The two young women standing facing Charles in his office on Wednesday afternoon shared a blank and somewhat downcast expression, but otherwise offered two completely contrasting figures to his searching gaze.
The first, Julie, was a tall, slightly awkward girl, her dark hair tied back in a pony tail behind an open and perhaps even innocent face. She was wearing jeans with a T-shirt tucked in at the waist, her slim figure and hips emphasised by the tightness of her jeans. Charles knew she was quite sporty from the file in front of him on the desk; he also knew she was due to be expelled for persistent disruptive behaviour in classes, the freshness of her face belying some kind of deep anger or confusion which had now made her presence intolerable to every teacher in the college.
She was an orphan, he noted, and it wasn't clear where she would go when she left them -- a very rich uncle was her guardian, but it seemed he had no time at all for his responsibilities.
The other girl, Catherine, was short and stocky, with long red hair and a slightly bookish look. Her round face was dominated by a pair of stylish glasses. She was wearing a summer dress that emphasised her substantial tits and made clear there was no bra retaining them, and open-toed sandals.
Catherine's file was thinner than Julie's. Her scholarly demeanour was misleading. She had been caught stealing from one of the tutors, a first offence here, except that she'd only arrived recently after a series of expulsions from other institutions for the same reason, and her parents had told the college that if it happened again she should be returned to them. If that happened they were clear that her next home would be a prison.
Charles made them wait while he considered them, then he pushed the files aside.
'As you know, there is a new regime at this college,' he began. 'This means you two may be either very lucky or very unlucky, depending on how you choose to look at it.'
'I'm prepared to draw a partial line under disciplinary offences dated before my arrival, which means I may be willing to revoke both your expulsions.' He didn't mention that the last thing he wanted was to lose two sets of fees before he'd really begun.
'However, I also intend to put a new approach to discipline in place that operates more strongly through deterrence, which means I need some early examples of what happens to young women who break the rules.'
'I'm going to offer you two a choice. You can either accept the expulsion already planned, or you can take an alternative punishment which will become the new standard for anyone disobedient or stupid enough to get sent to me in future.'
'To give you a clue, that alternative will be a corporal punishment, and I don't mean fucking you' -- Charles had noticed a glint come in to Catherine's eye, and this last point extinguished this -- 'in my book fucking is about pleasure for everyone involved, and you're here for punishment, not pleasure.'
'So if you take this choice, you can both expect to be spanked, humiliated, perhaps even whipped' -- he motioned to an array of implements exposed to display behind the open door of one of his cabinets -- 'and I will take some trouble to find your most sensitive and painful places.
'I want you to leave this room not only clear that you never want this to happen again, but also so uncomfortable that you also want to make sure none of your friends come here either.
'It's your choice.' He looked each of them in the eye in turn.
Julie spoke first. 'I accept,' she said quietly.
Charles turned to Catherine. She hesitated, then started to cry. She looked up at Charles, pleadingly.
'You don't know me very well young lady,' Charles spoke firmly. 'Looking for sympathy will get you nowhere. I have a simple philosophy -- you can call it tough love if you like -- and I will give total support to every woman in this college to fulfil her potential as long as they do their best. Those who cross the line, though, like you two, or who try to wriggle out of the consequences of their actions, like you Catherine -- you will be punished. Firmly and fairly - so there is no doubt about right and wrong. But once you've been punished, provided you take your punishment well, like a woman, the slate is wiped clean and we will both move on.'
'I'm going to count to three Catherine -- you can either join Julie here and accept my punishment, or you'll be expelled. And stop crying.' Charles never enjoyed fucking or playing with weeping women, and he usually stopped BDSM sessions if they reached a point where his partner was crying.
'One....' Catherine stopped crying very quickly, Charles noted in passing.
'Two...,' he let the word hang in the air...
'OK, I accept,' Catherine spoke hurriedly, as Charles' lips started to form around 'Th..'
'Good.' Charles didn't try to hide the exasperation in his voice. However, they could now start.
'You have both chosen to be punished firmly and fairly by me. I expect total obedience and submission while you're being punished -- if you hesitate or complain it will just make the whole process longer and more painful for you. In the end though, I think you'll both find that you've made the right choice: you'll thank me when you look back on this session in a few years' time.'
'Do you understand?'
'Yes, sir,' Julie spoke instantly; Catherine was a little slower: 'OK.'
Charles walked over to Catherine and slapped her hard on her bum. She yelped. 'It's 'yes, sir,' every time. No more insolence.' He pushed his hand down between her legs and squeezed her pussy through her skirt, and she cried out again. 'Got it now?'
