A lot of you guys are going to be appalled by what I am about to share here. Take it as a horror story, my life story, or just a warning of who I am and the likes of me in Nepal. I know who I am and I hate me for being who I am, you will too when you get done with this, but I cannot stop myself and apparently there is no one else to stop me either. I an old man now and I do not have a lot of good years left in the school I principal right now, but I have to get this thing out of my chest.

I started out long time ago in ***** High School in *****, Kathmandu as an English teacher. If some of you might remember me as that creepy teacher with the wanna-be Judd Nelson look, that is if you have seen me or Judd Nelson in The Breakfast Club. The same ‘Sir’ that you thought gave punishments too often, mostly to girls for a change and the boys seemed happy about it. I remember I started out with a pat on the back for a job well done and a well-intended spank for what I saw needed more work. Most of you would assume that spanking was more sought that pat on the back, but I had a different feel for both of them. One was more of foreplay and the other the ultimate climax, and this was when I first started. A well done assignment would mean a nice pat on the back, which was mostly the case. The foreplay, that imagination running wild; the feeling of that bra strap underneath that none existent white sheet of shirt, it is just the warmest feeling on earth. At least until someone did not do their homework, or for random reasons at time. Then came the spanking part; it is the climax. Spanking is an art too, especially when my hands slip under the skirt and feel the warmer. The feelings were monstrous and uncontrollable at times, and Kathmandu was a little more wary than what I would have liked. While my ‘styles of feeling’ were subtle and discrete, I felt that Kathmandu was not safe to advance with my feelings, especially after 98 when the rumours began to spread around. It did not get much wind, and it was not about me, but how could I wait for it to be about me? That and the fact about my affair with a ninth grader, who turned obsessive on me: crying about getting married all time, faking pregnancy, led me to a nice little school in Kavre district.

That same nice little school, which is not that little anymore, is where I am the principal today. As with the earlier, I started as an English teacher in the early millennium. I have expanded the school to accommodate +2 and have more than 1100 students now, from 400 when I took over. This school felt home as soon as I got in my first class. The students were more naïve, the parents more ignorant, and other teachers rather impressed with me. I could do a lot more than those occasional pats and spank here, however, I sticked just to those for a while. After sometime the freedom got into my head, those feeling of the bra straps and under skirts was just not cutting it. I had to punish the girls more severely to discipline them.

Most of the time when I was feeling the girls, I wondered how it would feel to actually see what I was feeling, which I could now. I could see the all-encompassing rainbow of colourful panties while spanking, now I was longing to see the just blossoming twins with that purple skirt still clinging, which eventually would ‘wear off’ too. Thus started the tradition of detention or as I explained as after school tuition for extra attention to the ‘needy’ ones. The parents were happy and so was I that I was taking care of their girls, boys too sometimes; had to stay as unbiased. I remember the first girl in detention: a seventh grader class topper who according to me was slipping downhill. She was probably tenth grader by Kathmandu standards and by other ‘maturity’ standards too. Her eyes were like of those ‘naagin’ in hindi movies, luscious black hair, and a milky white complexion as you would taint it by touching. With Adam starting the trend from the forbidden fruit, how could I not?

You all should know who I am by now without going further into my exploits and will start again with a brand new day tomorrow. It only seems that the array of things I can do is just growing wider, and I am being rewarded for being the person I am. We hear thousands of cases like these in other developed nations, but nothing in Nepal. Is it only me in Nepal and those other developed nations have more pervs than in Nepal? I am the only one I know of but I am already 54 now, and the things I have done and continue to do make me feel bad but not bad enough to make me stop. I fear God sometimes, but if he really wanted to punish me, he would have done it by now. I am writing this because I do not think this is going to cause much stir, even if it does, the chances of getting to me is next to nil. I just want you all to know that I am here, and probably thousands like are everywhere, not just limited to schools.

I am apalled that noone has commented on this. This is wrong. Apparently Pritamsir the writer is writing here to confess his sins.

Pritamsir you know what you are doing is wrong. It is only matter of time till your exploits come out in public because one of your victims will step up.

 
You should get help. Thats all i can say.

 I'd have loved to smash your jaws with a hammer, you sick bastard! This reminds me of a child molestor back in school who'd grab young girls but we were way too young to understand what was going on. 

 if this is a fiction, u very well depicted a reality hidden in dark corners of our society. people do go unpunished and unnoticed while they keep doing this all their life in a society like nepal. But, if this is your life's story, we dont want demons like you to be lurkin around in our society. u are a very common case of pedophilia and there's only one place where you belong,behind the bars.

WTF??? you should see a psychiatrist and be jailed for your actions. If you're trolling you're a fking A hole, if you are for real you're a fking criminal. sick bastard!!!

The story this perv is posting seems like a real deal to me. I have also been a boarder while a student back in the day. I have seen teachers molesting in a guise of calling the prettier female students "chhori" and I have also seen male teachers actually inserting the hand into male students' pockets and squeezing the nuts. May be they were not ill-intentioedn in these instances with respect to what I knew of Nepalese society back then and what I know of a Western society now. But I have seen female staff in the school having inappropriate relationship with students and staff members having indiscreet affairs in the manner that would permeate into the young minds' gossip circle. The most troubling ones are those that concern students staying in the hostel that are lured into illicit early education in sex with the teachers who are entrusted with the task to not only educate, read/write/speak English fluently but also to discipline and instill healthy qualities into the students that would last a lifetime.

With no custom of background check on new staff-hires, no accountability on the school/hostel management side, and no policing or whistle-blowing, the elusive pedophiles have been having a field-day since the infancy of so-called English Medium Boarding Schools in Nepal. Such accounts need to be brought to the fore-front of the challenges and threats that parents and student face in the education sector. PABSON needs to deal with this very constructively too not just lobby for their financial interest. The media, including TV, publications, movies need to cover the issue as it is and offer some solutions. Most of all, the custom of keeping young children in boarding schools is not just waste of money but also a serious threat to the children's emotional and physical well-being.

 happens all the time in NEpal!! 
why is this not a BIG issue yet!

We need to break TABOO and talk more openly about these stuff!!