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Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 7
Date: 9/23/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: blin18, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
the victory dance you’re going to pay for when I get out of here!” Uncowed, I did another little lap of high-fives and danced an arms-in-the-air backside-wiggle to the universal cry of the poor winner: “Oh yeah-eah! Uh ha-aa!” All of this to the great delight and cheering from every boy who had ever been ordered by Mr Mitchell to run extra laps before they hit the showers. I watched a few more kids try to hit him with varying degrees of success, and then Mr Smith approached carrying a large, flat cardboard box. This would be my surprise, I suppose. “You’re excused, Mr. Mitchell,” the principal said in his most commanding baritone. “We need to prepare the booth for the soon-to-be Mrs Marsh.” All eyes were on me now, but I wasn’t nervous; it was a good kind of attention and everyone was smiling and having fun. They all gathered around the principal to see what was in the box, but I already had a fair idea; it looked like exactly the type of thing you might use for long-term storage of a dress. A wedding dress, for instance. Sure enough, Mr Smith lifted the lid and drew from within an atrocity of white tulle and satin that we can only pray time will forget. With enormous puffy sleeves and every square inch fairly bristling with frilly adornments, it was almost physically painful to look at. “Why Mr Smith,” I said as deadpan as I could manage. “That looks just like the one I’ll be wearing next month!” “Then my sympathies go to your fiancé, Miss Granger,” he shot back with ...