This is Chapter 3 of "Brenna at The Academy". Reading all chapters in sequence is recommended for context and maximum enjoyment.
This series is a work of complete fiction and fantasy borne of the imagination. All characters and locations are fictional and any resemblance to real people, names, events or places is purely coincidental. All fictional characters are consenting adults having a good time, in safe circumstances.
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Brenna sits in the student lounge and enjoys her delicious sushi treat. There are a few other women in the space, some alone, others grouped in twos or threes, talking quietly. A petite Asian woman waves and catches Brenna's eye.
"Hi, I'm Annie, also known as student 31..."
"Oh! Hi, we both, erm, won the oral challenge, right?" Brenna laughs finding this strange bit of common ground with her new acquaintance.
"I'm Brenna. I also think we arrived at the same time and were in the processing hall together?!"
Annie laughs and says:
"Yup, wasn't that a fun introduction to this place? Damn, I came so hard when that blond instructor hammered me! I actually think you were beside me with the hot Black one!?"
Brenna blushes and laughs.
"All true. This place is quite something, isn't it? Is it ok if I sit with you? I have to run soon, but just for a little bit,"
"Of course! So have you decided what you'll use your tokens for? I already violated the rules, so one is to make that go away, and I think it will be good to keep the other as insurance, since I think i'll be breaking more rules very soon, just give it a bit of time," she winked, "And besides, isn't that part of the fun, breaking these rules?"
Brenna points at her feast:
"This right here is where my tokens went. It's my birthday today and I thought I deserved a treat. Well, a food treat. This whole stay is a sort of birthday treat I dreamed up for myself, believe it or not. You know what I mean. I too have a transgression on file right now, but you know what, like you say, isn't it all part of the fun? I mean, even getting the
punishment
? If I'm honest, that precisely is part of the reason I came here..."
Annie whistles,
"Daaamn girl, too true! TouchΓ© about accepting punishment!...aaaand Happy Birthday!!! - I hope you get more treats today, everything you need and hope for...and deserve, as the Masters would say I'm sure," Annie suggestively wiggles her eyebrows.
Suddenly the overhead paging system goes off and Brenna startles as she didn't even know the place had one.
Trainee 73, return to your room before next scheduled event and do so with at least 15 minutes to spare.
What on earth?
"Crap, thats me! I guess I have to run earlier than I thought! See you later, Annie!"
The girl gives her a silly salute, and Brenna scarfs down the last of the very on point sushi, grabbing her cake to go. She has little time right now for giving in to her musings about how normal and how strange at the same time this exchange was. She decides to think of it like a conversation about house rules and events that two women might have at a fancy spa they are both staying at, except that, attire in this case is absent rather than limited to fluffy bathrobes. It helps a little to make it all more normal and palatable.
Arriving in her room, Brenna finds a note and clothes laid out on her bed.
For your Individual Instruction session, put on the provided items. Failure to follow these directions will result in punishment."
What around here wouldn't? Brenna thinks as she chuckles. Laid out before her are a very short, plaid kilt skirt, a white, fitted button down shirt, high heeled pump shoes, and some lingere. Wasn't one of the main rules here that trainees were to be nude at all times in the facility? Brenna finds herself inwardly shaking her head, as it is now apparent The Academy flexes its rules when it suits some instructor - the lawyer in her wants to correct the Orientation Guidelines document to at least add "...unless otherwise specified by an instructor." Mentally parking her lawyerly, pedantic need to correct, Brenna runs to the bathroom for a quick shower after this morning's exertions, realizing she has to hurry if she is to show up on time for her next scheduled event.
Having dried herself off, she puts on the lingere, and discovers it to be a black garter belt with thigh high black stockings embellished with lace, and a black lace shelf bra of sorts that pushes up her ample breasts but deviously leaves the nipples and most of the breast exposed. Brenna is flabbergasted that such garments even exist. Of course, there are no panties. She makes use of the full length mirror in her room for the first time and gasps at how provocative this ensemble is.
Brenna would not be out of place in a porn movie wearing this outfit. The garter belt and stockings perfectly frame her bare and exposed pussy and the "bra" does a great job of pushing her breasts up lewdly and making them look even bigger than they are, with areolae and nipples exposed and standing at full attention. After being stark naked for the last 18 hours or so, it is a wonder that any state of attire can provoke an even more sexual response, but this certainly does. Brenna thinks that she looks more provocative and exposed like this than when completely nude. The lingere is a lewd mockery of clothing, leaving all most private parts, open, exposed and even highlighted.
Next, she pulls on the actual clothes. The very short skirt, or rather, more like a lap belt that barely covers the garter belt, is a mockery of the Catholic high school kilt she grew up with. Its blue, black and white plaid, very much like the design of her old high school uniform and flares out from her hips. Brenna chuckles remembering some of the pervy male teachers becoming kilt police and checking the length of the hem with a ruler while getting a girl to bend over to see if it matched the school's standard for modesty - they would have a field day with this poor excuse for a skirt, and truly relish the measuring process, as she was sure that with bending down, this kilt would mercilessly ride up to reveal pretty much everything. She tests it out, just to be sure, and predictably she sees the ample cheeks of her ass in full glory staring back at her from the mirror. When she bends down all the way, her pink inner labiae and her glistening slit also make an appearance...Brenna feels flushed and her pussy tingles just from these visuals.
The shirt is super fitted and tight. Brenna decides to leave the top few buttons open. A short, black tie and black pumps with rather high heels complete the outfit. Brenna touches up her makeup, sure to use a lot of blush and choosing a girly pink lipstick shade. She makes her eye makeup dramatic, and in a burst of inspration, puts up her short, chin length hair into two mini pigtails. Britney Spears in the "Oops I Did It Again" video, eat your heart out!
With minutes to spare, Brenna rushes down the corridor and up the stairs and to the room indicated on her timetable for the location of her Individual Instruction. The door at the end of the hallway is closed and a name placard is affixed at eye level:
Mark Alcock, PhD.,
Headmaster
The Academy
She chuckles out loud thinking that can't be his real name, but at the same time she feels the slippery, hot cream in her freshly showered pussy drench her swollen folds anew. A bad girl coming to the Headmaster's office is pretty much Brenna's wet dream. The sexy, stern professor fantasy is one of her longest standing ones, surprisingly with some roots in real experience. James Brock, the visiting British sessional instructor at her college was the man who took her virginity in first year, and introduced her to the joys of spanking. Come to think of it, he was probably the most capable lover she has ever had and the all too brief May-December romancce they shared before he finished his term was pretty damn hot. Brenna's sex life started off promising, with a bang, only to quickly settle into mediocrity punctuated with lengthy dry spells of singledom. Life could be such a tease.
Brenna loiters for a minute, unsure of what to do, then knocks.
"Enter." Comes a deep, dry, gruff masculine voice from within.
Brenna takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm her heart rate and the throbbing in her pussy. She opens the door and walks into the room.
The room is a vast study or library, with nine foot ceilings and tall windows on the side and far back wall, that resemble stained glass church windows in shape, just like the ones in the grand lobby. Many bookcases line the walls of the study. The hardwood floor creaks a little as she walks on it, navigating the cavernous space, as if walking down a long aisle in the center to the back of the room, approaching the altar, which in this case is a large cherry wood desk with someone sitting behind it.
She pushes on deeper into the space towards the tall windows near the back end of the room. An oversized, vintage desk faces the long, open space of the room, a massive, sculpted wooden chair behind it poised like a throne to survey the whole chamber. On her side of the giant desk sits another smaller chair, upholstered in black leather.