"Good morning, Miss Mitchell," West Valley headmaster Stephen Krutz said as he approached his prize student. Susan Mitchell was standing in one of the faculty restrooms, her legs spread wide with ropes tied to the plumbing fixtures. Her arms were tied outstretched with rope around her wrists. Kylie had brought her here earlier in the morning and bound her before leaving her here. A few teachers had come through the door in the meantime, staring at the bound student. Two had turned and left when the saw here but two others had used the facilities anyway. She thought she heard one of the male teachers masturbating in the stall, which would not have surprised her.
Krutz was still speaking. "It's been awhile since I've seen you. I understand Miss Johnson has been treating you well?" Susan didn't know how to answer that. Her abuse under Kylie's hands had been less painful but no less humiliating and embarrassing than that the headmaster had dished out. So Susan said nothing. She knew nothing she could say would change this man's mind and save her from another day of torture.
The headmaster had a long metal stick in his hand that Susan had just noticed. On one end was a red u-shaped rubber attachment. It took a few minutes for Susan to understand what this device was and she started pleading with the headmaster as he waved the cattle prod at her.
"You will notice there are no cameras today, Miss Mitchell. Today is just you and me," Krutz said.
"Please, sir. I've done everything you've asked," Susan pleaded. "Please don't do this to me."
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Krutz placed the cattle prod against her bare upper right thigh and pressed the power button. Susan let out and deafening scream and pulled hard against the ropes binding her. The pain was intense and felt like it was all over her body. Then just as soon as it started, it stopped. Susan gasped heavily, her body shaking, tears flowing down her face.
"Why?" Susan screamed.
