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deeperinmypower
Master Mesmerist
- Joined
- Mar 25, 2018
- Location
- London, UK
David Cole checked his wrist-watch - 5pm - and opened the door to the almost empty classroom.
With a pad of A4 paper under his arm, and a well-thumbed copy of Macbeth in his other hand, he strode over to the desk at the front of the room, placing the book on top, before turning to address his audience - an audience of one.
The almost-six-foot-tall, brown-haired man looked at the young woman who sat before him. Teaching at a private, all-girls boarding school was a profession and a passion for the thirty-six year old. The school was set in the grounds of a former landowner's country house, a couple of miles from the nearest town. Not impossible to reach for the students, but certainly private enough.
David was happily married - his wife, Sarah, lived with him in a cosy cottage within the grounds. They loved and trusted each other deeply. Sarah knew the older pupils occasionally flirted with her husband, but she knew he only had eyes for her. He himself would admit that they were sometimes attractive, but he was fully prepared to keep everything above board - and his wife was always number one in his heart.
The young lady before him, though - she'd joined the school recently. There'd been rumours of a troubled past - certainly the circumstances surrounding her sudden entrance had been strange, to say the least - but it was her behaviour over this past week that had been more troubling for David. Consistently flaunting the dress code, answering back to teachers, encouraging other students to bunk off lessons - not very encouraging.
Which is how she'd ended up in detention with David. An hour, writing an essay on the merits of respecting authority and dressing professionally, whilst he refreshed his memory of Shakespeare and counted down the minutes until he could go home to dinner with Sarah...
With a pad of A4 paper under his arm, and a well-thumbed copy of Macbeth in his other hand, he strode over to the desk at the front of the room, placing the book on top, before turning to address his audience - an audience of one.
The almost-six-foot-tall, brown-haired man looked at the young woman who sat before him. Teaching at a private, all-girls boarding school was a profession and a passion for the thirty-six year old. The school was set in the grounds of a former landowner's country house, a couple of miles from the nearest town. Not impossible to reach for the students, but certainly private enough.
David was happily married - his wife, Sarah, lived with him in a cosy cottage within the grounds. They loved and trusted each other deeply. Sarah knew the older pupils occasionally flirted with her husband, but she knew he only had eyes for her. He himself would admit that they were sometimes attractive, but he was fully prepared to keep everything above board - and his wife was always number one in his heart.
The young lady before him, though - she'd joined the school recently. There'd been rumours of a troubled past - certainly the circumstances surrounding her sudden entrance had been strange, to say the least - but it was her behaviour over this past week that had been more troubling for David. Consistently flaunting the dress code, answering back to teachers, encouraging other students to bunk off lessons - not very encouraging.
Which is how she'd ended up in detention with David. An hour, writing an essay on the merits of respecting authority and dressing professionally, whilst he refreshed his memory of Shakespeare and counted down the minutes until he could go home to dinner with Sarah...