Mean Teacher 

Mean Teacher

Dear Dean,

I'm writing this letter to report a teacher who was just plain mean. Let me tell you what happened. I was sitting in Taft Hall waiting for class to begin, when Mr. Derphy, our teacher, strode into the room, and threw his stuff down. He seemed mad. He yelled at us, especially the girls, for a long time about wearing too much clothing. He was saying that we were wearing shirts so long they were really dresses, and so they cover our bodies fully. He was going on and on about how unnecessary it is for us to wear underwear under a dress that covers us completely.

We're not dumb, Dean. We know the Dress Code. We know enough not to wear panties under a short dress. But I was wearing a shirt, not a dress.

But that's not what I'm complaining about. It gets worse. Mr. Derphy called me to the front of the room. He made me stand in front of the class to show them that my shirt covered my shorts completely. Then he made me take off my shorts, and he confiscated them.

I was mortified. My shirt was completely white, and translucent, so you could see my breasts through it, which is the way it was supposed to be worn. But now, without my shorts under it, you could see my ass crack, and even my pussy, just a little bit, through the shirt. I was so mad that my pussy was showing, and all the boys were looking at it, it was all I could do not to cry. I could feel myself getting sexually excited, too, which happens to me when I know boys are looking at my pussy. Finally, the teacher let me sit down.

By this time I was so hot and wet I couldn't even put my legs together. The girl next to me stroked my wet pussy to calm me down, which helped quite a bit. The teacher started the class, and soon I almost forgot about my troubles with him.

Now, Dean, if this was all that happened, I wouldn't be writing you. But this teacher did something else that was even meaner. About half way through the class, he stopped his lesson to tell us that girls should not be wearing bras. His reasoning was very simple. If a girl is wearing a see-through top, then clearly she intends to be seen. A bra would prevent that, so it should not be worn. On the other hand, if she is wearing an opaque top, then the bra doesn't serve any function, so should not be worn. We've all heard the reasoning before, so we weren't surprised by it.

But then he insisted that some of us girls prove to the class that we weren't wearing a bra. He called on one girl who was wearing a t-shirt and blue jeans, and made her come to the front of the room. She begged him not to have to take off her top, but he told her she had to. The only consession he made was to let her face away from the class when she took off her shirt. She turned her back to the class, and took off her top, showing us her bare back. The teacher walked all around her, and commented on the firmness of her nipples. I could see she was very embarrassed.

Then he called on me. He could already see right through my shirt, and it was obvious I wasn't wearing a bra, but he insisted anyway. He made me take off my shirt, too, which wasn't fair because I had nothing -- I mean absolutely nothing -- on under it, and so I would be naked. After I begged, he let me stand next to that other girl, with my back to the class, and strip.

I suppose that was better than nothing, so I took the offer.

I took off my shirt, and let it fall to the floor. My legs are thin, and my ass cheeks are very tight and round, so I wasn't sure my asshole and pussy were fully covered from behind, but I tried to stand up straight and keep my cheeks together. Meanwhile Mr. Derphy is walking all around us, getting an eyeful of my pussy. He commented to the class that i was completely shaven, which I think was uncalled for. All this attention to my pussy made me very embarrassed, and this made me excited. To be embarrassed like this in public makes me very wet -- I just can't help it. Unfortunately, the teacher saw that, and told me I could separate my legs if that would make me more comfortable, considering how swollen my pussy was getting. He was right, I would have been more comfortable, but with my legs apart, I was afraid the class would see too much of me, so I declined.

Turned out, he wasn't making a suggestion -- it was an order. He told the girl next to me she had to stroke my bottom until I complied. She didn't want to do it, but she had to. She stroked my bottom so gently, it really turned me on. I was afraid i would cum, so eventually I complied.

Then, it got much worse.

With my legs apart, and my pussy dripping wet, he made me bend over and pick up my shirt. I thought he was going to let me put it on, but instead he made me rip off a button.

I begged him. If I rip off one button, can I put it on after that? He said he would think about it, so I had some hope. I ripped off the top button, so the shirt would still cover my pussy when I put it on again.

But he didn't let me put it on. He told the girl to keep rubbing my rump. She slipped her fingers between my cheeks and circled my asshole, and then she gently stroked the inner edge of my lips -- only a girl would know how good that feels.

Finally the teacher told me his plan. He said I had to keep taking off buttons until I came. If all the buttons were off by the time I came, then he would let me put the shirt on again, but if there were any buttons still on the shirt, the girl who was fingering me would get to keep it, and I would have to leave the classroom naked. This encouraged the girl to touch me in an even more sexy way. Trembling, I pulled at the buttons, hoping to get them all off before I came. It was close, but I did it. With my legs far apart, and bent way forward, I managed to get all the buttons off my shirt before I came.

Wave after wave, my orgasm continued. I was vaguely aware of the class cheering.

When I recovered my composure, I found my tattered shirt, and put it on, as best as possible. I had to leave it wide open because it didn't have any buttons. My only other choice was to tie its tails together, but that left me even more naked in a way, so I didn't bother.

The class was over, and I wanted to leave, but I had one more indignity to struggle with.

Blocking the exit was a boy who had taken off his pants. He was saluting me. Without even saying a word, he raped me. He picked me up, and lowered me onto his staff. I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his body, and let him have his way with me. He cupped my ass with his strong hands, carressing my asshole with each push. It didn't take long before he exploded inside me. I feel ashamed to say how much I enjoyed being raped.

That wasn't the end of it, either. Two other boys raped me that day. One fucked me in the ass right after I left the room, and the other came in my vagina later in the day. It wasn't until late in the afternoon that I was able to get back to my dorm room to put on a skirt.

So could you please have a talk with Mr. Derphy, and ask him to be a little more consistent about whether a shirt is a shirt or whether it is a dress? If he would have just stuck to one definition or the other, then none of this would have happened to me.

Thank you.

Teresa Love

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Comments

Comment sue him or murder him :-) or pay the boys to rape him :-)

Wed Feb 22, 2006 5:27 pm MST by yep

Comment I have been taking Mr. Derphy's class this semester and haven't had a problem until this past Monday. He came in angry just like Teresa is describing. Halfway thru class he called me up and forced me to take my panties off! I have my clit pierced and he said that was a clear violation of the dress code! I had no idea! Then he said the penalty for violating that part of the dress code is you have to perform oral sex on the school official that caught you! I was aghast! Instead of pulling out his thing, he made me do it. I had to unzip his pants and take out his penis. Then he forced it into my mouth and down my throat! Right in front of the whole class! He made me suck him like that for what seemed like forever! I became lost in a daze of just pumping my lips over his hard dick. Until finally I felt a burst of hot liquid hit the back of my throat and shoot right down my throat into my stomach! This woke me up from my daze! The taste and feel of his warm cum down my throat awakened me and out of nowhere I began to suck him like I was some kind of slut! It was like I couldn't get enough of his cum in my mouth! I don't know if it was the taste or the idea of doing something so naughty that my daddy wouldn't like that made me turn into a cum-crazed little whore, but I just couldn't help myself! After he had finished feeding me all that warm cream, he told me to get up and go back to my seat. After class I felt like a slut. I was afraid everyone on campus would think I was just a cum-eating little slut. I've been afraid to go out on campus and I haven't returned to Mr Derphy's class since. I agree with Teresa- something must be done about Mr. Derphy!

Wed Feb 22, 2006 5:10 pm MST by Sarah

Comment Dear Anon, While I only report the information about the college, and have no say in the Dress Code or Code of Conduct, I can tell you that the main purpose of these Codes is to ensure modesty and decorum at the College. The "fondling" rule is a key part of that. By allowing boys (and, for that matter, other girls) to fondle exposed skin in a girl's torso and thigh areas, and to the extend this fondling is somewhat uncomfortable to the girl, she will be inclined to cover up more fully. Although the possibility of exhibiting sexual excitement is one of the risks of being fondled, it is certainly not the only distasteful aspect of being fondled, so it seems to me, as an outsider, that the rules should stay as they are. Although I understand your contention that fondling simply wastes time, I feel it would be inappropriate to ask the College to change the rules so that any girl whose vagina is exposed can be summarily raped. For one thing, exposing one's vagina, while perhaps not fully modest, is not sufficiently distrcting to the boys to merit such a punishment. For another, such a rule would rob girls of an important bargaining chip -- let me explain the scenario: A girl wearing a crop top and a micro-miniskirt (a popular style of skirt no more than three inches from top to bottom, worn in such a way that butt cleavage is visible both above and below the skirt) may find herself being fondled in the area of her upper thighs, and between her legs. As her skirt is so short that it may not fully mask impending sexual excitement, she may offer to remove it in exchange for a cessation of fondling. You see, for the girl, the skirt covers so little, that she suffers only a very slight decrease in modesty by removing the skirt. But the boy who agrees to stop fondling her in exchange for complete bottomlessness gains a nice improvement in the view of her bottom. It's a fair deal for both parties, one which does not violate any Codes, and as long as she remains dry, she can feel confident she will not be raped. Of course, another boy, not party to the agreement, may be unable to resist fondling her fine ass, causing renewed wetness, and possibly exposing the hapless girl to potential raping. However, this is a risk that naked and bottomless girls should expect to take over the course of an average day. Does that clear it up for you? Love, Dick.

Wed Feb 22, 2006 10:53 am MST by Dick Hertz

Comment This seems to be the only articloe that gets replied to, so I've put this here: After reading the part about "spirit days" on the "Risks of the Codes" article, and boys raping girls who are not sexually excited, it at first seemed unfair not to punish the boys. But since if the girls were to be fondled, many of them would become sexually excited anyway (even those who weren't enjoying the fondling, as they would be likely to show sexual excitement involuntarily as a physical unwanted response to the fondling), how about changing the code of conduct so that if a girl shows her pussy, she can be raped, with no need for anyone to get her sexually excited first, as it just wastes time, which is not good for the boys' education. So do the girls and boys at the college think the policy should be changed so that the boys can rape any girl who exposes her vagina? Also, since if a girl's breasts or buttocks are fondled she may show sexual excitement, which is therefore a good reason to rape her, how about changing the code so that any girl who exposes her buttocks or breasts is to be raped? It would make much more sense and waste less time, but it would still be completely fair. What do you think?

Mon Feb 20, 2006 11:20 am MST by Anonymous

Comment Dear dirtymotherfucker, Absolutely, it's Mr. Derphy's fault. He needs to stop being so mean, and just let me obey the Dress Code the way it's written. Why did he have to humiliate me like that in front of the whole class? Just being forced to strip in public turns me on, but then forcing another girl to stroke my bare bottom until I came in front of everyone, well that was just too much! He's so mean! I'm so thankful the Dean came to my rescue. Love, Teresa

Wed Jan 11, 2006 4:55 pm MST by Teresa Love

Comment ah so do you now believe that you deserved all that stuff (being forced to strip, being raped etc.) that happened because of Mr. Derphy?

Tue Jan 10, 2006 5:20 pm MST by dirtyfucker

Comment What authorities? The Dean is the highest authority at the school. After I wrote that letter to him, he summoned me to his office. I came right away, to his office, that is, and I was glad I was modestly dressed. I had a very proper shirt on, and a pair of shorts. I really thought everything would be better, because the Dean greeted me warmly, and said he would have a talk with Mr. Derphy about making me strip in his class. But he wanted to be sure I was a good girl first. I asked him how he was going to tell that I was good, but he answered my question with a question. He wanted to know if I thought good girls followed the dress code. I said yes, of course. He pointed out that girls with pubic hair aren't allowed to wear shorts. I told him I knew that, and I even understood the reason for the rule. I was so proud, I recited it: if girls grew big hairy muffs then they wouldn't need to wear any bottoms to be decent; they would just use their pubic hair to cover themselves, and then we would have a big problem with girls running around bottomless all over campus. He smiled and nodded his approval, but then he said he couldn't be sure I was completely shaven while I still had my shorts on. He didn't say anything else for the longest time, so I figured he must be waiting for something. Then it dawned on me, he wanted me to prove I was clean shaven. Good thing I was, or I would have been in big trouble. Since I was clean, I didn't mind showing him. But then he picked up a copy of the dress code and started reading it to me. He asked me to sit on his lap, but I saw he had taken off his pants, so I said no. He told me not to be so shy, and that all my problems with Mr. Derphy would go away if I would just lighten up a little. So I sat on his lap as he read to me. He stroked my pussy as he read. I'm sure he didn't realize he was doing it, but I didn't want to upset him by pointing it out. It felt good, in a way, and I admit I got pretty wet. When he got to the part about the definition of a shirt and a dress -- something I admit I never fully understood -- he slipped his dick into me, and kept reading. Then he put down the Dress Code, and bounced me on his lap. As he bounced me up and down, he said it was too bad that my shirt was too long. He said it should really count as a dress. I found that hard to believe, because it barely covers my belly button, but he's the Dean, so I guess he knows about things like that. I was really glad he didn't turn me in to the panty police. He said he would hide the evidence that I violated the dress code, and let me leave wearing just my shirt, which was really a dress. I was really grateful to him for helping me comply with the Dress Code, so I kissed him. I meant to just give him a peck on the cheek, but somehow we ended up in a liplock. After a while he stopped bouncing me, and just hugged me for a while. I thanked him for the meeting. He said the pleasure was all his, and to come back if I had any more trouble with Mr. Derphy. I left there very happy that the dean was on my side, not only protecting me from the mean teacher, but also helping me avoid violating the Dress Code. I hardly missed my shorts for the rest of the day, because the dean convinced me my shirt was long enough to count as a dress, so I didn't really need them. All the girls wear dresses without anything under them, and this dress was just a little shorter than most. So I've already been to the highest authority, and he promised to help me with any more problems, so there's no problem now. Thanks, though, for your concern. Love, Teresa

Sat Dec 24, 2005 2:15 am MST by Teresa Love

Comment Seriously, if this is for real, it's illegal and it would be a good idea to report the college to the authorities

Fri Dec 23, 2005 3:46 pm MST by Anonymous

Comment I think the Dress Code is right and fair - if you want to wear a short dress, then forcing you to wear nothing underneath them encourages you not to wear them. You could where a long dress and possibly end up being naked in front of people, but the Inspectors have to do their job, and if part of their job is making you remove your pants/underwear, then that's fine. If you've got a long dress, because it covers so much, you have no need to wear underwear anyway, and Inspectors have to check you're following the rules. If you get excited, even if you didn't mean to, then of course you deserve to be raped because you showed sexual excitement - it's to keep a good tone of behaviour in the college, otherwise girls might be going around getting sexually excited all over the place with no consequences. As for the way Mr. Derphy treated you, it was your own fault for wearing a shirt that was really like a skirt. So you deserved to be treated the way you were treated and deserved to be raped, you slut.

Fri Dec 23, 2005 3:27 pm MST by Anonymous

Comment Dear Anonymous, I agree with you. The Dress Code at our college is messed up. I think girls should be allowed to wear panties. That way, when we wear miniskirts we would be better covered. I think panties would make us more decent, not less, as the Dean alleges. Love, Teresa

Tue Nov 29, 2005 8:12 am MST by Teresa Love

Comment you bitich,you nasty hoe that should not be a dress code.

Mon Nov 28, 2005 3:18 pm MST by Anonymous

Comment Yes, unfortunately, this is real. Our college Dress Code doesn't allow panties to be seen, which means under very short dresses, we aren't allowed to wear panties at all. Of course, the intent of this rule is to encourage girls to wear dresses long enough to cover our cute little butts completely, and then we can wear panties if we want. But there's a problem with this: Inspections. You see, Inspectors lurk everywhere, and their job is to enforce the Dress Code. Although they can't make us strip, they have the power to cite us for "indecency", which requires us to go to a hearing before a judge -- naked. That's something we all try to avoid. So we have to make nice to the Inspectors. Sometimes they ask us to remove an article of clothing, which is completely voluntary, but we do it anyway to avoid getting a ticket. It didn't take us long to realize that the girls with long dresses are "inspected" a whole lot more often than the ones with short dresses. And if you wear pants, forget it -- an inspector will pop out of the bushes, and have you out of your pants faster than you can blink. So most girls wear dresses as short as they possibly can while still being decent -- baby doll dresses, and nighties for example. These are really thin, almost see-through, and meant to be worn with underwear, but unfortunately we have to go without underwear because of the Dress Code. We all pretend that we're fully dressed, even if our most intimate areas are pretty easy to see. For example, these skimpy dresses are sometimes an inch or two too short to really cover us. And when we sit down, sometimes you can see everything. We don't let that bother us, because it keeps the inspectors away, and that's the most important thing. Most days, a girl can get through the whole day without being stripped or raped. Thanks for asking. --Teresa

Fri Sep 9, 2005 7:21 am MST by Teresa Love

Comment wow, is this for real? sounds like a cool college :-) i feel it's the teacher's duty to enforce the dress code however he sees fit - sounds like you deserved to be raped you dirty little slut

Thu Sep 8, 2005 2:56 pm MST by Anonymous

Comment Fanny and Doris, I don't know what you girls are talking about. I'm not going to parade my pussy around on campus just to avoid getting pulled over by the panty patrol! I stay covered up, because I'm a decent girl. Sure, I dress sexy, but not indecent. I cut my own clothes to size. I start with a regular t-shirt, for example, and cut it so it exactly covers my boobs. (Maybe a little bit of my boobs poke out of the bottom of the shirt, but that's OK.) And on my bottoms, I like to wear low-rise jeans, which I make even lower-rise by cutting off the waist. I cut just below the zipper, evenly all around, for perfect results. This way, they keep my pussy covered, and some of my ass crack as well. Sure, once in a while I'm stopped and stripped by the panty patrol, but what girl isn't stripped naked every now and then at our college? It just goes with the territory, and everyone is very nice to me while I'm naked, so I don't mind very much.

Wed Mar 16, 2005 8:29 am MST by Suzie

Comment Doris, I found the same thing -- the shorter the dress, the less likely I would be pulled over and stripped by the panty patrol. So I searched my wardrobe for the shortest dresses to wear. The only ones I found that consistently kept me out of trouble with the panty patrol were my baby-doll nighties, which I started to wear as dresses. I have four of these, and they all serve pretty well as a dress. One of them is nearly transparent, so it's like being naked, but it is my longest one, covering my pussy at least. When I wear it, everyone stares at my boobs, but I pretend not to notice, even though the attention makes my pussy wet. Another one doesn't quite close in the back, so my whole butt is out in the open. Again, my pussy is covered, so I'm OK with this one, too. My third baby-doll nighty is a little too short, so I have to use my imagination to believe my bottom is covered. I make sure I'm fully shaved -- no stubble -- because there's no hiding it on the days I wear this dress. My fourth and final one has a slit right up the front, but I like this one because it is completely opaque, so at least my boobs aren't visible. And if I stand up straight, the slit closes almost completely, so people can't see my pussy, either. Since I started wearing these nighties, I haven't been stopped once. So I'm sure this is the key to success.

Tue Mar 15, 2005 12:44 pm MST by Fanny

Comment I disagree with "A College Official". As a student at the College, I started off trying to obey the Dress Code by wearing a long dress. I was horrified when the "panty patrol" -- that's the name we give the people who enforce the dress code -- pulled me aside to check that I was in compliance with the Dress Code. The more I protested, the more people gathered around to see what the commotion was all about. The panty patrol officer wouldn't relent. He told me I had to take off my dress, so he could check my panties. Normally I wouldn't mind, but I wasn't wearing a bra, so I had to expose my tits when I took off my dress. There I was, standing only in my panties, and desperately trying to avoid letting my nipples get hard. Finally, he told me I could go. I asked for my dress back, and he said no, he wanted to keep it. When I complained, he told me I should be glad he let me keep my panties on. To tell the truth, I was glad about that. I was late for class, so I couldn't stop and put anything on over my boobs, so I just went topless. I covered myself as best as I could with my hands, but that's no substitute for clothes. I was very embarrassed. And, although I was thankful to be wearing panties, they were the tiniest bikini panties you could imagine, and part of my butt crack was showing. Being almost naked this way made me very excited -- I just couldn't help it. My pussy juices soaked my panties, and this caused me further embarrassment, because the wet fabric clung to my lips and became transparent. The best I could do was to keep my tits covered, and hope people wouldn't notice my wet panties. Later I found out that I could avoid being publicly stripped if I would wear shorter dresses, an incentive that runs paradoxically counter to the stated objective of the Dress Code.

Tue Mar 15, 2005 11:19 am MST by Doris

Comment Dear Tea Ching, in this College, we have a Dress Code that requires girls to cover themselves up, and a Code of Conduct that requires them to refrain from becoming visibly sexually excited. Any exposed skin on a girl is available for touching by other students, and the girl is required to permit this sort of touching. We allow students to touch the exposed skin of other students knowing this might stimulate sexual excitement, and we hope this will encourage girls to cover up more fully, Regarding the harshness of the punishment for sexual excitement -- consensual rape -- I submit that if we didn't harshly punish public sexual excitement, then there would be less incentive for a girl to obey the Dress Code and the Code of Conduct. It's bad enough as it is, with girls going topless and even bottomless from time to time. I shudder to think how many more scantily clad -- or even naked -- girls we would have running around campus if they were not constantly in fear of being raped.

Tue Mar 15, 2005 10:08 am MST by A College Official

Comment Dear College Official, I don't agree with you at all. Suppose I accepted the notion that allowing boys to fuck any naked girl who shows some pink between her lips advanced the interests of the College. Still, that gives the teacher no right to place two naked (or nearly naked) girls at the front of a classroom, and force one of them to stroke the buttocks of the other, inducing the very sexual excitement that will get her raped. Allowing this kind of thing to go on might make for a fun show, expecially for the boys in the class, but it certainly doesn't foster ladylike behavior in the girls, does it?

Tue Mar 15, 2005 9:53 am MST by Tea Ching

Comment It's not the boys' fault. School policy requires that any girl who displays signs of sexual excitement in public be punished. The punishment is rape. A serious punishment yes, but before you get all bent out of shape over this, keep in mind that the girl asked for it. By allowing herself to become sexually excited, she is asking to be raped. So in this sense, the rape is "consensual". The purpose of allowing girls to be raped on campus is to encourage them to avoid showing signs of sexual excitement in public. This means, for example, that they should not permit their pussies to get wet or engorged when they are wearing a short skirt or no skirt at all. If they are wearing a thin top or if they are topless, then they should not allow their nipples to get hard, either, as this, too, is a sign of sexual excitement. As a college official, I would say that it is my fervent hope that girls will be fully aware of the ever-present possibility that they will be raped if their sexual excitement becomes public, and, for this reason, I hope and expect that girls will keep their clothes on when they are horny, and then no one will get raped.

Tue Mar 15, 2005 9:38 am MST by A College Official

Comment It seems like you're blaming your teacher for the fact that you were raped three times that day. Shouldn't you blame the boys who raped you?

Tue Mar 15, 2005 8:40 am MST by Ed U. Cator

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