Brooke was a nineteen year old student at a private collage in the UK, and she had been sent there by her step father. It was his intention to get her in the right frame of mind for the things that he had secretly arranged for her. Her step father was a white South African named Hans Bonner, and he was rich but with an attitude. He owned the residence where he lived in the area of Mayfair and very rarely left his penthouse suite. His grandfather was killed in the battle of rorke's drift during the Zulu uprising. He had stood fast with a few Welsh soldiers, but was fatally hit. The death of his father to a Zulu had turned him into a racist bigot and he had no time for any person that was not white.
His wife however was the daughter of a film star and she was the complete opposite, but she was too busy to worry about Brooke. She was the main reason why Brooke had been sent to a mixed sex boarding school. His wife was also white but Brooks Father her first husband was dark skinned. Brooke was the same colour but her blood father had been killed in the first conflict against Iraq.
Brooke was in her room looking into the mirror and she was naked, because only moments before she had just stepped out of the shower. She was only nineteen but looked every bit a woman. Her magnetic smile and looks were the talk of the dormitories with every boy in the school lusting over her. She had the darkest of eyes and long black hair that was falling about her shoulders and her face was very Asian full and round but in no way out of proportion to her magnificent body. Her lips were full and subtle still waiting for loves first kiss to bring them to life. Boys her age in the collage were under no illusion, that her face was not moulded by the angels, having the ability to lure the hardest of men and boys.
She was smiling to herself, and at the same time running her hands over her body, that was covered with a honey brown skin, that was shining back at her from the reflection in the mirror. She was five feet six inches in height, and her statistics were 36D-28-38 and in the fullness of real womanhood, and weighing a mere 155lbs, and she knew that she was desirable.
Brook got her buzz from walking around the school showing as much of her body as she could, but without looking like a whore on heat. The men and boys alike would look at her as she walked by them, and she could feel their eyes watching her long after she had moved on. There were many times during class when she had sat in class with her hand between her legs, with the fingers inside her soft thong gently touching her clit. She had sat in the front of the class in a maths lesson, and while the male teacher was talking of logarithms she had been playing with herself.
The teacher could not keep his eyes off of her, and it amused her to see him sit down so many times to adjust himself. She was a tease and she loved the thought of him running back to his own room after the lesson. In her imagination she pictured him in his room playing with himself as he remembered what she had been doing in front of him. It was these thoughts that always brought her to her climax, and when her two hands were back on top of the desk, she always smiled when she saw the face of the teacher relax in relief.
She was now looking at her body while cupping her firm breasts in her hands, tweaking the now hard and aroused nipples that had been pierced, the half inch rings that had been made of hardened gold and sealed with liquid metal; they were now standing proud and just waiting to be engulfed by a warm mouth. Then she moved one hand down to her sex and started to play, and she was so worked up by her own thoughts of lust, that she knew her relief would be immediate. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as she felt the orgasmic sensation shoot through her body. Brooke stepped backwards to her bed and sat on the edge because her legs were a little weak from her first climax of the week. She looked at her clock on the wall and it was only eight in the morning on Monday, and she could only wonder what the rest of the week would bring.
It was a good five minutes later when she stood up and walked to her closet, and after opening the door she slipped on a black half cup bra. Once it was on, the garment lifted her breasts, and in much the same way as her hands had done earlier, while it also gave her the desired cleavage to show at the top of the white blouse she would wear. The black lace thong that she pulled up her legs, barely covered her sex, but that would have the desired effect on all that were looking in that direction, and there were always the few that did. Brook then slipped the white blouse from its hanger, and after putting her arms through the sleeves, she then buttoning up the front, leaving enough buttons undone to attract attention.
Brook looked in the mirror at her reflection and knew that she had dressed to titillate. She pulled a black skirt up her legs and around her waist; and then after fastening the clasp she put the thin belt through the buckle. Her shoes had three inch heels, and once she had slipped them on, they gave her body a dynamic posture and form. There was no need to brush her hair, just a quick shake and she was done, all that was left was a quick smile as she looked at herself in the mirror at the final result, and then she walked out the door.
There were a few of her friends at the end of the building and she fell in step with them on her way to the classroom. First two periods of the day were geometry, and the teacher was a woman, and she knew that there was no way that she could distract her from picking up on her weakness. This was one of the classes she hated because of all the maths involved and maths was not her strong subject. She also knew that there was going to be a test, and she had thrown the prep books under the bed in disgust at being baffled. In the classroom for once the only seats available were a few at the rear, Brooke and her friends filled these few empty seats. It was half way through the test that the teacher stood up and walked out of the room, and it gave Brooke just a few moments to get a few answers from her friends either side of her. It was over an hour later when handed in their papers and then walked out of the class room.
After lunch they had a Games lesson, but on the way there she was stopped by the Dean. "Just the person I wish to speak with, would you follow me to my office, Miss Gregg?"
"I was just on my way to my next class, Professor."
"I believe it is only games, and I'm sure that they will cope without your presence. There is something that I must talk to you about, and I am afraid it is serious young lady." Brooke looked at the Dean's face, and knew that something had happened, but for the life of her she had no idea what it was. She followed him to his office and once inside he told her to sit down. He sat behind his desk, and without saying any more he started picking up papers and reading them, and a little grunt came from his mouth now and again.
He looked up and over the top of his spectacles at her and said, "You have been a naughty girl haven't you. You just couldn't be bothered to prepare for you test in geometry, because you had every intention of copying all the answers from your friends. The strangest thing is, the ones you copied were wrong, but the way you have worked out the answer can leave no doubt in my mind that you cheated." The Dean was watching as her face dropped with the realisation that she had been caught out.
"Yes Miss Gregg, you cheated, and you know what the punishment for cheating is, don't you? Well let me reiterate the rules to you, but first let me inform you of the trouble that you are in. This school is one of the oldest in the UK that is renowned for its discipline and swift punishment. It is also a fact that when a student is expelled from this collage, they very rarely get a place in another collage. We place your name on the computer, and an e mail goes to every collage informing them of our swift justice, and along with the e mail is the name of the person and their crime. Your crime is one of the worst as you know, and it is not as excusable as some that we have had in the collage over the last hundred years."
"Your step father has paid a lot of money for you to come to this Collage, and I have been on the phone to him only this afternoon. He is understandably disappointed in your blatant disrespect for the rules, and has informed me that I should now take over parental responsibility for you, while you are in the school. Now that being the case he has given me carte blanche to do as I wish to punish you, I now have power of attorney over all you do until you leave this collage. To sum up, I now have control of your life and all you do in and out of school hours, and you are now mine to do with as I please. Just so that what I say is true, I have this document that he faxed me this morning, and as you see it has been signed by both him and your mother."
The Dean handed her a piece of paper that had been written by her step father's lawyers, and when she read what it said her heart dropped. Her step father and mother had given consent for the Dean to take control of her life until she leaves the collage. It also said in no uncertain words, that she had to comply with all that the Dean and his wife say, and until she left collage she had no right of reply.
"You will not be staying in the room you are now in, but you will move into the big house with my wife and I, and you will be a different person when you leave here. You will be allowed visits from your Aunt from time to time, but they will be few and far between. Now I suggest that this evening is spent moving your belongings to the big house, now your class for this afternoon has been suspended, and the teacher taking charge has been notified. You will be receiving punishment of a different kind this afternoon, and it has been appropriately thought out by my wife and me."
"You will now find the error of your ways, and you will conform with the rest of the students in the collage, and life as you have known it is nonexistent. There have been punishments here that fall outside of the county law. This collage was granted a licence one hundred years ago, and it was to be included on the correctional list, and we only comply with the old Juvenile justice system for all students until they are twenty one years of age. The licence has never been taken from us, because we take in students that are ending their time in other correctional facilities. This gives us the right to punish students whether male or female under section 32 paragraph 12 of the criminal justice act. To be more precise, it is a licence to shame and punish both mentally and physically in any form I chose that does not leave a permanent mark. One other thing, before you go jumping to conclusions, your step father and I presume your mother knew that this law was in place here before they gave consent."
The Dean handed her another piece of paper, and it was the licence to chastise unruly persons under the age of twenty one. Her hand was shaking as she handed him the paper back, and she was sitting now wondering what the hell the Dean had in mind for her.
"Now because of the stigma that your parents will receive from you getting expelled from this establishment, and the fact that you will not be able to proceed with your diplomas, I would hope that you will think carefully before you decide on your answer to the next question." He then handed her another sheet of paper, but this one had her name on the top, and it was a statement from her to the school.
