CHRISTINA'S SCHOOL FOR WAYWARD GIRLS

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 2 ]

We drive home from school in the same fashion, me in the front and Emily fuming in the back. Nobody says anything. I’m a little confused over what happened and don’t know what to say. Dad and Emily apparently don’t ever talk about it either. But as soon as we get home and I get out of the car, Emily grabs me by the ear. School rules are over. “Billy, don’t you ever say a word about what happened today. To anybody. Ever.”

“Let go of Billy’s ear,” says dad.

Emily glares at dad. “Daddy you let him… you know.”

“First pumpkin,” says daddy soothingly. “What happens at school stays at school. You know that. Second, you deserved it, getting sent to the office four times today.”

“Daddy, I didn’t do anything. The other girls…”

“Don’t go blaming anybody but yourself for your misbehavior,” says dad.

As Emily flounces off in a huff, dad winks at me. It’s a side of him I have never seen before. He made her blow me and him and he enjoyed it. I wondered how many times and for how long she’d been doing that. Now I had a real incentive to follow in my dad’s footsteps.

Dad motions me to follow him and we go into his office. “You know signing that non-disclosure agreement and seeing what goes on at the school is the hardest part of getting a job there. Now that you’ve passed that hurdle, I’ll expect you at the school every day,” he says as he sits down.

“I got school, dad,” I say. That’s stupid – I’d miss school for the rest of my life for the chance to work at the girls’ school.

“Sure you do. I don’t mean all day like today – just two hours a day. When your school is over, hop on your bike and ride over to the Wayward Girls’ school. Go in through the staff entrance. There’s a place there where you can change into your staff uniform. Then come down to my office to see if I need any help with school uniforms.” He winks at me again. I recall that we’d spent another half hour after school ended meting out discipline to several bare little bottoms from first grade to one freshman. “After that you can spend the rest of your two hours sweeping the halls.”

“I’ll be the janitor?”

“Nothing wrong with sweeping the halls as your first job,” says dad. “You expect to be a teacher on your first day?” he laughs. “Besides, you’ll start with school uniforms and then go to sweeping. But, part of sweeping the halls means stopping to help any teachers that ask for your help.”

“What kind of help?”

“Billy, our first responsibility for Wayward Girls is to teach them discipline. I would have thought you’d have seen that today. Sometimes teachers, particularly the women teachers need help disciplining the girls. I usually like to have a boy pushing a broom around the hallways just in case, but the last boy moved out of town last week. I decided you’re ready for the job.”

I must look a little confused still, because dad says, “I don’t switch all the naughty girls. Sometimes the teachers do it themselves, particularly when they have time after school.”

Oh, I get it, but I’m not sure I believe it. I’m going to be sweeping halls only when a teacher doesn’t want me to help switch the girls in detention.

“And Saturdays, too,” says dad. “For the boarders and some of the locals who may have missed class or earned detention, we have Saturday classes. I want you to be to learn how we teach the girls discipline from 8 in the morning until 2 in the afternoon. The pay is $6.00 an hour, does that sound fair?”

And I get paid, too? I nod my head, trying to suppress a grin, “Yeah, that sounds fair.”

Dinner is a little awkward that evening. I wonder if mom knows what goes on at the school. Emily won’t look at me and seems to have little appetite. I keep staring at Emily’s chest, imagining her silver dollar size nipples. And I keep tearing my eyes away as I remember dad saying that what happens at school stays at school.

After school the next day I make it over to the girls’ school in record time. I change into my staff uniform and realize I have a few minutes to spare. Dad didn’t say I couldn’t be early, so I spend about two seconds wondering if it’s OK before I rush down the hall to see if he needs any help.

“Oh, my, William,” says the secretary as I enter the office. “You’re early.” She glances at the door to the headmaster’s office. “He’s got a girl in with him. Have a seat and wait. We don’t interrupt the headmaster when he’s disciplining a girl.”

I know what’s going on in there… I think I do anyway. But, maybe I don’t know everything, so I sit down and wait. I’m wondering if dad does anything different if he’s alone with the girls that he’s spanking. There are four girls waiting with me, two fourth graders with a note, one sixth grader, and one senior.

A few minutes later, a seventh grader comes out of dad’s office. She’s tight lipped as she goes past me, then she stops, turns, and says, “Good afternoon, Master Jackson,” and walks out of the office.

I knock on dad’s door and he looks a little disappointed that it’s me. “Oh, you’re early,” he says, too, telling me that early is not good. “Well, it’s good that you waited. That’s the rule, no interruptions when I’m… uh, switching a girl.” Then he looks past me into the waiting area. I see the disappointment fade as he sees the waiting girls. “Who’s next?”

The sixth grader stands up and holds out a note. I take it and read, “Janice was tardy to class.”

“Time management, Janice, time management. You have to learn to be on time, all the time.” He points at the switching room and I wonder how often Janice has been in there.

Janice strips down to her knee socks and shoes, handing me each article of clothing carefully. She puts her hands on the table and takes two steps back. Then, dad does something unusual. He reaches between her thighs, up high so I know his hand is touching her privates. In response she spreads her legs a little wider, then a little wider. “That’s better,” says dad, now satisfied that Janice is in the proper position.

As I hang up the hangar of her clothes, I’m across the table from her. I can see the small swell of her tits on her chest as she’s leaning over. I can see her pussy lips, too, down between her legs. I stay there rather than go back to where I can see her bottom getting switched. It’s a different view and I kind of like it. The best part is the look on her face and the flash of pain in her eyes as the switch snaps across her bare ass three times.

We watch her dress and then the two younger girls knock next. Their note says they were cheating on a test. “Hmmm,” says dad. “We especially don’t like our Wayward Girls to be cheaters.”

He looks at me and says, “We have a special punishment for cheaters.” Then he looks back at the girls, “Don’t we, girls?”

“Yes, Mr. Jackson,” they say in unison.

“Help them with their uniforms, Master Jackson,” says dad. “They keep their skirts for this, though.” So they both strip off their blouses, undershirts, and panties. I hang their uniforms up and they both assume the usual position with their hands on the table and a couple steps back. I watch as dad flips up Katie’s skirt above her waist. He ties a rope around her waist and then threads it between her legs, tosses it over a bar hanging from the ceiling, and threads it through Heidi’s legs. He finishes by tying it around Heidi’s waist. Then, he makes sure that the rope is tucked between Heidi’s pussy lips. He nods to me. “Check Katie’s rope for me,” he says.

I reach between Katie’s legs, pull her pussy lips apart, and make sure the rope is pressing against her slit. That was fun.

Dad pushes a button on the wall and the bar that the rope is strung over goes up, pulling itself taut. As it goes up a little more, the two girls are pulled up onto their tiptoes. I thought the girls before had their asses exposed for a spanking, now these two are really pushing their helpless little asses out. Not to mention, I figure that rope has to hurt between their legs like that.

They got to keep their skirts on, but the skirts don’t hide anything now. “So, my little cheaters,” says dad. “Cheating on a test does about as much good as keeping your skirts on for a spanking. Nothing. It does you no good at all. You can’t hide behind your cheating any more than you can hide behind your skirts.” He reaches over and pulls Heidi’s skirt up to just below her nipples, making it even more useless. Even though he hasn’t asked, I do the same with Katie’s skirt.

“Get yourself a switch, Master Jackson,” says dad. He’s already holding one, so I get another from the cabinet.

“Five switches, Master Jackson,” says dad.

“Yes, Mr. Jackson,” I say. He and I switch our respective girls, leaving five red stripes on each. The blows fall almost simultaneously, accompanied by the almost silent gasps from the two girls.

I mimic dad as he pulls Heidi’s skirt back down to an almost modest level. The rope and Katie’s position keeps the skirt from covering her well. Then he unties the girls and lets them get dressed and leave.

As the senior girl comes into the office I notice that there are two more girls waiting in the office by now. The final bell rang a few minutes ago, so now I’m officially working. “Kimberly talked back to the teacher,” I read on the senior’s note.

Kimberly was the oldest of the girls who’d come through dad’s office so far. She was 18, legally an adult. I half expected her to rebel against the rules, but then she had also been a Wayward Girl for nearly 12 years. She is timid as she enters the office and, I think, acts like a well conditioned Stepford Wife.

“Talking back has its special consequences, too,” says dad, addressing me. He holds up a red rubber ball and then tosses it to Kimberly. She deftly catches it and pops it into her mouth. Her red lips and white teeth spread wide as she bites down on the ball.

She smoothes her skirt as she steps into the switching room and then unzips it without a word. I had already noticed the lack of rebellion of the girls, writing it off as not wanting to rile the headmaster and earn more punishment than they already deserved. She hands me the skirt, acknowledging my role as the keeper of her uniform. Unlike all the other girls I’ve seen so far, her panties are a mere thong. Sheer and white, they hide nothing from my view. She removes her blouse and I note that her bra is also much less than I’ve seen before. Like all the other girls, her bra is white, but the cups are less than half a cup, pushing and lifting her tits without covering her nipples. Without any more information, I can only assume that all the seniors are similarly clad. My assumption is further justified by the fact that she stops there, leaving on her very revealing under garments unlike the underclasswomen. This “senior privilege” leaves nothing to the imagination.

Kimberly places her hands on the hand prints. Her adult size hands completely cover the hand prints as she takes the requisite two steps back. She surprises me by rotating her ass in quite a provocative, inviting manner as if asking for the switch.

Dad surprises me now by delivering five quick swats to Kimberly’s offered bottom and then dismissing her. She’s the best built woman who’s come into his office for punishment so far. That was my first clue that he preferred to spank the little ones.

“Thank you, Mr. Jackson. Thank you, Master Jackson,” says Kimberly, now dressed, as she curtsies and leaves.

As she leaves, dad says, “I don’t understand her. She knows better. I’m beginning to think she just likes the spankings.”

The next two girls to come into the office light up dad’s eyes. Just 6-years-old, the first graders hand me a note. “The two Jessicas were talking in class – to each other.” I appraise the two little girls, a Jessica and a Jessica. One has long, light brown hair and the other has short blond hair. Both are pretty, slender girls in the model of most Wayward Girls.

“You shouldn’t…”

“… spank us,” finishes the second. And I immediately think of twins who might finish each other’s sentences. But, these two are just best friends who have the same talent. It’s the most rebellion I’ve seen in all the girls so far and now it makes sense to me. They haven’t been through the rigid training of the older girls, beaten down to be Wayward Girls.

“You shouldn’t be talking in class,” counters dad.

“We’re sorry,” says long brown hair.

“We couldn’t help it,” adds short blond.

“And that’s why you’re here,” says dad. “It’s my responsibility to teach you how to control yourselves so you don’t talk when you know you’re not supposed to talk.”

“Oh,” says long brown.

“But still,” says short blond. “It’s not OK to spank us.”

I look at dad, wondering how he will deal with this. The two girls are small enough that he and I could do the spanking without their cooperation. But, he has done this before. He knows how to intimidate little girls. “You want me to send you back where you came from and tell them you can’t come to school here anymore? You want them to know you aren’t good enough to be Wayward Girls?”

“No,” says long brown.

Dad points to the room and she moves. He nods at me and I follow her in. Short blond stays with him. Dad closes the door after we go in.

Alone with the long brown haired Jessica, I take her skirt, tie, blouse, and panties. She puts her hands on the table, a little bit anxious that her friend is still not here. I take the opportunity to run my hand down her bare back and then touch her bare ass.

“You shouldn’t,” says this Jessica.

I know I shouldn’t, but then, “Are you talking back to me?” I say.

“No, Master Jackson,” she says and shuts up.

I put my hand between her soft thighs, a finger pressing against her pussy, and she spreads her legs wider. It’s a cheap feel, but I know she won’t complain.

It’s only a minute or two before the door opens and the other Jessica comes into the room followed by dad. She strips without complaint and now there are two 6-year-olds with their asses presented for spanking. Dad switches the short blond Jessica and then hands me the switch. I take care of my Jessica.

My cock is pounding, but I do notice that there is no wet spot from my leaking precum today. I look at dad, catch his eye, and then look down at my crotch and jerk my head toward the long brown haired Jessica. Dad shakes his head and, to my disappointment the two girls get dressed and leave.

“First graders haven’t gotten that far,” explains dad as we are alone for a moment.

I answer the knock on the door to see a girl about my age standing there and offering me a note. I recognize her as a girl I’d gone to school with for a few years. After third grade she’d transferred to the Wayward Girls and I hadn’t seen her since. Stephanie seems to recognize me as well. “Stephanie is wearing blue panties,” I announce after reading the note.

I’d noticed that all the girls wore white, but I hadn’t taken that to mean it was a requirement until now. She was about to get punished for wearing blue panties. I knew from experience that her legs had been spread in class by the clamps on her chair and the teacher must have noticed that she was wearing the wrong panties.

Dad simply holds out his hand and Steph slides her panties down her legs and hands them to him. He wads up the panties and pops them in her mouth. We go into the next room where the usual ritual is performed. Once her bare ass is sufficiently tanned, dad says, “Help him out, Stephanie,” and leaves the room.

The freshman kneels in front of me, pulls the wad of panties from her mouth, and gets my cock out of my pants. I watch with relish as she sucks me in. She’s the last girl of the day in the office. I let her take her time. Still, she’s eager to get it over with and I’ve got a naked girl sucking my cock, so it doesn’t take long. She swallows my cum, wipes her mouth, curtsies, and says, “Thank you, Master Jackson.”