*All characters in this story are fictional and above the age of 18.
**The world depicted is fictional.
***Please do not read if you are offended by misogyny, or non-consent
Principal Walker drummed his fingers on the desk. The sound was satisfying. His desk was an imposing piece of furniture, chosen deliberately to emphasize his position of authority. A student on the other side would feel small in comparison.
The fidgeting helped distract him from his growing excitement. He loved his job. Sixteen years ago, he had been a lowly assistant-principal, waist-deep in administrative work. He never could've anticipated how quickly his prospects would rise. New laws had led to the dismissal of his female boss. His subsequent promotion had given him unchecked dominion over the school. Now he was free to enjoy the perks of his position.
He opened his desk drawer out of habit—a thick wooden paddle sat in the center—he fingered the handle idly before closing the drawer.
A minute ago, Mrs. Hoffman had called with a disciplinary case. Mrs. Hoffman was his only female teacher, responsible for educating young girls on their position in modern society. Apparently, she was having trouble with one of her adult students. Normally, the name wouldn't have mattered, but this one had stuck out in his mind.
Jessie Gartner.
Yes, she was a particularly delectable morsel. The type who caught your attention.
Usually, he left discipline to the teachers, but when a case like this arose, he made a point to intervene. Under his guidance, the school never ran short of his little 'adult disciplinary cases'.
In the old-days, he never would have been able to impose such exotic punishments. In the new world, however, where an eighteen-year-old girl was concerned, his word was law.
There was a knock on the door. A soft knock. The type a timid, uncertain person might make. Walker stopped his drumming immediately—a smile played on his lips. He banished the smile at once, instead he adopted a stern expression. His severe expression was completely at odds with the giddy feeling inside of him.
"Come in."
A girl walked into his office. She looked up briefly and away again. As she turned to shut the door, he eyed her up and down. She could not hide her curves under the school uniform. He licked his lips.
Pace yourself.
He gestured to the short seat on the other side of the desk. "Sit down." He got a good look at Jessie as she sat. Her arms were crossed.
Typical teenage defiance
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"You don't cross your arms in this office," he said, "Put your hands down." As Jessie lowered her arms, her blouse fell apart, exposing her brassiere. The sudden view of her flesh threw him off guard. Her shirt was in tatters.
Not an unwelcome development.
He kept his face straight. "Explain yourself."
"I didn't mean to. It wasn't my fault—" she was blubbering, "Please don't get—" He waved her silent with his hand.
"You're lucky I keep spare uniforms in this office." He adopted a kind, fatherly tone. His sudden shift in demeanor would keep her guessing. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a folded blouse. When he passed the shirt to Jessie, her face lifted.
"Oh, thank you so much Principal Walker." He waited. She shifted in her seat, obviously uncomfortable under his gaze. He said nothing. "I can put it on later," she said.
"You'll do no such thing. You've disrespected the dress code long enough with that tattered shirt. Change, and do it quickly." His voice betrayed no hint of eagerness. Uncertainly, she rose to her feet and walked to the corner of the office. She stripped off the old blouse and began to put on the new one. Eventually, she paused.
"Principal Walker, this blouse is too small. This must be a small, I need a—"
"It's the only size uniform left, and you'll wear it," he said, "If you wanted something different, you shouldn't have trashed your old uniform." She shrunk under his gaze. After a moment's hesitation, she started to pull on the new blouse again. He watched her struggle with the shirt. Being unreasonable felt good.
"There. Don't you feel better?" He surveyed her new shirt. The buttons were already strained, but he acted as though nothing was amiss. Such a small uniform couldn't be comfortable, but she would wear the outfit anyway. Her feelings in the matter were irrelevant. If she made a scene, he would have no choice but to administer extra discipline.
What a shame that would be.
Principal Walker looked me over from his desk. I could feel my new blouse, the size was way too small. Already my bosom fought against the buttons. I prayed this new blouse wouldn't cause any issues.
"Judging by the reports I've had from staff; you've always acted in a willful and stubborn manner," said Principal Walker. "Mrs. Hoffman works hard to teach young ladies like yourself proper grooming. Now you arrive to her class disheveled, in what I can only interpret as willful disobedience. What am I to make of your behavior? May I remind you, your poor behavior reflects badly on this school, and on me personally. Perhaps, merely scolding you isn't enough." My cheeks flushed hot at Principal Walker's admonishment.
Does he want me to respond?
I decided the safest move was to wait silently. I still didn't know if I could trust the principal.
"It's clear a severe punishment is needed. I'm worried if it's not sufficiently embarrassing for you, the misbehavior will continue." He rolled his chair back from his desk. His gaze was steady. My eyes flicked down to my lap.
Being alone in principal's presence made me nervous. What would've been a routine interaction a few days ago, was now laced with tension.
Men can't be trusted.
The Principal was clearly ramping into something. I felt unsafe trapped here. I'd never liked my neighbor, even Matt had always bullied me, but my counselor—Mr. Stephenson, my art teacher—Mr. Carson, before today they had been regular adults, trustworthy and predictable. After everything they had inflicted on me, I had no idea who was trustworthy. Dread crept down my spine as I waited on the principal's next words.
"I understand you're one of the star players on the soccer team." My heart leapt. In an instant, my principal had pinpointed the thing I cared most about. "Perhaps a suspension—"
"Wait—" I cut across the Principal and glanced up. He seemed taken aback by my boldness. Mr. Walker cast me a withering gaze. My nerve was about to abandon me, but I had to say something. My team was about to enter the post-season, and scouts would be at our games.
If I'm suspended now, it's over.
"Is there another option, besides soccer, any other punishment?" I rushed through the words. The moment I finished I dropped my eyes from his. I stared at my lap. There was an ugly pause. I could feel Principal Walker's eyes boring into me.
"Even now," Walker continued, "You openly display insubordinate behavior." I shivered.
The risk is worth it.
It has to be.
"I suppose... I can find an alternative punishment—" I sighed with relief. "—but if you handle punishment poorly, afterward we will discuss your future in the soccer program." My breath caught. '
My future with the soccer program.'
His words were a dagger in my stomach. I tried to wet my lips.
"What punishment?" I waited, tense.
"Walk around to this side of the desk," said Principal Walker. The desk in front of me was large.
I'll handle whatever he chooses.
I had gone in to my Etiquette & Personal Care class with a tattered uniform, a light punishment from the principal was the best I could hope for.
I stood up, trying to adopt a contrite expression. Whatever the punishment, I needed to act gracefully. My status on the soccer team would rely on my response. I felt a flutter of nerves as I walked around the table.
What is he planning?
I looked on top of his desk for some hint, but didn't see anything unusual.
The Principal gestured across his right knee.
"Lay down on your stomach." I looked up at him.
What a weird thing to ask. What's happening?
His eyes were stern, and he did not seem pleased to find me staring back at him. With a jolt I remembered I was supposed to be on my best behavior. "Do as I say." I jumped at his tone.
I need to listen to him
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Awkwardly, I lowered myself stomach first onto his lap. My thighs balanced on his right leg. Meanwhile, my head and legs hung precariously to either side. I wobbled, and tried to straighten myself. Mr. Walker put a hand on my backside as I found my balance. Then he placed a hand on my head and pushed me forward. My head and torso lurched over the side of the chair. My hair dangled over my face and onto the floor.
"Grab the legs of my chair with your hands." Mr. Walker's voice came from above me.
"Why? —" The question left my mouth before I could stop it. I winced as the question hung in the air. "—sorry." I corrected myself. I hastened to grab the legs of the chair as he instructed. I would not question any more of his commands.
I felt Mr. Walker place a hand of my hip, his grip was firm. His elbow pressed against my shoulder blades. From this position I couldn't lift my head or shoulders. Blood started to rush to my head. Above me, I heard a drawer open.
I craned my neck, but looking up was impossible with his elbow digging into my shoulders.
Maybe he's getting something from his desk
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Suddenly, my skirt was lifted over my rump, and my butt was exposed to the air. Mr. Walker raised his knee, and my rear-end was lifted into the air— suddenly vulnerable.
My face hovered inches from the floor. On the other side of his lap, I felt my legs dangle in the air. The precarious position made me helpless, I felt like a small child.
"Move your knees apart, and arc your back." Mr. Walker's words left no room for negotiation. Without thinking I did as I was bid. My backside felt very exposed.
What did he take out of his desk?
Suddenly, Mr. Walker twisted his body. I raised my head a fraction of an inch.
What is he—
THWAP—something hard struck my behind. I yelped—a harsh sting blossomed across my butt.
What just happ—
