Hello, I'm John Dickers. I'm the owner and headmaster of the Oakwood Academy for Young Women, a very exclusive, private institution of learning for girls who are at least 18 who either didn't earn a high school diploma or aren't quite ready for university or the world of business. For those students who want a high school diploma, Oakwood Academy offers the courses and tests required by the state. For those who successfully completed high school but aren't ready for either a university education or the business world and have parents who are more willing to pay for professional baby sitters, er, I mean educators, than to be the parents they should be, the academy offers an education that basically fills in the gap between high school and the real world. In the ten or so years of its operation, I've become a rich man, and not just from the exorbitant tuition that's charged.
Because of the numerous spoiled brats and parents who have more money than sense, there's no shortage of prospective students. Applications for enrollment come from all over the world. At one point when there was no more room for any new students, a father who is a banker in Zurich offered to pay for the construction of a new dormitory, a new house for myself and a private Swiss bank account if I'd admit his daughter. I'm really enjoying my new house with the heated indoor pool.
Another benefit of the high tuition rate is my ability to hire the best faculty available and to include some unusual clauses in the contracts. The majority of the faculty members are female, but there are a few males, too. Each of the female members is required to be either bisexual or lesbian. The males must be heterosexual. There is also a confidentiality clause in every contract which states that anything having to do with the academy or the students, whether it occurs on campus or not, is considered private and not to be discussed with anyone other than myself. Any action contrary to this is grounds for immediate dismissal. Due to the much higher than normal salaries of the faculty, nobody has chosen to break this rule.
When I'm talking to the parent(s) of prospective students, I emphasize the exclusivity and security of the academy, the superior faculty, the diversity of the students, and the strict discipline that will equate to a better adjustment to life in the real world. Most of the parents simply accept that and pay the tuition, but for the sake of clarity, I explain that any girl who does not complete an assignment, breaks the honor code, or in any way does not follow instructions given to her by anyone on the faculty, that girl will receive a private disciplinary action. I also explain that if the girl commits a second infraction, the discipline will be harsher, and each successive infraction will be dealt with accordingly. Unless the infraction involves another person, the discipline will be done in private so as not to embarrass the girl in front of others. I also reassure them that I am the only one who administers the discipline. If anyone asks about the form of discipline, I explain that I've found a good, old fashioned spanking or paddling to be sufficient in most cases. If I'm talking to the father, I usually get a wink or a grin followed by a cheque for the entire year's tuition.
Even though every girl who comes to the academy can afford a lavish wardrobe, I decided to keep things simple. (I also like the typical schoolgirl look.) The school uniform consists of a white, button front, oxford cloth shirt; a short, pleated, blue tartan skirt with a matching necktie; white knee socks; white panties and bra; black Mary Jane-style shoes; and during cooler weather, a navy blazer with the Oakwood Academy crest. On the week ends, a school sweatshirt may be substituted for the blazer and simple, white tennis shoes may be worn instead of the black Mary Janes. The only clothing that is open to personal tastes is sleepwear, although each girl is given a white terry robe with the Oakwood Academy crest embroidered on the pocket and matching slippers. Not every girl chooses to wear the robe or slippers.
Think back to my conversation with the parents of prospective students. I emphasized security. One way I created a secure campus was by installing security cameras throughout all the buildings and around the campus. That includes the dormitories. That's how I know some of the girls don't wear the robes, slippers, or anything else, for that matter. In fact, I know who uses what to masturbate with and who sleeps with whom. Ah, but I digress.
One thing that's required by every girl is a special, human sexuality course. A delightful, petite, fair skinned, freckled young redhead named Ms. Rose teaches the class. I worked closely with her to design a unique approach to getting each girl to open up to many possibilities of sexuality, not to mention my own prurient interest. At the beginning of the class in each term, each girl is provided with a printed worksheet to complete. The worksheet consists of blank lines for the inclusion of names and assorted details and many descriptions of sexual situations with check boxes beside each one. The girl is instructed to fill-in the blanks and to read through every scenario and place a check mark in the boxes of those in which she most closely identifies. Once the worksheet is completed, the girl will go into a recording room to read her "composition." She's told that she'll be making an audio recording that no one will hear besides Ms. Rose. In reality, she'll also be making a video recording that both Ms. Rose and I will watch and that I will keep on file in my office. It's amazing how a girl's intimate revelations can be held against her and convinces her to do things she might not otherwise do.
