Welcome to Finishing School

[SirPrize]

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Mr. Willard had been head master of Smithick’s finishing academy these past ten years: “Producing tomorrow’s confident young ladies” as the advert laughingly proclaimed. In actual fact Smithick’s took girls who had frittered away their secondary schooling and had not achieved the marks required for admittance into university. In the most cases they were delinquent, bratty students who had balked at schoolwork, defied their parents, refused authority, and basically squandered their chance at education. They all came from wealthy parents who could afford to board their little darlings at this academy for one grueling year.

He had just finished a standard interview with a pair of concerned parents and apathetic young miss who popped gum and stared out the window with complete lethargy. He had explained to them that rules were strictly enforced at this school and that their Lisa, would spend the entire year within the confines of the campus. No dates, no trips, no dances, she would be home for the Christmas and Spring Breaks but her whole year would be dedicated to improving her grades. If Lisa could handle the freedom, she would not be here would she? It would be her last chance.

“Lisa has both disobeyed and disrespected the pair of you. She will not be allowed that privilege here. We employ corporal punishment if necessary. Each year we have a 100% success rate. Except for the two visits home, she will not communicate with you, no letters, no telephone calls. She must be left completely in our charge. She will have no external court of appeal. She has no doubt played the two of you like a violin for years and would try it again. These are the rules. If you chose to send her here they will be STICTLY enforced.”

Even as he delivered this set speech, the girls pretty blue eyes rolled back in derision. She sighed and puffed at his words. She obviously believed that she could convince her parents to forget this stupid place; or, she had never before confronted a real disciplinarian. Mr. Willard pictured her delectable bottom stretched over his lap and he with his infamous leather strap in his hand. He would change that expression permanently, in their first session.

The school was empty now except for himself and the janitorial staff. Each year every young lady graduated and each September, a new crop of darlings arrived. They always arrived, rebellious, derogatory, challenging. Mr. Willard and his hand picked staff loved September. These bratty young delinquents were completely at their mercy: caning, spankings, special attention sessions were carried out throughout the academy. A fresh crop of young trainees always excited the entire institution.

 

[SirPrize]

Willard now sat with Lisa’s file on his desk. He began to read her student records. He looked at the pretty face staring defiantly at him from the school snap shot. He closed his eyes and pictured her lithe athletic body once more. His hand wandered to his erect penis and he gave it a squeeze. He hoped he had found this years special project she was just the delicious spoiled little vixen that Willard loved. He returned to reading of her misdemeanors, her rebellion, some of her exploits and smiled at the familiar story. He pictured those perky little tits, his to explore, the tight, toned ass, his to spank. He envisioned her in the school uniform, bent over his knee. Yes, he had a project he was giving his dick a few extra squeezes when he was shocked by the door opening up a crack and Lisa’s father, Mr. Sullivan, stuck his head in the door.

“I know this is a terrible imposition, and may not be possible at all, but Mrs. Sullivan and I are off to France next week. I realize that school doesn’t start for two weeks. Is there any way that she could start early?…. Before the other girls get here……Money is no object.” Willard did his best to look exasperated. He had met this type of parents before. They would do anything to rid themselves of the difficult child. No questions….lots of money..Under the desk, Willard's cock grew stiffer.

“Well, the school is in the process of being cleaned. I don’t know where she could stay. There is my guest room but, no that would be highly irregular. No, no, It just won’t do.” Willard complained.

Mr. Sullivan took out a checkbook and signed a blank check. He handed it to Willard. “It would be deeply appreciated.” He smiled at the head master.

“Well she’d have to come in tomorrow morning, it’s the only free time I have for the rest of the week. If she starts, Mr. Sullivan, then she starts. No communication. You cannot see her till Christmas. I will start her working and conforming immediately.

Mr. Sullivan could not get out of the office fast enough. He was afraid Willard might change his mind. “I’ll tell her tonight. She’ll be here at 8 o’clock tomorrow morning.” He shut the door and was gone. Willard smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Come into my parlor,” he spoke with a grin.

 

[little_golden]

Lisa Sullivan was furious at the world and her parents. She'd been in all sorts of trouble back from boys, to drugs, to stealing, to wild parties and even stealing her dad's limo. Her parents kept telling her that they'd be doing something about it but Lisa had continued to push their buttons and abusing them with her back talk.

Dad had insisted they talk a little family trip to let things cool off at school since she had been suspended for fighting and using drugs. Lisa didn't care about school or adults, since she lived in a fast world with her own friends and where the good times always rolled thanks to the fast and easy cash of mommy and daddy.

Lisa had never put the flyer about the far away boarding school into her brain. She had seen the flyer about "Producing tomorrow’s confident young ladies” as just another idle threat of her parents. If they sent her, she figured she would quickly get kicked out and end up at home with her wild friends. She had no idea it was a tough turnaround school and she wouldn't be the one running things.

Sure enough, her parents had warned her about turning 18 and no longer being able to get away with things. Lisa hadn't listened to their warnings. She was a taker and she had used them for years to get what she wanted.

Lisa blew bubbles from a big blob of gum in her mouth. She was pretending not to listen as she sat on a little bench several feet from her parents and some head master type gentlemen. She had avoided the formal introductions and listened as he rambled on about this and that:

"...rules were strictly enforced .... the entire year within the confines of the campus.... No dates, no trips, no dances, ..... last chance."

"Whatever" Lisa mocked the three of them as she rolled her big blue eyes to the back of her head. She sat on the bench in a pair of tight designer jeans and a skimpy white tank top. She was thin and athletic looking. Lisa stood 5'6 and weight 99 pounds. Her figure was eye catching at 36C-26-35. Today, Lisa wore her long blonde hair down and loose so it stretched the the middle of her back. The tight designer jeans showed off her delicious ass to anyone who cared to look. The skimpy white top had one word in bright red - "Bitch". Her tummy was fully exposed and her big hard nipples pressed at the fabric. Lisa licked to shock people and by refusing to wear undergarments - was just another way of doing so.

Lisa tuned out for several minutes as she plotted how long it would take to get expelled this time. When she drifted back in she head the serious looking man tell her parents:

“Lisa has both disobeyed and disrespected the pair of you. She will not be allowed that privilege here. We employ corporal punishment if necessary..."

The words corporal punishment stuck in her mind but she was sure it was all a bluff.

"Yeah right" Lisa mumbled.

Lisa figured since the school year was still a few weeks away she'd have time to "be sweet" and to manipulate her parents into changing their minds like so many times before. She'd tone it down for a few weeks. Keep her boyfriends out of her bedroom and not get arrested.

Lisa popped another bubble. Looking over to Mr. Williard she knew he had her whole academic and athletic file. Before getting mixed up in the drugs, booze, and party scene Lisa had been great at cross country running, badminton, soccer and dancing.

The interview seemed over though Lisa hadn't said more than a few words. She had no idea what the school uniform was, or what the courses might be or even what type of dorms they'd be living in. She didn't want to ask since she was sure she'd be getting out of the whole mess.

Lisa was stunned when her dad turned back to Mr. Williard and asked:

“I know this is a terrible imposition, and may not be possible at all, but Mrs. Sullivan and I are off to France next week. I realize that school doesn’t start for two weeks. Is there any way that she could start early?…. Before the other girls get here……Money is no object.”


"What?" Lisa spoke up in protest.

"I wanted to go shopping in Paris. Mommy promised."


The tone went quiet and Lisa couldn' hear the rest of the discussion. But then Mr. Williard delighted her when he announced:

“Well, the school is in the process of being cleaned. I don’t know where she could stay. There is my guest room but, no that would be highly irregular. No, no, It just won’t do.” Willard complained.

"Too bad" Lisa laughed to her mother.

"I'm going to Paris".

But after a few more quiet seconds between her father and Mr. Sullivan she was shocked when Mr. Williard announced:

“Well she’d have to come in tomorrow morning, it’s the only free time I have for the rest of the week. If she starts, Mr. Sullivan, then she starts. No communication. You cannot see her till Christmas. I will start her working and conforming immediately."

Her father left the office saying:

“I’ll tell her tonight. She’ll be here at 8 o’clock tomorrow morning.”

The limo ride back to the hotel was a little unnerving. Lisa had refused to talk to both her parents. In her own hotel room, she pouted at her parents decision. Seeing the school brochure on her bed, she decided it was time to figure out this school.

"No dates.... No this... No that... School uniforms... no maid service.... no leaving the school campus... corporal punishment.... This is a hell hole" Lisa read out the highlights.

Ignoring her parents in their suite next door, Lisa decided she'd stay up late, watch some movies on the hotel channel, clean out the liquor fridge and smoke some pot. Somewhere around 4 a.m. she passed out in a deep slumber. Unknown to her, her parents had flown out in the previous night. A maid had packed up her clothes and other odds and ends, and then the butler had loaded them into the limo and dropped her off right into Mr. Willard's parlor at the school lobby.

Lisa was still scratching her head since her brain was in a fog. The maid had helped her into a rather plain looking black dress and a pair of black heels. Her hair was a mess and her makeup wasn't even on. She was half asleep, and sitting on six bags of luggage and unwittingly waiting for Mr. Williard.

 

[SirPrize]

Willard spent the evening picturing his 'Lisa Sullivan', trapped in his house, under his rule, unencumbered by prying eyes and questioning busybodies. He checked the oaken door to the guestroom. It had a large wrought iron clasp on the outside. He would definitely have to confine her. Almost every delinquent girl who came into Smithicks tried to bolt. He would not allow this one to escape.

He remembered her sauciness; her arrogance and he smiled. She had been allowed every impertinence by her parents. She had ruled the household and kept her parents and teachers at their wits end. “Sex, drugs and rock and roll,” he snickered to himself.

Mastering her would be an absolute joy. She expected decency, politeness, understanding from all adults while she blatantly abused all of their rights. What a surprise she had coming to her. He closed his eyes and saw her in her tight little “Bitch” blouse, her painted on jeans. He smiled at the delicious little package: the erect and tantalizing nipples, the round and ample breasts, the spectacular full ass, the flowing sensual blonde hair. He again reached into his trousers and fondled himself. God he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. He slept fitfully in a state of arousal most of the night.

He awoke early and headed over to his office. Again he took out Lisa’s file and reread it. The photo and the descriptions fed his fantasies. He planned to have her over his knee at the first infraction. The poor dear was in for a difficult day. Willard could not wait for it all to begin.

At precisely eight o’clock Willard heard a scurrying in the parlor of the school. He heard Lisa railing at her butler and the cabby as they unloaded her suitcases. He allowed them ten minutes to leave and then he strolled into the parlor. Looking disheveled, unkempt and totally sexy Lisa sat on her luggage wearing a plain black dress and heels. She looked bored, annoyed, and petulant. Willard loved it.

He rushed by her and tossed a comment over his shoulder. “Follow me young lady. I will have your luggage taken care of. Hurry now I have a lot to do today.” She muttered something but he kept striding at a quick pace and she had to run to catch up to him. “Your mother phoned in your sizes and we have your school uniform ready. You will not spend any time out of uniform except for sleeping and sporting activities.” It seemed that she was raising protest already but he strode across campus so quickly that he could not hear her complain.

He burst through his own front door and continued on up the stairs. He held the guestroom door ajar, turned and waited for her to climb the stairs. “You will change into the uniform NOW. I’ll wait here to see how it fits.” He stared at her pretty face in a defiant manner and waited her reaction.

 

[little_golden]

Lisa had no idea that Mr. Willard wasn't the type of headmaster she had been expecting. She was so messed up and tired she didn't fully appreciate that her parents were gone and that the butler was gleefully dropping her and her baggage off. It took a while for Mr. Williard to show up and she had almost fallen asleep. It was boring waiting and the clock on the wall seemed to tick so loudly it hurt her head. The seconds and minutes went by ever so slowly.

Suddenly Mr. Williard arrived in a whirlwind and rather than welcoming her, he simply announced as he walked by her:


“Follow me young lady. I will have your luggage taken care of. Hurry now I have a lot to do today.”

"Slow down..." Lisa started to mumble but Mr. Williard was walking so fast she had to run to keep up. The running had the effect of waking her up and the reality that she was at school made her a little uneasy, but she figured she would have a few easy weeks until school actually started.

Mr. Williard told her very directly:

“Your mother phoned in your sizes and we have your school uniform ready. You will not spend any time out of uniform except for sleeping and sporting activities.”

"But..." Lisa started to protest.

"School doesn't start...." she continued but she was quickly silenced by Mr. Williard simple action of quickening his steps as if he wasn't listening at all to her complaints and protests.

Lisa had no idea where they were going. She had never had a tour of the campus or the dorm areas. When Mr. Williard finally slowed down she was inside a smaller campus building and up a flight of stairs. There was a room he was pointing to and she quickly entered it as he explained:

"“You will change into the uniform NOW. I’ll wait here to see how it fits.”

"Yes Sir!" she mocked him as if she was some Private in the army or something. She pretended to march into the bedroom. She slowly closed the door. Looking inside the room, she found the light switch, and saw a big double bed, and a lovely set of matching furniture. The roomed seemed very nice for a dorm and she had no idea it was the headmaster's guest room.

On the bed, Lisa saw the school uniform. It looked hideous to her. It was a green plaid mini-skirt and a fitted white blouse. There was a matching green vest, a green jacket, and a green tie with the school's logo on it. There was a pair of green knee high stockings and a simple pair of green shoes.

"Oh these are ugly!" Lisa murmured loud enough for Mr. Williard to hear.

"What the hell" Lisa added as she slipped out of her dress. It took her a few minutes to change into the school uniform. The white blouse seemed a little tight. The mini-skirt reached an inch above her knee and seemed very conservative. She didn't worry about not having or wearing a bra or panties. The green stockings were gross to look at and she was terrified that someone might see her wearing them and report her to the fashion police. With reluctance she pulled on the stockings and the shoes. To push Mr. Williard she left three buttons to her blouse undone so her cleavage was very apparent. She left her blouse hanging out too.

Lisa emerged from her little room to be inspected by Mr. Williard. She had no idea whether he wanted her to wear the vest or jacket or tie.

 

[SirPrize]

First Willard was startled by her sexuality as she opened the door. First he ogled her spectacular tits. The tight fitting blouse with the top few buttons unfastened revealed full round and firm breasts her nipples were outlined tantalizingly and Willard almost began salivating at the sight. Her blouse was untucked and her beautifully etched bum pushed hypnotically against her shirt tail.

As she saucily began to brush by him he snatched her by the wrist and easily tucked her under his strong arm. He calculated that she must weigh just a little over a hundred pounds and he could weild her like a rag doll. Miss Sullivan was in for the surprise of her young life, he thought. In an instant he was sitting on the bed, he had her over his left knee. With his left hand he pressed down on her back between the shoulder blades. His right leg pinned both of her shapely things. Her shirt had fallen over her head and Willard admired her naked back. He could see the curvature of her left breast and marveled at its erotic swaying firmness.

Lisa's feet were kicking like a swimmers but to no avail. It only displayed her tight ass more prominently. She cursed, threatened, invoked the police, her parents, pleaded, begged, all in an uninterrupted string of abuse. But she was held immobile.

Willard locked his legs at the ankles and applied more pressure to her trapped thighs. His strong left hand pressed hard on her naked back. Her hands were splayed out on the floor in a push-up position and she was rendered immobile. Willard had dont this many times and knew how to produce this desired effect.

How delightful to see her reduced to this. He flipped her skirt over her protruding ass. She now began to scream about his perversion, about rape, the police, jail. He merely admired the beautiful orbs before him: the panty covered crack of her ass, the gathered silk about her cunt which peeked seductively from between her thighs. SLAP! his powerful right hand delivered a blow to her exposed bottom. He knew she had never been hit that hard before. Probably, she had never been struck in her life. She screamed out in shock. SLAP! Another blow sent to the opposite cheek. Then he began to spank her in earnest.

He rained down a shower of slaps to her jiggling bum. After fifteen or twenty slaps her bum was now crimson her insults and threats had turned to sobs and pleas to stop. He stopped for a moment. Lisa went limp over his knee.
"First of all, I noticed your mocking tone as you entered the room. That will never happen again...." SLAP! I spoke then delivered five or six more punishing strikes to her flaming ass. "Second, you will never disrespect the uniform again..." SLAP! despite her pleading and begging she received ten more blows to her painful bottom. "You will be punished by me for every offense. You are no longer in charge Miss. Who is in charge?" I began to spank her again till she blurted out that I was in charge. Her sobs were more constant now.

Willard stared at her tortured ass so firm and youthful, so well muscled. He rested his hand on the beautiful shape and felt the warmth emitting from the spanking. He started to rub her gorgeous bottom. Lisa froze and realized what he was doing now and she renewed her struggling and verbal assault.

Willard once again began to spank her ass unmercifully, he continued even after she had collapsed in resignation. Finally he went back to stroking her delicious bum. She lay silent as he did so. He then pulled her panties together and into the crease of her ass. He wanted to admire the full view of her glowing bum. As he pulled them up high they also outlined her puffy tempting pussy. Next time he thought to himself he will rub that splendid little garden and feel her stunning tits. His raging hard on pressed into her hip as he thought of it. For now this was enough. This would keep him hard and on the edge all morning.

"This is how it will be Miss Sullivan, from now on... You will dress in full uniform and you will begin to read Wuthering Heights. It is on the bookshelf. I will be back for lunch, I warn you to be ready." Willard stood up abruptly and Lisa fell unceremoniously to the floor. He marched out the door and Lisa heard the locking bolt thrown to bar the door......

 

[little_golden]

Lisa knew that she might be pushing Mr. Williard a little bit with the way she wore her uniform. She hadn't seen all the school rules but figured one of the female teachers would whine if they knew she wasn't wearing undergarments under her uniform. But that would be weeks away since the school was still closed.

Moving to Mr. Williard's inspection, she inadvertently brushed a little closer to him than she intended. The blouse was tighter than she expected and she was sure her mom must have messed up the measurements. She never would have guessed that Mr. Williard had all the clothes ordered a little smaller that they were supposed to be.

"Ready for inspection... Mr. Willy... I mean Mr. Williard" Lisa said in saucy fashion.

To her surprise Mr. Willard snatched her by the wrist and easily tucked her under his strong arm.

"Hey... no touch!" Lisa started to protest but Mr. Williard shifted her about like she was a china doll.

"What are you doing?" Lisa questioned as Mr. Williard now held her over his left knee, while his left left hand pressed down on her back between the shoulder blades. Mr. Williard had effectively used his right leg to pin her down.

In the tumble, a button had popped and then as her head fell over the side of his knee, her blouse in turn tumbled partly over her head which exposed her pretty back, and forced her breasts to push against his leg.

"You can't do this! I've never been spanked!" Lisa protested as she realized what Mr. Williard was planning. It both terrified and excited her. In the back of her mind she figured he was bluffing, though she tried to wiggle away and kicked her legs.

"If you do this... I'll call the police... I'll call my parents... I'll sue you ass!" Lisa shouted in a panicky voice. She had no idea that Mr. Williard wasn't planning on returning her property that she had brought with her. She didn't have her cell phone and the only phone at the school was locked in his office.

"Damn you! Let me go.... You're hurting me!" Lisa continued her protests.
Though she struggled Mr. Williard applied more pressure and she exhausted herself in the struggle.

"No!" Lisa blurted out as Mr. Williard flipped up her mini-skirt to reveal her bare bottom.

"No... No.. no.... I'll call rape!" Lisa warned him but realized the futility of doing so since they were alone in the building and in the countryside.

Lisa could sense that Mr. Williard was tightening rather than loosening his grip.

SLAP!

Lisa was more stunned by the sound of the slap of his hand as it made hard contact with the soft flesh of her sweet bum. The pain registered seconds later. Lisa was furious that Mr. Williard had the absolute nerve to spank her as if she were a simple child rather than an 18 year old adult woman.

"Ouch!" she screamed.

SLAP!

"Ouch... you're hurting me!" Lisa yelled out.

SLAP! SLAP! .... SLAP!

Lisa was outraged and humiliated by Mr. Williard's repeated spanking on her bare ass. Both cheeks stung as he repeatedly spanked both sides in equal measure. She squirmed as she fought to get up with no success. Her breasts jiggled against his body as her body lifted from his knee in response to each slap on her soft ass.

After fifteen or slaps hard slaps to her ass, Lisa lost her will to resist hoping that he would sense that she had enough. Her ass was stinging and she had conflicting senses between pleasure and pain. Strangely, her nipples were rock hard and she felt a certain heat between her legs.

Mr. Williard was very stern but clear as he told her:

"First of all, I noticed your mocking tone as you entered the room. That will never happen again...."

SLAP!

"Ouch" Lisa mumbled he he spanked he delivered five or six more punishing strikes to her flaming ass.

Mr. Williard persisted:

"Second, you will never disrespect the uniform again..."

SLAP!

"Yes. Mr. Williard" Lisa pleaded in a soft voice.

Despite her pleading and begging, he spanked her another ten times as she sobbed.

Mr. Williard went on in a loud firm voice:

"You will be punished by me for every offense. You are no longer in charge Miss. Who is in charge?"

"You are... "Lisa mumbled hopeful to avoid furthers spankings.

Lisa felt relief since he stopped his assault of her rear end. It was stinging. She was eager for a cold shower to get some relief from the pain. She had no idea that Mr. Williard was staring at her very sore red bum. Lisa's eyes went wide as she felt Mr. Williard starting to rub her bum. She froze and then verbalized her outrage.

"What are you doing? That's creepy!" Lisa protested as she felt revulsion at his
touch.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Ouch!!! Please no..." Lisa begged as he restarted his beating of her. She squirmed for the first three blows and then went limp exhausted and feeling utterly helpless. This time as he resumed the rubbing and touching of her bum she didn't object or even move.

Since she wasn't wearing any panties, he was pleased to see her sweet pussy as he manipulated her on his knee. Lisa could fell his erection as she lay over his knee.

Mr. Williard was very clear:

"This is how it will be Miss Sullivan, from now on... You will dress in full uniform and you will begin to read Withering Heights. It is on the bookshelf. I will be back for lunch, I warn you to be ready."

"Yes Sir..." Lisa mumbled and then she fell to the floor with a thump for Mr. Willard stood up and she stumbled off his knee. As she gathered her senses and stood up, she heard the door locking from the other side.

"Oh God what I have I gotten myself into" she whispered to herself as she pulled down her top and readjusted her skirt. Quickly she did up the buttons to her blouse, except for the missing one. She tucked in her blouse. She slipped into the school vest and then the jacket since she was terrified to be out of complete uniform.

Quickly she grabbed the book and while she continued to sob, she began to read....

 

[little_golden]

It took twenty minutes to stop crying and during that period she had only read about ten pages of the book. Her bum was aching and she wished she could take that could shower. Locked in the room, there was no where to go and very little to do but sleep or read.

She took a break from reading and walked over to the big mirror on the dresser. Very carefully she pulled up the back of her skirt and looked at her bum in the mirror. Never in her whole had she seen a bum so red and sore looking. She was certain her bum would be black and blue the next day from all the spanking.

Deciding it would be easier to read on the bed on her tummy, she spread across the bed and resumed her reading. After three chapters, she fell asleep.....

 

[little_golden]

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IC:

Lisa awoke with a start. She half figured the whole school and Mr. Williard had been a very bad dream. As she wiped her eyes, her bum was still stinging, and she knew the horror she faced was indeed her reality.

Getting up from the soft bed, she made her way to the oak door. It was still locked. Lisa made a swift decision – she would escape. Searching around the room, she found a letter opener. Her nimble finger worked the letter opener in the old keyhole lock. It took her the better part of ten minutes before managed to unlock the door.

It was utter elation, as she opened the door to realize that the building was quiet. Slowly she crept around the hallway trying o figure out where she was. It didn’t seem to be a girls dormitory.

“Now where are my bags…. If I can get my cell phone… I’ll call a taxi and escape” Lisa whispered nervously to herself.