When you're an assistant principal at a high school, your main job is to be the ass-kicker. You get stuck dealing out the punishment to problem students and troublemakers. You try to straighten them out while they're still in never-never land, so when they get into the real world they don't get their asses kicked in a permanent way.
And once in a while, one of those troublemakers prove they can straighten you out, too.
Rural high schools can be a challenge. You're dealing with a lot of students with less than stellar home lives, which occasionally leads to less than stellar behavior and less than stellar grades. Sometimes the less than stellar behavior and grades comes from really bright kids who are bored out of their minds and liven things up to break the monotony.
It was the Saturday after the last day of school. I was dealing with ten little smart-asses that figured they could get away with things during that final week. Not so much, since they had to come back to school eventually. Picking up trash all over school property in the hot summer sun is an antidote for kids acting like assholes to their teachers. The problem was, there was supposed to be an eleventh smart little smart ass to deal with, the toughest kind of all. We're talking a senior who had passed and walked in graduation, but who wasn't given the diploma until they worked off their stupidity. If the paper doesn't matter to them, you have no real hold on 'em.
The difference was that this student was someone who actually had potential to move on to college and make something of herself. Her name was Katherine House, shortened to Kat, which of course meant all kinds of grief. She and her mom had moved into the district right before her senior year, winding up in a rural trailer. Mom had had marriage issues -- multiple marriages with multiple issues -- and wound up in my little corner of the world.
Oh, joy.
Kat was 18 and cocky and figured that she had the world by the tail. She acted up as you can imagine, but got away with an awful lot of it because, quite frankly, she was a little fox who wasn't above wiggling her ass around and playing it up to get out of trouble. That and good grades got her a pass from almost all of the teachers.
Not from me, it didn't. At least, mostly it didn't.
But her last week of school proved to be the last straw. She was caught vandalizing school property. Yeah, the teacher whose room she trashed was a real bitch that even I couldn't stand, but there are limits. That had her on trash patrol the Saturday morning after graduation, instead of hanging out with her friends or one of her boyfriends or whatever.
Then she pulled the no show. I was already cranky. Coming in at 9 am on a Saturday really doesn't make my heart glad, and to have one of my wayward charges complicate my day put me in an even worse mood. At least I was able to wear a t-shirt and shorts since it wasn't a school day.
I had just gotten rid of the ten little twerps that ruined my first summer Saturday when she finally came charging up in her POS Camaro. Yeah, a ten-year- old, beat up Camaro, Trailer Park Car of the Year. Lovely.
Of course, she was a showstopper getting out of the car. All 5-foot-1 of her, big tits, ripe ass, nice legs, everything that drives guys nuts. Well, she was driving me nuts. I just wanted to get the hell out of there and go home and take a couple of weeks off and get away from all the teenage nightmares for a little while.
"I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Spears," she said. "My alarm clock didn't go off. But I'm here now."
I didn't believe her, of course. She had the look that said I've-been-out-all-night-partying. I really didn't want to cut her any slack, but on the other hand, once she had that diploma, she wouldn't be my problem anymore. Fine, it was time to take one for the team.
When I got a closer look, I realized why she had that partied-all-night look. She was wearing a tight t-shirt that said "I'll be using these to my advantage" and neglected to put on a bra. And with her big tits, it was definitely to her advantage. She must have figured that, combined with the boy shorts she was wearing, she was going to get away with it one last time.
Au contraire, little vixen. She wasn't going to get off that easily. I was going to make sure of that. After all, if she was going to taunt me and flaunt it, I was going to make her sweat a little bit. "That's okay Kat," I said calmly. There's all morning to take care of things so you can work off your punishment."
Her face fell just a little bit. Not a lot, but enough to know that she was hoping I'd just say the hell with it and let her go. Nice try. "What do I have to do Mr. Spears?"
"Let's go into the building and get the trash bags. You're going to do what you would have done if you'd been here on time, and that's pick up trash around the school grounds."
She didn't look thrilled, that's for sure. She shrugged, said "Okay," and we headed in to pick up the garbage bags. It was impossible not to notice her tits jiggling when she shrugged, but I did my best not to let my face betray the fact that I'd noticed. As if it was possible NOT to notice.
The crew that had been there early in the day had done a good job. It wasn't like they were enthusiastic about it, but with ten of 'em picking up all the crap that was lying around, they did a pretty good job. Because of that, we had to head to the very back of the school grounds, which bordered on about 15 acres of undeveloped woods. It was a good quarter-mile hike, and with the temperatures in the 90's, both of us were sweating a little bit even though we were dressed for the weather.
At the edge of the woods there was still some trash to be picked up, blown there by the wind. She got to work, walking around, stooping over, and putting the junk into the plastic bag. I enjoyed watching her, that's for sure. Her tits bobbed up and down, and when she bent over, her ass practically begged to be grabbed. The shorts were so tight that there was a hint of camel toe in the crotch. It was, shall I say, a stimulating sight.
