Chapter 2

Debbie was frustrated. None of the things that had worked in the past to modify Peter’s training were helping restore Peter’s self control. Ever since Meagan had accidentally touched him about a week ago, as he described it, he burned with the desire to worship his goddess by ramming his cock as deeply into her pussy as he could manage. Nothing they had tried even seemed to lessen that urge. It was now Friday, and that wasn’t the only bad news she had gotten from Peter that morning. While checking in, he told her that he could still feel the touch of Meagan’s skin against his like it just happened.

Debbie was trying to brainstorm ideas for new things Peter could try when her phone rang. She looked and saw that the school was calling her. Already in a bad mood, she was sure this was just going to make it worse.

“Hello.”

“Hello, is this Debbie?”

“Speaking.”

“Hi, I’m Mrs. Abrams, and I’m afraid I have to tell you that one of Meagan’s teachers had to give her detention today.”

“I’ll talk to Meagan about it when she gets home.”

“Well, that would certainly be appreciated, but we were wondering if you could come by school this afternoon to talk with Meagan’s teacher and myself. This really isn’t like Meagan and we just want to make sure there isn’t anything going on that the school needs to know about.”

This was even worse than when Debbie was expecting. She could ground Meagan for whatever she did to get detention, but she couldn’t very well go around talking about the particulars of Peter’s problem when it came to posing naked with her daughter. “What exactly did Meagan do that has you so concerned?” Debbie asked in an effort to stall for time.

“Well, she was verbally abusive and disrespectful to one of her teachers. I’d rather not go into the details over the phone if you’re available to come to the school.”

Debbie considered, and decided that she could use the time on the drive to school to think about what she could or could not say about Peter. “Of course I’ll come over. How soon do you want me there? I could be over in as little as half an hour.”

“That’s very kind of you. However, we were thinking that maybe after school ends would be better, if that works for you. We can talk, and you can drive Meagan home once she’s done serving detention.”

“So, about an hour and a half from now?”

“Yes, that would be perfect.”

Debbie entered Mrs. Abrams office, and the vice principal of discipline looked about as much like as a career administrator as Debbie could have imagined. The other occupant of the office was not at all what Debbie expected. A short red head sat opposite Mrs. Abrams, and she couldn’t be more than a few years older than Peter, possibly in her first year of teaching. Debbie couldn’t help herself, and decided that the young teacher would make an excellent nude model. She doubted that she had the same sort of curves her Meagan had, but between a very pretty face and the red hair, Debbie was sure she could paint quite excellent pictures of the young teacher. Why hadn’t she thought of this earlier? Another female model might be the solution! She would have to explore this idea later however; the young woman was starting to introduce herself.

“Hi, I’m Ms. Winter, Meagan’s social studies teacher.”

“Nice to meet you, just call me Debbie.” Debbie realized that the teacher had been crying. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were streaked with evidence of tears.

“Nice to meet you, um, call me Robbin then.”

Not wanting to waste time, Debbie asked, “So what exactly did Meagan do or say today?”

After Robbin took a deep breath, she began, “I asked Meagan if she could tell us anything interesting about the math system of the Sumerians, and then...”

When Robbin trailed off, the vice principal reassured her, “Just take your time telling Debbie what happened. It’s better for the parent to hear from the teacher who was in the room than for me to repeat what you told me.”

Nodding Robbin started back up, “I was just looking for something like we still use sixty seconds in a minute or sixty minutes in an hour, but instead, instead Meagan said ‘I wasn’t paying any fucking attention, I probably wouldn’t know the fucking answer anyway; just call on someone else you disgustingly cheerful little skank!” The young teacher started to sob as she said this and grabbed a tissue off Mrs. Abrams desk.

“Oh my!” Debbie exclaimed.

“It’s my first year teaching, and it was the first time I’ve ever had a student talk to me like that. I didn’t know what to do. I could feel my face turning as red as my hair, so told her to go to the principal’s office. I haven’t even been teaching for two months and I feel like a failure!” Robbin was openly crying into the tissue now.

“So you see why I’m concerned about Meagan?” Mrs. Abrams asked. “Is there anything going on at home that might have triggered this outburst?”

“Well, it was completely unacceptable for Meagan to say that,” Debbie began. Debbie knew good and well that a week without being able to pose with Peter had led to this outburst. She had been irritable all week. All her thoughts about what to say that she had formulated since getting the call earlier had gone out the window when she heard what actually happened. She would have to tell some of the truth, just not enough to reveal what was really going on between Peter and Meagan. Just a bit of truth while feigning ignorance seemed like the best way to explain her daughter’s outburst. “Meagan has been irritable all this week, but I wrote it off to general stress of being a freshman in high school. I see I’ll have to dig into what’s going on with her once we get home. I’m also going to ask her to write you an apology Robbin, but I’m not going to let her give it to you unless I think it’s sincere.”

Mrs. Abrams looked relieved, “Well, that’s a change of pace; I’m used to having to convince a parent that their child actually did something that warranted a disciplinary procedure. I was even wondering if we were going to need to suspend Meagan for a day.”

“Hmm, I’d rather she not get suspended, but if she doesn’t have a sincere written apology to hand Robbin Monday morning before school starts, or if Robbin doesn’t accept it, suspend her.”

The car ride home had been silent, but after a particularly mopey sigh from Meagan, Debbie asked, “Meagan, how could you have been so stupid as to say those awful things to your teacher?”

“I’m sorry, I’m in a bad mood because I can’t pose with Peter. So I dropped a few F-bombs on Ms. Winter. What’s the big deal?”