Below…you were wearing a tiny gym slip, displaying far too much of your smooth, naked thighs and on your feet, a simple pair of white training shoes...God you looked good! You looked simply too good.It could be incredibly difficult being the head of the school at times, particularly when I had to punish naughty sixth form girls. Particularly when I had to punish naughty sixth form girls…like you. Yes you were 18. Yes you were a woman now, but I was your headmaster and, from the moment the thought. The camera and recorder should be enough to get the evidence that I wanted.On Thursday, when I got home from work, I installed the recording device and microphones. I did a couple test runs to make sure that it worked properly. I checked my camera over and installed the film. I set the camera settings for low light picture taking. I was ready for Saturday.Thursday night when Jan got home, we had dinner together as a family. That night Jan was getting frisky in bed. I thought I needed to play it. ” “I’m quite used to violent women” I said with a smile. “Hey Cedric” said a woman’s voice. “Oh, miss Bridget! I’m not used to seeing you out here.” “I thought I’d grab a drink before I get dressed and head home” said Bridget as she sat down beside me. “What can I get you?” he asked. “You choose” she said sweetly. Cedric did as he was asked and started making an odd alcoholic concoction. “Well hey there handsome” she said, “I don’t believe I’ve seen you in my audience before. What’s your name?”. She set the ice-pack down on the bench as instructed, after which I fully expected her to leave; I’d used my best dismissive tone of voice after all, yet without actually telling her to get out. Apparently, I should have been more specific or forceful or something because, instead of leaving, she quickly stripped off her top – the sweat-soaked sports bra – kicked off her shoes and socks and removed her tight yoga pants.She had nothing under them, full-commando (which I’d pretty much known from.