Confessions - Filthy Headmaster

By Jodi Jacobs

I confess.

I am a bad man, with bad intent.

I thought I had changed, taken control of my inner desires. And then I took the job as headmaster at Bridgemount finishing college for girls. Then I met Bella.

Now I am a man on the edge. Trapped and about to spectacularly cross a line.

 

Adult content

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jodi Jacobs
• Release date: Sep 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223294337

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Prologue

I think you better start by telling me exactly what’s been going on here don’t you, Headmaster?!

Sarcasm drips from the last word and as he sits back casually in his chair and crosses his legs, he gives me an annoyingly smug smile. My hackles start to rise but instead of responding I take a long deep breath in.

Well? He probes, his eyes glittering in contempt.

Ok, but before I explain what you are doing here, I want you to know...

Start at the beginning please! The man interrupts, raising his eyebrows and making it clear he wasn’t interested in my bullshit.

I clear my throat and lean back in my chair.

Well, I’d been on the edge a while, but things really came to a head the day of the storm. The weather was playing havoc with the roof and there were leaks springing up..

With all due respect I am not here to discuss the weather or the maintenance issues. He interrupts.

I nod, then rest my hand thoughtfully on my chin.

This is madness I think to myself, utter madness, but what choice did I have!

So, I begin.

Chapter One – A storm is brewing.

I peer out of the mullioned windows of my office as a particularly heavy gust of rain batters against the glass. The irony that this coincides with the exact moment that the wind sweeps across the wide gravelled driveway, blowing and billowing the pleated skirts of the approaching young women, is not lost on me.

The sound of their shrieks and squeals reaches my ears and I grit my teeth, trying to pretend I haven’t just seen another magnificent array of young firm thighs and heavenly plump fleshy bottoms; all ripe for the taking. The thought makes me bite hard on the side of my cheek, a futile attempt to quell the savage feeling of lust low and hard in the seat of my groin.

I force myself to look away and glance down in frustration at the letter of rejection, crushed into a ball under my fist. It was the fourth such letter in as many days, meaning for the time being as least, I was stuck here. Stuck here with them.

This place, I curse to myself, this bloody place!

I know it sounds great doesn’t it, being Headmaster as an exclusive college, set high in the mountains, surrounded by beautiful young women twenty-four seven but believe me, it’s not. 

Not if you are a man like me. Or at least how I used to be.

Naively, when I had taken the job at Bridgemount Finishing school for girls, I had seen it simply as a steppingstone up