Emma’s Summer School Contract

I really needed the job, so I said yes to a summer school job. The principal contacted me asking for a favor and since I didn’t have a job lined up, I thought a little extra spending money over the summer wouldn’t hurt. I was supposed to do a combination gym/health class. I reported on time on the first day, and noticed that there were only two students on my class list! Both were high school freshman. . . . Emma Nicholson and Justin Winters. The class began at 7:30 and Emma showed up on time. We kibitzed a bit and I let her know that there was a good chance the class might be canceled.

“They can’t cancel the class,” she stated. “My school won’t let me go on to 10th grade!” she whined. I was somewhat unhappy about the possibility myself, because although I usually taught high school, this little nymph was beginning to excite my juices. She went on to explain that she had skipped gym during the regular school year, to be with her friends, but realized too late that she wouldn’t get credit. Suddenly Mr. Johnson, the principal, came into the auxiliary gym and walked over to where we were talking.

“Mike, I’m sorry about getting you all charged up about teaching this class, but we really felt more students would sign up. And I’m sorry for you too young lady . . . you will have to take something else or get your money back,” said Mr. Johnson. Emma immediately burst into tears. We were both surprised by her reaction.

“You can’t do that . . . like I’ve got to get credit, or I can’t pass ninth grade!” she sobbed.

“There’s not much I can do,” said Mr. Johnson. “Your tuition can’t pay Mr. Watkin’s salary by itself, and we don’t have enough students in our other classes to cover it either.” Lisa broke down and continued to sob. I always had a weak spot for girls crying and this was no exception. But another idea was entering my mind as I looked at her budding body. She had beautiful straight blonde hair that came down to her small titties. Her hips had not yet formed, but her breasts were noticeable, and for some reason her nipples pushed out the front of her white T-shirt. As she continued to cry, her chest moved in and out, displaying her longer than usual nipples for a girl her age.

“I’ve got to get back to the office, Mike. When she calms down, let me know what she’s going to do. To help you out, I will need another social studies teacher if the other classes keep growing . . .talk to you later.” He left but the word that kept in my mind was “growing” because that’s what my 8″ cock was doing the more I fantasized about some rather lewd possibilities that had entered my thoughts. This girl needed to take this class . . . at any cost. I wondered how far she would go if I made arrangements to teach it . . . on a one on one basis. The more I thought, the more rigid my cock grew. I looked down and it was literally vaulting out the front of my sweat pants. Emma had calmed down and I stood up and walked in front of her. My erect cock would be directly in front of her face if she lifted up her head. It was time to strike up a deal . . .

“Emma . . .I know that you are upset . . . but there still might be a way this could work out.” She lifted her head up from her lap, just missing my deliberately placed cock. Unfortunately, she didn’t look straight ahead, but instead up at my face.

“Really Mr. Watkins?” she said attempting to compose herself. “Like I would do anything to get credit. I don’t want to be kept back in ninth grade.” Those were the words I was waiting to hear.

“Well . . . I would have to talk to Mr. Johnson and instead of getting paid for teaching you, you would have to do some extra favors for me,” I began.

“Like you name it . . . and I’ll do it for you. You’re the greatest!” With that Emma stood up and gave me an unexpected hug. Because of my 6′ 6″ frame, when she wrapped her arms around me, she placed my throbbing cock in between her titties and was rewarded by my thick shaft rubbing all over her breasts. I deliberately pulled her closer and circled my cock from one titty to the other carefully feeling out the goods underneath.

“I’m sure we can work this out Emma . . .and you will learn a whole lot about all sorts of things.” I felt her tense up slightly as I continued to circle her breasts with my raging hard-on. I had deliberately placed the underside of my cock on the knob that I knew was her growing nipple. “Why don’t we go in the gym office and write down a contract that you will follow while I am your teacher?” I let go as I was talking, and backed away far enough so that she could appreciate the huge size of my cock that was still sticking out obscenely from my sweats. This time she looked directly at it and stared. Blood began to fill her cheeks as her embarrassment began to show.

“Okay . . . that would be fine,” she said still staring. I turned around and went to the office that was located in-between the boys and girls locker rooms. I adjusted my rod, since it was painfully angled. I took out the single key that Mr. Jenkins had given to me for the summer, and opened the office. When we entered, it smelled like a combination of various kinds of deodorant and medicine.

“Why don’t you sit down Emma, and let me see if I can find some paper.” I opened up the top drawer and immediately found a pen, clipboard and stop watch. Hmm . . . I thought the stopwatch might come in handy. I pulled the drawer out further and found a legal pad. I placed the legal pad inside the clipboard, grabbed the pen and handed it over to Emma who had sat down. She was looking around the room, attempting to compose herself from my earlier actions.

“What’s in there?” she asked, pointing into a closet area.

“That’s a shower.”

“Wow, like the gym teacher has his own shower?”

“Yep, you gotta stay fresh for your students. You wouldn’t want some stinky guy telling you what to do, now would you.” She laughed.

“I guess not . . .it’s like just kinda awesome that someone has their own personal shower in a school.”

“Well, since the shower room is closed for the summer and you will be working out very hard every day, you’ll probably get to use it. How would that be?” She looked at me with surprise.

“Really . . . like I didn’t know I would have to take showers too. During regular school we don’t have to. Most of us just wash up and put on deodorant before going back to class.”

“Well, during summer school, showers will be mandatory, every day.”

“That’s okay, I don’t like to be all sweaty anyway. Like, what do you want me to write down?” she asked.

“We are going to make a contract. I want to make sure that if I accept you into this class, you do exactly what I say . . .understood?”

“I always keep my word, Mr. Watkins. Just wait and see.”

“I hope so . . . because if you don’t follow the contract, you won’t get credit and there might even be some forms of punishment or consequences . . . do you understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Watkins,” she said with a slight grin on her face. Little did this teen know what she was in for.

“Tell you what, since we will be working together very closely this summer, why don’t you call me something different than Mr. Watkins?”

“Okay . . .like what . . . I don’t even know your first name . . .oh yeah I do . . . it’s Mike. That was my daddy’s first name.”

“Really? Is he still alive?” I asked.

“I think so. He just kinda split when I was little. I live with my mom.”

“Oh so there isn’t really a man around the house, huh? Well, if you want to, you can call me Mike or even Daddy if you want.”

“Okay . . . but it will take some time getting used to it . . . are you married?”

“Nope, never found the perfect woman yet. I live by myself in an apartment about two miles from here. It’s right on the water.”

“You live on Proud Lake? You must be rich!”

“Oh I don’t know about that . . . maybe you can come over during the summer and do some community service for me and see the apartment at the same time. We could make it a field trip.” She laughed.

“Really? This is going to be fun!”

“You can count on that! As long as you fulfill your contract, it should be a very exciting learning experience for you. We only have about twenty minutes until the class is over so why don’t we begin our contract.”

“Great, let’s start,” she said lifting up the clipboard.

“Alright, why don’t you copy down what I say and then when we’re done, we will both sign it. Number one, I will call my teacher Daddy. Number two, I will always do what I am asked to in order to get credit for this class.”

“Wait, you’re going too fast. Let me get that down.” She leaned over and continued writing. Her beautiful blonde hair looked shiny as I watched her. Her titties were somewhat hidden in this position, but I was focusing in on her blue jean shorts that were somewhat short. She had on white Nike shoes and the distance between her shorts and shoes showed off her tanned legs. I couldn’t help but wonder what type of panties she wore under those shorts, and I just had to see those titties that my cock had felt minutes before.

“Okay, keep going,” she said, looking up and noticing me watch her young body.

“Number three, I will always wear whatever I’m asked to . . . during and after class.”

“What do you mean after class?” she asked.

“Sometimes, when we go on field trips, you will need to wear appropriate attire. We might even go jogging once or twice. Number four, I will take a shower whenever asked to do so.”

“That needs to be in the contract?”

“Just keep writing . . .Number five all of the activities that I do, will not be discussed with anyone else. Let me pause for a minute so that you can get caught up.” I noticed that she was beginning to blush . . .or was that my imagination.

“Like, how many rules are there going to be?”

“Maybe ten . . . but I don’t know, I’m making them up as we go along. Number six, I understand there will be a community service project as part of this class. My community service will be at Daddy’s apartment. I understand that I must complete 20 hours of community service, just like the other students enrolled in summer school.” She was at the bottom of the page so she carefully ripped the yellow sheet, turned it over and continued writing.

“Number seven, I realize that there is a sex education component as part of the class and that we will watch movies that demonstrate various topics covered.” I couldn’t wait to show her some X-rated films I had at home.