My Day In Court
Written by fifteen

"Theodore G. Potter, do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"

"Yeah," I sighed, sitting down in the witness chair as the prosecuting attorney reached up to slick back his greasy hair.

"Mr. Potter, please state your age and occupation," he asked as he looked up at the ceiling.

"I'm a school principal and I'm 38," I answered, rolling my eyes. It was going to be a long, long afternoon.

"As a school principal, Mr. Potter, it is your job to provide discipline for students, is that correct?"

"Among other duties, yes," I nodded.

"Other duties? Do those duties include raping eight-year-old girls?" he asked, his voice rising dramatically as he turned the jury. My lawyer raised an objection as I shook my head.

"I retract the question, Mr. Potter, but please tell the court how you came to know Miss Rebecca Talbot."

As I answered his question, it all replayed in my mind…

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"Mr. Potter, I am having a major problem with one of my students and, frankly, I suspect she is being abused at home," Laura Simms, our third grade teacher had told me one afternoon. As the principal, it is my job to take every such concern seriously but to exercise caution at the same time. Bringing charges of that type against a family can be ruinous and opens us up to lawsuit if we are wrong. I asked Miss Simms to send the student to my office so I could investigate further. "Hi Becky, have a seat," I told our problem child as she entered my office later that day. She was sure a cute kid, I thought to myself. Long, brunette hair and big green eyes, she was going to be a real heartbreaker some day!

"Are you going to spank me, Mr. Potter?" the girl asked innocently. I couldn't hold back a smile at her question. We principals have such a bad reputation!

"Of course not, Becky! I just wanted to talk," I replied as I took a seat across from her. To my surprise, she frowned at my answer…

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"And when you met Miss Talbot, were you attracted to her?" the slimy lawyer asked me, bringing me back to the present.

"No. Well, that is to say, she was a very pretty little girl but I wasn't sexually attracted to her. Not really…" I replied, realizing it wasn't as strong a refusal as I should have given.

"I seeeeee…" he nodded slowly, dragging out his words for emphasis. "But you did make her undress in your office, is that correct?"

"No!" I shot back, then had to amend that. "I mean, she did undress but no, I didn't make her do it." Oh, this was going downhill…

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"Becky, Miss Simms is worried about some marks she saw on your thighs. Could you show me those marks?" I had asked her.

"Sure!" she had answered with a smile. Her dress was over her head and lying on the floor before I could stop her. She was wearing nothing underneath and I found myself staring at a naked eight-year-old!

"Um… thanks, Becky. Say, those are some pretty bad bruises you've got there," I continued. I didn't want to embarrass the poor thing for misunderstanding me. Besides, I could see the bruises much easier this way.

"Wanna see 'em close up?" she asked, strutting around the desk to stand next to me. Now call me crazy, but I could swear the little girl was being seductive! The way she walked, the way she placed her hands on her hips and thrust her tiny slit toward me… it was pretty unnerving! "Okay, I think I've um… you know… seen enough," I stuttered as she edged ever closer to me.

"You sure? I can sit on your desk and you can put her head between my legs. You can see 'em real, real good that way!" she asked with a sly grin. I was close to panic now!

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"So, you're telling this court that Rebecca Talbot, a child, initiated the entire incident? You're blaming an innocent little waif?" the lawyer blasted me.

"I'm not blaming her! I am just saying she removed her clothes," I shrugged.

"And you bravely stood your ground against this… this temptress?" he asked, mocking me. I gritted my teeth, knowing he would never understand what had happened next…

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"You can put on your dress now, Becky," I had told her. "And can you tell me how you got those bruises?"

"I'd rather stay naked for you, Mr. Potter," she smiled as she climbed up on my desk. "And I got the bruises from fucking!"

The way she over-enunciated the f-word gave me chills up and down my spine. She had sounded like a porn star or something! It left me no doubt that she knew exactly what the word meant.

"Uh… Becky, we don't use those naughty words at school and… um… could you hop off my desk and get dressed?" I stammered. Here I was, a man with nine years of teaching experience and four years as principal, totally at the mercy of this little girl!

"What do I get if I do?"

"Uh… what do you want?" I was afraid to ask.

"Mmmmm… show me your cock!" she offered. I patiently explained that such a thing was out of the question but she just sat there on my desk, staring at the crotch of my trousers.

"Okay, I'll do it! Just put your clothes on!" I relented. I was so scared someone was going to come walking in the office I was shaking!......(cont)