Teach Me A Lesson [Reyne and Jack Stalker]
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				Title: <strong>Teach Me A Lesson [Reyne and Jack Stalker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 23:37:17</strong>
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				With Winter Break just a few days away, Rosewood High: Academy for Accelerated Students, was in a bustling sort of move. Fall was fading into the chilly winter season and the trees were slowly shedding their brown, crinkling leaves. Littering the front lawn with heaps of them. A beautiful sight as boys and girls from the ages of fourteen and eighteen strolled along the campus, talking and laughing.<br><br>It was the ten minute break in between switching classes and walking through the fine, wide halls of Rosewood was a young woman, carrying a heavy black messenger bag and her phone tucked in her right hand, she made her way to the last class of the day.<br><br>Walking in, her hazel eyes would sweep along the area slowly, colors of green, gold, and brown shined in her almond shaped orbs as her long, thick lashes rose up and down in slow, bored blinks. No one looked at her. No one really dared to.<br>She wasn't an outcast, but she might as well be. She only had a few friends and to them she barely spoke. <br><br>The usual outfit was a skirt, a white collared button up shirt, a red tie, and navy blue blazer. Her outfit did indeed include a skirt but it came to the middle of her full, tanned thighs, exposing her short, yet curvy and toned legs. The stockings that most girls wore to their knees, she wore bunched up around her ankles like a Japanese school girl while her black loafers had different colored pins stabbed through the leather. Safety pins too, dipped in paint. Her tie was on, red of course, but her shirt was unbuttoned and beneathe she wore a black, lacy camisole. Her full, ample breasts were pushed up in her bra and the blazer, well, there was no blazer.<br><br>Her thick, chocolate brown hair cascaded down to a little below her shoulders and her bangs would keep flicking into her eyes which she would push back now and again. Taking a seat up front since the rest were all taken and she had just gotten into class, she sighed and set down her bag as she adjusted her thick rimmed black glasses, looking like an artsy, hot, rebelliously sexy nerd with her tanned curvaceous form.<br><br>Rachel Rene' Jones was eighteen and in her last year of school she pretty much had a mind set that pretty soon it would all be over and she wouldn't need stupid education every again. Her full pink lips parted in a yawn as she brought out her notebook and slouched in her seat, looking up front, yet her eyes were glazed, drifting off into fantasies she would write on paper and make stories. A hidden talent of hers between drawing and writing, she had a knack for singing and was in the school Choir. But that was the only effort she showed, in creative things.<br><br>The rest, she could care less about. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teach Me A Lesson [Reyne and Jack Stalker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 09:48:10</strong>
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				Mrs Trask was taking the class this morning. <br><br>On any other day it would have been Mr Wilkins, he was well know for his undisciplined and slack attitude towards his job, he would have been easy to deal with for any slackers in the class. Unfortunately or fortunately depending on your point of view, everyone seemed to have known in advance that Mrs 'Trask the terrible' was going to be taking the class this morning. All the other students were smartly dressed in the correct uniform and putting on wonderful displays of actually being interested in Mrs Trask's maths lesson.<br><br>"You there... at the back. Stand up, yes you..." Mrs Trask looked at the register in front of her scanning the names. she cursed at seeing who it was, she really should remember such a simple name in future. "Jones, yes you young lady, what do you call that? Your socks are around your feet and you are missing half your uniform, what have you done to your shoes and socks? Where, in the name of all that is holy, is your blazer?" she tapped her foot and glared at Jones over her spectacles. Was she wearing glasses as well? Mrs Trask could never tell if Jones wore glasses because she needed them or because she was somehow mocking her.<br><br>"Don't bother getting comfortable, off with you, everyone else seems capable of following the school rules if you can't then try explaining it to the Headmaster." she pointed at the door. "Get moving young lady."<br><br>Michelle, one of Rachel's friends, lifted up her cellphone and made a throat slitting gesture. That was the signal she had devised to let Rachel know that her cellphone was dead... again... obviously Michelle had tried to warn her but technology had failed her, on her end or Rachel's end. Maybe both.<br><br>"Get a move on, I have a class to teach!" said Mrs Trask. "Be quiet the rest of you and turn to chapter 69... and no smirking about it!"<br><br>********<br><br>In the Headmasters Office the Headmaster, Jason Barrett, was in a foul mood, he was one of the youngest heads the academy had ever seen, with his dark hair and serious chiselled features he looked a little older than his thirty odd years. Today he had been informed that his favourite student, Sarah Hardcastle, had been arrested in town for having drugs and stolen items on her person. He had been looking forward to having one of his little chats with the insolent but surprisingly flexible Miss hardcastle. Now he was going to have to find some other way to occupy his time. The fact that his wife was divorcing him and had served him the papers this morning, coupled with the fact that he had run over his dog and then crashed his brand new uninsured Bentley into a tree trying to avoid it, just made matters worse.<br><br>He had instructed his secretary, Mavis cartwright, to send any and all students straight in, he wanted to clear any back log of insolent students and get back to his meditation. But already he had been forced to deal with three stupid and arrogant students.<br><br>God help the next one who walked in, he would brook no more of this insolence!<br><br>The door to his office suddenly opened...
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 15:30:24</strong>
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				Rae rolled her eyes, Mrs. Trask was the most annoying whore in the entire school. Even worse then the Queen Bee of the school who though she was so innocent, that was why she had gotten busted with drugs. Standing up her hip tilted out a little as she gazed at the teacher boredly and then sighed. "Yo whatever, I'm out." She walked down and nodded back to Michelle, knowing she had tried to warn her, oh well, it was whatever. Not like she actually bothered to care. Besides that uniform was gross and someone needed to upgrade the entire school. She didn't have time for snooping teachers and trying to figure out what her problem was.<br><br>Rae shoved in a stick of gum into her mouth, chewing it and popping the sticky gum in her mouth as she headed into Headmaster Barret's office. The guy was hot for his age, she had recognized that in the past. But he was just as annoying if not more then Mrs. Trask.<br><br>She simply nodded to the secretary who knew why she was there, wasn't Rae always there in the first place? What difference did it make, wasn't like they could expell her. Her mother had way too much money and influence to do that.<br><br>Turning the door knob of the lavish office she opened it and stepped in, blowing a bubble and then eating it she arched a brow and closed the door. "Mornin' Headmaster, Mrs. Trask sent me in regards to my uniform. Can I get my slip and head to detention now?" She walked up and put out her hand, her hazel eyes looking up into his as she waited, blinking. <br><br>Around school Rae was known as the talented girl who just didn't care. She had something underneath her apathetic facade that could be broken out of her if only someone tried but most were far too intimidated to do so. The few smiles she gave out to people showed her sweetness and the dimples deep in her cheeks,but she just had no desire to give it out for free. Only really funny events proved that or if she was trying to play with someone's emotions.<br><br>She'd had her fair share of boyfriends, was known for the few guys she'd slept with and while they had bragged about how good they were she knew the truth. Not a one of them got her blood going like the videos she watched or her very own fingers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teach Me A Lesson [Reyne and Jack Stalker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 10:52:17</strong>
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				The room was a large long one. The walls either side of the door were lined with cabinets, some closed others showing school pictures and awards. At the end of the room was a large desk with three big chairs in front of it, leather bound. There was a bay window behind the headmaster overlooking the school grounds and to the left side there was a sofa and coffee table, to the right a door into another room. All the decor was old oak and leather. Except the headmaster of course. He was in a grey suit with a cape like attachment. His mortar board was to the side of the desk.<br><br>The Headmaster looked over his glasses at the mess that trolled in through the door. It was Jones, her parents were so rich they could probably build their own school and have their own staff teach their little angel. Instead they had sent her here. At least she had the foresight not to have said ‘good’ before ‘morning‘. Perhaps some gossip about his situation had spread already, he never knew how teenagers found out half the things that they did. Maybe the school was already gearing up to mock him behind his back, few would do it to his face.<br><br>He wondered if she really needed those glasses, or whether she wore them like Mrs Baxter did, he suspected, to mock him somehow behind his back.<br><br>He stood up without looking at her, he had seen her school uniform modification before. He was familiar with the ridiculous socks around the ankles instead of pulled up to the thigh, where they should be. He moved around the desk and held out an ashtray in front of her mouth.<br><br>“First get rid of the gum Jones. Then pull your socks up, literally. I see that you don’t have your hands in your pockets, which is a good thing, although you seem to be missing your school blazer. This attitude has gone far enough. It isn’t enough that you flout the rules, but you consume foodstuffs without permission, you wear your uniform, what there is of it, in an unorthodox manner and you have a bad attitude to boot.” he walked over to a cabinet at the side of the room and opened it, inside were various whips, canes, rulers, crops and birches. They were various types, wood, leather, plastic, metal. They were of different widths and styles. He stood admiring them.<br><br>“Quite a collection…” he walked back to his desk and shuffled through some papers. “Ah, here we are. Your wonderful parents have authorised the use of corporal punishment in dealing with their daughter Rachel Jones. You’ll be happy to know that I have taken them up on their offer. Now Miss Jones, what sort of punishment do you think you should receive for what you have done today. Bearing in mind that this is far from the first time that you have been in here. What would you do with yourself if you were in my position? Hmmmm?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teach Me A Lesson [Reyne and Jack Stalker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 23:38:01</strong>
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				Rae didn't make a move nor a sound. Corporal punishment? Her eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as she felt anger clawing up her chest. How dare those little pricks assign that to her! The few times her father had tried to hit her she'd ducked or kicked him in the balls. They knew better then that. She turned her head and spat out her gum to the trashcan before she licked her lips and turned her bored expression on the Headmaster.<br><br>"Take the stick out of your ass Mr. Barret. These outfits are lame and outdated. If you would just order some new ones or something I'm sure I would be much more able to follow these stupid dress code rules." She put her hands on her hips before continuing on. "Also, Headmaster, I'm eighteen. If I haven't learned my lesson yet I'm not about to and no matter how hard you spank me or how many times, I'm not about to be whatever you think is the perfect student. Although, even your idea of the perfect student ended up getting busted. She really was a dumb whore."<br><br>She sighed and smiled, shrugging and putting up her hands, "Sorry. But I'll be going now. I'm not about to bend over for you and let you spank me like the little pervert you are. Expel me if you want, give me suspension, whatever."<br><br>Honestly, to think she was going to let a strange, maybe handsome, grown man bend her over his knee or his desk, and spank her, unless they were in the middle of sex. And she wasn't about to let that guy touch her just for punishment. Though it wasn't like she was against it, she just knew it was rather illegal.
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				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 06:12:36</strong>
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				Mr Barrett had never heard such insolence. Miss Jones had gotten more and more insolent every single day that she had been here, now she was even refusing to comply with the instructions of her parents. Maybe she had always failed to comply with them, for all he knew maybe that’s what she was like at home. Insolent and full of back chat and comments. Still it was finally a relief that one less stroppy whore would be bothering him at the school. On any other day it would have been a simple matter of detention or suspension. But why bother with that? It was so close to winter break it was easier to just get rid of her. It was her last year anyway and this close to the end of term there would be no refunds for her parents.<br><br>He closed the discipline cabinet and walked back to his desk, sitting down. He never even bothered to look at her. She was a mess and unworthy of his time anyway. “Of course Miss Jones, you know best. In fact we are all here at your beck and call to service you and do what you say. You insolent little whore Jones. Do you actually believe I would soil the bare flesh on my hands by ‘spanking you’ as you put it? Caning requires no physical contact, but I see that you are beyond those measures.” <br><br>He sat back steepling his fingers as he looked up at her. <br><br>“Sarah Hardcastle was ten times the student you were. You act like a petulant little whore, but at least she knew how and when to be one. You have no clue. You act bad but you have no idea what bad is. Bad girls don’t just troll about the school looking like a tramp the way you do. They know exactly who to be bad to and who to be nice to, so that they can carry on being bad to those that deserve no better. Unfortunately for you today is the wrong day to come into my office with an attitude. You are expelled Miss Jones. I will make up the paperwork and you can come and collect it at the end of school, copies will be sent to those unfortunate enough to have given birth to you. Better yet, you can sit there and think about what a silly little girl you are while I make up the forms for you, I see no reason to inflict you on any of the teachers for one second longer. You annoying troll.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 06:22:47</strong>
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				Each word was like a blow to her self esteem and to the fact that she was...expelled. Rae inhaled sharply at those words, her hazel eyes seemed troubled and she turned her head, unsure of what to say. The entire thing had backfired. It wasn't like she actually wanted to be expelled. School was the only constant in her life. Her parents were abusive towards each other and they never bothered with their daughter anymore. All Rae came home to was either emptiness or screaming, and she much rather preferred the emptiness.<br><br>It was weird to hear such things from an adult. She knew she wasn't a good student, and that there were rumors of her being a tramp or a whore, she really wasn't. She was just...searching, for something.<br><br>Suddenly Rae did something she never thought possible, she apologized.<br><br>"Please," her voice came out soft and shaky, turning her chin up a little her lower lip trembled and she walked forward, her hands on his desk, she inhaled sharply and went on. "Please, don't Headmaster Barrett. I'm sorry, Please don't expel me." She gulped and she felt a huge lump tighten in her throat it hurt to even swallow. If her parents knew about her being expelled they would beat her until she was black and blue or throw her out on the streets.<br><br>Her full lips trembled and she bit the lower one at the idea of being homeless and without a diploma. "I was being stupid Mr. Barrett. I didn't...I didn't mean that. Punish me, I'll stop, see," she pulled back, desperation drove on her movements as she yanked her stockings up to her thighs and pulled down her skirt, panting, she then buttoned up her top. Rae looked up and straightened, "My blazer is at home, but I'll come tomorrow with it on if that's what you want."<br><br>Moving around the right side of his desk she fell to her knees, her hands on the arm of his office chair she begged with a breaking in her voice, "I'll do anything and everything to keep my place here until I graduate, please Mr. Barrett." She'd managed to only pass each class with C's and B's. If given the chance she could earn A's if she wanted. But only if the Headmaster agreed, she had to do this, she could not be a failure, even if it her life already half way was.
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				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 07:11:29</strong>
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				Divorce. <br><br>A smashed Bentley.<br><br>Buster, his dog, in an early grave.<br><br>Hardcastle in jail.<br><br>Miss Jones apologizing.<br><br>Miss Jones the troublemaker from 3C apologizing.<br><br>It was all like some insane nightmare or dream, surely it was not happening. He looked down at her and wondered if this was some sort of trick, his eyes peered over his glasses, scouring the room for a hidden camera. He paused and gave Jones time to deliver some sort of punchline…<br><br>It never came. What the devil was Miss Jones playing at? She behaved like this school was completely beneath her and everyone around her was worthy only of her contempt, but now she was almost… no, she <em>was</em> begging, she was begging not to be expelled. Mr Barrett simply steepled his fingers and formed a neutral expression on his face. All this was to buy time while he thought of an appropriate response. Or to allow the hidden camera stunt people to burst in, whichever came first.<br><br>After a while it became apparent that no such team of cameramen was coming. Miss Jones was still looking up at him. He supposed he had better play along with her and weather the insults that were about to come when he told her what he had decided.<br><br>"Sarah Hardcastle was the school whore, Miss Jones. There may be some confusion as to the meaning of the word in this context so I will explain it to you. Hardcastle was a bad girl, she skipped classes, insulted teachers, threw food, beat up students, wore unorthodox clothing and generally ran the school 'playground', she dealt in drugs, even controlled some of the boys actions, certainly the girls knew better than to cross her.” He paused, looking at Miss Jones’ reaction.<br><br>“This was because she had friends in the right places Miss Jones. She was a bitch and a slut, but at the end of the day she followed my instructions. She played the game as it were and I allowed her to literally run riot in this place.” He looked at her, wondering to himself.<br><br>“Do you know of anyone up to filling the gap left by Miss Hardcastle?” he peered over his glasses at her. "Someone who wants the power to run riot in this place as long as they answer to me?"<br><br>He wondered if she realized that he had been checking her out since she had walked through the door. He was very good at feasting his eyes on students legs and asses in their obscenely short skirts without them knowing about it. <br><br>He had to be. He was the headmaster and above reproach.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 07:21:07</strong>
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				Rae hung on his every word. Staring at him like he was the savior of her school career. When he brought up Sarah she wasn't too sure what he was getting at here. Her eyes narrowed slowly and sat back on her knees, but that was it.&nbsp; He knew all about that stupid girl's doings and yet...he did nothing? Her left brow arched slowly, as if someone had just told her she'd gotten pregnant when all she did was down birth control for health issues and for the fact she really didn't want kids at all.<br><br>Her tongue ran along her lower lip slowly, dragging in thought before she lifted her chin. "So if I answer to you, Mr. Barrett, I can stay in school?" Her question was soft and hung in the air with a deep curiosity. Her head tilted slowly and lifted up the left side of her lips, the dimple in her cheek evident as she thought.<br><br>Wow, Sarah Hardcastle really was a nasty little whore. But now, thanks to the hole she had left, Rae had some where to belong into. Her heart thumped as she realized she had already decided her fate.<br><br>"I'm willing, Headmaster." She sat up on her knees, her right hand on the arm of his chair, the other on his thigh. "If you'll let me stay in school, I will become the person to fill Sarah's place...minus the drugs, because those really are quite damaging." She cringed a bit and then said. "Headmaster Barrett, I promise I'll answer to you for now on, thank you, for letting me stay."
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				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 07:55:31</strong>
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				“Yes… I can see that the drugs were quite damaging to Hardcastle, her delving into real drugs outside the school is what got her arrested. The stuff she was peddling here had been cut with so much sugar and baking powder that I doubt you could have overdosed on it if you ate 20lbs of the stuff.” he told Miss Jones.<br><br>“First things first, however, I have been instructed, as I said, to deliver punishment to you. Corporal punishment needs to be conducted for your unfortunate petulance and various other activities. While I welcome your remarkable change in attitude I cannot allow your past insolence to go unpunished. I’m afraid I will still have to comply with your parents wishes and deal with you as they have asked, otherwise I would be derelict in my responsibilities.” Mr Barrett gripped Miss Jones around the waist and lifted her to her feet, picking her up as if she was the weight of a feather with powerful hands that held her in a strong but gentle grasp. Then he moved back to the cabinet containing his canes and whips and started to inspect them.<br><br>“I feel a sense of déjà vu, Miss Jones. So, what sort of punishment do you think you deserve for your past actions? I will try to be as merciful as I can. But I’m afraid that the delivery of some strokes is going to be unavoidable.” He looked her up and down. “You will have to turn around and bend over the desk of course, while you decide on what action I should take. First of all we need to determine the length of the implement. How long do you think it should be Miss Jones? How many strokes do you think you should get from it? What about the width? You have so many questions to answer… I hope you do better with this test than you normally do. Of course from now on I think you will see a marked improvement in your grades… you know what they say about give and take, don’t you.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 08:18:54</strong>
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				Rae sighed, it wasn't going to be avoided, she was under his control after all. She really was not in the mood for punishment but he had just spared her highschool career. It was the <em>least</em> she could do. She was surprised at how easily he lifted her to her feet. She jumped up a bit, her breasts bouncing as she did, tilting her hips as she pulled down her skirt a bit more just to cover her bottom. <br><br>She listened to his speech, trying to think of what it was she deserved. Well honestly she deserved a lot when she thought about it. She'd been a nasty little thing to authority but it was just issues she would have to learn to deal with. Looking up she smiled and then spoke, "Five minutes long at least, Mister Barrett. I probably deserve more, but five minutes is the minimum. I'm not really too good at math so I don't know how many strokes that would lead to, but I'm guessing quite a lot. I have a bunch of things I need to be punished for, after all." She turned then, bending over with her small, dainty hands on the desk.<br><br>Rae's left hand went back and slowly she pulled up her skirt. Showing the lacy red thong that contrasted against her tanned skin quite well. Her round, pert bottom exposed as well as her juicy, bronzed thighs, down to the stocking covered calves that were a bit muscular from working out when she had the chance.<br><br>"Maybe the cane...or the whip, could be pretty thick? Three inches or so? Or maybe more since you're probably displeased at me so much." She clenched her jaw, this was going to hurt like hell, but she really did deserve much worse. "It's up to you Mister Barrett, I'm just the one who answers to your will."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teach Me A Lesson [Reyne and Jack Stalker]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 12:55:12</strong>
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				“The one who answers to my will?” he said. “That attitude needs adjusting Miss Jones. We won’t get very far in our partnership if I don’t give and you don’t accept a bit of freedom, in order for you to display some initiative.” <br><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">SMACK!</span></span><br><br>He slapped a thick wooden cane onto the desk next to her, there were dark stains of red and brown upon it. Blood? Who could say. He left it there next to her hand as he bent down behind her, she would be able to feel his breath on her ass cheeks and then as it travelled down her thighs to her calves. His hands went around her socks pulling them back up to thigh height, leaving a thin band of flesh between the top and the bottom of where her skirt would be if it was down. <br><br>He lifted one of her feet, slipping off her shoe and slipping on a boot, then he repeated the process on the other side. “You need to be seen to be the head girl, consider these as your badge of office, I’ll call them *Rachels New Boots pic (http://img40.imagefra.me/img/img40/2/11/9/madquest8/f_15gsgs0grrem_5b6aec4.jpg)* I expect you to wear them while you are in school. I like girls with short legs like you, because they look really good in heels. Like you will.” his hands lingered on her calves, stroking her thighs before he withdrew them.<br><br>“The rest of your uniform you can tamper with until your hearts content. But these you will wear. They place you at a correct height for discipline as well Miss Jones.” he tugged at her thong, causing it to dig in between her cunt flaps.<br><br>His hand reached around her and picked up the cane. Then he brought it down in a savage slicing arc.<br><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">SMACK!</span></span><br><br>It impacted with the desk next to her.<br><br>“You will need to yell out Miss Jones. Otherwise anybody walking past or waiting outside my office will think that I am not really caning you. Which is the case of course, I have decided that our partnership will start off with a little display of mercy on my part. After all you deserve to start off with a clean slate. Now, about the drugs business. You will have to do something for me to compensate me for your reluctance in that area, it’s understandable considering what happened to Hardcastle, but still it has to be addressed. I’m going to have to insist that you do something to make a statement. Outside in the courtyard, there by the quad.” he pointed out a location beyond his window. “I want you to do something bad, get caught by Mrs Baxter, give the old dear a fright. Fuck yourself with a toy, or your hand. I want you to be caught getting off outside. You’ll be sent up here of course, but it will only enhance your reputation.”<br><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">SMACK!</span></span><br><br>“You aren’t screaming Miss Jones… lets try that again shall we. Then you can get back to class, but remember, tomorrow morning I want you to do something in the quad. If its good then you'll get a reward, displease me however and I will have to cane you for real. Unless of course you are like Sarah was in that regard. I often felt that she enjoyed her punishment a little too much in my opinion...”<br><br>
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