Teaching at an all-girls school
Posted: Thu May 18, 2023 8:24 pm
Chapter 1
My country was going through extreme government reforms and if had foreseen any of that I would have never taken a government job. But I ended up as a teacher.
I wanted to teach the same way I was taught but better. An all-boys school, near an all-girls school, students sneaking out at night would get caught by me but I would act like I didn’t see anything, stuff like that.
Now I was to start as the first male teacher at what used to be an all-girls school. I had already talked to the principal and some of the staff and nobody trusted me. But they were as powerless as I was, so the compromise was a long training period, in which they monitored everything I did.
The first boy students would start tomorrow as well, but not in any of my classes. I was going to be stuck in a classroom with about 30 girls, all in the middle of puberty, and I had to teach biology.
In my first week I would have Mrs. Platter shadowing me. I was expecting power moves like that, but this boarding school was going to be a lot worse that anything I could dream up.
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‘Well, Mr. Gordon, since you are joining us in the middle of the year, we have no choice but to give you the plans of your predecessor. Mrs. Platter will show you the ropes and make sure that you get through the lessons quickly and smoothly. Men can sometimes be a bit indirect and unnecessarily obtuse when it comes to explaining how the human body works…’
‘Oh, I can assure you that I know what I’m doing and that I will teach all of your students everything they need to know according to the government plans!’ The entire conversation had gone like this. I had to try my best just to keep my head above water. Everything the principal said was either a direct or a hidden allegation that I was a terrible teacher, just because I was a man.
‘If that’s the case, then I’m confident that Mrs. Platter will tell me all about it. If you do fail though, she might assist you in parts of your lesson, just so you can see the culture we cultivate around here,’ The old woman gave me a sly and knowing smile. She was threatening me, and I couldn’t do anything about it.
Well, I could show her how good of a teacher I was. Mrs. Platter might lie about my performance, but the students and their grades would be on my side, and that’s what matters.
Mrs. Platter was maybe ten years older than me, so about 32. She wasn’t too bad looking, I got a few good looks in as she was showing me around the classroom and explained the lesson plans for the rest of the year.
Then the students arrived. Three dozen girls, all about 16 years old. Now the nervousness kicked in, but this was nothing I had never done before. I took a deep breath and looked at the lesson plan for this class, Sex.-Ed.
I knew I had a problem with speaking whenever I got nervous, so I took a sip of water and looked around the room. Everyone was excited, - finally a male teacher, and a young, good-looking one at that, - they must have thought.
‘Ok ladies, I expect nothing but the highest standards today, let’s start this off in the best possible way!’ Mrs. Platter said and gave me the same stern look she gave the students. I cleared my throat.
‘I would have chosen an easier topic for the start, but with the lesson plan being what it is, we’re going to start off with human anatomy. More specifically we’re going to talk about sexual education today, and on Friday. Today’s topic is the male genitalia!’ I heard stifled giggles go through the rows as I summoned two drawn pictures of a flaccid human penis and scrotum onto the whiteboard. One as you would see it normally and on with x-ray vision to explain the inner workings better.
I felt really good, because after I got into it everything flowed freely. The girls were listening, Mrs. Platter was holding back condescending comments, and I was doing my job explaining how male reproductive organs worked in a clean and precise manner.
Near the end of the small presentation, Mrs. Platter stood up wordlessly and came over. She whispered something in my ear.
‘When are you going to show them the realistic pictures?’
‘The what? The drawings are anatomically perfectly accurate…’
‘That is a drawn example of one human penis. Where are the comparisons?’
I didn’t know what to say. It didn’t sound like a bad idea to have a variety of healthy penises to look at so they would know what to expect. And before I could come up with something to say, Mrs. Platter kneeled down next to me and pulled my pants and underpants down.
‘So you can have a better understanding of how different penises can be let’s compare the drawing to Mr. Gordon’s penis,’ she said calmly.
‘What’s the first thing you noticed?’ She asked everyone. I was stunned. I could not move, think or say anything. I could see though, and I saw 30 girls turn bright red and grin uncontrollably.
‘As you can see Mr. Gordon’s penis is circumcised. On the picture there is an arrow pointing to the foreskin that protects the glans, he doesn’t have that anymore!’ She held my dick up with two fingers of her left hand and ran the index finger of her right hand around the head of my penis.
I felt a strong rush shoot through my body. My dick was expanding significantly by the second, and my voice was completely gone by now.
After a look around the classroom, Mrs. Platter looked at my dick again. She immediately recognized what was happening and wrapped her left hand around the base of my dick.
‘Right now, you can see him developing an erection, so take a close look! Who in here can explain to me how an erection happens?’
A petite girl in the first row raised her hand. She had Hermione-hair and wore big glasses.
‘A hormone allows extra blood to flow into the …’
‘Penis! Sometimes it’s also referred to as a dick or a cock. It’s important to be comfortable around these words!’
When she said dick and cock she stroked her hand up the entire length of my dick which filled up the rest of my erection. I was now fully hard, with my pants down, in front of 30 teenage girls while a woman had her hand wrapped around my rock-hard dick and acted like nothing was happening.
My country was going through extreme government reforms and if had foreseen any of that I would have never taken a government job. But I ended up as a teacher.
I wanted to teach the same way I was taught but better. An all-boys school, near an all-girls school, students sneaking out at night would get caught by me but I would act like I didn’t see anything, stuff like that.
Now I was to start as the first male teacher at what used to be an all-girls school. I had already talked to the principal and some of the staff and nobody trusted me. But they were as powerless as I was, so the compromise was a long training period, in which they monitored everything I did.
The first boy students would start tomorrow as well, but not in any of my classes. I was going to be stuck in a classroom with about 30 girls, all in the middle of puberty, and I had to teach biology.
In my first week I would have Mrs. Platter shadowing me. I was expecting power moves like that, but this boarding school was going to be a lot worse that anything I could dream up.
-
‘Well, Mr. Gordon, since you are joining us in the middle of the year, we have no choice but to give you the plans of your predecessor. Mrs. Platter will show you the ropes and make sure that you get through the lessons quickly and smoothly. Men can sometimes be a bit indirect and unnecessarily obtuse when it comes to explaining how the human body works…’
‘Oh, I can assure you that I know what I’m doing and that I will teach all of your students everything they need to know according to the government plans!’ The entire conversation had gone like this. I had to try my best just to keep my head above water. Everything the principal said was either a direct or a hidden allegation that I was a terrible teacher, just because I was a man.
‘If that’s the case, then I’m confident that Mrs. Platter will tell me all about it. If you do fail though, she might assist you in parts of your lesson, just so you can see the culture we cultivate around here,’ The old woman gave me a sly and knowing smile. She was threatening me, and I couldn’t do anything about it.
Well, I could show her how good of a teacher I was. Mrs. Platter might lie about my performance, but the students and their grades would be on my side, and that’s what matters.
Mrs. Platter was maybe ten years older than me, so about 32. She wasn’t too bad looking, I got a few good looks in as she was showing me around the classroom and explained the lesson plans for the rest of the year.
Then the students arrived. Three dozen girls, all about 16 years old. Now the nervousness kicked in, but this was nothing I had never done before. I took a deep breath and looked at the lesson plan for this class, Sex.-Ed.
I knew I had a problem with speaking whenever I got nervous, so I took a sip of water and looked around the room. Everyone was excited, - finally a male teacher, and a young, good-looking one at that, - they must have thought.
‘Ok ladies, I expect nothing but the highest standards today, let’s start this off in the best possible way!’ Mrs. Platter said and gave me the same stern look she gave the students. I cleared my throat.
‘I would have chosen an easier topic for the start, but with the lesson plan being what it is, we’re going to start off with human anatomy. More specifically we’re going to talk about sexual education today, and on Friday. Today’s topic is the male genitalia!’ I heard stifled giggles go through the rows as I summoned two drawn pictures of a flaccid human penis and scrotum onto the whiteboard. One as you would see it normally and on with x-ray vision to explain the inner workings better.
I felt really good, because after I got into it everything flowed freely. The girls were listening, Mrs. Platter was holding back condescending comments, and I was doing my job explaining how male reproductive organs worked in a clean and precise manner.
Near the end of the small presentation, Mrs. Platter stood up wordlessly and came over. She whispered something in my ear.
‘When are you going to show them the realistic pictures?’
‘The what? The drawings are anatomically perfectly accurate…’
‘That is a drawn example of one human penis. Where are the comparisons?’
I didn’t know what to say. It didn’t sound like a bad idea to have a variety of healthy penises to look at so they would know what to expect. And before I could come up with something to say, Mrs. Platter kneeled down next to me and pulled my pants and underpants down.
‘So you can have a better understanding of how different penises can be let’s compare the drawing to Mr. Gordon’s penis,’ she said calmly.
‘What’s the first thing you noticed?’ She asked everyone. I was stunned. I could not move, think or say anything. I could see though, and I saw 30 girls turn bright red and grin uncontrollably.
‘As you can see Mr. Gordon’s penis is circumcised. On the picture there is an arrow pointing to the foreskin that protects the glans, he doesn’t have that anymore!’ She held my dick up with two fingers of her left hand and ran the index finger of her right hand around the head of my penis.
I felt a strong rush shoot through my body. My dick was expanding significantly by the second, and my voice was completely gone by now.
After a look around the classroom, Mrs. Platter looked at my dick again. She immediately recognized what was happening and wrapped her left hand around the base of my dick.
‘Right now, you can see him developing an erection, so take a close look! Who in here can explain to me how an erection happens?’
A petite girl in the first row raised her hand. She had Hermione-hair and wore big glasses.
‘A hormone allows extra blood to flow into the …’
‘Penis! Sometimes it’s also referred to as a dick or a cock. It’s important to be comfortable around these words!’
When she said dick and cock she stroked her hand up the entire length of my dick which filled up the rest of my erection. I was now fully hard, with my pants down, in front of 30 teenage girls while a woman had her hand wrapped around my rock-hard dick and acted like nothing was happening.