Schoolgirl Amanda Learns Discipline Chapter 1

A Prologue

Coach Jacobs walked silently down the corridor at St. Adalbert’s Catholic high school. During class the halls were as silent as a ghost town, in contrast to the teeming hordes that would flood the space as soon as the bell would ring. The few students who were not in class would swiftly and quietly travel to their destination, usually an area which was designated for students to congregate. While passing an intersecting corridor, the coach noticed a student acting suspiciously. Coach Jacobs silently approached the student and just before reaching him, purposefully made some noise. The student whirled, startled. “C-c-coach “ he stuttered, Coach Jacobs replied “What are you up to?, and what’s that in your hand.”


Chapter 1
Amanda Burns hurried down the corridor already late for her next class. A day that had started with such promise was heading downhill fast. She reached her locker, opened it, and grabbed her English book and notebook, slammed the locker shut and headed to class. She saw her best friend Jenny coming her way. “Hey” Amanda said “you were so right Jen, I should have listened. “Well duh” her friend answered “ wait what was I right about?” “That jerk Chad. He’s even worse than you thought.” Amanda replied. “Wait up” Jenny said, as Amanda continued walking fast. Amanda turned and said “I’ll talk to you after school, I’m running late for English class and you know how pissed Mrs. Johnson gets.”

With that, Amanda hurried off. She was on the track team, in fact she was a sprinter, but if she ran in the corridor there was always a hall monitor to stop you and write you up. Not only would that lead to detention, it would take even more time. The rules in St. Adalbert’s were strict and unforgiving. Order and discipline were to be maintained at all times, rules were to be followed, breaking rules would lead to certain punishment. Things had changed from the “Good Old Days” of corporal punishment, but Sister Catherine, the principal, demanded obedience . When she had started as a teacher, the rod had not been spared and the children were certainly not spoiled. Times had changed and St. Adalbert’s had reluctantly changed with them, somewhat.

The bell had rung two minutes before Amanda reached the classroom, and the door was locked . “Shit” she thought “I hope the old cow isn’t in a bad mood” as she gently tapped on the door. Mrs. Johnson looked at the door, then continued writing on the blackboard. When she finished, she walked to the door and unlocked it. “Amanda, I’m surprised at you being late like this” she bellowed in a loud, grating voice. “I’m sorry Mrs. Johnson, it’s my fault” Amanda sweetly answered. “Well of course it’s your fault” Mrs. Johnson continued “really if it wasn’t you Amanda, I would have sent you to the principal’s office. I will have to write this up though. You understand it’s not fair to the rest of the class. Now take your seat.”

Amanda started forward. She thought to herself, if you had just unlocked the door and said nothing then no one would have been bothered. She was headed for an empty seat halfway to the back when Mrs. Johnson’s voice called out “No Amanda, I think under the circumstances you should sit right in the front, so you don’t miss any more.” “Yes Mrs. Johnson” Amanda meekly replied, although her thoughts were decidedly different. She slid into the empty seat and opened her book. She tried to pay attention, but she found herself losing her place as Mrs. Johnson rambled on about Emily Dickinson and her poetry. Amanda found herself wondering if there still was a Mr. Johnson, because she couldn’t imagine anyone living with Mrs. Johnson. She was loud and quite frankly unattractive. She was a tall, stout woman with a beet red face and short, mousy grayish brown hair. She wore orange lipstick and eyeliner and was working on a third chin. Amanda immediately felt bad about her musings, she was normally a very sweet and good girl. It wasn’t charitable to judge someone on their looks and one couldn’t help their shortcomings.

At that moment there was a knock at the door, which stopped Mrs. Johnson mid sentence. “Drat, what is it now” she muttered as she headed to the door. She opened the door and exchanged some words with the person in the hall. She came back into the room with a slip of paper in her fat fingers and stopped in front of Amanda’s desk. “I don’t know what you’ve been up to today Amanda. But you are to report to Coach Jacobs’ office immediately. Here is your hall pass.” She handed the pass while looking at her quizzically. Amanda took the paper, collected her stuff and headed out of the room.
As Amanda walked she wondered what this was about. Could someone have found out about what had happened earlier? She couldn’t figure out how, but she thought about earlier in the day. During her free period she had met Chad. He was a senior, captain of the tennis team and really good looking. He had been pursuing her for weeks now and seemed so nice. Jenny had warned her. “I know he’s hot Amanda, but he’s a senior and in this school that doesn’t happen. The caste system in India is more flexible. There’s something wrong about this.” Amanda had known deep down that Jenny was right, but she had ignored the signs and allowed herself to dream. She hadn’t had much experience with boys, and was still a virgin. She had made out, been as far as being fingered by a boy. Amanda had jerked a boy off, but except for one time she had never had a dick in her mouth. And that one time she had only had it in her mouth for a minute as she didn’t like the taste.

But Chad was so cute Amanda thought, and as he told her, all the older girls were having sex and all he was asking for was a blowjob. She wanted to be his girlfriend so she agreed. They met during their free period. He knew of a classroom that was empty and unlocked, so he brought her there. Chad had just pulled down his pants and pushed Amanda to her knees. He grabbed his dick with one hand and her head with the other. “Suck it Amanda” he said with no feeling in his voice. She opened her mouth and gingerly took the head of his dick in. He roughly thrust to the back of her mouth, making her cough.” Come on Amanda, suck it , move your head up and down.” Amanda gamely did her best. She didn’t like the musky smell of Chad, but she tried to ignore it. She bobbed her head up and down while maintaining suction on Chad’s hardness. On more than one occasion he had pulled her hair or pushed her head down causing her to gag. Finally seeming to tire of the encounter, Chad had pulled his dick out of Amanda’s mouth and held her head with one hand, while he stroked his cock with the other. In a minute Chad groaned and began to shoot his cum all over Amanda’s face. She tried to pull away but Chad held her in place as he shot his load on her face. When he was finished he wiped his dick in her hair and pulled his pants up. “Thanks for the blowjob Amanda” he said with a smirk. He then sauntered over to the door, and without a look back left the classroom. Amanda knelt there stunned. Chad had used her, and discarded her like a piece of garbage. After crying for a little while, Amanda managed to pull herself together. She felt empty as she cleaned the cum off herself.

Amanda snapped out of her remembrance. She had reached the P.E. department. The gyms, locker rooms, and the coaches offices were located here. Coach Jacobs was not only the softball coach and a health teacher, but also the Dean of Discipline. Amanda headed to the office area and found Coach Jacobs’ office. The door was open , so Amanda peered in. Coach Jacobs waved Amanda in, while talking on the phone. Coach Jacobs studied Amanda. She was the perfect All American Girl. She stood at 5’3” and weighed 104 lbs. She had long, dirty blond hair that was kept in a ponytail and the bluest eyes in the world. Her lower body was muscled though not excessively, due to her running, and her legs and butt were firm and toned. Her breasts under her shirt were small but firm and they stood high on her chest. Amanda had a small snub nose and a delicate pointed chin. Her mouth though small was a petulant rose. The lips were full and red. She was wearing her regulation uniform, a crisp white shirt, a plaid skirt just above the knee, knee high socks and black mary janes.

“I’ll talk to you later, Something has just come up, or rather just come into my office” Coach Jacobs said into the phone, then seemed to be listening to the reply. Coach Jacobs laughed, a short unpleasant laugh Amanda thought, then said into the phone “Well if things work out more than one and that’s the plan. Goodbye.” The coach hung up the phone and sat back , then just stared at Amanda without saying a word. This went on for a few minutes and Amanda started to feel uneasy. She nervously shifted her feet while standing there. This silence continued for another minute and Amanda didn’t no how long she could take it, when Coach Jacobs’ cleared her throat. “Amanda, I’ve been going over your file” Coach Jacobs said, while indicating a folder on her desk. “Except for that little prank that a few of you freshmen committed last year with the sneezing powder and a small number of times being late you have been a model student. You get good grades, you’re a member of the track team, all in all no issues. Until now. Can you tell me why you’re here?”

“Well Coach Jacobs, I figured you would tell me” Amanda replied quietly, trying to act natural. The chair the coach was in made a screeching sound as it was pushed backwards. Coach Jacobs rose to her feet and walked around the desk, stopping a couple of feet from Amanda. “Surely you can do better than that Amanda . You’re a smart girl.” Amanda swallowed hard, then said “Well I can’t be sure what it’s about. I know I’ve been written up for a few infractions this month , but-” “Stop your nonsense girl ”Coach Jacobs ordered “if you really don’t know you’re about to find out.” Coach Jacobs walked to the door and closed it. The door had a large glass window in it, but it was covered under a blind. Coach Jacobs then opened up a large armoire that contained a large tv and some fancy video equipment that helped with studying game film. She then pulled a chair in front of the screen. “Sit down Amanda” she said firmly. With her heart in her throat Amanda sat down, while the coach stood behind the chair. Coach Jacobs must have used a remote control as the tv turned on, though the screen was blank. Then the coach hit another button and the screen came to life. The picture was well lit and of decent quality. There on the big screen, no more than three feet in front of her , Amanda watched the flickering image of herself on her knees sucking Chad. “No” she cried out, trying to rise from her seat.

Coach Jacobs placed her large hand on Amanda’s shoulder and held her in place. “Don’t move, sit and watch” she was ordered. Amanda choked back a sob as she watched the humiliating spectacle replay itself. Obviously Chad had set her up. Not only had he used her, he had someone secretly film it. Tears rolled down her cheeks. On more than one occasion Chad had looked at the direction of the camera and made faces imitating a blowjob, and once while pushing Amanda’s head down hard on his dick had given a thumb’s up. The whole time the video played Coach Jacobs had kept her hand on Amanda, gently squeezing her neck/ shoulder area. Right when Chad pulled out of her mouth the screen went blank. “I think we’ve seen enough, don’t you Amanda?’ the coach said in her deep voice. Amanda couldn’t answer she was so distraught. “I came upon a male student loitering outside a classroom today” Coach Jacobs began “ and it seemed he was filming something with his cellphone.