Hairdryer treatment
I went on an art trip to the New Forest. Harbouring a terrible crush on Mark, one of my classmates, I sneaked into the boy's dorm at night and shoved my electric toothbrush (still buzzing) in his bed and gave him the fright of his life. Lame, yes. At the tender age of 15, I had not yet learned the subtle art of seduction.

The resultant non-manly shriek led to me getting rumbled and receiving the bollocking of my life from my art teacher's humourless porcine dwarf harridan of a wife in front of my sniggering classmates. Leaving me feeling neither big nor clever, and suddenly aware I was shivering in a nightie that was not long enough to cover my pants.

Still, I had the last laugh when, three year's later when staying over at my mates (the son of another teacher at the school) I caught aforementioned art teacher in flagrante up to his bollocks in a much more aesthetically pleasing blonde colleague on the sofa.

Ha.
( weebear1974 discovering the joy of cat rape since, Sat 9 Dec 2006, 15:53, Reply)