0 comments/ 62511 views/ 4 favorites The Making of Megan By: Meganreece Megan Reece had always done well at school and thus it was no surprise to her family and friends when she graduated as a teacher from university. She had worked hard studying geography, her favour subject. Teacher training had been relatively easy too. Whilst her fellow students had enjoyed their newfound freedom Megan continued as she had during her schooling. The world of wild drunk parties, experimental illegal substances and various sexual liaisons was not really for her. Thus she finished her four years at University with the reputation from her lecturers for being a model hard working student. Her few fellow students who knew of her existence thought of her a nice but shy, studious and rather boring individual. She applied for a number of posts as a newly qualified teacher and after a couple of interviews gained employment at a modern comprehensive school, Pollards, which served a new large housing estate. The first day at her first proper job arrived. She was full of apprehension. Her first day as a teacher reminded her of her many first days as a new pupil. Megan took one final look in the full-length bedroom mirror. She observed herself and felt happy with her appearance. The navy blue pleated skirt hung perfectly just on her knee and was set off by her black tights and new black leather shoes. The shoes had taken some time to choose. She remembered the trouble she had finding the correct pair for her new look. In the end she had chosen something which slightly resembled pixie boots. The thin soft leather clung to her ankles and fitted her feet like gloves. They were slightly pointed with a raised heel. Megan would not normally have chosen such interesting footwear. She had been looking for something a little more conventional. It was a pushy shop assistant eager for commission who had encouraged her to try them on. Once fitted she fell in love with them. She particularly liked the two little leather straps which bucked around the angles. She smiled mocking her thought that the matching small jacket gave her the air of an executive! Her gave one final adjustment to the tie holding back her long dark curly locks and left her flat. She found the staff very welcoming and friendly. They were helpful and warned her of potential trouble-makers and pitfalls. She was also made aware of the rivalry between their school and Hazelmere, a long established secondary school nearby. A funny thing happened the first day when an elderly male member of staff asked her why she wasn't wearing her uniform? She smiled, explained and forgave him. She had always looked young for her age, and could easily pass for a teenager, despite her 22 years. The sixth-formers in her registration class were a little cheeky at times but nothing she couldn't handle. Megan found it strange to be put in charge of people who were just four years younger than herself. Apart from teaching geography she had also been asked to take the older girls for hockey. Following requests from a number of the girls she set up an aerobics club. As for the hockey she had played for her school a few years previous and kept continued her interest whilst at University. She never made the university team but enjoyed the sport as away of keeping fit. Aerobics was something she had enjoyed doing in the privacy of her own home and found it easy to develop it for others to follow. She discovered that an advantage of being a sports' teacher was that she had her very own small office next to the gym, complete with showering facilities. She soon found this a useful bolthole when she had marking to do or wanted a bit of peace and quiet. After a few months Megan had settled into life at the school but the local town was still virtually unknown to her. She decided that sitting in her flat reading and watching TV was getting a little boring. She had to make the effort and go out on the town and seek to discover it further. The other teachers were a good ten year older than her and most of them had partners and children, she had little in common with them. She planned that the following Friday she would get the bus in to the nearest big town and go to a club. She had been to a couple whilst at University and had always had a great time. Friday arrived and she spent some two hours getting ready. She wondered if she might meet someone nice. She was quite fussy and had only gone out casually with a couple of students whilst at University. Sex was something she had tried with one of them after going out for a few months. It had been enjoyable but she hadn't missed it that much. At the time she had often thought if her fellow students would have thought her quite so boring if they had known! Megan arrived in the town centre, she had been there shopping on a number of occasions. But it was different to how she had remembered. It was happy and vibrant, fall of young people talking loudly and walking arm in arm. Music blasted from pubs and clubs as she strolled along the wide pavements. She eventually plucked up courage and followed a group of young women in to a club. She found a place to sit and sipped the rum and coke she had bought from the bar. As she sipped down her second drink of the evening, having just refused the offering of dancing from a couple of drunken lads, she heard her name being called above the noise of the dance music. 'Miss Reece, Miss Reece.' Came the familiar call. She turned her head a little startled to see three of her pupils all waving and standing a few paces away. Within seconds they were sitting down. Meagan realised they were under age but felt it best to say nothing. Estelle flicked back her long blonde hair and offered to buy her a drink. She politely refused and instinctively offered to buy them one. They gave their orders and she when to the bar. She returned tray in hand with the drinks. 'You had better not call me Miss Reece,' she whispered to them. She asked them to call her Megan but informed them not to call her that at school! They giggled and agreed. The rest of the evening was spent with all four young women dancing as a group and drinking. When it came time to go at about one O'clock in the morning they left together and decided to hail a cab. Whilst waiting Megan suggested that they stayed overnight at her flat. They agreed and once they staggered through the door phoned their parents to tell them what they had done. They crashed out all around her flat. Late the morning she thanked them for a great time and they left. They kept their word and mentioned nothing to anyone else at the school. A never referred to Miss Reece by her first name during school hours. A few weeks went by and school life continued. One morning she was surprised that all three girls were absent from registration. They were usually punctual and never absconded from school. She dismissed the class to their lessons and carried the register back to the secretary's office. The secretary took the register and informed her the Head Teacher, Mrs Holmes, wished to see her immediately. She could not imagine what it was for and gingerly tapped on the door. She entered to see all three girls standing in front of the Headteacher's desk along with the Head of Year, Mr Jones. 'What is the problem,' asked Megan. The headteacher was quick to explain. The girls had been seen near Hazelmere School fighting with their pupils. Worse still the witness was a teacher from that school. The Head was furious, 'We have enough problems trying to compete with that school, without our pupils behaving like hooligans. I only hope that it doesn't get in the papers.' Megan said nothing. Kelly, the more vocal of the three, tried to explain that the other girls had started it. Mrs Holmes was having none of it and the interjection made her all the more furious. Fortunately for all of them they had all behaved relatively well since being at the school. They were warned however, that any similar incidents such as this and they could be expelled. In the meantime a letter would be sent to their parents and they would have a week's detention. They were then ordered to go to their lessons. The Head then had a brief chat with Megan, who promised to keep an eye on them. At afternoon registration she asked them to stay behind briefly. Again they all protested their innocence. There was too little time to discuss the matter them and she invited them to come and see her in her office. After school that day they came to see her. She sat them down and they started to slowly tell her what had happened. Anya started to explain how they had been walking along the alleyway beside the school, a shortcut to her home, when the Hazelmere girls has approached them and tried to push and pull them in to the undergrowth nearby. They had pushed back and that was when the teacher appeared. She started crying and the others comforted her. They all told the same story. Megan could not believe that they could have instigated the attack. They may have been foolish using that shortcut but they were not hooligans. Megan felt she had to help clear their names. She then had a brainwave. Thinking out load she interrupted them. 'Listen!' 'What I need to do is be a witness next time something happens, they would have to believe you then!' They were fascinated as she worked on her plan and they interjected with their own thoughts. After about fifteen minutes of talking the tears and upset had passed and they had a plan. Megan would dress up in a school uniform and walk along the alley at about the same time as the previous incident. If they started bullying them she would reveal herself as a teacher and march them back in to their school. In case they didn't believe her she would take her driving licence with her and her school ID card. After the week's detention had passed they arranged once again to meet in Megan's Office. She had managed to find various items of school uniform in the unclaimed property box. The girls were amazed when she opened the office door to them dressed in a blue pleated knee length skirt, white shirt and blue blazer. It was now impossible to tell their age difference. They then slipped out of the school by a small side gate rarely used by anyone. It was only about a ten-minute walk to the beginning of the alleyway. Megan felt both anxious and excited. What if someone recognised her? She thought. The reached the alley without any embarrassment to Megan and proceeded to walk along it, two abreast. Estelle and Anya lead the way closely followed by Megan and Kelly. * They had walked about three-quarters of its length and it seemed as though nothing was going to happen. Then they all heard girls voices ahead. Megan told them to keep going and to be brave, even though she was getting scared herself. She assured herself that the plan would work. They could then see the enemy complete with their grey skirts and blazers. There was a tense moment when both groups saw each other and silence. The Hazelmere girls continued approaching and the Lakeside girls continued. They stopped, facing other. The gang of Hazelmere girls number about eight. Then one of their number spoke in fairly posh voice. 'I see you tarts haven't learnt your lesson, we told you to stay away from here!' They did not reply to the provocation, but just tried to walk through the group. As they did so Anya and Estelle were pushed and shoved. Megan said nothing not wishing to blow her cover yet. So far little had happened it was hardly a major incident. Things moved faster than Megan had anticipated. As the two girls were being bundled through the undergrowth to the side of the alleyway. Before she could say anything she and Kelly were being subjected to the same. All the captors' eyes turned to Megan waiting for her to say something. She didn't. Within a few moments they were all in amongst the small wooded area nearby. Megan could just see the other two some twenty meters away. From what she could see they were having their blazers removed and she could here them protesting loudly. The Making of Megan Ch. 02 Things moved faster than Megan had anticipated. As the two girls were being bundled through the undergrowth to the side of the alleyway. Before she could say anything she and Kelly were being subjected to the same. All the captors' eyes turned to Megan waiting for her to say something. She didn't. Within a few moments they were all in amongst the small wooded area nearby. Megan could just see the other two some twenty meters away. From what she could see they were having their blazers removed and she could here them protesting loudly. Megan took a breath to make her all-important announcement. As she did so the two girls who had hold of her arms began fumbling with her blazer. 'Get off!' she demanded. She could see the same happening to Kelly who also protested. As Megan's blazer was pulled from her shoulders she managed to speak out, 'Leave me alone I am a teacher!' Instead of stopping her captors laughed. 'You're joking,' said one. 'You're only our age how can you be a teacher?' said the other.' Megan protested and repeated herself. She could see that the other two girls were how without their blazers and skirts. 'Not my skirt,' begged Kelly as they fumbled with its clasp. Megan then realised that hers too was being undone. All then went quiet when one of the girls holding Megan announced for them all to come over. Megan wondered what had caused her to say such a thing; maybe she believed that she was a teacher. That was not to be the case. Megan went bright red as the girl announced to the assembled crowd, including Estelle and Kelly, that Megan was wearing black underwear! In her desire to look the part she had not worried about her bra and knickers, she hadn't imagined they would be on view. The leader of the gang spoke, 'In our school we are not permitted to wear provocative underwear. Only plain white undies and bra are permitted!' She then ordered to two girls holding Megan to give everyone a better look! With this they pulled at the buttons on the white shirt and it was soon removed. Megan could not believe what was happening to her. Standing in woodland only wearing black French knickers and a skimpy black bra, angel socks and black shoes. The girl in charge walked around her making comments about her slim body. However, she was mortified when she shouted out, 'Her tits are so small she doesn't need that bra!' Megan was aware that she had small breasts but had leant to live with the fact that they had not grown much since she was fourteen. Then came the command to get the other girls down to their underwear. Which was carried out with much noise and jubilation plus a host of insults about the girls' bodies. Fortunately they were all wearing approved underwear so what subject to as much humiliation as Megan. * For a few moments all seemed to go calm. Some of the Hazelmere girls along with their leader went off in to a huddle. They could be heard giggling and laughing. Estelle reasoned to herself that now they had been suitably punished they would probably let them go. The girls dared not to speak out. Megan felt incredibly guilty. She had promised to help her friends and had instead made everyone ten times worse. If only she had been more street-wise. She plucked up courage and spoke to one of the Hazelmere pupils who were nearby. 'Please have a look in my blazer, I can prove I am a teacher.' The girls, to her amazement, did not argue but instead picked up the blazer and began fumbling through the pockets. She then produced the ID card and Driving Licence. She then smiled, 'Good forgeries or did you borrow them from your sister?' Megan tried to explain but the girl just walked off taking the evidence with her. She then handed to the leader, who looked briefly before placing them in her pocket. The huddle then broke up and Megan hoped that her ordeal would be over. She was partially right. For it was not her that was now going to be the centre of attraction. Suddenly and without warning girls sped towards Estelle. She was grabbed by four of the girls including the leader. She was hurriedly taken back to the other clearing. They could her muffled cries. She was on the ground and they strained their necks to see through the vegetation, whilst their arms were held fast by the other four captors. Soon they could see one girl holding a white bra in the air like a trophy. Then another held a familiar pair of white knickers aloft. Shoes and socks were to follow. They then saw the bedraggled figure of Estelle being lead back. Her long blond hair fell on to her shapely pert breast as she stumbled across the harsh uneven ground. Many had commented that she had the pose, body and looks of model. May be it was that which had lead to her rivals singling her out for this treatment. * Whilst the others were shocked they were also a little grateful that it was not them. Estelle at times did annoy them with her posing and constant talk of possibly becoming a model. As they pondered these things in their minds they couldn't help but notice that Estelle was held by her arms, making it impossible for her to cover her nudity. Kelly was grateful that it was Estelle they had singled out and not her. The other girls often talked down to her as they perceived she was not as academically gifted as they. Seeing Estelle stripped bare gave her a feeling of superiority which she very rarely felt. The added thrill of seeing a teacher, albeit a nice one, humiliated did her the world of good. How many times had teachers put her down and made her look stupid. As she stood there in her underwear she was reminded of how in her second year at the school she had her Gym clothes taken from her locker. The teacher had made her wear her underclothes rather than excuse her the lesson. How ridiculous she had felt and how her friends and classmates giggled and mocked for months after the event. For any other girl in the class it would have been bad enough, but Kelly was had developed and blossomed a great deal more than they. She remembered how with every exercise and activity her breasts tried to escape from her lacy bra. The final insult to the whole event was when Estelle and Any presented her with the missing gymwear that lunchtime! Seeing she was upset they made a half-hearted apology. Kelly had put the whole incident to the back of her mind, until now. If there was a way she would keep the rest of her clothing on and prevent her breasts being revealed and ridiculed she would be one op on her so-called friends. Kelly wasn't that she was gigantic in that department, in fact only 36B, just a size or two bigger than them. If she had to make them suffer a little to save herself she surely would. The Making of Megan Ch. 03 Estelle and Kelly were then taken to one side out of earshot of their two friends, who both wondered what was to happen next. They did not have to imagine or be fearful for long. The gang grabbed hold of Anya and pinned her to the ground on her front. Estelle and Kerry were pushed forward and knelled down nearby. The others then edged them on and gave orders. They tentatively went forward and began unfastening Anya's bra. With various threats against they redoubled their efforts and were soon tugging and pulling at it. Once undone she was turned over. Her bra was then pulled from her body, revelling her bare breast complete with cute faint freckles. Her knickers were then grabbed by her two classmates and with some difficulty they began to be manoeuvred down her legs. They caught sight of her red pubic hairs as they became visible over the waistband. One last frantic pull revealed her whole mass of flame red pubes. With panties gone the shoes and angel socks were shortly to follow. She was now bared for all to see. Anya was allowed to stand. She stood there looking a little stunned. It would have been worse if she was the only one naked but somehow Estelle being in the same boat made in not so bad. What seemed unfair to her was that Miss Reece was still partially clothed and all this was her fault. The same thought had crossed all their minds including Megan. Megan wondered if she would be next or whether they had had their fun and would now give up. It was at this point the leader spoke. 'You have a choice, Miss Reece, you can either strip or we will subject you to the same as your redhead pupil!' Megan could tell by her tone that she did not believe she was their teacher despite having looked at her ID. She also reasoned that it would be less upsetting to strip than to be stripped. She tried to put her mind at rest, convincing herself that it was little difference to being naked in the communal showers at University. However, she felt she had to try and reason with her captors. 'If I strip will you let us all go?' she questioned. The reply was not as she had hoped. 'We are in charge here not you. How dare you try and negotiate with us!' The response did not finish there. 'Grab her and bend her over that log!' came the command. The girls eagerly followed the command and rushed forward. Megan was wrestled to the large log and pushed over it. Girls held on to every limb pulling her arms down firmly over the log. 'Give me that swishy stick' said the leader. Megan could hear her walking up being her as the twigs broke under her feet. 'I will teach you a lesson, teacher!' she said. With this Megan felt the sting of the birch stick across the seat of her thin black French knickers. She let out a faint cry. It was followed by begging to stop as three more whacks fell upon her rounded bottom. 'Now get up and strip before we do it for you! Megan decided to obey. She kicked off her shoes and pulled off her socks still facing away from the crowd. The Hazelmere girls jeered and whistled as she did so. She hoped someone might hear and come to her aid. But then she hoped they wouldn't hear -finding her like this would be all too embarrassing. With shoes and socks discarded she made the decision to remove her bra. As she reached behind her back to unclasp it she remembered insulting comments made some twenty minutes previously. She tried not to think about that a concentrate on the positive things her former boyfriend said about them - small but beautiful. Once the bra was undone she allowed it to fall from her arms and on to the ground. Next it would have to be her knickers. She would for the first time in her life be naked in a public place. She took hold of the waist and pulled them down to her thighs. She felt a little pain as the rubbed the flesh of her sore bottom. A load cheer went up as her rear was exposed to the assembled gang. She removed the item completely and stood with her back to them and her arms folded across her breasts. 'Very good,' said her tormentor. 'Now turn around.' Megan new better than to disobey. Slowly she turned around to face them. Her long curly brown hair fell in ringlets upon her bare skin. Estelle thought that she looked like a dreamy goddess from an old oil painting. The sight of her teacher naked somehow cheered her up. She could not help but contrast the difference of her own complexion and that of Megan's. Megan had never felt so vulnerable in her whole life. How would she be able to face the girls again? How would she be able to walk down the street again? Her mind was soon stopped from wondering when the leader once again spoke. 'As you are a teacher, maybe you can teach us pupils something?' It was clear that she was not going to let the issue of her being a teacher rest, but Megan wondered what she meant by this statement? 'Unlike tarts from Lakeside we understand little about practical human biology. We would like you to show us?' Megan wanted to cooperate but did not know what she meant. 'What would you like to know,' she asked politely. 'How does a woman get sexually aroused?' came the question. Various girls giggled. Megan tried to explain in roundabout terms but she was interrupted. 'Show us how breasts have to be touched to turn a woman on,' said the leader. Megan gulped. Surly they did not want her to fondle herself in front of all of them. She caught the leader's eye. Her auburn hair cut in a bob framed her impish face. She had piercing green eyes and stood with her legs astride and arms folded. It was clear that THAT was exactly what she wanted. Megan unfolded her arms and pushed the hair from her left breast. She bowed her head to avoid eye contact and began rubbing her forefinger around her nipple. It was pointless not doing it properly as clearly this girl did know the answer to her rhetorical question. Megan lay up against the large log behind her so as to steady herself. She tried to imagine that she was in the privacy of her bedroom not in woodland clearing with eleven pairs of eyes on her. She found herself reaching for her other breast with her free hand and stimulating herself. There was now no sound from the girls as they looked on in amazement. None of them had imagined that their day would end with this erotic show. At first they felt they shouldn't watch, but did so out of fear of punishment.