of my high pitched voice didn’t help matters apparently as the boys kept fighting.  If I didn’t get these boys under control soon I would never be able to do my job. “I SAID BREAK IT UP!” I shouted again as I attempted to wade through the pile of naked bodies that were now wrestling on the floor. I had never seen so many naked butts and penises up close in my entire life!!! I was very intimidating let me tell you. I would have to pick today to wear shorts and a tank top!!
 
I grabbed a hold of the boy on top that seemed to be the most aggressive and tried to pull him off the pile. THAT was a mistake. His arm came flying backwards at me and slapped me in the face causing me to scream!!
 
An audible gasp filled the room as the boys realized what had just happened.
 
I was more shocked than in pain but the scream caused everyone to freeze – for which I was eternally grateful.
 
“IT’S COACH SUSAN!!!” one of the boys shouted in a panic and suddenly all the boys upon seeing that a girl was in their locker-room immediately began using their hands to cover themselves.  I seized the moment to grab that boy again and pulled him up to a standing position holding his arm as tightly as I could.
 
“WHAT’S GOING ON HERE? Who started this?” I barked trying not to sound intimidated.
 
I didn’t have to wait long for an answer. “HE DID!” several of the boy’s hollered as they pointed at the naked boy I was holding. “Adam Connors started it. He hit Tommy here because he accidentally bumped into him coming out of the showers.”
 
I looked around at all the boys and their faces were a combination of embarrassment and terror. I knew I had control now. My gender gave me the power I lacked physically to maintain order. I slowly looked around the room at each boy making sure they each saw that I deliberately glanced at their privates and I made sure that they also saw me smirk each time I noticed that they had seen me doing that.  Suddenly I felt the anger and hostility in the room abate and this pack of testosterone-charged boys became docile and manageable.
 
“YOU, Adam Conners, will come with me. The rest of you finish washing up and get dressed. “
 
“Yes, Coach,” they all answered in unison, just like my girls had done previously. There was no doubt about who was in charge now.
 
I yanked the arm of my charge and spun his naked little self around and headed for the door that led to the hallway – much to his horror I’m sure. After that disrespectful slap in the face he had just given me I didn’t care if there were girls in the hallway or not!
 
“She’s taking him out NAKED!” I heard one boys whisper incredulously to the others. Another added, “I wonder where she’s taking him?”
 
“OH MY GAWD!” I heard a girl say as I opened the door and led Adam out of the locker-room.
 



My First Teaching Job – Part 3  (Teen CFNM, CMNF)
By Hooked6 ([email protected])
 


“She’s taking him out NAKED!” I heard one boys whisper incredulously to the others. Another added, “I wonder where she’s taking him?”
 
“OH MY GAWD!” I heard a girl say as I opened the door and led Adam out of the locker-room.
 
The sound of the sophomore girl’s shock at the sight of this naked boy being dragged out into the hallway didn’t even faze me. My mind was focused on more important issues – namely my credibility as a female coach. The boy tried to yank his arm from me and run as the female student stood there laughing hysterically. Big mistake; he wasn’t successful. The door to my office wasn’t but a few steps away and I could have easily made it in two or three seconds but this boy’s second act of defiance of trying to get away wasn’t going to go unchallenged. I stopped in mid-stride to prolong his exposure to his classmate. I purposely turned the boy, who was desperately trying to cover himself with his free hand but not doing a very good job of it, towards the girl so she could get a better look and increase the boy’s humiliation. I can be a bitch when someone tries to cross me.
 
“What’s going on coach?” the girl asked barely able to get the words out through her laughter.
 
“Adam was fighting in the showers and he is going to be punished.”
 
The girl’s eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open as she just stood there trying to take it all in.
 
“Tiffany, don’t you have a class to go to?”
 
“Yes, coach . . . but what’s going to . . .”
 
I interrupted her obvious question, “Tiffany I’m not going to tell you again. You had better get to your next class. You don’t want to end up just like Adam here, do you? I’m not in any mood to put up with students who don’t do as they’re told.”
 
The girl got a panicked look on her face and turned to scurry off, “No, Coach . . . Sorry, Coach!”
 
I felt the boy’s arm relax in my grip as he let out an audible sigh, “Thanks Coach.”
 
“THANKS? Thanks for WHAT?” I snapped. “You’re in big trouble mister,” I said as I spun him around and headed to my office.
 
As I opened the door I literally shoved the poor boy inside and followed him in. Part of me was hoping that Coach Thomas had returned and could see for himself that I could indeed handle any disciplinary problems for him but he wasn’t there.
 
The boy meekly moved away from me backing up against the wall that faced the hallway door as I entered the room.  My adrenalin was still pumping at an all-time high after dealing the with situation in the locker-room, that is until I heard the door click shut and I realized that I was now alone in the office with a naked boy. If he was indeed the violent sort I could have unwittingly put myself in danger as he could have easily taken advantage of me and no one would know or come to my aid.
 
One look at the embarrassment on his face, however, and I knew I still had control and that I had to keep it that way.
 
I picked up the phone and held the receiver up to my ear. “YOU JUST STAND THERE UNTIL THE DEAN GETS HERE!” I shouted at the naked teenage boy. “And I don’t want to hear another word out of that mouth of yours or there will be hell to pay, is that clear, Mister?”
 
The young boy nodded his head and stood there meekly as his eyes nervously darted around the room.
 
As I started to dial he interrupted me in a panic, “PLEASE Coach. Don’t call the dean. PLEASE!”
 
“And just why not? What you did was a serious violation of school rules. Fighting will NOT be tolerated.”
 
“Coach, PLEASE. You don’t understand. This is the second time I’ve gotten caught for fighting. I’ll get expelled!  I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again. I PROMISE! Please don’t call the Dean!.”
 
The boy looked all pitiful with his legs quivering and his face looking like he was about to cry. I actually almost felt sorry for him – almost. I couldn’t however give him the impression that I was a push-over or a softie. Everyone pleads for mercy after they have been caught! If I let him go after what had happened in front of all those witnesses my credibility would be trashed forever. I’d never be able to project authority or command respect in my job. I HAD to hold the line.
 
“Oh so I should just overlook this and let you go? Not a chance, mister. ESPECIALLY since you struck me on the face and this is your second time fighting. You obviously didn’t learn your lesson the first time. What makes you so special anyway? No, I HAVE to call the Dean.”
 
“I admit I was wrong and I’m sorry. I am REALLY very sorry. Isn’t there some other way? Can’t you handle this without calling the Dean? You’ll see. I’ve learned my lesson. You won’t see me fighting again. Can’t you think of another way – detention for a week maybe . . . two weeks or   . . .”
 
I interrupted him, “Didn’t I say to stand there quietly. Put your hands on your head and stand there without making a sound!”  The boy immediately complied and for the first time I noticed that he was . . . well . . . let’s just say he was indeed blessed in the male anatomy department. In all the excitement I hadn’t really noticed before. It was all I could do not to blush which would have really put me at a disadvantage if he noticed my discomfort.
 
Just then the hallway door opened and one of my students walked in. “Are you coming, Coach. It’s time for  . . . WHAT THE . . . ADAM?!  What’s going on, Coach ?” she said with her mouth wide open and a shocked look on her face as she looked up and down at the boy fully displayed for her unwitting inspection.
 
“Beth, I have a problem here that I must attend to. I’ll be there in a few minutes. In the mean time I want you to have the girls do calisthenics. You know the routine. Just keep them busy until I get there.”
 
The girl giggled and replied, “Yes Coach,” and then scurried out the door. Before the door closed it was easy to hear her shout down the hallway, “COACH HAS ADAM CONNERS NAKED IN HER OFFICE!!” followed by squeals of delight from some of the girls.
 
I was about to call out and chastise her before the door closed but then I saw the look on Adam’s face! It was priceless. I had never seen such an embarrassed, humiliated look on another human being in my entire life. This boy wasn’t so tough after all. He was putty in my hands. I put down the receiver and studied the boy for a moment as I pondered the situation. Clearly this boy’s suspension from school for fighting the first time failed to have any effect on his behavior or his temper. I doubted whether expulsion for a second offense would solve the problem either. He would just end up doing the same thing beating up some other poor soul at a different school.  The words of Coach Thomas rang loudly in my ears, “Just use your best judgment.”
 
Well, indeed that’s what they were paying me for, I supposed.  I studied the boy further making sure he knew I was considering his situation carefully.
 
“Adam,” I said with deliberation, “If I . . .”
 
“I’ll do anything you say Coach. I was wrong and any punishment you want me to do I’ll do it. You’ll see. Just don’t call the Dean.”
 
I walked right up to his face and stared at him, looking directly into his eyes silently for several moments. “You mean that? You’ll accept any punishment I deem appropriate?”
 
“Yes Coach. I promise, whatever you say.”
 
“We’ll see about that,” I said as I picked up the phone.
 
The color of his skin all but drained from his face. “But you said you weren’t calling the Dean!”
 
“I’m not,” I said calmly as I waited for someone to answer the phone.  The boy let out a HUGE sigh of relief as he stood there faithfully with his hands on top of his head.
 
“Hello, Mrs. Conners? This is Coach Susan at the high school.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
My First Teaching Job – Part 4  (Teen CFNM, CMNF)
By Hooked6 ([email protected])
 
“I’m sorry to bother you but I wonder if you would be able to come by the school right away. You see your son Adam is in trouble and I think we need to deal with this . . . No he’s not injured but he did hurt another student . . . “ I could hear the anger rising in this woman’s voice as I continued my conversation. It was just the sort of reaction that I was hoping for. Clearly this mother cared enough about her son to set things right.  “Yes, that’s right. I’m at the gym. Just come to the Coach’s office and I’ll meet you there.”
 
When I hung up the phone I looked at Adam and gave him a smirk. I was sure he hadn’t expected me to call his mother. “Well, it’s better than the Dean isn’t it? And, you did say you would accept any punishment I thought appropriate. Well, this is the best way to sort this out without involving the Dean.”  I was actually proud of myself for thinking of this solution. It was responsible and, more to the point, it hit home with the boy. I could tell that it hit a sensitive spot by the sheer look of terror in his eyes as he heard my reasoning.
 
Adam lowered his head and looked at the floor. Much to my surprise he still kept his hands on top of his head remaining obedient and completely exposed to me. He knew he had really done it this time and I suspected he wanted to get out of this with the least amount of difficulty possible.
 
“Is she on her way?” he asked apprehensively still looking at the floor.
 
“Yes. She’ll be here in 15 minutes. I guess you don’t live too far from the school.”
 
“Can I get my clothes from my locker now?”
 
To this day I’m not sure exactly WHY, but I just smiled and simply said, “No.”
 
“WHAT?!”
 
“You just stay there until I say you can move. You had better demonstrate to me that you can follow rules and that you can indeed change, young man or our deal is off.” I then sat down at my desk and started working on my lesson plans.  The boy just looked at me in shock like he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.
 
Just then Coach Thomas walked in and stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing the naked boy against the wall. I glanced over at Adam and saw his face light up as if he was sure that I was the one going to get it now. To tell you the truth I thought at that very moment that this student might just be right!  I didn’t have the courage to look up at my boss, unsure as I was of what he’d say, so I just continued writing my lesson plans trying to look confident.
 
“What’s going on?” he finally asked as he shut the office door.
 
One of your students,” I said pointing at the boy. “He started a fight in the showers and I had to break it up. I dragged the little snot in here when he hit me in the face.”
 
“OH?” he said in an authoritative voice as he looked angrily at the boy. “Adam Conners - It figures. So did you call the Dean?”
 
I shuffled some papers on my desk trying to give the impression of confidence and that I was in control of the situation.  “No, I didn’t call the Dean.”
 
“You really need to report this.” He said as he headed towards the phone on his desk.
 
“No, I called his MOTHER. She’s coming right over.”
 
Just then Adam spoke up in a panicky voice and said, “Coach, make her give me back my clothes! She won’t let me have them. This is ridiculous. Make her give them back.”
 
The coach just chuckled and winkled at me. “Called his mother, eh? “
 
While he was still chuckling I replied, “Yep. Figured she needed to SEE what her son gets up to at school when she’s not around.”
 
“Good idea,” my boss said as he grabbed his whistle from his desk drawer and headed towards the door. From the expression on his face he knew what I was up to and tacitly decided not to interfere.
 
“BUT COACH!” the boy squealed nervously.
 
“Son, I think Coach Susan is being lenient. If it were up to me you’d be in front of the Dean right now and with your record believe me it wouldn’t go well. You made your bed now lie in it.”
 
Shortly after my boss left the room, the bell rang announcing the end of the class period. I had forgotten all about my Girl’s P.E. class! They had been alone for the entire class period! As I was pondering what mischief my girls might have gotten into, the office door opened and in walked one of my students – a different student than I had given the assignment to have the girls do calisthenics to. She had a silly, nervous but eager grin on her face as if she KNEW what to expect and seeing her naked classmate she wasn’t disappointed. I knew this was very humiliating for the boy but, to Adam’s credit, he just stood there with his hands on his head blushing as this girl looked him over.
 
“Yes?”
 
“Coach, we finished our exercises and took our showers. Betty did a good job. Just wanted you to know in case you are still busy,” the coed said giggling like . . . well, like a silly school girl.   
 
“Thank you. Would you have time to do me a favor? Adam is going to be late to his next class and I am all out of tardy slips to give him. Could you be a dear and stop by the office and have them send some down to me?”
 
,
 
“Certainly Coach!” she replied as she reluctantly left the room, looking back over her shoulder at the boy at least three times before actually exiting.
 
“That was horrid, Coach!” Adam said looking like he was about to faint.
 
“Why?” I asked as if I didn’t understand. “She was just letting me know about my class that I had to miss because of YOU! It was a very responsible thing to do on her part.”
 
“You wouldn’t understand.”
 
“Why? Because I’m a GIRL? Oh I get it. You’re sweet on Tiffany. Is THAT it?” I said snickering.  “She’s cute!” The boy’s face turned crimson as I added, “I wonder what she thinks of you now.”
 
As I continued to sit at my desk pretending to work on my lesson planning I couldn’t help but be grateful for my boss’s support. He could have really thrown me under the bus but instead he made it clear in his own way that he would stand behind me. That in itself was a huge accomplishment I thought. A couple of months ago I was an intrusion into a male dominated profession. Now I felt the tiniest bit of acceptance. To me that was HUGE!
 
After several more minutes had passed there was a knock on the door.  “Come,” I shouted figuring it was another of my students.  A smartly-dressed, middle-aged woman came in with another lady about her age tagging along behind her. They both looked a bit taken aback by the presence of this naked teenager but they handled it in stride.
 
“I’m Mrs. Conners,” the woman said. “You must be Coach Susan.”
 
We exchanged pleasantries for a moment then she turned towards her son.  “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW?” She shouted angrily at her teenager.
 
“Ma! Did you have to bring our neighbor?! It’s bad enough as it is!”
 
“THAT’S what you are worried about - this woman seeing you? You should be worried about the trouble you are in.”
 
“But MA! I’m naked!”
 
“You wouldn’t be that way if you didn’t deserve it,” She said smacking his head with the palm of her hand.  Turning to me she asked, “What’d he do?”
 
I explained the circumstances of the fight in the showers and how when I tried to break it up he had hit me on the face.
 
The woman smacked the boy’s face hard this time. “You HIT a teacher?! What’s wrong with you? Such a pretty girl too - have you lost your mind?!”
 
As she was berating her son in front of her neighbor, Coach Thomas entered the office. “Oh, excuse me. I just need to get my class attendance roster.”
 
“This is my boss, Coach Thomas,” I said introducing him to the ladies present.
 
“Coach, what am I to do with this boy?  He fights all the time and thinks he’s some kind of big shot. I’m sick of his behavior.” Then to her son she added with emphasis, “SICK – do you hear me boy – SICK!”
 
“Sounds like he needs a good old-fashioned ass-whipping. Oh, please excuse my language ladies.”
 
“I agree,” the boy’s mother said. “You’re a strong man. Please, teach him a lesson. You have my permission. Maybe coming from you it’ll sink in.”
 
The boy began to look seriously worried as he sized up the damage this athletic man could do to his behind. I have to admit the thought of watching this man deliver a pummeling to this unruly teen’s tender backside was rather “stimulating” if you know what I mean. We all waited with uncertain anticipation to see what he would do.
 
“I’d like nothing better than to help you ladies, but I’m afraid I have a class to teach. Perhaps Coach Susan could help you out. After all, it was her face that the boy hit. I’m sure you ladies can use your own good judgment as to how to work this out.”
 
That seemed to be his standard answer for everything – “Just use your own good judgment.”
 


My First Teaching Job – Part 5  (Teen CFNM, CMNF)
By Hooked6 ([email protected])
 


No sooner than Coach Thomas left the office the boy’s mother grabbed her son by his ear and pulled him across the room to my boss’s desk, turned him around and pushed him over the desk so that his naked rear-end was pointing at the hallway door and staring me in the face. “Well? How about it? Your boss was right. He needs a good tanning and I think you’re just the one who needs to do it. It will hurt more coming from his pretty young teacher than it would from me.”
 
“But . . .” I stammered, not sure if this was an appropriate thing for me to do.
 
“Don’t tell me you’re going all soft on him, now are you?”
 
“NO . . . it’s not that. It’s just . . . I’m not sure what I can use.”
 
The boy spoke up from his crouching position, “Ma, NO! I’ve learned my lesson, Honest!”
 
“How about this?” The neighbor lady asked as she picked up a Ping-Pong paddle from a shelf in the corner of the room.
 
“Perfect.” Mrs. Conner said as she grabbed the paddle and handed it to me. My heart was racing as this felt weird. This boy was only a few years younger than me and I was supposed to tan his hide?  Both women were looking intently waiting for me to take action. I had no choice. I created this mess by calling his mother and now I had no real option but to follow through and accede to her wishes.  I thought that she would just give him an earful and the embarrassment of his mother seeing him stripped bare would be more effective than anything the Dean could have done. Now I was stuck administering corporal punishment. I had never done anything like that before in my life! In fact I had only seen one man naked prior to coming to this school yet somehow I was able to overcome that awkwardness. Surely I could overcome this too.
 
I took a few practice swings in the air mostly for show and partially to stall for time. I swallowed hard and took up a position next to the boy and put my left hand on his back causing him to flinch. I raised the paddle in the air in an exaggerated fashion to impress the women when the hallway door opened up and Tiffany, the student I had sent for tardy slips, barged in.
 
She gasped at seeing the paddle in my hand and stood there almost in shock not saying a word. I quickly lowered the paddle and looked at her. “Yes, Tiffany?
 
“Um . . . ah  . . . I have the . . . um . . .”
 
“Spit it out, girl.”
 
“I have the tardy . . . maybe I should come back!” she said realizing what was about to happen.
 
“NONSENSE,” Mrs. Conners said reaching for the girl’s shoulder. “Are you one of Coach Susan’s helpers?”
 
“Ah . . . no ma’am . . . um, that is she did send me to the office for some forms she needed but . . .”
 
“Well, don’t run off just because of my stupid son. No sense in interrupting your normal work. We’ll be through in a little bit. Just wait here,” she said holding onto the girl’s shoulders.
 
“Please Coach!! Not with Tiffany here! Send her away,” Adam pleaded. He was right, of course. Having this girl here WAS a bit much - even for me!
 
I was about to tell Tiffany to leave the forms and get back to class when Adam’s mother reached out and slapped his butt with her bare hand. “QUIET, boy - since when do you tell adults what to do? Just shut up and take it like a man. You earned this. It’s nobody’s fault but your own. You caused enough trouble for the people at this school today. I’ll not have you disrupting their work anymore. Go ahead, Coach.”
 
I glanced over at Tiffany and the expression on her face was a combination of fear and excitement. I was absolutely sure this was a first for her!
 
Raising the paddle once more I half-closed my eyes and swung it towards the teen’s hind-end. I had intended on making a good show of it but in reality not using much actual force. I was shocked when I heard a very LOUD WHACK as the paddle connected to his skin.
 
The boy gasped at the sting of my blow and tensed the muscles in his butt-cheeks causing Tiffany to giggle, much to the delight of the two ladies present. I was shocked at my own handiwork and felt bad for the boy as obviously it must have really hurt. What was once silky-smooth skin now bore a darkening red spot in the shape of the paddle. I had never intended to hit him so hard!
 
 “GOOD ONE!” Mrs. Conners said. “I knew it was a good idea to have his Coach do this. That was much better than I could have ever done!” The neighbor lady also quickly agreed. There was no letting up now. I was trapped.
 
I swung the paddle again in the same fashion with the blow landing on his other cheek. This time Adam didn’t gasp, he yelped! Tiffany laughed out loud at that and so did the women. I had to try a stifle a giggle myself as his butt cheeks were hilariously quivering. It was quite a site to be sure.
 
“How many do you think he deserves?” Mrs. Conners asked.
 
“Well . . .” I started to reply hoping that the two strokes I administered would be enough.
 
Mrs. Conners then spoke up asking Tiffany what grade she was in.
 
“Eleventh grade,” she replied, “Why?”
 
“I think eleven strokes ought to do it. Adam is in eleventh grade too. Is he in any of your classes dear?”
 
“Um . . . yes several in fact. I see a lot of him every day. I sure never thought I’d see him this way though.”  Her comment made the two women laugh openly as Adam buried his face in his hands.
 
“Eleven strokes it is, Coach,” said his mother. I then dutifully administered the remaining nine strokes. By the time I was done, Adam was choking back tears and his bottom was a beautiful shade of crimson. It was clear we had gotten to the seat of the problem.
 
His mother spun him around and made her son apologize – first to me for fighting and slapping my face and then to Tiffany for having to witness his punishment!
 
“He won’t be going to class for the rest of the day,” Mrs. Conners announced. “I’m taking him home with me and deal with this some more.” She then grabbed him by the ear again and began dragging him towards the hallway door.
 
“But MA . . . My CLOTHES!”
 
“You can get those tomorrow, young man. You’ve caused enough trouble already.” She then thanked me for bringing the matter to her attention and proceeded to drag him out the door – naked with his red behind shinning for all to see. “You just wait until your father gets home!”
 
Tiffany looked at me cautiously for a moment then we both ended up having a good laugh as we watched the boy heading out into the parking lot, his mother still giving him an earful.
 
Several weeks later I was in the gym refereeing a game of basketball among my girls during their P.E. class when all of a sudden everyone stopped what they were doing like they were frozen or something. The only sound was that of the game ball bouncing to a stop on the court floor. I turned around to see what the commotion was and got the shock of my life! There entering the court was Coach Thomas dragging a reluctant, totally naked female student onto the court heading my way.
 
Several girls gasped! It was their worst nightmare-come-true. I always thought the girls might have suspected that Coach Thomas was spying on them in the showers – a little rumor that I did little to dispel, but THIS  . . . this was almost unbelievable. The girls were all standing with their mouths open and a few were whispering something I couldn’t make out. One thing was certain, however, no one was moving as all eyes were fixed directly on the naked girl firmly in the grasp of this MAN!
 
“One of yours, I believe” he said upon reaching the place where I was standing.
 
“What . . . what happened, Coach?
 
“Do you want to tell her Rose or shall I?” he asked the teenager. She looked around at her classmates then lowered her head and said nothing.
 
“Fine, I’ll tell her. I was sitting at my desk when something caught my eye in the boy’s locker-room. I looked up and saw this naked idiot skulking through the lockers. I saw her take this.” Coach Thomas then held up a boy’s athletic supporter, the sight of which made all the other girls laugh hysterically. “She STOLE it. She’s a thief as well as an idiot.”
 
The girl just stood there silently not admitting or denying anything.
 
“I’m sure she did it on a dare or something and OTHERS were probably involved,” he said as he looked at all my students one by one. “I trust you can deal with this effectively,” he said with a wink as turned the girl over to me.
 
 
 



My First Teaching Job – Part 6  (Teen CFNM, CMNF)
By Hooked6 ([email protected])
 


As the entire class watched a confident Coach Thomas leave the gym, my mind was racing trying to figure out what to do. A very embarrassed naked girl was nervously trying to use her hands to cover herself as she watched her classmates turn to stare at her when the gym door finally clanged shut. Several of them were glaring at her rather oddly but most had a certain gleam in their eyes – almost as if they were enjoying this poor girl’s predicament.   
 
“Alright girls back to the game. Rose, you just sit on the bleachers over there.” I blew my whistle to get the girls back onto the court but there was so much laughter and carrying on that it was clear I wasn’t going to get anything productive out of them.
 
“HEY ROSE . . . did you give Coach Thomas a boner?” one of the girl’s teased as she jogged onto the court in an exaggerated fashion.
 
 “I’ll bet she couldn’t give my DOG a woody – look at her boobs. My brother has bigger tits than that!” mocked another as many of the girls laughed and joined in the taunting of their classmate.
 
I blew my whistle loud and long. Things were about to get out of hand and I had to do something.  “ENOUGH!” I screamed. “EVERYONE HIT THE SHOWERS . . . NOW!”
 
“But Coach, class just started. It’s too early to quit.”
 
“I said NOW!!!” and clapped my hands repeatedly urging them out of the gym.
 
My mind was spinning, cluttered with all sorts of thoughts. If I didn’t handle this situation effectively things could get rough for me. I had gone out on a limb with Adam and things had fortunately worked out but I was definitely still on thin ice and I was not about to dragged down by a bunch of unruly school girls – not by my own kind! If these girls weren’t held in check it would only reinforce the establishment’s view that women couldn’t be taken seriously. At least that’s how I viewed the world at the time. How could Rose do that to me? What was she thinking?
 
After the last of my students entered the girl’s locker-room I went into my office and put my head between my hands and sighed. What was I going to do? I took several deep cleansing breaths trying to calm myself so I could think clearly. As I looked up I saw the window that looked out over the boy’s locker-room - the scene of the crime. What must Coach Thomas have thought as he sat at his desk and spotted a naked Rose in HIS shower area? Surely he must have questioned his sanity at hiring me and going to bat for me with the school board over this program of coed P.E. As I looked at the empty locker it suddenly hit me! I knew what I had to do. A little creative thinking helped turn a wayward boy around. Perhaps that was what was needed here again.
 
I stormed into the girl’s shower area. Most of the girls were either in the shower or had just finished and a few were various stages of getting undressed.  “You girls in the shower . . . stop what you are doing and come here! Line-up against that wall.” I said forcefully as I pointed.
 
A bunch of confused looks greeted my instructions so I said it again, louder and with greater emphasis. “You heard me. Turn the water off and line up against the wall over there.”  Several of the girls did as I commanded and started to reach for towels to dry off. “NONE OF THAT. Just line up like you are against the wall.”
 
“But Coach, we’re wet.”
 
“So? You won’t melt. Get over there.” Turning to the rest of the class I continued, “and the rest of you drop your towels and join them. Patty, Karen off with the panties. I want EVERYONE against the wall.”
 
“But why, Coach? We’ve not done anything wrong.” One student complained.
 
“Don’t ask questions. Just do as you’re told.”
 
Soon a line of 20 naked coeds was reluctantly made – some clean and still dripping wet while others looked rough like they had just run a mile. It was amusing just watching their reactions. Most were totally self-conscious and ashamed while a few – most notably the well-endowed or obviously pretty ones – were quite proud to stand there quite at ease displaying their assets to the rest of the class.  I must admit the variety of body-styles was quite intriguing. They all were fit and possessed the same essential anatomy but how they were put together was remarkably varied.
 
“Follow me” I instructed as I headed towards the door that led to my office.
 
The line of anxious girls all hesitated for a moment but as I headed towards my office they all soon followed. I opened the door and entered my domain – the inner-sanctum as it were - and then headed straight across to the opposite door that led to the boy’s locker area pausing only momentarily to ensure they knew we weren’t stopping at my desk. I spotted several girls pointing out to their classmates the large window that over-looked the showers – something that I was sure that had been talked about but very few had ever seen. Now they all had proof.
 
“Come along, girls. I haven’t got all day.” I entered the empty boy’s locker area and took a position facing the showers.  “Line up single file in front of the showers.”
 
“Aren’t those the boys showers?” one of the students asked.
 
“Are they really? Gee, I didn’t know that,” I replied sarcastically, “Go to the head of the class, Amber. Now line up and keep quiet.”
 
“Why are we here, Coach?” one of my better students asked nervously.
 
I stood there silently letting everything sink in. A showerhead was dripping water in the background which slowly gurgled down the drain in the wet floor of the shower area – such a waste, but in my case served me well in heightening the senses. The air was humid and sticky having recently accommodated at least 30 teenage males that had showered after their last class and were now off to other areas of the school. The nostrils were assaulted by the smell of . . . men, the pungent aroma of manly deodorant, heady cologne and that musky smell that defines all things male. It was even getting to me so I could only imagine what it was doing to these highly hormonal teenage females.  After a few moments I could see that most, if not all the girls were growing quite apprehensive. Those that were already shy had tightened their grip around their intimate parts with their hands as they tried to preserve some sense of modesty. Those that had been confident before showed no evidence of that now. They too were striking poses that showed little if anything intimate.  When I saw that, I knew I had regained the upper hand.
 
“You are here because it’s OBVIOUS to me that you are so curious about what the boy’s locker-room looks like that you are willing to take HUGE risks just to see it. Well, here it is. Look around. Take it all in. Get your fill of it.”
 
The girls just stood there looking at me not daring to move a muscle. “I said LOOK AROUND!! I’m not in the habit of repeating myself.” Slowly each girl glanced around the room – just little turns of the head at first but then as curiosity got the best of them they let their eyes wander freely checking everything out.
 
“So what do you see, girls?”
 
“Looks just like our locker area, Coach,” one of the students replied.
 
“EXACTLY,” I said emphatically. “So, Rose, would you mind telling me what this is all about? Why were you in here looking at something that looks EXACTLY like the facilities you have?”
 
Rose stood there meekly not saying a word.
 
“Rose, come here.”
 
The girl moved out of line and took a few steps towards me and stopped. She looked at me for a moment then lowered her head to the floor.
 
“I’m waiting, Rose. Why did you skip class and sneak in here naked?”
 
The girl began fidgeting a little with her hands but she kept looking at the floor not uttering a sound.
 
“I expect an answer.”
 
Still she said nothing.
 
“You know what I think? I think Coach Thomas was right. I think someone put you up to this, that’s what I think. Who was it, Rose? Tell me. I have to know. Things will get bad around here if you persist in shielding this person or persons or would you rather I get Coach Thomas again and you can tell him.” Several small gasps were heard after my comment as the rest of the class wondered if I was serious.
 
Rose continued to fidget but defiantly stood her ground and said nothing. She was beginning to really piss me off. I took it not as an act of a girl that was scared but rather as an act of defiance.
 
“Don’t you girls realize what’s at stake here? Don’t you realize how privileged you are to be given the opportunity to participate in sports and in classes that have been closed to women before? You have been given a chance to break new ground. All eyes in the community and at the School Board are on you judging whether this is a worthwhile endeavor or not. All it will take is one stupid stunt like this to ruin everything! Now I’m asking you again, Rose, Who put you up to this?”
 
Everyone looked at Rose waiting for her to answer, yet Rose stood there refusing to say anything at all that might be helpful – even something that might make things go easier for her as clearly what she did required correction.
 
“Fine,” I said indignantly to all the girls, “we’ll stay here just like this the whole damn day if we have to. No one is leaving until I find out what is going on and why one of my students risked everything on a stupid stunt. Do you hear me? No one moves until I find out so one of you had better start talking.
 
“But, Coach,” Kimberly Tanner, said excitedly. “Our class is almost over and . . .”
 
“And what?”
 
“The boys will be coming in here for their P.E. class soon!”
 
“I guess they’ll get quite a surprise won’t they?” I said with a smirk.
 




 
 
 

 

   
(The End)