Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2018 16:40:00 -0500 (EST) From: E MOSER Subject: François: Interludes: #18 The François stories stem from After the Experiment and are loosely based on a real situation I was told about many years ago by a woman I loved dearly,. François: Interludes: #18 by Larry Marian Paige's Report Paige sat on the couch facing the circle of Locker Club members - all 16 of them. "I know I said there would be few full meetings but a couple of things happened over last week - some good, some bad. First, we have two new members and I'd like them to introduce themselves - name, grade, preferences. So, lady first:" "Hi - I think all of you know me. I"m Marsha and a junior. I understand I'm junior number four. Most of you probably know, I'm Mason's big sister and so a friend of Paige's. It was be friend or enemy, and I chose friend. I have a boy friend, Jerry. We've been going together for over a year now. He knows what I want to do and is fine with it. I'm mostly into boys, though I might try a girl. So that's me. I'm eager to get started with juniors and seniors. Next?" "I'm Billy. I'm one of the new kids and in the seventh grade. Elizabeth told me about this club. For my age, I'm pretty experienced. I'm mostly into girls, but I'm maybe slightly bi, so maybe a boy or two. Obviously seventh grade. I guess I sort of wonder - what if I get a note from a fifth or sixth grader?" "Play that by ear. Maybe, if possible meet up with them outside a PR and make sure it's what they want to do," Paige replied. "Well, welcome. Okay, Desiree, you want to bring the running total up for us? " "Sure, Paige. Here goes: bb 4, now 9 hs 2 now 8 bc 3 now 9 sk 5 now 11 f 4 now 12 cd 3 now 8 b 4 now 10 sg 6 now 14 cc 3 now 10 le 4 now 11 ab 3 now 9 ep 5 now 13 c 2 now 9 total 48 85 grand 48 113 So, we have more than doubled from the first week That's a total of $425, of which $225 goes to the school and $85 goes to a class." "Thanks, Desiree. I'm sure you will give Marsha and Billy an appropriate code name for themselves. And please pass out the new evaluation sheet to everybody. Guys, this should be the final one - look it over. See if you feel we need something else. "Okay, bad news - and this comes from my experience - and foolishness. Everybody - everybody, take an assignment only from a locker slip. I made the mistake of getting talked into going with guy I'd had last year. I told him to do the slip and he pestered me so much to go to z PR right then, I said yes. That turned into a disaster. It wound up I performed a service I didn't want to give and he creamed all over me without warning." "UGGG," came from several. "I'm going to be honest. I've had cum on my face three times before and wanted that to happen. It's different when some jackass decides to do that without warning or permission. If you feel the need, tell the client, no facials before anything starts, okay?" Paige looked around to see positive signs all around her. "One other thing. I'd agreed to a blow job and when we got to the PR he wanted to screw as well. I told him that would be an additional service charge and he agreed. He then actually gave me a ten dollar tip! So, Desiree, you have $10 more than services actually performed. I'm putting $6 towards the school and $1 to each class. "Okay - remember you have a school life and a social life that is more important than the Locker Club. Oh - I've looked over the review sheets and all of them are excellent. Well done. "That's it if there aren't any questions." Paige paused and nothing happened except for a few looking anxious to leave. "That's it. Bye, guys." "Wait, I don't have a question. I have a proposal - a motion if you will. I move that we the members of the Locker Club refuse any and all requests by Frank," Kyle said. "I second that," Mason shouted. "Mason, you're my boy friend at the least. I think somebody other than you or Marsha should second that." "I'll second that," Susan said. "I'm sure Gwen would second it, but she might be too close, too." "Okay, moved and seconded. Discussion?" "Call the question," Nancy said. "He's had his fair trial. Now hang him." "Second that," Lizzie said. "Question has been called. All in favor of banning Frank, say `Aye.' There were loud "aye"s. "Nays?" Silence. "Ayes have it. I will inform Frank, If there is nothing else, let's go. And the PR cleaned out except for Paige, Mason, and Marsha. "I'm really sorry that they had to learn about Frank creaming on your face, Paige. I had no idea you've experienced it three times," Marsha said. Paige laughed, "Actually, if you want it, it's sort of fun. Messy, especially if he hits your hair, which he probably will do, but fun. Some time you might want to." "Not sure about that." "Well, dear older sister, I'm not going to demonstrate it for you," Mason said. "You probably know how. I'm betting you were involved in all three, younger brother." "I plead the Fifth," Mason said "Let's get out of here," Paige said. The Evaluation Sheet Locker Club Evaluation of Service Provided please return to club president after performing or receiving club service Member Locker # ________________________ Client Locker # _________________ Gender of Member M F Client M F (if more than one member or client, provide additional information in the Comments section) Date/Time/Location of service________________________________________________ Service Provided: M OS VS AS Other ( Describe service provided) __________________ Circle all applicable services Service was: Superior Excellent Average Okay Below expectations Member Comments____________________________________________________________ Client Comments______________________________________________________________ (continue on back if needed) Fee Paid $__________ Thanks for the feedback, Your Locker Club Frank Marsha, Paige, and Mason left Jones Lab School for the family car Marsha drove when Paige pointed and said, "Look. There's Frank with a bunch of guys. I want witnesses. I'm going to tell him he's been banned from the Locker Club." "We'll come with you," Mason said. Look, those guys with Frank are all pretty nice guys. I've talked with Harry a lot. Bill and Pete are okay. So's Johnny. They might get ticked at Frank." "I dated Pete back when I was a freshman. Nice guy," Marsha said as they walked towards the group. "Hello, Frank. I have some news for you from the Locker Club. No, you guys, don't leave. I'd like you to stay," Paige began as some turned to leave. "So should I go look in my locker, Paige? An invitation," Frank said. "There will be a note in your locker Frank. It should be the last note you get from the Locker Club. They voted to ban you. The vote was unanimous. "Guys, let me tell you. I'm probably at fault as I didn't go get a teacher or principal. Frank violated the rules and asked me to go with him to a PR. When I said to put a note in my locker, he kept at it. I finally said yes. I shouldn't have, but I did and then he acted the total jerk. Now I know last year I've been in a PR with each of you. Most of you of course only once. You send me a note, the answer will probably be yes. But you didn't come for one thing and then want another as well. "Shit. You enjoyed it. You know you did." "Last year, Frank, you were okay, This year you're acting really impossible. " "You're nothing but a slut." "She is not, Frank. Paige is a great kid. Considering what goes on here, she's doing some great stuff and helping out the school," Bill said. "The Locker Club's giving money to the school and to the high school classes," Harry said." "Yeah. A few bucks," Frank said, "Over three hundred to the school already," Marsha said. "That doesn't count the classes." "Look Frank. I'm going to be blunt. You asked for a blow job. I said yes. We get to a PR and you want to screw as well. Again, you pester me until I give in. You think I enjoyed it? You apparently don't pay attention to the girl. I just lay there, Frank. And then when we get to the blow job, what do you do? You pull out and shoot off in my face and hair. No warning. No asking." "Damn, Frank. That's being stupid to say the least," Pete said. "So. Guys, please spread the word - locker only, even if you sit beside a member at lunch or ride with them to school. Locker only. Okay? And let me know if Frank starts telling a different story." "Why you damn bitch, I'm going to..." Frank yelled and rushed at Paige. She sidestepped, turned, and Frank was in the air and then on his back. Her foot rested on his groin. "You want me to stamp, Frank?" "What the hell did you do? "Black belt. Tae kwon do, Frank. Since I was six. You going to mess around again, Frank?" "Shit. You ain't worth it. Plenty of pussy here." Marsha laughed. "This story gets out and every girl over the age of ten is going to have a little sign saying "No admittance, Frank.' Guess where it'll be." Paige moved her foot off Frank. "Get up, Frank. Don't stumble again." She turned to Mason and Marsha. "Let's go. We've got homework." "Take care, Paige. I'm putting a note in your locker tomorrow," Johnny said. "Johnny, I'm now a member," Marsha said. "Look for a note, Marsha," Pete said, "Old times sake." "It's a date, Pete. When I see the note." Later that night, lying in bed in the room now shared by Mason and Paige, they rested side by side, hands held. "You were wonderful, Mason," Paige breathed. "So were you. You sure didn't just lie there. I think Frank is going to go into hiding. " "I hope so." "Well, what will next week bring?" "Interesting. Did you see how Pete looked at Marsha?" "Yeah. I remember her dating him when they were freshmen. I think she thought he was going to fast." "Seems to have changed her mind." "I hope it doesn't mess up her relation with Jerry." "Me, too. Good night, love." "Good night, Paige my love," Marsha and Pete Marsha opened her locker as the hall began to fill with high school students getting ready for their first block of the day. In her case, it was U.S. History, which she enjoyed. She hung her clothes bag on the hook she'd brought from home then pulled off her three button shirt and put it loosely in the bag. Her slacks, as days were beginning to get cool, followed the shirt, then her practical white cotton panties, all place in the bag. She exchanged her tennis shoes for flops, took her book bag and fanny pack with turned off cell phone and emergency tampon container and then saw a note on the bottom of her locker. She bent down and picked it up. "From Locker 1132 to Locker 1168 - Dear Marsha - What a surprise yesterday. In truth, I think I'd forgotten about you before little big girl Paige showed up to emasculate (yep, I looked it up!) Frank. What a great girl your kid brother now dates. (I remember him as the pest of pests!) "Any way, full truth, I'm dating a sweet girl - Sammy McPherson - I'm sure you've seen her and you are dating Jerry Smith who was in fifth grade with me. So - yes, this is a request for a meeting. I have a reservation for PR #3 for after school on Friday. Would that work for you? If not, I have study hall on Black Two and you know when lunch is. Let me know if this will work for you. "I think this is for old times sake. What about you? Pete." Marsha looked at the locker note. This was her first one. Wow. Were they all like this? No. She'd listened to Paige mention a few very coarse ones. Friday after school. She could tell Jerry, just not the connection from two years ago. She closed and locked her locker then headed for the library, entered, sat at an empty table - one of many - and took a piece of notebook paper out. "From Locker 1168 to Locker 1132. Yes to after school on Friday in PR #3. Question, should I wear the school uniform or what I wear to and from school? Unlike a few years ago, either is fine with me. I hope we can have some time to talk, before or after. "What a charming note, Marsha" Then she went down the now Jr/Sr hall to Locker 1132 and slipped the note into the locker. As she turned, she saw Kyle slipping in a note into another locker, "Hi, Kyle. I guess our notes aren't going to cross," she said, "I don't think so. But watch out for Frank. He can be mean. Warn Paige - but if what I heard, he'd best not fuck with her." "If he does, he'll have Mason, Jena, myself, and I don't know who else to answer to." "Me, too, Well, good luck, Marsha." "I hope yours is good, too." Marsha replied. "Bye." "See ya," and the two were gone in different directions. The day was totally normal until Marsha returned to her locker to dress. There was a note on the floor, in fact two notes. One had "from Locker 1132"on it and she opened it first. "Dear 1168. Yes to school uniform. Yes to talk. While I will bring $5, I hope this will be more than a business deal." The other was more pristine, but nothing that would cause her to decline. She'd drop a note in the appropriate locker in the morning. She dressed quickly, took another piece of paper to write "Dear 1132. Wonderful. So do I." She folded it and walked down the hall to see Pete had just arrived at his locker as all he wore were his crocks. He had his back to her. "Hi, Pete. I was just going to drop this. Will you take it?" Pete turned and Marsha saw his cock begin to get hard. "Hi, Marsha. You caught me by surprise. Yes. I'll take it. " As he spoke, he turned back towards his locker, obviously trying to hide his borning boner. She placed the note in his hand. "See you tomorrow Pete," she said and was gone, smiling at the thought that her voice would give him a hard on, Three notes awaited her the next morning, but "Dear 1168" got read first. "Dear 1168. Can't wait for school to be out. See you in PR #3 then. 1132. " She smiled. What a nice co-incidence that both Mason and Paige had appointments for an after school encounter. She would attend the other notes later. Something to do during study hall. Marsha and Pete arrived at the door to PR #3 at the same time. Pete held the door and Marsha closed and locked it. Once inside they looked at each other. Marsha nodded. Yep. Pete had a hard peter already. But she did the "unprofessional" and put her hands on his shoulders and gave him a kiss. He responded and the hands on shoulders turned into a tight hug. After some time they came up for air and he took her hand and led her to the low couch where they sat down. He put his arm around her. "This is supposed to be a business deal," she said. "It was. But it's like I'm fourteen again." "We never were stark nude together when we were fourteen," and she let out a giggle. "I think it was my getting your bra off that broke us up." "It was. And you want to know something bad?" "What?"
 "Six weeks later I gave up my virginity to that senior with the bad rep - Carter." "I heard you went out with him once." "Nope. Five times. He asked me out the week after we broke up. Four weeks later I let him in the back of the family SUV. Three weeks later he ditched me for another girl. I think she was a stacked eighth grader. Then I found Jerry." "How long did that take? If I can ask." "Two months. We've been together ever since." With that the two turned and kissed again, long, hard, and wet. Finally the kiss ended. "So what do you want me to do for you?" "Well, I thought the deal was a blow job. Paige wants the guy to go down on her first - to see if he'll do it, mostly. Tit for tat." Marsha gulped. "I thought it would just be a blow job. Would you like that? And then, could we make love? I think that breaking up with you because you cupped my boobs and then getting screwed by a real womanizer six weeks later needs a real apology. You want me on my knees?" "No. Sit here and I'll stand up." With that, Pete kissed her lightly and stood up. Marsha inched to the edge of the couch as Pete stood in front of her, his hard cock inches from her mouth. It suddenly dawned on her that Pete's would be only the second dick in her mouth and the third in her pussy. She took the hard flesh in her hand and looked at it. The prick looked shorter than Jerry's, but thicker. Like Jerry's it was cut and pre cum leaked from the slit. "Nice looking cock, Pete," she said. "Thanks. And you, Marsha are beautiful. Funny how 100 nude girls sort of blend into a mostly bland mass, but alone they are something else." With that she slid her mouth onto this new cock and began to explore its length and breath. She wrapped her tongue around it, bobbed back and forth a few times, then let it out to lick the tip with her tongue, explore the slit, and then kiss her way down the shaft to his hairy balls, First one, then the other came into her mouth as Pete groaned. His cock once more in her mouth, which again bobbed back and forth along the shaft, she moaned. Her hand found her pussy wet. Suddenly she wanted the cock in her pussy not her mouth and her bobbing picked up and her hand began to cover that part of the prick not in her mouth. Pete's groaning increased. "Oh, yes, Soon. Oh, soon!" as Marsha began to go as fast as she could, moaning as she sucked., `OH!!! YESSS!!" as the warm cum flooded her mouth. She gulped and swallowed,gulped and swallowed until both the twitching and the cumming stopped, She backed off, gave the red tip a lip, and released the cock to soften. "God, that was great. You may be better than Paige. " He leaned down and kissed Marsha, who swung herself down on couch, then moved over for Pete. He took the hint and lay down, kissing and playing with each other's nipples until Pete began to slide on top of her. As he did, Marsha spread and raised her knees. A bit of a fumble and his hard again cock slid easily into her wet pussy. "Yes," she said. "Oh, yes," and placed her hands on his butt as he kissed her and began to speed up. * * * * * * * * * * * * Some half hour later, as Paige and Mason began to pace, Marsha showed up with Pete. "Bi, Marsha," he said, "Thanks." "Thanks to you, Pete," she responded and they had a brief kiss before Pete turned and headed for his car. "I guess I'm a bit late," Marsha said. "I think so, Marsha. What happened?" Mason said, irritation in his voice, "Let's get in the car and go home. I'll tell you on the way. Just the high points, or the gory details." "Gory details," Paige said. "I hope this won't cause you and Jerry to separate." "It won't. But I'm going to suggest to Jerry that he join too. That should keep jealousy down. " "You can suggest it for sure." "Sis. I'm trying to be delicate. But when you get home, you need to take a shower and put those clothes in the hamper." Marsha gave a short laugh, "I probably do. We got carried away. He didn't want me to go down on him - then. So I gave him head and then we made love, the old standard, but we put some pizzas into it. It was almost over, but then he slid down and went down on me. By that time I'd already cum twice. But his tongue took me over five more times before we made love again, doggie style, and I came three more times. "Then we just lay there with our arms around each other and thought about ways we could get together again without hurting Sammy or Jerry. Do you think we can do that?" "Well, tell you what. You get engaged to Jerry and become the concubine to Pete," Paige suggested. "Yeah. So how's that working out with you?" "Fine right now. I'm here and François is in California with his number two concubine. His arranged first wife is not yet old enough to marry him. " Paige laughed at that as Marsha joined in. "Well, Jerry said it would be okay. I just didn't realize that there could be such an attraction after two years." "And I didn't realize there could be such an attraction after being in love with one guy for over a year. My thought is to let this settle down. If he asks how it went, tell him it went fine and that you will accept more invitations. I'd suggest you meet Pete someplace other than a PR. Keep him up to date with your clients. Maybe Pete will decide to end it quickly. Maybe you will, "So how many notes do you have now from others?" "A total of four. One wants to wait until week after next. So three for next week, so far. "Okay. We're home. Now for a shower. " Frank's Fate Right after senior lunch the PA came on: "Teachers who have Paige Jefferson or Marsha or Mason Adams, please send them to the main office at once." Mason looked up at his teacher. "So what did you do, Mason,?" she asked quietly. "I don't know ma'am. You know I'm always in trouble." With that he grabbed his books and was out the door and down the hall to the main office. As he entered the book keeper pointed to the conference room and he nodded thanks and went in. In the conference room were the principal, the vice-principal, the dean of boys, dean of girls, SCA sponsor, Paige, Marsha, Pete, Harry, and Frank, with Frank by himself. "You sent for me, ma'am," Mason said. "Yes, Mason. Now I realize that Paige is your rather serious girl friend and you are both vets of the same Corporation experiment of over a year ago. This will be taken into consideration as we listen. Please tell us what happened the day before yesterday when we broke ground for the dorms for the boarding students to come next year. In your own words, please. "Well, ma'am, part of this is what I saw and what I was told. Paige left the ceremony after it was over with Georges and headed for the school to find me and Desiree. On the way she met up with Frank who asked her about some help from the Locker Club. She reminded him of the format and told him to follow it. He kept on pestering her about it and she finally said, `okay,' very reluctantly. We, Desiree and myself saw them and they went into a PR together. They were in there quite some time. Frank gave us a ride home, with Paige and myself in the way back and Des and George in the middle. Paige said almost nothing to me until we got home. "She took a long shower and then told me that Frank had acted like a jerk. I really don't want to describe what happened, but Frank did something really nasty to Paige. The next day there was a Locker Club meeting and Paige told us that rules were to be followed and then somebody else moved to block Frank from any Locker Club assistance. The vote was 100% to block him. "Later she told him personally in front of witnesses. He got real mad at her, called her some vulgar names and then jumped at her like he was going to hit her. Instead she flipped him and he landed on his back. She put her foot on his throat and told him to get away. He did. "That's about it, Ms. Anderson. " "Mason, thank you. Did you know that Frank was caught on security camera keying the SUV that Marsha drives her and you two to and from school and was in the process of letting the air out of all four tires when physical security caught him at tire number four?" "No ma'am. She was warned that Frank might do something." "Okay. Alright staff. You heard all the witnesses and the defendant. Take your sheet and indicate your vote for the suggested punishment to both Frank and Paige. No discussion. Hold up your hand when you have finished and Ms. Williams will collect your sheets and then tally the votes. She will announce the votes one by one, without naming who voted. Let's now vote." Glances passed between all the students except Frank when a punishment for Paige was mentioned. Mason bit his lip. Well, she had thrown the guy into the air and put her foot on his throat! "Okay. Voter One. Frank - expulsion and forbidden to associate with any school function. Paige - Three public paddles, freshman and sophomore lunch. Voter Two. Frank - expulsion and forbidden to associate with any school function. Paige - One public paddle, same time. Voter Three. Frank - expulsion and forbidden to associate with any school function. Paige - two days suspension. Voter Four. Frank - ten days suspension and five public paddles. Paige - three public paddles, freshman and sophomore lunch. Voter Five. Frank - expulsion and forbidden to associate with any school function. Paige - four public paddles, freshman and sophomore lunch. "As I see it, the vote is four to one for Frank to be expelled and denied access to the school in any way. Frank, you may leave now and return tomorrow morning after classes begin with a parent if you so choose to clean out your personal belongings and return to the school all school property. Paige has four votes for the paddle, one for one, two for three, and one for four. The maximum for a fight where nobody is seriously injured is five. so unless there is an objection, three strikes of the paddle administered by the Dean of Boys under the direction of the Dean of Girls tomorrow during freshman.sophomore lunch. Any questions?" Mason jumped to his feet. "Ms. Anderson. Please. May I take Paige's punishment? She's a girl, Ms. Anderson!" "Mason. I love your heart and gallantry. Any one hundred pound girl who can toss a 175 pound tight end six feet should be able to withstand three strikes. No. She is a student leader and hero. To do less demeans her and sets a bad example. Frank, you haven't left yet. Let me be clear. I want to see your butt going out that door in thirty seconds or Officer Friendly will escort you out." Frank glanced around and left, slamming the door behind him. "This is now out of session. Students, please return to your class. I request that you make no comment until after tomorrow. Staff, back to your normal duties. Paige, a word with you. No, Mason, go to class." Mason turned to Paige, but left. When Paige, Mason, and Marsha left school that afternoon and walked to the SUV they found an AAA truck filling the last tire while one woman took pictures of the scratch marks. Once they were finished, the three got in and Marsha drove towards Paige's home, where she and Mason were sleeping for the next three days. It was quiet in the SUV. As Paige and Mason got out, Marsha turned to them. "Paige, I'm sorry. Good luck tomorrow.," "I'll be okay. They didn't expel me. They maybe could have. The bad thing is telling my parents. I'm sure the school let them know. " But nothing was said at dinner. In fact, it passed very pleasantly. Shirley was there for the night and she and Pat talked about kindergarten and what they did today. Homework passed silently though Mason was not quite sure he followed the instructions. There had been few paddlings at Jones and only one he had witnessed. It had been quite formal and the students were struck silent through the entire ordeal. But the one punished had been a boy, not a girl. Not his girl. Later, after good nights and tooth brushing they lay in bed together, cuddling, kissing. "Scared?" he whispered. "A bit. But I'll get over it. Remember, I broke my arm in practice when I was seven. Maybe this will teach others to find a better way. I should have gone to an adult. Kiss me, Mason. And let's go to sleep." * * * * * * * * * * * * The lunch called "freshman and sophomore" was actually seventh through sophomore and split up second block. On Orange Day, Paige's second block study hall was split by lunch. To add insult to injury she had to drop a note in a junior's locker that she could not keep the day's appointment during "Fresh/Soph" lunch. After the teacher took roll he said, "Okay. Listen up carefully. When the bell goes for lunch, everybody will go to the cafeteria, even if you normally bring lunch and eat in the outdoor commons. Do not go to the lunch line, but go take a seat at a table with chairs. Unfortunately, there will be a paddling then. After that, the lunch line will be open." As Mr. Stankawitz finished, Jenna, sitting next to Paige, put her arms around her and gave her a hug. Mr. Stankawitz pretended he didn't see students get up and give Paige a pat. Then, just before the lunch bell rang, Mr., Stankawitz walked up to Paige and said quietly to her, "Paige, you need to go to the cafeteria now. Report to the Dean of Girls. I think this... sucks." "Thanks, Mr. Stankawitz. I'll be okay. " She got up and headed for the cafeteria. Entering, she saw one table in the center with no chairs around it, but a large towel and a pillow. The two deans stood on either side with the school nurse seated some ten feet away, Paige walked up to the Dean of Girls. "Ms. Gordon, I'm reporting as ordered." "I see you are, Paige. Go take that chair to your right - the one by itself. " "Yes ma'am." Paige removed her fanny pack, took from it her chief concubine's necklace and put it on. The bell rang and the students, normally loud with much pushing and pulling filed into the cafeteria and began to fill in the seats. Teachers shooed them in, as though trying to get this over with. Mr. Jones entered. "Quiet and sit down NOW!" he barked to an almost silent room. "You are here to witness punishment for fighting on school grounds for one of your peers. Paige Michelle Jefferson, rise." Paige did. "Paige Michelle Jefferson, were you given a fair and impartial hearing of the offense uttered against you?" "Yes, sir. I was." "Do you accept the verdict of the board?" "Yes, sir, I do," "Deans, escort Paige Michelle Jefferson to the place of punishment." The two deans went to Paige, positioned her on either side, and the Dean of Girls bent down. "Paige, just walk with us. It will be okay." In a louder voice she said, "To the table," and the three walked slowly to the empty,chairless table. They got there and stopped. Again her dean said quietly, "Sweety, bend down over the table, rest your head on the pillow, put your arms out in front of you and spread your legs. "Now. I'm going to slip something into your mouth. It will help. Just open your mouth, Paige, and then close it. Be brave. " "Paige Michelle Jefferson is ready to receive punishment, Mr. Young." Her head on the pillow and looking straight towards the open door, Paige could not see what was going on, but Mr. Young bent over her and said, "Be brave, Paige. " "Mr. Dean. Administer the punishment." The blow rocked her forward and she would have screamed except for the guard in her mouth. "One." She thought she heard the paddle coming towards her bare butt before it hit. Again she rocked forward from the blow. "Two." A pause and then the sound and the smack and again she hit the table's edge with her stomach, a trifle to the force of the blow. "Three. You may stand up." With an obvious wobble,she did. And in ones and twos and fives, and tens, the students stood up. "Yeah Paige!" came from a boy's voice, and then another and another, Then the tears appeared. The Dean of Girls stepped up and put an arm around her, removed the mouth piece and wiped off the tears. "Choke `em back, girl. You did fine." "Thank...thank you. I'm okay. It's them." She heard "For she's a jolly good fellow..." and suddenly Mason was by her side. He put his arm around her. "I don't care if this will give me three. This is my girl, my fiancé, and I'm going to protect her." The Dean of Boys handed Mason the pillow. "Somehow, I'm not sure I'd win against you today. Take her, let her sit on the pillow, bring her her lunch." "Thanks," Mason said, as he walked Paige to a seat at a table after putting the pillow down, "Hey, guys. Thanks," he shouted. "I know Paige wants us to have lunch. Let's eat." The Virginity Issue Paige walked into Ms. Anderson's office, holding the note she'd received at the beginning of study hall. "Sit down, Paige," the principal said. "How are you?" "I'm okay, thank you. I'll say it was hard to sit down yesterday." "I'm sure. Well, you took it very bravely. I'm sorry it had to be done, but I have to say you really deserved it." "I'm afraid you're right. Sometimes I don't think things through." "Paige, you are a wonderful, brilliant girl. Somehow you manage to juggle two great boys - well, a man and a boy, and all three of you seem happy. But you are still fourteen. And thinking things through is what I called you about. We need the help of the Locker Club. "Ma'am?" "The school knows what goes on, what the club does, and, on the whole, we think your club provides a good service. But some guidance is needed. You may not know it, but your seventh grade boy is hitting on fifth and sixth graders. He's trying to con them into paying five dollars to surrender their virginity. Quite frankly, we're concerned about the number of non virgins, both boys and girls, who are under fourteen." "Ma'am, I think you know that Mason, Jenna, and I were all twelve when we gave each other our virginity. It seems a bit strange for the Corporation to suddenly get upset when they set kids up to become sexually active." Ms. Anderson shook her head. "There's an old saying, Paige. "In order to cook an omelette, you have to break some eggs. Truth is, the best combination is probably thirteen year old boys and twelve year old girls. I'm sure you are aware that girls are emotionally, physically, and intellectually more advanced than boys. Mason is an exception. "Now, here is what I'd like you to do. First of all talk to the boy in private. Remind him he is in the club to service clients, not seduce them. "Yes, ma'am. "Next, and I'd talk to a couple of your older members about this. We can't have the boys in the club deflowering girls thirteen and younger. If they have a young client, either determine their actual status - somebody might keep a record - you know, locker 632 is virgin. 654 is notor just try to limit what can happen if the girl is younger than fourteen, For that matter, freshmen and sophomores should be encourage to remain virgin if they are. "Ma'am, isn't this virginity until marriage a remnant of male superiority and ownership of females?" "Yes, it is. But it seems implanted in us now. There are many studies that show the loss of virginity at a young age can harm a girl. One of the reasons for this lab school is to reduce a girl's sexuality." "But, but, we're all undressed! Every boy in the school sees our breasts, our vulva. We see their penis." "Yep. And it becomes a blur. How many classe do you have with Mason? " "Three, ma'am, science, a study hall, and social studies." "Do you eat lunch with him?" "Yes ma'am." "Okay, this is a very personal question, Paige, I understand that you and Mason rotate between your house and his but normally sleep together six nights a week. How often do you make love?" "Uh, I'd have to check my diary, ma'am, but I think about every other night. And probably two or three mornings." "In school, what's the condition of Mason's penis?" "It's soft, ma'am." She gave a quick giggle. "It still looks like it did most of the time during the experiment." "What about when you get ready to make love?" "He's erect, ma'am. A kiss and a hug and, pardon me, he's hard and six inches." "My point, Paige. He's not concerned with sexuality with all these unclothed girls and other boys around him. But alone with you, nude under the covers, maybe a soft light on, he's ready to go, I'll bet that were you two in Mary Mount, he'd have an erection half the day." Paige grinned. "You're probably right, Ms. Anderson. When we slow dance with clothes on..." "Oh. A question for you Paige. Yesterday, before the paddling, you took out a necklace that looked like it was gold and had a stone that looked like a ruby. That was quite something. May I ask where you got it and is it real?" "It's real. I think it's 18 karat and the stone is a ruby. I was given it in a ceremony. Will you keep something very secret? Here only Jenna, Mason, Desiree, and Georges know what it is." "You have my word, Paige." "I know this sounds strange, but that necklace is the insignia of the chief concubine of a prince who has two concubines," "Such still exist?" "We do. But that's a long story, Ms. Anderson." "Yes. And I have one other thing to go over with you. As you know next year we will have a dorm that will house up to two hundred students in grades six through twelve. There will also be a very experimental group of third, fourth, and fifth graders - maybe fifteen. This last group with have "house parents" that will act as parents. The regulars will have advisors, who will be older students who have been here since the beginning - a boy and a girl. The seniors and juniors will have a husband -wife teacher team, the freshman and sophomores will have a juniors or senior, the sixth, seventh, and eighth will have two teams, freshman or sophomore. As it stands right now, you and Mason are at the top under consideration for one of those teams." "So would we stay in this dorm?" "You'd have a mini apartment - bedroom, bath, living/dining, and mini kitchen. Because of your relationship, the bedroom would have a queen size bed at least. A team where they are not in a relationship would have two twin beds. You'd rotate going home for the weekend when you wanted to, or special events. In addition, you would get a small stipend. " "Should I tell Mason?" "Not yet," The student bathrooms would be, like in the school, unisex and would include showers. Rooms would be for two students and two beds. Room mates may be single sex or mixed. "That's the basis. What do you think?" "Well, clothes?" "Washing will be easy. A covered breezeway will link school and dorm - no need to have your locker used as clothes storage." "Sounds like fun." "We have high hopes, Well - it looks like your study hall time is about over, Paige. Let me sign your pass. And Paige --" "Yes, ma'am?" "I do not want to have you display your pussy to your classmates in the cafeteria again. You understand me?" "Yes, ma'am. I will try to think!" Ms. Anderson gave her a hug, signed her pass, and gave her a pat on the butt out the door, If you liked this part of "The François Series " or any of the other Paige-Mason-Jenna stories, please consider a donation to Nifty. Comments, pro or con to the author are always appreciated.