Teacher pantsed - part one
Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2020 5:37 pm
This is a slight reworking of a story I posted over at CHYOA.
Rob Jenkins was a shy young teacher, at 23 in his first permanent post. He was happy to get the first lesson of the day over with. It was a mixed class of seniors and while he had a small coterie of female groupies, most of the 14 year old students found the the delights of the 19th century English novel to be decidedly uncool. The boys were particularly restive since their next period was to be their favourite with coach Collins in the gym. The girls were less keen to join their teacher Alice on the hockey field but that did not stop the two dominant vixens, Lynne and Jody, from being disruptive. Jody was a large black girl and Lynne's mother happened to be the school secretary, who for some reason seemed to be the only person in the school that Rob found it difficult to get along with.
Rob had a free period next and took his time returning to the staff room, chatting to two of his groupies from the class Lisa and Rachel on the way. He was immediately accosted by Carol the school secretary as he entered the staff room. "Oh, so you're here at last . Where have you been ? Oh no matter now. You're going to have to take coach Collins's gym lesson. He's been delayed by an emergency at home and won't be with us until after lunch." Carol was already hustling Rob out of the room and pointing him in the direction of the changing rooms. "Those boys will cause havoc if left unsupervised" was her passing shot.
He really is useless, she thought. He thinks he's so cool, that slicked back hair and those stupid sideburns. If he only knew how my Lynne laughs at him. The trouble for Carol was that there was something about Rob that reminded her of her ex husband. Something weak and annoying and malleable. Someone who was just asking for it. It irritated the hell out of her !
Rob was already flustered as he entered the changing rooms to be confronted by a disappointed and sullen crowd of boys. He explained about coach Collins absence and tried to sound authoritative as he told them to use their time as best they could in the gym. In truth, he was out of his element here. He quite liked watching some sports but had never had much athletic prowess. His slim frame was not a complete embarrassment but was not particularly muscular.
"Hey, that's no good" challenged a powerful black youth called Spencer. "We have a big basketball game on Friday and we need a proper focused workout. Coach has a folder of plays in his office with all the routines. You'd better get changed, we've wasted enough time already." The other boys vociferously agreed. "But I don't have any sports kit with me" Rob protested, aware of the school rule that everyone entering the gym had to be in sports kit but also painfully aware that he sounded like a whiny kid ! One of the other boys spoke up. "Coach has a rule that anyone who forgets their kit has to do the class in their underwear" he said. "Yeah, that's right" confirmed the rest of the boys.
"Um, I don't think it's appropriate for a teacher to do that" Rob stumbled, aware that he was wearing 'tighty whitey' underpants and no t-shirt on a warm day. "Aw, come on sir. It's only us guys here" persisted Spencer. Rob did not catch the aside ' for now'. "We'll lose the game without this prep and you don't want to get on coach Collins bad side do you ? "
Rob was not a teacher noted for being a strict disciplinarian . He just about handled his own lessons in a classroom but he was uncomfortable with extra-curricula activities. Under pressure, he told the boys to start practising in the gym while he got changed. He went into coach's office, hoping against hope to find some spare kit but all that was there was an old pair of gym shoes. At least these were his size and would save him going barefoot in the gym.
The noise from the gym increased and Rob was alarmed to see the door to the main corridor opening and Carol poking her head in. "Can't you control them ? They can be heard all down the corridor" she complained. " I haven't got any kit. The boys said coach would make them do it in their underwear" Rob replied pathetically. "Oh for goodness sake, just do what's necessary, we can't have this noise" Carol said authoritatively. She closed the door with a smirk.
Alarmed at the noise level, Rob hurriedly took off his shoes, jacket, shirt and trousers and stood there in just his tighty whiteys and socks. He left the socks on as he put on the battered gym shoes. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and thought that he looked ridiculous. He didn't sport a six pack or anything but at least he was reasonably well proportioned. He noticed the bulge in the font of his briefs. He wasn't hung like a stallion but perfectly acceptable. But it was the incongruous setting that made the whole ensemble appear so ridiculous. He was disconcerted by the amount of cheek showing at the rear but he figured that was no worse than a pair of speedos. Not that he ever wore those !
Whatever, he could not prevaricate any longer or Carol might come back. He hastily grabbed the folder of plays from coach's desk and steeled himself to enter the gym and face the boys. There were few hoots of derision. They had not thought he would be stupid enough to actually do it but evidently the fear of the wrath of coach Collins went a long way ! But after a bit of mickey taking they got down to practising the plays that Rob called from the folder. They were serious about this forthcoming game. And they would have more fun towards the end of the period, when the girls would come into the gym on their way back from the hockey field to the changing rooms ! Being unfamiliar with the layout of this part of the school, Rob was blissfully unaware of this routine.
Rob Jenkins was a shy young teacher, at 23 in his first permanent post. He was happy to get the first lesson of the day over with. It was a mixed class of seniors and while he had a small coterie of female groupies, most of the 14 year old students found the the delights of the 19th century English novel to be decidedly uncool. The boys were particularly restive since their next period was to be their favourite with coach Collins in the gym. The girls were less keen to join their teacher Alice on the hockey field but that did not stop the two dominant vixens, Lynne and Jody, from being disruptive. Jody was a large black girl and Lynne's mother happened to be the school secretary, who for some reason seemed to be the only person in the school that Rob found it difficult to get along with.
Rob had a free period next and took his time returning to the staff room, chatting to two of his groupies from the class Lisa and Rachel on the way. He was immediately accosted by Carol the school secretary as he entered the staff room. "Oh, so you're here at last . Where have you been ? Oh no matter now. You're going to have to take coach Collins's gym lesson. He's been delayed by an emergency at home and won't be with us until after lunch." Carol was already hustling Rob out of the room and pointing him in the direction of the changing rooms. "Those boys will cause havoc if left unsupervised" was her passing shot.
He really is useless, she thought. He thinks he's so cool, that slicked back hair and those stupid sideburns. If he only knew how my Lynne laughs at him. The trouble for Carol was that there was something about Rob that reminded her of her ex husband. Something weak and annoying and malleable. Someone who was just asking for it. It irritated the hell out of her !
Rob was already flustered as he entered the changing rooms to be confronted by a disappointed and sullen crowd of boys. He explained about coach Collins absence and tried to sound authoritative as he told them to use their time as best they could in the gym. In truth, he was out of his element here. He quite liked watching some sports but had never had much athletic prowess. His slim frame was not a complete embarrassment but was not particularly muscular.
"Hey, that's no good" challenged a powerful black youth called Spencer. "We have a big basketball game on Friday and we need a proper focused workout. Coach has a folder of plays in his office with all the routines. You'd better get changed, we've wasted enough time already." The other boys vociferously agreed. "But I don't have any sports kit with me" Rob protested, aware of the school rule that everyone entering the gym had to be in sports kit but also painfully aware that he sounded like a whiny kid ! One of the other boys spoke up. "Coach has a rule that anyone who forgets their kit has to do the class in their underwear" he said. "Yeah, that's right" confirmed the rest of the boys.
"Um, I don't think it's appropriate for a teacher to do that" Rob stumbled, aware that he was wearing 'tighty whitey' underpants and no t-shirt on a warm day. "Aw, come on sir. It's only us guys here" persisted Spencer. Rob did not catch the aside ' for now'. "We'll lose the game without this prep and you don't want to get on coach Collins bad side do you ? "
Rob was not a teacher noted for being a strict disciplinarian . He just about handled his own lessons in a classroom but he was uncomfortable with extra-curricula activities. Under pressure, he told the boys to start practising in the gym while he got changed. He went into coach's office, hoping against hope to find some spare kit but all that was there was an old pair of gym shoes. At least these were his size and would save him going barefoot in the gym.
The noise from the gym increased and Rob was alarmed to see the door to the main corridor opening and Carol poking her head in. "Can't you control them ? They can be heard all down the corridor" she complained. " I haven't got any kit. The boys said coach would make them do it in their underwear" Rob replied pathetically. "Oh for goodness sake, just do what's necessary, we can't have this noise" Carol said authoritatively. She closed the door with a smirk.
Alarmed at the noise level, Rob hurriedly took off his shoes, jacket, shirt and trousers and stood there in just his tighty whiteys and socks. He left the socks on as he put on the battered gym shoes. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and thought that he looked ridiculous. He didn't sport a six pack or anything but at least he was reasonably well proportioned. He noticed the bulge in the font of his briefs. He wasn't hung like a stallion but perfectly acceptable. But it was the incongruous setting that made the whole ensemble appear so ridiculous. He was disconcerted by the amount of cheek showing at the rear but he figured that was no worse than a pair of speedos. Not that he ever wore those !
Whatever, he could not prevaricate any longer or Carol might come back. He hastily grabbed the folder of plays from coach's desk and steeled himself to enter the gym and face the boys. There were few hoots of derision. They had not thought he would be stupid enough to actually do it but evidently the fear of the wrath of coach Collins went a long way ! But after a bit of mickey taking they got down to practising the plays that Rob called from the folder. They were serious about this forthcoming game. And they would have more fun towards the end of the period, when the girls would come into the gym on their way back from the hockey field to the changing rooms ! Being unfamiliar with the layout of this part of the school, Rob was blissfully unaware of this routine.