CHRISTINA'S SCHOOL FOR WAYWARD GIRLS

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

Here in Wayward, Iowa, girls are treated special. It s on account of the fact that Wayward is named after our most famous resident, Christina Wayward. Nearly a hundred years ago she went from poor farm girl from around here to the height of fashion and society way over in Des Moines. So, they named the town after her. All the girls in town want to grow up to be Wayward Girls as they call themselves. We even have a school called Christina s School for Wayward Girls. All the boys want to marry a Wayward Girl, but that s mostly because the school only accepts the prettiest girls in the state.

You ready for your day at work, William? my dad asks me. My dad s the headmaster at the school for Wayward Girls.

It sounds funny when he calls me William since he s called me Billy forever, but today I get to be William or for the younger girls, I m Master Jackson. You bet, I say.

There are rumors about what happens inside the school, but I don t know anything for sure. It does sound fun to be in a school full of girls all day and then there s that paper dad made me sign. He called it a non-disclosure agreement and said all the parents and girls and employees have to sign one. I can t tell anyone what goes on inside the school on account of the fact that other schools might try to steal their ideas and then being a Wayward Girl wouldn t be so special anymore. It makes the whole day sound so mysterious.

I didn t care much for girls until last year. That was the first time I d asked dad if I could go with him to work on Take Your Child to Work Day. Last year he d said no, I wasn t ready for it. I guess now that I m 14, he thinks I m ready.

Right off the bat dad makes me feel special by letting me ride in the front seat. Normally it s just him and my big sister, Emily. She s 16 and a Wayward Girl, so she rides to school with him. Today she has to sit in the back seat and man is she fuming. Why does he have to come to school, she insists.

You went with your mother a couple of years ago, so it s his turn to see what his old man does at work all day, says dad. He s already backing the car out, but he stops the car and turns to her. Real stern he says, You better be on your best behavior today, young lady.

Yes, Mr. Jackson, she says.

I look at dad kind of surprised. She always calls him daddy, but now it s Mr. Jackson? Dad looks at me and says, Same for you, William. School rules start in the car. I m Mr. Jackson, not dad or daddy. You re William or Master Jackson all day.

Yes, Mr. Jackson, I say. Now I m not so sure the day is going to be fun. This sounds pretty stiff and stuck up.

I turn to look at Emily, pleased that she has to call me William. She s wearing the standard Wayward Girl uniform. It s a tartan skirt with a white shirt and little tie at the neck. She s got knee length socks and black shoes. I ve noticed before that the short skirt shows off a lot of thigh, but now when I look back at her I can see the crotch of her white panties. Wow, that s short! When I do a double take, she notices what I m looking at and brings her knees together with her hands in her lap.

She glares at me for a second, like she wants to tell me off, but all she says is, Turn around and watch where we re going, William.

Once at school dad says, I m putting you in charge of school uniforms today. That was the first job I had here at the school and I worked my way up to headmaster. Perhaps you can do the same.

School uniforms? What s that mean? I thought I was just visiting. I have to work?

Dad opens his car door. Come on in and I ll show you. You re just a visitor today, but I think you ll enjoy yourself and even want to come back and work after school or on weekends. Most of the girls are boarders so the school never really closes.

Once we get in dad s office, he shows me a small room that s off to the side. It s got a small square table in the center, some cabinets on one wall, and a rack of hangars in a corner. The table top is black with four sets of white handprints painted on it. There s a set of handprints on each side of the table. I walk up and put my hands down on one set.

Don t, William, says dad sharply. That s not for the faculty or visitors. So, I pull my hands back, a little surprised at dad s reaction. Here s what you do, says dad. He picks up a hangar from the rack. School uniforms must be kept neat. So, when a girl gives you her uniform, you hang up the blouse here. You clip the skirt here, he points at two clips on the bottom of the hangar. Then he points at a bag hanging from the hangar, And you put her tie and under garments in the bag.

At first I m wondering why a girl is going to give me a uniform. Then when dad gets to the last part, I say, Under garments? I m going to be touching a girl s bra and panties? Why? That almost makes it sound like she s going to be giving me the uniform that she s wearing that would be too good to be true.

You ll see, William, says dad.

Back in dad s office, he goes through some papers, talks on the phone, and introduces me to the office staff. The school bell rings, the noise in the hallways fades, and the bell rings again. Dad takes me out into the hallway. I like to make rounds right after the bell, he says. Make sure all the girls got to class OK. So we walk up and down the halls, finding them empty.

We stop in one of the rooms. From the front of the room, I can see the white panties of all the seventh graders as they listen attentively. I do a double take when I see the girls ankles are clamped in place. They couldn t hide their panties if they wanted to. Those short skirts make me want to be a teacher at the school.

We stroll back to dad s office. We teach the girls not to fidget, says dad, explaining the clamps. I still think it s odd, but I remember I can t tell anyone. He talks on the phone some more. Then there is a knock on the door. Get the door, William, says dad.

Yes, Mr. Jackson, I say and open it. There are two little girls standing in the doorway. One of them hands me a note.

Read it, William, says dad. When I do, dad says, Out loud.

Melinda and Nancy failed their spelling test.

Wayward Girls have the highest academic standards, says dad sternly. We don t tolerate failure in our classes, do we?

No, Mr. Jackson, they say in unison.

What s to be the punishment? asks dad.

Three switches, says Melinda.

Six for me, says Nancy. It s my second time.

Indeed, says dad. He points at the room with the table and follows them through the door. I m right on his heels.

William is in charge of school uniforms today, says dad. You first Nancy.

Nancy is a cute little 7-year-old from second grade. She looks at me and says, Good morning, Master Jackson. She unzips her skirt, drops it to the ground, steps out of it, and hands it to me. I fumble for the skirt as I m staring at her tight white panties. As I clip the skirt to the hangar, she unties her school tie and hands it to me. I stuff it in the bag as she unbuttons her blouse and hands it to me. She s too small for a bra, but she s wearing a T-shirt. I take the blouse and hang it on the hangar. In disbelief I watch as she removes her T-shirt and panties. Aside from her knee socks and shoes, she s completely naked. I put her under garments away as I stare at her flat chest, tiny nipples, and bulging pussy lips. She s the first naked girl I ve seen in the flesh.

Nancy takes a deep, shuddering breath and turns to put her hands directly on a set of hand prints on the table. Her tiny little hands don t cover the entire hand print. She presses her body up against the table and then takes two big steps back, and I realize she s following a set routine. Now her pert little bottom is pushed out perfectly for a switching.

I haven t even been watching dad, but he s got a switch in his hands and the next thing I know, I jump as the switch whistles through the air and smacks into Nancy s bottom. Huhhh, says Nancy in an almost inaudible gasp. Dad delivers four more just like that with Nancy making almost no sound for the entire time.

Dad hands me the switch. You do the last one, Master Jackson. I hadn t realized I d been frozen, holding my breath until dad addresses me. I m even still holding the little girl s school uniform. I walk over and hang the hangar on the rack and then take the switch from dad. Smack. I feel the switch make firm contact with the pretty little ass.

Thank you, Mister Jackson. Thank you, Master Jackson, says Nancy with a quick curtsy.

Melinda, says dad.

A little more prepared for what s going to happen, I watch as Melinda s little fingers unzip her skirt at the hip, exposing her white panties. She slides the skirt down her legs and steps out of it. I quickly clip the skirt in position and cast a glance at Nancy. She s making no effort to move from position with her hands still on the table. It s then that I notice my hard cock for the first time. I m a little embarrassed by the bulge in my crotch, but then I notice that dad s got one, too.

Melinda hands me her tie and then I watch her unbutton her blouse. She s not wearing anything under her shirt, so I see her cute little nipples right away. Then I watch as she slides her panties down her slender legs. I ve got a little more time to stare at her hairless pussy as I ve got my wits about me this time. Then I stuff her panties into the bag and watch as she assumes the same position as Nancy. Since Nancy is still in position, Melinda puts her little hands on a different set of hand prints and there are two cute little girls bent at the waist, sticking their butts out at us.

Dad delivers three quick switches to Melinda s naughty bottom. On the last one, Melinda says, Oowwwww. Then there s a quick gasp and she looks up at dad. I m sorry, Mr. Jackson.

Wayward Girls take their punishment without complaining.

Yes, Mr. Jackson. Smack! Melinda gets a fourth one just for saying ow. But, this time she is silent.

The girls get dressed and go. Moments later, there is a knock on the door. Dad cants his head toward the door. William?

I open the door and take the note from three fifth graders. My cock twitches as I read, Sarah, Theresa, and Shannon were passing notes in class.

I follow them all into the switching room. Sarah, says dad. She s a little more concerned about my presence, but there is no hesitation as she unzips her skirt and slides it down her legs. She hands it to me and I clip it on the hangar. It didn t take much practice for me to be able to do it without taking my eyes off the girl. She s a little pudgy, for a Wayward Girl anyway, and when she s naked I can see that she s already got some little tits started.

Three swats for Sarah and then I get to watch Shannon strip down to just her knee socks and shoes. Finally, Theresa joins them and I can see why there are multiple hand prints painted on the table. I m wondering if there will be four girls at once with their asses sticking out for spankings.

As I m watching Theresa getting switched, dad looks over at me. That s why I don t like these tan pants.

I look down at my pants and see a wet spot on them. Damn, I m so excited that I m leaking precum inside my pants. I blush as the three girls can see what s happening, too. Theresa, help him out, says dad. Use my office.

Without a word, Theresa takes my hand and leads me into dad s office. She s still buck naked, her little nipples hard from the recent switching. She kneels in front of me and unzips my fly. Though I m surprised, I don t want to argue with her as she reaches in and fishes out my hard cock. Once it s all the way out, she slides her lips down over the head of my cock. It feels heavenly as her lips slide all the way to the base of my cock.

Theresa is a cute girl with short black hair that bounces as her head bobs up and down on my cock. I can t believe that I m getting my first blowjob from a fifth grader in my dad s office. So this is what happens at Christina s School for Wayward Girls. It s really cool to see her lips spread wide as my cock slides deep and then her cheeks hollow out as she slides it back out. This is even better than watching her get spanked.

It doesn t take long for the talented 10-year-old to suck me dry. When she s finished she wipes her hand across her mouth, stands up, curtsies, and says, Thank you, Master Jackson. Then she goes back into the room next door.

I follow Theresa back into the room and see Shannon wipe her hand across her mouth. She curtsies for dad and says, Thank you, Mr. Jackson. Dad fumbles with his fly, and I know that Shannon just helped him out, too.

As the girls leave, dad says, So, you want to start working here, Master Jackson?

You bet, Mr. Jackson.

There s a knock on the door and I open it. There are four junior girls standing in the doorway. Emily hands me a note.

Emily, Marcia, Beatrice, and Vanna were fighting in class, I read, smiling at Emily.

Before anything else happens, Emily protests, Daddy, you know I wouldn t. Not today. Not with him here.

Excuse me, Emily? says dad sternly.

Mr. Jackson, says Emily, much more subdued. Please, I can t. Not today.

I can tell from the smirks on the other girls faces that they ve framed Emily. They know her brother is here and they got her sent to the office. I don t know if dad noticed; he just points at the punishment room.

Once in the room, dad says, Emily. Oh cool, he s going to make her go first. I take her skirt from her. Those panties she didn t want me looking at in the car are now on full display. As Emily takes off her blouse, my cock is already hard despite Theresa s recent help. I can t believe when Emily takes off her bra and I see her full tits. She slides down her panties to show off her furry pussy and her round ass. She places her hands on the table and takes two steps back.

Dad hands me the switch. Master Jackson, would you please deliver ten swats to Emily s bare bottom. Would I? Hell yes, I would. I take the switch and grin over at the other three girls. Thank you, I mouth silently to them as they grin back at me.

Despite my best efforts, Emily takes all ten swats silently. One by one all the other 16-year-old girls strip and take their punishment, but my eyes are on Emily as she holds position the entire time. With her hands on the table and two steps back, her torso is parallel to the ground. It accentuates her tits as they hang down beneath her. She glares at me, but says nothing and is allowed no attempt to hide herself.

There s virtually an endless parade of girls off all ages through dad s office all day long. Emily comes back three more times, each time on some trumped up charge. It s only noon when Emily is there for her fourth such visit. This time she s alone. Emily is standing with her hands in place, her ass poking out with red stripes across it, and her tits swaying beneath her and I m so excited I m ready to cum in my pants. Dad looks at me and says, That s why I hate those tan pants. Emily, help him out.

Emily undoes my zipper and fishes out my cock. Might as well, Master Jackson, she says. They re going to keep sending me here until I do. My big sister runs her tongue up the length of my shaft and then engulfs my cock. I grab hold of her hair, lacing my fingers through her long blond hair until I fill her mouth with my cum. I stagger back from the force of my orgasm.

Leaning against the wall as I zip up my fly, I watch as dad steps in front of Emily. As long as you re down there, Emily says dad as he offers her his cock.