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CALL ME BOB [ part 9 ] The bell rang for the start of school, I was standing in the classroom by my desk, and I’d already placed a cross by Michael’s name, and I wondered if I’d have to explain to the children why this had happened. As the children filed in I noticed that April was missing, I was about to joke and say that the year was getting shorter – With an April and a June in the class all we needed was a May and we’d have a quarter of the year! I was about to call the register when there was a knock at the door, a man then entered with April beside him. I couldn’t read his eyes and, for some reason that I didn’t understand, I didn’t want to enter him, just yet, so I decided to wait and see what happens. The man spoke briefly to April who nodded and then went to her seat . . . she then started to remove her blouse – she wasn’t wearing a vest! And then she removed her skirt – the gasps of those around her told me she wasn’t wearing underwear either! The man smiled at my discomfort, “I think I’d better explain,” He said, “I’m April’s stepfather Dennis; I understand that she was rude to one of the kids here and was to be punished.” He started looking around; I noticed that George was trying hard to stay out of his sight. I smiled, “Yes, I see you know what her punishment is.” I said looking to where April was now sitting, her face red – with embarrassment? I wondered. “Oh yes, she told us! . . .Now it really broke the ice that had come between us.” He started to look uncomfortable and looked around. “Anything that happens here . . . you don’t . . . tell anyone . . . do you?” He asked me. I shook my head, “No, whatever is said and done in the classroom remains here. I understand that it would be a great source of blackmail material, but I’m not interested in that, just producing well adjusted children, ready to face the outside world.” I said. “But I won’t guarantee that the kids will keep quiet about the lessons, so if you don’t want anything known then it might be safer if you don’t say anything.” I warned him. He nodded, “Alright, I won’t, but I’m sure April’s going to tell everyone about it. All I’ll say is that we didn’t force her into this, we made sure she really wanted it.” He paused realising that he was starting to say too much. I looked towards April’s desk where she was now talking with her friends who had surrounded her desk. As one they all turned to look at her step-father – it reminded me of that John Wyndham novel (Midwich Cuckoos). I took a quick look into his mind and I was amused by what I saw (For the whole story see April – After the first lesson). It seemed that at least the ‘relax about your body’ talk had taken root in one person. “I assure you that what may have happened will not be used against you or your family, only I’d ask you not to think that all the children in this class are as ready as April apparently was.” I said. He smiled, “Actually I understand from my son that April was asking about sleepovers. Do you think that might be suitable?” he asked me. “I’d leave it for a week or so, let them get used to each other before expanding their views.” I said quietly. Dennis looked at the class, and the group around April all looking at him. “Yeah, perhaps you’re right, I mean you are the teacher aren’t you.” He said then looked up at his step-daughter, “April? Remember why you’re here.” He said to her and then waved goodbye, leaving me to continue with the days duties. “Everybody . . . please listen to me!” I said loudly, but not too loudly. “I’ve a couple of things to say first . . .” I managed to get the classes’ attention. “Now I’m sure you’re all eager to hear what April has to say?” I began and heard the murmurs of agreement. “But that will have to wait until this afternoon . . . and if I hear that anyone has spoken out of place that person will be doing a whole week naked, including P.E. and breaks!” Which made some of them smile. “The second is that Michael will not be in for a few days, he’s been involved in an accident and isn’t feeling too well.” I didn’t tell them the truth – (what was it Jack Nicholson who said ‘You can’t handle the truth’ or was it Dick Solomon’s ‘. . . well I can’t handle the truth!’) I then started to take the register, when I got to Charlene’s name she answered with a “Here Uncle Bo . . . I mean Mr. Wilson.” - Which made the other’s laugh. I smiled as well and continued with the register, I skipped over Michael’s name. After taking the register I spoke again, “Now, many of you are aware that I’ve been looking after Charlene last night . . .” I said “And I never got a chance to see anything!” Charlene said in a disappointed tone. I shook my head as the rest of the class laughed again, April spoke up, “Don’t worry Charlene . . . my dad would take you in.” she said smiling and glanced at me. I winked to her and then carried on talking. “Quiet please, and another outburst like that Charlene will mean you join April in her punishment, and April you’d have to spend another day like that!” Which made Charlene blush and April smile wider. “Anyway back to Charlene, this doesn’t mean that Charlene will have any special attention or privileges – at least not in respect to this class, and it’s not an excuse to treat her differently either.” I had to clear the air about that in case of any thoughts about favouritism. “Now we’ll start with the first lesson . . . and April as part of your punishment you’ll have to help me, it will allow the class to see you!” I said to her, but I could tell from the look on her face that she was enjoying this. I beckoned her over to me. April stood up from her desk and walked towards me, her small breasts were erect and her head was held up high. She smiled at me as she stood by my desk. “Yes Mr. Wilson? What do you want me to do?” She asked me licking her lips. I spoke quietly to her, “Are you alright April? I don’t want you to think you’re being forced into anything because of me.” I said She smiled, “Oh no Mr. Wilson, I was slightly scared, but I found I liked it! I liked it a lot! It was funny watching Anthony trying not to look at me!” She gave a giggle as she thought about the previous night. “You, young lady, are an exhibitionist!” I said to her, and at her puzzled look I handed her a dictionary. “Look it up e-x-h-i-b-i-t-i-o-n-i-s-t.” I spelt out the word and sent her back to her desk while she looked through the book. She sat down, and then she giggled and looked at me. She nodded her head. I started the lesson off and left the class to their studies, I then pondered the fact that I’d been able to help Michael but didn’t even have an inking about April. Then it struck me, Michael was in trouble and needed help April, however, was in no danger and, in fact, was even in control to a certain amount. So I could be happy in knowing that should I be needed I would know. ---- During the morning April delivered books and pens to people as they needed them, most thanked her although there were one or two of the boys who tried to take liberties with her, the first few times I just let it go but there was one incident that I couldn’t ignore. “No Paul, you’re hurting me!” April said in a low tone. “Aww ain’t that a shame!” Paul Wilson said in a too loud voice. “Look you’re supposed to let us touch you if we want to, that’s what you’re here for.” He said in a mean tone. “Paul Wilson! If you’ll kindly come up to the front please.” I said, having looked up from the map I was showing to the class after April’s outburst. Paul stood in front of me, a cocky smile on his face, “Yes Mr. Wilson, what’s up?” He asked me. “First of all you will undress and start helping April!” I said to him calmly. “But why? Wasn’t that why she was being punished, I was just . . .” He started to protest. “her punishment was to be naked in class, not to be the target of any inquisitive person. The time for that is during the afternoon lessons!” I told him, “Now undress!” I emphasised the order by slapping my thigh. Paul was quickly naked and bright red as the class started to laugh at him, his erection was visible to all and he went to move his hands to cover himself. “I’m sorry Paul but do you see April trying to hide herself?” “But that’s different, she’s a girl!” Paul said his hand hovering around his groin. “Good! The lesson yesterday was worthwhile.” I said, “You know the difference between the sexes!” I said in a slightly sarcastic tone. “Now Paul do you think this is easy for April to remain like that with everything showing?” “But she seems so relaxed.” Paul tried to protest. “Of course, she realises that she deserved her punishment and she’s trying to make the best of it. Does that mean she has to be pawed by everyone she meets? No! She should have the respect she merits. Now return to your seat . . . let them look and keep your arms by your side!” I added as Paul tried to run back to his seat, only to find his path blocked by some girls. I noticed that one girl was slyly reaching for Paul’s cock. “Amanda? I wouldn’t unless you want to join him in his dress?” I warned her she pulled her hand back and faced the front. “Now class as with April you may look but not touch. Paul? You’ll have to remain like that during the break period.” I saw April’s head twist round at that and could almost read what she said under her breath. I beckoned her back to me. “Yes Mr. Wilson?” She asked me as she stood there. I smiled at the naked girl and then said, “April, I was going to let you dress for the break and for lunch, but I don’t think you want me to do that do you?” April looked back at the class to see if anyone was listening and then she turned back to me, “Not really Mr. Wilson, it makes me feel all strange and tingly inside when I think of it, so can I stay like this? Please?” She said quietly. I almost laughed, “Alright April, but you’re going to be telling us all how you felt being outside naked with everyone else dressed. Now can you hand out these books? Give some to Paul for him to pass around.” I instructed her and gestured to Paul so that he would be prepared to work. ---- As the bell rang for the mid-morning break, I sent the class out into the playground – Paul, for some reason, wasn’t too anxious to leave the classroom. But I made him go as I wanted some coffee from the staff room. My drink was disturbed by a commotion from outside and then it progressed to outside the staff room, a female voice was shouting away, intrigued I looked out to see Mrs. Wolanaski pulling April and Paul away from the playground. I went outside to see what they’d been up to. “I don’t want to hear another lie from either of you! It’s bad enough that you are making an exhibition of yourselves without making up stories! Just you wait until I see your teacher!” She was saying. “Well Mrs. Wolanaski I’m here! Now what else have these two done? I’ve already punished them by making them go naked, I see I’ll have to add extra to this!” I said, but winking at the two to show I didn’t mean it. “You mean you did tell them to do this? They weren’t lying to me? You actually made them go into the playground undressed like this?” Mrs. Wolanaski said outraged. “I don’t expect any of my class to lie to people Mrs. Wolanaski! I find they’re very trustworthy in that respect. Now why have you brought them away from their break?” I asked her as if puzzled.. “Well they can’t remain outside like that! It’s not right! And I doubt if the headmaster would approve of this conduct!” She said self-righteously. “Is that so Mrs. Wolanaski? I take it you haven’t read the information pack that has been distributed to all teachers? You will find that it is up to the teachers to assign punishments, including corporal punishment – well I don’t agree with that so I’ve decided that humiliation is a better punishment, that is why these two are naked, and they’re going to remain like that all day!” I said to her and then turned to April and Paul. “You two go back outside, it’s a lovely day.” “No! They can’t! I forbid it!” Mrs. Wolanaski protested. “I’m not allowing them to mix like that with my class! I insist they put on some clothes!” She added. “April? Paul? Go!” I said in a stern voice. They both looked at me and, at my gesture, walked back towards the playground. “How. . . Dare . . . You! How dare you undermine my authority!” Mrs. Wolanaski said to me in an angry tone. “Marjorie why don’t we talk about it in the staff room? I’m sure you don’t want to advertise this all over the school.” I said in a low, calm voice. “Why would I want to do that? I’m going straight to the headmaster, he’ll be able to get this sorted out! You realise that I am a senior teacher here, my words do carry a lot of weight!” And Mrs. Wolanaski stormed away. I shook my head and went back into the staff room to concentrate about this problem. ---- “Mr. Wilson, could you please report to the headmaster’s office.” The voice came from the tannoy system. “Oooohhhhh! What have you done sir?” The class asked, almost in unison. “Nothing much! Now while I’m gone April will be in charge, you will read pages 25-35, and write out how the water-cycle operates. You will not make a noise and you are not allowed to touch either April or Paul while I’m not here.” I said bringing April up to sit in my seat. I left the room and waited for a few seconds, just in case they started to make too much noise, but the level wasn’t that high so I left them. I arrived at the headmaster’s office and smiled at the receptionist behind her desk, “I think I’m wanted?” I said to her. “Why? Are your ear’s burning?” She countered with a smile and then pressed a button on her intercom. “Mr. Matthews? Mr. Wilson is here.” She said “Send him in please.” The headmaster replied. “M will see you now James.” She said to me. “Thank you, Moneypenny.” I said slightly sarcastically as I open the door to the headmaster’s office. “Ah Bob. How the arm?” Pete asked me. “Well it’s a nuisance at the moment, but I hope to be getting rid of the cast soon.” I said, “But I don’t think that’s the reason for this call?” I said noticing both Mrs. Wolanaski and Jackie sitting to one side. “Err No, no. I understand there was some problem at break time. Mrs Wolanaski tells me you interfered with her punishment of two of your pupils. Can you give me you side to this please.” Pete asked, obviously embarrassed to have to ask me. “Certainly, I had two pupils being punished by staying naked all day, Mrs. Wolanaski tried to stop them, contrary to my wishes. She would not listen to me and tried to order the pair to dress which I felt was undermining my original punishment. So I countered her order and sent the pair of them back outside to continue their punishment as they had been instructed.” I said calmly and added, “I did want to tell Mrs. Wolanaski this but she refused to listen to me and walked away . . . to see you I believe?” “Of course I did, what type of pervert are you? Making children strip off for your own pleasure? I suppose you want to take advantage of them sexually don’t you!” Mrs. Wolanaski said in an evilly sweet voice. “I do hope you have some basis of fact behind that accusation, I’m sure the police will be glad to see it. Headmaster I formally ask that the police be involved in this and I’ll remain away from the school – on full pay since I’m being accused by a member of staff!” I tried to sound angry – but I did expect this. “Now, now Bob, I’m sure that Marjorie didn’t mean it like that, I’m sure that she’s willing to apologise for . . .” Pete started to say but was cut off by a shrill. “I? Apologise to HIM! Headmaster you forget yourself. I brought this atrocious situation to you attention so that you will fire this . . . this.” She stopped herself as she couldn’t bring herself to describe how degenerate I was. “You see headmaster, she has a problem with me! I don’t think it’s wise for me to remain here.” I said noticing that Marjorie gave a self-satisfied smile, so I continued, “Of course the governors will have to assign someone else to carry on with the sex education and development classes.” ”No headmaster! You’ve got to stop these abominations of a lesson. It isn’t right!” Marjorie said heatedly. “I disagree Marjorie, children nowadays are at risk due to their lack of knowledge, classes like these are necessary. They need to know the dangers that could happen.” Pete said. “Really! And I suppose this boy, Michael, wouldn’t be in hospital if he knew about that rubbish? What if it was his knowledge that caused his assault? We should never have started this, he might still be okay!” She turned to face me, “and it’s all your fault!” She told me. Jackie then stepped in, “We can’t say Marjorie, the police haven’t released any details and anyway the first lesson was yesterday! How much trouble could happen in one day?” She asked. ‘If only you knew!’ I thought to myself, but kept quiet. Marjorie was adamant, “It’s still your fault! You see headmaster this is the type of thing we should eliminate, this wanton knowledge of sex! It’s not right!” Marjorie was in full flow, “and another thing, were you aware that he’s encouraging his pupils to ignore us teachers? Only yesterday he sent that Evelyn Clanville out and she wouldn’t talk to me when I tried to ask her what she was doing!” I sighed, “Headmaster, sorry Pete but she’s started this, I had already explained that Evelyn was following my orders . . . I didn’t want her wasting any time talking to others, she was instructed to give an urgent message to Jackie and then return straight back to the classroom, she was obeying my instructions. I might also add she was very worried because she had ignored Mrs. Wolanaski.” I said patiently. “You see, he admits it! She was following his orders!” Marjorie said triumphantly. “I’m pleased that my pupils follow my orders so diligently, could you say the same for your?” I countered. Pete raised his hands in a calming gesture while addressing us both, “Bob, Marjorie, please, we’re getting off the subject. Now Marjorie the question is why did you try to stop these two children’s punishments. Didn’t you read the newsletter that was sent out?” Pete asked quietly. “Well headmaster I don’t have time to read every bit of bumf(*) that’s passed on. I glanced at it, that was all.” She said dismissively. “Ah, that’s a pity . . . you would have noticed that along with the changes in the pupil’s dress and . . . other items, it is also upto the class tutor to assign punishments, if children from another class requires punishment then you should inform the class tutor immediately who will then take the appropriate action. It’s aimed at showing the pupil that their teacher is concerned about them and establishes a esprit-de-corps you know.” Pete said smiling. “But what does that . . .” Marjorie started to say. “It means that you should have approached Bob here with your problem, if you had discussed it with him it could have been sorted out amicably.” Pete said smoothly. “I had no need to talk to that sex maniac!” Marjorie said almost spitting at me. “Mr. Wilson isn’t a sex maniac! Were you aware that he is looking after Charlene Joylett last night? He almost had to be pressured into doing it!” Jackie said. “OOoooh I’m sure he did, so reluctant after he got out of her bed!” “Mrs. Wolanaski that is enough!” I said outraged. “I have to agree with you Robert! Jackie here has examined Charlene this morning and found nothing wrong with her. So I’m afraid your accusation is completely unfounded. This is the second time within a few minutes that you have made an accusation against Mr. Wilson, both of which are blatantly untrue. I have studied your class reports, Mr. Wilson’s class are currently exceeding the government’s guidelines. Yours, however, are completely below . . . in all subjects. The Governors have expressed the opinion that this reflects the standard of the teacher.” Pete said. “I’ve never bothered with that rubbish, I’ve been teaching for over 30 years and . . .” Marjorie began to say. “Yes! And I’m sorry to say that you haven’t changed with the years, I’ve had several complaints about your teaching methods, I think it would be better if you went on a retraining course, there’s one starting next week . . . I’ve already put your name down for it and the governor’s have approved this.” Pete said as if giving her good news. “I can’t . . . I mean it too soon. I can’t just go like that! Oh no, that’s not suitable at all, maybe in a month or two . . .” Marjorie said smiling. “I’m afraid it’s all arranged. We have a substitute teacher already arranged, she’ll take over your class tomorrow, you’re going to spend two day’s bringing her up to speed and then we’ll see what happens . . . That will be all!” Pete said dismissing her from the office. He turned to me, “Now Bob, I understand that Jackie has some disturbing . . . What is it Marjorie? Why haven’t you left yet?” “You can’t just dismiss me like that! I refuse to be thrown out of your office like that! My position demands. . .” Marjorie started to say, outraged at her treatment. “Mrs. Wolanaski I don’t think I made myself clear. If you don’t go on this course then we will have not alternative than to withdraw your employment as a teacher in this school. Do I make myself clear?” At Marjorie’s crestfallen nod Pete carried on, “Good, now I suggest you return to your class. Miss Wilkinson will come tomorrow to observe and help, good day!” This time Marjorie got up and left the office, Pete then turned back to me, “I’m sorry about that Bob, but every day she has some complaint or another . . . now where was I? Oh yes, Jackie has some disturbing news.” ”I’m afraid it’s regarding Charlene’s mother . . . She in hospital!” Jackie said. “But what’s wrong with her? I thought she was only arrested yesterday.” I said, trying to sound shocked, again I shouldn’t know what was up. “They don’t know!” Jackie said simply, “All they say is that she’s in some kind of coma.” “But . . . but what’s going to happen to Charlene, I mean she . . . isn’t going to be taken away is she?” I asked genuinely concerned. But Jackie shook her head, “Oh no, at least not yet. I believe they want to check on her at the hospital, just to ensure that there’s nothing physically wrong with her. I thought that when you went to have your cast removed would be the best time, that way you’d both be together.” Jackie finished smiling. I sat in silence for a few moment, thinking about Charlene. Oh I knew about her mother, but she didn’t . . . how was I to break the news? I was interrupted by a sound from Pete. I could see Pete smiling as he looked at a monitor on his desk, his screen was tuneable from room to room - except mine when I wanted privacy. “You know Bob I can’t understand the control you have over your class . . . I’ve been watching them for the last few minutes, all they’ve done is read . . . oh there have been some of them talking, but they stopped when . . . April Walker isn’t it? . . . Well she said something and they went back to reading!” He shook his head smiling and then flipped a switch and then his smile faded, “But Marjorie’s class was behaving as I expected it to. Children out of their seats and the room looked a mess! I’ll just tune back to it . . . GOOD GRIEF. I DON’T BELIEVE IT!” Pete got up from his seat and started running for the door as he opened it he looked back. “DON’T JUST SIT THERE, COME ON!” He shouted. Jackie and I looked at each other in astonishment and then got up, Pete was halfway down the hall by the time we’d got to the door . . . on the screen a naked Marjorie Wolanaski was picking her first victim.
(*) Bumf – English slang originated in the war, where paper was recycled into toilet paper by being torn into squares and hung by the lavatory. The full term was Bum Fodder but shorted to Bumf. (CG) |