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There was a timid knock at the door and I looked down at the large planner on my desk to check my next appointment.
My lips curled into a slow smile as I realised that Courtney Bailey had arrived for her detention with me. I pulled the cord that rang the bell in Mr Chapel’s study; I would be needing his assistance before long.
Courtney Bailey… Three of her sisters had submitted to my methods over the years and I’d awaited her inevitable arrival at the school - and, subsequently, my study - with no small elation. The family seemed to excel at breeding feckless, but inordinately beautiful, girls, and Courtney was the loveliest of all.
She was also the last of them, sadly. I would be long retired by the time the next generation of disobedient Bailey girls might require the school’s corrective practices.
Two of her sisters had been suitably corrected and were now dutiful society wives. Catherine, the second to arrive at the school, had proved to be beyond redemption and was now permanently resident at some rehab facility or another. A shame, but I knew I had done all that I could to instil some discipline in her. Sadly, not all sinners can be saved.
There was a second, bolder, knock on the door and I shook myself out of my delightful reminiscences of the many hours that Catherine had spent submitting to the lashes of my cane. That girl could take more punishment than almost any other pupil I had disciplined.
Clearing my throat, I called out “Come in!” and waited for Courtney to appear.
The door slowly swung open, and there she was. Shuffling timidly in, unsure of exactly what awaited her. I wondered how much her sisters had prepared her for. Chelsea, her immediate predecessor had been more aware than I would have liked, removing some of the crucial element of surprise from events.
I’d called Chastity, the eldest, in for a refresher session two weeks after Chelsea’s admission to the school, to encourage her to exercise more discretion in her conversations with her sisters. She had left me battered and exhausted, but with the smile on her face that she always had after being fucked properly, and assuring me that Courtney would arrive entirely innocent of the school’s methods.
From the look on Courtney’s face, she seemed both confused and apprehensive - expressions that I was very used to seeing on the as-yet uninitiated students’ faces. Perhaps I was, indeed, to have the pleasure of having an entirely blank slate with which to work. Chastity would receive a very special reward from me if so.
It took everything I had not to rub my palms together in glee at the prospect of having another of the Bailey Sisters under my supervision.
Courtney had not received any correction from any of the other teachers so far. I had given explicit instructions that she was to be sent directly to me upon her first infraction. This was unusual. Usually, only the worst offenders were sent to me, as a last resort, but an exception had always been made for the reprimanding of the Bailey girls.
She had stopped about ten feet away from my desk, shifting nervously on the spot.
“Courtney,” I said, “Thank you for your prompt attendance. This bodes extremely well for our time together today.”
There was a sudden hard rap on the door. Courtney jumped a little, visibly startled. Her calf muscles clenched and I looked forward to seeing her whole body tense as I delivered my exacting corporal punishment to her.
“Chapel?” I shouted, not taking my eyes off Courtney, raking my gaze all over her body, at the tight curves of her exquisite form.
“Yes, Headmaster.”
“Come back in a few minutes, there’s a good man.”
“Very good, Headmaster,” he called through the door.
I wanted some time alone, unobserved, with Courtney before Chapel came in and busied himself with the recording equipment that would capture the majority of today’s session for my and my colleagues’ future enjoyment.
“I apologise, Courtney. So, where were we… Yes! Why have you been sent to me today?”
“It wasn’t fair, Headmaster!” her high-pitched American accent rang out across the room. I believe that nasal tone - also shared by all of her sisters - is referred to as ‘Valley Girl’. I find it profoundly irritating. She would have to moderate or it would be a ball-gag for her for many of our sessions together.
She carried on, her voice rising even higher with indignance, “I just had my phone out for a teeny, tiny second and Miss Fenwick stole it from me and told me I had to come here.”
I smiled to myself again. Miss Fenwick. What an excellent student of discipline she was becoming. She and I would usually have tuition time together tomorrow, but I had moved it back a day, certain that I would be quite spent after the rigours of today’s session with Courtney. A pity, but a necessary sacrifice. And Miss Fenwick would be capably taken care of by one of the Faculty in my absence.
“Courtney, I know that the rules were explained to you extremely thoroughly upon your admission to the school. You will have been more than aware that the use of cellular phones is absolutely forbidden on school grounds during school hours. I would ban the loathsome things entirely, but even I must make some concessions to ‘progress’.” I spat this last word out. Mobile phones are the absolute scourge of our age.
Courtney pouted, sulkily.
“What was it so incredibly important that you communicate to somebody, Courtney?”
She brightened, “I had taken a selfie of me and Mr Tibbins and I wanted to share it on Insta. He’s so cute and I…”
I interrupted her vapid ramblings.
“You were willing to break school regulations so that you could show the world a photograph of you with the school cat?”
The confused frown returned to her face, “Well, yes, Headmaster. My followers LOVE cats and…”
Once again, I cut her off brusquely, “Courtney, the rules are THE RULES and whilst you are in the care of this establishment, they are to be followed. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
She jumped as the force of my voice filled the room, her eyes suddenly terrified, all thoughts of that fucking cat gone from her mind.
“Yes, Headmaster. I’m… I’m sorry Headmaster.”
“Your generation are so inordinately eager to display yourselves to the world. Well, Courtney, allow me to indulge your proclivities.” I enunciated this last word precisely, then called out, “Chapel! You can come in.”
Mr Chapel slunk through the door, closing it behind him. Moving surprisingly gracefully for a man with his stout frame, he went into one of the rooms off my study and started to expertly assemble his recording equipment. As he twisted rods and manoeuvred cameras and lights into place, I continued my interrogation of Courtney, who by now was looking bewildered and quite uneasy.
“So, Courtney. It seems that it’s very important to you that other people can see what you are doing? Is that right? All the minutiae, the most frivolous details of your existence, laid bare for all the world to see, yes?”
Obviously discomfited, her body shifting nervously, she replied, “It’s just social media, Headmaster. Everyone does it, Sir!”
“Not everyone, Courtney. At this school, we prefer our students to set themselves higher standards of conduct and deportment. It is obvious to me that you are lacking in these. Your last two sisters were much the same when they arrived. No matter, you will soon learn your lessons. How hard you find them is really up to you.”
Courtney glanced at the door, obviously looking for an escape route. She was not enjoying the turn this conversation had taken at all. I smirked as I imagined her discomfiture at how this morning’s events would unfold.
“All set, Headmaster,” said Chapel.
“Excellent. Let us begin, then. Courtney, can you look into the camera that Mr Chapel is standing behind, you can ignore the other ones for now, and say your name, your age and why you were sent to the school?”
Still looking around nervously, Courtney started speaking in a low, indiscernible mumble, a long way from her recent indignant outcry.
“Louder, Courtney. No need to be shy. We’ve all seen how much you enjoy being on camera.”
She rallied and said irritably in a whiny sing-song voice, “I’m Courtney Bailey, I’m nineteen years old and I was sent to this school because apparently the world will end if I don’t get a high school diploma. Even a British one.”
“Very good, Courtney. A little more defiant than I would have liked, but we are progressing nicely. Now,” I paused, enjoying these final seconds before reality crashed into Courtney’s safe little existence, “As you are so intent on making yourself available for everyone to look at, we will allow you to display yourself for us. Take off your clothes. Slowly.”
She snapped her head to look at me, eyes blazing. “What the fuck? Are you out of your goddamned mind?”
“You heard, Courtney. Believe me when I say, it will be much easier for you if you comply without resistance. Take off your clothes.”
She made a run for the door, only to be thwarted when she realised it was locked. She banged on the thick oak panels, yelling to be let out, before giving up and looking for an alternative escape route - of which there was none.
As she wrestled with doorknobs and flitted about the room ineffectually, I carried on speaking, “Courtney, I can assure you, there’s no way out of here and you are not leaving this room until I release you. Compliance is your only option.”
She ran around like a mad thing now, finally grabbing one of the chairs and hurling it at one of the large bay windows that ran along the side of my study. Her impressive feat of strength was unrewarded, the chair merely bounced off the glass with a dull thud.
“Courtney, do you really think that you’re the first to try to get out of here? That’s bulletproof one-way glass. Now settle down and be a good girl before this has to become unpleasant for you.”
She stood before me, panting, her eyes narrowed as she contemplated her predicament.
I allowed myself a delicious moment, imagining how those eyes would soon widen in pain and I felt my cock throbbing insistently against my leg. Shifting, I rearranged myself, giving my prick a brief stroke of reassurance. It would be entirely satisfied by the end of this session, of that I was certain.
“Let’s try this again. One last chance before we have to escalate matters. Take off your clothes, Courtney.”
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