Author: Connard Wellingham
Title: The Girls School
Part: Chapter 05
Summary: Adam Hazel finds a new job at an exclusive girl's school where he finds 
things are not quite as they seem...
Keywords: MF, Mf, FF, ff, M+F+f+, F+f+, bdsm, span, oral, cons

The Girl's School
By: Connard Wellingham
Copyright (c) Connard Wellingham 2003

	This story contains what is known as 'adult content', ie sex.  Why one 
should be allowed to read about murder, torture, violence and killing but not 
sex is a mystery to me - but there you go, that's the way it is.  So if it is 
not legal for you to read about sex where you are, or you are deemed too young 
to read about sex or, you find stories about sex offensive - DO NOT READ THIS 
STORY.

	This story is fiction.  This story is FANTASY.  It is intended solely for 
your amusement and enjoyment.  The author would not like to mislead the more 
gullible among you that the world really is as depicted here.  Whether the world 
would be a better place if people did behave as they do in the story is a moot 
point.

	This story can be freely distributed so long as;
	a) neither the distributor nor the recipient make any profit from it,
	b) no words are changed without the author's consent,
	c) the author is credited with being the author,
	d) this warning section is included,
	e) acknowledgment is given to www.asstr.org as being the original source 
of the text.

	The author welcomes helpful comments and can be contacted at 
cwellingham@SoftHome.net.

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
