The headmaster's office was a small, unassuming room located near the eastern side of the St. Margaret's Academy for Wayward Girls. Built with only a single window in mind, the space inside was quite plain, resembling little more than a small squarish rectangle about as long as it was wide. Bookshelves, a few cabinets, and a single desk sat near the fireplace at the end. Aside from the brass nameplate that signaled who it belonged to, there was little else that stood out to the eye.
Waiting in front of the office entrance, however, Sarah found herself wishing she was standing anywhere else except where she was now. She swallowed hard as she looked up at the school emblem hanging above the door. A lion stood triumphant over the dead body of a snake, its severed head trapped beneath a paw. Gathering up her courage, she raised her hand to knock. She was eighteen now, what was there for her to be afraid of?
"Come in," a voice called out from inside.
Somehow, despite every single one of her senses telling her to turn around and run, Sarah managed to stand her ground. Opening the door just wide enough to slip through, she stepped inside, squinting her eyes as she did so. The morning sun was just starting to rise, and the light of its rays blinded her as it shone through the window. Slowly, the glare faded as her vision adjusted.
"Sarah Whitney," said the headmaster, "What brings you to my office so early today?"
Sitting behind his desk, he looked up from his paperwork, and instantly Sarah dropped her gaze down to the floor. Biting down on her lips, she reached into her skirt pocket to pull out a tiny pink slip with a signature scrawled across the bottom. Sister Halsey's handwriting, she had been the one doing the morning inspections today. Her hands trembled as the headmaster took it from her.
"Hmmm, I see," he said.
The corner of his eyes wrinkled as he slowly read it over, and amplified by the silence that stretched out in between, Sarah felt every beat of her pulse as it echoed through her head. Still, she continued to stand where she was, her vision glued to the patterns of the carpet on the floor. She wanted to cough, sit down, do anything except stand there and listen to her own heartbeat, but her body no longer seemed to be under her will.
What a situation to be in, she thought, and all for the sin of something she couldn't even control. Had she been a just little faster at getting changed today, then perhaps Sister Halsey wouldn't have even noticed. One glance at the dampness on the inside of her thighs however, and it was enough to send her all the way to headmaster's office where she was standing now. The unfairness of it all rose up inside her, itching to burst out of her head.
By the time the headmaster finally spoke, it felt like an eternity had passed, and Sarah let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding.
"And is this the first time that this has occurred?" he asked.
The leash broken, the words seemed to rush out all at once.
"Yes!" said Sarah, "I mean no... but I didn't mean to this time! And when I asked Father Alex last week, he said as long as I keep my thoughts pure then it doesn't count and..."
She trailed off as the headmaster looked up with a keen eye, and she moved her own to stare back at her feet.
"So, this isn't the first time," said the headmaster.
"No Sir," said Sarah, her voice a little quieter.
"And have you have been punished for this before?" asked the headmaster.
"Yes Sir," said Sarah.
"So you knew what would happen if you did it again," he said.
Now, her voice shrunk down to a whisper, her lips barely even moving.
"Yes Sir," said Sarah.
The headmaster hummed to himself and leaned back in his chair, and she clasped her hands together in front of skirt, standing with her feet spread ever so slightly apart the way she had been taught since she first arrived at the school. It must have worked, however, since the questions stopped there. Picking up his pipe from the desk, the headmaster measured out a small wad of tobacco and packed it into the bowl. Striking a match, he puffed at the stem until the fire caught, and the pipe lit up with an orange ember glow.
Sarah waited patiently for him to speak, her hands trembling a little as he opened a drawer to put the matchbook away.
"So," he said.
So what, she wanted to ask, but she held her tongue.
"So," he said again, "What am I do to with you now that you are here, Ms. Whitney."
More silence, broken only by the tick-tock of the grandfather clock outside as it chimed down the hall. Dimly, Sarah could hear the other students walking by as they prepared for their morning classes. Chatter of gossip perhaps, or of assignments long overdue, whichever was most interesting to the present company. She followed the lines in the carpet as the headmaster puffed away, waiting patiently for an answer.
A minute passed as they stood there, each waiting for the other to speak. In the case of the headmaster though, it was more like standing before a statue of stone. Her mind spin as she bit down on her lips again, trying to think of something to say.
"I'm going to be punished?" she asked.
It was both a question and a statement at the same time, and the headmaster drew on his pipe, slowly blowing the smoke out through the air.
"Do you feel like you deserve to be punished?" he asked.
Immediately, she closed her mouth and tried not to think too hard about her response. The question was one that every girl at the school knew by heart, and in most every case, the more complicated the answer, the longer the punishment that followed. Fail to give an adequate answer, however, and the results would be even worse. Sarah fidgeted, shifting her weight back and forth on her feet as she tried to think of something in the middle.
"I don't know," she said at last.
The headmaster took one last draw from his pipe and set it aside, and Sarah watched as a thin trail of smoke drifted upward towards the ceiling. It flickered a little as the headmaster stood up to walk around his desk. He stopped before her, and she swallowed as her throat went dry.
"Well then, I suppose we'll have to find out the answer to that together, won't we?" he said.
Looking up into the gentle gaze of his eyes, briefly, Sarah wondered if she had made the right choice.
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Getting dressed every morning at the St. Margaret's Academy for Wayward Girls was an easy task. Everyone wore the same standard uniform, which eliminated the difficulties of having to select an outfit every day. Consisting of a school blazer, a pair of stockings, and a knee length skirt, the design was simple and robust, and even fast to prepare. But while putting on the uniform was easy, taking it off, especially with the someone watching her, was a much more difficult task.
Standing before her, the headmaster smiled as he waited for her to start.
"Skirts up now," said the headmaster, "All the way."
Turning her head to the side, Sarah reached down to take hold of the edge of her skirt. The headmaster made no attempt to rush her as she lifted it up above her waist. Then, spreading her legs until they were shoulder width apart, she stood with the soft fabric of her panties on full display.
The headmaster reached out his hand, and Sarah bit down on her lips as his touch trailed up the inside of her thighs. Little by little, his fingers moved closer until they hovered at last over the mound of her most intimate place. She shivered as she waited for him to continue. Every instinct told her to close her legs against the intrusion, but she had little choice except to endure. Stuck in her current situation, refusing now would only make the upcoming punishment even worse.
"Hnnn..."
Pausing only for the briefest of moments, the headmaster finally touched her, running his fingers down between the cleft of her vulva and rubbing her through the thin fabric of her panties in between. Using his thumb, he pressed down against the tiny protrusion near the top of her lips, and Sarah gasped as a spark of electricity jumped across her skin. Static filled her head as the friction caused something inside her to stir, and slowly, she felt her body starting to tense up, as if there was a spring inside her being stretched tight. All the while, the headmaster continued to rub her, moving his fingers around in circles as he teased her to the edge.
"Ahhh... please, I...!"
The moment she felt something start to rise however, the headmaster stopped and pulled his hand away. Breathing hard, Sarah watched as he rubbed his fingers together, and a clear strand of fluid stretched out to hang in between. Down below, she could feel the sticky heat of something flowing down the inside of her thighs.
"Well?" he said.
