"Do you know why I've called you to my office, Miss Mackenzie?" The headmaster paced slowly behind his desk, his hands clasped behind his back. Even behind his desk, he towered over Jessica, seated in front of the desk. She did know, though she was holding on to a shred of hope that he hadn't yet heard; a shred of hope that this was about something totally unrelated.
"No, sir."
"I just spoke with Mrs. Stahl." Jessica's heart sank, and felt a hot flush in her face. "She told me that she found you in quite a compromising position with Jason, tonight in the art building." He paused, and looked down at Jessica. She said nothing, and turned her bright red face down to the floor.
"And, as I understand, this is not the first time Mrs. Stahl has caught you in the art building. Much to my dismay, instead of coming to me directly, Mrs. Stahl gave you a 'warning' when she found you in a very similar situation last week with William." Jessica's heart was pounding, and wished that her chair would sink through the floor, wished that she would just disappear. "Now, Miss Mackenzie, as you know, any sexual activity at this school is prohibited. It is more than enough grounds for expulsion. For the record, please tell me exactly what you were caught doing with Jason... and William." She looked up at Mr. Green with tears welling in her eyes. "Tell me, Miss Mackenzie, exactly what were doing, and tell me what you think I should do with you."
"Please sir... don't expel me-"
"Miss Mackenzie, I'll ask you one more time, before I call your parents, put them on speaker phone and have you tell us all together." Jessica jaw dropped and she froze. "Sir, please. I'm sorry. Mrs. Stahl caught me tonight having oral sex with Jason. And last week with William also. Please don't expel me, sir. I won't ever do it again."
Mr. Green slapped his hands down on his desk and hissed, "Miss Mackenzie. I don't think you were 'having oral sex.' You were caught giving blowjobs. Isn't that correct?"
Jessica stared at the floor. "Yes."
"So, tell me again: what were you caught doing?"
"I was caught giving blowjobs, sir. To two different boys." She could actually still smell Jason on her. On top of the huge embarrassment that she was feeling, she couldn't help but have a twinge of arousal smelling his musk on her face. Of course, she hadn't been able to finish him tonight, with the interruption... "But, please, please don't expel me, sir."
Mr. Green stood upright again, and resumed pacing behind his desk "Miss Mackenzie, this is an institution of learning. As the director of this school, I have to hold students accountable for their actions, and make sure they are indeed learning." Mr. Green paused. "Stand up, Miss Mackenzie, and place your hands and elbows on my desk."
Jessica looked at the director with fear in her eyes. She did not like where this was going. But she was already in about as deep shit as possible, so she realized that she literally had to do everything he said. She stood up, and bent over enough to put her forearms down on the desk. She could see that her knees were still dirty from the art building floor.
"Now, there are different ways of establishing discipline in a school. One obvious way is to expel all students who misbehave until only well-behaved students remain. This is effective in maintaining order and discipline, but falls woefully short of the goal of educating all students." Mr. Green paced around the side of the desk until Jessica could not see him anymore without craning her neck around from her bent-over position. "The other way, which is the way that I naturally prefer, is to teach offending students an appropriate lesson. Let's call it special instruction catered to the offending student's behavior. In conjunction with follow-up lessons with that student over time, it can be ensured that their education is on the right path again. Since you've begged me not to expel you, this latter strategy is the one I plan to utilize in your case." Jessica felt a flush of relief for not being expelled, which quickly turned into a deep unease due to the fact that she had not yet considered that Mr. Green may be planning something much worse.
"Miss Mackenzie, I am going to begin your re-education by administering an old-fashioned paddling. This is your last chance to change your mind, in which case you are free to go, and call up your parents and explain to them why you have been expelled."
"No sir. Thank you for not expelling me."
With that, she felt her uniform skirt being flipped up onto her lower back, exposing her white-cotton-underwear-clad bottom to the air. She had heard of people being spanked at boarding schools before, but she had assumed that it was all a myth, that the practice had been done away with a long time ago. As she was bracing herself for the impact, she felt Mr. Green's hands on the sides of her underwear. "What-" Before she could protest, he pulled down her underwear, until they slid down over her knee-length socks and were resting on top of the straps on her shiny patent leather shoes.
"Keep your eyes on the desk, Miss Mackenzie. Now, please tell me, including Jason and William, to how many boys at this school have you given blowjobs."
"Two, sir."
WHACK. "OOWWW!" Jessica squealed.
"Miss Mackenzie, I hope that was the last time you will be dishonest with me. I am trying to help you, remember? Please don't try to pretend that I am stupid enough to believe that you were caught two weeks in a row giving blowjobs to the only two boys to whom you have done that."
Jessica was trying her best not to let go and cry all out. She was too furious with this pervert to do that. But her shame was too much, and the spot where Mr. Green had struck her on her left butt cheek was beginning to feel hotter and hotter. She started to sob. "Seven, sir."
"Seven! Well, isn't that quite an impressive number for an eighteen-year-old! Well, then, Jessica, how many of these boys have you fucked?"
"None, sir." Jessica was on the verge of blubbering now, and was glad that the director's house was well away from any other buildings where people might hear her.
"None! So, you're a little blowjob slut, are you? OK, that will be seven strokes with the paddle. Now tell me how many boys here have pleasured you?"
Jessica was now sure that something very wrong was happening, but the alternative meant expulsion and untold rage and shame from her parents. "None, sir."
"You're telling me you've blown seven different boys, and you haven't demanded similar pleasure from them?" Jessica was having trouble reading into his tone, which was simultaneously sarcastic, admonishing, and -- somehow -- hungry. "Well, then, Miss Mackenzie. I think we've hit upon where your education is sorely lacking."
Jessica began to process what he was saying, but her mental calculations were interrupted. WHACK! "Count them, Miss Mackenzie, accompanied by the boys names, please. In reverse order, starting with tonight."
"One," Jessica whimpered through a sob. "Jason."
WHACK!
"Two!" she shouted. "Henry." In the woods right before lights-out.
"Interesting." WHACK!
"Three!" Jessica had no idea how she was going to make it through four more. "William." In her favorite place, the art building. She had this spot behind the kiln that she would take them and stand them up against the wall while she went to work on them.
