The Principal - By Katchase

The Principal [Part one] by Katchase

“JENNIFER WATERS TO THE PRINCIPAL OFFICE” the intercom above the old clock roared.

Glancing at the clock , Jennifer could see that she still had 20 minutes of her class left to teach and was just looking over her class to see whom she could leave in charge when her gaze fell upon the terrible trio, Meagan, Laura and Cindy. Those three girls had seen fit to make my life hell, thought Jennifer, well won't they be surprised when I get back, for Jennifer was sure this call to the office could only mean a solution to her problem students’ behavior at last.

Quickly glancing again she decided to leave Missy Higgins in charge.  Missy was an honor student and the trio's sworn enemy, ''Okay everyone, Missy in charge till I get back or till the end of class whichever comes first.”

Jennifer couldn’t help but notice the trio giggling and giving her strange looks as she left the room like they knew why she was called down and it was funny to them.

Good thought Jennifer, for this time when I come back there will be some changes in how you treat me. Walking down the hall to the office she smiled to herself again.  

“'Finally, old lady Biddle is going to address my problem student situation.” Jennifer thought to herself as she opened the door to the outer office.

“'I feel like I'm a student again,” mused Jennifer Waters, as she found herself sitting outside the principal's office on a cheap small little plastic chair specifically set aside for the students whom were in trouble and awaiting their turn to face the principal.

Glancing quickly at the mirrored panels that lined the adjourning outer office wall, Jennifer realized that she could almost pass for one of the students with her long blond hair and youthful face and petite stature, It's a good thing I'm not  wearing a school uniform laughed Jennifer, or even I might think I'm a student.  With that, she stood up and straightened out her short charcoal skirt and matching jacket that cleverly allowed a peek of the beautiful white camisole underneath which glimmered sexily under the bright overhead office lights along with the tight silken hose she wore that hugged her legs like a second skin.

Suddenly, the door to the principal office opened up and Jennifer looked up to see Ms.  Biddle, the principal, standing menacingly in the doorway motioning her to come in. Ms. Biddle was a greying 50ish looking woman whom under their breath students referred to as the ''old biddy'' because of her reputation for giving strict and often demeaning punishments to her students for even the most minor infraction. As Jennifer walked past Ms. Biddle she became acutely aware of the size difference between the two of them. Jennifer barely stood 5' tall in her stocking feet and weighed a mere 105 pounds where Ms. Biddy was 5' 9'' tall and weighed a solid 189 if she had to guess.

Jennifer had recently found herself in Ms. Biddle's office almost on a daily basis to complain on seemingly deaf ears about her three problem students, Meagan Highchild and her two little snob friends, Cindy and Laura.  However, this was the first time she had been summoned by Ms. Biddle to her office to discuss what to be done about their disruptions and shenanigans.  Usually, Ms. Biddle refused to do anything because she and Meagan's mother were old school chums.

Jennifer smiled to herself thinking that she would finally show Meagan, Cindy and Laura who was the adult and who were the children. Though to be honest, Jennifer thought, being called down to the principal office in the middle of class, she actually felt like she was a student waiting to be disciplined instead of a teacher waiting to discuss the appropriate disciplinary actions for problem students. 

Sitting down in the oversized chair Ms. Biddle directed her to, Jennifer found herself shifting uneasily trying to find a position that would allow her feet to touch the floor instead of dangling like one of the schoolgirls she teaches, though to no avail. Jennifer looked up and saw a smug looking Ms. Biddle watching her attempts with quiet amusement.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, there was no doubt in either woman’s mind that this conversation would not be on the same level as their past ones which had taken place in this office. This was further made apparently clear to a puzzled Jennifer when Ms. Biddle cleared her throat and started to address Jennifer in a stern yet condescending voice that Jennifer was sure she used whenever she dealt with those students she planned to punish for some infraction of the rules and still how no idea why it was being used with her at this time.

"Now Jenny,'' Ms. Biddle began only to be interrupted by Jennifer correcting her that her name was Jennifer and not Jenny, an action she immediately regretted as she saw the anger flash in Ms. Biddle's eyes and knew she was in bigger trouble than ever for whatever it was she had done

"SILENCE, LITTLE GIRL, '' Ms. Biddle boomed in a tense angered voice, ''I am not here to be corrected by you.  Not on any matter, DO YOU UNDERSTAND JENNY?'' 

Without looking up, Jennifer just shook her head yes and hoped that whatever was happening here would soon be over and she could get back to her own class where she didn’t feel like a scared little schoolgirl but a confident, sexy 22 year-old woman. Another moment of uncomfortable silence for Jennifer passed before Ms. Biddle started lecturing again.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, JENNY, it's come to my attention from a certain group of students that you've been using the school's library computers to view disgusting fetish sites and have even went so far as to join one of these so-called fetish sites which you billed to the school's petty cash account.” 

“WHAT?” Jennifer was stunned, “Ms. Biddle, You must be wrong, I would never do that, please believe me, it must be a mistake