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 Getting School'ed; Part 1
Tags: M/g, ped, piss, no-sex, petting
Taking the better part of the last 5 years of my life to pass all the
necessary college courses to become a certified teacher, and achieving my
final dream of getting a job as the newest hired 4th Grade teacher at the

local Elementary School, my life was back on the good track.

   During my years at college, taking all one needed to take to become a
licensed educator, plus some basic and slightly advanced Child Psychology,
and Development courses to ensure I was a better teacher than just about
ANY teacher I'd had growing up, I'd also gone through a few rough patches.

   My ex-girlfriend, Janine, who was behind me for so long as I tried to
get my Degree, had left me months before I finally graduated, and had the
job I'd been trying so hard to nab.

   My mother and father, who had been together for 40 years had each taken
really ill around the same time Janine had left, leaving me a high-tensity,
emotionally-wrecked guy, who's only solace had been my brother Theo, and
his family, who I'd been living with throughout college, and was prepared
to payback, once my financial situation matched my employment situation.

   But it was a new beginning, and as I pulled my beaten and broke down
Chevy into the Teachers Parking Lot, I could hear the morning chirps of the
birds, feel the crisp, cool September air, and couldn't wait to get my
first day as the newest teacher underway.

   The Principal--who I'd met weeks earlier for my interview, was a
lovely-looking 40-something woman, named Suze Caplan, and had been
more-than-impressed with all I'd managed to pass in college, saying I was
the perfect man for the vacated 4th Grade position--smiled at me as I
walked in.

   "Ready?" she asked me.

   I paused, a bit nervous, as I'm sure was normal for ANY new hire in any
job, and smiled.  "Yep..."

   "Your class starts at...." she began.
"8:30....I've got it." I chuckled, knowing she was merely testing me.



   Arriving at my classroom, which I'd been in a couple days earlier, and
had decorated it with a few posters, and other "approved" signs, toys, etc.
was freshly cleaned.  The 24 desks and chairs, and a couple larger tables
with chairs behind as well, were all smoothly organized in rows, and I knew
this was the ideally perfect job for me.



   After I'd set up my PC at my desk, and taking the time to familiarize
myself with my student's names, which seemed to passs the time, I heard the
loud BELL dinging.  Looking at the clock, it was 8:00, meaning the school
doors were opening.  I could immediately hear the sounds of the crowd of
students rustling down the hallways, and with my door open I saw a few of
my own flock enter the classroom, and give me a friendly smile.

   One by one I watched, and smiled as each student entered.

   Then I saw something that caught my eye, and made me smile even wider.

   A student.  A girl, around 10, with the cutest little smile.  Brown
eyes, light brown hair, and a few freckles on her cheeks.

   She had to the be the most beautiful girl...woman, female, the fairer
sex...I'd ever seen.  And even though there had never been any more than a
simple smile, and admiration towards young girls, or any kids I'd ever
casually seen---SHE was hard not to stare at.

   Walking into the class, and over to a desk, which she randomly picked, I
tried not to stare too intently, still noticing more of my students walking
in, and getting the occasional "Hi" or "Hello"--but I couldn't help myself.

   Realizing, quickly, I needed to introduce myself to the class, as well
as the cute brown-haired girl, I stood up, and walked to the chalkboard.

   "Hi, I'm Mr.  Nathan..." I began, as I wrote my name on the board,
looking at the nearly-all-taken desks, then saw a few more students walk
in, and saw my class was now full.  My eager young pupils ready to begin
their 4th grade years, and see who this NEW teacher was.

   In unison, and in a sorta surprise moment, several of the kids said "HI,
MR.  NATHAN"--then giggled a bit, knowing I had no clue they would do that.

   "It's what we're supposed to do with our new teachers..." I heard a
girl's voice say, then spotted the speaker--it was her, the cutest, most
beautiful girl I'd ever seen.

   "Hi Class...and I guess we could get started a bit early, if you don't
mind..." I started, about to begin my first bit of instructing.

   "Mr.  Nathan..." another student began, raising his hand.

   "Yes...what is it...?" I asked.

   "Shouldn't we make name tags?" he asked.

   "Of course...do you all have paper?  And something to write and draw
with?" I asked, knowing the required school supplies most children would
have brought, but knowing I had a fully-stocked cupboard.

   Most students nodded, and fished into their backpacks, and immediately
took to their creative processes.  A few raised their hands, including the
object of my eye--which wasn't anything more than a serious admiration for
the incredibly beautiful girl.

   "You guys need stuff?" I asked, then waved them to follow me to the
supply cupboard, which I unlocked, and opened.  "Feel free to take what you
need..." I smiled, seeing the 4 or 5 kids taking anything they'd need for a
name tag.  Then I saw her again, the last in line, and smiled at her wider.

   "Hi, I'm Anna..." she smiled, as she took a box of crayons, and some
paper, then felt a need to hug her new teacher, and lightly wrapped her
arms around me, making me feel even more welcome, as well as a sudden
feeling of affection towards her.  Anna.

   Time seemed to fly by for the next couple hours, after each student made
their name tags to put on their desks with some masking tape, and as I
began to teach them the first lesson plan for the year on State History.

   Before I knew it, and while in mid-sentence discussing Lewis and Clark a
bit, the bell rang.  Looking up at the clock, I knew it was time for the
kids to go to Gym Class, and had them drop their work and line up by the
door.

   Grabbing the Attendance sheet, and calling each by name, I got several
"here"s, and "present"s, before I saw Anna's name: Anna White, and got a
pleasant smile, and a "yep" from the wonderful girl, as I walked back and
forth, and didn't even plan on what happened, as I looked up from the roll
call, and found myself staring at her cute, perfect, and immediately
beautiful little butt.

   My thoughts have never been of THAT nature--you know what I mean--my
attraction had always been to older women.  I'm not saying that high school
girls, and teenagers weren't incredibly sexy--but always just a passing
glimpse at perfectly perky girls, and tight-fitting jeans.  NEVER had I
thought of a girl, so young, so innocent...yet as I felt as if time itself
was slowing to give me as long a look, a stare, at Anna's little
jean-covered-tightly butt...I became more aware that her beauty didn't just
beam from her face.  But her, well, BUTT as well.



   Coming back to reality, I walked back to the door, and led the class
out, in line, down the hall to the Gymnasium/Cafeteria, where the Gym
Teacher, your stereotypical older guy, looking somewhere between a Drill
Instructor, and your typical Granddad, was waiting, smiling as he waved to
each student, who he'd known from the past few years.

   "I'm Phil Houston..." the Gym Teacher smiled as he walked over and
extended his hand, "...you must me the new 4th Grade." he added, obviously
glad to meet his new fellow teacher.

   "Name's Steve..." I replied, shaking hands, and looking at my students
who were broken down into smaller groups, and now playing with red rubber
balls.

   Phil noticed my watching eyes, and looked at the groups, "...warmups, we
usually play dodge ball." he explained.  "You care to help "officiate"?" he
asked me.

   I nearly nodded YES, but realized, as I found myself staring at Anna's
little perfect ass, that I was feeling a bulge growing in my
boxers--luckily it parallel to my leg, and not poking a tent.  "I actually
got a few things to plan for the rest of the day...Gym's over at 11:30,
right?" I asked back.

   "Yep..." Phil began, but instantly caught a misbehaving student, one of
the other girls in my class, named Reesa, who'd done something to cause
another to cry.  His whistle blew loudly, and he ran over, followed by me
as we saw a weeping girl, red-faced, and sobbing.

   "Reesa..." I said, sternly as I looked to see it was Anna who was
crying, and holding her shoulder as Phil bent down, and could see a large
bruise on the soft skin of the perfect female form.  She'd been hit HARD by
a rubber ball, and Reesa, who we both knew had been the culprit, looked
like she wasn't at all sad, but looked angry.  "What happened here?" I
asked the not-as-cute black haired girl.

   "She hit Anna..." another student, Wesley, explained, as most of the
kids had resumed playing, knowing Reesa would have to go to the Principal's
Office.

   "Why'd you hit her?" I asked Reesa again.

   "She was talking too much about her new Little Pony..." Reesa, obviously
jealous of Anna's toy "MY LITTLE PONY" toy, which I'd seen in Anna's
backpack hours earlier as she'd got it out to show a group of her friends.

   "You didn't need to hit her..." I told Reesa, then stood back up, and
took her hand.  "You know you only need to tell someone to "be quiet" if
you're upset....right?" I asked her, trying a bit of my Child Psychology on
the still maturing mind of a 4th grader.

   Reesa nodded, "Do I have to go to Mrs.  Caplan's office?" she asked
back, worried of any detention, or referral.

   I paused, knowing it was only my first day, first few hours in fact, and
didn't want to get a "Bad Rep" out of the box, so I shook my head. 
"No...but you need to apologize to Anna, and to remember that if there's
another problem, tell ME, or another teacher if I'm not around..." I
explained, feeling that I'd resolved the issue, and even caught a glimpse
of a smile on Phil's face as I walked over to Anna, who was standing up,
and getting a hug from another, nearly-as-cute redheaded Jilly, who(as I
couldn't avert my eyes) had an ass just as tight as Anna's, making my bulge
grow a bit, once renewed, and making me wish, JUST ONCE, there was more to
see.

   Instead of returning to the class, to do what I KNEW I needed to do for
the remaining lesson plan, I decided to stay, and help referee the dodge
ball game, and then took part in a bit of a "Dance Time" which was the
"FUN" part of the day's P.E.  Class.

   Watching from the bleachers, along with a few of the students who were
quickly tired, I found myself staring at Anna from across the gym, and
every now and then she'd jump, baring a bit of her mid section, showing off
her taught belly, or she'd bend and I'd get a nice tighter-ass shot.

   Around an hour or so later, after Gym had ended, and we'd had a few
minutes to rest in the classroom, the Lunch Bell rang, and before I could
even say a word, the students left to the cafeteria, which I guess was
procedure.

   All except Anna, who was sitting quietly in her desk, reading a library
book--which I noticed was one of the HARRY POTTER's, which I'd read several
times myself, and knew I now had a point-of-conversation to start off with.

   "Year 3, huh?" I asked, walking over, getting her attention as she
looked up, her beautiful brown eyes looking right into mine, and a small
smile forming.

   "Uh-huh...I love Hagrid." she smiled again, as I squatted down to her
level, and noticed the large bruise still visible on her arm.

   "Your arm okay?" I asked.

   She hesitated to answer, but nodded.  "I'm not really hungry...can I
stay here and read?" she asked back.

   "Of course...I'm just gonna do some stuff for later today..." I smiled,
as I held back from giving her what was mostly a platonic teacher-student
hug, or maybe kind rub on the back, but knew things had changed in the last
few decades--not wanting to overextend my kindness--and certainly not
wanting to increase the mental battle I was undertaking....cause I REALLY
wanted to touch her.

   Shaking off my growing impure thoughts, I walked over to my desk, sat
down, and tried to get some work done.

   Time ticked away slowly, I knew Lunch led to Recess, and class wouldn't
resume till just after 1 pm--giving me over half an hour alone with Anna.

   But as I worked on the remainder of the day's schedule, leading up to
dismissal at 2:45, I couldn't help but look over at Anna, who was
completely sucked-into reading as I could see her smirk and smile at the
amusing parts in the Novel.  Then see a few worried looks as I knew the
scarier parts in the 3rd Year were bound to make her worry.

   Suddenly she put the book down, and looked over at me.  "Mr.  Nathan..."
I heard her begin.

   "Huh?" I asked, as I walked over.

   "I don't like this part..." she added, as she showed me the page.

   "Yeah...I didn't either...but you know Harry gets through it, right?" I
asked, assuming she'd knew more about the basics of the series.

   She nodded, "...still..." then she paused, and I could hear a strange
sound coming from nearby.  I saw her face blush, embarrassed suddenly, then
realized by a quick worried look--PLUS the sudden smell of something--Anna
was pissing her pants.  THEN she lost it, and broke down.

   "Hey....hey...." I began, knowing what it was like for a kid to piss
themselves, both from learning ALL about such in College, and from my own
experiences as a bed-wetter as a kid.

   "I...I peed myself..." she wept softly, then stood up from the desk, and
saw the puddle of piss on her seat, and floor below.

   "It's okay..." I said, trying to calm her, then saw her wetted pants,
her crotch soaked, and one leg mostly wet as well.  "It was just an
accident..." I explained, as I had to think quickly about cleaning up the
piss, and calming Anna down.

   "I didn't mean to...." she wept.

   "I know..." I smiled, as I stood up, grabbed a roll of paper towels, and
the generic "cleaner" and began to clean the mess on the floor and chair
first.  I tossed the towels in the trash, then had to come up with an idea
to clean Anna up.  I knew she didn't have any back-up clothes, but also
knew if anyone caught wind(pun intended) of her "accident", it'd be an even
worst FIRST day of school for her than myself.

   "What..what do I do?  I don't have any other pants or undies..." she
explained, still frantic.

   "Calm down...please...it's not the end of the world..."(my brain began
to think), "...lemme take you to the bathroom, okay, so you can at least
get cleaned up..." I explained, as I took her by the hand, and felt her
squeezing my hand tight.



   We walked into the Girl's room, which I didn't even hesitate about, and
I led her into an open stall.  My nerves began to swell, as a grown man IN
a bathroom with a little girl was bounds for immediate dismissal--as well
as PRISON--but knew Anna needed someone she could feel she could trust.

   "I wish I had an invisibility cloak..." Anna smirked, showing a little
smile, despite her wet clothes.  I chuckled, then thought of the right
thing to do.  Immediately I wanted to go to Suze's office, and ask if she
could help, but I also wanted to not only gain more trust from this
beautiful child, with the eyes of a Goddess, and possibly see more of her
wonder.  "Do I..." she began, noticing it was just the two of us in the
open stall, and realizing a bit of awkwardness.

   "I'll tell Mrs.  Caplan, and she can call your Mom or Dad for some clean
clothes..." I began to explain.

   "My Mommy's at work though..." she started, then I could see a glimmer
of sadness returning, and put another piece of the puzzle together.

   "Your Dad?" I asked, getting her sad brown eyes looking back at me, and
knowing she didn't have a father--for a reason I wasn't about to go into.
"Well..." I sighed.

   "Can I just take these off?  Cause they're stinky..." she asked, as she
showed no real modesty, and unbuttoned her pissed jeans, giving me just the
top of her panties, before I showed some of my own restraint and turned
around.

   "I'll go ask Mrs.  Caplan..." I began but felt a small hand on my own,
and turned around to see Anna, standing there with her jeans around her
shoe-covered feet.  Her soaked panties, a cute little blue pair, with a
rose on the waist line, and I saw her smile returning.  "Anna..."

   "It can be our secret...like the Marauders Map..." she added, giggling,
as she slipped out of her jeans, and I could feel a bit of tension
building. "....Do you think I'm pretty?" I heard her suddenly ask, taking
me by some surprise--but knowing full well that most girls around the 7-10
year range start developing crushes on older men, usually one in an
authority position, which was one of the interest-piquing points of
becoming a teacher as I now realized.

   I knew she was more than merely pretty, and wanted to test out just how
much premature affection Anna could show, curious, and almost willing to
begin a little "experiment", or "field research" on the subject---"You're
wonderful, pretty, and the cutest..." I smiled, without any hesitation, and
knowing she'd get another thrill.

   "Really?" she asked, as she stood up a bit, and kissed me on the cheek,
feeling her soft lips on my facae made me want to embrace her, and go
another level--but I smiled simply, and placed a kind hand on her arm.

   "Really...." I paused, and could feel a few drops of precum flowing down
my leg, hoping my bulge wasn't any bigger.  "...you can stay here, I'll go
talk to the Principal..." I remembered my original intention, but as I
looked at her eyes(not to mention her panties), I felt it hard to leave.

   Once again I turned around to leave the open stall, and walked out of
the Girl's room, to suddenly hear the LOUD End-of-Recess bell buzzing over
the P.A, and could hear the stampede of students running into the school.

   Arriving a few minutes later in Suze's office, to see her on the phone,
I motioned to her with a wave, and sat in a chair facing her.  Seconds
later she hung up, taking notice of me, and smiling.  "Hey...shouldn't you
be back in class?" she lightly chuckled.

   "One of my students had an accident, and needs a change of clothes..." I
began, instantly picturing Anna's wonderfully cute pair of soaked panties,
and could feel my erection returning.

   "Which student?" she asked back.

   "Anna White, she spent lunch in my class reading a book, and we got to
talking--then she accidently pissed her pants...I took her to the Girl's
room and told her I was gonna ask if you could call her parents to bring a
change..." I started to explain, then saw the look on Suze's face.  One of
some shock.

   "If this was a couple of decades ago, I wouldn't be concerned---and I
don't mean to sound overly authoritative, but a MALE teacher going into the
Girl's room isn't something I'd condone..." she began, reminding me clearly
of the change in policy since my own school days--what with the Internet,
Perverts, Pedo's and the like--plus countless claims of abuse in schools of
all ages and grades.

   "I getcha...and I did numerous research on THOSE kind of things, but
she'd started crying, and I try to get on the GOOD side of kids, knowing
how far a positive relationship--student-teacher--can go.  Especially on
day one." I replied, clarifying I knew probably more than a woman who'd
been an educator for a couple of decades.

   She nodded, and smiled.  "...Well, glad we understand each other.  I'll
call Anna's mother, and see if she can bring a change for her.  IS she
still in the Girl's room?" she asked.

   "Yeah..." I began, noticing the time, "...I'll get back to my
class...don't wanna let the rest of the day go to pot..." nodded, stood up,
and left the office.

   Getting back, via running quickly down the hall, I arrived in my class,
and noticed the students were actually behaving themselves well.  Most of
them were quietly coloring on paper, reading a library book, or chatting
with friends.

   "Well..." I began abruptly, getting their instant attention, then saw an
arm shoot up.

   "Mr.  Nathan...where's Anna?" one of the boys, Joey, asked.

   "She's in the nurses office..." I kindly replied, lying a bit, but
getting Joey to nod in acceptance.  "...Now...who wants to learn more about
multiplication?" I asked, getting a few happy subdued cheers, as well as a
few moans.

   After teaching for nearly an hour, all on Time Tables of double-digit
numbers, I decided to let the kids have the rest of the day for more free
time.  I hadn't really gotten much of a lesson plan put together, what with
Anna filling my head, but was sure to plan for the rest of the next couple
weeks after I got home.

   "Mr.  Nathan..." Reesa started, walking over to my desk.

   "Reesa?  What is it?" I asked with a smile, seeing a sad look on the
face of the same girl who'd seemed to not have a care in the world hours
earlier.

   "Is Anna okay?" she asked, showing real concern for her friend.

   "She's fine...she just had an upset stomach...her Mom's coming to get
her..." I replied, with a bit of an embellishment, then saw Reesa's added
sadness spread on her face.  "She'll be fine..." I reassured her, getting a
smile back, and watched as she walked back to her desk, and quietly
returned to chatting with a couple others.

   Time seemed to fly for the short remainder of the day, and the Final
Bell buzzed, ending the day, and I was shocked to see just how quick my
class cleared out.

   A couple students lagged behind, including Reesa and Jilly, who were
linking arms in a cute way, giving me another flash of impure thoughts
which I didn't mind in the least, and both smiled as they walked towards my
desk.

   "Mr.  Nathan..." Jilly began, her soft red hair flowing over the sides
of her face, blue eyes looking at me, "...I think someone here has a crush
on you..." she coyly smiled, with a tease of her hair.  Then both girls
blushed a little.

   "Oh really?" I asked, chuckling a little, and having a few added
thoughts about several of the girls in class.  "Who?" I asked, expecting
nothing back.

   "You tell him..." Reesa smiled, then giggled.

   "No...you..." Jilly giggled back, poking Reesa's chest.

   "Girls..." I smiled, trying to be serious.

   "She's not here now...she's already gone..." Reesa finally replied.

   I pondered, pondering the thought of a 4th grade girl having a crush on
me, and knowing childhood infatuation was more than something "childish" or
"playful" as most might think.  "Will she be here tomorrow?" I asked the
pair.

   "...Maybe..." Jilly laughed, as the girls left the class, grabbing their
backpacks on the way out.

   Walking between the desks a few minutes later, picking up stray pieces
of paper, crayons, and so on, I saw a folded up piece of notebook paper
under the desk where Jilly sat, and saw it was a passed note, on it was "To
Jilly"

   Opening it up, I read it to myself.  It was a note between Jilly and
another girl, Anna:

   "Do you like Mr.  N?  --A"

   "Sorta --J"

   "I think I'll stay at recess --A"

   "Why?  --J"

   "So I can play a game --A"

   "Like last year?  --J"

   "Yep and see if he wants to --A"

   "I bet he won't --J"

   "If he does you owe me K?  --A"

   "IF and tell me, K?  --J"

   Now it was clear.  Was what Anna had done "Accidently" an accident at
all?

   The End of Part 1