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Thanks for postings nikki do you have part 4 of this one ??
<Nikki@P.U.> wrote in message news:10kmp1us5v4jq9b@corp.supernews.com...
> The Girl's School 5 (MF Mf M+F+f+ FF ff F+f+ bdsm span fdom cons)
>
>
> By: Connard Wellingham
>
> Chapter 5 - Aftermath (MF)
>
> It was with some trepidation that Adam greeted the next morning.
> Something momentous had occurred yesterday, he was certain - although
> what, he
> wasn't sure. He felt he had passed some milestone; some point from
> which there
> could be no return, and he smelled bridges burning furiously behind him.
> Somewhat to his surprise, the world was no different: the sun still
> shone, the
> wind still blew, the flowers still bloomed and nodded in the breeze and
the
> sparrows still chirruped in the ivy. He glanced up at the old, grey
> building
> before him. Its ivy-clad walls, normally so mellow and friendly, seemed
> to loom
> disapprovingly this morning. Behind the deep-set windows, a host of
> probing,
> knowing eyes scrutinized his progress and grinning mouths exchanged arch
> remarks
> between giggles. He gave himself a mental shake and told himself he was
> being
> foolish. Still he could not dispel the mood of apprehension and he was
> he was
> somewhat distracted when he faced his first class.
>
> Fortunately for his sanity, his first few classes were with the younger
> girls. They behaved with almost disappointing normality and he slowly
> began to
> relax into his normal groove. He thought, briefly about avoiding the
> staff room
> at break but knew that would be out of character. Again, almost to his
> disappointment, everything seemed normal. Jacqueline and Marcia were
> discussing
> a TV programme from last night. Barbara was reading with Evaline sitting
> quietly beside her sipping her tea. Helen was not present and, thank God,
> neither was Anne. He breathed an inward sigh of relief. Although he
> knew he
> would have to face her some time soon, but he was thankful that it was
> not now.
>
> As he poured himself coffee, Jacqueline came up behind him.
>
> "So what's with the girls this morning?"
>
> He felt himself flushing, "Sorry?"
>
> "Don't tell me you hadn't noticed?"
>
> "Er... Well, they do seem a bit quiet, that's true."
>
> "A bit quiet!" Jacqueline exploded. "They're positively comatose.
> Especially the 5th. They're like refugees from a convent. Veronica and
> Melanie
> are positively out of sorts and Felicia hasn't showed up at all."
>
> He gave a start. "Oh? Nothing serious I hope?"
>
> "No idea. She just wasn't in class."
>
> "Oh. Well I have them after break. We'll see then."
>
> Jacqueline had a sudden insight. "They haven't been disciplined, by any
> chance? That would explain it."
>
> Adam swallowed in a dry throat. "Er... It's possible, I suppose. They
> were getting a bit out of hand."
>
> "I thought so," she said, triumphantly. She looked at him, shrewdly.
>
> "You didn't have anything to do with it, by any chance?"
>
> Adam's heart sank. "Well, um, it's possible. I did mention a couple of
> things to Anne and... er... well..."
>
> Jacqueline nudged him sharply and leered. "Well that explains it.
> They're always a bit down after a disciplining. They'll be back to
> normal in no
> time. Not fair, though, Anne having all the fun and not telling us."
>
> Adam spluttered over his last mouthful of coffee and flushed. "Er, well,
> I'd better be getting back."
>
> He hurried from the room and didn't see the strange look Jacqueline gave
> to his retreating back.
>
> ~~~~~~~
>
> As the 5th year filed in, he searched their faces anxiously but covertly,
> looking for some sign - what sort of sign he didn't know. They entered
> quietly.
> They were down as Jacqueline had said. Veronica and Melanie seated
> themselves
> rather gingerly, he thought, although it could have been his imagination.
> Felicia was not with them. He looked up now, trying to control his
> thumping
> heart and hoping his voice would not croak. He noticed that they were all
> dressed very demurely: no deviations from the regulation skirts and
> blouses.
> Somehow, this gave him confidence and he launched into the lesson.
>
> They were subdued. They seemed to pay more attention, to listen to his
> words carefully. He was aware of four pairs of eyes fixed upon him as he
> explained a particularly obscure calculation. For some reason this was
> both
> extremely disconcerting and immensely erotic. His delivery almost
> stumbled but
> he managed to finish his explanation and set them a problem to solve.
> He sat
> and looked at their sleek, young heads bent over their books.
>
> Then, in a flash, it came to him; they were scared of him - no, scared
> wasn't the right word - wary, cautious, even respectful. He tried to
> think it
> through. The answer came to him in a flash. It was obvious. He had
> severely
> chastised three of them - thrashed them soundly. They had been forced
> to expose
> their bare bottoms to him and allow him to beat them severely. It was
> debasing,
> humiliating. They had accepted his authority: accepted that he had the
> power to
> compel them to expose themselves; accepted his right to punish them.
> Of course
> they would be obsequious. He almost laughed aloud with sheer
> exhilaration.
> Miranda glanced up from her work. He grinned at her and she quickly
> returned to
> her task. He breathed deeply, savouring the moment.
>
> The rest of the lesson, and, indeed, the rest of the day, passed quickly.
> Adam wanted to test this new-found power - to see how far he could use
> it, and
> in what directions. He realised that the situation that had led to the
> punishment no longer disturbed him. It wouldn't bother him if they came
in
> half-naked. He also realised that he would readily discipline them
> again - in
> fact he might be rather glad of an excuse. But first, he needed to
> determine
> some limits and make some plans. He went to find Anne.
>
> ~~~~~~~
>
> She was in her office.
>
> "Adam... , she began, coming out from behind her desk as he entered.
>
> Without conscious thought they were in each others' arms and kissing with
> passionate abandon. He could feel those magnificent breasts pressed tight
> against his chest, the nipples growing hard. He ran his hands through
> her hair,
> up and down her arched back, cupped the cheeks of her bottom and pulled
her
> fiercely to him. She clutched at his shoulders and his head as she
> thrust her
> tongue into his mouth and wriggled it around lewdly. His cock swelled and
> stiffened and she rubbed her belly against it shamelessly.
>
> "Oh, Adam.. ," she gasped when they parted at last.
>
> "Anne, I'm so glad..."
>
> "I didn't know... I wondered..."
>
> "I know. I didn't know either until just now..."
>
> They held each other tightly, touching, cuddling, caressing; lost in each
> other in a haze of lust.
>
> "Anne, what's happening to us?"
>
> "I don't know."
>
> "I can hardly tell you what you make me feel. I want to kiss you and hold
> you and rip off your clothes you and fuck you senseless and do all sorts
of
> dirty and beautiful things with you."
> She shivered and giggled. "And so you shall. We'll do everything and
> then some."
> He put his hands on her shoulders and held her away from him. "It's all
> wrong, though, isn't it?"
> "Wrong?"
> "This! Us! You're the Headmistress of a very respectable girl's school
> and I'm just a hired hand. What would happen if it all came out?"
> She looked at him very seriously as if seeking the answer to some unspoken
> question.
>
> "I don't think you need worry about that," she said slowly and seriously.
> "For the moment, let's just enjoy this and each other. I don't think
> there'll
> be any problems in the long term."
>
> "But..."
>
> She put a finger to his lips. "No buts. Trust me. As your Headmistress
> and your lover. It'll be OK."
>
> He shrugged. "You're the boss, lady. I shall enjoy every steamy moment."
>
> Then, suddenly, the reality of the last two days came crashing down on
> him. The real truth hit him like a sledgehammer. The dreams of power,
the
> insights in the classroom were fantasies, chimeras. The scales seemed
> to slip
> from his eyes and he stiffened in her embrace.
>
> "What's the matter, lover?"
>
> "I... Oh... Oh, shit..."
>
> She caressed his cheek. "Talk to me. Somehow I don't think I'll be
> offended." She smiled.
>
> He looked down and into her big brown eyes. "Can we sit down? There's
> something I must tell you."
>
> They sat side by side on the leather settee, knees touching, holding
> hands. He took a deep breath and searched for the right words.
>
> "It's about yesterday," he began.
>
> "The punishment?"
>
> He nodded. "Yes. It's difficult to find the words, so please bear with
> me. You see, before yesterday I had never hit anybody - oh, except for
> the odd
> playground scrap at school, but that doesn't count. What I mean is that
> I've
> never deliberately caused someone pain. And yesterday I purposely and
> calculatingly whipped the bottoms of three teenage girls - girls who
> were in my
> trust and care. I beat them and hurt them - one of them possibly
> seriously."
>
> He stopped and looked at her, his face drawn in distress.
> "But, Adam, you knew that you might have to do that when you took the
> job. I
> thought I made that clear at the interview."
>
> "I know, I know. But saying you'd do it and the reality of actually doing
> it are two completely different things."
>
> "Well, if that's how you feel about it...," Anne said stiffly. "But I
> must say I'm most disappointed."
>
> He shook his head miserably. "No. No. You don't understand." He looked
> at her earnestly. "It wasn't the punishment itself - they deserved it
> and I can
> now see why you have a policy of corporal punishment. No. My problem
> worse than
> that - much worse." He took a deep breath to calm himself. "Punishment
is
> punishment. You give it because it is merited - whether it's a punishment
> exercise, detention or, or a spanking. The thing is it's impersonal -
> the child
> breaks the rules, there's a laid- down punishment, you give it. You
> don't get
> involved in it. Do you see what I mean?" Anne was looking at him with
> concern
> and trepidation. He hurried on, "The thing about yesterday is, and I'm
> deeply
> ashamed to admit this, that it wasn't impersonal. It was one of the most
> enjoyable and intensely erotic experiences of my life. If you hadn't been
> there, I don't know what I'd have done. I don't think I could have
> controlled
> myself.
>
> "No!" he held up his hand to prevent her speaking. "Please let me finish
> this. Then you can decide what to do.
>
> "This morning, I was really troubled. I felt... I don't know what I
> felt. I felt ashamed and guilty. I was not looking forward to meeting
> the 5th
> again. And when Veronica and the others came in I nearly bolted. But
they
> behaved very strangely - they were very proper and sat and listened and
> worked
> diligently - oh, and they were dressed appropriately. Well, I couldn't
> figure
> it out for a while - no hint of rebellion, no sulking, no sly
> uncooperativeness.
> I was flabbergasted. And then, suddenly, it dawned on me. They were a
bit
> apprehensive, naturally, but mainly they were respectful, even
> deferential. I
> realised that I had taken them on; called their bluff - and I had won.
>
> "I realised that the threat of punishment gave me complete power over
> them. That, for all they knew, I could call them out - any one at any
> time -
> and mistreat them, beat them, humiliate them - and they couldn't do
> anything
> about it. The thing was, Anne... The thing that really shocked me was
> that I
> revelled in that feeling - gloried in it - of the knowledge I could do
> exactly
> that - spank them, beat them, thrash them."
>
> He looked up at her, pleadingly.
>
> "And, God help, me Anne. I sat there in that classroom and knew with
> complete certainty that I wanted to take each and every in of them and
> bend them
> over and bare their round, teenage bottoms, and whip them hard and make
> them
> squeal. What's worst of all is that, after I had done all these
> terrible things
> to them, I wanted to shove my cock deep into their teenage twats and
> fuck 'em
> senseless. Every single blessed one of them from little Sophie right up
> to Miss
> Flirt herself, Felicia Romiss."
>
> He took a deep, shuddering breath. "I am sorry, Anne, I know these are
> terrible thoughts to have and terrible things to say and I'll..."
>
> He broke off and looked at Anne's face. She was regarding him seriously
> but not disapprovingly.
>
> "Adam, I'm very glad you've unburdened yourself to me like this. I want
> to assure you that your thoughts and feelings are not abnormal nor, you
> may be
> surprised to hear, unusual. So the first thing is that you mustn't feel
> guilty.
>
> "I suspect you were about to tender your resignation. I won't hear of
> it.
> The very fact that you recognised your reactions and were more then
> willing to
> confess them makes me sure that you are the right man for the job. So,
> not one
> more word about resigning. Okay?"
>
> Adam nodded, mutely astonished.
>
> "I say with total certainty that I know exactly how you feel and that your
> feelings are neither unusual nor abnormal." She paused. "Now I want
> you to
> answer me this question - how do I know exactly how you feel and how can
> be I be
> certain that it's not abnormal?"
>
> He gaped at her as the penny slowly dropped. "You mean..."
>
> She nodded, smiling. "Yes, say it."
>
> "You mean you have the same feelings too? That you, too, are turned on by
> the thought of beating girl's bottoms? Oh, my God."
>
> Anne beamed at him. "Yes. It's true. Couldn't you tell from my reaction
> yesterday?"
>
> "Oh," he said. "I'm a complete fool. I've been so caught up in my own
> guilt trip that I stopped thinking... I'm sorry. What must you think
> of me.
> ."
>
> "Adam, dear heart," she laughed. "You're not a fool. You're just caught
> up in something you don't understand yet. I know it's difficult to deal
> with."
>
> He lifted her hands to his lips and kissed them gently.
>
> "Actually I'm rather glad to know that you feel the same as I do." She
> looked at him intently. "Kiss me."
>
> With a startled glance, he leaned over and brushed her lips with his.
> This was not what Anne wanted for she took his head in her hands and
> kissed him
> thoroughly and deeply.
>
> "Now," she said. "Did you think that what happened between us yesterday
> was a fantasy? That I was just pretending to please you or tease you?"
>
> "But... But... No, of course I didn't think it was a fantasy. It's just
> that I didn't dare to hope that after I'd said my piece you'd think of
> me as
> anything other than worthless trash."
>
> Without another word they were in each other's arms, lips and teeth and
> hands roaming each other's bodies. Frantically, they tugged at buttons
> and zips
> trying to get rid of their clothes without losing contact with each
> other. They
> fumbled with each other's buttons, shaking their arms loose from their
> jackets
> and shirts. He tugged at her tight skirt while she fumbled at his belt.
> She
> pushed his trousers slide down his legs fumbled his rampant cock from his
> underpants. They half fell, half slid onto the floor. She spread her
> legs wide
> and he crawled between them. He pulled her panties aside and she
> guided, almost
> pulled, his cock him into her, lifting her hips to meet him. He thrust
> into the
> hot, wet, depths of her cunt, marvelling again at how tight it was.
> With her
> feet planted flat on the floor and her knees spread wide apart, she
> lifted her
> hips up off the floor, thrusting her pelvis up to meet his downward
stroke,
> clutching at his back and moaning and panting in his ear.
>
> Then he was hammering into her with long, fierce strokes. She threw her
> legs around his back, drumming her heels against his bottom to urge him
on.
> "Yes," she panted in time to his thrusts. "Oh... Fuck... Yes... Oh..."
>
> He was a mindless fuck engine, aware of nothing but his cock pounding in
> and out of her cunt; of the soft flesh of the hot, eager woman
> underneath him
> who was urging him to fuck her harder, spurring him on. He couldn't
> last and
> neither could she. Soon - all too soon - before, it seemed, he had
> really got
> started, he felt his balls tighten.
>
> "Oh, God, I'm going to cum."
>
> "Yes! Yes, cum in me, darling. Cum in me hard. Make me feel it."
>
> He jabbed with short, sharp strokes, probing deep into her cervix,
> groaning and growling as he felt the cum swell his balls and then burst
> from his
> engorged prick in a torrent and spurt deep inside her cunt. She hugged
him
> fiercely, thrusting and wriggling her hips, gripping his cock with the
> muscles
> of her vagina to milk him of every last drop.
>
> "Oh...," he gasped as he slumped on top of her. "Anne, Anne, Anne..."
> He planted a hundred little kisses on her face and neck as she gently
> caressed
> his face. At last, with a groan, he rolled off her, his cock slipping
> stickily
> from her cunt and releasing a flood of sperm which trickled down her
> crack onto
> the floor.
>
> Suddenly a great feeling of well-being swept through him and he laughed
> aloud. "This is absurd, " he said, gesturing at their dishevelled
clothes,
> tangled hair and cum-stained bodies. "You know we can't go on meeting
like
> this."
>
> Anne joined in. "You're right. The dry-cleaning bills alone will ruin
> me. Seriously, lover, we don't need to, now." She took his hands in
> hers and
> gazed up at him lovingly. "Now that we know how each other feels we
> don't need
> to hide. I want to feel you close to me; to wake up each morning with you
> beside me."
>
> "That would be the most wonderful thing in the world. But there are
> probably a few proprietaries to observe. And, what's more, don't you
> still have
> a school to run?"
>
> "I hate you for reminding me but yes, you're right. I've still got a ton
> of work to do." She eased herself out from under him and stood up with a
> groan. "I'm getting too old for the floor."
>
> He clambered to his feet and watched her, marvelling at how beautiful she
> was even though she was a total mess. He snuggled up behind her and
> nuzzled her
> neck.
>
> "Oh, Adam," she murmured, arching her back against him. "Stop it." She
> pulled herself free of his embrace and shooed him to the door. "Come
> on. Get
> out. I've got work to do."
>
> He left, feeling he had conquered the world.
>
> ~~~~~~~
>
> He sneaked back to his apartment to shower and change. He felt light-
> headed and euphoric and confident. With Anne's support, he knew he
> could do
> whatever he desired and began to make his plans. First there was
> Felicia. He
> was, surprisingly, genuinely concerned that he had caused her a serious
> injury.
>
> ~~~~~~~
>
> "Felicia's fine," said Helen dourly when he found her in the library.
> "She won't be sitting particularly comfortably for a few days but she
> has no
> serious injuries. Some bruises but no cuts." She looked up at him
> disapprovingly. "I'm really a bit disappointed in you, Adam. I had you
> marked
> as a civilised man. One who wouldn't succumb to this nonsense. You
> hurt that
> child quite badly, you know."
>
> He looked down at her. "I take it you don't approve of corporal
> punishment, then?"
>
> She sniffed. "I've nothing against a rap on the knuckles or a slap on the
> bottom. But, really, Anne takes it too far. All these whips and
> paddles and
> things - and all the other stuff..."
>
> She stopped abruptly and flushed. Adam regarded her calmly, his mind
> racing. "So you've never paddled one of the girls, or whipped her?"
>
> "No, never," she said indignantly.
>
> "Never been tempted?"
>
> "No, of course not. It's a most uncivilised way to behave. To be bent
> over and have your bottom exposed... Utterly humiliating."
>
> "So why do you stay, then? Someone with your experience could surely find
> a job elsewhere?"
>
> She flushed. "Oh, someone's got to look after these poor girls and make
> sure they're not permanently damaged," she flustered.
>
> Adam got a sense of skeletons in closets and, wisely, decided not to push
> but he couldn't resist one more dig.
>
> "And you've never been tempted, yourself... To be on the receiving end?"
> Adam asked.
>
> Helen gasped, clutching her hand to her bosom. "The very idea...
> Disgusting..." she spluttered. But he saw there was something in her
> eyes. He
> had a sudden vision of her tall elegant form, nearly naked and bent
> over, bottom
> exposed. Heard her whimper and plead as he lashed at her small, taut
> buttocks.
>
> He gave her his most charming smile. "Oh, well. I'm glad Felicia is
> going to be okay. Thanks."
>
> He turned and left and didn't see her blink with surprise and then follow
> his retreating back with a strange look.
>
> ~~~~~~~
>
> He found Felicia in her room. She was lying on her bed on her side
> dressed in a sheer, powder-blue, baby-doll nightie with matching
> panties. She
> made no attempt to cover herself as he entered but simply flushed and
> looked
> away. He stood and drank in the curve of her hip, the swell of her full
> breasts, the silkiness of her skin.
>
> "How are you, Felicia?"
>
> "You know how I am. You hit me hard enough," she said petulantly.
>
> "I did, didn't I. Actually that's why I'm here. To apologise."
>
> "Oh, yes," she replied with a voice she could hardly control.
>
> She looked up as he pulled up a chair beside her bed. "Yes. I shouldn't
> have hit you so hard."
>
> "You hurt me very badly."
>
> "I know," he said, nodding seriously. "I didn't mean to."
>
> "I still can't lie on my back or sit down. My bottom is very sore."
>
> He took one of her hands in both of his. "I know it is and I'm very
> sorry."
>
> She looked up at him now. "You really didn't mean to beat me so hard?"
>
> "No, I didn't."
>
> There was a look in her eye - of hope? Of triumph? She sniffed as if
> fighting back tears. "So you've come to say you're really sorry?"
>
> He nodded.
>
> "Sorry that you made me bend over that awful contraption and hit me?"
>
> "Oh, no!" He looked shocked. "You fully deserved that punishment, young
> lady. Your behaviour was abominable. No. I haven't come to apologise
for
> punishing your misbehaviour. But I have come to apologise for doing
> something I
> shouldn't have done."
>
> "You mean thrashing me within an inch of my life?"
>
> He smiled. "I don't think I hit you quite that hard. No, something more
> serious than that."
>
> "It's serious enough to me."
>
> "Indeed. But more important than that is why I beat you so hard."
>
> "What do you mean?"
>
> "Think about it. Why were you being punished?"
>
> "It was most unfair. I didn't do anything to deserve a punishment."
>
> "Come now, Felicia," he said severely. "Stop playing games. Why were you
> punished?"
>
> She sniffed. "For breaking school rules. For disrupting your class."
>
> "Right. And did you deserve to be punished? Now..." he held up his hand
> as she was about to make a quick retort. "No games."
>
> "Yes," she said in a small voice. "I suppose I did."
>
> "And did you deserve to be punished so severely?"
>
> "No," she cried. "You were most unkind."
>
> "Why, then, do you think that happened. That I hurt you more than you
> deserved?"
>
> "Because you're a sadist. You enjoyed it."
>
> "Oh, no. I can assure you I'm not a sadist. I admit I did enjoy spanking
> your beautiful bottom. But I did not enjoy causing you so much pain.
> Would I be
> here apologising to you, if I did? Wouldn't I be gloating about it and
> wanting
> to do it again? Because I could, you know."
>
> Felicia was puzzled by this. "I don't know. Are you really, truly sorry
> you hurt me so much?"
>
> "My dearest Felicia. I am deeply and truly sorry for that."
>
> "Then why did you do it?"
>
> "Because I lost control. That's why I hit you so hard. And that's far
> more serious than the beating itself."
>
> "I don't understand."
>
> "Okay. What would happen if you were late for class?"
>
> "You'd give me a row, I suppose."
>
> "And if you were always late, even after I'd given you a row?"
>
> "Well, you'd give me a punishment exercise or detention."
>
> "Okay. What would you think if, the first time you were late I spanked
> you?"
>
> "I'd think you were a sadistic beast."
>
> "Now suppose that Veronica was late, too, and I didn't do or say anything
> at all to her?"
>
> "I'd hate you. I do now, you know."
>
> "And if I always treated you more harshly than the other girls?"
>
> "I would hate you utterly."
> "And you'd hate me because I wasn't being fair and you couldn't trust me."
>
> "Yes."
>
> "So would decide that I was a complete bastard and it wasn't worth trying
> because I was always out to get you."
>
> "Yes."
>
> "In other words - you wouldn't trust me, isn't that so?"
>
> Felicia pondered on that. "Yes. I suppose it is."
>
> "Now think about yesterday. Being spanked or whipped is a serious and
> painful affair - much worse than a detention. So if you can't trust me
> to act
> fairly - then what?"
>
> "Oh. I think I see what you mean."
>
> "What would happen if you smacked your pet dog every time he did anything
> wrong and never gave him any love or petting. He wouldn't trust you or
> love
> you, would he."
>
> "No. He'd hate me and probably try to bite me."
>
> He smiled. "I don't want you to bite me, Felicia. I want you to love me
> and trust me just like your dog. That's why I'm apologising to you and
> making
> you a promise that I will never lose control again. If I punish you -
> spank you
> or whip you - it's because you know it's right and accept it. In fact,
> relish
> it. So will you accept my apology."
>
> She smiled wanly. "I don't know that I liked that last bit - but, yes, I
> accept you apology."
>
> He stood and smiled down at her. "Good. I'm glad about that. Now, I'll
> see you tomorrow in class." It was more of an order than a suggestion.
>
> "Yes, sir," she said.
>
> ~~~~~~~
>
> Felicia returned to classes the following day. Like the rest, she was
> properly dressed in regulation school uniform. She sat at the back with
> her
> head bowed. She only looked up when addressed directly and responded
> briefly to
> questions. But he noticed that she was watching him with a strange
> expression
> on her face whenever she thought he wasn't looking. He smiled inwardly.
>
> Adam was still on a euphoric high. It was evident in every word, every
> gesture. The girls watched his performance in silent incredulity and
> exchanged
> looks with raised eyebrows.
>
> Just before the end of the lesson, he stopped, perched on the front of the
> desk and surveyed them silently. They stopped work and waited.
>
> "I want to say how sorry I am that things got to the stage that we had
> that, er, unpleasant incident the other day. But I'm very pleased with
> your
> response. I think the point has been made and the lesson learned." He
> paused
> and smiled brightly at them. "You have responded exceptionally well and
> been
> exemplary in dress, demeanour and behaviour. Your example, I'm pleased
> to see,
> has been followed throughout the school. Thank you. As a result I
> think we can
> consider a relaxation of the dress code from now on." He looked from one
> astonished face to another and leered. "I must confess that I rather
> miss the
> view. So you have my permission to be, shall we say, inventive. Mind."
> He
> held up an admonishing hand. "Dress code only. I expect you to
> maintain the
> same standard of behaviour that you've shown you can achieve. And I will
> maintain that very firmly."
>
> He had timed it perfectly for, as he finished speaking, the school bell
> rang. Mute with astonishment, the girl's filed out, breaking into an
> agitated
> chatter as they clattered off down the corridor. Behind them Adam let
> out a
> broad guffaw. The first step in his plan had been executed.
>
> END of Chapter 5