A Stern Secret Santa 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
There a Secret Santa with a difference going on at The Stern Academy!


A Stern Secret Santa

It was getting close to Christmas and 'someone', had had the idea of doing a
Secret Santa at The Stern Academy. The private school that was, according to
the highly polished brass plaque in the reception area 'An educational
establishment dedicated to providing a stimulating and disciplined environment
for selected young girls and boys.' Now anywhere else and this would have been
a good festive activity, a laugh, a jovial treat and a chance to pass on the
spirt of Christmas and have some fun, but here at The Stern Academy ... ...
Well it was bound to be a 'bit' different! (Reader may wish to read the
previous other Stern stories - A Stern Start, A Stern Talking To Pt 1 & Pt2, A
Stern Visit, School Boy Error, A Stern Offer, A Stern Hit, A Good Stern Clear
Out, A Stern Job, A Stern Enrolment, A Stern Report, A Stern Enrolment, A
Stern Start, A Stern Career, A Stern Recruitment, The 12, Stern, Days Before
Christmas, Christmas Surprise, A Stern Trip.)

Notices had been put up all around the school, in the staffroom, changing
rooms, behind the bike shed and anywhere were you might find a teacher and
student, together. Anyone who wanted to take part had to hand their names into
Rachel the school secretary by midday. There was a very positive response form
both staff and students, everyone liked the idea of a bit of giving and
receiving at Christmas!

When all the names where in, Rachel past them over to the school's 'delightful
double act' that was Trixie & Dixie, the devious and mischievous ponytailed
brunette and pigtail blond, the school's Head Girls. These two now sorted out
who would be who's 'Secret Santa', the girl's set themselves up in a room, one
desk two chairs and two jars, half the names in one jar the other half in the
other.

Trixie pulled out one name, leaned over the table and gave her girlfriend a
kiss. Dixie then picked out a name for the second jar and then returned her
friends generous gift of a kiss back, with another kiss, and so on. The first
pair of Secret Santa's had been chosen. But it wasn't long before all this
choosing of names and kisses had got the two Head Girls worked up a bit too
much. Soon the floor of the room was covered with pieces of paper with names
on them, two large jars spinning around and various pieces of schoolgirl
uniform! All there was on the table was Trixie on top of Dixie, the brunette
held the blond down and she pleased her so much! Hold on they've moved its
now, the pigtail girl who's all over the ponytail girl, 'all over the ponytail
girl!'

Sometime, much, later and OPPPSSS! All the pieces of paper where collected up
off the floor and put together, then hurriedly sorted out, sort off, and
finally the Secret Santa had been organised! It might not have been the best
planned Secret Santa, but it was all now ready to go, names where put into
envelopes and sent out to all those taking part.

Amongst all these names where the school's selection of 'Special Student',
these where those who had been 'personally' selected by the Headmistress, Ms A
Stern, through her vigour selection process, taking place in her office and on
top of her large desk. A process where they had to fully show to the
Headmistress that they had the skill, the ability, the methods and the energy
to pleasure, gratify, fulfil and satisfy the various demands, urges and
desires of the female member of staff here that the school.

These special students were of course given priority in the Secret Santa to be
paired up with one of the female teachers at the school. Even though each
teacher did have one, possible two very distinct 'special student' that was
primarily theirs, but still shared by everyone. The girls decided it would be
good, for everyone, if teachers didn't get their own private special student,
time to mix it up a bit for Christmas, make things a bit more 'interesting!'

So, now it was time to see who got who, and what 'Santa' had brought them? As
the various gifts where passed over, all around the school the Headmistress Ms
Stern was going for a walkabout to see how this was all going. The mature
archetypal, dominant but beautiful Headmistress was dressed in her normal way
for school. In high heeled shoes, making her that bit taller, then a pair of
fishnet stocking, well it was Christmas so time to dressed up a 'little' bit
more. A smart knee length skirt with revealing splits down each side/ Past her
slender waist was a crisp white blouse with enough buttons undone to allow her
thrusting bosom to be seen clearly. All this was finished off with the added
'Headmistress' accessories, the flowing black gown, the old fashion mortar
board on top of her fair hair and attractive head. The horn-rimmed glasses
that sat halfway down her cute nose that allowed her deep piercing blue eyes
to look over them as she eyed up whoever was in front of her. And if you where
lucky she would then bite on those red lips of hers before using the old
traditional style cane that rested in her firm, delicate, yet very strong
hand.

But as it was Christmas even Mrs Stern had got into the festive spirit, there
was a piece of mistletoe attached to the end of her cane. The cane was one of
many discipline methods that the Headmistress had at her disposal when dealing
with 'naughty' students. But here at the Stern Academy the problem was that
most of the students quite enjoyed a bit of discipline, the Stern way!

The Headmistress had just looked into one of the classrooms and seen a teacher
and her student enjoying their Secret Santa. Mrs Matthews the Head of Home
economics, or was it cookery?, was with young Sam Harper, the schools Deputy
Head Boy. Not a normal scenario as this lad certainly didn't know his way
around any kitchen, but did know a thing or two about getting his way around a
woman's body!

The lad had presented the tall brunette was a recipe book, not that original
you might think, but in this case, it did bring a certain grin the woman's
attractive face. 'One Hundred Erotic Recipe's', now there was a book to entice
the female teacher, and the recipe on page 69 had already grabbed her
attention. She had also given the lad his present and large jar of edible
chocolate body paste. The woman had then, lifted her leg and placed her foot
on a chair, she pulled up her skirt a bit further and said "so, where would
you like to start?" Young Sam smiled, suddenly he'd become quite 'hungry!'

When Ms Stern had looked into the Cookery room she'd seen that Mrs Matthews
was laying on top of one of the workstations and was naked, while young Sam
was up on the workstation, hovering over the woman as he covered her stomach
with the paste, ready to feast on her, again! Sam was also naked and by the
looks of teacher and student both their bodies where smeared with the paste,
looks as if this was going to be a messy, but a very enjoyable Secret Santa!

As Sam went down to feast on Mrs Mathew's and 'clean' the chocolate off her
body, again, the woman was glade she had a few more jars of the paste, ready
for emergencies!

Ms Stern smiled as she moved away from the door that she'd been looking in,
and pleased that when designing the school, she'd insisted on a glass strip
being placed into 'most of' the doors here. It allowed her to sneak a look in
at all the various 'activities' that went on in her school when she had her
walkabouts. But now she carried on and as she turned the corner the woman
almost bumped into two of her students, a pair of newish students here at the
school who were already making a name for themselves.

Brother and Sister, George & Georgina, the Farley twins where quite the double
act, the sibling liked to do everything together and where very endearing and
dedicated to always doing the best they could, together. Even though they were
quite new to the school, the pair had been noted and fast tracked to the role
of special students, and Ms Stern had enjoyed their 'assessment' for this
role. But even so the pair where so in awe of Ms Stern and a bit fearful of
the Headmistress. This was typical of the new students, even the new special
students, but in time they would be less fearful of her, but be in more
admiration and desire of the woman as they got to 'know her' even better! But
Ms Stern liked to 'play' that bit more with the minds of the newer students,
especially out here in the school, just liked she enjoying playing with them
in the privacy of her study, but in a different way!

Ms Stern looked down on the faces of George & Georgina, the impish pair of
siblings, who were now still and silent, for a change. The mature woman looked
into the scared, excited and yearning eyes of the twins, it was a look that
the Headmistress liked to see in her students. Ms Stern placed her hand on
George and pushed him back against the corridor wall, then the same to his
Sister Georgina. The woman now moved in closer to her two students, a lot
closer, forcing the twins to look up high so they could still see her. The
Headmistress' large breasts came nearer and nearer to the sibling, closer and
closer until those firm breasts were pushing into the young faces of George &
Georgina.

The older woman was smothering her students with her breasts, that crisp white
blouse covered their young faces. George & Georgina could feel the material of
the blouses, feel the shape of the bra that she wore and could feel those
soft, large, firm breasts pushing against their faces. The siblings had forgot
all about breathing as the feeling of those breasts against them was just
overwhelming. But eventually the Headmistress pulled back and allowed her
students to breath again, 'dame!' To be suffocated by Ms Stern, the
Headmistress' breasts had taken their breath away! To be free of her breasts
wasn't what either of them wanted and all they could do was to look up, gasp
for breath and give the older woman that 'puppy dog' look of 'please, please,
again, please!'

This looked pleased Ms Stern, she raised the cane, with the mistletoe on the
end in her hand over George's head. She gave the lad a gentle kiss on the side
of his face, then she turned, moved the mistletoe over to Georgina's head and
gave her a kiss on her cheek. The siblings each gave a sigh of delight, but
there was a pang of despair and wanting in their eyes as the Headmistress now
turned around and said "off you two go, I'm sure you should be somewhere else
right now!" George & Georgina could only think about being smothered by those
breasts as the Headmistress smiled and sent them on their way. They were a
lovely pair, the twins, and Ms Stern was sure they would have a bright future
here at the Stern Academy

George & Georgina now staggered off together down the corridor, mouths open
wide, head still spinning from the awesome smothering they'd just received. Ms
Stern laughter to herself as she watched the sibling pair totter off, the next
time she had either one of them in her office it would be like letting off a
hand grenade, an explosion of lust, that should be fun! Halfway down the
corridor there where two doors, both closed, as the siblings finally got to
these doors, they were instantly opened. Hands, arms came out, George was
grabbed by one hand, Georgina by the other and the twins was hauled,
unceremoniously towards the open doors.

George was dragged into the classroom of Mrs Goodrub the Geography teacher,
although recently married she'd tried to be good, be faithful, but working
here at the Stern Academy there was just too much 'temptation!' On the other
side Mrs Grant, the English teacher had her hand, hands on Georgina. The two
women had decided that these twins needed a different Secret Santa gift and
bit of a 'one on one' time. Normally the twins, George & Georgina, did
'everything' together, now it was time to go it alone, so to speak. Then as an
'extra' present once they had enjoyed the first gift, it would be time to swop
over!

Ms Stern carried on with her tour of the school, confidant knowing that the
Secret Santa was all going well!

One of the others to receive their Secret Santa was Ms Young, the schools
History Teacher, a mature woman of 40 something, which wasn't bad considering
her name. She was quite good looking and with her short brown hair, that
infectious smile she had, she was a favourite with the students. Especially
when dressed in her normal way of tight leather trousers, boots and white
blouse.

But with her deep interest in history this had also tainted her other
'interests!' History was filled with brutal, vicious, ruthless and callous
events and so Ms Young had a taste for the more dark, sadistic, forbidding and
cold-hearted ways within her own 'love life.' This macabre 'fixation' had lead
the History teacher to organise a number of different lessons that had taken
place in castle dungeons, torture chambers, prison cells, those sorts of
places. Giving her students a real taste of the darker side of ... ...
History!

The woman was also known for using various different 'items' to bring history
to life in her lessons, both classroom lessons and the private one to one
lessons she had with 'certain students.' Items such as whips, chains, shackles
and other items, where regularly on hand to show and use, she had even set up
her own 'chamber' down in the school's cellars, near to the hot boiler room.
Her own torture chamber, with a rack, manacles, cat-o'-nine-tails, and various
cages. She used the room to 'fully explain' to certain students just how
chilling history had been, and what it really felt like! There was many a lad
that had been whipped into grateful submission by Ms Young in her 'special
teaching room', aka 'The Dungeon!'

Even with her more gruesome side, she was a popular teacher, many of the boys
and girls at the Stern Academy liked her. The way she whipped her students
into shape, how she made them beg for ... ... extra work, and how she
strenuously put her darling students under, hot, demanding, temping and
satisfying pressure. Not a teacher for the faint hearted, but the more she
forced her teaching method on her students the more they responded and
delivered the goods!

So, who would be this woman's Secret Santa? Ms Young, of course as all the
teachers had, had her own individual 'special student' not someone she owned,
but she had thought about that, but wasn't sure it would be allowed! Each
teacher individual special student was a youth who was 'close' to that
teacher, but still of course shared equally around, they were just a bit more
of a favourite! Her very individual 'special student' was Simon, but the woman
had an idea she wouldn't get him in this Secret Santa, she knew Trixie & Dixie
would change things about so who would she get?

Ms Young was in her office, sat behind her desk finishing off a report on
young Robert's performance in The Dungeon, a very good A grade, he'd lasted
for two days down there before she broke him and he beggared her for mercy.
But even so it was another full day before she released him, he did beg so
well and performed well above expectation to earn his release. The History
teacher just finished her report when there was a knock at the door, she knew
it was Secret Santa time, "Enter!"

Into Ms Young office with a gift in their hands for the teacher walked one of
the newest students at the school, a delightfully young girl by the name of
Sally. The girl was a charming little thing, demure and quite lovely looking
with her short blond hair and cute button nose. She was petite, pretty, polite
and pleasant and stood there all innocent like, in front of the leather loving
mature Ms Young's desk. The girl placed a small box on the desk, covered in
decorative paper and a pink ribbon. Ms Young looked up at the cute girl,
pulled open a drawn in her desk and produced a similar size box, wrapped in
brown paper and with a black bow. The two pushed their presents across the
desk to its recipient. The gift where both picked up and unwrapped, the boxed
where opened and ... ... ' OHHH! OWHH!

Ms Young pulled out of her box a set of very pink, very fluffy, very girly
handcuffs and Sally pulled out of her box a black studded dog collar and lead.
Ms Young was pleasant surprised by Sally's gift 'this girl shows a lot of
promise.' Sally grinned, she'd had an idea, after hearing the reputation this
teacher had, that the gift she'd receive would be somehow leather and
domineering in some way. But that would be kind of fun she thought, and now
looking at it she did like it!

Ms Young held up the handcuffs, Sally held up the collar and lead, they both
looked at each other and there was a grin of mutual respect and liking for
each other and their presents. Sally now smiled as she climbed up and onto Ms
Young desk, the demur schoolgirl prowled across the desk towards the teacher.
Holding the collar and lead in one hand, she took the handcuffs out of Ms
Young hand and held both 'gifts' up. "Which do we try first, Miss?"

Ms Young smiled, reached out and grabbed the shy little girl, her hand went
behind her pretty head and pulled Sally close to her face, "well try both,
together!" Then Ms Young, kisses Sally passionately and a new 'friendship' was
started.

In another part of the school, the photocopying room, Miss Steel the schools
Deputy Headmistress was not in a good mood. She was having just a few problems
with the copier and it wasn't for the first time. Although the woman who was a
disciplined, strict and well organised woman, right now she just didn't have
the patients for paperwork! Especially when this also meant it all had to be
done it triplicate, so it could be filed and sent off and god knows what else.
There was lots to do, the end of year reports on student progression. But here
at the Stern Academy most student where only progression in 'one particular
area', and that shouldn't be put in a report! There where financial reports
that had to be altered, after all there was the school's money and then there
were a few 'other' oversea accounts that money went into. Which really needed
to be kept quiet! And those where just two of the easier reports that needed
some 'alterations' put in. Well about now Miss Steel was feeling like she just
wanted to burn it all!

What didn't help was the fact that the photocopier had persistently decide not
to work for her this past week, it was driving the woman quite mad! The dame
machine had stopped working yesterday and she hoped it was going to be
different today! The strong woman, smartly dressed for work and business with
her long dark hair tied carefully up, hit the button again, and again, but
nothing happened. She pressed the button 'Again!' 'Nothing!' BANG! Miss Steel
slammed her hand down on the machine "Oi, don't do that you'll break it."

The words came from a tall man that had just walked into the room. He was
carrying a toolbox in one hand and had the words 'service engineer' emblazoned
on his coveralls. So, the woman surmised he was here to fix the dame machine!
The man carried on talking as if thinking that someone actually was taking
note of what he was saying. "You need to take care of the machine, this is a
MX-4141N with ... ... " Miss Steel felt herself take in a deep breath as the
man, she instantly felt was annoying, started to open up the machine and take
a look inside.

"You should have called us earlier and not carried on using it, your fault
really ... ... " he crouched down and pulled out a trapped piece of paper.
Screwed it up and chucked it away, the piece of paper bounced across the floor
and only stopped when it hit one of Miss Steel's smart, black high heeled
shoes. The woman looked down at the screwed-up paper, not quite believing that
the man had done that ... ... then, "here love, fancy doing your secretary bit
and running off to make me a cuppa, while I fix this mess you've made."

Miss Steel looked up from the piece of paper to the crouched man with his head
in the main part of the large machine, WHACK! UUUUHHHH! The point of Miss
Steel's shoe dug deep into the side of the engineer, catching him sharply in
his ribs and make the man wince and jolt. He clinched his teeth, flinched and
took in a painful intake of breath, then turned his head towards the woman
who'd kicked him, 'but why?' As his head turned all he saw was the attractive
woman, in her late 20's, and smartly turned out, as she now lurched forward
towards him, sending her fist, SMACK!

The woman had had quite enough of this man, in the short time he'd been in
that room with her, Miss Steel had got to dislike him! Really dislike him
WHACK! She'd came at the man with her fist, again and sent him crashing down
to the floor and followed this up with another swift kick. That second blow
sent the repairman rolling over and only a pile of boxes of photocopying paper
stopped him. But if he thought that was the end of it he was mistaken, SMASH!
ARRRRHHHH!

Miss Steel, came straight for the man, reaching down, grabbing onto his head
by his hair and then smashing it into the floor, then again, and again. Almost
as if the woman was getting some pent-up frustration out of her system! With a
trickle of blood running out of his nose and messing up the floor the woman,
still with a firm grasp on his hair, dragged the man upwards, turned his head
towards the open panel of the photocopier and now CRASH! She slammed his head
into his 'precious' machines, slamming it into the workings of the photocopier
again and again and again. "Have you fixed it yet?" SMASH! Once more just in
case there was something the man had missed!

The woman gave the repairman's head another chance to examine the internal
workings of the photocopy machine. Then when she pulled his head away, she now
sees for herself that in fact it did look quite damaged inside. She yanked his
head back and looks at the repairman, his face was a smudge of ink and blood.
Miss Steel tosses the man away and he falls down to the floor, just as he hits
the ground, someone else comes to the door of the photocopy room.

Miss Steel gives the repairman one last sharp driving kick to his face as he
lays there, then turns to the doorway to see one of the schools 'special
students' stood there. Young Jimmy, a particular student that this teacher has
had little to do with, so far. He looks a touch nervous as he stands there
holding a pile of paperwork "er ... ... sorry Miss I've been using the copier
and think I've over done it, might have broken the machine but I did call in
the engineer to fix it. I see he's arrived! Hope I haven't caused you ... ...
too many problems?"

Miss Steel looked down at the engineers, at the photocopier and then across to
Jimmy 'The little ... ... !' The Deputy Head realised that Jimmy was a cunning
boy and had orchestrated all this, he must have known she had lots to do this
week, that she'd be in and out of this room, so he'd overworked the
photocopier so it would breakdown. That might explain the great pile of flyers
for the summer fate that had recently appeared, someone was photocopying
random stuff just to get the engineer in here. Get a foul-mouthed, uncouth
engineer in here so that Miss Steel could take her frustration out on him,
that was her Secret Santa present!

Jimmy had known that Miss Steel would get frustrated with the machine not
working properly and that any oily engineer would not treat Miss Steel in the
way she should be, and so this would annoy the women. But on the other hand,
giving the woman a new man to take her frustration out on would be just what
she wanted! And Jimmy had provided her with that present.

Yes, Young Jimmy was a cheeky little boy, for what he'd done, but somehow the
strict, disciplined Miss Steel quite liked that, but there was the question
about overworking the photocopier and breaking it. Jimmy would have to
'punished' for that! Miss Steel stepped over the fallen engineer, towards
Jimmy, although he wasn't her normal special student, Miss Steel felt that she
could single out the lad for some one on one time!

The Deputy Headmistress stepped towards the door, she reached down grabbed the
lad by the front of his trousers and now hauled the boy behind her as she
leads him off to her office. He'd overworked the photocopier and now she was
going to overwork him! That seemed fair enough.

In the corridor Ms Stern had her cane hanging high above a couple of lads,
Sebastian and Matthew, she'd found out of their classroom and was getting her
Christmas kisses off of them. Miss Steel walked past dragging Jimmy by his
balls and walking on tiptoes, behind her. The lad was wondering if his Secret
Santa present had done the trick, had the Deputy Headmistress liked it? When
they got to her office was he going to get his cloths ripped off him and then
have Miss Steel take him on her desk? Or was he just going to get his trousers
pulled down, placed over her knee and given a dame good spanking, either way
Jimmy was in for a good time!

In another part of the school the 'Secret Santa' theme was carrying on, out on
the school playing fields was Miss Rankin the school's Head of Sport or as she
something referred to it as 'hard physical contact, played in a sportswoman
type of way.' The tall, broad, strong, athletic woman, the tower of black
strength had set off the boys in her class for a 10-mile cross country run.
With the instructions that she would go gently on the first one back and then
progressively harder on those coming in next until she broke the boy who came
last.

It was her way of motivating the lads to do their best while taking part in
sport, but for the boys it was quiet a dilemma. Miss Rankin was big, black and
brutal, but in a strange way this could be so exciting and down right scary at
the same time. So much so, that you really didn't know whether it was best to
come in first, get Miss Rankin's 'congratulations' over with, and survived it.
Or was it somehow better, in a sadistic way, to come last, to let the woman
totally dominate you within an inch of your life and barely come out of the
experience breathing?

Miss Ranking knew, of course, that her boys, no matter what the sporting
challenge would be torn apart by making this discussion, that was, for her,
half the fun. She liked seeing who came first and last, then looking at their
young scared faces as she came to 'congratulate' them. That moment she grabbed
onto them and saw that expression they had, of 'did I make the right
decision?'

As her latest class went off and where now out of sight, Miss Rankin knew
they'd have all stopped by the entrance to the old woods. Here they would work
out, argue about who's turn it was to come first, second, third and most
importantly who came 'Last!' There was a grin of satisfaction on her face as
she thought about this and turned to head back to the sports hall. Just then
the gate that lead from the side road that ran along the school and provide
entrance onto the fields was opened. A man let a mini-bus onto the field,
closed the gate, returned back to the vehicle and it then proceeded onto the
school fields and towards Miss Rankin, 'Strange!'

The woman instantly knew that whoever this was didn't have permission to be on
'her sports fields', she was in charge of all this and knew of anyone,
everyone that had even stepped onto 'Her' school sports fields! The vehicle
came over the grass towards her, apart from Miss Ranking, old Mr Smyth the
school's groundsman would not be impressed with a vehicle on the fields.
Eventually, the mini-bus stopped short of the woman and 8 men, plus the driver
got about and stood there.

There was a moment while the men and the woman just stood there looking at
each other, waiting for something to happen. Then finally the driver of the
vehicle walked over to speak to the woman. As he got to Miss Rankin he put his
hand out, which she ignored, but still he smiled and introduced himself as the
scrumhalf from Lower End Rugby Club. Now Miss Rankin knew that Lower End was a
large village a few miles out of the City, and that they had quite good Rugby
Club, but what where they doing here?

When the School's Head of Sport questioned the man in her normal diplomatic
way about 'why are you here?', he also seemed confused. He told her that the
Rugby club scrum had been invited here, and pulled out a letter to show the
woman. Miss Rankin snatched the letter that looked all official and on school
headed paper and it indeed invited the Rugby club scrum pack here to the
school. The letter asked the Rugby Club to send their scrum here to the school
so that ... ... 'Their skills, their training, teamwork and strength as a
group of men could be displayed on the school's field.'

But she didn't know anything about this, then as she looked at the bottom of
the letter and who had signed it, everything fell into place. It all made
sense to her now, she looked up from the letter to the confused scrumhalf
stood there, then she looked over to the group of men stood around by the
mini-bus talking. All these big, burly strong looking men, Rugby players. In
all nine strong men where here on the field with her, dressed ready to get
down and play some hard ball game!

'So! The woman knew exactly why this group of strong men where here, now,
exactly why!' Miss Rankin took the letter in her hand, screwed it up and
tossed it into the face of the man talking to her, then, WHACK!

The big, strong black woman let her fist came around and smacked the man in
front of her, his head was sent shooting around and his legs wobbled, he
certainly wasn't expecting anything like that. Then with him stunned, the
woman, Miss Rankin, the formidable, powerful sportswoman ran, at full speed,
towards the group of standing men. She ran, hard and fast, as she got close
she flung herself up into the air, arms spread out to the side to make the big
woman even bigger as she flung herself at the gathered scrum pack before her
... ... . THUD!

She fell out of the sky into the gathered men and with one fail swoop she'd
slammed into them and knocked them all down to the floor. Skittling the pack
of men over and down, all in one, impressive, hit! Like the scrumhalf the rest
of the pack weren't ready for Miss Rankin's sudden attack and although out
numbered she had the advantage, WHACK! SMACK! WALLOP! With the men on the
floor, stunned, confused and unsure, and with Miss Rankin on top, as she
always liked to be, the 'Rugby Skills lesson' began. The woman reaches out,
grabs onto the nearest heads to her and drives her clenched fist into those
heads, those faces. She quickly strikes the three nearest men, pounding them
hard, her way of making an introduction!

Now Rugby player are used to taking a good hit and coming straight back, but
when Miss Rankin strikes, you see stars and need more than a moment or two to
recover! With three men hit she now needed to take on the others, THUD! CRACK!
Her legs shot out catching one man in the jaw and striking another in the back
of his head, as he tried to scramble to his feet.

The woman rolled over and was now looking up at one of the players who was
quicker than the others and already back on his feet, he quick, angerly
bearing down on the woman that had for no reason attacked the men. He was
going to ... ... CRUNCH! OOOOHHHHH! He was going to do nothing but suffer, as
Miss Rankin shot her leg up and drove her foot into his groin. Then the woman,
lifted her arm right up and drove her elbow backwards THUD! UUUUHHHH! Straight
into the kidneys of the man she'd been laying on top of.

The woman got herself up onto her feet and as she did the last of the men, the
one she hadn't hit so far came rushing at her, BANG! OOOOHHHH! THUD! CRUNCH!
He'd tried to tackle her, 'big mistake' she knew how to stop him in his
tracks. He'd ran straight into her, but this woman wasn't going to move, he
wasn't strong enough to take this big, strong black woman down! She grabbed
him, lifted him up off the ground, twisted around and slammed the man into the
ground. As she almost buried his body into the dirt with that move she quickly
brought up her leg, then drove her foot down into his chest, making sure he
stayed there!

With each man hit at least once, it was now time to go around and take them
all on, one, two, three at a time, she didn't mind, she was now going to show
this pack, what this woman could do. She tackles them, she plays dirty with
them, she rucks with them, she messes it up with them, she destroys them!
WHACK! UUUUFFFF! SNACK! OOOWWWWW! THUD! ARRRRRHHHHH!

Whilst Miss Rankin played her own contact sport on the now muddy and churned
up filed, further away young eyes were watching. They saw the woman take on
the men, they watched as she took the Rugby pack apart, how she broke each man
in the group, to a point where he just physically couldn't carry on any more.
So much for tough Rugby players! Then she went around and finished each man
off.

Later a very muddy and satisfied Miss Rankin walked off the field, behind her
were the scattered bodies of the Rugby team, the losers of this 'game.' As she
walked off a group of girls were just going on to play hockey, Miss Rankin
told the girls that, if the men came around anytime soon the girl could
'invite' the men to play with them! "And girls if the men refuse to play, just
use your hockey sticks to persuade them otherwise!" The group of giggly girls
rushed off to make sure the men did come around and did play with them!

As a very mud covered and very satisfied Miss Rankin had almost reached her
sports hall there was a young lad sat on one on the school benches, he stood
up as she approached and looked a little nervous. The Head of Sports stopped,
grinned and addressed the lad "Jenkins isn't it?" "y ... ..yes Miss" came a
nervous reply. Jenkins was one of the special students in the school he was
quite popular with the female teachers as he had, an almost gift, for being
able to use his tongue, he was very keen on languages. Madame Duval the school
new French Mistress had noted that 'Young Jenkins is a natural with his
tongue, he hits the spot every time and knows just how to get around French!'
High praise indeed.

He'd been given Miss Rankin as his Secret Santa and knew he would have to come
up with something special to please this woman. So, pitting her against 9 big,
tough, strong men would be the ideal 'present' for this woman! And it was just
what Miss Rankin wanted, when she saw Jenkins name at the bottom of that
letter she knew this was her Secret Santa gift. He'd done well, to think of
this, organise it, how he'd 'persuaded' the school secretary to do the letter
for him she didn't know. But then again maybe she did!

Miss Rankin's grin turned into a smirk as she decided on something. The muddy
woman moved a bit closer, Jenkins was even more nervous. The lad wasn't the
sporting type, he was happy to indulge in his oral skills, with languages that
is, rather than anything else. So, Miss Rankin who'd not had the 'pleasure'
yet, decided it was time to teach him how to play a game! The woman's hand
came up to her top and she ripped it, tearing the fabric and revealing her
large, firms breast all wrapped up in her blue sports bra, then she reached
down grabbed a handful of mud from the nearby flower bed and held it there in
her hand.

"You gave me 9 presents in total, so boy I'm giving you 9 as well, your
present got me dirty so your present will be, for the next 9 days to join me
in the showers where you will 'lick' every inch of my body and remove with
your tongue any mud you find!" Then Miss Rankin flung the handful of mud in
her hand into her chest and rubbed in all in. Jenkins eyes widened 'OH MY!'

Later and in the shower Miss Rankin was very vocal with her delight at just
how thorough Jenkins was with his tongue. He was half way up her body, making
sure that she was clean, this part of her body would take some time, as he
made sure every inch, every, nook and cranny, every crack in her body was
thoroughly dealt with! When this was all over Miss Rankin would re-write next
week's sports programme, so everything would be done out on the muddy school
fields, Rugby, Football, Hockey, Cross-country runs, and of course a few Mud
Runs!

By the end of each day Miss Ranking would be covered for head to toe in Mud,
and someone would have to get her clean!

Back inside the school and in an empty passageway, Ms Stern had caught young
Noel running in the corridors and she was 'punishing' him for breaking the
school rules. She had the boy with his back against the wall, the lad wasn't
allowed to move, as Ms Stern carried out his 'punishment.' She pushed her body
deep into his, and at the same time she was slowly caressed the boys neck and
cheek with her lips, teases, tormenting and torturing him. While she 'tempted'
him she had his well-developed cock in her hand and, even more slowly, she was
working the lad.

Ms Stern's Headmistress gown covered them, hid them as she pushed hard against
him and him against the wall. Noel was well deserving of his status as a
'special student' what the Headmistress had in her hand was testament to that.
As she ran her tongue up the side of his face she whispered in his ear, "you
won't run in the corridors again will you boy ... ... " He could feel himself
being total controlled by the woman and her skilled hand would do its work
soon. " ... ... .. if I catch you again, you'll get the same treatment all
over again, and by the way I'll be here in this corridor tomorrow at the same
time on my rounds!" Somehow Noel knew exactly where he would be this time
tomorrow!

Next on the Secret Santa list was Mrs Strickland, she was the quite attractive
Science teacher, the woman who was in her 30's and had a reputation for being
a woman you did not mess with. Unless she told you that you had permission to
'mess' with her. Like her long flowing red hair her attitude and strictness,
especially when dealing with naught students was, was fiery and could burn
you. She was a no-nonsense woman with a unique way of teacher, her 'Friction
Experiment 101' was testament to that (Reader may wish to read the story - 8
Maidens Milking, part of, The 12, Stern, Days Before Christmas).

Mrs Strickland was in her office, when she had arrived there she'd found a
present waiting for her on her desk, all nicely gift wrapped. The woman
realised this must be from her 'Secret Santa' but who were they? But that
would have to wait, as KNOCK! KNOCK! Right now, Mrs Strickland had an
appointment to attended too, the Science teacher quickly looked in her diary -
Pupil progression - Parent of Robert Sweet. 'who?' Mrs Strickland just about
knew this Robert Sweet, he's just been 'promoted' from a normal student to a
'special Student' by Ms Stern. But so far Mrs Strickland hadn't had the lad!
He wasn't even in any of her lessons so why she was seeing his parent she
didn't know! "Come in" the teacher just wanted to 'get it over with and then I
can get down to ... ... ' 'Owo!' The door opened and in walked Mrs Sweet,
Honey Sweet to give her full name, and just like her name she was a bit of a
Honey and so Sweet looking.

Honey, Mrs Sweet, was a woman in her 30's, mid 30's, possibly late 30's, it
would be rude to ask her exact age. A tall woman, blond, leggy and busty, not
some over the top bimbo or anything like that, just a very good-looking blond.
Long hair, good lips with a slight pink shine to them, eyes blue and smile to
turn any young boys heart around. The woman came into the room, took off her
coat and quickly sorted herself out and looked up at the teacher ready for
their chat about her Son and how he was doing at school.

Mrs Strickland was smiling, not her normal expression but there was something
about Honey that just made her grin. Whether it was the woman's long legs, the
short, tight white dress she wore, the dress that went all the way up to her
neck apart from the well placed designed hole round her thrusting chest. It
was always good to see cleavage on display, 'yes' there was defiantly
'something' about Honey that Mrs Strickland liked.

The Science teacher took the woman's coat and gestured for her to sit in the
chair in front of her desk. Honey smiled, it was a lovely smile and sat down,
Mrs Strickland tosses the coat across the room towards a coat stand, and
missed, but she didn't care or notice. With Honey sat down, Mrs Strickland now
sat herself on her desk straight in front of the chair. Normally it would be a
'naughty' student sat there, but now it was Honey 'this was something
different!'

Mrs Strickland placed one of her shoes on an arm of the chair and leaned
forward, time now to show her cleavage off, "how can I help you?" Honey
Sweet's smile sort of changed into a 'grin.' "It's about my Son, Robert, I
know he's not in your classes but I think he would benefit from having you ...
... as a teacher, of course." There was something in the way Honey said that
and now she placed a hand the foot of Mrs Strickland that was on the chair.
The teacher looked down at the hand on her foot, then her eyes moved over to
the open cleavage and up into Honey's face. Her eyes were all sorrowful, with
a hint of despair, and a slight touch of ... ... ? 'This woman was good!'

"So how can I help Miss ... ... Mrs Sweet?" Mrs Strickland placed her other
foot on the opposite arm of the chair, trapping Honey there. The blond put her
other hand on the new foot there, "why don't you call me Honey." As the blond
carried on talking she slowly started to move herself up out of the chair.
"I'd be very grateful if you would take Robert in hand, so to speak. To guild
him through these difficult days at school." As Honey moved upwards her hands
now also moved up Mrs Strickland's fine legs, the blond as moved forward,
leaning and getting closer to the attractive redhead teacher.

"I would be so grateful ... ... !" Honeys hands had moved up Mrs Strickland's
skirt now, the blond was up on her feet and leaning into the teacher, her face
was close, very close to Mrs Strickland's. "Please take my boy, I'll do
anything!" The Science Teacher liked this woman, not just because she was
sexy, looked great and had a stunning body, but she could be so slutish and
also knew how to be submissive and wanting all at the same time.

Mrs Strickland took hold of Honey's chin, as if examining the woman, then ran
her finger over the blond's face, her lips. Honey reached out grabbed the
finger with her lips and sucked on it, then, "is there a Mr Strickland?" The
teacher laughed "Oh Honey, with sluts like you about there's no need for a
Mr." Mrs Strickland hooked her legs around the blond, she leaned back and fell
onto her desk, pulling Honey down with her, "let's see just how much you want
your Son looked after, now fuck me and you'd better be good!" There was no
stopping Honey now, the women kissed, hands went to rip off cloths and Mrs
Strickland, known for having had a date or two with some of the female
parents, started having her sweet way with Honey!

Sometime later after Honey had shown just how determined she was to get Mrs
Strickland's attention and affection. After the blond had performed her own
science experiment on the teacher, displaying just how strong and flexible the
human tongue is. How it can induce and produce a volcano type explosion and do
it multiple times. Mrs Strickland grateful for the lesson also gave her own
stunning lecture, showing that speed in not necessarily the best or most
effect way to get and earthshattering effect. Something slow and hard can be
just as good, even better at getting to and giving the same trembling tremor
that can rock someone's entire body!

By the time Honey had left Mrs Strickland's office the Science teacher had
already arrange for another 'chat' with the blond. The teacher had also
insisted that this 'chat' be done over dinner at the weekend in a quite little
county hotel she knew as well!

So, Mrs Strickland was alone when KNOCK! KNOCK! "Enter!" In to her office came
Robert, he looked bit nervous, apprehensive, which was good, this was their
first real meeting for the teacher and her 'new student.' The woman remembered
the present that had been on her desk early. During the 'tussle' on the desk
with the lads Mother the present had been knocked on the floor from where the
teacher now leant down and picked it up from. Robert wonder how it got there
and stood in nervous silence as his 'Secret Santa' present was opened. The
card attached to the present said 'Secret Santa present number two', the
teacher frowned and inquired "what was present number one, boy?"

Nervously Robert explained that his Mother had seen Mrs Strickland when she'd
came up to the school last time to complete his school fee payment. After
completing the payment procedure with two rather find schoolgirls who were in
charge of the process, a pretty blond and an attractive brunette, the Mother
had noticed Mrs Strickland. Honey Sweet had asked her Son "who's that fine
woman?" The boy had told his Mother who Mrs Strickland was and the Mother had
confessed her 'admiration' for this woman. So, Robert had arranged the meeting
between Mrs Sweet and Mrs Strickland, as a sort of early Christmas present for
his Mother!

"I hope I didn't do anything wrong I just wanted to give my Mother a Christmas
present she won't forget!" Mrs Strickland was taken a back a bit by this that
'she was the present!' The teacher moved around her desk towards the nervous
looking lad, she grabbed onto Robert, spun him around and made him fall into
the chair his Mother had been sat in early on. As he dropped down into the
chair Mrs Strickland's shoe came down, 'gently ... ..ish' into the lads groin.
Her foot pining Robert to the chair. The woman leant forward and looked at the
boy, she wasn't sure if she should be angry, pleased, insulted, delighted, or
what by what he'd done. But one thing was for sure, she was impressed with his
cunning ingenuity, she would have to keep an eye on this one, he could spell
trouble. But Mrs Strickland liked that as it meant he would require a 'firm
hand!'

The strict woman, with her foot pushing against his groin now leant forward so
her inviting cleavage was there in front of him, as she ripped the paper off
of her present. 'If he got his Mother me, what has he got me?' It was a book,
'Hmmmm?' It was an old science book '101 Experiment to do in the classroom or
at home. But the lad had written over the title so it now read '101 Experiment
for the perfect teacher to do in the classroom or wherever she likes.'
'Sentimental! But Mrs Strickland didn't do sentimental stuff, but even so it
was 'sweet' of him, appropriately!

She flicked through the book, stopped then went back to the beginning,
realising that he'd painstakingly altered each expedient to suit Mrs
Strickland and her own unique 'style' of teaching! Crossing out words here and
there, adding words and sentences in. All through the book so it now had a
whole new meaning and a whole new set of experiments!

'Experiment 1. The projection of an object by the use of force' - This now
read

'Experiment 1. The ejaculation of an object or objects after a hard pounding'!

'Experiment 2. Changing a sold object into a soft or liquid substance by the
use of heat' - This now read

'Experiment 2. Changing a soft object to a solid and stiff body by the use of
friction'!

'Experiment 3. The long-term effect of moister of a solid object - This now
read

Experiment 3, The lasting effect of wet, moist lips on a hard cock'!

All 101 experiments had been changed to suit Mrs Strickland and her science
lessons, the lad had gone to a lot of work to re-written the whole book. The
teacher was 'almost' impressed, what a lovely present, 'yes, this lad did need
to be kept an eye on, as he was showing potential!'

The teacher grinned at her new student, she pulled a card out from between her
cleavage, Robert swallowed hard as she handed it over to him "your present
boy!" The card was warm to the touch after nestling in-between her large
breasts, the lad anxiously looked at it, 'You are entitled to one free private
'tutorial session' with any teacher of your choice in the school!' 'WOW! That
was some present.'

"So, boy, what teacher will you chose, I'll arrange it for you, just name who
you want a private one to one with?' The very nervous lad looked up into the
face of Mrs Strickland, "ple ... ... please Miss, I ... ... I would like, if
possible, Miss, if I could ... ... , could have, have a 'tutorial' with ...
... with you, please Miss."

The woman grinned 'right answer!' She moved back, brought her foot off his now
excited groin, reached down grabbed Robert and hauler him out of the chair.
Once up she spun the lad around so he fell against and onto her desk, the same
desk she'd had his Mother on, not so long ago. 'On the same desk!' She smirked
at the irony of that as she moved in close, ready to carry out one of her own
experiments on him!

As she raped the lad there on her desk and had her 'tutorial; with him, as she
ripped his cloths off and had him there she informed him that he would be
coming away with her. She was going to lock him away in a room and she was
going to go through all these experiment with Robert one after the other after
the other. "I'm going to go through all 101 experiments with you" she
whispered in his ear as she pushed herself and her body into his. Robert was
in heaven, he remembered what experiment 16 was and that made him thrust even
harder, and then that would lead onto experiment 17! 'Oh My God!'

Then he remembered experiment 44, and 'How will I survive that!' But Mrs
Strickland's tongue made him forget that, for the moment, he'd find out if
he'll survive when the teacher takes him away for the weekend to her favourite
country hotel. It would be one very hard and testing weekend, well, being the
professional teacher that she was, she would have to try out all the
experiments herself first, before she put a class full of students through
them!

There was other idea she had, if she was going away with the Mother, Honey
Sweet one weekend and then the Son, Robert Sweet the next weekend, the weekend
after that! Maybe she could get her normal room with Honey in one adjoining
room and with Robert in the other adjoining room. Now what a Sweet weekend
that would be!

As Mrs Strickland lowered herself back down on Robert, in another part of the
school Ms Stern was still on her walkabout. She was walking past the medical
room when she spied through the glass panel in the door that the school
nurses, Nurse Rosy, who was in a state of partial undress! Her nurses uniform
was all unbuttoned and almost off of her and there was the tall schoolgirl
Josie and the cute schoolboy Charlie each with one of the Nurses large breasts
that were out of her bra and in the hands of these young ones. The two
students where having fun as they were sucking, licking, kissing, biting and
enjoying the woman's tits as if there was no tomorrow!

But this was not anything to do with the Secret Santa, no this was just the
normal everyday part of life here at the Stern Academy. Well even at
Christmas, the 'boring' everyday stuff still needs to be done!

In another part of the school, some of the normal 'boring' stuff had been
'merged' with the 'Secret Santa!' The two girls behind all this the ponytail,
brunette Trixie and her girlfriend the blond, pigtailed Dixie where having one
of their normal 'boring' tormenting times! The terrible, troublesome twosome
had hunted down one of the special boys in the school, Tom, a certain lad who
had a certain 'thing' for the two girls, and he'd been the source of the Head
Girls teasing game for a long time now.

The girl like to temp Tom, they'd coax him with their bodies to the point
where he thought he'd have these two minxes, then they would drop him like a
stone and laugh as they walked away. But he never seemed to learn, as the
desire for Trixie & Dixie was too much, he always had to see if he could ...
... .! Even so the lad had been very lucky in that he'd had a very special
present off of the girl last year, he'd been given the opportunity to have
them! The girls had made his wishes come true and they had had him, together,
they had rocked his world. But now that he'd had a taste of pure pleasure it
was back to tormenting the boy and the girls just laughed as they carried on
having their sadistic, playful, tormenting 'fun' with him! Typical of the
girls!

It had been earlier in the day and Tom had been walking down an empty corridor
when Trixie had almost jumped out of a door up ahead of him. The lad was
surprises as the ponytailed girl was alone, very strange, then she smiled and
beckoned him to her with her finger 'did she mean?' Tom was shocked but
hopeful, he grinned, smiled and walked towards the girl, wondering what
delights where instore for him when ... ... OOOOUUUHHHH!

Suddenly out of nowhere and behind him, he was grabbed, a hand and cloth went
across his face, his mouth and nose, he was held by a strong arm across his
chest, he couldn't escape. Then there was that smell, he started to feel weak
and tired, his eyes got heavy and he ... ... . Dixie let go and the
unconscious body of Tom fell to the floor, part one of their plan was
complete. The two girls grabbed an arm each and now hauled Tom's sleepy body
away, ready for the next part!

Sometime later, Tom didn't know how long it had been, and he came too. It took
a moment or two before the lad realised where he was and in what position he
was in! Tom was in a room, he recognised, it was one set aside by Trixie and
Dixie when they played their 'game's', and today it was set out for some
'fun.' The room was empty, apart from a very large mattress in the middle of
the room and around the mattress was a scattering of various cloths.
Schoolgirls uniforms and some more formal cloths, the kind worn by a smart,
well turned out secretary!

Tom also noticed that there were cloths belong to a schoolboy there as well,
mixed up with the other garments, his cloths. It was now that he also noticed
just where he was in the room and how strange everything looked to him. At
that same moment he now saw ... ... WOW!

It all now fell into place, Tom the lad that got tormented so much by Trixie
and Dixie was naked, his cloths where amongst those of the two girls on the
floor and the cloths of Janet and Rachel the school's gorgeous secretaries.
The secretaries that had a 'good relationship' with the two Head schoolgirls!
Although Tom was naked he was also tied up which prevented him from joining
the two schoolgirls and the two secretaries that where now having fun together
on the bed.

Also, Tom was suspended up high in the celling of the room, in fact he was
hanging right over the bed, lashed to a fame, god know how it got in here, but
it was and he was strapped to it. Tied to the frame, naked and hanging over
the bed. Looking down as Dixie now moved over Rachel to get to Janet and
nozzle herself deep into the busty brunette's body, while at the same time
Trixie was crawling from Janet and into the welcoming arms of Rachel. Ready to
bury her schoolgirl face into the large breasts of the school secretary.

Tom knew this was his sadistic Secret Santa from Trixie & Dixie, tie him up
and then let him watch, he couldn't move, he couldn't touch, and he certainly
couldn't join in! All he could do was watch, it would drive him crazy and the
girls knew that, 'He, He!' His young cock was reacting to the sights and
sounds of what was going on below him 'god, he wanted so much to join them!'
But he couldn't join in and have his fun, all he could do was watch. The lad
of course could just close his eyes', to save himself for the torture of all
this, but where would be the fun in that! So, he hung around and carried on
watching as schoolgirl melted into secretary and older woman reacted to the
younger girls! And maybe, if those on the bed didn't get too carried away with
all this, someone might even remember to let the lad down later, maybe!

Yes, the Secret Santa was going well at the Stern Academy and much later in
the day Ms Stern made it back to her office after her eventful tour of her
school. When she got to her office and stepped inside she found a surprise
waiting for her, a present! There stood in front of her desk was a new lad,
Lee and bright thing, cute, even sweet, the sort of boy that many of the staff
here were eager to try. But he was new and wasn't a 'special student', yet, so
the female members of staff would have to wait! Ms Stern had, of course,
noticed him and put his name down on her list. The list of potential students
considered for promotion to 'Special!' Those that went through the
Headmistress' intermate and unique selection process for promotion to the
position of special student. But so far, she hadn't got around to ravishing
and grading the new lad, not yet anyway.

But now someone had decided to sort out this oversight and give the boy to the
woman and he was gift wrapped, well in fact he was actually naked except for a
large bow that was tied around his ... ... ! Ms Stern's eye moved down to the
bow, it was a large bow and it was attached to a large cock. 'My, I do need to
investigate this lad further!' The Headmistress was pleased that someone had
brought this lad's select forward in this way, it was indeed a suitable
present for her.

The mature, archetypal dominant, beautiful Headmistress, dressed as only a
Headmistress should dress in her School Mistress uniform, strolled over to her
present. The woman swished her cane, mistletoe still attached and caught the
lad on his bare buttock, his winced only a fraction and took the pain 'Good!'
She liked that. Ms Stern would be sure to find out who this gift was from and
'thank them appropriately!' But for now, the older woman, The Headmistress,
was going to unwrap her present and enjoy it!

Another couple of happy members of the Stern Academy enjoying their Christmas,
the Stern way ... ... !