Joanna sat outside the principal's office. Again. She was convinced that the chair was starting to get an imprint of her ass. Principal Foster opened the door and rolled his eyes when he saw her.
"What have you done this time, Miss Stevenson?" he sighed as he motioned for her to enter his office.
"Nothing," she said with her usual disrespect. "It's not my fault that all the teachers have it in for me."
"So during your time at this school you've done nothing to upset anyone?"
"That's right. Everybody's too fucking touchy."
"Let's see," Principal Foster got her file out and read out loud. "Vandalism, vandalism, disruption, disruption, vandalism, disruption, truancy, disruption, truancy... Need I continue?"
"So what? It's not like I'm one of the little start students who are going off to university."
"No, but you might want to be able to get a job when you leave school."
"I don't need a job. I've got money."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, when my dad died we got a huge insurance payout and I never have to work unless I want to."
Principal Foster sighed. The girl was 18 and clearly didn't want to be there so he didn't understand why she just didn't drop out and leave him in peace. He looked at her. What a shame she was such a little bitch. That tough exterior softened when she didn't think anyone was watching. There was even a smile on her lips. As she stretched her neck to look out the window he got a view of how big her young tits were. Surely not... He felt a stir in his pants. He hadn't done it for a long time. When he was younger it worked a treat, but now? He was 38 and married with 3 children. Could he really pull it off one more time?
Joanna looked back at him and glared into his eyes. Yes. He was definitely going to do it one more time and it was going to be sweet.
"Joanna," he said sternly. "I'm going to contact your mother now."
"Whatever," the teenager replied lazily as her principal dialled the phone.
"Mrs Stevenson? Principal Foster here. Yes, Joanna is in trouble again. I'm afraid the only alternative we have left is expulsion. What's that? No, I can't let her stay on and finish her schooling, I simply can't. She's too disruptive. Anything? Well, we do need a new library, no, that simply won't do. But wait. There might be a way. I volunteer at a camp for teenage troublemakers. I'm going there this weekend and I just happen to know that one of the teens has been pulled out. I'm willing to take Joanna with me, but you have to realise that this will be her last chance. If she doesn't pull her act together after this then I will have to expel her. OK, that's settled then. Come over and pick Joanna up now and I'll give you all the instructions. We leave this afternoon."
Joanna couldn't believe what she was hearing. Not only had her stupid mother talked the old guy out of expelling her yet again, but she'd agreed to make her go to some stupid camp for delinquents. No way. She was not going to do that. She waited for her principal to let her out of his office so that she could run away, but he was obviously expecting that and went on with his work as though she wasn't even there. She stood up slowly and started heading for the door.
"Where do you think you're going, young lady?" he asked her. "Sit down again until your mother comes."
"I'm not going on your stupid camp," she spat at him.
"Oh, I think you are."
15 minutes later her mother showed up and was instructed to pack a small bag of toiletries, a couple of pairs of shorts and t-shirts, and some hiking boots for Joanna and bring her to a car park at the edge of town by 5 p.m. Joanna sulked as she followed her mother to her car and they argued all the way home.
"Why is it so fucking important for me to finish school anyway?" she moaned. "I have more money than I'll ever spend so I never intend to work, so I don't need any qualifications."
"You ungrateful little child," her mother chided her. "You're going to finish school because it's what your dad wanted you to do."
"OK, I'll agree to finish school, only don't make me go away with Principal Foster!"
"I'm afraid I can't do anything about that. You heard him. If you don't sort out your attitude this weekend you will be expelled."
Joanna sulked in her mother's car. She sulked as she transferred to her principal's car. She sulked for three long hours as they drove away from civilisation. When the car finally stopped, Joanna looked around in confusion.
"Where's the camp?"
"Right there."
"That's a tiny little cabin. It's only big enough for a small group of people. Where's everybody else."
"There is nobody else."
"You lied to my mother?"
"What's a white lie between friends?" he smiled and got out of the car. He picked up their bags and headed for the cabin.
"I demand you take me back right this minute!" Joanna ran after him and shouted at him.
"You demand? I'm afraid it doesn't work like that here. You're here for the whole weekend."
"I'll just wait until you fall asleep and then I'll take your car and drive home."
"Joanna," Principal Foster opened the door and went inside. "Let me show you something."
He walked up to a metal cabinet, opened the door, threw the car keys, his phone and his wallet inside and slammed it shut. Joanna could see that it was a safe.
"Those things stay there until we leave on Sunday night."
Joanna screamed out in anger as she knew that she was trapped. She might be a bad kid in school, but that was just to get herself expelled. She knew nothing about stealing cars or finding her way through hundreds of miles of deserted woodland. She sat down on a chair and glared at her principal. He walked up to her and caressed her black hair, careful not to touch any other part of her.
"Are you going to be a good girl for me now and help me cook dinner?"
"I'm not doing anything, asshole."
"If you don't help, you don't get fed."
Joanna was just about to tell him where to stick his food when her stomach betrayed you and rumbled so loud they could probably hear it back home. Principal Foster laughed and handed her an apron.
They cooked hamburgers in silence and ate them in more silence. At the end of the meal Joanna felt that she could afford a little smile.
"That was very nice, thank you," she said reluctantly.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?"
"Fuck you!"
Joanna's nice streak has obviously ended and she walked outside. He watched her leave. That rounded ass was so sexy.
"Come back in here, young lady," her principal called from inside.
Joanna ignored him.
"If you don't come inside this minute I'm going to lock the door and let you sleep outside tonight."
"Fine!" Joanna barked at him. It wasn't like she actually believed he'd do that.
Without a word the door closed and she heard a key turn in the lock. She figured he was only trying to scare her so she sat on a tree stump and waited for him to open the door again. She waited for 20 minutes and nothing. It was starting to get cold now and she was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that he'd started a fire and was now reading in front of it. How she wanted to be in front of that fire. Why didn't he open the door for her?
She felt a drop of water on her nose. Then one on her forehead and another one on her arm. Soon the rain was pouring down, beating against the windows. Joanna was soaked within minutes, but still no movement from inside. Surely he must hear the rain. Damn that man. Joanna persevered, but to no avail. If she didn't swallow her pride and beg him to be let back inside she was going to die of pneumonia if she stayed out here tonight. She got up and started banging on the door.
"Let me in!" she yelled. "I'm absolutely soaked."
"Why should I let you back in?"
"Because if you don't my mother is going to sue your ass when I die."
"She signed a release form."
"Oh please, just let me back inside. I'm cold and wet."
"If I let you back in, will you promise to abide by my rules all weekend?"
"Yes!"
"No talking back or questioning my orders?"
"No!"
He opened the door and let Joanna in. She was shaking all over.
"You better get yourself out of those clothes," he told her as she ran up to the fire.
"Where's the bathroom?" she asked and picked up her bag.
"There isn't one," he smiled wryly. "There's that small toilet you went to after dinner, but the rest of the cabin is just one room. We jump in the lake to get clean."
"Then where am I supposed to change?"
"Right in here."
"Then you have to go outside."
"Wrong answer. It's raining. I'm staying in here where it's nice and warm. If you're too modest to get changed in here you can always go back outside."
Joanna glared at him and started taking her clothes off. When she was in her underwear he got up and picked up a big towel, not mentioning that her white underwear had gone completely transparent and driving him insane.
"Take off your underwear and wrap yourself up in this. It'll warm you up quicker than your clothes."
She was grateful for something to cover herself with and stripped underneath the towel. She sat down in front of the fire but she was still shivering. Principal Foster kneeled behind her and started rubbing her. She could feel the warmth of his hands spreading throughout her body. When she was finally warm he sat next to her and she smiled a thank you.
"Joanna," he said and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "You're such a pretty girl. Why do you colour your hair black and wear all that awful makeup."
"Maybe I like that look," she said insecurely.
"I don't think you do," he said softly. "I think you're hiding behind a façade. The question is, why are you hiding?"
Joanna's bottom lip shivered as the tears started falling. He wrapped his arms around her and let her cry. When she finally stopped crying he looked into her red eyes.
