Getting a Detention in the Nude - Sex Stories

Getting a Detention in the Nude

Five more minutes and school would be over for the day. Emma stared out of the window and watched the rain cascading across the playground. She liked her new private school, but the teachers were very strict, and you had to follow closely a Student Code of Conduct. English was her favorite subject and Mr. Johnson was her favorite teacher but the day was nearly over and she'd lost interest in the intricacies of Othello's love life. She was planning her evening and her plans didn't include Shakespeare.

It had been a week since she'd heard from Jennifer, and Elyse seemed to be busy every evening. They'd planned to meet tomorrow but she couldn't wait till then. She'd have to phone and find out how Jennifer's interviews had gone. The strident voice of her English teacher jerked her back to reality.

"Emma! You're not paying attention. I don't think your work is good enough that you can afford to ignore the lesson. See me in my study after school. Perhaps you'll be able to concentrate better in your own time."

At that moment the final bell rang and Emma cursed her bad timing. Another minute or two and she would have been going home and now her plans for the evening were ruined. She hoped that Mr. Johnson wouldn't keep her behind for long - she was having enough problems with her step-father without having to tell him that she'd been assigned a detention.

She wondered if she'd get away with saying that she'd had to shelter from the rain. The weather had been fine and dry when she left home that morning and she hadn't bothered with a coat. She looked out at water streaming down the windows and realized that her step-father would never believe her because it looked as if she was going to get wet anyway.

Mr. Johnson's study was on the other side of the school and she was going to have to walk or run across the playground in the rain to get there. She waited at her desk till the other pupils had left, in the hope that the down pour would stop but she was out of luck again. Five paces into the playground and the rain began to beat down with renewed ferocity as though it had only been waiting for her to step outside.

She arrived at her teacher's study soaked and shivering. Her long blonde hair hung in lank tendrils about her face and her blouse and skirt were sticking to her slim body like a second skin.

Her teacher had managed to stay dry somehow (secret passageway under the building?), which added to Emma 's misery as she stood before him with her drenched clothes dripping water onto the carpet. He took a towel from his desk and casually tossed it to her.

"You're soaked through. You'd better get those wet clothes off."

Emma looked quizzically at her teacher.

"Sir?"

"What's the matter? Do you want to catch your death a cold?"

The youngster looked bewildered.

"No, sir, but I've got nothing to change into."

"Put the towel around you until your clothes are dry and hurry it up, you're dripping water everywhere."

"I ...