All characters are eighteen or older. This is a work of fantasy by an amateur writer trying to learn a new skill, and happy to receive helpful criticism.
It is not intended for those of you who cannot distinguish fiction from reality, who are more concerned by minor grammar mistakes than the story itself, and who will find something to criticize and complain about despite having never contributed anything here themselves.
For the rest of you, Chapters 3 and 4 are in the works, where Sweetie will visit Dervonshire's Boys academy, and where Miss Harriot makes an after hours visit to Sweetie and Heather in their dorm..
Enjoy.
Chapter 2
Sweetie clenched her fists in frustration, her short nails digging into her palms as she vibrated in silent rage over her current situation. She stood before the massive, ornately framed mirror outside Veddon's office, staring mournfully at the twin peaks of her braless nipples poking through the thin fabric of her school blouse. She glanced up and down the hallway and finding herself momentarily alone, ran her palms experimentally over her misbehaving flesh, willing a retreat to a less noticeable condition, but sadly producing the opposite effect as the delicate touch on that overly sensitive flesh sent a hot, electrical flash through her trembling body, causing her to inhale sharply.
The utter unfairness of the Universe had her close to tears. In the weeks following her embarrassing punishment, she had redoubled her efforts to comply in every tiny detail to the many rules of St. Cornelius, navigating them skillfully and without incident- until this morning, intent on never putting herself in the humiliating position she'd found herself in earlier.
"Of all mornings, too," she lamented, realizing grimly that it was the first of the month; the start of a new demerit cycle where all the teachers and administrators would be extra alert to catch and report the first demerit of the cycle. Sweetie groaned to herself, angered to add that ignoble honor to her list of otherwise impressive accomplishments.
"I wonder what horrors the old coot will have in store for me this time," she mumbled under her breath then looking around in panic lest anyone should overhear her private musings.
Her success in navigating the schools' treacherous academic protocols made her failure at the far more mundane dress code requirements even more demoralizing. How annoying to never be commended for any of her hard work, but always be punished for these trivial infractions.
Sweetie had long pondered why some girls-like her often-annoying roommate Heather- could wear their skirts clearly shorter than the rules permitted, wear their blouses extra tight, have their shoes scuffed and unpolished- the list went on, and yet never once had she seen her punished for the very same infractions that had landed her here on multiple occasions.
When Heather had left earlier this morning, Sweetie had noticed her uniform was not even pressed, her shoes were not polished, and though she couldn't be sure, it looked like her skirt was a size smaller than usual. Had she not been in a panicked search for her missing bra, she might even have challenged her roomie on this 'special' day of demerits.
Now that Sweetie had first-hand experience with Veddon, she had come to understand these punishments were merely a thin pretense for him and his colleagues to indulge their twisted perversions. She thought back to how Veddon and his friend headmaster Dervonshire had treated her, how they had touched her and embarrassed her. As horrible as it was, a flush of hot arousal flowed over her as she thought back to their hands, touching her...there.
She took another look in the mirror, fixed her hair, smoothed her skirt then, as if admonishing her disobeying body mumbled to her still erect nipples, "Oh for God's sake go to sleep already!"
She took a deep breath, unclenched her fists, and knocked on the door.
The expected "Enter" command did not come immediately. Nor after ten, then twenty long, silent seconds. She paused, confused. Veddon arrived early, and stayed late, and was always in his office during punishment hours. Maybe because this was the start of the new demerit cycle things were different, she was getting ready to knock a second time when the door opened, causing her to stumbled back in surprise as the toothy smile of headmaster Dervonshire glared back as her from the partially opened door.
His was absolutely the last face she wanted to see, and he must have sensed her terror and confusion as he opened the door, smiling lewdly at the confused young girl.
"Ah. Miss..," he paused, pretending to recall her name, though Sweetie knew full well that he knew it. "Sweetie, right? Yes, that's it. Do come in! How lovely to see you again."
Dervonshire opened the door and gestured for her to enter, her stunned gaze locked on the smiling old Letcher. She stepped in cautiously, eyes locked on his as he closed and locked the door.
Dervonshire grinned at the quaking, young girl. "Oh, I do hope I have the good fortune of being present for another of your punishments!" he chuckled. "I did so enjoy your naked little body in our earlier encounter!" "Perhaps you will you be showing us that lovely hairy cunt of yours as well?"
Sweetie was too shocked and embarrassed by the rude comment to respond, and it did not appear that Dervonshire was really expecting a response but she felt some kind of response was expected so she choked out a stuttering reply.
"I- I- I was sent down for a uniform violation," she stuttered and added, "S-Sir."
Dervonshire's smile widened, and he placed his bony hand on Sweeties shoulder and guided her into the office and towards Veddon's desk.
Rather surprisingly, there was already another occupant seated in one of the chairs before his desk, and Sweetie was shocked to see that it was none other than one of her favorite teachers, Miss June Harriot, the young, recently hired Health, Hygiene and Fitness instructor.
Even more surprising was another extraordinary fact that took Sweetie a few more seconds to process. Miss Harriot was clad only in a lacy, pale blue matching bra and panties. She was barefoot as well, her garter and stockings seemingly laid upon the other chair before the desk.
Miss Harriot looked embarrassed to be seen in this state, her face was pink with embarrassment and she could only briefly meet Sweetie's eyes before lowering her head, remaining silent.
"Veddon is in his private office, please wait here while I let him know of your arrival," and Dervonshire knocked lightly on the closed door of Veddon's private office, then entered, closing the door behind him.
Sweetie could not believe what she was seeing. Was Miss Harriot here to be punished? She was more than interested in the semi-nude body of the very attractive teacher. She had never really seen an older (though twenty-five is hardly old) women in such a state of dress, and was immediately aware that Miss Harriot's nipples were jutting lewdly out, leaving two little peaks in the soft, silky fabric of her bra. For some reason, this made Sweetie feel better, knowing that these things happened to teachers as well.
