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PANTYTRAINED TEACHER!
A FEMRULE story
TJ Ryder
Even after the Femrule party swept the province Harold Penniwell
still applied for a local teacher's job. Mainly because teaching jobs were
scarce for a newly minted education degree and Harold couldn't conceive
of ever running afoul of even the most radical feminist pc rules.
He'd taken the mandatory diversity training that weeded out the macho
jock types, he wasn't pushy or had ever been accused of macho behavior.
Of average size, Harold looked in the mirror of his rented room before
reporting in for his first day at Jefferson Jr. College. Conservative clothes,
short haircut, he was 31 yrs old, having decided to switch careers to go
into teaching. His chosen field was library science, but at Jefferson he
would also fill in as a guidance counselor.
Reporting in to the principal's office he was impressed by the
surroundings, nice new facility, beautiful sunny early autumn day, and he
dutifully took a seat on a wooden bench while waiting for the principal's
secretary to ring him in. Now the secretary was worth looking at.
Late thirties, stacked, showing cleavage which he thought unusualy bold,
but he saw many women in Arden wearing scandalous
teasing outfits, which was puzzling for the militant feminist
types he saw back home. Finally she announced he could enter,
and a smiling nervous appearing middle aged male rose from his
walnut desk to shake his hand.
"Good day, sir," he said, and Harold noticed his handshake
was a little limp.
"Hello, sir," he replied, "very happy to be here. I was surprised
I got the job in fact."
"Yes, well, um, take a seat. Please sit down. There's not a
lot to say. Maintain the library and do the usual course
reassignments, listen to students complaining etc."
"Uh, yes. You mean you didn't have a counselor or librarian
until a few weeks ago?"
"Oh, you mean the faculty your'e replacing? Ah, well, they
didn't work out. Had to replace them. I looked at your record,
no hint of any problems at all, and the PTA feminist committee
approved you."
He was surprised at that. "You mean the PTA has a say in
faculty hires?"
The principal smiled a little ruefully. "Well, actually, politically
this province is kind of bleeding edge now. Since the feminist
coalition took a majority position, they have quite a bit of say.
But I'm sure you won't have a problem. You have all the right
stamps, diversity training etc. Just be careful around some of the
daughters of PTA members who are, shall we say, a little radical."
"Um, is that what happened to my predecessors?"
Harold had to ask the question, and regretted it instantly at the
pained look from the principal..
"Well, in a way."
Harold didn't learn much more, and fell into the familiar
work, cataloguing books, fixing schedule conflicts. There was
another male teacher who came by and they took to doing coffee
breaks together. A math teacher about his age who also coached
softball.
He was hoping he could shed some light. He hadn't noticed a
lot of difference in the school or society. A couple of students, very
pretty girls, had come to his office for some college test results that
gave him pause. They were wearing very high skirts and showing
way too much cleavage, and he couldn't help gaping at them as they
crossed their shapely legs. They seemed to enjoy his looks.
Harold wasn't too experienced with women, and had been hoping for
an opportunity to meet the right girl in this town, but these young
lush bodies were right out of a night fantasy. He wanted to say
something about their appearance, but he could tell they knew
he enjoyed seeing them, and felt like a hypocrite. At one point he
swore they knew he had a hardon he was concealing and
tricked him into showing it. He was sitting down besides them
handing some papers and the luscious blonde accidentally
dropped them. So, being polite as he noticed they didn't move,
he sighed, and took a folder to sort of hold in front of his stretched
crotch.
It almost worked, but when he handed it to a sitting girl,
the sort of accidentally took the cover he was using, and he had
been gazing down at her incredible cleavage, and, he blushed to
think of it, he was super stiff and swollen, and both beauties
definitely smirked and noticed. They finally giggled and walked
out, smiling at him in an odd way.x
Meeting Lloyd the other male teacher at a local bar following a
game, he had a couple of drinks and was looking at some of the
attractive waitresses and brought the incidentup, not telling him
all the details, but telling him as he would any guy, about gorgeous
female bodies on display.
"Those girls are super babes anywhere." Lloyd said,
staring at a swaying bottom.
Lloyd chuckled. He was single but apparently had
something steady. "Yup," he said, " no shortage of pretty women
around here, if you can pay the toll that is."
"Still," he cleared his throat and continued, "I had two
students in my office today that made them look sick. I was surprised
the principal allows them to dress like they were."
Lloyd laughed at that. "Old George isn't likely to do much
about that. I think he was the first guy in the school to be
pantytrained. Of course, knowing George's wife," he added with
a grin, "it probably wasn't a very big change for him."
Harold paused in his drink, wondering if he heard him
correctly. He wondered how drunk Lloyd could have gotten
on two light beers.
"Ah yes, " he said, buying time, "'pantytrained', of course."
"I mean you don't have to be, yet. But jeez, those women
get any more power in Parliament who knows what will happen?"
Harold couldn't devise a way to approach the subject again, and
wondered about it all that evening, the phrase seemed to
strike a chord, as if he had heard it before.
A few days later, a freshman boy came into his office
accompanied by his mother. He was a slim looking young man,
and his young mother was vibrant and attractive and very assertive
with him. When he opened the door to his office where he
conducted his guidance counseling and showed them seats
in the small room, he was rather taken back when she had
motioned to a chair and ordered him to sit down, which he did,
blushing a little.
"Um, hello, Mrs um, Grant, and Matthew? I'm rather new
here myself. I understand this is a scheduling request?"
She smiled, "yes, I've enrolled my son Matthew here and I
would like to see him get off to a good start."
"Oh, well of course. I see, um, he has the usual set of
courses."
"Yes, but," she smiled, "he's not taking any feminist
courses. And the lady at the PTA told me he should be doing
that."
Harold arched an eyebrow at that. There were
lots of what he thought were radical feminist courses
offered, but he kind of figured only women would take them.
"Well Mrs Grant, um, I don't know who you spoke to, but
he is taking the usual freshman course load."
"I see, you mean he can't take feminist electives?"
"Well, I suppose." Looking at the young man, he smiled,
"um, Matthew, is there a particular course you want to add
to your schedule."
He seemed surprised, looked at his mother, and stammered,
"um, whatever mom, um, my mother wants is fine, sir."
Mrs. Grant beamed rather smugly at that, and said he could
go on to class, she could deal with setting up his schedule.
He obediently rose and said 'yes, ma'am," and left.
His mother smiled as the door closed, "you see,
I raised him very well."
Harold was rather stunned, and only nodded, trying a
weak smile.
After some haggling, he added two radical feminist courses
to Matthew's schedule, and the attractive young mother seemed
satisfied and stood up.
"Well, thank you for coming in, Mrs. Grant." He helped
her on with her coat, unable to keep from looking down her ripe
cleavage.
"I enjoyed visiting. And be sure to let me know if Matthew
shows the slightest behavior problem, although I really doubt
that would happen. All my boys are thoroughly pantytrained
and sissyfied early.. Very common in Arden Heights, you know."
"Um, ah, yes! Ah, no I didn't know that."
"But, in case he does something wrong, here's my card and
home number, oh and this is his sister Pamels's number too.
It might be more convenient to call her during the day because
she's right down the street. She's a senior at Washington High.
In fact she's done much of his training this past year so you can tell
her anything at all, she'll handle him very nicely, and"(smile)
"she just loves doing it."
"Uh, yes, that's very nice."
Pausing at the door, "you know, the truth is I had doubts about
a male counselor, Mr. Penniwell, after the last one, but I am going
to tell the principal I approve of his replacement choice.
"Thank you," he stammered as she swished out. Obviously their
family life was rather odd, but the use of pantytrained and sissified
puzzled him. Again the same expression and from someone outside
the school. Maybe it was a local in joke but he had reservations.
"Oh, hello, Harold," Harold paused in the hallway the next day,
and turned around. It was the principal.
"Yes, Mr. Wallings, I was just on my way to fifth period."
"Ah, yes, um, could I speak to you in my office for a moment,
please?"
Harold was jostled by the hallway full of teens, and shrugged,
and followed the little man into his room.
"Um, is something the matter, sir?"
George sat behind his desk, looking diffidently at some papers.
"Well, um, perhaps, I mean, that is, it could be. You see with a case
of sex harassment involving a male teacher, you know, I do my very
best to stand behind my staff."
His jaw dropped. "Sex harassment, me?"
"Um, no formal charge, nothing like that, at least not yet.
And I have pointed out that you are new here, and to this province."
"But, but, who, what was it about? Can you tell me that?"
"Well, a very unfortunate choice of potential victims.
Daughter of a powerful PTA committee member and all. Ms Sheila
Pullings' youngest daughter since you might as well know."
His mind raced, Pullings. "Her daughter is Stephanie? I have
her in 6th period. She's only come to my office a few times for
college information."
"Yes, I understand that, Harold. Can you tell me anything, was
there anything you should tell me about those meetings? I'm only
trying to help you."
He was flabbergasted, "Stephanie Pullings, I can't believe it.
I was always polite and I thought professiona. Well.... The only
thing, I mean I didn't want to get the girl in trouble and I thought...
well her blouse was way too low cut, almost scandalous in fact,
but I was new here and I didn't know but what..."
George looked up at that. "Yes, did you say something to her?
This is very important."
"Well, no, I didn't. I wanted to but felt..." the fact is he felt
it was the principal's job. He wasn't encouraged by the principal's
distressed look.
"Yes, well, pity, if you had I could have made some excuse
you know."
"Um, excuse me, sir, but excuse for what? What did she say
I did?"
"Oh, voyeuristic sex assault. Not a felony, not on the first
offence, but if charged and convicted, very damaging indeed."
"I don't understand."
"Certainly, well, my hands are tied now, I'm sure you
understand. The best, the only way to handle this is simply to
accept whatever discipline the committee agrees on. If you say
you'll accept it up front, there won't be any charges, and no
mention in your record. It's really the best way at this point."
He was about to say something more, when he got a call, and
picking it up, realized Harold was still standing there.
"Um, well, Ms Rachit will instruct you on what to do."
Feeling dismissed, he was also grateful it seemed to be
handled, but got a rather smug smile from Ms Rachit in the outer
office on his way back to class. He also got a smile from
Stephanie in the hallway. 'Oh boy,' he thought, 'maybe I should
bounce this by Lloyd,' and told him he wanted to buy him a
drink after class.
At the Sidewell Taproom at 5pm Harold was relieved when
Lloyd came in, putting his baseball glove down on the bar.
"A light draft, Ben," he said, and smiling at Harold, "what's
up, bud? You mismarked some books in the library or something?
Wrong dewey decimal numbers?"
"Well, I had George call me into his office today."
"Hmmmm, and?"
"What does 'voyeuristic sex assault' mean to you?"
Harold tried to make it a joke and laughed lightly, but stopped
at Lloyd's pained expression.
"Um, Is it serious?"
"Who was the girl?"
"Um, well the girl who reported it was Stephanie Pullings."
Lloyd shook his head and took a healthy drink, "keeps on getting
worse, doesn't it? Well, what it is. This law they have now.
All it takes is a female to report being visually assaulted,
being stared at or something like that, and she can
make that charge. But it takes a witness though. That's the only thing."
"Um, there was another girl with her most of the time.
Tiffanny Rogers."
Lloyd winced. "She's the witness. So what did Georgie
do, pass you over to bitch Rachit?" He nodded, deciding to take
a healthy drink himself. So far this was not encouraging.
"George said I'd be contacted. What is this, some more pc
diversity training stuff I'llhave to take? Iv'e taken enough
sensitivity training classes to float a boat."
Lloyd laughed, "you wish. Your'e headed for pantytraining,
boy. Make no mistake.But it has its good side. Be a lot easier to
get dates with the pretty girls in this town afterwards, I found
that out."
He gaped at Lloyd to see if he was serious. "Is this some
sex training kind of thing?"
"Could call it that. There's no secret that feminists want all
males in authority positions around kids to be extra politically
correct. I'm surprised you haven't heard the expression
pantytraining before though. I had a girl the other day say I
couldn't even buy her a drink if I hadn't been. Sheesh, you really
have to watch what you say nowadays."
"Gosh, you know, maybe I should just leave, go to another
province."
"Bad move, boy. You'll have an outstanding warrant, plus
give up your career. Naw, best to just get it over with, and then if
you transfer out, no harm done. And besides, my girlfriend has a
roommate who just loves sissies." Harold realized after a pause
Lloyd wasn't trying to kid him and was just being helpful. It was
true that he really only noticed women, but even so a lot of the
boys he'd met since coming here were kind of, well, weak.
Seems the weaker and more sissified the males were,
the more voluptuous and sensual the women were around
them.
"So, what's going to happen next? I'm on hold for whatever
Ms Rachit puts on my schedule?"
"Yup, having another drink? Yeah, that's about right.
Actually as much as I think she's a total bitch, I wouldn't mind her
pantytraining me, truth be told. She has some body on her but I
think she's a little too dykeish for a relationship, you know
what I mean?"
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