Amy's Discipline Lessons

Part One / Chapter One

Amy stood nervously at the door, fidgeting with the bottom of her uniform skirt. She batted her long lashes and glanced fearfully around the hallway. Why does he want to see me? What have I done? Why would the Headmaster call me to his office? The fearful thoughts raced through her mind as she recalled what the other girls had told her. "The Headmaster is a pervert." ... "He enjoys punishing the girls he finds attractive."... "Stay low and don't let him notice you, otherwise he'll do things to you. Gross things."... Their words echoed through her mind. She had thought the other girls were just teasing her. Trying to scare her since she was new to the academy. Now, she wasn't so sure. He's called me to his office after classes. A chill ran up her spine.

She tapped gently on the door and stepped back, waiting. She heard the Headmaster clearing his throat. A moment later, his voice boomed out. "Come in! By all means, hurry up, girl!", he demanded. His voice sent a shiver down her spine. She slowly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Stepping into the large office, her eyes took in the large desk and bookshelves. She glanced up at the Headmaster, sitting behind his desk. "Yes, sir?", she asked as pleasantly as she could. "You wanted to see me?", she hesitated. The faint smell of pipe tobacco hung in the air.

The Headmaster stared at her intently from behind his desk. His gaze was piercing and cold, causing Amy to look down at the floor. She heard him tapping his pen on the desktop.

"Well, and what do we have here?", he asked under his breath. "A wayward girl?", he nodded as he motioned her forward. "Close the door and come here, young lady.", he pointed at a spot in front of his large desk. "Stand there.", he said. He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth as he watched her move forward. His eyes narrowed.

Amy shuffled across the floor, stopping at the spot indicated. She glanced up at him, but quickly looked down as their eyes met. "You wanted to see me, sir?", she asked again, staring at he floor.

"Amy Rogers?", the Headmaster asked quietly, as he looked back down, perusing the papers on his desk.

She stared hard at the floor and crossed her arms over her stomach. "Yes, sir.", she responded quietly to the floor. I'm Amy Rogers...

He lowered his glasses as he shuffled through several papers on his desk. After a few seconds, he looked back up at her with his spectacles hanging on the end of his long nose. "Amy, it seems we have a bit of a problem.", he commented with a grimace.

Amy rubbed her arms. "What sort of a problem, sir?", she asked as she nervously twirled a strand of long blonde hair between her fingers. Why would there be a problem?

He grunted and coughed. "What sort of problem, indeed.", he said with a frown as he cleared his throat. "Your grades and overall performance seem to be below the standards of this academy, Amy.", he stated as he looked at her downcast face. He coughed and sniffed loudly. "That is a very big problem, young lady.", he sighed. He clicked his tongue. There was an uncomfortable silence. "Do you understand me, girl?", he asked.

Amy felt numb. She fidgeted with her uniform tie. If my momma finds out about my low grades, I'll be in real trouble. She glanced up at him. "Yes, sir. I understand.", she said with hesitation. "But, I've really been trying. Please don't judge me. I've only been at the academy for a few weeks.", she pleaded. Stop making that clicking sound with your tongue... that's irritating.

He nodded as he stroked his chin. "Indeed.", he said simply, leaving no room for a rebuttal from the young girl.

His eyes roamed over her. Drinking in her beauty. He tapped his pen on the desk as he savored her slender form. So nubile. A delicate flower. He repressed the urge to smile as his eyes traveled over her tender figure. Beginning at the top of her head and moving down her beautiful shape, he drank her in with satisfaction. His eyes moved slowly. Long blonde hair. Sexy heart shaped face with those adorable pouting lips and big eyes. Full breasts. Long smooth legs. So childish and innocent. Just a little girl in a woman's body. Hard to believe she's just turned eighteen. Her body is that of a full grown woman. Not a little teenager. She is certainly the prettiest girl at the school. He nodded as he remembered when she had first come to the academy with her mother. A good day indeed. To have this young one come under my supervision... He felt an erection growing in his trousers. Sometimes, his penis became erect when he dealt with the discipline of a young lady. It was a natural thing. He shifted slightly in his cushioned chair. He watched with satisfaction as the young girl blushed, her cheeks turning slightly rosy under his intense gaze. Embarrassed are you, girl? That's good. He clicked his tongue.

Amy fidgeted nervously with the bottom of her tie. She wondered if she should say something. Is he waiting for me to speak? The silence was uncomfortable. She couldn't bring herself to look up at him. Instead, she remained rooted in place. Staring down at the floor. Shy... listening to him clicking his tongue... gross!

His eyes continued to explore her body. He enjoyed every detail of her tender, feminine form. Her mother just wanted to get rid of her. She was going overseas with her new husband and didn't know what to do with her little Amy. Little Amy had become nothing but a bother. An inconvenience. Her mother was so delighted to dump her teenaged daughter off at the boarding school for the summer. For a substantial fee of course. The Headmaster smiled. I get paid to look after teenage girls... to teach them...

As chief Headmaster of the academy, Anthony Swisher had seen many young girls in his time. Crystal Lake Academy was advertised as a college prep school for young girls to help them transition from high school to university. The academy was very specific in it's guidelines, accepting only girls with certain qualifications. Girls of a certain tender age... So, Headmaster Swisher had seen more than his fair share of nubile young ladies. However, this Amy was special. She was a once in a life time find. A girl so incredibly beautiful that she required no make up or cosmetics to enhance her appearance. Amy had a natural beauty. An animal attraction...

He cleared his throat and scratched his chin. "Stand up straight, girl.", he demanded. "Hands at your sides.", he barked. "Let me have a proper look at you."

Amy jumped at his harsh tone. She stood with her arms at her sides. Her eyes pleaded with him. "Please, sir. I'm sorry if I've offended you in some way.", she said. Please don't be mad at me....

He looked down at the papers on his desk. He frowned as he glanced back in her direction. "This has nothing to do with your offensive behavior, young lady. This is about your academic performance which has been sub par to say the least.", he said firmly as his eyes traveled over her smooth legs which were exposed from the bottom her short uniform skirt to the top of her knee high socks. A delectable dish.

"I see your mother and step father are away on holiday at the moment. It will be a most unfortunate event to have to inform them of your expulsion from the academy.", he said. "Very regrettable.", he continued with a sigh. "Very regrettable indeed.", he said as his voice trailed off. "After all, your step father is a respected man in the business community. Having his new step daughter expelled from the academy would be a huge embarrassment for him. With all of the rumors about your mother, it would be simply devastating.", he said with a sad expression, shaking his head.

Amy pulled on the bottom of her skirt and looked up quickly. Expulsion! What is he saying? And those rumors about mother aren't true! "I'm sorry, sir. I'll try to do better if you give me a another chance... I hope expulsion isn't really necessary?", she pleaded as tears started in the corners of her pretty eyes. Please don't expel me...

The Headmaster remained silent. Unmoved... like a statue. Playing her.

Amy swallowed hard. "I've really been trying to learn the lesson plan, sir. It's just hard to adjust to a new school. I'm not used to staying away from home. My real daddy would never have sent me away. He always said I should be home schooled.", she said weakly. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she looked up at him from underneath her long lashes. I hate this place. I want to go home. She felt her heart beating rapidly. Warm tears continued forming in her eyes. You're scaring me. "My step father wanted me to come here. He doesn't like me. He's not my real dad.", she said quickly. "He made momma send me here to get rid of me...", she said with a sniffle. Her eyes implored him. You understand. Don't you?

The Headmaster pushed his glasses up onto his nose and sat back in the large cushioned chair, causing it to creak loudly. "Are you trying to insult me, little girl? Are you telling me that being at our academy has caused your poor performance?", he said as his eyes roamed over her youthful figure. "Well?", he demanded. "Speak up, girl.", he said with a smirk. He drummed his fingers on the desk.

Amy glanced up at him, but quickly looked away. She tried to find her voice as she stared down at the floor. I don't want to insult you. "No...", she whispered.

Headmaster Swisher leaned forward on his elbows, placing his palms under his chin. "Well, then it would seem we have a real problem here, young lady. Your parents are away on holiday and they have left you here, under my care. Your performance leaves much to be desired and you seem to have no explanation for your pathetic showing.", he said with a regretful expression. "Isn't that so, girl? Do I have my facts straight?", he asked. "Please correct me if I'm wrong, Amy.", he said as he removed his spectacles, rubbing them on his tie.

Amy felt numb and nauseated. "Sir...", she started to speak but her voice escaped her. She stared hopelessly at the floor. Only one of them is my real parent. The other one is an imposter! He's not my real daddy! She blinked back tears.

The Headmaster looked impatient. "I think I have the facts well in order, girl.", he said with finality. He pushed the chair back and adjusted his trousers as he stood up. He picked up his spectacles and pointed them in her direction. "You are a despicable little slacker, Amy. You seem to use every excuse available to explain your deficient performance. You point the finger of responsibility in every direction aside from yourself. This is typical behavior for young ladies at your age. You girls turn eighteen and think you know everything.", he said as he pushed the glasses back onto his long nose. "I see no hope for you at this academy. We only accept girls of the highest breeding. Your pathetic excuses don't cut the cake here, girl.", he stated. He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

Amy stared down at the floor in shock. She felt bewildered and couldn't find words. What is he saying to me? What's happening here? She nervously pulled on the bottom of her uniform tie.

Headmaster Swisher paused for several seconds allowing Amy to absorb his statement. "I will begin the expulsion papers in the morning.", he said with finality. "Now, go to your dormitory and pack your things. Get out of my sight!", he barked as he pointed at the door. "I will contact your mother immediately."

Amy gasped. No, sir! Please don't do this! Her mind raced to find some plausible argument. I'm not a child! I'm not making any excuses! "Please, sir! Don't expel me!!!", Amy wailed as she fell to her knees. "Please!!!", she begged with the tears now flowing freely down her pretty face. "Please, sir! I will do better! I promise!", she said as she grabbed at the desk helplessly. "Pl...please...", she blubbered. Her heart raced with fear. "Please don't kick me out of the academy! Mother will be heart broken!", she cried. Please forgive me!

Swisher repressed a smile as he stared down at the quivering young girl. How easily she has fallen into my trap. "Well, young lady. I see you have no problem with begging.", he smirked. "You must have no pride.", he said.

Amy wiped her eyes and looked up at him. "Pl...Please... sir... don't expel me!", she pleaded as the warm tears rolled down her pretty cheeks. She watched him with trepidation as he glared down at her pretty upturned face. Please!!! I can't give momma anymore pain!!! Please forgive me...

He stroked his chin contentedly as he stepped around the desk, placing a large hand on her delicate shoulder. His hand traveled down her slender arm as he pulled her up by the elbow. "Stand up, Amy. Stop your begging.", he said harshly. "Get up. Stand up straight, silly girl. Stop slouching.", he said.

Amy allowed him to pull her to her feet. She stood, looking down at her tears as they fell to the carpet. Please don't expel me... please! Mother will be so sad... she wiped her nose with the back of her hand. It would crush her...

He grasped her shoulders and gave her a harsh shake. "Listen to me, Amy.", he said as he cupped her chin in his palm, forcing her to look up at his face. "Stop your whimpering. Your crying only makes me angrier.", he said flatly. "Look at me, child. Look at my eyes.", he demanded. Let me see those big green eyes... so innocent...

She swallowed hard as she looked up at him, choking back her tears. "Sir, please don't expel me from the academy. I promise I'll try harder.", she said weakly as she stared into his dark eyes. "Please give me another chance.", she pleaded with him. Her heart raced. It felt as if it would explode from her chest at any second.

Headmaster Swisher stared down at her as he listened to her pathetic rambling. "Another chance, you say?", he asked. "I'm not so sure a growing up girl such as yourself could possibly change her ways. It would seem to me that you are used to being pampered and spoon fed.", he stated with a slight smile. "I think you might be set in your ways and unable to accept instruction and guidance.", he said as his eyes moved down the front of her blouse.

Amy didn't notice his smile. She only heard his words. Another chance? Yes, please! Give me another chance! "Please, sir.", she stammered.

Swisher tilted his head and raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her. "You are a growing up girl, aren't you, Amy?", he asked gently, staring at down her pretty, tear stained face. "Getting all nice and developed? Getting a mind of your own?", he asked as a sheen of sweat started on his forehead. His gaze was intense. His cock was stiff.

Amy tried to look away but his palm cupped under her chin kept her staring into his eyes. "What do you mean, sir", she asked as her doe like eyes gazed up at him blankly. I don't understand. She truly didn't understand what he was implying.

Swisher shook his head slowly before continuing. How delightfully naïve this one is... "I mean you're growing up now, Amy. Are you already set in your ways or are you open to instruction from an elder? Can you still change your wayward habits?", he queried. His eyes moved from her upturned face down to the front of her shirt. Even in her school issued shirt and tie, her large boobs were evident. She is developing quite nicely...

Amy didn't know what to say. "Please don't kick me out of the academy, sir.", she whimpered. Mother would be so ashamed of me...

The Headmaster nodded slowly as he released her chin. He took a firm hold on her arm and led her around the large desk. "Stop begging, Amy. I find it most unbecoming when young ladies are reduced to pleading.", he frowned as he pulled her forward. "You need to be a big girl now." He paused and clicked his tongue. "You are a grown up girl, aren't you, Amy?", he mocked her, smiling at her silence. He shook his head. "Well, never mind. Come along, girl.", he said as he guided her towards his large chair.

Amy weakly allowed him to lead her around the desk towards his chair. Okay. She wiped her eyes and sniffled. I'm a grown up girl.

He eased her forward, releasing her arm as he sat down in his chair. He looked up at her with a knowing smile. "Come over here, young lady. Maybe we can talk this thing through. After all, we don't want to put any undo burdens on your mother at this time. Any additional stress in her life would be most regrettable at this time. After all, we both know what a strain she is currently under. With all the rumors of infidelity and such.", he said sympathetically.

Amy gasped. "Mother hasn't done any of those things! Those are just lies, sir!", she said defensively. Momma is my hero! Her tear stained eyes flashed with anger.

Swisher smiled gently as he patted his thigh with his hand. "Sit down, Amy. Let's discuss your future at this academy. Let's put your mother aside for now. This discussion is about you and I and your possible future at this academy. Nothing more.", he said quietly as he patted his lap. "Come here, Amy."

"Okay.", she said weakly as she stepped towards him. . Just stop talking about mother like that...

His cock twitched in his trousers as she walked towards him. Her knee high socks accentuated her long legs. Her ample breasts moved enticingly underneath the white blouse. He smiled. He resisted the urge to squeeze his firm erection through his pants. Yes. She is a growing up girl indeed... soon we shall see just how grown up she really is...

"Sit down, young lady.", he said calmly as he patted his lap. "Let's talk for a moment. Let's get some things straight.", he said.

Amy looked down at his lap and shuddered. I don't want to sit there... She noticed the large bulge in his trousers. I know what that is. Men get that way when they like a girl... Her cheeks felt warm as shame and fear washed over her. She trembled slightly as he motioned her forward. He likes me... He likes me that way....

"Sit down, girl. Stop dilly dallying.", the Headmaster demanded with a menacing look. "Right now.", he barked. "Otherwise, you can head to your dorm and we'll be done with this interview.", he said coldly.

Amy swallowed hard and held her hands under her chin as she turned to sit down. She felt him lift the back of her skirt up as she sat down. Her sheer panties were now the only thing separating her bare bottom from the Headmaster's coarse corduroy pants.

"There we are, young lady. That's much better. Are you nice and comfortable?", he asked. She trembled slightly as she felt him place a large hand on her bare thigh, giving it a gentle pat. "I want you to be comfortable for our discussion as your future will depend upon the outcome of our conversation.", he smiled. He ran a large hand over her bare thigh, starting at her knee and moving all the way up to the bottom of her skirt. He pushed the garment back slowly, revealing more of her smooth, bare legs. "Are you comfortable, Amy", he asked again.

She closed her eyes and nodded. "Yes, sir. I'm okay.", she said weakly. He's pushing my skirt up. Touching my thighs. This isn't right or proper. I can feel his hard thing on my leg...

The Headmaster watched the girl's facial expressions as his hand slowly eased her skirt off her legs, revealing more of her bare flesh. Her eyes were screwed shut and she bit her bottom lip. He smiled as he felt goose bumps rising over her smooth skin as his fingers played their dirty game. This is a game I know well. Dealing with the young girls in my power. Showing them exactly who is in charge... "Okay, Amy. Let's talk about your future here at our academy.", he said quietly as he patted her leg.

Amy nodded weakly. "I don't want to be expelled, sir.", she said as she felt him slipping a hand underneath her skirt, moving up her thigh towards her panties. This isn't right. You shouldn't be touching me like this. She wanted to say that but, instead she remained silent as she thought of the pain and embarrassment her mother would feel were she to be expelled from the academy. Mother has been through too much lately. I don't need to give her more problems...