It was a strange morning at the Academy. Fitting perhaps for late autumn when the harvest was in the air and the moon shone so brightly that folks were drawn to the out of doors at all hours, leaving them edgy but sleepy at the time during the day. No, “edgy” wasn’t quite the word but it was something. Wandering the halls one could feel it….
In the sophomore art class, Diana Fame sat in the back only half listening as Professor Halverson, using a slide presentation, discussed the flow and colors in Rubens’ “The Head of Medusa” that they were covering that week. Diana instead, sharp red pencil in hand, had moved forward in the text to the nudes and was carefully shading Rubens’s beautiful large bottoms with a pink glow-accenting some with darker red stripes bisecting the milky globes.
She watched Halverson with his laser pointer and wondered what he would do to her if he found her defacing his text? Maybe she should sign her name she thought lightly, feeling a rustle in her breast.
Upstairs, in the senior hallway, Mrs. Knapp continued her lectures on “Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.” Susanna Potts, from her seat near the windows was almost entirely disengaged, allowing her eyes to wander out to the fields and surrounding woods when Mrs. Knapp, to illustrate the good knight’s swordsmanship, said “He was so deft with his sword that he could spank a maiden with the flat of his blade and neither slice nor nick her naked bum.”
There were twitters around the room and Potts shot her eyes front hoping to see such a thing illustrated in the slides. Not to be though-only a cheeky aside from Mrs. Knapp. From her angle she could see Mrs. Knapp’s profile clearly and imagined what it would look like-the flat of a blade slapping across her doughy cheeks. The thought of such a swat on her own naked bottom flooded her with a warmth that she settled back to enjoy, eye dipping to half-mast.
Further down the hall…