Date: Mon, 22 Oct 2001 10:41:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: JennaTarp@yahoo.com
Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 1

Archives; St. Monica's School for Girls Part 1
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This work is unsuitable for minors. This work contains graphic descriptions
of sexual behavior between adult females and adult females with minor
females. The explicit nature of the story may be offensive. The religious
backdrop and sometimes-violent content may also be offensive.
Descriptions, scenes, characters and situations are purely fictional and
intended solely for the entertainment of its readers. The author permits
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or otherwise, of this story. Copyright (C) 2001. Send comments to:
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The author permits any kind of archiving, posting, reposting, and
reproduction in fixed form or otherwise, of this story. Copyright (C)
2001. This work is unsuitable for minors. This work contains graphic
descriptions of sexual behavior between adult females and adult females
with minor females. The explicit nature of the story may be offensive. The
religious backdrop and sometimes-violent content may also be offensive.
Descriptions, scenes, characters and situations are purely fictional and
intended solely for the entertainment of its readers. Send comments to:
JennaTarp@yahoo.com


Chapter One

Jenna woke up early today. The first day of school was always exciting, but
today was even more exciting because today, she was the teacher. She felt
fortunate to have been so lucky as too land her first job as a teacher at
St. Monica's School for Girls. And the school was only a half-mile away
from her Midwestern, tree-lined neighborhood. The Catholic school was
renowned in the area for its high standards of discipline and education.

As she showered, the petite blonde reflected back on the interview process
with the head mistress, Sister Ann. She remembered how Sister Ann commented
on how tiny she was and that she wondered if she might 'get lost in the
crowded hallways'. At the time, Jenna felt a little uncomfortable at the
comment and wanted to point out that not many of the teenage girls had
breasts her size, but thought better of it and let the comment
pass. Thinking about it now, she realized that she had, in fact, been
mistaken from behind for a young teenage girl numerous times before. That
was until she turned around and the person saw how large her breasts were
and then immediately realized their mistake.

Jenna marveled at how young Sister Ann was. She couldn't have been more
than forty, but she looked really good for her age, no matter what it
was. When the interview concluded, she recalled, she wasn't sure how well
she had done, but she felt good about it. Jenna remembered her excitement
at receiving the telephone call from Sister Ann notifying her she'd gotten
the job. Now she couldn't wait to start her first day.

Jenna hurriedly laid out the prescribed garb for non-Sister's, as provided
by Sister Ann. White blouse, plaid skirt, white socks and shoes. The
philosophy at the school was that students learn better from teachers that
they can relate too, so teachers were expected to dress in a similar mAnnr
as the students.  Jenna finished powdering herself after her shower and
began to get dressed. Everything fit fine. The blouse was tailor made, so
it accentuated her full figure and gave her already narrow waist and even
tighter V-shape. She pulled on the skirt and realized that it seemed
extremely short. It came to just above mid-thigh. Jenna turned around
several times and checked her appearance in the mirror. She figured the
skirt must have been okay, since the blouse fit perfectly. With one final
approving glance, she gathered her things and headed to school.

Fall was in the air as the smell of freshly fallen leaves filled the air as
she walked from the parking lot to the school. It was a large two-story
brick building, partly covered in ivy, that housed a dorm section for the
girls to sleep in, a recreation room and classrooms. Jenna was scheduled to
teach English and gym this semester and had her first few classes already
mentally mapped out as she entered the school very early for her first
day. The excitement and anticipation had her stomach in knots and she felt
a little nauseous as walked down the empty hallway toward the Head
Mistress' office.

The high ceilings did nothing to lighten the dark corridor and her high
heels echoed as clicked along the linoleum floor as she walked. She noticed
the new posters lining the cold tile walls, welcoming the children back to
school. Each classroom door was trimmed and stained in dark wood, which
framed an opaque wavy glassed window with the classroom number on it. Jenna
clutched her books to her chest as she approached the Head Mistress' office
clearly marked as such.  Jenna tapped sheepishly on the window as she could
only make out a couple shadowy figures inside.

"Come in," a voice inside beckoned.

Jenna slowly opened the door and peeked inside to see Sister Ann and
another woman who was much older. She entered the room when Sister Ann,
seated behind her desk, gestured her to do so with her finger.

"Welcome Jenna. I'd like you to meet Ms. Stach, she's our office
manager. She'll help you get set up in your new room. I hope you're ready
for your first day, it'll be busy."

"Oh, yes, I am. I've been looking forward to it for days now," Jenna said
enthusiastically as she stood on the other side of the large oak desk. "And
it's nice to meet you, Ms. Stach."

Jenna shook the old woman's hand and found it kind of cold and clammy. The
old woman didn't seem real happy to see her and grumbled a "nice to meet
you" back at her. Jenna figured she'd seen a lot of young teachers come and
go in her time and wasn't impressed by anyone new.

"Let me show you to your new classroom," Sister Ann said as she stood and
walked out from behind her desk.

Her black robe looked heavy, as did her habit, Jenna thought. She was just
glad she didn't have to wear it. As they headed back into the hallway Jenna
saw a few other nuns making their way to their classrooms in preparation
for the day. Things were picking up quickly and her anticipation grew
accordingly. Sister Ann pushed open the door to classroom 111 and Jenna
walked in. Jenna had two classes to teach at her new school, English Comp
and gym. The desk at the head of the class was actually a table. The rows
of desks that faced it were the old style with the lift up desktops and
all-in-one construction.

Sister Ann at in the chair behind the teachers desk and patted the table
and said, "This will be your spot for English. And you know where the gym
office is already."

Jenna felt Sister Ann's eyes roam her figure as she stood before her. She
felt a twinge of concern as sister Ann checked her out. Had she forgotten
something? The long pause made Jenna want to scream, "what is it?!", but
she composed herself and asked, "Am I dressed okay?"

"Uh, well, now that you asked, I need to make sure you've followed the
rules we provided you in your orientation packet," Sister Ann stated
plainly.  "Oh yes. I followed them exactly," Jenna reassured her.

"Please step over here," Sister Ann said as she pointed to a spot on the
floor directly in front of her.

Jenna, unsure of why she wanted her so close, was not in any mind to upset
her new employer so early so she stepped onto the spot she pointed too.
Jenna looked down at her head mistress as she watched her hands grab the
hem of her pleated skirt. Her stomach tightened as Sister Ann's hands
touched her outer thighs and began to slide upward. Jenna stepped back and
in a shocked tone exclaimed, "What are you doing?"

"Jenna," began the calm voice of Sister Ann, "I need to check if you're
wearing panties."

"What? Of course, I am," Jenna insisted, thinking that Sister Ann must have
thought she was crazy if she wasn't. But much to her chagrin, Sister Ann
replied, "Then we've got a little problem."

"The dress code for teachers here at St. Monica's clearly states that
teachers must wear ONLY the uniform prescribed and that it is a condition
of employment. No undergarments are permitted here at the school,
Ms. Tarp," Sister Ann declared sounding more authoritative than before. "If
that's a problem, then we'll have to reconsider our offer to you."

Jenna didn't know what to say. She knew she'd only glanced at the
orientation package and didn't really read it. It looked standard to
her. Now, here she stood before her new employer and she had to make a
decision and quick. She could see Sister Ann's disappointment that she'd
apparently agreed to all the conditions of employment and then had
willfully violated one already. Her stomach was really tight now and felt a
bead of sweat form on her forehead.  "Well, Ms Tarp," Sister Ann
impatiently stated, "What's your decision?"  Jenna knew she had blown it
already and didn't want to upset her new employer anymore than she already
had. She must have had her reasons for the policy and she didn't want to
upset her further by asking her for an explanation now. "I, uh...I," Jenna
stammered.

"Come on girl, spit it out! Do you want to work here or don't you?" hissed
a growingly impatient Sister Ann.

"I...yes," withered Jenna as she had concerns of how she would pay bills
and rent if she didn't have a job racing through her mind. "Yes, I
want...the job. I'll do whatever is required, just please don't let me go,"
she pleaded. She hated sounding so needy, but in these economic times jobs
were harder to come by and she'd be smart to hold on to hers.

"Fine," began Sister Ann sternly, "but they're can be no more violations of
school policy, understand?"

"Y-yes, I understand," replied a visibly shaken Jenna. Ten minutes into her
new job and she'd almost lost it. She felt relieved to still have her job
and was determined to do whatever it took to keep it. She understood how
disappointed Sister Ann must have been and she committed to following all
the school rules from that point forward.

"I'll need to collect your undergarments, then. Please remove them and give
them to me. You can pick them up in my office at the end of the day and
take them home with you," Sister Ann stated flatly.

Jenna's stomach tightened again. Certainly she didn't mean for her to take
them off here, now, did she? Jenna's mind was awash with
uncertainty. Should she take them off right here, in the classroom? She
looked at her head mistress who was sitting in her chair with her arms
folded across her chest. She showed no signs of getting up to leave, so
Jenna assumed she must have meant now. This was incredible. Her new
employer was asking her to undress in front of her.

Jenna reasoned that this was in fact, NOT a public school and that perhaps
they could indeed set their own rules. Her thoughts were briefly
interrupted when she heard Sister Ann clear her throat, which she took as a
sign to get on with it. Nervously, Jenna began to unbutton her blouse. Her
sweaty palms and clammy fingers slipped on the buttons as she pressed them
through the tiny holes. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Her
embarrassment increased with each button opened. Halfway down her blouse
she felt as if she would pass out from shear humiliation. Her cheeks
flushed and she had to turn away from her employer as she pulled the blouse
out of the confines of the skirts waistband and opened the last button.

As she pulled the garment off her shoulders the cool room air gave her a
chilling sensation - a sensation she hadn't felt since she was a teenager
when her and her cousin Sandy stripped naked in the woods and ran around
like natives. They had a great time that day, doing something they knew was
wrong, but felt great anyway.

She laid the blouse on the desk beside her as she did her best to cover
herself with her free hand. She glanced over her should at Sister Ann and
took note of her stare. The look confused Jenna and she thought about it as
she reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra. "What was that
look?" she kept asking herself as she pulled the bra off her now throbbing
breasts. When her sizeable breasts were released from their tight confine,
Jenna sighed a barely audible sigh. "What was that for?" she questioned
herself. "What's going on?" Jenna was having an immediate increase in
arousal. She felt her nipples harden as the air struck them and she had an
urge to touch them. She struggled with the idea for a moment, shaking her
head to clear the cobwebs forming there. Why was she feeling like this? She
attempted to cover herself again. This was humiliating. The embarrassment
of the situation took over again. She felt like crying as tears welled up
in each eye when she handed her bra to Sister Ann sitting quietly behind
her.

Jenna couldn't believe it. Was she really standing topless in front of a
Catholic nun for pete's sake? The whole situation was almost more than she
could bear. She wanted to run away and hide. The shame she was feeling was
killing her inside. But she was already committed and had agreed to the
terms of her employment. Shakily, she unclasp the hook on her skirt and let
down the zipper as she tried to use her arms to squeeze her breasts
together and keep them out of sight. "Here goes," she groaned in her mind
as she dropped the skirt to the ground and re-covered her breasts with her
arms and pushed her knees together.

"Oh my gawd," Jenna panicked in her mind, "I'm practically naked. I've got
to get these panties off quick, so I can get dressed again." She dropped
her arms and grabbed the waistband at each hip and bending forward at the
waist, pushed her panties to the floor. Jenna didn't stop to think about
what she had just done until she heard Sister Ann's voice.

"You could have used the restroom to change in, Ms. Tarp," Sister Ann said
in a disgusted tone.

Jenna almost passed out as she stepped out of her panties and bolted
erect. "Oh no, what have I done?!" her brain screamed as she clambered to
cover herself. She didn't know what to do. She stood frozen, naked and
statue-like for what seemed like hours. Her mind was racing and her ears
pounded like bass kettledrums. "What should she do? Would she be fired? Why
did she assume she was supposed to change in front of her? What was she
thinking? Was Sister Ann mad at her? Did she think she was some kind of
pervert? Would she still be allowed to be around children? Should she
apologize? Should ignore Sister Ann's comments and act like she didn't hear
her?" A million questions clouded her mind and limited her decision-making
ability. She didn't even feel Sister Ann's hand on her hips turning her
around to face her. Jenna had gone totally into her own mind as was
completely unaware of her surroundings.

Sister Ann admired the tight slender blonde for a moment. The girls arms
barely covered her large, firm breasts and she could see each nipple was
surrounded by large dark aureoles that were perfect for sucking. It was
obvious to Sister Ann that Jenna worked out. Jenna's small waist and taught
stomach stretched above a soft blonde, triangular mound that had evidence
of excitement clinging to the hair. She knew she had the new teacher in a
humiliating predicament and she was going to take full advantage of the
situation. "Ms. Tarp?" Sister Ann said in stern voice to the unresponsive
girl, "Ms. Tarp!"

Jenna recovered slightly and looked down at Sister Ann who was glaring back
at her with a look of disbelief and disappointment. Jenna tried to cover
herself as she stood naked before the catholic nun, the head mistress, in a
classroom for 7th graders on the morning before the first day of school was
to begin! Somehow, she had done the impossible, the improbable. She had
managed to humiliate herself in the most degrading manner possible. The
whole scene was surreal. Her mind clouded over again as she contemplated
what she should do and what would happen to her.

Jenna stood motionless, staring into space. Sister Ann stood up and hugged
the mortified young woman.

Jenna felt a sudden sense of relief as she was wrapped in the warm robes of
the nun. The humiliated young woman closed her eyes to hide her shame and
hugged the nun back. "I...I," She wanted to tell her she was sorry, but
thought it may draw even more attention to her plight. Jenna wanted to hide
her nakedness and pressed herself closely into the robes of Sister Ann. She
felt the nun comforting her and stroking her soft skinned back. "She is
such a wonderful person for not humiliating me," Jenna told herself, "she
recognizes my shame." Jenna buried her face into the nun's chest and took
comfort in her touch.

As the two stood hugging, Sister Ann seized the moment. She continued to
stroke Jenna's back in soft circles and gradually worked her hand down
across the young woman's ass. When she didn't feel resistance to her touch,
she squeezed the tight butt cheek as she passed over it. The young woman's
soft flesh was so warm. She hadn't touched a young woman for so long, she
was overwhelmed by her luck. Here she had a new young teacher naked in her
arms. She started telling herself how easy it would be to control her. She
could use her position of power to make the young woman 'do' things for
her. She sighed deeply as she squeezed the woman's buttocks with both
hands.

Jenna felt the nun's seeming growing interest in touching her ass, but
figured the nun didn't realize what she was doing. She was a nun after
all. Jenna figured it was just her way of keeping her warm. Since her whole
backside was exposed to the cool room air and her touch did feel kind of
good, she let it pass.

Sister Ann persisted. She began to knead the firm globes with regularity.

Jenna felt uncomfortable and tried to end the prolonged hug.

Sister Ann sensed Jenna's desire to end the hug, but she wasn't ready to
relinquish control just yet. She squeezed the young woman tightly and
cooed, "it's okay Ms. Tarp, don't feel ashamed, it's okay."

At Sister Ann's words something strange began to happen. Jenna felt a
tingling sensation cover her with goose bumps. She closed her eyes and
tried to forget what was happening. She wanted this whole ordeal over
with. Still paralyzed by what she had done, she couldn't understand why her
breathing became shallower. Sister's hands warmed her buttocks and the
constant massaging was suddenly relaxing. Something was happening to her
that she couldn't explain. Waves of emotion were being pushed up from
through her stomach and into her throat. She was beginning to feel
weak. Was this right? Was it okay for her to be hugging a nun? Of course it
was okay, she told herself. Sister Ann was just comforting her, right?

Sister Ann squeezed the woman's cheeks, lifting and separating them. She
could tell by the girls change in breathing that she was starting to enjoy
her manipulations. She really wanted to taste the girls sex, but this
wasn't the time. She continued to circle Jenna's ass in a "wax on, wax
off," fashion. She could see that Jenna was distraught, but succumbing to
her touch. She had her right where she wanted her. She'd bring her closer
to orgasm before she'd stop and then she'd smack her ass and bring her
quickly back to reality.

Minutes later, Jenna was gasping for air, or so it seemed, as her body heat
rose inexplicably. Her mind was reeling. She didn't understand any of
it. She must be sick for letting these innocent touches by a nun arouse
her. But, she couldn't help it they felt so good. She relaxed her legs a
bit and spread her feet a little. Secretly she hoped Sister would push a
finger into her anus.

Suddenly she felt an electric shock bolt through the center of her body,
forcing her to jump and squeal and cover herself. She looked around the
room, gathering her thoughts and taking in her circumstances.

"Ms. Tarp!" exclaimed Sister Ann with a smack on her ass, "What are you
doing?! Get dressed right now, you have a class to teach." She knew that
she had established an early base of control over the young woman and would
have lots of opportunity to expand upon the situation.

Jenna was shocked at her own behavior. How could she have allowed herself
to become aroused by the touch of a nun? She must be sick. Suddenly she
realized she was still naked and standing in front of her new employer. She
grabbed her blouse and picked up her skirt and turned around and quickly
tried to get dressed. What had she done? How could she have been standing
there like that? What was she thinking?

As she buttoned the last button on her blouse and tucked it in, she felt
like crying again. She straightened her skirt and wondered what this all
meant. "Sister Ann...please forgive me...I'm sorry for...for whatever I
did," she said in a sheepish shaky tone.

"We'll let bygones be bygones, Ms. Tarp, so long as you follow all the
rules and conduct yourself in a proper manner everything will be fine,"
Sister Ann reassured her. "Now you have a class to teach." Sister Ann had a
devilish plan to add to Jenna's humiliation and self-consciousness so she
asked, "What's that smell?"

"Uh, what smell?" asked a shaky Jenna, still somewhat aroused, but
humiliated beyond belief.

"It smells like...like..." Sister Ann started as she acted like she was
trying to figure out the odor by sniffing the air, "...fish."

Jenna almost passed out. She felt tunnel vision as her heart sank. Was that
her? Was that her recent unexplained arousal that Sister Ann smelled? She
felt like crawling into a hole. How much more humiliation would she have to
endure? She had already violated school policy by wearing undergarments and
then humiliated herself by stripping in front of her new boss and allowing
herself to feel arousal and now she smelled like sex on top of all that!?

Jenna wanted to quit. She didn't know what to say or what to do. Her
parents always taught her to come clean and admit what you did and take
responsibility. She knew she'd have to admit that she had somehow become
sexually aroused when she had removed her undergarments but that the whole
thing was a big mistake.  She felt her breath being sucked away as she
began, "uh, Sister Ann, I, uh, don't know what happened," she stammered.

"You don't know how what happened, Ms. Tarp?" pushed Sister Ann sensing her
humiliation.

"I, uh, I don't know how...but I somehow became aroused when...when I took
my clothes off. Oh gawd, please forgive me for I have sinned!" Jenna
finally blurted out. Feverishly she tried to explain what happened, "I
didn't mean to break the rules and when you told me to give you my
undergarments, I thought you meant right then and when I took my clothes
off...I don't know what happened. I just became aroused and I almost had
an...and I don't know, I don't know!" Jenna sobbed as she covered her face
with her hands.

"Now, now girl. It's okay," Sister Ann said as she consoled the distraught
young woman. "If I told you how many young girls have become aroused when
they stand in front of me, you wouldn't believe it. I think it's the
robes," she chuckled. "You're fine," she said aloud while thinking, "oh so
fine..."


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