Spare Not The Rod (closed)

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Trask

I looked up from my desk towards the door. Raised voices can be heard from the waiting area. Two, no three. One of them is definitely my assistant, Margaret. I put my papers down, curious as to the explanation.

Soon there is Margaret's familiar staccato on the door. "Yes," I beckon.

The door opens to admit Margaret's roly-poly form. Ordinarily she's a trim woman, her pregnancy has given her a swollen belly that dominates her lower torso. Despite the change, Margaret refused to let it alter her fashion sense. She still wore heels and her pale white dress has clearly been tailored for her new curves.

"Dr. Trask, I apologize for the noise. Ms. Franklin is outside with a student and they are both quite argumentative." The blue eyes behind her glasses flashed angrily for a moment; Margaret obviously didn't approve of the breach in protocol. "Ms. Franklin doesn't have an appointment and didn't even phone to say she was coming, but she insists you grant her an audience. Shall I send them away?"

A trace of a smile flitted across my face; Margaret was a tireless defender. "No, I am sure Ms. Franklin has her reasons. Send her in."

Margaret nodded and exited. A moment later, Claire Franklin entered, pausing at the door to wag a finger at presumably the student. "Now you wait right there, missy!" She turned and shut the door behind her.

"Gah, these damn kids!" Claire rubbed her temples to emphasize the headache. "I swear, Jacob, some times I just want to scream, they make me so mad!" She strode to my desk, placed her hands atop the blotter, and leaned across it. "You're not going to believe this one. Daniels wants you to deal with her straight away."

The muscles in my jaw tightened reflexively. Margaret is not the only one who prizes protocol.

I rose from my chair and circled around my desk. Claire instinctively backed away. At 6'4", her head didn't reach my chin, so just maintaining eye contact quickly became a challenge.

"I can see you are troubled, Claire," I murmured, my deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Presumably that explains your lack of manners."

Claire's face paled as she recognized her misstep. "S-sorry, Dr. Trask," she whispered. Her eyes instinctively glanced towards my torso. A couple decades ago, I was a linebacker at Ole Miss. Despite the years, I maintained the physique; the 100 lbs I have on her is nearly all muscle.

"It is important that we maintain discipline at the school, Claire. Particularly amongst the staff. Don't you agree?" I placed a hand gently against her face. My ebony fingers stood in stark contrast to her flushed skin. "Do I need to give you a refresher in discipline, Claire?"

Claire's reacted as I expected. While she'd long been Daniels' plaything, she has always been to me. I knew not if it was because of my dark skin, my height, or whatever rumors she heard about my prowess, but she seemed to bear both lust and fear for me in equal measure. Her skin flushed, her breathing elevated, and her nipples hardened. Were I a betting man, I'd have wagered her panties were already damp with desire.

I lingered inside her comfort zone long enough to amuse me, then stepped back. I had never acted on her appeal. Driving her to distraction was too much fun.

"So what is the matter with your student?".

Claire blinked a few times, trying to settle herself. "Pratt, her name is Pratt. She says one of the other girls sexually assaulted her. Daniels tried to calm her down, but she won't listen. He thinks you need to set her straight."

"Show her the ropes, you mean."

Claire blushed and bit her lip. A nod was all she could manage.

My bright white teeth gleamed as I smiled at my entendere. Discomforting Claire was a nice treat. "Very well," I continued, rubbing a hand over my smooth head. (I've shaved it for years.) "Send Miss Pratt in."

 

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• Mar 20, 2015

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Emily

“Ok, Harold, take Miss Pratt to room #4. I’m sure she will find it quite comfortable,” Headmaster Daniels said to the beefy security guard who had escorted me to what I could only describe as an interrogation room and was now blocking the only way out.

“Please come with me, Miss Pratt,” Harold said.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, other than to a phone to call my father so I can get the fuck out of here!” I was trying to keep the panic out of my voice, but when Harold grabbed my arm and began dragging me down the hallway, I lost it.

“Let go of me you motherfucker, you have no right to keep me here against my will! I swear to god, when my dad hears about this, you’re all going straight to prison!”

“Harold, let her go.”

I turned around and saw Ms. Franklin standing behind us. There had been no one else in the room with Headmaster Daniels and me so I had no idea where she had come from, but it didn’t matter. At that moment, I had never been so glad to see anyone in my life.

Harold loosened his hold on my arm slightly but looked uncertain. “But.. Mr. Daniels said…”
“I know what he said,” Ms. Franklin cut him off. “It’s alright, I’ll take her to #4 myself. Thank you, Harold. You can go back to the security desk now.”

With a shrug and a nod, Harold let me go and headed back towards the elevator. I rubbed my arm where his vice-like grip had left a red imprint on my pale skin. I was not used to being treated this way, talked to this way, touched this way… Suddenly it all felt like too much and to my great embarrassment, I felt my throat tighten as tears welled up in my eyes.

Ms. Franklin shook her head as she came to stand beside me and for a moment, I thought my tears may have bought me some sympathy. “Thanks, I really appreciate - “ I began, but the words had barely left my mouth before Ms. Franklin interrupted me.

“Not another word, Miss Pratt,” she said. She looked me up and down and clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “I believe I made the rules about dressing appropriately very clear, did I not? And yet, here you are, dressed… like that.”

I looked down at the skimpy sundress I had hastily thrown back on after the incident with Liz and Nikki and realized with growing humiliation that in the chaos of the moment, I had left my bra on the dorm room floor. The dress didn’t leave much to the imagination to begin with, but realizing that both Headmaster Daniels and Harold, and now Ms. Franklin, could clearly see my nipples and every movement of my full breasts through the thin fabric, filled me with shame, but also with anger.

Crossing my arms defensively across my chest, I mustered all the self-righteous indignation I could and said, “I’m trying to report a sexual assault and you want to talk about what I’m wearing?! This is bullshit!”

“Language, Miss Pratt,” Miss Franklin said, shaking a finger at me. “I’m sorry, but that’s your second warning. You only get three remember.”

“Oh really?” I reply, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Is that fucking right? I only get three fucking warnings about my fucking language? Before what exactly, you uptight bitch? If you assholes try to pull any more crazy shit on me, my phone call won’t be to my father, it’ll be straight to the motherfucking police!”

“Let’s go,” Ms. Franklin said.

Satisfied that I had made my point, I followed her down the hallway. We stopped outside a door marked #4 and I was surprised to see Ms. Franklin take a deep breath and smooth her hands over her skirt. She seemed almost nervous. Probably because she knows how much trouble the school is going to be in when people find out how they treat their students, I reasoned. She knocked on the door and without waiting for an answer, marched in with me trailing behind her.

We seemed to be in a waiting room. Ms. Franklin tried to explain who I was and what had happened to a very pregnant receptionist who seemed more upset that she didn’t have an appointment than anything else. I tried to jump in to give my side of the story but that just made both of them even angrier. When it became clear that we weren’t getting anywhere, the receptionist disappeared into the inner office and after a few moments, came back out and sent Ms. Franklin in. I wondered who she was talking to in there. A minute passed. Then two. Then five. I considered making a dash for the elevator, but dressed as I was - no bra, no shoes, no phone, no money… I wouldn’t get very far.

Just then the door opened and Ms. Franklin emerged. “Dr. Trask will see you now, Miss Pratt,” she said. Her face was flushed and there was a slight tremor in her voice.

Who the hell was Dr. Trask?

It didn’t matter. Whoever he is, just say whatever you have to and get the fuck out of here, I told myself. Crossing my arms and raising my chin defiantly, I walked into the inner office and Ms. Franklin closed the door behind me.

 

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• Mar 20, 2015

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Trask

Claire returned with a dark-haired beauty in tow. She wasn't particularly tall, but then anything short of an amazon seems diminutive next to my frame. Claire shoved the girl forward. She padded up to my desk in bare feet, stopping a few feet away.

Claire rather obviously didn't follow, remaining just inside the room. How amusing. Claire liked to project a stern personality to the students, but she knew she couldn't maintain the facade in front of me. I was half tempted to call her forward and watch her try not to squirm with a student watching. But I had other matters to attend to.

The girl was pretty, though I could see in the way she carried herself that she probably didn't think that. In my experience, girls her age were too quick to judge themselves against some limited pop culture standard and find themselves wanting. Foolish, really. As if there were only one universal standard of beauty.

Her breasts were an obvious standout. I'd not checked the student body as a whole recently, but I'd have been surprised to learn any of the other girls exceeded hers.

"This is Miss Pratt? A new student, if I recall?" I glanced towards Claire for the response.

"Yes, Dr. Trask, she started just this week."

I raised an eyebrow. Impressive indeed. Many of the girls who went here experienced size enhancements due to the various treatments. Miss Pratt might develop into something truly spectacular, given time.

"Miss Pratt, I am Dr. Trask. I am the Dean of Students at this institution. Ms. Randolph indicated that you'd had a problematic run-in with another student...?"

Claire's voice piped up from the background. Apparently she did feel more confident at a distance - and with a student in the middle. "She claims Liz and Nikki assaulted her."

"Oh, those two," I murmured, rolling my eyes. "Claire, go fetch Nikki and bring her here. She's usually the instigator."

I directed my attention to Emily after Claire departed. "Trust me, I will get to the bottom of this situation. I take such matters quite seriously. If you were mistreated, I will see to the punishment personally."

"Of course," I continued, "I warn you that I am equally disapproving of deceit. If you think that you can revenge yourself on a fellow student with some false accusation, you should retract your statement immediately." I let my gaze bore into her till she blinked.

"Now, tell me what happened to you. Be honest and detailed, please."

As she opened her mouth to speak, I held up a hand. "No, no, wait. First, I must address your appearance. Miss Pratt, why are you barefoot? We do uphold a certain decorum at this school and you are in my office!"

My volume increased along with my disapproval. "Moreover, I am also fairly certain that you are also failing to wear a bra." My eyes narrowed as I glared at the clear imprints of her nipples and the vague outline of her areolae beneath her top.. "Miss Pratt, despite your apparent youth, you are no longer a child and should no longer dress like one. A proper young lady does not parade around braless in public. The school provided you with appropriate underwear in addition to your uniform and you are expected to wear it."

I paused and glared down my nose at the plaid skirt covering her thighs. "Are you even wearing any underwear?" I queried, my voice dropping an octave with dread. "No, no, do not tell me you are; your credibility is already in question. Pull up your skirt and show me, Miss Pratt. Now."

 

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• Mar 22, 2015

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Emily

I sat in stunned silence, trying to process everything that was happening and everything I was feeling. From the moment I set foot in Dr. Trask’s office, a strange sense of unease had come over me. Maybe it had to do with how flustered Ms. Franklin had been when she came out of this room; maybe it had to do with how scantily I was dressed; or maybe it had to do with the imposing figure sitting behind the desk.

Even seated, I could tell he was a powerful man. Everything from his perfectly tailored suit to the way he spoke commanded respect and as soon as he fixed his gaze on me - looking at me with an intensity that seemed to burn through my skin - I felt my bravado wavering.

The Dean.. that made him Daniels’ boss! I heard Ms. Franklin chirping at him from the doorway. Was it just my imagination, or did her voice change when he spoke to her? He sent her to fetch Nikki and I took a deep breath, trying to calm the irrational nervousness I felt in his presence. This is good, I told myself. Finally, someone is going to do something to help me! I was just about to begin answering his questions when he held up a huge hand to stop me. The knot in my stomach tightened as I listened to what he said next.

“Are you even wearing any underwear?... Pull up your skirt and show me, Miss Pratt. Now.”

“This is some kind of joke, right?” I said, my voice little more than a shaky whisper. Did Daniels put him up to this to scare me? Or.. my dad? Would my dad do something like this? None of it made sense. Things like this did not happen, not in places like this and certainly not to people like me. For a moment I actually forgot if I was in fact wearing underwear or not. My mind flashed back to the scene in my bedroom, to Nikki’s warm body pinning me down while her sister pushed my white, school-issued panties aside to probe my pussy with her fingers and tongue. Just thinking about it sent a hot blush creeping across my pale skin and I felt my nipples harden, a fact that was painfully obvious to me and Dr. Trask alike. Those panties may have been wet but they were still on.

Crossing my arms over my breasts, I stared at the ground and stammered, “I.. I am wearing underwear, not that it’s any of your business. And this, um, this dress belongs to me and I’m wearing it instead of your.. your stupid school uniform because I’m not staying at this school.” Gathering my courage, I raised my eyes to meet his across the desk and raised my voice to match his volume. “I’m not scared of you and I know my rights. Now I demand to make a phone call this fucking second!”

 

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• Mar 23, 2015

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Trask

After Emily's outburst, I could see why Daniels had passed this one up to me. As the face of the school, he often gets his fingers into the girls that he likes early. But Daniels likes those that are easily cowed by his age and position. Emily clearly needed a firmer hand.

"Very well, Miss Pratt," I responded. "I will take immediate action on this matter." I turned to my desk and punched the intercom on my phone. "Margaret, please join us a moment."

I stepped back to my position by Emily as my office door opened and Margaret walked in. Ordinarily it'd be her prominent bosom in the lead, but her burgeoning pregnancy made it difficult to tell which of her swollen curves had the advantage. "Yes, Dr. Trask?"

Emily instinctively turned to look at the door. I timed my punch when her attention was diverted. The sudden explosive impact in her midsection caught her entirely unaware. The breath rushed out of her in a great whoosh and she collapsed to her knees.

Margaret blinked, but otherwise retained her reserve. "Did you need me for anything else, Sir?"

I nodded. "Ms. Franklin will be returning with a student at some point. I expect I'll be in the back with Miss Pratt, so just bring them back to me when they arrive."

"Yes, Sir." She nodded and exited the room.

I reached down and picked Emily off the floor. Her eyes were round as saucers as she wheezed. "Don't worry, Miss Pratt," I advised as I carried her body to the back of my office. "I have merely knocked the wind out of you. The impact temporarily disorients the muscles of the diaphragm, hence your difficulty breathing. It will soon pass."

The door at the back of my office looks like it'd open on a small closet, but actually contained a room considerably larger than my office. The concrete floor and the exposed metal ceiling supports gave it a slightly industrial look. A collection of drawers and shelves ran along one wall. The rest of the room contained various furnishings - a bed, a padded exam table, a gymnastics vault, etc.

I carried her to the table. She struggled slightly, but her difficulty breathing made her weak as a kitten. I put her flat on her back and opened a nearby drawer to retrieve restraints made of dark nylon straps with padded cuffs. The table had convenient metal rings located around its perimeter, so I was able to secure her in virtually any position I wanted.

It took me just a couple minutes to have her spread eagle on the bed with restraints on each wrist and ankle. She tugged at them with increasing vigor as her breathing returned to normal, but she was securely bound.

"The cuffs are have that soft lining to reduce abrasion, but you can still rub your skin raw if you struggle too much. Best to accept that you are securely tied," I advised.

"It is also time for you to accept certain other realities, Miss Pratt," I continued. "One of the key lessons we impress upon every student is discipline. Our students are renowned for their focus and drive. We achieve that through hard work and repetition. We channel their efforts with guidance and protocol. Most students recognize the value of such education and do as instructed. These students who buckle down are ones who succeed."

"However, there are those like you who want to do things your way. You ignore rules and disobey instruction because you presume that you know better - that you are in control."

I leaned close to Emily's face. "You are not in control, Miss Pratt. You will not speak back to your instructors as if you were an equal. You are a student. You are here to learn. You are here to obey. And as I will now demonstrate, failure to obey will be punished."

I backhanded her across her left cheek. "Do not refuse a command from me again, Miss Pratt."

I turned my attention lower. Without warning, I hooked my hands into her top. The fabric resisted a moment, then tore open in a jagged line down her torso. Her breasts surged forth. Despite having seen many a naked female, I was momentarily stunned. I'd known she was a good bit beyond what is normally considered large breasted, but seeing even my mind's eye had underestimated just how massive she truly was. Seeing her vast orbs in the flesh was almost a transcendent experience.

I recovered my momentary disorientation and continued. "As I predicted, you are indeed failing to wear a bra. While your breasts are certainly most attractive, Miss Pratt, the school dress code does require girls to wear proper undergarments when in the public areas. Though I suspect that we will need to get you resized; as many of our students find, they have some additional growing yet."

I reached for her skirt. "Now are you wearing any underwear at all?" I tugged her skirt off her hips and down to mid-thigh.

 

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• Mar 25, 2015

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Emily

This is not happening. This is not happening. This is all a very strange, bad dream. This is not fucking happening. The words kept repeating over and over in my head, from the moment Dr. Trask’s fist made contact with my midsection, bringing me to my knees, and continuing as he carried me into a hidden room behind his office. Even when he lay me on my back and tied my hands and feet down to the padded table so that I was spread-eagled and completely immobile, I just kept hearing those words and willing myself to wake up, safe in my own bed. Dr. Trask’s deep voice cut through my thoughts but I didn’t want to hear them and turned my head away, pulling at my restraints. Then he slapped me across the face. Hard.

"Do not refuse a command from me again, Miss Pratt."

The combination of shock and pain brought tears to my eyes and whatever nervousness I had felt upon initially meeting the Dean now turned to something colder and more concrete - fear.

“Please,” I whispered. I was trying to catch my breath enough to get the sentence please don’t hurt me out, but before I could manage it, he ripped my dress down the middle, freeing my large breasts from the flimsy fabric which tore like tissue paper in his massive hands.

I didn’t like being naked. Even when last year’s boyfriend and I drunkenly and clumsily lost our virginity to each other, I had kept my bra on and the rest of my body under the sheets. In clothes - even the smallest of them - I felt somehow contained and protected. And now I was completely exposed to the gaze of this stranger who looked more like he belonged on a football field than in an academic institution. He took his time drinking in the sight of my naked breasts and then deliberately tugged the remnants of my dress over my hips, exposing the white cotton panties that were the only part of the school uniform I had bothered to put on.

Instinctively, I tried to bring my legs together, but the straps holding them in place kept them wide apart no matter how hard I struggled against them. I realized with growing terror that whatever this man planned to do to me, I would be utterly helpless to stop him. It was exactly as he had said - I was not in control and I would have no choice but to obey.

I tried to think clearly. There had to be a way out of this! “Listen,” I said, “I’ll… I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll be a good student, I promise. And I won’t tell anyone about any of this, not my dad not Daniels, not the cops. Just let me go and no one has to find out or get in trouble. Please, Dr. Trask, please let me go.” I hated to sound like I was begging, but I was crying in earnest now and even I could hear the desperation in my voice.

The Dean paused to scrutinize me for a moment, the expression on his chiseled face completely unreadable. I pleaded with him silently, my big blue eyes wide and wet with tears. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and lifting my head as much as I could, I saw that it was Ms. Franklin with Nikki in tow. My redheaded roommate’s hair was tousled and she looked a bit disoriented, as if she had just been woken up. I couldn’t help but notice that she was still naked, just as she had been when she attacked me, but that had been in the privacy of our dorm room and this was out in the open in front of Ms. Franklin and Dr. Trask.

Surprise was evident on Ms. Franklin’s face and I seized the opportunity. “Ms. Franklin, help me!” I cried. She approached the table with pursed lips and then said, “I know Daniels recommended her for our specialized program, Jacob, but isn’t this moving a bit too fast? Are you sure she’s ready for it?”

 

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• Mar 26, 2015

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Nikki
I awoke abruptly, my heart racing. My shoulder was being violently shaken and someone was calling my name.

"What? What? What's going on?" I sputtered, blinking in the unexpectedly bright room. My eyes focused on my assailant. "Ms. Franklin?"

"Ah, finally," she spat, clearly irritated. "Get up. Now."

Beside me, Liz also stirred. We'd collapsed in bed together, so her arm was still across my midsection. "Nikki, what's going on?"

"Nikki has been summoned," Ms. Franklin declared. "And if she doesn't get moving this instant, I may drag just drag her there by her hair."

Though I wasn't sure Ms. Franklin was strong enough to make good on her threat, but the look in her eyes suggested she might be angry enough to try. "Okay, okay," I grumbled as I pushed the sheets aside and planted my feet on the floor.

"Jesus! You're naked!" Ms. Franklin declared testily. Despite her obvious disapproval, I noted that her eyes lingered on my naked chest. I felt a glimmer of pride; I'd been on the treatment for awhile now and it was nice to see that the results were being noticed.

I moved towards my dresser to get clean underwear, but Ms. Franklin grabbed my forearm. "No, there's no time!" she groused. She grabbed a blanket off the bed and threw it over my shoulders. "Use this. The halls are empty at this hour, so no one will see."

Reluctantly, I did as instructed. I had to clutch the blanket closed with one hand, but my nudity was mostly concealed.

Ms. Franklin grabbed hold of my shoulder and began propelling me forward. She directed me down the hallways at a quick pace. I considered asking where we were going, but the way she kept angrily muttering under her breath made me hold my tongue.

I didn't begin to get nervous till we took the elevator to the fourth floor. Fear set in when she pushed me into the outer office of Dr. Trask. I started to stammer out a question, but she merely growled and shoved me in front of Trask's secretary.

"Wait," the blonde said, holding up a hand. "She won't be needing this." She gripped my blanket and pulled away. I knew better than to resist; on this floor, you obeyed. "Alright, you two can go in."

The next thing I knew, I was standing in a room that seemed part medical exam room and part bedroom. The room was dimly lit, but a pool of white light illuminated a table off to one side. A nearly naked girl was tied spread eagle on it, naked save for a pair of white cotton panties. "Emily?" I gasped incredulously.

Emily paid me no mind. “Ms. Franklin, help me!” she cried.

Ms. Franklin ignored her. "I know Daniels recommended her for our specialized program, Jacob, but isn’t this moving a bit too fast? Are you sure she’s ready for it?”

Out of the shadows, a huge figure loomed. Oh God, it was him! I'd met Dr. Trask before, but he'd remained seated behind his desk each time. He'd been scary even then, but seeing his looming frame at full height made me shiver.

The ebony tower stepped around the table. He gazed calmly at Ms. Franklin with those dark, serious eyes. "Claire," he said pleasantly, his deep bass almost palpable. "What have I told you about protocol?"

I never saw him move. One moment his right arm was at his side and the next it was held across his chest. In the interim, there was a sharp crack and Ms. Franklin tumbled to the floor.

I bit my lip to keep from squealing. You weren't supposed to make noise on this floor. Not without permission. I also vaguely noted that my nipples were hard as rocks.

Ms. Franklin rose to her knees. Her face had gone pale, save for the hand-shaped red spot covering her cheek. "P-please forgive me, Dr. Trask," she pleaded. "It won't happen again!"

God, even she was scared of him! I clenched my fists till the nails dug into the palm to keep myself from crying.

Trask tilted his head towards the door. "Leave us."

Ms. Franklin scrambled to her feet and fled. I desperately wanted to follow.

Then Trask's eyes locked on me. I had to fight the urge not to drop to my knees. At the same time, I felt my a bloom of heat between my thighs. "Emily says that you touched her sexually. Is this true, Nikki?"

I cast my eyes down. Is that what this was about? But why would he care? And why was Emily half-naked? But it was not my place to question. Here, I must obey. "I-I, y-yes," I stammered. "Yes Sir, I did."

"Was it her breasts, Nikki? Emily does have nice breasts, doesn't she?"

I nodded, feeling tears start to leak from the corner of my eyes. "Yes, Sir, they are beautiful."

"But Emily says she didn't want to be touched by you. Is that true, Emily? Did she tell you to stop?"

I closed my eyes, sending a fresh trickle of tears down my cheeks. "Yes, Sir," I nodded.

"I've told Emily that we don't allow that kind of behavior at this school. Tell Emily what happens to girls who misbehave."

I took a shuddering breath. "They get punished." The warmth between my thighs increased. I could feel blood pooling, my labia starting to swell.

"That's right. So you know what happens now."

I nodded wordlessly. I was definitely shivering now.

Trask pointed to a spot near the head of the table. "Assume the position where Emily can watch."

I walked to the designated spot and turned my back to her. I then bent at the waist and grabbed my ankles. I felt so exposed. My naked rear was just a couple feet from Emily, my entire sex on display. Yet I could feel my nether lips swell, the inner ones no doubt turning a vibrant pink.

The waiting was the hardest part. I heard Trask move and open a drawer. He then stepped near me. The room was silent save for the sound of my heart thudding in my ears.

I heard the crack of leather across my buttocks. The pain hit almost immediately. I gasped aloud. Oh, how it stung.

The second blow hit lower, but hurt just as much. I cried out, the tears flowing freely now. So was my pussy; a few warm dollops escaped my vagina and trickled down my inner thigh.

I braced for a third blow, but instead Trask spoke. "Punishment should be appropriate for the misbehavior. Emily, how many more strikes do you think Nikki deserves?"

 

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Emily

CRACK. The paddle in Dr. Trask’s hand landed squarely on Nikki’s ass and she gasped audibly as her skin turned bright pink before my eyes. Gone was the cocky, redheaded vixen I had met earlier in the day and in her place stood a frightened, shivering girl, bent at the waist and trying unsuccessfully to hold back tears.

CRACK. Trask brought the paddle down again and Nikki screamed. I wanted to shut out the entire scene, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. With her naked ass and glistening sex not three feet away from my face, I couldn’t help but see that despite the fear in her voice, her pussy was dripping wet! As I watched the moisture trickling down her thighs, I began to feel the same uncomfortable tingling between my own legs that I had felt describing what Liz and Nikki had done to me to Daniels. It was almost laughable how badly I had wanted to get out of his office then and how badly I wished I was back there now. Or that I was anywhere but here. I closed my eyes and began repeating my refrain in my head again. This is not happening. This cannot be happening.

“Emily, how many more strikes do you think Nikki deserves?"

The sound of my name brought me back to reality. “I… I don’t know,” I mumbled, pulling at my restraints even though I already knew an easy escape was not in the cards for me. I felt rather than saw Dr. Trask’s dark eyes on me and the intensity of his stare was enough to still my movements. I forced myself to take a deep breath and focused on the long legs and shapely buttocks before me. I could hear Nikki sniffling, her entire body tense with what was probably a mix of humiliation, anticipation and… arousal? I was in no better position than she myself, but nevertheless, I felt a glimmer of satisfaction seeing her vulnerability with the rest of her punishment in my hands.

“Actually.. I think she deserves five,” I said. “And five more for Liz because there’s no way she would have been able to.. um, touch me the way she did if you hadn’t held me down!”

“Ten!” Nikki whirled around to face me, her face as red as her ass. “That’s not fair! We were just fooling around and besides, it’s obvious that you liked it! Dr. Trask, please - “ she began but then quickly shrank back as Trask approached the bed, paddle in hand. Even I unconsciously pulled away from him as much as my bindings would allow, the memory of our violent contact still fresh in my memory. Without another word, Nikki slowly turned around and resumed her position, giving me a clear view of the rosy cheeks of her round ass. If two strikes brought that much colour to her skin, what would ten strikes do? I began to regret playing along with Dr. Trask’s game. As I stared at my roommate’s quivering body, I understood with sudden heavy certainty it was not a game I could ever win.

 

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• #9

Nikki
“Ten!” I squealed. How dare this bitch treat me like that?! “That’s not fair! We were just fooling around and besides, it’s obvious that you liked it! Dr. Trask, please -"

I turned to face him, whereupon the words died in my mouth. His face had changed very little, but the narrowing of the eyes suggested I had overstepped. I could feel the blood drain from my face as his dark eyes swallowed me. For a moment I was frozen, like a cornered mouse; mercifully I regained my senses enough to realize what I needed to do: assume the position.

Trask said nothing, but his first blow fell just after I grabbed my ankles. I bit my lip to contain my desire to whimper. The tears began to flow yet again down my cheeks.

I counted the hits in my head as they fell. Two. Three. How could she have done this to me? Four. Five. It wasn't like she'd hated it. Six. Seven. Until she let her inner prude take over, she'd been into it. Eight. Nine. Her pussy had gotten damp - I'd felt it. Ten.
I whimpered at the last one. I'd made it. My entire ass glowed with heat; I half expected the room to be bathed in a pale pink. But mercifully, I'd survived.

Except it wasn't over. Trask set down the paddle, but his hands instead went to his belt. I shuddered. Was I about to see Dr. Trask's mighty cock? Rumor was that it absolutely gargantuan, like a fucking baseball bat. Probably exaggeration, but my eyes fell to his crotch. Beneath the dark wool of his pants, it was clear that something heavy lurked.

But Trask didn't drop his trousers. Instead, he tugged the belt free of the loops. And doubled it over, holding both ends in his right hand. I began to shiver uncontrollably.

Trask

"Now Nikki, you've had your punishment for Emily's mistreatment. But you know how I feel about disrespect. Speaking to me as you did just now...." I clucked my tongue disapprovingly. "Unacceptable."

I swung my arm swiftly. The black leather cracked like thunder against her round ass. Nikki screeched in pain.

I followed up with a second and third. The paddle I'd uses before dispersed its kinetic energy over a wide area, resulting in limited transfer to the deeper tissues. Basically it stung, but left no lasting injury.

The paddle stung, but the belt hurt.

I lashed the back of her thighs with the fourth and fifth. The belt was both narrower and heavier. Where it struck, the the already pink skin turned a deep crimson red. By morning, it would turn a deep purple as the bruise developed. Nikki would certainly have difficulty sitting for the near future.

I set the belt on a counter and helped Nikki to stand upright. Tears coursed down her cheeks and her mouth was open as she wailed like a little girl. I pulled her in close and she clung to me, sobbing.

"There, there," I said, stroking her hair. "It's all over now. You took your punishment well. That's good."

When her cries had slowed, I pushed her back so I could look her in the eye. "Now Nikki, could you help me with something?"

The redhead nodded eagerly.

"Good. Before you arrived, Emily here was being rather impertinent. She was upset, of course, but what does this school expect of its students?"

"Discipline, sir."

"Very good. We're going to give her a lesson in that." I pulled open another drawer and retrieved a white and lavender vibrator. The phallus portion was about 4 inches in length and attached to a short handle featuring a few controls for varying the vibration. I handed it to Nikki, who looked at it gleefully.

"Emily needs to practice discipline. Controlling one's self is key to success. So we'll test her." I put my hands on Nikki's waist and lifted her easily into the air. I deposited her on the table where she straddled Emily's thighs.

"Nikki, I want you to use that to make Emily cum. Emily, I want you not to cum. If you do, you'll receive the same punishment that Nikki did. Let's see if you can hold out for 10 minutes. Begin."

Nikki flicked a switch at the base and the vibrator buzzed to life. A determined look on her face, the redhead rested the silicone phallus on Emily's mound, letting the vibration seep into the tender flesh. She began to gradually draw it lower, heading inexorably for her pussy.

 

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• Apr 9, 2015

• #10

Emily

Everything was moving too fast. One minute Nikki was next to me, screaming, as Trask’s belt came down again and again on her ass and thighs. Then she was in his arms, sobbing, as he stroked her hair. And now she was on top of me, her thighs pressing into mine, her warm, moist sex just inches from my own. Her face was still tearstained, her eyes glassy and wet, but it was the expression in them that brought goosebumps to my skin - hard determination to achieve the goal Trask had set for her, and beneath that, a dark heat that glowed like the embers of a freshly stoked fire.

The only sounds in the room were the low hum of the vibrator in Nikki’s hand and my own heavy breathing. Slipping it under my panties, she pressed it to the flesh between my legs and I gasped at the sensation. Although my friends and I had spent plenty of time giggling over the giant dildos, silicone buttholes, and shocking array of whips, chains, and other bizarre sex things that the freaks of the world used to torment each other, none of us actually had the courage to buy any such things for ourselves. If we had ever talked honestly about our sex lives, we probably would have quickly realized that we were each just as clueless as the others, but all we did was joke around, casually dropping hints about our “well hung” boyfriends and our (mostly fabricated) sexual adventures. Oh, I knew how to make myself cum - but it was something I did quietly, alone in my bed or in the bath, where I could close my eyes and let my fingers and imagination work their combined magic.

There was nothing imaginary, however, about what happening to me now - it was all a little too real. Nikki dragged the tip of the vibrator down over my hooded clit, causing a jolt of electric pleasure to course through my body, then further still, over my slit and back up again. Pulling it free of my underwear, she held it up and all three of us could see that it was shiny with moisture. Nikki smiled. “You’re going to make this nice and easy for me, aren’t you?” she said.

I watched as she flicked a switch on the vibrator’s base to turn it off and then took all four inches into her mouth, closing her lips where the phallus ended and the handle began. She began to suck it, just as she might a hard cock, coating it in saliva. Then I felt the wet smoothness of the head between my legs again. She paused for a moment to look me straight in the eyes, then shoved it inside of me and turned the thing back on. I cried out at the invasion, instinctively trying to pull my legs together, but of course, I remained bound in place.

The vibrator probably was not all that different in size from my boyfriend’s dick - the only dick I had ever had inside me - but it felt strange nevertheless. She began fucking me with it, twisting it and pressing it into my pussy walls, so that I felt its vibrations with increasing intensity with every move of her hand. I closed my eyes and arched my hips a little as the pleasure began to build.

“You like it, don’t you, you little slut?” I heard Nikki ask.

Her voice brought me back to reality. What had Trask said? If I came, I would receive the same punishment as Nikki. I wasn’t sure if that meant the paddle or the belt or both, but I was entirely sure I didn’t want to find out.

“Stop,” I croaked.

“Excuse me?” she replied.

“Stop,” I said more forcefully, lifting my head as much as I could off of the padded table. “I mean, it’s not going to work, so you might as well stop.”

Nikki laughed and swiped a finger between my pussy lips. It came away slick with my juices and she licked it clean with a smug smile. “Oh, I think it’s working just fine,” she said.

“Don’t get me wrong, it feels good,” I said, letting my head fall back and trying to keep my tone even. “But it won’t make me cum.”

Nikki’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure about that?”

My eyes darted to Dr. Trask’s shadowy figure watching the scene he had constructed play out in front of him. “Yes,” I answered. “Like I told you, girls don’t do anything for me. I.. I can only cum... with a man.” I had to be crazy basically inviting Trask to touch me sexually, but I understood more clearly than ever that neither Headmaster Daniels nor Ms. Franklin would be of any help to me. If I wanted to get out of here in one piece, it was the Dean’s favour I would have to win.

I saw the doubt flicker across Nikki’s pretty face and I gritted my teeth against the pleasure radiating from between my legs. She had to be running out of time. If only I could hold out for a few more minutes!

Suddenly Nikki leaned forward, her breasts large and soft against mine, her breath warm in my ear. At the same time, she pulled the vibrator from my pussy and switching it to a higher speed, pressed it directly to my clit. “Give in to it, Emily,” she whispered. She was sucking gently on my earlobe, one hand holding the vibrator in place, the other slipping between us to pinch each of my nipples. I couldn’t fight this.

I began to thrash beneath her as much as my restraints and her weight on top of me would allow - which wasn’t much - but I wanted to make my resistance clear. “Stop!” I cried. “Please stop! Stop.. oh god.. oh fuck.. please..” I wasn’t making sense and I didn’t care. I was past the point of coherence. At the last second, Nikki sat up and shooting me a wicked smile, switched the vibrator buzzing away on my swollen clit to its highest setting and pushed three fingers into my hot and dripping pussy. The increased clitoral stimulation combined with the penetration pushed me over the edge and I screamed as the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced was forced from my body.

I lay there, breathless and covered in a sheen of sweat, as Nikki climbed off of me and turned the vibrator off, leaving the three of us in deafening silence.

 

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• Apr 15, 2015

• #11

Trask
I chuckled as I approached the table. "As I expected, you show a remarkable lack of self control, Emily. Was that truly the best that you could do? Did you hold out as long as you could?"

I let the rhetorical questions hang in the air. We all knew Emily had failed despite giving it all she had.

"I bet you think you at least gave a respectable effort," I continued. "You probably think you almost made it."

I extended my left arm in front of her face. The Omega on my wrist was worth a year's tuition. I pointed to the crystal. "Two minutes, thirty-six seconds. That's all you managed. Had I let Nikki continue, I expect you would have climaxed twice more in the time allotted."

I withdrew my arm and leaned over her. "You prove my point almost effortlessly. You have a pathetic lack of control. You shall require special training. I intend to see to it. . .personally."

I turned to Nikki. "It's time for Emily's punishment. I think the same number of strikes that I awarded you is a fair number, don't you?"

Nikki nodded eagerly, her pert breasts jiggling with excitement.

I grabbed Emily by the shoulders and flipped her facedown on the table. I took up the paddle, then extended my arm. "Nikki, for your reward, I will let you do the honors."

Nikki
I actually came a little when Dr. Trask handed me the paddle. He was going to let me assist him? I shuddered slightly as my fingers slipped around the wooden handle. A warm trickle of my juices ran down my thigh.

I stepped to the table. Emily's round butt hovered in the air like a ripe peach. Oh, I was going to enjoy this.

I let swing with as much force as I could muster. It wasn't anything compared to Dr. Trask - he looked like he could bench press a car - but it was enough to make the bitch squeal.

"One."

Trask's voice rumbled like a distant stampede. My pussy got warm just from the sound. How I wanted to please him. I needed to make each of these blows count - to prove myself worthy. I reared back and swung again.