Julia wondered what sort of place her father had sent her to. She had only been here an hour and already she was standing half naked by her bed, waiting for the Headmaster to come and inspect her uniform. He'd warned her of course, plenty of times, but she never listened. No she chose to waste her time with friends instead of concentrating on her studies and now here she was, just as he'd said she would be, nervous and uneasy about the coming year.
She glanced around the room, everything was tidy, just as she'd been told it must be. She had already been told that the Headmaster would find any excuse to punish her, and he had a fearsome reputation. So she waited, staring at the wall opposite her bed. It was a plain white wall and Julia wondered why everything was so stark in this place, it was almost like a prison. Perhaps that was the idea, to make the girls feel like prisoners and to shock some sense into them?
Julia heard a sound outside her door. Was that him? She started to tremble a little, her breathing quickened and her heart raced. Still she waited, but the sound moved on down the hallway. She thought back to the moment her father told her she was to come here, the day before her 18th birthday, he seemed strange that day, he looked at her differently, almost as if.... Julia felt her nipples hardening slightly under the expensive black lace basque she was wearing... almost as if he was lusting after her. She hadn't quite realised it at the time, but the more she thought about it, the more she was convinced that that's what it was. She was appalled by the idea, and yet, her body was reacting differently. She loved her father dearly, he was still a relatively young man, successful, rich (he had to be to afford to send her here, though she didn't know that) and good looking, indeed, not one but two of her friends had confided in her that they had fantasized about him while getting themselves off. Julia had never done that, but as she thought about her father now she felt a fluttering in her stomach and the first signs of arousal in her youthful pussy.
So lost in thought was she that Julia never heard the door handle turn and she snapped her head to the left to look when she felt the door move just a few feet away. Mrs Johnson entered the room first, she had met the girls from the bus and shown them into the college just a few hours before, and Julia had already weighed her up. She was in her late 50's and an old school disciplinarian without a doubt, her clothes marked her out as someone not to mess with, like a matriarch from a black and white movie.
She walked past Julia, looking down her nose at her as she did so, then she scanned the room for any signs of wrongdoing before settling herself in the far corner. The Headmaster followed a few paces behind. He was dressed in a smart suit that fitted his large frame impeccably. He was a big man, well over six foot and wide with it. Julie wondered if he might have played rugby at his school, he was perfectly proportioned for it. She certainly wouldn't have tried to tackle him if he had the ball.
He couldn't help look down his nose at her... at everyone, being so tall. But with Julia barely scraping five foot three he positively towered over her, making her feel even more timid and insignificant than she usually did.
"Miss Hellings," said Mrs Johnson, rather curtly.
"Mmmm," mused the headmaster, appraising her like an animal he was considering purchasing. "Unusual name...quite attractive though, unlike some of the girls I've seen this morning."
Julia felt her cheeks redden and she looked down at the parquet floor.
"It is expected that you thank the headmaster when he compliments you," chirped Mrs Johnson.
Julia looked first at the woman in the corner and then up at the towering headmaster.
"Thank you....sir."
He showed no sign of caring whether the girl thanked him or not, but continued to study the girls apparel.
"Do you know why you have been sent here?" He asked.
"Not really sir," muttered Julia.
A loud tut filled the room from Mrs Johnson's corner, which was followed by a very clear instruction "Speak up girl!".
"Not really sir," repeated Julia in a much louder voice.
"Hmm," said the Headmaster again. He bent down onto one knee in front of her and reached forward to straighten her black stockings.
Julia flinched at his touch and was rewarded with a hard slap to her legs.
"Don't flinch," trilled Mrs Johnson. "The Headmaster inspects all the girls daily and any uniform infractions are dealt with swiftly. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mrs Johnson," replied Julia, the stinging in her legs quite apparent in her voice.
"You are here to learn your place girl, your father expects perfection when you return and our reputation is exemplary. Accordingly, any mistake, however small will be punished and in time you will learn how to behave yourself properly in your father's company."
Julia looked down at the 'clothes' she was wearing and wondered why on earth her father would want her to learn to dress like this, and then she remembered that look he'd given her just before she left.
"No," she thought to herself, "No, that can't be...he wouldn't, surely."
The Headmaster looked up at her puzzled face and smiled warmly.
"I presume your mother is no longer with your father?"
"No, she.... died several years ago."
The headmaster nodded, "It's often the case. In fact most of the girls who come here are from a similar background to you, rich fathers who are alone or in dead, loveless marriages. A lot of the fathers see their wives in the daughters and want to recapture what they once had..."
