Pareta College

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Pareta College


Chapter 4: The building blocks

I made my way down to room 17A. It was in a recessed area of one of the older school buildings and the classrooms on either side of it seemed empty too. I put the key into the lock and opened the door. It was a big classroom, with lots of space and from what I'd initially expected, a fair amount of natural light. There was a big wooden teachers desk and highback timber chair behind the desk. And of course there was a big black board behind the desk, and about thirty desks and chairs for students. The room looked like it hadn't been used for a while. I sat in the teacher's chair overlooking the room, planning for the days ahead.

Five minutes or so later there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said loudly. The door swung open and in came Hermoine, Rebecca and Shareen, all with big wide grins on their faces. They looked so sweet bounding up to me in their hot little school uniforms.

"Guess what James?" asked Rebecca.

"Tell me," I said.

"Miss Highberry canceled our detention, how cool is that!" butted in Shareen.

"That's excellent girls, congratulations," I said.

Now many of you probably expect me to start taking advantage of these three gorgeous teenage girls at this point. Sadly you're wrong.

Whilst I'd already cast various mind control spells over them, I'd learnt that the instant sexual gratification I'd initially was seeking didn't provide the best long term results. And I was in for the long haul.

"Girls," I continued, drawing my wand, "Obey Hermoine, Rebecca and Shareen."

They listened attentively to what I had to say.

"You remember and enjoyed the flirting with me at the bus stop the other day, but you realize it's not a good idea to be doing this in public. You also still have sexual feelings for each other but realize it's not a good idea to be doing this in school whilst the teachers are there. You will wait until I next give you and all the girls here at Pareta College instructions. Until then you'll continue your studies. Do any of you have a boy friend?"

"Yes," they all almost answered in unison.

"Ok, you'll break up with your boyfriends because you know they'll never be half the man I am, and it is so worthwhile to instead wait for me. In the meantime, you'll enjoy masturbating yourself to sleep, fantasizing about me and each other. You will not remember any part of this conversation. Hermoine, Rebecca and Shareen, Obey over."

They all looked at me blinking or shaking their heads like they couldn't remember what they were doing.

"Thanks girls for dropping by, you better get to class now, I have some errands I have to run," I said.

They all said good-bye and left my class room. That was hard. I really wanted to have taken them just then, but I knew if I just waited a little while all my plans would fall into place.

So over the next few hours I drove Miss Highberry's little car to St Theresa's, Mt Alma's School for Girls, the teachers' union and the Catholic Schooling Office.

In all the cases I had to make my way using mind control spells through the secretaries of all the head honchos before getting to the decision makers. I followed the same processes for them as I had for the Pareta College principal.

Using my obey spells I made them think whenever I would make a suggestion to them that they'd think it's an excellent idea and wonder why you didn't think of such a good idea in the first place. I told them that if anyone criticizes them for implementing on of my suggestions, they would think that the other person didn't know what they're talking about. I also made sure they'd always tell me the truth and that they wouldn't remember any part of this conversation. For all of them I made them cancel their earlier planned meetings and to instead go to the Principal's office at Pareta College at 2.30 pm.

I got back to school with about 30 minutes to spare, seeing that already there was a bunch of workmen digging up the parameter areas of the school that I wanted to shield from the outside world. I grabbed a late lunch at a drive through on the way back, so I ate it in my classroom/office before the meeting. I then went up to Miss Highberry's room a couple of minutes past 2.30pm.

"Oh here he is," started Miss Highberry, "James here has the most excellent ideas about how we can better run our schools. Tell them James."

I looked around the meeting table and everyone I'd cast spells over the past couple of hours was there so I began.

"Well it's all very simple. There's often times where students get bogged down in the day to day of their schools, and the best way of avoiding this and maximizing their learning is to sometimes move them around between schools."

They mumbled generally supporting comments between themselves.

"The same applies to teachers. They often get stuck in their ways at an individual school, so in some circumstances they want swap between schools, or even retire a little early if they want so some fresh teaching blood can be introduced."

Again they all seemed to support the notion.

I turned to the union leader and said, "I think your members would support this move, especially if some of them could access early retirement."

"I couldn't agree more," he said, "Provided none of them are fired I'll support your proposal 100%".

I then looked at the head of the Catholic Schooling Office. "Would you be able to free up funds to help some of the older teachers retire early with an extra financial nest egg?"

"Of course, I think this is a great idea," she said.

"That's excellent, because I'd also be wanting to select some of your most recent university graduates to fill their spaces. Can you organize for 3.30 PM on Friday for all of our unplaced female teaching graduates under 25 years old to come here to my office in Room 17A at Pareta College for a meeting and possibly an interview with me?"

"Not a problem, I'll get my admin staff to organize it tomorrow."

I then looked at the principals from St Theresa's and Mt Alma's. "What do you think of my idea to swap teachers around between schools?" I asked.

"Fantastic, wish I'd thought of it," said the bearded principal from Mt Alma's.

"I agree, I think it's wonderfully refreshing," said the plump principal from St Theresa's.

"Good, I'm meeting with the staff here at Pareta this afternoon. I'd like you to organize similar staff meetings for me to speak at for your schools at respectively 8 am and 3.30 PM tomorrow."

"Happy to oblige," said one.

"I'll organize it this afternoon," said the other.

Miss Highberry now started speaking, "Well it's great we can all see a good idea when we it comes along. Thank you for your cooperation, James will be in touch."

And with that the meeting ended, just ten minutes later.

I didn't need to prepare much for the Pareta College staff meeting, so after the others had left I said to Miss Highberry, "I've been having a look around my classroom and I think it needs some more resources."

"Certainly James, how did you want to organize it?"

"How about if you can organize a budget of, say $75,000 so I can get the room in the right condition for when my classes begin?"

"Not a problem, consider it done," she said. Shortly later Mrs Brown had organized everything and I had access to the cash no questions asked to prepare what would be my sex ed class room.

It didn't take 3.30 long to come around as a little over a dozen staff members walked into the meeting room, unsure of what was about to transpire.

Miss Highberry addressed them, "Thanks for coming today. This meeting marks a new beginning for our school and our students. One for the better. I'd like you to welcome James Gary, our new school advisor who'll speak to you."

They didn't seem too impressed about me and my role. That'd change...

"Pareta College staff, Obey," I said as I pointed my wand.

I followed the usual deal - I had excellent ideas and they'd follow them without questioning and ignoring contradictory opinions, always telling me the truth, and they wouldn't remember any of this.

I briefed them on my new ideas about transferring students and staff and they seemed very supportive (strange that).

There were fourteen in the room not including myself. Miss Highberry and Mrs Brown would stay, they'd already proved their worth. I asked them to introduce themselves. Four of them were women in their 40's, nothing too special to look at. All of these were instantly in my mind transferable with the other two schools. There were two male teachers. Sorry guys, they'll only be one rooster at this hen house. One was Denis the guy I'd seen at the swimming pool, sorry Denis better start teaching elsewhere I thought. The other guy was real old. Turned out he was the lead maths teacher and was really looking forward to retiring - well guess what teach, you and the other four older female teachers were about to get a nice little golden handshake from the Catholic Schooling Office. That left two teachers remaining, who, having my way, were going to stay.

One was in her late thirties, but she really did it for me. Golden hair tied tightly back, nice high cheek bones, a well shaped nose and face and a good body. Nothing to write home about, especially with her smallish tits, but she was wearing a nice tight skirt that really showed off her butt nicely. She was the school's English teacher and her name was Miss Bayliss.

The other teacher was in her early thirties and had a pencil thin waist and the biggest breasts I'd seen in a long time. She wore glasses which framed her face nicely, and she had a nice head of brown hair rolling down to her shoulders. She'd been teaching junior science and also art. Miss Fennie was also in.

Neither were married, but knew their stuff.

I then organized a to have each teacher bring me their students at set intervals throughout tomorrow's school day, beginning with the grade 9's and going up to the Seniors in grade 12.

Before dismissing them I made sure they'd tell no-one about the upcoming changes to the school and that they were really happy about what was going to happen to them. So ended Wednesday.

The next morning I arrived bright and early at Pareta College and borrowed the principal's car again, this time to attend the 8 am staff meeting at Mt Alma's. This school was small like Pareta but still had a fair number of hot looking schoolgirls already turning up. I made my way up to their principal's office and confirmed that everything was in order for the morning staff meeting. I did my usual stuff, although I was pretty disappointed. I could see from the start that there was only one really nice looking teacher. Mrs Kelaart had style and was immaculately dressed for an ordinary school day. She had a good little figure and medium size breasts. She had her brown hair pulled back with the exception of a lock that ran down her forehead. Whilst I could tell from the chunks of diamond on her left ring finger that she was married, I could still see some opportunities for this woman in her late 20's. I discovered that she was the Mt Alma's maths teacher. Plus after questioning I also found out she coached the Mt Alma's swim team, so she was a good swap with Denis from Pareta.

Using my mind control techniques she was very excited about the prospect of transferring to Pareta with all the exciting new changes happening there. I also got the remaining teachers to be incredibly supportive of a transfer of students and that they'd bring their classes to me in the school assembly area starting with the grade 9's at 8.30 am tomorrow morning. By the time the ten minute meeting was over they were convinced this was the best possible outcome for the girls' education. I made sure they wouldn't share any of this knowledge until I'd spoken with the parents.

I had to rush back to Pareta as my first meeting with the school girls was scheduled for 9 am. I went down to the computer room where after talking to the soon to be retired IT teacher, I borrowed the school's digital camera and laptop. I took these to the school gymnasium and quickly set them up in a classroom that sat above the indoor volleyball court. It wasn't too long that the first two classes, grades 9 White and 9 Blue entered into the gym. About fifty girls and their two teachers sat down in the chairs still set up from school parade a couple of days ago. I walked to the front of the year level and looked at them. They were youngish looking, but still blossoming beautifully into puberty. I could easily see a few stunners within the group of 14 and 15 year olds. I also saw a fair number of very plain, ordinary, and in some cases ugly girls. Plus a few were too overweight. My plans to address them would start the ball rolling in turning Pareta College into a sanctuary of female teenage beauty.

"Morning girls, my name is James. Miss Highberry has asked me to start preparing you for your end of term exams. But to do this I need to know who you all are, so I'm going to say this only once, say pay close attention."

The young girls all looked to me, listening to what I had to say.

I drew my wand before announcing to them "Obey Grade 9 girls."

"Very soon you'll line up outside the classroom above," I pointed, "from there you'll enter the room one by one, giving me your name. If I ask you for a photograph you will be flattered and believe that I'm showing an interest in getting to know you better for your exams. If I just take your name and ask you to sit back down, you will think that you're so prepared for the end of term exams that you don't need my help. Regardless you will feel confident about yourself, but will not talk to anyone about this once you leave the gym. Obey over."

"OK girls, can you now line up outside the classroom, once I'm all completed your teachers will take you back to class." With that I left the gym hall and made my way up to the class room. Sure enough within a couple of minutes the teachers had them in a long trailing line outside the class door.

"Enter!" I said to the first girl. She had very delicate features, and like most of the girls I'd seen moments ago, was reasonably flat chested. 

"What's your name?"

"Felicity."

I looked down the grade 9 roll that I'd got earlier from Mrs Brown the admin support to the school, and put a check mark next to her name.

"Smile nicely for a photograph Felicity," I said. She did as her face beamed a cute little smile. "Thanks," I said "Talk to you again soon."

"Next!"

The second girl was almost the opposite to Felicity. Whilst she had breasts, they were obviously a result of fat deposits, rather than female hormones at work. And the multiple chins were a major turn off.

"What's your name?"

"Rachel."

I found her on the roll and put a large cross against her name. She was definitely heading out! "Thanks, next!"

And so this continued for the next 30 minutes. At the end of it the class of 50 was broken down to 28 definite to go's (comprising the fatter and uglier girls - and one girl that was way too anorexic for more liking) and 22 that looked promising with further investigation.

All the way through the morning I followed the same processes for grades 10, 11 and 12, the seniors.

The one thing I must admit, was the older girls were generally more of a turn on, although the grade 9's were starting to develop their womanly curves. 

By lunch time, I'd met individually (although very briefly) every girl at Pareta College. Of the approximately 200 girls, I'd made a decision to transfer at least 120 of them, with the remaining 130 to be further tested. 

It'd been an interesting experience, particularly seeing and interacting not only with Hermoine, Rebecca and Shareen again, but also some of the girls I'd been controlling that didn't even know about me, like Mandy, the first girl I'd controlled near the parent drop off point, and Erin and to a lesser extent the other girls in her swim team like Biannca, Phoebe, Alicia, Caitlin and Jane. 

Lunch time might be a rest time for most, but not for me. I had a $75,000 resources budget I needed to spend, so I phoned a local plumber to do a job for me. I asked him what he normally charged for bathrooms. Once I had this info I said if he'd organize a job for me could he have it ready in a week if I paid an extra 50%. The extra cash acted as a real incentive. He was over at the school within half an hour.

I then gave him my ideas for him to put into concrete... and tiles and porcelain and so on. Basically I wanted a bathroom installed in my new class room, complete with shower and toilet. He started sourcing bathroom fixtures and fittings that afternoon. The only mind control I needed to put over him was that it was not unusual at all to have a shower and toilet in the front of a class room, but that he wouldn't talk to anyone about it anyway.

Afternoon classes were about to start so I went up to Miss Highberry's office.

"Hello James, settling in okay?" she asked.

"Yes, very well thanks. I did some basic analysis work this morning on transferring some of the students, but I need to run a test this afternoon. Using the school intercom can you read the names with a check mark next to them from each year level to go to the gymnasium instead of taking the scheduled afternoon lessons?" I asked.

"Not at all, it'll be a pleasure to do so, knowing that you're doing what's best for the school and the girls' education," Miss Highberry said.

I then left the office, collected some xeroxing I asked Mrs Brown to do earlier and made my way to the gym hall, still set up with the seats covering the volleyball court. Miss Highberry came over the loud speaker.

"Your attention please girls, can the following students please be excused from class and go instead to the gymnasium. Grade 9 White, Felicity...." she then read out the names I'd selected during the morning's session. It took a good five minutes before she finished, shortly afterwards the girls started streaming into the hall.

"Take a seat girls, there's plenty of room up the front for those of you turning up just now," I said.

The hall was abuzz with teenage chit-chat. I noticed some of the girls had started talking about this morning's photograph session under the impression it was about their test preparation. Obviously being back in the hall made them feel comfortable under their commands to discuss it again.

"OK, quiet now girls," I said, "pay close attention to what I'm about to say," and with that I drew my wand.

"Obey Pareta schoolgirls."

"You all did very well in your earlier test preparation sessions this morning. But for me to get a better idea about your abilities, skills and experiences I have a little test for you to complete now."

The girls started talking and complaining amongst themselves.

"This is a good test, and one you will enjoy doing it. You will always be truthful in your answers. You will not think any of the questions are strange or out of the ordinary. In fact you feel it's totally normal to be answering these questions in a test for a teacher here at Pareta College. I'll now circulate the test, please write your name at the top of every sheet. On the front page please also write your address and telephone number."

I then circulated the photocopied tests.

"One thing you must always remember, is that whenever I make a suggestion to you, or explain something to you, you will believe it is an excellent idea, and one you really want to do," I said.

"Now," I continued, "Don't start writing anything yet. What we'll do, so you can answer the test to the best of your ability, is to run through the questions now. There is no one correct answer for each question. In fact, there may be many different correct answers. To show this, I'd like to ask Hermoine in 10 Blue to come to the front of the class."

Hermoine started making her way past the hundred plus school girls from all four grades in the school, and joined me in front of everyone.

"Now Hermoine, you haven't seen this test before have you?"

"No James," she said.

"What we'll do is I'll ask you a question, you should answer loudly and proudly so all the girls at the back of the hall can here you. Then girls, the rest of you will fill in your answer sheets for that question, and so on until we're finished. Most of the questions are multiple choice, some need more detail. Are you read to begin?"

"Yes James," she replied.

"Good, question 1, how old are you?"

"I'm 15, turning 16 next month."

"OK girls, start filling out your answers."

"Question 2, what dress size are you?"

"I'm a 6."

I looked up and saw the girls in the hall answering this question.

"Question 3, what size bra do you wear?"

"32C," she said (that's a 10C for those of you downunder)



"Question 4, what is the sexiest lingerie you own?"

"I have this nice red satin bra and panties set that always gets me hot when I wear them," she said.

"Question 5, have you ever romantically or sexually kissed someone?"

"Yes."

"Ok, part b of the question, did you insert your tongue into their mouth?"

"Oh yes."

"Part c, how many people have you done this with?"

"At least five or six people."

"And finally part d, was this just with boys, just with girls, or with both?"

"Both."

Giggling started breaking out in the gym hall.

"Listen up girls, it's very important for you to know, there's nothing wrong with romantically or sexually kissing another girl, in fact it is a very beautiful thing, OK?"

Almost immediately I was greeted with a resonding "OK" from about 130 girls.

"Great, OK girls, now complete your answers to this question," pens started scrawling across the sheets in front of me. Once everyone was looking up, I went on to the next question.

"Question 6 is multiple choice. Hermoine, have you ever done any of the following with a boy:

a) seen a boy in his underwear?
b) seen a boy out of his underwear?
c) touched a boy's penis or balls?
d) made a boy cum by pulling his penis?"

"All of them," she answered.

More teenage heads down answering the test. 

"Question 7 is also multiple choice. Have you ever done any of the following with a boy:

a) licked a boy's penis or balls?
b) put a boy's penis in your mouth?
c) sucked on a boy's penis so that he came in your mouth? 
d) sucked on or put your tongue in a boy's asshole?"

"All except the last one," she said.

More writing.

"Question 8, have you ever fucked a boy?"

"No, not yet," she replied. I must admit I was a little surprised.

More writing.

"Question 9, do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, I dropped him yesterday." Very good, she followed my command from the other day.

After everyone had answered this one, I decided to address the schoolgirls, "OK girls, now there's something very important I want you to do this afternoon. If you have a boyfriend you're to break up with him later today. And you will not date, kiss, or do any of the things we've talked about in these earlier questions. You really love being sexually active, but want to keep your body only for the perfect man. I will reveal that man's identity at the start of next term. In the meantime you're to keep sexually away from the male gender."

"Question 10, how often do you think about sex, or have sexually related thoughts:

a) at least every hour
b) at least two, three or four times a day
c) about once a day
d) at least two, three or four times a week
e) about once a week
f) hardly ever, or never

"Probably b," Hermoine said. 

The girls in the hall quickly wrote down their answers.

"Question 11, have you ever masturbated?"

"Yes."

"Question 12, how often do you masturbate?"

"About 3 times a week on average."

I looked up, they were busy answering their tests.

"Question 13, when masturbating, have you done any of the following:

a) played with your nipples or breasts?
b) played with your clitoris?
c) inserted a finger into your pussy?
d) tasted your own pussy juices?
e) used a vibrator?
f) inserted a finger into your asshole?

"All except the last two," she replied.

More writing.

"Question 14, have you ever viewed pornography before?"

"Yes," she answered.

"Part b, what types of pornography have you viewed:

a) magazines like Playboy or Hustler?
b) pictures or video on the Internet?
c) video cassettes?
d) erotic stories on the Internet?

"I found some magazines and porn videos in my Dad's closet a couple of years back. And I've looked for dirty pictures on the Internet, so a, b and c I guess."

"Part c, do you enjoy watching pornography?"

"Yes," she started, "It get's my pussy all wet and horny."

"Question 15, before today have you ever fantasized about:

a) lesbian sex?
b) anal sex?
c) sex with an older man?
d) sex with a school teacher?"

"The first one and third one," Hermoine replied.

Interestingly there was no sniggering, so already the school girls in the hall excepted lesbianism as a natural element of sex. I wondered whether Hermoine's fantasy of wanting to have sex with an older man was a deep seeded fantasy, or had only really been present the past couple of days due to my earlier mind control spells.

"Question 16, what is your wildest sexual fantasy?" I asked.

"To suck a boy off so he cums in my mouth whilst my ass is being taken by another girl wearing a strap-on dildo. It would be so dreamy for me to orgasm having my ass fucked by a girl whilst the boy blows his load," Hermoine said.

I must admit I was impressed at what a girl of only 15, dreams up about her ultimate fantasy. I looked up and it took a good couple of minutes before all the girls had finished writing the sexual fantasy that turned them on the most.

"We now move onto the 'housekeeping' questions, Question 17, do you have a sister at the school, or have a sister starting at the school in the next two years?"

"No."

I noticed a hand go up in the hall, "Yes?" I asked.

"My sister is meant to start next year, so you want me to put that down?"

"Yes," I replied, "any students with a sister due to start in the next two years should write their names, and how pretty you think they are."

"Question 18, do you have, or do you have reason to think that you might have AIDS, HIV, Gonorrhea, Clamidia, genital herpes or any other sexually transmitted disease?"

"No."

"Question 19, do you have any reason to believe you might be pregnant?"

"No."

A few hands went up. I turned to a sexy looking blonde in the third row, "Yes?"

"I let my soon to be ex-boyfriend fuck me a couple of weeks ago, and I still haven't had my period, and it was due two days ago. What should I right down?"

"Just say you're not sure," I replied. The other hands went down, obviously in the same boat.

"And the final question, number 20, are you on the pill?"

"No, because I haven't had sex yet I didn't think I had to."

More writing, I then turned to the teenage school girl.

"Thanks Hermoine, will you girls give her a round of applause for being so open and helpful so you could complete your test."

The gym hall broke out into loud clapping as Hermoine made her way back to her seat.

"Now I want you to pass your tests to the front to me. Now remember, when you leave this hall you won't communicate anything to anyone about this test or anything discussed here today. You will not remember any details, and will think we've been discussing test preparation and study techniques. Obey over. Class dismissed!"

The couple of hundred girls all got up and filtered out, just as the school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Well timed I thought. Now I had to rush over to St Theresa's for their after school staff meeting.

I filed all the test answers from the afternoon's session, before hopping in Miss Highberry's car and leaving the school grounds. I was pleasantly surprised to see that the advanced trees and hedge were all ready in place, with workmen watering them in. It created a brilliant screen so the outside world couldn't see into the school that I was recreating. About fifteen minutes later I'd arrived at St Theresa's and entered the staff room. It had double the teachers that Pareta College had, but that had a lot to do with the fact that it had about 400 students, the biggest girl's Catholic high school in town.

The principal quickly addressed the staff gathering and introduced me. I did my usual thing and they were soon under my direction. With such a large school, there were many teachers, and luckily enough, five good looking ones to help fill the numbers at Pareta College.

Of those I selected and encouraged them to be excited about transferring schools, I was smitten with one woman in particular. Not only did she have a wonderful Mediterranean look, and from some angles looked a little like Marissa Tomai, in my line of questioning I discovered that at the start of the term she'd got back to teaching from maternity leave. I was very surprised at this as she had a mean looking figure and had been obviously working out to get her weight down to more skinnier levels. This gave her the benefit of a thin waist, well shaped hips and butt and one very special bonus - lovely big milk laiden tits. In fact Mrs Falso's blouse was almost fit to burst they way her breasts strained against the meager buttons barely keeping the two sides of the garment together. I'll fill you in about all the details of the St Theresa's Five a little later, other than to say they were nice tidy pieces of work and I wanted them on my new staff. I also organized with the principal and teachers for the Monday to bring each grade to me in St Theresa's school gym hall starting with the grade 9's at 8.30 am to help work out which students would most benefit from the pupil transfer. About an hour later I finished up the staff meeting the usual way - the staff considered the teacher and students transfer to be the best outcome for the girls' education, and I made sure they wouldn't share any of this knowledge until I'd spoken with the parents. 

And so ended Thursday. I made my way back to Pareta College to drop off Miss Highberry's car (and gave her the good news about how I'd found some good teachers at Mt Alma's and St Theresa's to bring some fresh blood to the high school). I then walked back home, content with another day bringing things together just as I'd planned. 




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