Dss: 01. First Exposure

I published my first collection of Double Standard School stories in 2015. Since then, there have been many more, from 'Double Standard School: Stories 1-10' to 'Double Standard School: Stories 121-130.' Two novels also followed: 'Learning Curves' and 'The Gargarean Group.' The following story is a brand-new glimpse into the naughty shenanigans of the dominant women against the submissive boys of the Dahlia Sampson School, known by the students as the Double Standard School.

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Double Standard School: 1. First Exposure

DSS Student Cast:

Beth (Jan Brady): An 18-year-old DSS freshman, 5' 2" tall, slender but curvy, long blonde hair, blue eyes

Daniel: An 18-year-old DSS freshman, 5' 6" tall, slender and athletic, short, dark-blonde hair, blue eyes

Lolani (Aloha Girl): A 22-year-old DSS senior, 5' 5" tall, slim body and small breasts, long, luxurious black hair, black eyes

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During the summer of 1975, after he graduated from high school, eighteen-year-old Daniel struggled to find a college that would accept him. No one seemed interested in a student from a small-town high school who'd only earned average grades and couldn't afford much tuition. His mother was a long-time widow, his father having died in a military training accident in 1958.

His alternative family ended up solving his problem: Judy Heatherton and her daughter had lived next door to Daniel for his entire life. Mrs. Heatherton often served as his babysitter when he was little, and her nineteen-year-old daughter, Julie, was his surrogate sister growing up.

One late-summer day, Julie learned of an unexpected vacancy at the prestigious, out-of-state junior college called the Dahlia Sampson School, or DSS for short, and suggested to her mother that Daniel might be a good fit. Mrs. Heatherton took immediate action and telephoned the school on her neighbor boy's behalf.

Daniel was intrigued when Mrs. Heatherton told him about her phone conversation with the school's Office Manager and Recruiter, Angela Olsen. Mrs. Olsen seemed like a nice woman who verified that a freshman candidate had unexpectedly withdrawn his application just three weeks before the new school year began, leaving a rare vacancy that the college was struggling to fill on such short notice.

She explained that Daniel's acceptance by DSS was dependent on a short interview with her, plus he must pass a simple physical examination to be given by their school physician, Doctor Dolly. When Mrs. Heatherton described her neighbor's many swimming medals and awards in high school, and how he'd helped his swim team win the State Championship, Mrs. Olsen became quite excited, saying that Daniel sounded exactly like the kind of boy they were looking for. Given his limited financial circumstances -- and that the school needed to fill their vacancy -- she agreed to waive his tuition, should he be accepted.

A few days before he was scheduled to meet with Mrs. Olsen, Daniel went to the town library and looked through reference books for information about the junior college. He could only find basic information:

The Dahlia Sampson School of Higher Learning had been founded in 1891 as a women's college. Their famous graduates included Elizabeth Katherine "Katy" Eagleton, the famous opera soprano; Margaret Carroll, the first woman elected to their state's legislature; and Beverly Chase Nesbit, founder of the Nesbit Manufacturing Company. He'd heard of Katy Eagleton but not the other two.

After more than eighty years as an exclusive, women-only school, the college began admitting male students in 1972. Current enrollment as of the book's 1974 publication date stood at 229 students: 209 females and 20 males.

'Holy shit! Over two-hundred girls but only twenty guys! What the fuck was up with that?' Daniel wondered, although he liked the odds. This opportunity looked better and better!

When he told Julie about his research, his 'sister' exclaimed, "You're kidding! You've never heard of the Dahlia Sampson School?"

"No; you have?"

"Yes, of course; in fact, they've already accepted my application. If you get in, we'll be classmates!"

"What can you tell me about the school?" he'd eagerly asked.

She shrugged. "I don't really know much about it. The students call DSS the Double Standard School." She snickered slyly, which worried him. Julie seemed to be holding back something, but no matter how much he queried her, she wouldn't explain further.

Daniel shrugged it off, because every school he'd ever attended had a double standard: teachers expected to be treated like royalty and could do no wrong, while students got treated like peasants and couldn't do anything right. No big deal. As long as he obeyed the faculty, did what he was told, and kept out of trouble, he'd be fine.

He talked with Mrs. Olsen on the telephone as an initial interview, and she surprised him -- and further sold him -- by saying that DSS would pay for his airfare to visit the college in person. She confirmed that "a few people will interview you, and should you pass the physical and be enrolled, DSS will cover your entire tuition."

He thanked her profusely but asked why they were being so generous. She said it was because they needed to fill the slot before the school year began, and because she'd researched him and verified his athletic accomplishments. "I can't wait to meet you!" she'd enthused.

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Angela Olsen met Daniel at the airport terminal after his flight. His first impression was a middle-age woman trying to look younger. Wearing a tight, medium-blue minidress, she had a voluptuous figure with big boobs and curvy hips. Her dark-blonde hair was long and gathered in a bun at the nape of her neck. When they met, her gray-blue eyes performed a slow, penetrating scan of him from head to toe. He felt uncomfortable by her virtual strip search, for she seemed able to see right through his white dress shirt, black slacks, and gray boxer shorts.

"Hi, Angela!" he greeted her, trying to cover his nervousness by sounding peppy. "It's nice to meet you."

Before he could thank her for paying for his first-class ticket, she said, "Nice to meet you, too; but you must address me as Mrs. Olsen. All DSS boys are required to call me Mrs. Olsen."

Her admonition surprised him, but he quickly recovered. "Yes, Mrs. Olsen. Sorry," he said.

She smiled warmly. "I can tell all ready that you are going to fit in well at DSS. You are a polite boy and very good looking."

He gulped as the buxom woman visually strip-searched him again, her slate-colored eyes pausing to stare at his crotch, as if assessing the size of his manhood. He felt his flaccid penis tingle as if irradiated by her x-ray stare. She had a powerful, sexual presence! He felt like he was already undergoing a physical examination.

Mrs. Olsen drove him back to the school in a white Pontiac Firebird Trans Am and interviewed him alone in her office. The meeting went well, and afterwards she gave him a brief tour of the facility. This close to the end of summer break, there was almost no one around. Mrs. Olsen introduced him to the Principal of the Dahlia Sampson School, the respectable Dr. Audrey Doane. He also met a couple of kitchen workers in the cafeteria -- middle-age women working to perfect a meal plan for the new school year. Afterwards, they went back to Mrs. Olsen's office, where she congratulated him on qualifying for their academic program and produced paperwork for him to sign.

"Don't I have to pass your physical examination first?" he blurted without thinking, then scolded himself for reminding her.

"You'll do the physical next," she said; "Just a brief check-up with our Doctor Dolly, to make sure you are as fit as you look. It won't take long." She pointed at a signature line on her paperwork, saying, "If you'll just sign here and initial in these three places, you will officially be enrolled at DSS, with your tuition paid for by us."

How could he lose? He quickly scanned the document, which listed a few baseline requirements. For example, he must obey all the school rules, be polite and respectful towards the other students, follow the instructions of all the college professors and staff members. The rules specifically prohibited alcohol, tobacco, and other drug use of any kind. No problem: he didn't have any 'vices.' He initialed the document in all the right places, but hesitated when he saw a line saying that he had received and read the student manual.

When he asked Mrs. Olsen about it, she assured him that, "You will receive a copy before you leave today, after your preliminary physical examination."

He initialed that line, too, and when he had signed and dated the bottom, she made a brief phone call, saying, "Jane, please come to my office and meet our newest recruit."

The woman who joined them in Mrs. Olsen's office could only be described as 'witchy' with a forbidding presence that worried Daniel. In her mid-forties and the embodiment of a stereotypical Halloween witch, the slender and tall woman had glossy shoulder-length black hair with a formidable face: piercing, dark-brown eyes, a prominent, hooked nose, thin lips, and sallow skin. Wearing a dark-green, nearly knee-length dress and holding a rather large, bright-green handbag, she stared at Daniel like a hawk eyeing its prey.

"Daniel, this is Assistant Principal Anderson," said Mrs. Olsen. "You will call her Assistant Principal or Miss Anderson."

"Nice to meet you, Assistant Principal Anderson," he mumbled, although insincerely. This woman's aggressive demeanor scared him.

"Hmm," she grunted. Unimpressed, she gave him a sneering smile. Her hawkish gaze scanned him as if sizing up a hunk of freshly-killed meat.

"Please help him prepare for his appointment with Doctor Dolly."

Miss Anderson nodded her assent, then turned on her heel, saying, "Follow me, Danny-boy."

"Yes, Miss Anderson." He thanked Mrs. Olsen and then hurried to catch up to the fast-flying witch.

After leaving the business office, the Assistant Principal led him outside and strode towards the athletic building. They walked in silence, with him following slightly behind her and to one side. They passed through a set of double glass doors into the lobby.

"Wow!" he gushed, impressed by the three-story, glass cathedral ceiling in the lobby. Above a ticket counter hung a huge banner proclaiming this building to be the 'Home of the Dahlia Sampson School Cougars.'

"Come this way," ordered his acerbic escort as she led him to the left, through a pair of dark oak doors.

The 'Aquatic Arena' they entered impressed Daniel even more than the lobby had. Two-story, floor-to-ceiling windows formed the four walls surrounding an Olympic-sized swimming pool. Workmen were in the process of revamping the auditorium, adding new bleachers on either end of the pool.

"Normally, we don't allow students into the arena wearing street clothes," said Miss Anderson, "but as you can see, the swimming pool has been drained. They are in the process of resurfacing and repainting it, and before it reopens, technicians will have dismantled the filtration system, then overhauled and cleaned it."

"When will the work be done?" he asked, just to sound interested.

"In three weeks; before classes resume," she replied curtly. "Come this way, Danny-boy."

He cleared his throat apologetically and said, "Excuse me, Miss Anderson, but I prefer to be called Daniel."

"That's nice, Danny-boy," she sneered. "Let's go."

He followed the witchy woman through another set of double oak doors into a long hallway, where he spotted more renovations being done. This area looked like a communal shower facility, for rinsing off before and after using the pool.

"This is the boys locker room," she said with a snicker.

Daniel gawped at the public space. They stood in the hallway, behind a double-wall of cube lockers, and everything in the space was completely open. A guy taking a shower would be in full view of anyone passing on the way to the Arena. He counted fourteen water pipes with their nozzles removed to facilitate the back wall being re-painted. Several large signs lay flat on the floor. He wondered what they said but didn't dare ask. Considering the openness of the space, he assumed that guys would wear their swimsuits beneath their clothes. That seemed strange! He ventured to ask, "The guys have to wear their wet swimsuits back to class after gym?"

"Boys aren't allowed to wear swimsuits," she snickered. Without further explanation, she added, "Since the boy's locker room is closed right now, you'll be using the women's locker room just this once. It's this way."

The Assistant Principal strode further down the hallway, leaving Daniel hurrying to catch up. She abruptly halted outside a door labeled, 'WOMEN'S LOCKER ROOM.' Below that sign, another warned, 'Absolutely No Boys Allowed.'

"Wait here while I check to see if anyone is inside."

"Yes, Ma'am." He frowned as he examined the two signs, pondering the discrepancy between the words 'WOMEN' and 'Boys;' the difference between the guys' locker room that was public and the girls' locker room that was completely off-limits to men. The differences worried him. He started to wonder about Julie's comment that 'the students call it DSS, which they claim stands for the Double Standard School.' Could it be the Double Standard she referred to meant between guys and girls and not teachers and students?

Daniel waited for a long five minutes, wondering if the scary witch had forgotten him. When she finally returned, she stuck her head out of the door and said, "There was one student using the facility. She's gone out through the gymnasium exit, so it's okay for you to come in now."

He pointed out the 'Absolutely No Boys Allowed' sign and asked, "Are you sure it's okay?"

She scowled and growled, "Get your ass in here, Danny-boy."

He swallowed, said, "Yes, Miss Anderson," and followed her into the 'Women's' locker room. The lavish space he entered astounded Daniel. He found himself in a lush lounge and spacious meeting room. There were five rows of burgundy-leather chairs and a trio of matching couches facing a pine speakers podium in front of a large blackboard. A chalk diagram on the board described in detail the moves of a cheerleaders' routine, including the 'Go DSS Cougars!' chant.

Miss Anderson guided him into the locker room itself, with one wall lined with equipment racks opposite a maze of six-foot-tall, double-stacked lockers fronted by long, polished pine benches. "This is the locker room," she said. "Now, let's go to the changing rooms."

Daniel followed her back through the central meeting room and into an adjacent room. He gawped at a lounge area with a floral couch and two matching plush armchairs that sat at one end of the room. Against one wall were a dozen pristine sinks below twelve large mirrors, with full-length mirrors between every other sink. The opposite wall was lined by twenty individual shower rooms. All of the doors were closed, but each had an inlaid green disk indicating they were unoccupied. Daniel's witchy guide showed the incredulous student that when a door was locked, the disk switched to red. "Isn't that clever?" she asked.

"Yeah," he mumbled, too astounded by the differences between the extremely public 'boy's' room and the very private 'women's' room to comment further.

"This is our temporary boys' room," she said, directing him to a door with a handwritten sign that read, 'BOYS ROOM.'

Daniel wonderingly observed that the self-contained changing room had a shower stall, a porcelain toilet, a small pine bench, a clothes hamper, a flowered plush chair, a full-length mirror, and a freestanding coat rack holding a single white-cotton towel.

"Are all the girls' changing rooms like this?" he wondered aloud.

"Yes. There are twenty 'women's' changing rooms," she corrected him, "and they are all identical."

"Why don't the guys have a locker room like this?"

"Because they're boys," she curtly replied. "No more questions. Take off all of your clothes, wash everywhere -- thoroughly -- and get ready for your physical."

He gulped again, nonplussed by her quick temper. "Yes, Miss Anderson." He removed his shoes and socks, placed them beneath the clothes rack, but then stopped. "Would you wait outside, please?"

The witchy woman scowled at him, but he refused to remove anything else until she left the room. As soon as she was gone, he locked the door behind her. For some reason, he still didn't feel completely secure. Eyeing the door nervously, he removed all of his clothes -- even his blue boxers -- and hung them on the clothes rack. Stark naked, he felt jittery as he carried the towel into the shower stall with him. It was a small, pure-white towel like you'd find in a cheap motel. He reached into the shower and started the water, but no matter how he adjusted the hot and cold taps, the best temperature he could get was tepid: more cool than warm. He shivered as he showered while his dick shriveled and shrank.

After taking a quick shower -- the cold water precluded a long, leisurely wash -- Daniel reached for the towel and dried his hair and eyes, then opened the stall door and stepped out while toweling the rest of his body.

"He-he-he!"

Startled by the witchy snicker -- she was in the room with him! -- he cried, "AH!" and jumped so much that he dropped his too-small towel, which floated to the floor in front of him. He momentarily gawped at Miss Anderson, who was sitting in the plush chair and smirking as she scanned his full-frontal nudity. His face quickly flushing, Daniel scrambled to pick up his towel and cover himself.

"Too slow!" cackled his lecherous trespasser as she leaned forward and snatched the towel away, grinning to see the wiggling of his dinky dick and the wobble of his dangling balls.

"Hey! Give it back!" he cried in protest as he quickly clapped his hands over the wobbly parts that she was blatantly ogling.

"He-he-he!" The Assistant Principal snickered again, delighted to see the blush on his face spreading down his throat to his shoulders and chest. Miss Anderson loved seeing bashful, teen boys blushing the first time they found themselves totally exposed in front of a woman.

"How did you get in here?" he gasped.

"I am the Assistant Principal. I have a key to every door in the school." She leered into his eyes. "Water a little too cold for you?' she snickered, giving him a smirk to remind him that she'd seen his wee wilted willy.

"There wasn't enough hot water," he complained.

"That's to keep you from playing with your penis in the shower. You didn't, did you?" Her gaze dropped to the hands desperately cupping his shy parts.

"No!" Daniel blushed an even brighter shade of red, shocked by her suggestion; horrified to know that the crafty witch had seen him stark naked, especially since the cold water had shrunk his penis down to a wimpy, shrimpy size. "Can I have my towel back?" he begged.

"Not until you put your hands down," she asserted. "It's very rude for any boy to hide his penis in front of a DSS woman -- staff or student. Touching yourself makes me think that you want to masturbate. Do you?"

"NO!" he protested again. She couldn't be more wrong!

"Then put your hands down."

Daniel gulped and released his genitals, dropped his hands and reluctantly let her look; breathed deeply while she did.

The stern, middle-aged woman enjoyed a long, leisurely scan of the eighteen-year-old's full-frontal nudity, from head to toe. He was a good-looking boy with nice smooth skin, wide shoulders, muscular biceps, a strong chest with taut little nipples, narrow waist, and a flat belly with a sparse patch of light-brown pubic hair. She leaned forward and smiled as her eyes focused on his drooping dick and low-slung scrotum. He had attractive genitals, and she had to force herself to resist lifting his penis and groping him. Instead, she leered into his wide-open eyes while gleefully anticipating the time when she would see his pretty penis erect and quivering with desire.