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remember what he looks like. But reading that smutty journal did remind me of some of the good times we had."

"In bed?"

"Well, as much as we've shared, the details of that will go to my grave with me. I wouldn't even know how to; I don't even know what to call it . . ."

"Punish? Seduce?" Allison laughed. "I'm sure there are boys that misbehave and need to be punished."

Over the following months, Headmistress Morgana Whitman forgot about her conversation with Nurse Allison Chatman. The journal remained in a drawer on her nightstand.

It happened one day while she was doing her duty as headmistress. Making her rounds, peeking into classrooms, checking to see that everything was in order.

The entrance to classroom 230 was in the back of the room. As she peeked in, there was eighteen-year-old Zach Zellman looking at his phone which was between the pages of an open book, concealed from Ms. Brofmier, his teacher.

The headmistress was standing almost over Mr. Zellman's shoulder. She was shocked by what she saw. Zach Zellman wasn't paying attention to Ms. Brofmier. He was however, paying rapt attention to the porno movie on his phone.

Trying not to disrupt the class, Miss Whitman confiscated the phone, "Mr. Zellman, come to my office after your class," she whispered. The young man turned red.

The headmistress was not technically savvy, but it wasn't difficult to find the video Zach was watching. There were numerous others and similar videos on his phone; all easily accessible.

"What do you have to say for yourself young man?" she asked as the phone sat on her desk, in front of him, the video playing.

There was little he could say in his defense.

"I haven't thought about a suitable punishment. I suggest that you erase this and other similar videos from your phone. I will text you in a day or two to outline your punishment."

Over a couple of gins, she shared what she'd discovered with Nurse Allison Chatman, Friday afternoon. "Morgana, this is perfect."

"What's perfect?"

"This student, what's his name?"

"Zach."

"Yes, Zach. He'll be perfect to revive the tradition in the journal."

"Oh, no, I couldn't. He's a boy."

"He's eighteen-years-old, and if you couldn't. I certainly could. Send him to me for punishment."

"I think I know the punishment you have in mind."

"Remember, I read that journal, too. Now, Zach, have you thought about eating my quim, muff, cunny, pussy?"

"Tasting, not eating, Allison. They didn't use the word eating in those days."

"Okay, Zach, have you thought about tasting my pussy? I wonder what I should wear? No panties, that's for sure," she giggled. "Morgana, send him to me. How about tomorrow morning. My flat, 9 AM? Text him."

Zach Zellman was shy; had never been on a date. His was a habitual masturbator. He watched porn movies all the time. He was perfect for what Nurse Allison Chatman had in mind.

When he arrived at her flat, the nurse was wearing a very revealing blouse and a flared skirt. She had read the journal a number of times. Shopping at a store which sold costumes, she found a pair of lacy knickers. The kind her great-grandmother might have worn. The kind some of those early headmistresses and nurses might have worn.

"Mr. Zellman, Headmistress Whitman asked me to punish you for your transgressions. Do you want to tell me what you were doing?"

"I-I was watching a movie in class."

"What were the actors and actresses doing?"

"I'd rather not say."

"Kneel on the floor." The nurse spread her legs. Through the flimsy material of those old knickers, young Zach could see her dark bush. "Would you like to see more?" she laughed.

"Ummmm. . ."

"Of course, you would. You're a boy." She stood up, lifted her skirt, pulled those knickers off, and sat back down with her legs spread. "Have you ever thought of tasting my pussy?"

"Ummmm . . ."

"It's right there, Zach, just stick your head under my skirt. Years ago, my husband told me how good I tasted. You can find out for yourself."

He hesitated. He wasn't sure what to do. He'd seen movies where the actors ate and ate. He'd like to. "I don't know how." He was embarrassed to say.

"That's okay. Let me help you."

An hour later, Zach's tongue was starting to tire. "You've been a good boy." She patted him on the head. I'm sure the headmistress will be pleased. In fact, I think she might want to punish you like I did."

Headmistress Whitman did not wear knickers, Under her skirt, she wore nothing. Now, that he'd had a taste, he was anxious for more. Unlike Nurse Chatman, the headmistress was grey on top and almost a matching grey down below.

Zach was intrigued. "You don't want to just look at it," the headmistress asked.

No, he didn't. Like Nurse Chatman, Headmistress Whitman's pussy tasted delicious. At least he thought so.

She let him lick her pussy for an hour. "You're doing good, Zach. You know just how to make a woman feel good."

No, he didn't. His education was just beginning.

A week later, he visited Nurse Chatman. "Zach, if you move your tongue just a little higher, you'll find my clitoris. You won't believe what you can do to me if you lick it just right."

Zach followed her instructions. "A little higher; it's like a little button."

He wasn't sure his tongue was in the right spot. Then he knew. "OOOH, YEAH, OOOH YEAH, JUST LIKE THAT. OOOOH YEAH, RIGHT THERE, OOOOOOOH, ZACH. OOOOOOOH, ZACH. OOOOOOOOH MY, OOOOOOOH MY."

Zach Zellman came in his pants as Nurse Allison fucked his face.

It wasn't the first time today. When he took a shower, he masturbated thinking of what he'd be doing later this morning. The Nurse had invited him to her apartment. He was being punished. As he stroked it, he thought almost aloud, "punish me, punish me, punish me."

As he stroked his hard cock, he also thought of Headmistress Whitman, "that's a good boy. Lick my pussy, lick it Zach. Lick it just like that."

Now, his tongue was doing things he didn't understand to Nurse Chatman. Watching porn, he'd seen actresses make noises and act like the nurse was, but they were actresses, who knew what was real and what was fake.

Was Nurse Chatman acting?

He wasn't sure, but when she'd had enough, instead of going back to his room at the Wilkinson School for Young Men, he arrived at Headmistress Morgana Whitman's home, unannounced. His pants had dried.

"Zach, what brings you here?"

"Ma'am, you asked me last week if I wanted to taste your pussy. I-I'd like to taste it again. You tasted delicious."

How could she refuse?

"Well, come on in. You know I wasn't expecting you, but you seem particularly anxious and excited."

"Ma'am, you can't even imagine how I'm looking forward to tasting you."

"Zach, I'm an old lady/ I use the word ‘tasting' but I suspect people your age say Zach, have you been thinking about eating my pussy?"

"Since I left here last week."

The headmistress led him to her bedroom. Instead of lifting her skirt up; she took it off, along with her panties. Lying back on the bed, "Go ahead Zach. This is what you wanted."

It was the first time since her husband's passing that she'd allowed a man to see her naked.

Young Zach, given what he'd learned earlier from Nurse Chatman, did not waste any time. "Let me ask you again, Zach. Have you been thinking of eating my pussy?

He didn't just eat her pussy; his tongue almost immediately found the headmistress' clitoris.

Unlike the nurse's tiny button, Morgana Whitman had a prominent, and quickly engorged clitoris.

Yes, he'd been thinking of eating her pussy.

And the tradition continued.

THE END

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