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Izzy's Monday night Bad Teacher episode

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The day had flown by and Izzy was pleased that Monday was out of the way. She'd only had to put 2 pupils on detention today and was pleased that she was contributing to the whole school policy of reducing sanctions. Discipline was one of her strengths as a teacher. It probably arose from her view that she was playing a role in school, she was an actress. She felt herself tranform into teacher mode as she walked through the school gates every morning. The first thing she would notice would be her spine, it would straighten up and her neck would arch and her head face straight ahead. Her eyes would narrow under her cat's eye spectacles at the sight of any misdemeanor in the corridor. Her behind would wriggle as she walked the walk of the corridor, stilletto heels click clacking on the linoleum. Izzy's chest would be pushed out as she battled to get past the queues of pupils waiting to get into class. Sometimes she was late to teach her own class -her walking pace would depend on how long and how tight her skirt was. The headteacher was quite strict about what his staff could and could not wear. He once sent a physics teacher with hairy legs home for wearing shorts. Izzy had been sent home for wearing a short skirt. Apparently everybody in the staffroom had received an eyeful of her red silk knickers and suspenders as she had bent over to pull a carton of milk out of the fridge door.

Talk of the devil, Mr Smith the headteacher was leaving the staffroom and raised a hand when he saw Izzy. "Isobel...can I have a word?"

The man in grey was Izzy's moniker for Stephen Smith. He always wore a grey suit on the outside and was most certainly grey or beige on the inside. She had ofen tried on some mild flirtation with him but it either went over his head or he wasn't interested. This time he began speaking in a stutter and had turned rather pink and seemed to be looking at her navel area. In fact he WAS looking at her midriff because the bottom of her jumper had ridden up her abdomen and was exposing her belly button. It did happen on occasion when something Izzy had bought had shrunk in the tumble dryer . She thought that Smith was going to tell her off for exposing herself but instead he said, "I need to choose 2 staff to attend the new Successmaker training course in Chichester on Wednesday. I was thinking it might be a good idea for you to accompany Mr Young and show him how the data could be used for monitoring whole school raising of attainment. "

Izzy grinned. Everything is going my way so far, I think I will find old Rab right now and tell him about the little roadtrip we've got to look forward to on Wednesday.

When she walked into the ICT office she admired the back view of Mr Rab Young. He was looking intently at a computer screen and darting his head round left and right every few seconds to check if anyone was near. His shoulders were broad and sloping and his long arms and thick fingers deftly making movements with the mouse. She looked at those fingers and thought Will they ever be near me? Will those hands ever grab at my breasts; cradle my face as he goes in for the kiss; will they slip down the front of my pants and feel hot, wet flesh and a gaping slit which yearns to open up and be explored by his fingers? Will those arms and hands pin me down on the carpet of the ICT suite when everyone has gone home? Can those fingers grab the back of my head, pull my hair hard as he marches me to where he wants me?

Izzy felt so aroused she couldn't face talking to Rab. He would know, she thought. It was unusual for her to feel coy and shy. She tiptoed out of the office and went to find her lift home.

Keith was skinning up in the school carpark when she reached the car. "If you're gonna smoke that you'll need to wind the windows up, the school janitors are still hanging around."

"As if they give a fuck, " laughed Keith. "I've seen 'em snorting a line of whizz before the school discos. "

'Keith, what's FUNSWINGERS?"

Keith suddenly spat out the joint he'd just popped into the side of his mouth and looked at her, incredulously. "Where've you come across that?" he asked. He looked rather shocked.

"Harrison Ford was on it when I went into your office to get my coat. He was staring at this grey screen with little 80s style icons. I got the impression he was wanting privacy so bogged off."

"If by Harrison Ford, you mean Rab, then he was on one of the most popular swinging websites in the uk. Can't believe he was on it at school. Thought we had firewalls. He must be looking for a ride tonight, dirty bugger." Keith roared with laughter and lit his roll up.

"Are you on it?" said Izzy.

Keith opened the car window a fraction and blew some smoke out. He didn't look back at her straight away and his gaze rested on one of the janitors emptying a bin.

"Course I am. Everyone is. I'm not on it for sex though. I like the banter. I've made a couple of good mates through it..."

"Women mates?" Izzy raised her eyebrows. Keith shrugged. "Look you know what I'm like with my nightfishing and radio control car contests, my weekends are always booked up. I've not got time to stalk women or go on dates. When I want a shag I go online. It's no different to ordering a pizza...or seafood." Izzy cringed at the last word, hoping it wasn't a veiled reference to cunnilingus. In bad taste if it was.

"But he's married.." said Izzy.

"They all are! What's his username?"

"I don't know but I'm going to work it out."

Izzy had set herself a challenge. Would she be able to find Rab on the site and gain a bit of intel on his preferences, likes and dislikes before their trip to Chichester on Wednesday? She was excited about what she would find.

"I'll start as soon as I get home," she said to Keith. "I want you on standby to help me navigate this peculiar world of Funswingers. Keep your phone charged."

"Will do," said Keith as they approached the A27 sliproad. "It will be an entertainment."

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By (user no longer on site) OP     over a year ago

To see previous instalments go to Izzy's hot first instalment thread.

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By (user no longer on site) OP     over a year ago

Thanks bikenut. Hope that took care of any excess energy you need to relieve yourself of.

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