Convent diaries
Funny that this question should be asked right now….I’ve been clearing out some stuff of mine and found some old diaries of my own from my school days and re-read some things I had almost forgotten.

When I was in the sixth form I took one subject down at the local boys’ school, as I’ve already mentioned in a previous QoTW. One day I forgot to take one of my text books to the lesson so Mr. S the teacher insisted that one of the boys hand his book to me. As luck would have it this was the same class geek that put his hand up my skirt – as recounted previously….

I opened the book and a folded piece of lined A4 paper slipped out, absent-mindedly thinking it was mine I put it into my bag and forgot about it. Later on sitting in the common room I found the paper again and opened it up. I’ve still got the paper, and this is what it says….

If I can get her on her own before class do you think she’ll let me slide my hand up her stockings again?

I was shocked, all the boys knew …. But I was also strangely turned on by the thought, so a game began……

I added my own comment.

Why don’t you try it and see? She might like someone slipping their hand past her stockings, up to her lacy panties and …

At the next class I purposely forgot my book, borrowed one again and slipped the note inside.

I turned up early for the next class only to find a good (male) friend of mine waiting for me so any plans my classmates had were scuppered.

But, the book was given to me again and this time the note was far more graphic….

I want to bend you over the desk, rip your lacy panties off and fill you with points of parliamentary law…will you be my private secretary?

This note I had stupidly opened during class and the flush on my face must have been evident because Mr S asked if I was feeling alright. I was excused, and ran back to my school. After I had calmed down I decided to push things a little….I replied again…

If you get down on your knees I’ll be anything you want.

And I sent the book with the note back to the boys’ school.

I was early for the next lesson. I got what I wanted, he got what he wanted – the lesson was cancelled because although I thought it was the class geek I’d been corresponding with, I was wrong. Mr S had intercepted the notes and I ended up spending as much time on my knees as he did…..


Length....I was a 17 year old convent girl and he was my thirty year old teacher....
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Fri 2 Feb 2007, 10:47, Reply)