Despite the fearsome reputation that the St. Margaret's Academy for Wayward Girls had gained for itself over the years, life at the school wasn't always as bad as it seemed. Punishments were quite rare actually, and it was far from every day that a girl would be required to lower her panties to her knees. Out of the roughly one thousand students that attended, perhaps only about a dozen would end up being sent to the headmaster's office per week. For the rest of the class, most of the days were spent quite carefree.
But as lenient as the academy was, there still came a time when the rules could no longer be ignored. Every now and then, something big would occur, and the school would be forced to play its hand. Or the paddle, in the case of Reena Patel as she stood before the headmaster with tears running down her face. One look at the situation, and it was quite clear that there was a punishment waiting for her at the end of the day.
"Please sir," she cried, "It was a mistake, it won't happen again!"
An international student and eighteen years old, her accent was lighter than most, through her New Delhi background and her family wealth was the most likely cause. Sinking down onto her knees with her hands clasped in front of her however, there was not a single trace of her traditional upper-caste mannerisms to be found. For a straight A student who played the flute and was on the marching band, it was quite a sight to see.
"If my parents ever find out, they'll kill me!" she begged.
There were tears of desperation in her eyes as if she knew her life was about to end, and given the conservative background she came from, it might as well be the case. A doctor, a lawyer, even an accountant, these things were the norm when it came to the expectations of such families. A harlot, however, was not one of them, and kneeling on the ground right now, that was exactly what she had become.
Sitting behind his desk, the headmaster sighed in response.
"Do you realize the magnitude of what you've done?" he said.
"Sir, I...," said Reena.
"The issue here isn't about just you now," he said softly, "It's become a matter of integrity for the entire school."
The words stuck in like a barb, and Reena lowered her gaze to the floor. It was one thing for her to fail a test, or heavens forbid, try to touch herself between her legs. It was an entirely different matter, however, for her to be caught in an intimate relationship with a stranger from a nearby town. An older, postgrad lecturer as well, if that made things any worse.
It had started off rather innocently, a chance meeting between the two of them as they bumped into each other during one of her trips out. There was a café that she liked to visit, and sitting down together at the same table, he had been quite surprised to discover that she was reading the same book as well. Les Fleurs du mal, or The Flowers of Evil, as it was less elegantly put. Following that, the more they talked, the more it seemed natural for her to accept when he invited her out for a drink at the local bar.
She shouldn't have, she really shouldn't have, but separated from the controlled supervision of her parents and living halfway across the world, it hadn't even occurred to her that she should have said no. And by the time the first round of drinks were ordered, it was as if her thoughts were no longer her own. Bourbon and shots of tequila, the first time she had dared to drink alcohol. And during the drive back, with things going the way they were, she soon found a hand pressing down on the back of her head as her mouth was filled with the taste of something else. A brief spurt of bitterness against the back of her throat, and the rest was a blur, the memories of what happened afterwards forgotten in the haze of youth.
Needless to say, even without her absence at the morning inspection the day afterwards, it hadn't taken long for the school to find out.
"I'm really sorry sir," sobbed Reena.
"I'm sure you are," said the headmaster.
"Am I... am I going to be expelled?" asked Reena.
It was as much of a confession of guilt as it was a plea for mercy, and staring down at the floor in front of her, her voice sounded almost broken as the words came out. The very thought of being kicked out was unthinkable. What would her parents say to her if they could see her like this now? They would disown her for sure, especially after they found out what she had done.
The headmaster looked across at her, and she swallowed hard as she tried to hold back her tears. His usual smile was missing, and a solemn expression stretched across his face where it would have been. Even in the past when she was being punished, he had always been nice to her so long as she was willing to repent. Now though, it was as if the very air of the room was pressing down against her like a stone around her neck.
Sitting behind his desk, the headmaster let out a sign as he set his pipe to the side. For once it was unlit, and the packed tobacco inside slowly curled upward as it dried against the air. When he spoke again, his voice sounded ever so slightly bitter as if he was more disappointed in her rather than upset.
"I have half a mind to," he said at last.
"Please, I...," said Reena.
"But," he said again, cutting her off, "Considering your previous record, and the fact that this was your first offense, I'm willing to make an exception. Provided of course that your purity is still intact."
Silence, and then an eternity as her heart leapt up in her chest. And with a start, she realized, the reason why she was still here in his office now instead packing her bags. Whatever protests she had after that remained stuck in her throat as faint glimmer of hope rose up instead. He was giving her one last chance, she realized. A small one, but a chance nonetheless.
"What if I'm not," she asked.
"Then I'm afraid I can't help you there," said the headmaster, "On the chance that you still are though, it still won't come cheap. Three months of detention, and travel privileges suspended for the rest of the year."
Reena felt a sense of relief. She had been fortunate that sitting side by side in the car that night, she hadn't had the time to do much else aside from fumble around a bit in the dark. She had taken him in her mouth, and he had stuck a finger up between her legs, but with the limited room they had to move in, there was still a good chance that she was still intact. At least she hoped so. There had been a bit of pain when he stuck his finger in, but it hadn't gone in very far at all.
Of course, with the only other option being expulsion from the school, it wasn't as if she had much of a choice. Taking in a deep breath, Reena slowly dried her tears and nodded her head.
"Yes sir," she said.
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Despite the newfound hope, there was still the matter of the actual inspection ahead of her, and Reena felt her face grow red at the prospect of even having to check. It made sense though why the headmaster would ask. The only students that were allowed to enroll at the academy were those who could keep themselves pure. He was willing to help her, but only on the grounds that her virginity was still intact.
The next steps after that were more than clear, and reaching up to take off the top half of her school uniform, Reena blushed in embarrassment as she lowered her skirt. Her panties followed a moment later, and she shivered as the cold air blew across the warm tones of her mahogany skin. Standing there in the nude, she resisted the urge to cover up as her nipples perked up from the center of her breasts. The small pert mounds were hardly large enough to even be considered B-cup in size.
"Sir, I...," said Reena.
"Don't thank me" said the headmaster, "Thank yourself for not letting him go any further."
It was the only opportunity she was going to get, and she wasn't going to squander it by delaying any further.
"Yes sir," she said.
Deep breaths now. It was just a standard purity inspection. She had gone through the procedure more than a dozen times now since she joined in her first year. But with her future resting on the results now, this time the anticipation felt so much worse. Moving her feet apart as she had been taught, she reached up to place her arms on top of her head.
"No, not like that," said the headmaster, "On your back."
"You mean like...," said Reena.
