Amy's Discipline Lessons

Amy stood helplessly as he measured every aspect of her body. Her breasts, her waist, her shoulders, the length of her legs, the size of each bare foot, the distance between the bottom of her breasts and the top of her pubic mound, the cleft between her buttocks, the size of her bellybutton... he even measured the distance from the small of her back to the bottom of her navel, moving the tape measure between her legs as she squirmed and cringed. It seemed he had measured every part of her body by the time he was finished. He made copious notes on his notepad with each new measurement.

After the measurements were finished, Swisher sat down in the large chair behind his desk. He looked up at her and back down at his notepad. "That's good, Amy. Now we have some specifics about you. I think your body is developing properly for a teenaged girl of your age. However, your breasts seem to be somewhat underdeveloped at this point.", he frowned. Not really... you have very large tits, in fact...

Amy blushed. She had always been uncomfortable with her breasts and to hear him say such a thing was simply devastating. I have little girl boobs... A warm tear trickled down her cheek.

"Perhaps, with the proper exercises, we can develop your breasts over time, Amy.", Swisher stated. He watched her flushing cheeks with an inward satisfaction. In reality, her breasts were not underdeveloped. In fact, they were quite lovely. However, Swisher understood a young girl's natural fears. He intended to play on her fears over time. Bring her down... under my thumb... He smiled.

Amy stood, looking down at her bare toes. She wanted to cover herself but, Swisher made her keep her hands laced behind her head. He's evil... a pervert... She knew this in her mind but, there was nothing she could do. So, she stood before him, naked and submissive. He's looking at my body. I'm nude! He's looking at my pubic hair!

Headmaster Swisher reached for his camera. "Now, young lady. Let's get some pictures of you. Come stand over here.", he pointed. I'm going to take pictures of you and there's nothing you can do about it...

Amy's heart pounded in her chest. "please... please, sir... don't take pictures of me like this... what if someone else were to see?", she pleaded. I'm not dressed... I'm naked!

Headmaster Swisher frowned. "Don't be stupid, Amy. These pictures are only for my files. Who else could ever possibly see them?", he asked angrily. "Come over here right away, girl!", he barked.

In reality, several other people would be seeing these pictures. Several other men... from the club. The secret organization. The "Discreet Gentlemen's Club"... Swisher thought about this fact and repressed a smile. Amy will be a very good bargaining chip... I'm sure other members will be eager to make a trade for Amy...

"Stop being silly, Amy. Come over here right now!", Swisher said angrily. Get your sexy little ass over here!

Amy slowly shuffled around the desk. Her bare feet were cold. Her nipples were hard and erect. She felt stupid and ashamed. Don't look at me like that...

Swisher took a large sheet of paper from the drawer along with a felt tipped black marker. In large letters he wrote, 'AMY ROGERS, BIRMINGHAM, EIGHTEEN'.

He thrust the paper at her. "Hold this up and stand facing me, girl.", he demanded.

Amy looked confused. She glanced down at the sheet of paper. "What is this, sir?", she asked. Why do you have this information about me written here?

Swisher exploded with rage. He stood up and grabbed her arm, casting the paper aside. "Your endless questions grow tiring, girl!", he said angrily as he sat down and pulled her over his lap. "I am sick and tired of your nonsense!', he shouted down at her. "You will learn obedience if it's the last thing I ever teach you!", he said shrilly.

Amy's head was swimming as she felt him pulling her down over his lap. Her bare tummy pressed against his thighs. She felt something resting beneath her stomach. Something hard and stiff. His erect penis.... He's excited by me ... he's hard... The next instant, his hand came down across her bare buttocks. The sound of his open palm on her backside was loud in the still room. Thwack! Amy squealed in pain. He continued smacking her bottom relentlessly. Crack! ...Crack! ....Crack! ...

Amy tried to cover her butt with her hands but he pulled her arms away, holding her by the wrists. His open hand continued smacking her exposed backside. Crack! Crack! Crack!

Amy was weeping openly now. The tears ran down her face mingling with the snot running from her nose. "Please!! Please stop!! I'm sorry, sir!", she begged. Her buttocks were on fire as she pleaded with him.

Swisher enjoyed the sound of her cries and blubbering. "Have you had enough, girl?", he barked as he continued spanking her. Thwap! Thwap! "Answer me, young lady!", he shouted down at her.

"Yes!", Amy squealed. "Yes, sir! Please stop!", she stammered. Stop hurting me!

He gave her three more hard slaps and then paused. "Are you ready to follow my instructions without further backtalk?", he said as he stared down at her reddened bottom. The imprints of his palm were clearly visible on the girl's bright red buttocks.

Amy nodded rapidly. "Yes, sir! I'll do what you say...", she said as her bare toes clenched in pain. My tushy hurts...

He released her wrists. "Okay, little girl. Stand up and walk over there.", he said as he pointed at a spot on the floor. He stood up and brushed his pants off as he watched the nude girl hurry over to the spot indicated. He enjoyed the sight of her jiggling buttocks as she hurried across the room. She stopped and stood looking down at the floor, rubbing her bruised backside.

"Turn and face me.", he issued a simple command. Let me see those big tits and that sexy little bellybutton...

Amy slowly turned. She made no attempt to conceal her nudity now. Her hands were busy rubbing her aching buttocks. Oweee!! It hurts!!!

Swisher paused momentarily, scanning over her nude body. His eyes came to rest on the dark patch of pubic hair between her legs. He pointed at the desk. "Pick up that sign and hold it in front of yourself.", he ordered.

Amy weakly stumbled over to the desk and picked up the sign. It has my name, hometown and age... what is this for??? Her heart raced with fear.

"Hold the sign in front of yourself and stand facing me, Amy.", he said firmly.

Amy turned slowly and held the sign up, attempting to use it to cover her bare boobs.

Swisher looked annoyed. "Hold the sign lower, girl. Underneath your breasts please." he said with a frown. He watched as the girl timidly lowered the sign, exposing her erect nipples. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson color. She stared at he ground, refusing to meet his eyes. He's gonna take my picture. I'm nude...

"That's better.", he said smiling. He held the digital camera up and snapped a couple of shots. "Now, turn around and stand facing away from me, Amy.", he said quickly.

Amy slowly turned, aware that her bare bottom was on full display. She heard the camera snapping away. I'm so ashamed... a warm tear rolled off her nose.

For several more minutes Swisher had her perform in different poses. Full frontal shots, rear shots, side angles, kneeling down, squatting, on all fours... He photographed every aspect of her young, nubile body. For the club...

After taking dozens of pictures, he placed he camera on the desk. He scribbled some notes on the notepad before looking back up at her. His cock twitched as he stared at her tearstained, blushing face. Her bottom lip quivered in shame as she looked down at the carpet.

He walked over to her and placed a large hand on her bare shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "You can put the sign down now, Amy. The photos are finished for now.", he smiled. We'll certainly be taking more shots of your sexy little body in the near future...

Amy dropped the sign on the desk as she felt him pulling her towards the large chair. I want to get dressed... I'm cold...

Headmaster Swisher sat down and pulled the trembling girl onto his lap, forcing her to sit on his thighs. He gave her knee a gentle squeeze. "Now, Amy... I know this has been a traumatic experience for you. So, I think you need to relax a little bit. I know just what a little girl needs after a troubling experience.", he said gently as he eased her thighs apart. His hand slipped up between her legs.

Amy closed her eyes as she felt his fingers tracing the length of her exposed pussy lips... Playing with her pubic hair... She felt his fingers easing her lips apart. She gave a slight whimper as the tip of his large finger touched her clitoris.

"That's it, Amy. Be a good girl now. I know just what you need...", his voice trailed off as he licked his fingers and gently touched her clitoris, massaging it.

Amy closed her eyes and held her hands underneath her chin as she felt his fingers playing with her sex. She tried not to respond to his probing fingers but she felt her clit becoming engorged despite her best efforts. He's masturbating me... He wants me to have an orgasm... It's what a little girl needs... Gross!!! She tried to resist his ministrations but slowly she felt her body responding to his knowing fingers. It seemed he knew just where to touch her and for how long. I'm gonna cum...

Slowly, she found herself thrusting her hips against his hand. A quiet moaning started from her slightly parted lips. She didn't want to have an orgasm, but it felt so good. His experienced fingers knew just what to do. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her shame mingled with the warm feeling rising between her thighs. Please... stop...

Swisher smiled with satisfaction as the young teen began to thrust her hips against his probing fingers. He listened to her pathetic whimpering. He felt the wetness on his fingertips and soon, the squishing sound of her approaching orgasm met his delighted ears. She climaxed hard on his hand as he smiled, feeling his own ejaculation approaching... Her face was flush with embarrassment and arousal. Her emotions were conflicted.

They came together. Swisher was aware of her climax. Amy was completely unaware of his ejaculation. Amy climaxed on his fingers. Swisher ejaculated in his pants.

Afterwards, he made her stand up... Stand in front of him with her hands laced behind her head. His eyes traveled over her nude body as he lectured her on the evils of the flesh and masturbation. Then, he made her pick her clothes up and get dressed as he watched her.

"Now then, Amy. Please go to your dorm room. Make sure you do your required homework. I shall be up to see you later this evening to check on your work.", he said with finality. He smiled as he watched the beautiful young teen walk towards the door. I think I shall check on you sooner rather than later... He laughed contentedly.

After she had closed the door and left him alone, Swisher unfastened his pants and took out his aching cock. The semen still oozed from the head of his penis. He reached for a tissue...

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Part One / Chapter Two:

Amy sat crossed legged on her bed. She wore her school issued pajamas... Knee length pajama bottoms and short sleeved pajama top. Her feet were bare. At the moment, she was writing furiously in her diary by the light of the small lamp by her bedside. Her eyebrows were clenched and she bit her bottom lip. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her schoolmate moving towards her. She glanced up. "Oh, Hi Inga.", she said quickly as she looked back down at her diary. Go away...

Inga sat down on the edge of Amy's bed. "Hey, Amy. Are you okay?", she asked gently. Inga was a pretty girl with long blonde hair and a very slender figure.

Amy paused writing in her diary and stared down at the page. "Of course I'm okay.", she said. "Why wouldn't I be?", she asked as she looked up at Inga.

Inga shrugged. She was dressed in the same fashion as Amy, in her school issued pajamas. All the girls at the Academy were required to be bathed and in their pajamas by 7:30. It was a school rule. Lights went out after the nightly inspection at 8:30. Inga gave Amy's leg a gentle pat. "I know you had to go see Swisher this afternoon. I hope he didn't hurt you too much.", she said. She raised an eyebrow. "Did he do anything to you, Amy?", Inga asked.

Amy frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about!", she said in a slightly raised voice. "What do you care anyway?", she said as she returned to writing in her diary. Just go away!

Inga squeezed Amy's leg gently. "It's okay, new girl. You don't have to be ashamed. All of us have been in Swisher's office before. Everyone knows he's a beast."

Amy rolled her eyes. "We talked about my grades. He said I wasn't doing so good. That's all.", she said under her breath. She went back to scribbling in her diary. Please take your hand off my leg...

Inga shrugged again. "Okay, new girl. I just thought you might want to talk. After all, I've been to Swisher's office before. I know what he does to new students.", she said with a pause. "I know what he did to me... took my pants down and gave me a bare bottom thrashing... then, he made me take all my clothes off. Took pictures...", she said as her voice trailed off.

Amy looked up at Inga with wide eyes. "What are you saying? If everyone knows what he does then why hasn't anything been done to stop him?", she asked incredulously.

Inga gave her a gentle smile. "What are we going to do, Amy? Report him?", she asked with a pause. "Report him to whom? Who would believe what we have to say? And, while they might investigate our claim, we would still be here... under his power. What can anyone really do?", she asked. "Swisher is a pig. That's just a fact of life.", she stated.

Amy glanced back down at her diary. "I don't understand. I don't know what you're saying.", she said quietly.

Inga gave her a half smile. "Fine, Amy. Just let me give you a little advice.", she said as she squeezed her leg. "The Headmaster takes a fancy to some girls... mostly, the new girls. The pretty ones. But, over time he becomes less interested... as newer prospects come into the Academy. Just do whatever he tells you and don't make any trouble. Eventually, he'll forget about you and move on to some new girl. Okay?", she asked.

Amy nodded quickly. "Okay. Fine... thanks for the advice, Inga.", she said with a sniffle. But, he likes me now... His eyes are on me!

Inga gave Amy's leg a final squeeze. "Remember my advice, new girl.", she said quietly.

Amy watched her walk away. What advice? You're a freak... like all the other girls here... She turned back down to her diary. I need to talk to my daddy... my real daddy... not my stepfather...

A moment later the main overhead light came on. A harsh female voice barked out. "OKAY LADIES! LINE UP FOR INSPECTION!"

All twelve girls in Dorm Room "C" stood up and quickly moved to the end of their beds. Amy was among them. The girls stood facing their beds with their hands laced behind their backs. It was inspection time.

As the girls stood silently, Mrs. Adams, one of the instructors at the Academy, walked down the aisle. She stopped to examine each girl's pajamas as well as their bed. If she found a wrinkle in the beds or a crease on their pajamas, it would be bad for the girl in question.

After several minutes of inspection, Mrs. Adams paused. She turned to face the room. "Okay, ladies. Headmaster Swisher has requested to see our dorm room. You should all consider it to be an honor.", she said loudly. "Turn and face the aisle and present yourselves!", she barked.

All twelve girls turned away from their beds and faced the aisle. They held their hands at their sides, eyes facing forward.

Headmaster Swisher entered the room slowly. He walked past the girls standing at attention, pausing momentarily to examine a shirt button here, a trouser button there. His head moved from side to side... He stopped at Inga's bed and smiled down at her. "How are you doing, my dear?", he asked. "I trust you haven't been touching yourself inappropriately after our last discussion?", he asked.

Inga shook her head quickly. "No, sir! Of course not!", she stuttered bashfully.

"That's good, Inga.", Swisher smiled as he reached down and pulled her pajama bottoms out. He glanced down the front of her trousers with a chuckle as his eyes roamed over her pubic area. "I would hope that you aren't wet down there...", he said slyly.

Inga shook her head quickly. "No, sir!", she stammered.

Swisher released her pajama bottoms with a snap. "Good. Good, girl.", he smiled. "I'm glad that you're behaving yourself."

He continued moving down the aisle. Each girl shivered in turn, knowing that at any moment it could be her time... her time to go with the Headmaster...

But, in the end, it was Amy. "Come with me, Amy.", Swisher said quietly as he reached for Amy's hand. "We need to have a talk.", he hissed, like a snake.

The other girls watched as Headmaster Swisher led Amy away, holding her hand. She followed behind him meekly with her head down. The other girls felt relief. After all, anyone knew it could be you the next time. It was better that it was Amy tonight...

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Part One / Chapter Three:

Amy's bare feet padded along the cold hallway. Swisher held her hand tightly, pulling her down the hallway. "Don't dilly dally, girl.", he commanded. "Stop pulling on my hand and move along like a big girl.", he commanded.

Amy had to run to keep up with his long strides as he pulled her down the darkened hallway. Where are we going? She wanted to ask but, instead she remained silent, hurrying behind him fearfully. He's going to do something to me...

Swisher rounded a corner and led Amy down a steep flight of stairs. It was very dark and Amy felt like she was going to wet herself at any moment. He paused at the bottom of the steps and turned to face her. "Welcome to the cellar, Amy. This is one of my favorite places at the academy. Do you like basements, girl?", he asked with a smile.

The cold floor felt like ice underneath her bare feet. She could barely make out Swisher's face in the dim light. She crossed her arms over her tummy and looked up at him. "No, sir. I don't like basements... May we go back upstairs?", she asked timidly, knowing his answer before she asked the question.

"Absolutely not, Amy. I think we'll stay down here for an hour, maybe two hours. It will depend upon how well you respond to my directions.", he said with a pause. "Do you hear me, Amy?", he asked. Do you understand that I control you now?

"Why, sir?", she asked. "I don't like to be down here...", she said weakly. It's cold and dark. It smells weird and musty... and I don't like being alone with you...

Swisher stepped back and stroked his chin as he looked down at the cowering girl standing before him. He had made sure that her school issued pajamas were a size too small and at this moment his foresight was paying off. The pajama bottoms were very tight and short, riding up her lovely thighs. The top was equally undersized and barely covered her adorable tummy. He noticed her pulling on the bottom of her shirt. No reason to try and cover up. I'll have those pajamas off you very soon...

He chuckled under his breath. He reached down and lifted the bottom of her shirt and stared at her adorable tummy and sexy bellybutton. "I've told you before, young lady. Never answer a question with a question. Now, I will repeat myself for the last time. We will be staying in the basement for a little while whether you like it or not. Do you understand me, young lady?", he asked again. I want you to cower before me...