Posted by Fantasia on March 08, 1999 at 07:50
Cathy was extremely nervous. Today was her first day teaching AND it was the “Special Senior Boys”. When Mr Morrison had offered her the job at Pentz Boys, she had been delighted to be able to get employment so close to home. However, when he had mentioned it was to be the “Special” Class she had already felt the knot in her bowels.
The conversation had only taken place a week ago and yet it felt like she had lived through a lifetime of nervous anxiety. For three days afterwards she had been sitting on the loo permanently. She knew the gastro was caused my nerves and had tried everything to calm herself down. Eventually she had had to go to the chemist and get something to stop the runs. Nothing had seemed to work and eventually she had taken a triple dose. All this had served to do was to then give her severe constipation for four days. Last night she had been unable to bare the cramps in her stomach any longer and had taken two laxatives. NOTHING had happened. She had woken this morning in absolute agony and taken another two other tablets to make her stomach work, still without any immediate results.
Right now the rumbling had settled down to a constant numb ache. She was sure the cramps were just being overridden by her absolute fear of meeting the “boys” this morning. She had dressed with great care; nothing too revealing or sexy, and nothing too severe either. She had eventually settled on a mid thigh blue summer dress and low heels. Underneath she was wearing some full cut white panties and a sports bra.
Mr Morrison walked her along the corridor and then opened the door for her to walk into the classroom. She stepped gingerly in … and was greeted by a great fanfare of whistles and hoots. Mr Morrison walked in behind her and there was immediately silence, except for the odd whisper. The headmaster introduced her and gave a very stern admonishment to the class that they would respect her, and that should there be ANY trouble, he would PERSONALLY deal with the offender.
Cathy waited until he had left and closed the door behind him, and then turned to face the boys. They were all looking at her expectantly. She sighed, “Well, there’s not much point in denying that I am nervous,” she smiled, “Am I going to get cooperation or not?”
“Oh, yes, Miss, certainly, Miss.” They all sang in unison. Preferring to ignore the innuendo in their voices, she asked them to take out their Geography books and began the day’s lesson. Half an hour later, Cathy was pleasantly surprised by their behavior. They had all been polite and seemed quite eager to learn. They were now getting on with the assignment she had set them and there was silence in the room. She leaned back, maybe this was not going to be as bad as she thought it would. And that is when the first cramp struck. There was no warning, it was violent and agonizing. She stood up instantly to make a dash for the door, then glanced at her watch. There was only 10 minutes left of the lesson, and she didn’t want to bump into Mr Morrison in the corridor, who had specifically told her to never leave THIS class unattended. She sat down again, and the cramp seemed to have passed. One of the boys at the back of the classroom then raised his hand and asked if may go and “relieve himself as he desperately needed to go”. This immediately brought on another cramp of her own, but she managed to wriggle down into the chair and tell him he could be excused. She looked at her watch again, only 5 minutes left, but the cramps were now continuous. She stood up and took tiny steps across to the window, but this made it worse and she rushed back and sat down. She began squirming quite badly on her chair and hoped nobody noticed. One of the other boys put up his hand…
“Are you okay, Miss?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said squirming some more, “Why do you ask?”
“Well, Miss, you look like … look like …”
“Look like what?” she asked irritated and squirming even more intensely.
“Nothing, Miss, nothing.” He said and sat down again.
Another violent spasm struck her and she gasped. Just as the whole class looked up at her, the bell for end of class rang. Instead of jumping up and all running out, they all sat there staring at her.
In a weak voice, she said, “You may leave now boys.”
“Oh, no, Miss,” they chirped, “Ladies first … after you.”
She stood up and hobbled over to the door, too desperate now to care WHAT it looked like. She grabbed for the door and turned the knob … it wouldn’t budge. She groaned and felt the panic rise up inside her.
Turning to face them, she said, “Okay, boys, who is the clever one? Please open this door IMMEDIATELY.”
They all started laughing. “It must have been Thomas, Miss, when he left to go to the loo.” they said, “He always pulls this stunt on new teachers.”
She couldn’t believe what was happening, she just wanted to cry. Another cramp wrenched at her guts and she stood in front of the door and felt herself crumbling.
“Please,” she said weakly, “ Please get this door open NOW. I have to get to the toilet in a DESPERATE hurry…. Please.”
The boys all looked from one to the other, grinning. “Last time Thomas did this, we were all trapped in the classroom for three hours before anyone looked for us.”
Cathy groaned and stood with her back to the door. Then she looked and saw the open window and made a dash across the room. The classroom was on the first floor but there was a ledge outside the window and, she couldn’t believe her luck, a ladder at the far end of the ledge. She just HAD to get down and get to a toilet. Scrambling madly she clambered out of the window and onto the ledge. She could no longer even hear the comments of the boys behind her, she couldn’t concentrate on anything BUT her desperation. She edged as slowly as possible towards the ladder. Looking down she saw that the quad was crowded with boys who were all looking up at her in stunned silence. She didn’t even care. She reached the ladder and another cramp hit her so badly she felt a little dribble out and into her panties. This was an absolute nightmare. She was normally terrified of heights to begin with, but right now, this seemed the least of her problems. She took two steps down the ladder and suddenly felt the whole ladder start wobbling. Her whole body shook with fright and she felt this huge intensity overtake her and she could just hold it in no longer. She just released EVERYTHING and felt the warm stickiness rushing down her legs in a huge gush. She closed her eyes in a half faint. Half the school had just watched her poop in her pants on TOP of a ladder out in the quad …. And she JUST DIDN’T CARE … she had NEVER felt so relieved in all her life.
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“Are you okay, Miss?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said squirming some more, “Why do you ask?”
“Well, Miss, you look like … look like …”
“Look like what?” she asked irritated and squirming even more intensely.
“Nothing, Miss, nothing.” He said and sat down again.
Another violent spasm struck her and she gasped. Just as the whole class looked up at her, the bell for end of class rang. Instead of jumping up and all running out, they all sat there staring at her.
In a weak voice, she said, “You may leave now boys.”
“Oh, no, Miss,” they chirped, “Ladies first … after you.”
She stood up and hobbled over to the door, too desperate now to care WHAT it looked like. She grabbed for the door and turned the knob … it wouldn’t budge. She groaned and felt the panic rise up inside her.
Turning to face them, she said, “Okay, boys, who is the clever one? Please open this door IMMEDIATELY.”
They all started laughing. “It must have been Thomas, Miss, when he left to go to the loo.” they said, “He always pulls this stunt on new teachers.”
She couldn’t believe what was happening, she just wanted to cry. Another cramp wrenched at her guts and she stood in front of the door and felt herself crumbling.
“Please,” she said weakly, “ Please get this door open NOW. I have to get to the toilet in a DESPERATE hurry…. Please.”
The boys all looked from one to the other, grinning. “Last time Thomas did this, we were all trapped in the classroom for three hours before anyone looked for us.”
Cathy groaned and stood with her back to the door. Then she looked and saw the open window and made a dash across the room. The classroom was on the first floor but there was a ledge outside the window and, she couldn’t believe her luck, a ladder at the far end of the ledge. She just HAD to get down and get to a toilet. Scrambling madly she clambered out of the window and onto the ledge. She could no longer even hear the comments of the boys behind her, she couldn’t concentrate on anything BUT her desperation. She edged as slowly as possible towards the ladder. Looking down she saw that the quad was crowded with boys who were all looking up at her in stunned silence. She didn’t even care. She reached the ladder and another cramp hit her so badly she felt a little dribble out and into her panties. This was an absolute nightmare. She was normally terrified of heights to begin with, but right now, this seemed the least of her problems. She took two steps down the ladder and suddenly felt the whole ladder start wobbling. Her whole body shook with fright and she felt this huge intensity overtake her and she could just hold it in no longer. She just released EVERYTHING and felt the warm stickiness rushing down her legs in a huge gush. She closed her eyes in a half faint. Half the school had just watched her poop in her pants on TOP of a ladder out in the quad …. And she JUST DIDN’T CARE … she had NEVER felt so relieved in all her life.
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