CLP-188 The Headmaster by William St. Cyr Foreword ... - OpenDrive

But as Erica and numerous other girls had discovered, the absurdly short gym slips could create effects
quite unintended by their sponsors. For, as the girls had learned, some to their embarrassment and
others to their intense delight, the combination of short skirts, black stocking tops and milk white thighs
was completely mesmerizing to the masculine eye. By flashing her white thighs, contrasting vividly with
her black stocking tops and garter belt, a girl could usually get exactly what she wanted from the
opposite sex.
"So we meet again, Erica!" Mr. Hopkins finally spoke. The statement had its obvious implications, and
their eyes met with understanding.
"Please, Frank ..." Erica spoke hastily, using a form of address that no other girl in the school would
have dared employ.
The Headmaster put up his hand in a manner that indicated that such familiarity was forbidden, at least at
this stage of the proceedings. Her face hotly flushed, Erica made no further attempt to speak and
lowered her eyes demurely.
Frank picked up the registration form that contained Erica's vital statistics, and read parts of it aloud:
"Erica Schmidt. Born 1921. Native of Hamburg, Germany. Father, an importer currently working in
Liverpool. Speaks English and French fluently."
With a shrug, he tossed the form back on his desk. "Let's face it, Erica," he said quietly. "With the state
of the world being what it is, you'll go back to Germany this summer and that will be the last we'll see of
each other. So this will probably be the last time you will report to me for punishment." He hesitated
slightly before pronouncing the last word, as if it were not really adequate to describe what was to
transpire between them.
"Please, Frank, couldn't we just skip the punishment part of it," Erica spoke with obvious distress. "Let
me ... You know what I like to do for you!"
The Headmaster feigned amused indifference to the young girl's statement. "That's surprising," he
remarked with the slightest tinge of sarcasm in his voice. "Particularly considering the offense for which
you have been sent here!"
Erica's face colored visibly at the reference to her misdeed. Frank reached into his desk drawer and
pulled out a confidential and quite detailed report from one of the instructresses regarding a Lesbian
incident involving Erica and another girl. The two of them had been caught in the ultimate Lesbian
embrace, which the Victorian minded authoress of the report had described in highly critical terms but
with what might appear to be an unnecessary attention to detail.
"Their knickers were completely removed," Frank read aloud from the report. "Their gym slips were
rolled up above the waist. They were still wearing their garter belts and stockings. The two of them were
simultaneously performing a contemptible act with their mouths and tongue, in a pose that is sometimes
described as the French position. Both of them were displaying a great deal of emotion."
Erica wriggled with girlish shame as the details of her misconduct were read out.
"Erica, I must say that I'm shocked to get this type of report about you, of all people," Frank remarked
as he set the report down.
"I'm not a Lesbian," Erica defended herself heatedly. "And you know it! It's just that ... around here
there aren't many boys, and a girl gets ... gets itchy!"