Chapter 2

Daylight through the window woke Peter up. Startled, he felt somebody next to him. Suddenly remembering, he looked at the naked girl whose bed he was sharing. She opened her eyes.

Emily’s alarm went off, and she turned to see her sleeping teacher, Mr. Robinson. She gently shook him awake and greeted him with a warm kiss on the cheek.

“Good morning, Mr. Robinson,” she said.

“Good morning,” he mumbled back, still groggy from sleep. “Did we ... did it last night?” he asked.

“Not yet,” Emily replied coyly. “You were so tired, I just tucked you in and went to sleep next to you.” Peter felt a tinge of disappointment.

“It’s early, I still have twenty minutes before my first class of the day,” Emily said with a suggestive smile. Before Peter could respond, she grabbed his manhood firmly, causing him to instantly become erect. She then lowered her head and began to pleasure him with her mouth.

As Emily continued to stimulate him, Peter couldn’t contain his moans of pleasure. After a few minutes, he reached climax and filled her mouth with his release. Emily swallowed and gave him a quick peck on the lips before getting off of him.

“But you didn’t finish...” Peter protested, wanting to return the favor.

“My man’s pleasure is my goal,” Emily reassured him with a mantra-like tone. “Next time, I promise.”

Peter reluctantly got out of bed as Emily reminded him that they needed to get ready for their day. He looked at the clock and although he still had a couple of hours before class, he realized he needed to hurry if he wanted to read the book, at least the part about classroom techniques. After a quick shower he went to his quarters and started to read.

His reception upon entering class was different today. If yesterday the students had been enthusiastic and chatty, today they were quietly expectant. The news of his performance in Mr. Ochoa’s class had traveled through the campus like a rocket, and they were waiting to learn a lot from Mr. Robinson. Both in Math and in other more pleasant subjects.

As Peter entered the classroom, he immediately noticed the change in his classmates. Their excited chatter from the day before had been replaced with anticipation, their eyes fixed on him as if he were the key to unlocking a treasure trove of knowledge. The anticipation in the classroom was almost palpable, leaving a slight taste of nervousness in Peter’s mouth as he walked to his desk for the lesson to begin.

“I demand your attention for a moment,” Peter’s voice boomed through the classroom, causing all eyes to turn towards him. “Yesterday, I failed to understand the true value of St. Mary’s school spirit, and for that, I apologize.” His eyes scanned the room, trying to read the reactions of his students. Emily King, whose bed he had shared last night, spoke up first. “We forgive you, Mr. Robinson,” she said with a smile, followed by a chorus of agreement from her classmates.

“Thank you,” he smiled. “Now then,” Peter continued, turning his attention back to the lesson at hand. “Today’s topic is compound interest and other financial concepts.” He paused for effect before turning to Emily King. He thought it would be better to start with somebody he was familiar with. A sly smile played at the corners of his mouth as he gestured for her to come to the front of the class. she obediently approached and looked up at him expectantly.

“Please lean on my desk, Miss King,” he said with a kind smile, gesturing towards the surface in front of her. She hesitated for a moment before complying, but as soon as she bent over, he pressed gently on her back until her face was pressed against the flat surface and her bottom was exposed to the class behind her. “Now, Miss King, please listen carefully as I explain compound interest,” Mr. Robinson said casually, while his hand slid under Emily’s checkered skirt and lowered her panties, exposing her vulnerable pussy and asshole to everyone in the room.

“As we were saying,” he started calmly, even as his fingers began to caress and explore every inch of her delicate folds, “Compound interest can be compounded on various frequencies...” His words trailed off as his touch became more bold and exploratory, causing Emily to squirm and moan quietly as the class watched in stunned silence. The lesson may have been about finance, but it seemed that Mr. Robinson had other plans for this particular demonstration.

After a few moments, Miss King let out an acute screech that echoed through the classroom, announcing her orgasm. Jake’s lips curved into a sly smile as he helped Emily to her feet. “You may return to your seat, Miss King,” he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. Then, his eyes scanned the list of students and landed on the next name. “Miss Evans, please come to the desk.” A stunning redhead made her way up to the front and, without any prompting, leaned against the desk in the same position as her classmate before her.

As the class went on, four more students were serviced by him and his fingers grew tender and tired from their eager ministrations. When the bell announced the end of class, almost all the girls left the room quickly but one of the older students stayed. She knelt down in front of him and locked eyes with him. He nodded and smiled, knowing exactly what she wanted. She unzipped his pants and took his engorged, suffering member into her mouth. It didn’t take long for him to reach his climax and the girl eagerly swallowed it all down. “Thank you so much, Miss... -he quickly checked his list- Green.” He said, breathlessly.

“You’re welcome, Mr. Robinson,” she replied before leaving the room with a satisfied smirk on her face.

As he walked into the faculty lounge, Peter was greeted by the sight of Mrs. Duran sitting at a small table, surrounded by papers and folders. When she called his name, he felt a knot form in his stomach, remembering Mrs. Duran’s thinly veiled threats about his job security. He put on a polite smile and approached her.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Duran,” he said, trying to appear extra cooperative.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Robinson,” she started. “I understand you spent the night with Ms. King.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“She was not your scheduled bedmate last night, but I will let it pass for now. Her turn will be given to the student whose bed you didn’t visit. Next time, please check your schedule on your smartphone before going to bed.”

“Yes, Ma’am. It won’t happen again,” he apologized, chastised.

“Also, I wanted to let you know that I’ve received positive feedback about your class,” she gave him a feeble smile. Peter thought her face might crack if she smiled more than a fraction of an inch.

“That’s great to hear. My students are wonderful,” Peter replied sincerely.

“I have no doubt that you will continue to give your best for their education. Now, onto business. You have an appointment this afternoon,” Mrs. Duran handed him a dossier.

Peter saw the word “induction” written on it. He didn’t need to ask what that meant.

“We have a new arrival today, and she will be expecting to have her induction chat with you tonight. I trust you won’t disappoint her,” Mrs. Duran said firmly.

Peter nodded and bowed his head before turning to make his way to his office. There, he studied Janet Ellington’s dossier. Nineteen years old, redhead, daughter of a telecom tycoon. An “A” student, intelligence above the norm. She liked to write romance poetry, just one boyfriend in high school, nothing since then. Still a virgin, but already fitted with a contraception device, so no condoms were needed. Her mother had sent her to St. Mary’s in order to be prepared to serve as companion for her father. He raised an eyebrow with that last sentence. As he read, he was struck by the level of detail and insight provided - from her musical preferences to intimate extracts from her personal diary, even including her most secret desires and fantasies. He pondered whether she was aware of this extensive knowledge about herself. Then he opened his Teacher’s Aid to read the chapter dedicated to Inductions. After taking in all the information, he felt confident that he could choose the best approach to “initiate” Miss Ellington into the unique way of life at St. Mary’s.

After some hours, Peter glanced at his watch and noted that it was time to go to his appointment with Miss Ellington. He had already memorized the campus layout, so he only needed to see the room number on the dossier cover to know where to go. His footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as he made his way to her dorm room. His heart was pounding with excitement and nerves, and he could feel a bead of sweat forming on his upper lip.

With a sense of anticipation, he stood in front of her room and knocked on the door.

INDUCTION - The traditional initiation for new students at St. Mary’s. As the student arrives, her innocence still intact, a carefully selected teacher will engage in intimate relations with her, freeing her from her virginity and preparing her for her life at our school. It is a rite of passage, marking the beginning of her transformation into a young woman, and must be approached with care and expertise. This pivotal moment marks the beginning of her journey into womanhood, and the chosen teacher must meticulously study her dossier to determine the most effective way to introduce her to the unfamiliar yet exhilarating sensations running through her body.

St. Mary’s Teacher Aid, Chapter 3, page 22.

“Come in,” a voice called from within.

When he entered the room, he saw her sitting on her bed, her fiery red hair tumbling over her shoulders. She was dressed in the school uniform, but somehow managed to make it look more alluring than a sheer negligee.

“Hello, Mr. Robinson,” she said hesitantly, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “I hope you’ll be gentle with me. I don’t have much experience.”

He reassured her with a kind smile. “Of course, my dear. Would you like to get to know each other first?”

Miss Ellington’s face lit up with relief and gratitude. She had expected to be treated as an object, but it was clear that this teacher genuinely cared about her comfort.

“Yes, I would like that very much,” she responded eagerly.

“Tell me about yourself,” Mr. Robinson prompted. “Why did you choose St. Mary’s?”

Miss Ellington blushed and looked down at her hands in her lap. “Well ... you see, my dad has always been my idol. And when I hit puberty, he also became my crush. Of course, I could never tell him that. But when I confided in my mom, she said she would help me fulfill my desires. So she convinced my dad to send me here to prepare myself for him, although he still has no idea what they really teach in this place. When the time is right, both my mom and I will seduce him.”

Peter couldn’t help but smile at the innocence and naivety of the young girl in front of him. He had initially thought she may have been coerced into this arrangement, but it was clear that she was here out of her own free will and excitedly awaiting her future with her father.

After some light conversation about boy bands, movies, and hobbies, Mr. Robinson could sense that Miss Ellington was relaxed enough to begin the induction process.

“Are you ready to start your life at St. Mary’s, Miss Ellington?” he asked.

She rose gracefully from the bed. “Yes I am, Mr. Robinson.”

Peter approached Janet slowly, his heart pounding. “Well, Miss Ellington, perhaps we should start with you calling me just Peter?” He reached out, gently touching her cheek.

Janet denied with her head. “I’m sorry Mr. Robinson, but the rules say I must call you by your last name.”

Peter was a bit surprised, but then he thought she would have undoubtedly studied her own Student’s Aid, which surely gave her pointers on how to interact with the teachers. He made a mental note to read that book, too.