Chapter One: The Screening of Harmony Adair
It was 7:30, and I had just gotten into my office. It was a little late for me, especially considering that I had a full day ahead of me. I'm the principal at Swelting Academy, a private school that is known for its discipline and academic excellence. The goal is to prepare seniors for their first year of university. We only accept eighteen-year-old girls, and we try to teach them to be virtuous, intelligent, beautiful young women. It is my job to screen the applicants. I had one arriving at 8:00. I set about straightening my office, and just thinking about the joy of meeting a new student made me happy. As 35-year-old a man of principles, I take my job very seriously.
Cindy, my secretary, buzzed me about fifteen minutes later to let me know the girl was early. I asked Cindy to bring in the girl's paperwork and set about studying it. Of course, she had top grades at her high school. Everything appeared to be in order. Now all that remained was her private interview. I buzzed Cindy and told her to send the girl in. Harmony had long, wavy blonde hair that fell in enticing ripples down her back. Her eyes were indigo, and her mouth was full and pouty. Her white button-down shirt strained around her ample breasts, and was tucked into the requisite plaid skirt. The skirt came to the middle of her slender, tanned thighs, but did not disguise the narrowness of her waist or the curviness of her hips. She would be enough to make any man's mouth water, but she was par for the course at Sweltings, so I calmly shook her hand, introduced myself, and guided her to a seat.
From above her, I could see down her shirt. She was wearing a black lace bra, which was against our dress code. I could also see that her breasts were tanned, so she obviously either sunbathed nude or used the tanning bed nude. I was reserving judgment for the moment, but again, this was nothing out of the ordinary for our ladies. I returned to my seat and began asking her the icebreaker questions about her school and activities. She crossed one leg over the other, exposing the length of one perfect thigh. She let out a little squeak, suddenly, as she dropped her pen and it rolled across the floor.
"Well, you can go pick it up, Harmony," I smiled at her. She scurried across the room and bent to pick it up, and my suspicions were roused that her underwear did not meet our dress code either. I caught a hint of black lace and more than a hint of skin, so I was almost certain it was a thong.
As she returned to her seat, I knew it was time for the most exciting part of the screening process. I examined her for a moment before clearing my throat and getting to the point. "Miss Adair, you are aware that our disciplinary procedures at this school are both top secret and highly effective, are you not?" She smiled eagerly and gushed about how much she had heard about the school's outstanding reputation, and how she would be willing to do anything to receive the benefits of the school's academic and moral standards.
My smile became slightly more lecherous, although she did not notice. "Very well. You will need to sign here that you will abide by any disciplinary actions we prescribe, never tell anyone about our disciplinary measures, and never complain about them to anyone." Without pausing a moment, she signed. This was exactly how I liked our new students. Naive, sexy, and completely in my power.
I looked at her calmly a moment more before beginning the real induction into the school. "Take off your shirt," I commanded. She looked startled and was about to protest when I held up her contract and smoothly added, "Miss Adair, it is part of the screening process to ensure you are thoroughly following the dress code. You may not protest. This is purely a disciplinary act which I assure you all of our graduates have undergone." This was certainly true. I had seen and examined every undergarment, not to mention every pair of breasts, in the entire school. She still looked hesitant, so I added, "Anyway, you needn't be modest. I can see your lacy black bra through your shirt."
She was blushing, but I could see that her nipples were as hard as rocks. Harmony began unbuttoning her shirt while I watched attentively. "Very good," I commented as she unbuttoned the last one and left it dangling open. "Now take it off and place it on the floor." She did as she was told and looked at me for directions. "Take off your skirt," I instructed. "Don't worry. I saw your thong earlier when you bent over to pick up your pencil." She blushed more furiously, but her breathing was slow and erotic; her legs were shaking already. She was clearly aroused. Maybe there was more to Harmony Adair than I had expected.
"Now come stand in front of me," I ordered, as her skirt dropped on the floor with a swish. Her body was a wet dream, but then, so was every other girl's in the school. Her lacy black bra and thong accented her deep tan and showed off her voluptuous curves. Her high heeled sandals and red toenail polish made her look like a seductress.
"Very nice," I stated in my best schoolmaster tone. She thanked me, and I smiled encouragingly at her. I walked around behind her and felt her body tighten as I examined it. Then I put my hands on her shoulders and heard her gasp--but not in fear. I smiled again. "Now, Harmony, I want you to turn and face this full-length mirror." I guided her, as she was in such an advanced state of both arousal and humiliation that she could barely stand.
Her eyes widened as she saw herself so exposed to me, a man she had barely met, standing behind her. "That's right," I confirmed. "You look like a slut." She whimpered and ground her hips back into mine. This unveiling nearly always had this effect on the girls, and I found it extremely pleasurable. "Now, now, Miss Adair, ladies don't grind their barely-clad pelvises into strangers." I lowered my hands to her hips and held them securely, controlling my own arousal by looking ahead to what would soon be happening on my desk. Patience made this process so much more delicious. When she stopped wriggling, I swatted her ample ass almost gently to let her know she had been naughty.
"Miss Adair, this bra you are wearing is simply inappropriate for our school. Remove it at once." She did so, as I eagerly waited for her breasts to drop out of the straining cups. This part never got old. They bounced out, one at a time, and her rose nipples looked so swollen they must have been painful.
"Why Miss Adair, you have very nice tits," I stated as if I were complimenting her on a well-written paper. "I will need to examine them, of course," I remarked. "In fact, I will need to examine them often for breast cancer." She opened her mouth as if to protest, but before she could, I had pinched one nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. All that came out of her open mouth was a squeaky gasp. "Yes, I know Miss Adair, you were hoping I would do this," I crooned as I began twisting the nipples and kneading the ample flesh of her truly spectacular tits. "It was obvious from the moment you walked in the door with that whorish black bra on and your nipples jutting out like this. Go on. You can admit it to me."
Between gasps, she managed to pant, "Yes, sir, I was hoping you would examine my breasts."
"Call them tits, Miss Adair. That's what whores call them, and only a whore would want a complete stranger to play with her tits. Tell me what you wanted me to do."
"I wanted you to play with my tits, sir."
"Be more descriptive."
She was now making bucking movements with her hips and whimpering, but she managed to respond, "I wanted you to twist my nipples, grab my tits, suck them, bite them, fuck them. You made my nipples so hard the second I saw you, and I bent over so you could see down my shirt and so you would want to do exactly what you're doing right now."
