Eisenhower Academy for Wayward Girls (chantiXgoogle)

[DomG]

Dominic Eisenhower had discovered, as he grew older, that he needed less and less sleep to function properly. A mere decade ago he would have needed seven or so hours to be at his best but now, as he approached his mid-forties, he found that six hours of sleep was more than enough to make sure that his batteries were properly charged. Most nights he would be in bed by 2300 hours and awake at 0500 the following morning, perfectly refreshed and ready for the day. On occasion he would get even less sleep then that and would still be alright for the day, he was able to function for nearly a week with five hours or less a night, without any particular problems cropping up.

That morning was going to the start of a very busy day though, likely quite a few very busy days. He had gotten to sleep earlier than usual and when he opened his eyes at 0458, two minutes ahead of the alarm that he had set, he had gotten nearly eight hours of sleep. As he opened his eyes, resting for the few minutes until the alarm went off, he reflected that there might be such a thing as too much sleep, his body felt more stiff then it normally did when he woke up. When the alarm went off he silenced it almost immediately, sitting up and stretching in the bed as he did so. Perhaps it was his advancing age, he was forced to consider for a few moments as he felt his back popping a little, in spite of his efforts to remain fit he knew that he was getting older and the battle against aging couldn’t be won forever.

No time to let thoughts like that linger though, with a grin splitting his face Dominic shifted, his feet meeting the ground as he rose from the bed and stretched a little further, a new student would be arriving before very long and nothing made him feel young like the day that a new student arrived and the game began all over again.

Stark naked, having felt no need to wear anything while he slept, Dominic moved to a window and pulled open the blinds so he could look out over his property before the sun properly rose. He could see it, just starting to brighten the horizon with a hint of pink. Though he was naked and the blinds were wide open he had no fear of being seen, his home was rather isolated, centered on many acres of land and miles away from the nearest neighbor. To even reach the home one either had to travel through some woodlands that would leave you easily lost or approach from the east, the only clear direction with a long private driveway. And of course, at the end that driveway was a heavy gate that could only be opened with the proper code or by a button pressed in the home proper, a sign on the gate read simply Eisenhower Academy.

Dominic quite liked his home, it was large and set far enough away from anyone else to ensure that he had his privacy, which was of course vital. The exterior had a classical look to it but the interior had every modern continence and comfort, from a state of the art security system to six bedrooms, including the master… though in truth only one room beyond the master bedroom was set up as a bedroom as the others all had other purposes. The garage held several cars and the back yard even had a heated swimming pool (with a built in hot tub) that he frequently took advantage of. It had cost quite the pretty penny but he had money to burn, having made an obscene amount of money with some careful investments at the start of the dot com bubble, and he had been one of the lucky few who had been able to see the collapse coming and save the money.

Since then he hadn’t needed to work a day in his life, instead he had devoted himself to his passion… running his little academy. The last graduate had left a few weeks before, having spent a year with him and found her behavior far improved over what it had been since she first arrived. The testimonial that she had filmed the day before her departure had been particularly heart felt and might have even contributed to his newest student being sent to him, Lana Holland would be delivered in just a few hours.

He was looking forward to that, the application had com somewhat short notice but the information included had led to him accepting the girl right away, at no cost to her parents of course, what he did was a public service that he provided simply for the pleasure of it. Money wasn’t something he was concerned about after all.

After several minutes of watching the horizon beginning to grow brighter Dominic turned away from the window, knowing that he had to prepare before Miss Holland arrived. The first day was always the most vital, he never knew quite what he had in mind until he met the young women face to face, they were individuals after all, each needing to be treated as such and with a unique outcome in mind.

First things first, a nice hot shower to help make sure the day started properly, making sure his body was perfectly clean. Emerging from the shower he finished his grooming routine, shaving, brushing his teeth, combing his hair, and then applying just a touch of cologne, subtle of course because he was a man preparing to play a roll… subtlety and class were a part of the performance that would be needed.

Then, wearing only a pair of comfortable briefs, Dominic made his way downstairs and began to prepare a simple breakfast. Bacon, eggs, oatmeal, and coffee, nothing overly extravagant but plenty to get him through the day. He ate quickly, not quite hurrying but with the urgency of a man who knew that he had a schedule to keep. With the meal completed Dominic took the time to clean the dishes and leave them in a rack to dry before he made a quick tour of the home, making sure that everything would appear perfectly natural, not a single thing out of place… one never knew what to expect on a new girls first day after all. He had provided the girl’s father with the address of his ‘Academy’ and instructions on how to have a car deliver her from the airport if they sent her alone, but since this was so short notice it was possible that the girl might be dropped off by parents and caution was the watchword.

Of course, he found nothing out of place as he toured the home, nothing to hint that this wasn’t a large colonial style home that had been converted into a private academy.

Satisfied that everything was perfect, the home spotless and entirely normal in appearance, he moved upstairs to dress. A first impression was important after all, that’s why he worked to keep himself fit and well groomed, and in order to further enforce that Dominic selected a well-tailored black suit with a white button down beneath it, a burgundy silk tie, and some polished shoes of hand crafted leather. The effect, when taken together, would give the impression of a successful and confident businessman more than the headmaster of a reform school, but it would enforce the impression of authority.

Then, content that everything was perfect and he was well ahead of schedule, Dominic settled into his personal library, selecting a book from the shelves and reading as a way to remain patient as he waited for the arrival of his newest charge.

 

[Chanti]

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Her mother had refused to come. Refused to even SPEAK to her since that day. That condemning silence hurt far more than her stepfather’s constant rebukes. In truth, Lana had even shocked herself. She honestly hadn’t expected things to go as far as they had with Blake. But it was just so hard to say no to him, and she had been so curious. She hadn’t meant to completely humiliate her parents like that. Her stepfather would probably never get that deaconship he was craving so badly. How many times had the preacher said it from the pulpit? A man who cannot rule his own family cannot be expected to rule a church.



Never-mind that it had been HIS son’s cock she was sucking. Somehow the entirety of the blame for it had been laid at her feet, and the preacher’s son had gotten off with a stern warning about “sinful women”. The scandal had rocked the entire church and shamed her family. Her little sisters were only six and terribly confused about what exactly had been done. Something horrible, they knew. Her little brother was 14, old enough to have a clue. He hadn’t met her eyes for two days, had mumbled a goodbye with his head down when she had left shortly after six in the morning. Her sisters had cried. Her mother hadn’t spoken to her, simply hugged and kissed her husband and walked away into the kitchen. Banging dishes around in the sink as Lana picked up her suitcase and followed her stepfather out to the car.



God, that hurt. Barely out of the driveway, she started crying.



“I hope those are tears of true repentance, Lana, but I suspect they are not.” Her stepfather’s hard voice was already grinding on her nerves, and they weren’t even off her street yet.



“I wanted Mama to come.” Her tone was defensive.



“Do you think it is easy for your mother to deal with the knowledge she has a whore for a daughter?” His harsh words were a slap in the face, and she did what she always did. She snapped back.



“No, I’m a slut. Whores get paid for it.” She angrily swiped at the tears on her cheeks, then rubbed her palms dry on her thick, ankle-length jean skirt. She hated it, like she hated all her clothes. Like she hated her LIFE. It was ugly.



Her stepfather’s lips thinned and he was silent for a long moment before speaking in a tired voice.



“Let me make myself very clear, Lana. I have tried ever since I married your mother to treat you like my own child. But I cannot have a…a woman like you influencing my children. Especially not my daughters. If you do not take advantage of this opportunity Mr. Eisenhower has so graciously offered, if you do not improve and become a lady instead of a wh…a SLUT…” He deliberately sharpened the word. “…then you may not come home. You will be eighteen by then, and legally no longer our responsibility. You may not contact myself, your mother, or your brother or sisters. I will not have a corrupt, sinful influence in my house. However if you stay and complete the program and act like a modest, Christian lady, you may come home and have contact with your mother and siblings. Do you understand?”



“Perfectly.” She snapped back.



She wished she had the courage to tell him he could take his oppressive home and shove it. But in truth, the idea of being on her own out in that world terrified her. She knew nothing of it. She had never been in it. She had been homeschooled, kept close to the house, her friends and contacts limited to those in the church. No tv, no internet except closely supervised for school, not even trips to the library. The books she had access to were those kept in the church or their home – fundamentalist Christian literature, a collection of carefully curated nonfiction and classic books. The only stores she went to were grocery stores, and those trips were limited and again – closely supervised. The idea of having to go out in the world, find a place to stay, get a job….it was just…overwhelming. She hated her home, but at least she understood how to function in it.



She stared out the window, fighting back tears that burned in her eyes. She didn’t want to give HIM the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Even if she found the courage to strike out on her own – how could she go her entire life without seeing her mother again? No matter how much the woman had hurt her, Lana still loved her mother. Or her little brother? Or her adorable, sweet little sisters? No, she couldn’t go without any contact at all. Besides, Lana didn’t see how this school could be any worse than it was at home. She had heard her parents discussing it. It sounded like a much nicer place than the three bedroom trailer she had grown up in. Her mother had been concerned she was being “rewarded for her sinful behavior.” But her father had assured her mother the school was quite strict, and there was never more than two students on hand at a time so the tutors and headmaster could spend plenty of time “straightening them out.” Her mother had been concerned the headmaster was male, and they did not know the sex, number, or anything about other tutors. But her father had assured his wife the man was a godly man, immune to the wiles of Satan when it came to the sensuality of sinful girls. He had proven himself so with years of running the successful academy. He came highly recommended, two preachers had raved about the results he had brought about in their daughters. It had been enough to satisfy her mother.



But Lana scorned the threat of a strict school.



She had been “straightened out” plenty of times underneath her stepfather’s belt while her mother prayed for her soul next to him. Had been kept from food for up to 48 hours. Had been locked in closets for up to 24. How much worse could it be?



A thick silence fell over the car. Neither she nor her stepfather said a word for six hours. When he stopped for gas he got himself a snack, but got her nothing. She had not eaten since lunchtime the day before. Her stomach growled at the tempting scent of the hotdog, but she said nothing. Refused to give him the satisfaction of refusing her.



It was shortly after noon when her stepfather turned off the highway. Down a few smaller two lane roads. Fifteen minutes pulling up to an exquisitely crafted thick iron gate, framed on either side by thick brick pillars. He waited a moment, and then the gate opened. She leaned forward slightly, watching ahead curiously as the car started forward again. When they crested a ridge and she saw the massive, elegant mansion spread out before her she gasped in startled pleasure. Never had she seen a building so beautiful. And she was going to live here?



Again the refrain sang in her heart – how bad could it be?



The tires bumped over the brick road until it stopped in front of the beautiful French doors.



“Get your suitcase.” It was the first words her stepfather had spoken in hours, and it shook her loose from her enchantment over her new home. The hopeful light died in her eyes and she silently opened the door as he popped the trunk, dragging the suitcase that had been an ancient 80s handmedown from her grandmother. Hard pale blue plastic with cheap aluminum trimming. It smelled musty on the inside, probably from sitting in the storage shed for well over a decade. Her mother had packed it while she had watched. She knew what it contained. Three dresses, two modest shirts, one khaki ankle length skirt, a pair of heels, four heavy uncomfortable white cotton bras, four pairs of modest, plaint white cotton panties, and a bible.



That was it. All she had been allowed to take from her childhood home. Not the drawing her unhappy sister's had made for her. Not her diary from when she was a child. Not even the only picture of her father that she had. Just clothes and a bible.



She half carried, half dragged the suitcase behind her stepfather as he strode towards the doors, once again talking.



“I hope you appreciate this opportunity Mr. Eisenhower has provided for you. We certainly couldn’t afford this. It seems a bit too nice for a girl who can’t help shaming her entire family. But God is gracious, and….”



Lana sighed, rolling her eyes from behind him. Why didn’t he just LEAVE?

 

[DomG]

Dominic was never quite sure what to expect when a new girl was brought or sent to him. Some of his, clients, knew very well what he was up to and what school would be doing while others only knew about the public reputation that he had. A man who ran a school that would reform a few young women at a time out of the kindness of his heart rather than for money. He did suspect though, given the background he had been able to find on the family they didn’t seem the sort who intended to have a young woman transformed in his special way, but instead a family without much means who were happy to seize on any charity that might be able to help them. He was of course ready for any questions they might have…

Why was the headmaster the only one present at that moment? Quite simple, the tutor was on her way to retrieve the other student but was being held up by delayed flights.

Would the girls have their own rooms? Well of course they would, they would have private rooms but share a bathroom with their classmate and the tutor, a stern woman approaching retirement age (he kept a picture around to put minds at ease) who had the appearance of a nun without anything approaching a sense of humor. The tutor would have a copy to the keys for the rooms and would be conducting frequent inspections.

What would the food be like? Dominic prided himself on being an accomplished cook who could accommodate any dietary needs that might arise… though in truth he would serve whatever he damn well pleased and should be encounter a young woman who insisted on a vegan diet, he would take sadistic pleasure in only feeding them animal based protein and watch as they struggled to hold off until hunger won out over their self-control. Three years ago a vegan had held out for nearly a week before consuming a rare steak with her bare hands, crying all the while.

When the car approached the gate his phone buzzed and Dominic took a moment to mark the page he was on in the book with a ribbon before lifting his phone and glancing down at what the camera was sending to the phone. He watched carefully for a few moments, not the driver that he occasionally employed, it looked like this young woman was being dropped off by her step-father? A pity, that tended to slow things down and he was looking forward to getting things started. Still, he couldn’t change the hand he was being dealt and so he rose to his feet, taking a moment to straighten his suit before making his way to the front door.

For a few seconds he waited, hearing a man on the other side speaking and deciding in that moment to indulge a moment of dramatics just for his own petty amusement. As the tirade seemed to be reaching its stride Dominic swiftly pulled the door open wide, standing in the doorway with a slight smile on his face.

“I sincerely do not believe any more beyond the and is necessary Mr. Holland.” He interjected quickly, his tone of voice neutral and pitched to make sure that anyone listening would question if he was being intentionally sardonic or entirely sincere. “God is gracious, no further words are needed because those three will suffice for any occasion.” He hadn’t known what sort he was going to get, the application had been sparse on details, but he was familiar enough with the religious sort and knew how to play them well enough, simply play along and let them think that you share their beliefs and it would all fall into place.

“But I digress, please enter my home, I suspect you have had a very long drive, I’d be happy to offer refreshments if you’d like.” As he spoke he was only addressing the step father, not looking directly at Lana but instead examining her with his peripheral vision… pleased by what he saw.

Stepping back to invite them in he addressed Lana directly for the first time. “You may leave the suitcase in the entry way Miss Holland, it will have to be examined before you are permitted to take it to your room.” Experience had taught him that a good search served two purpose, make sure nothing was smuggled in and a good way to strip the girl of any privacy, to put them on the defensive right away.

“Thank you but I ate on the way and I’m afraid I can’t wait for too long.” Mr. Holland pointed out, not mentioning that his step daughter hadn’t eaten, speaking for both of them while only mentioning himself. The girl had not only brought shame to him but also the rest of his family, going hungry for a little while wouldn’t be underserved. If she wanted to be proud of her newly discovered status as a slut… then she could be a hungry slut.

“Of course Mr. Holland, I understand, I’ll only keep you for a few moments so we can go over a few things.” True, he would like the man to leave as soon as possible but it was best to play the role for a little while, do whatever he needed to put the mind at ease as he led them through the home and back to the library.

Once within he took his seat back in the leather couch he had been reading on before, hand seemingly naturally falling on the book that he had been reading. Like so many other things it was a bit of a test/game. A copy, one that was a first edition, of Histoire d'O. It seemed unlikely that the man would be familiar with the book, even if he could speak French, but it was possible that Lana might have heard of it, teenagers were reading about strange things these days nothing was impossible, and so to gauge her reaction he was watching closely as his hand drew back from the book, attracting attention to it in a casual way and ready to see if there was a hint of recognition from her.

“Now, this arrangement was a little more short notice then usual but you find yourself to be blessed, we had a cancelation when one of the two girls who were going to be here for the next year found herself arrested. Because of this, I feel that it is appropriate to give you a chance to ask any question you might have… either of you.” A good way to get a feel for Lana, give her the chance to speak freely and see what she had to say.

 

[Chanti]

Lana studied the man that opened the door curiously. When she had asked questions about the school, her parents had not been in the mood to be forthcoming. All she had been able to find out was they heard of the school through their pastor, who heard of it from his brother in law, who heard of it from a cousin, who…well no one seemed to know the rest of the trail. She had managed to sneak a quick peek at the online application, but it hadn’t given much information either. No pictures of the school, the students, teachers, anything. No information about the classes, rules, expectations, punishments. No mention of a price either, which had pleased her parents.



Coming from the pastor, it was assumed this school was a Christian school, and the man’s words when he opened the door seemed to support that. But Lana had grown up in a Christian household, where her only form of socialization was other Christians in her church. She was very experienced in sensing spirituality in other people. And this man….something was off. She could not tell what. All she knew is she was immediately both curious and afraid.



When he instructed her to leave her suitcase she did not argue. Seventeen years with her parents had taught her to choose her battles, and this one was not worthy to fight. There was nothing in the bag that interested her really. She hated the clothes there, and the Bible had been put there by her mother. She could do without just fine.



Her stomach growled at the mention of food, and she gave a little frown when her stepfather declined. She was HUNGRY, but again she made no protest. Surely at a school like this meals were a regular thing, and she could hold out for a late lunch, or even till dinner.



She followed the men, the very picture of a docile girl. Glancing curiously at the book her new…teacher? Headmaster? Principle? What WAS he, really?...was fingering. She did not recognize anything about it except she thought the language might be French. Was she going to learn French here? She was intrigued by the thought. There had been a French woman who had been a member of the church for a little over a year when she was a little girl, and Lana remembered how beautiful the language sounded.



She sat silently and obediently beside her stepfather while he asked his few questions. Mostly wanting to make sure there was going to be another woman in the house, and if they were affiliated with a God-fearing, King James Bible believing Baptist Church. A tiny smirk curled the corners of her mouth at his line of questioning. What, did he expect her to jump the poor man as soon as they were alone?



She eyed him for a long moment. He WAS handsome in an older, rough kind of way. Not cute by any means. Handsome though…yes. Definitely handsome. When her stepfather finally slowed down with his questions, she had some of her own.

“Will I be allowed to call home and talk to my mother and sisters?”



Before the man had a chance to respond her father spoke up sharply.



“Absolutely not. If your mother wants to call you on holidays of course she can. But you may not call and disrupt the peace of our home. You have done enough of that. Complete the program here and you may return home and resume your place in our family. Until then you have made it quite clear that our feelings don’t concern you, so I see no need for you to call us whenever you want to.” Her stepfather looked at the man across from where they sat. “Mr. Eisenhower, I hope you have a strong disciplinary standard here. Lana has been nothing but trouble since she was a child, and it has continued to grow worse as she gets older. Her mother and I have tried everything to teach her discipline. She has not even made a profession of faith!”



Anger flared in her eyes, and she bit her bottom lip to stop herself from snapping back. Not for the first time, she absolutely hated the man she had called father for so many years. It was completely unfair for him to talk about her like that in front of a stranger. And before she could stop herself she found herself snapping back.



“Perhaps if you did not expect Miss Perfection you may not be quite so disappointed, Daddy. As badly behaved as you say I am I have never denied you and mama affection, like you have both done to me constantly.”



The crack of his hand on her cheek echoed in the room, and her head jerked back with a whimpering cry.



“Watch your tone with me, Lana! Withholding affection is apparently not a problem for you. You certainly didn’t bother withholding it from that boy who’s penis you were sucking on, did you!”



Both of Lana’s cheeks flushed scarlet, and she shot an uneasy glance at Mr. Eisenhower. Had he known why she was being sent to the school? He certainly did now. Physical punishment was a common thing in her house, but never before had she been disciplined in front of a stranger like this.



She bitterly resented it.



Her stepfather was evidently done, standing up abruptly.



“I am grateful beyond words for you helping us with this wicked girl, Mr. Eisenhower. She is aware that if she does not finish the program you have here successfully with your recommendation, she is not welcome at my home again. God be with you, Sir, because without His help you haven’t a prayer of changing the girl. With your permission, Sir, I will return home.”



Lana watched dry-eyed. She had shed tears for leaving her mother and siblings. She had no tears to shed for this hated step-father.

 

[DomG]

The questions that the step father asked were all rather predictable and Dominic answered them without a moment hesitation. These were lies that he was used to, lies that he had told a dozen times or more each so they each came to him as second nature. There was no need for him to even think before the words came out, each one with just the right tone of voice to convince this particular pathetic man that he was doing the right thing.

Of course the girls would be attending church service once a week and beside that there would be twice weekly bible studies to ensure they were taking their faith seriously.

The meals would be prepped by either Dominic or their tutor, at least to start, once the girls were well adapted to their new circumstances they would be expected to contribute to the chores around the school, cooking and cleaning.

Physical fitness was a part of the regime at the school, a girl who was exhausted from running several miles and long hours of study wouldn’t have the energy left to rebel.

And on it went, not every answer was a lie, many even had an element of truth to them, but Dominic was growing tired of this... the man was a bore even when compared to most that he dealt with and the sooner he was on the road the sooner things could carry on. As he spoke, as he gave the answers he always gave, Dominic was carefully watching Lana from the corner of his eye. Each girl was unique after all and each one required a different approach and would give slightly different results. He wasn’t sure what Lana would end up as just yet, her poor behavior was so minor that it didn’t give him much of a hint... but he was looking forward to seeing just how she handled a proper cock rather then the local preachers son. His mind was drifting even as his mouth continued to move, of Lana learning the difference between giving a half assed blow job and using her lips, tongue, and throat to properly worship a man.

It was when Lana spoke and her father reacted that he saw the first possible crack that could be used to gain leverage. While the slap didn’t even raise an eyebrow from him Dominic did meet Lana’s eyes, his lip twitching in the hint of a smirk as he saw her flush. Was that shame he saw, another hint about how he could proceed.

“Mr Holland...” his voice was mild, showing no anger or even irritation at the outburst. “From this point on your daughter is in my hands and will be well taken care of, I have a perfect track record and won’t be failing you or Lana. However, within these walls discipline is my duty, the outburst will be excused this once but never again. Now I understand you have to be on the road so I won’t detain you for a moment longer but I should inform you... as part of her education Lana will be writing letters home, under supervision, so that your family can be assured that she is receiving the care that she needs.”

His words and tone were chosen carefully, not outright defending Lana but also making sure that she might see him as a defender... though in a limited capacity. As for the letters, that was bullshit, invented on the spot as a way to gain the girls trust, though he expected that would also be limited. Already the wheels were turning, and as he shook Mr Holland’s hand, ensuring that he caused pain with his grip, a plan was coming together.

The key, he suspected, would be the girls affection. She seemed desperate for it from her outburst and by providing just the right amount to leave her desperate for more, he would be able to make this girl dance to his tune.

“Come along Miss Holland.” He instructed her as he led her father to the door, making sure to lock it, and then without another word led her up towards the bedroom that was set up just for her.

Closest to the master bedroom he opened the door with the key and held it open, waiting for Lana to enter before following in close behind, leaving the door open as though that meant anything. At a glance the room was entirely normal though a closer look might reveal a few things. Along one wall was a bookshelf and while most were generic books on history and religion, behind that first row were some more interesting books. The entire appearance of that bookshelf was carefully orchestrated, the first row of books concealing a selection of secular books, 50 Shades of Grey, the Anne Rice Sleeping Beauty series, and similar works of scandalous kinky fiction left as though hidden by a pervious student... and to draw the eye to them was a single copy of Little Women sticking out further then the others on that shelf of the case.

Likewise was the computer, a modern model with high speed internet connection and an inbuilt webcam that he could turn on remotely. Of course the internet was monitored and many websites blocked... but it was a good way to test the girl.

But more important then all those was the bed, one he suspected was far finer then what she was used to, fine cotton sheets and thick pillows ensuring comfort.


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“Please place the suitcase on the bed, I will need to search it.” He said, voice sounding almost apologetic. “We do have a strict dress code and I’m going to need to make sure everything complies... though I will also need your measurements so we can order some uniforms for you.” More then uniforms of course, soon she would be dressing to his every whim.

Standing aside he watched her closely, looking for any sign of defiance as he waiting to inspect her personal items.

 

[Chanti]

Both Lana and her stepfather were startled at the mild rebuke. Her stepfather had the grace to flush, mumbling awkwardly.



“Of course, of course. Letters are fine. Well then, I will be on my way.” He blustered his way to the door.



“Yes, Sir.” Lana followed behind the men, docile and curious. Studying the man who now had custody of her silently.



It felt like he had tried to protect her. Hope stirred. Was this going to be a good thing for her? It was certainly a beautiful home to live in. The library alone was breath-taking. Lana adored reading, though the selection of books she had access to were very limited. And though she had came here with visions of a brutal establishment, the principal seemed….well….almost kind.



But a small hint of forboding shot through her when he locked the door. It reminded her that she was here to be punished. With no escape in sight. At least not if she ever wanted to see her family again. Warily, she grabbed her suitcase and followed him. Pretty chocolate brown eyes looking around in awe as they moved deeper into this beautiful home. She peeked into the kitchen as they passed, remembering him saying about sharing cooking duties. She was fine with that, cooking had been a regular chore at home. They passed several closed doors that left her curious before they got to her room.



She walked in, gasping. It was…beautiful. Ever since the twins had been born she had shared her room with them. Quickly losing the feeling of having a room at all, the baby and toddler paraphernalia taking over everything, leaving her only a small corner to call her own – a corner that got invaded on a daily basis. This room….she simply stared, marveling. Books of her own – many she recognized, many more she did not. She wanted to go over and tuck that errant Little Woman back into line, but did not move for now. Her eyes fell on the computer, but she made no move to it though she burned to do so. She had been online, of course – but always only for school. And the bed….soft white and pink and gray. Gorgeous. She stepped forward, running longing fingers over the unbearably soft pink throw.



It felt like desecration, putting that ugly ancient suitcase on such a beautiful bed. She hesitated only the briefest of moments before obeying.



“Yes, Sir, it’s ok. My mom packed it.” She wasn’t sure why she was trying to comfort him, but he made searching her back sound like an unpleasant task. She even opened it for him, blushing as she saw the plain bra and panties tucked into the side. Without thought, she reached in, shifting one of her skirts to cover it. Then she blushed furiously, feeling stupid. Backing away from the suitcase, hiding her embarrassment by wandering over to the bookshelf.

She instantly saw the hidden books. Instinctively tucked Little Women back into place, concealing them better. Why she was afraid he would see the books, she didn’t know. They weren’t HER books. They clearly belonged to whatever lucky girl had been here before her. But she was terribly curious about what the books were. And if he took them away, she would never know. She turned her back to the shelf, primly lacing her fingers behind her back and reciting her measurements to him. She knew them, of course. Had made some of her clothes with her mother’s help. She loved sewing – it was….creating something. Taking raw cloth and making something…well…something with it. She had such pretty designs in her head but had never been allowed to make them. She was able to tell him her height – 5’2”- without the slightest blush. But a pretty faint pink shade bloomed over her cheeks when she told him her breast size – 36B. She quickly moved onto her hip and waist measurements, eyes sliding down to the floor in embarrassment.

 

[DomG]

The searching of personal effects was usually one of the parts that Dominic enjoyed the most during the build up when a new girl arrived. The embarrassment was almost always quite amusing and he almost always found some sort of contraband that would give him an excuse to punish the young woman immediately. Lana was willing to provide him with the first when she turned her back after covering up her underwear but as he went through the suitcase, lifting each and every item up before setting them aside... he found nothing that could be called an excuse to punish her. Though he didn’t show it through any outward action he was disappointed by this, he played every single introduction differently, happily improvising and adapting to what he was given, but when he wasn’t given anything he would be forcing himself to be patient.

The search itself provided nothing but the time in the room did give him a chance to watch as Lana noticed the book out of place and didn’t say a thing to alert him... perhaps there would be something he could work with.

As she rattled off her measurements he smirked a little at her blush, making no comment but his eyes did trace over her body as she spoke and if she had a single instinct for such things she would know that he was peeling off her clothing with his mind. “In the closet you should be able to find a uniform that will fit you.” He said with a nod towards the only door in the bedroom, aside from the entrance. “Now, I have some personal matters to attend to before dinner so you have three hours of free time. I would suggest you use that time to settle in, take a shower, you won’t have internet access until tomorrow but you can read if you like... the time is yours but I expect you downstairs and dressed in a uniform for dinner in three hours.”

Turning he moved to leave the room, only pausing in the doorway for a moment to speak once more without looking back. “Corporal punishment is a part of the discipline here, if you are late then you will be experiencing that on your first day.”

With that he left, making his way downstairs and into his library once more. This time he didn’t just open a book though, first he turned on a tablet and brought up the cameras in the bedroom and bathroom, keeping half an eye on Lana so he could monitor her progress even as he picked the book back up and continued reading.

Then, after two and a half hours, he took the tablet and made his way into the kitchen. Once there he worked swiftly, with the practice of a bachelor who had long ago learned how to cook for himself, preparing a serving of filet, some garlic potatoes in the skillet, and a little broccoli. As he prepared his own meal he also took a few moments to prepare what Lana would eat... a simple bowl of oatmeal.

Both meals were plated, covered, and then taken into the dining room and set at the table, his own plate as the head and hers at the closet chair. Then, satisfied and ready, Dominic took his seat and waiting, knowing he hadn’t told Lana where the dining room was and eager to see if she was able to overcome that little obstacle.

 

[Chanti]

Lana peeked up at him as she finished reciting her measurements – long enough to see his assessing look. She immediately flushed, dropping her eyes again. Confusion overwhelming her as her nipples and cunt tingled in response to his gaze. It had appeared…no…that made no sense. She must be as wicked as her mother and stepfather said, to be thinking that. She was mistaken, no way would a man of his position be interested….



Her eyes flicked to the closed closet curiously, wondering if the school uniform was as ugly and shapeless and horrible to wear as her clothes from home. Her eyes went back to him as he continued with his instructions, the blush fading. Yes, she was mistaken. He seemed like a nice man. He had defended her – in a way – to her stepfather. He had given her this nice room, was going to make dinner….but all those good impressions vanished at his cold reminder about corporal punishment. She wrinkled his nose at him as he left the room, then flipped the closed door a bird. It was a gesture she had learned going to Walmart, and to a girl denied the right to object to anything it was an immensely satisfying one.



Left alone in the pretty room, she went over to the bed. Sitting on the soft mattress, bouncing on it, smoothing her hand over the soft coverlet. A wistful smile curling her lips. She was a girl who adored pretty things, and had lived a life where prettiness was frowned on. She lay onto her back, staring up at the exquisite little chandelier and the pretty pictures on the wall, letting her palms slide over the cloth. This would be so much better at home, she determined. Yes, there were drawbacks. But it was going to be SO much better. Bouncing off the bed, she set about exploring the room. Going to the delicate white desk with the sleek computer, a pretty pink and gray cup of pencils and pens and highlighters. Several empty notebooks stacked on the side. She opened the drawers, finding a treasury of art and craft supplies. Delighted, she moved over to a matching vanity, gasping at the treasury of makeup – something denied to her previously. Delicate smelling perfumes and sprays were lined up neatly. She tested each one, and soon the room was full of the sweet aromas.



The first sign that all was not as it appeared was when she opened the closet to examine her uniforms. She blinked at the neatly hung garments, bewildered. Glanced fearfully at the door as if she expected him to burst in any second and berate her for being immodest enough to even LOOK at these skimpy clothes. First was a row of skirts of various sizes. But all were gray and white plaid with faint threads of pink. She knew with a single glance that not a single skirt would go past the middle of her thighs. Then the shirts. White and small – not a single one would be baggy on her. Equally tiny gray jackets. Sexy black shoes of different styles, but all with high heels.



She shut the closet door. Re-opened it. Unbelieving. Reached in and pulled out a handful of the skirts, going to the bed and laying them out on it. Her fingers went to her skirt, then paused. Was this a mistake? Would he be furious if she showed up with all that skin showing? She flushed at the thought of those eyes of his on her naked flesh. Still….they were pretty and irresistible.



Her skirt came down. Long sleek legs bared, but her white granny panties fully revealed. She reached for one of the skirts on the bed, then paused. It seemed….wrong…to put those pretty skirts on over those ugly panties. So she went to the little bureau hunting down underwear. She found none. Only long stockings and socks. No bras. No panties.



Confused, she went back to the bed. Pulling on one of the skirts – it was a shade too big, hung low on her hips. She selected another one. This one was too small, the waistband digging into her flat belly. Eventually she found one that fit perfectly. But her shirt hung low, almost covering it up. So she went back to the closet, retrieving several of the blouses. Going through several before finding one that fit her perfectly. She went to the mirror, twirling in front of it, smiling in delight at the pretty girl in the mirror. She looked….normal. No longer hidden beneath ill-fitting, ugly clothes. She disliked how her thick heavy bra distorted the shirt, and how her panties felt under the skirt. But the idea of removing them never once occurred to her. Not wearing underwear was anathema to her upbringing.



She hung up the discarded skirts and blouses, then retrieved a long pair of sheer gray stockings that rolled up ALMOST to the hem of her skirt. She slipped her feet into the black heels and studied herself in the mirror again. Her cheeks flushed with pleasure. She looked indecent. Like the whore she had heard preached against in church so often. She looked like the slut her parents so often accused her off.



And she LIKED it. Loved it, in fact. She preened in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, thrusting out her breasts. Hating her bra more and more. She knew she should take this “uniform” off. Surely it was a terrible mistake. It was wrong to go downstairs in it, she would get in trouble. And if the other girl and the old woman tutor were there, she would be humiliated in front of them. But she felt so pretty, and she just didn’t have the willpower to change into the ugly clothes she had come here in. She fluffed her hair, smiled at the mirror, blew it a kiss. And beamed in delight at the sexy creature in the mirror that blew her a kiss back. Again she imagined HIS eyes on her, and flushed in pleasure and embarrassment.



But even posing in front of the mirror grew tiresome eventually, and she kicked off her heels and continued exploring her room.



And she found the second hunt that all was not as it appeared in the nightstand. The pretty innocent looking white cupboard contained all sorts of illicit sex toys. She stared into it in shock, then once again cast a fearful glance at the door. But it remained closed, and within seconds she was seated on the floor, pulling out one thing after the other. Dildos, anal plugs, anal beads, vibrators, even a set of vicious looking nipple clamps. Small bottles of lubricants and fiery oils that would heat to the point of pain. All of it neatly stored in a plastic bin. Though she had no sexual experience with toys, she was not a stupid girl and it was obvious what their intent was.



She never once thought they were supposed to be here. Surely they were hidden by a former resident of this room, and Mr. Eisenhower or the cleaner simply missed them. She picked up a fat dildo and examined it, then experimentally licked it. It tasted…plastic. Setting it back, she picked out a smaller vibrator. Looking it over curiously, turning it this way and that. When she found the small switch that turned it on it surprised her so much she giggled as it loudly buzzed. Another fearful glance at the door, then she spread her creamy sleek thighs and touched the buzzing vibrator to her pussy, over the thick panties. The sensation drew a startled gasp from her and her entire body jumped at the jolt of pleasure.



Half frightened now, she turned it off and put it away. Closing the nightstand and perching on the side of the bed. Catching her breath, trying to calm down, to adjust to these surprises.



It was all a mistake, she reassured herself. An alarmingly pleasant mistake. She would have no choice but give up these pretty clothes, she was sure. But she would keep these…things hidden. Dragging her suitcase off the bed, she set it in front of the nightstand protectively. Hiding the cupboard door from any penetrating, disapproving eyes. She would need to find a better hiding place, and explore the use of those things at night when there was less of a chance of interruption.



Her next visit was the bookcase. She ignored the obvious books in the front, and went straight to the hidden ones. She pulled them out by the armload, carrying them over to the bed. Curling up crosslegged to examine them, acutely aware of the flush of cool air on her bared inner thighs. She looked them all over with interest, flipping through the pages of some. Her cheeks flushing, her eyes sparkling. Her panties growing damp just from the small excerpts she read. Then she found a book that gave her pause. She stared at the title, captivated. “The History of O”.



It wasn’t exactly the same title as the book Mr. Eisenhower had been reading, but it didn’t take a language expert to recognize that what she held was the English version of the book he had been reading earlier. And she had found it amidst these illicit, tantalizing titles. She opened it slowly, a bewildering mix of confusion and anticipation and dread racing through her veins.



Minute after minute ticked by as she read. Slowly, carefully. Fascinated – and horrified. This could NOT be what this upgright, god-fearing man had been reading. Surely there was a mistake. But maybe…just maybe…the mistake was on her and her parent’s part. She set the book down, staring up at the chandelier, imagining sucking HIS cock instead of the preacher’s son. Would it taste different, she wondered? Would it look different? She remembered the dildos in the bedside table. They had all looked the same, yet different.



It was then she realized how close she was to being late. With a dismayed squeak she shot up off the bed. Looking down at her scandalously attired body in panic. She could NOT go downstairs like this Could NOT! But he had insisted she wear the “uniform”, did she dare not wear it? Paralyzed for a moment in indecision before she finally spun and raced for the door. Stopped, spun back around, and grabbed the forbidden books and crammed them under her bed, hastily pulling the coverlet so it concealed them, though it left the bed in seeming disarray. Then she hurried to the door again before coming to another screeching halt. Running over and slipping into the heels before tottering her way to the door again.



The house was a maze. By the time she found him in the dining room it was four minutes past the time she was supposed to be there. But she was making her excuses even as she walked in the door. Flushing and uneasy in the uniform. Rambling nervously as her eyes scanned the room for anyone else, her fingers tugging in vain at the hem of her skirt that brushed the top of her thighs.



“I’m so sorry, these were the only clothes in the closet. I can change back into my clothes I came in though. And I didn’t know where the dining room was, so if I am late I am so sorry I promise it won’t happen again.”

 

[DomG]

As she explored the room Dominic had been watching her closely on the cameras, using a picture in picture to keep track of what she was currently up too while a few moments of fast forwarded video showed him her defiant little gesture towards the cameras. That brought a chuckle, she would learn how to behave properly in time, even when she wasn’t aware that he was watching. This time it would be let go though, he couldn’t just let her know how closely he was able to watch all her movements yet; that would ruin his ability to observe her reacting naturally.

And observe he did, watching her closely as she explored the room, getting a feel for his newest ‘student’. What the parents told him at the start weren’t always enough, even a parent who felt their daughter needed help might not be aware of the full extent of the problems but the multiple angles he was watching her from and the way she reacted to everything she found told him one thing… this girl was hardly the filthy slut that her parents believed she was becoming. The clothing clearly excited her, she made an attempt to hide away the toys that he had left in temptation (after a moment of experimentation) and as a test, and most importantly she had done her best to conceal the books after taking some time to read excerpts from them. Clearly something about those books really made them worth trying to conceal for her later entertainment.

The tests that had been set up were all well tested, tried and true as far as Dominic was concerned. Some girls would tell him about what they had found, others didn’t bother experimenting and put the toys to use right away… but the almost (though not quite) innocent reaction to what she had found was perfect as far as Dominic was concerned. Curiosity was an opening that he could exploit, thrown together with the girl clearly looking for a father figure who wasn’t just a complete asshole and a plan had formed in Dominic’s mind as he prepared the meal.

From the moment he sat down to wait for her Dominic was watching the clock, aware the moment she was a second late and smiling to himself, though when he heard the heels approaching his face returning to its neutral position, almost entirely blank when she eventually entered, only the slightest narrowing of his eyes giving the impression that he was irritated by her tardiness.

“I believe I warned you that being late would involve consequences.” He mused, voice soft in the moment as he slowly rose to his feet. No remark was made regarding her uniform but he was looking her over again, more flesh on display to his great and rather evident pleasure. “And before you protest that it was accidental, I assure you that I understand.” Standing just before her, mere inches apart, he smiled gently, as though trying to be reassuring again. “Because this is your first day I will be merciful.” Reaching out he pulled out one of the chairs at the table, taking a seat and with a hand on Lana’s arm, guiding her to lay across his lap. The position, lewd enough, caused her skirt to lift a little in the back but he didn’t touch it beyond that, instead letting her lay across his lap for a few silent seconds, giving her a moment to feel the evidence of his arousal against her stomach through the pants he wore.

“There are rules that must be obeyed at all times.” He explained, both hands resting on her back, letting the anticipation build for a moment. “We will review them together once your punishment is complete.” No further warning was given, his right hand rose and then fell swiftly, not a particularly harsh blow but one that was expertly aimed (and his hand cupped just right) to make sure the sound of the slap to her ass echoed though the room. Though he only struck her over the skirt his hand lingered for a moment longer than necessary before raising again, another pause for anticipation, and then another carefully slap.

This continued, not for too long, in all there were only six blows before the punishment stopped, three to each cheek. For a few moments longer he held her there, enjoying the sensation for a little while longer, her weight across his lap and the way that her skirt had ridden up, though he maintained complete control at that moment there was intense temptation, he could have her right there at the table, just throw her down and enjoy her body to the fullest.

His hands flexed, ready to rip away the clothing and do just that, and for an instant Lana’s innocence remained balanced on a knife edge before he took a long and deep breath, removing the hand from her back and helping her up to her feet, looking at her closely and examining her reaction to what had happened. Would she suspect the punishment was more than simple correction?

Slowly he rose to his feet, pushing back the seat back into place before moving to where his own covered meal was waiting. “Take your seat.” He instructed her as though he hadn’t just been practically molesting her in the guise of punishment. “Beside your meal you will find a list of rules… we can go over them as we eat.” Lifting the cover from his own meal Dominic was irritated to find that his steak had cooled slightly, still warm from being covered but not perfect as he had initially made it.

A cut from the steak, watching Lana as he slowly chewed, savoring the first bite of perfection while waiting to see how Lana would react to the difference between their meals. A few more bites were taken before the knife and fork were set down and a piece of high stock paper was listed from beside his plate, identical to one beside her own meal.
“These rules are to be followed at all times.” He warned, knowing she would still be smarting from the punishment and would likely not consider disobedience. “One, no clothing beyond what is provided by the school will be worn, tomorrow you will be provided with a proper uniform, under garments, and clothing that will be permitted for downtime, noting else is permitted.” Though not a direct reference to her underwear he expected she would understand and question if she should be wearing what was beneath the uniform.

“Two, no reading material may be brought in from outside the school. Three, no attempts to contact anyone outside the school will be made. Four, you will be where you are instructed to be when you are required to be there, if you are even a minute late then you are late. Five, instructions from the staff will be obeyed without question and immediately. Six, the grooming standards, any makeup provided is permitted and all hair below the neck is to be removed, if you need assistance with this then a staff member will be happy to do so. And finally, you are not permitted to leave the school grounds at any time.” As he had read the list his voice had been almost harsh, authoritative, and as the list was set down Dominic cleared his throat, smiling slightly as he looked up to Lana.

“This isn’t an ideal situation for you, is it?” He asked, doing his best to sound empathetic, kind. “But I assure you Lana, if you follow the rules then you will find this school to be an excellent opportunity. Now, if you have any questions, please ask them.”

 

[Chanti]

Lana barely registered the fact that no one else was here before his movement drew her attention. She watched warily as he strode towards her. Every move of his body graceful and confident. His eyes raking her half naked body, making her skin prickle in anticipation…..of what?



Her mind flashed back to the lewd scenes she had just been reading – scenes that had left her panties damp and her curiosity piqued.



“But….” Her protest of innocent intent faded as he pulled out a chair. She didn’t really understand his intent till her slender body was folded over his lap. The air cool on her inner thighs as she spread her legs for balance, her hands braced on the floor. Her cheeks flushed under the curtain of bright red hair that tumbled over her thin shoulders. Again she recalled those stories, a few of the scenes she had read had begun just like this…with some lovely girl draped over a man’s lap. Even more alarmingly, she could FEEL his hardness under her belly, and knew precisely what it was. But it was a struggle, putting it all together. Matching the pieces of what she had come here thinking to what she had found after she came. And then his palm slapped down firmly on her ass, the sound cracking in the room.



She yelped in shock, instinctively wiggling to get free. But his strong hand held her pinned firmly in place. The pause gave her enough time to adjust mentally. The blow had not hurt. It had been uncomfortable, but no real pain. In fact, the warm blush it brought to her asscheeks left her and her body confused, wanting more even as she burned from the humiliation of being spanked like a disobedient child. She had been disciplined before – her parents were firm believers in corporal punishment. But always with an implement. A paddle. A belt. Never with a bare hand. There was something acutely humiliating in this form of punishment, and something very enticing.



The next blow brought a gasp, a jolt of her hips. Her skirt slid up sleek teenage thighs another inch. Her body instantly tensed, waiting for the next blow in dread anticipation. She dimly registered how he smelled. Warm and spicy – male. Then his hand slapped down again, firm round asscheeks quivering under the blow. She let out a half squeal, half whimper. By now the hem of her skirt just below her asscheeks as her legs spread further to help with her balance, the cheeks on her face burning scarlet. Unshed tears in her eyes.



Another crack of his hand on her ass.



“Owww! Please!...”


But she realized to her horror she didn’t want him to stop. This terrible, humiliating little scene was exciting her in ways she had not really understood reading the books. She thought she had, but she had not truly. But now she understood. Now she knew about that hot flush of blood racing through her body. The warm skin on her beaten asscheeks tingling. The heat in her aching pussy driving her mad. Her breasts aching. Humiliation roaring in her ears. And that anticipation…waiting for his hand to fall again. Knowing how she must look, in these scandalous clothes with her legs spread wide, and…



His hand cracked down on her ass again and she squealed. It was starting to hurt in the most confusing, delicious way. But there was only one more blow and then he stopped. She sensed the finality of it, her heated flushed body going still in his lap. Her legs closing back together as she burned in shame. She sensed some conflict in him, but didn’t understand it. Unconsciously she knew she was prey in that moment, going still like a small animal trapped and vulnerable in front of some fierce forest predator with sharp teeth and claws. Until he helped her up. Tottering on the unfamiliar heels. Her face flushed red, tears of humiliation drying on her cheeks. And yet a wild, curious little excitement in her eyes. She refused to meet his eyes, terrified he would see it. Unable to explain it – even to herself. Still trying to figure out of he truly knew what he was doing, or if SHE knew what he was doing. Was it deliberate? Was it accidental? Was she simple a confused girl, or did he….no…she could not.



She escaped to the chair he gestured to. Biting her bottom lip when her hot asscheeks made contact with the chair. Even through the cloth of her skirt and panties she felt it. Not painful. Just…sensation. Bewildering sensation. She stared blindly down at the list of rules, trying to calm herself down as he began lecturing her.



No clothing except the uniform? She immediately thought of the panties and bra she was wearing. Delighted at the idea of not wearing them any longer. Terribly curious about what would be replacing them. And disappointed that this pretty uniform would not be hers.

The second rule brought to mind those hidden books in her room. Well, SHE had not brought them in. She almost confessed, but remain silent. She wanted to read those books VERY badly.

It was the second to the last rule that brought her head jerking up, her surprised eyes meeting his for the first time. All hair below the neck?! She had so many questions, but didn’t have the courage to ask him. Not just because he was a man, but because he had just spanked her in a frighteningly intimate way. The sympathy in his voice was coaxing though, urging her to trust him. She rewarded it with a hesitant smile, but not questions.



At least not till she looked down at her own place. Then at his. A small frown furrowing her brow. Another look at his half eaten steak and her bowl of plain oatmeal. Her stomach growled.



“Can I have something more than oatmeal? I haven’t eaten all day.” She complained. Trying not to sound as irritated as she was.

 

[DomG]

This was not the first time that Dominic had done this, not the first time that he had taken a new girl over his lap because she was tardy before she was informed of the rules. Experience had been an excellent teacher for him, many opportunities to learn how to read the bodies and reactions of the young women he was initiating into a world they hadn't' understood before.

Some would cry out and beg him to stop.
Others would be outraged and scream threats at him...

But only two others had reacted in the way that Lana had and those were two of his favorites. Though they had graduated he would occasionally invite them back to visit, sometimes just so he could have the pleasure of their company and sometimes just to mess with the heads of his most recent student. So far he was two for two when it came to the first test and the end result, and while Dominic would never acknowledge any failure (because he was confident that he had never failed) he would be the first to admit that some successes were greater then others. Lana, in the moment he helped her to her feet, made it very clear that she had the potential to be among those great successes. Even as he read the list of rules to her he was reflecting on that fact, and how her behavior was only furthering that conclusion. No objections to the rules, no outright shock or outrage, a textbook perfect reaction if such a thing could ever be said to exist in such a situation.



Her question didn't shock him, in truth he had been expecting it, were the situation reversed then he would likely be very concerned with having a decent meal before trying to process everything else. The irritation that she couldn't quite quash was a mild issue, one that would need to be addressed before very long, but for the moment her hunger gave him some leverage and he would be happy to put it to use right away.



“Of course you are hungry.” He said, cutting away another sliver of steak and sliding it into his mouth, tone as mild as if he were discussing the weather or the likelyhood of a pay increase for local teachers that year. There was no rush, the bite was savored, chewed slowly, and only when he saw the irritation in her eyes grow to what might be a boiling point, did he slowly stand once more. Rather then approaching Lana he instead went to a small cupboard along the side of the dining room, opening it and quickly selecting a small plate which he carried back towards where his food sat. He didn't bother to sit, instead taking up his knife and fork, carefully cutting away a few ounces of the meat, selecting carefully so she didn't end up with too much fat or gristle, but also wanting her to have enough to ensure the meat was properly flavored.

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Once he had cut away about four ounces he transferred it onto the small plate that he had selected and began to cut again. Three swift and confident motions and the portion he had chosen was divided into four equal slivers. All of it was done at a leisurely pace, not a single hurried motion as he set the fork and knife aside once more and carried the plate over towards Lana, standing with the steak held at eye level but far enough away that she would need to stretch to reach it. “You are hungry because your step father felt that you could be corrected simply through punishment, a few minutes with the man and I could see that he was an ignorant brute who had no idea how to handle you.” The words were selected carefully, allowed to hang in the air so she could imagine whatever she liked after he spoke. “I believe in a different method young lady, at this school there will be punishments but there will also be rewards for those who earn them, the proverbial carrot and the stick.”



Another moments pause before he continued, taking advantage of her attention to heighten what he had to say. “I have four cuts of steak here for you, not much to me but I am sure they are quite appealing... but I can't just give them too you, I must give you a chance to earn them. Right now you are in violation of at least two of the rules, you are not conforming with the uniform code and while I cannot say for absolute certain, I suspect you are not in compliance with the grooming standards. To punish you for these deficiencies when you didn't know would be foolish, so instead I will give you a chance to correct them and reward you if you do. For the first bite, you will agree to comply with the grooming standards before lights out, if you need help then I will provide a razor and some shaving cream. For the second bite, we will get you in line with the uniform code, I will turn my back and silently count to sixty, if you place the offending items of clothing within my hand then that will be satisfactory. Third, your tone when you expressed hunger was improper, lacking in respect and you will show humility, once I turn back I expect to find you kneeling, hands in your lap and your eyes lowered.” Given what she had been caught doing he expected that one to be especially evocative to her and it would be a test of his own determination if he could avoid taking advantage of her in that state.

A short silence, one last sliver unaccounted for. “And for the last bite, if you have earned the last three then you will be rewarded with the fourth, because doing a thorough job if worthy of reward as well.” This was no mere test, this was a way to show her the benefits to doing what was expected.

“I will assume that you intend to comply with the first condition, your sixty seconds starts now.” Turning his back Dominic continued to balance the steak, making sure she would be able to see it in his left hand while his right was held out, waiting for her to set the offending clothing inside of it. Counting in his head, though perhaps a little faster then needed.

 

[Chanti]

“Of course you are hungry”



The banal tone of his response was not reassuring. It was, in fact, quite aggravating. That combined with her hunger and stress from these unfamiliar confusing surroundings and circumstances made her temper shorter than it usually was. She gritted her teeth as he simply continued to eat what looked like an absolutely delicious piece of steak. Oatmeal was a common thing at her home – neither loved nor hated. But steak…steak was a rarity indeed. Her mouth watered as she watched him eat, and her anger rapidly escalated. Her eyes narrowed. Small hands balling into impotent fists. Her slender shoulders squaring as she began to prepare to wage war. But then he stood up.

His movement alarmed her, and she stiffened. Her eyes going suddenly wary. Was he upset about what was – by now – clearly anger on her part? She watched him carefully as he retrieved the small plate, ever so slowly cutting off a piece of his own meat, cutting that into smaller pieces. The care she saw him taking with it caught her off guard. Her anger subsiding into confusion again. Nothing made sense here. A very well respected spiritual man – according to word of mouth – giving her indecent clothes to wear, and questionable rules and discipline. A man who defended her with one breath, and the next promised physical discipline. A man who clearly deliberately gave her food that was not as good as his own, yet taking such care to give her a good piece of his own food.



None of it made sense.



So when he came to her, she was on guard. Watchful and nervous. Not making a movement towards the plate he kept infuriatingly out of reach. She was starting to realize there was an undercurrent here. Something underneath every move, every word he said. Lana had not had a pleasant upbringing, but at least she had always known what the expectations were. Here, she was left uncertain as to what exactly what was expected beyond these bewildering rules he was presenting.


Resentment flared in her eyes when he said he could not simply give her the food. It wasn’t like she was asking for something better than he was eating, just something not quite as good. He wasn’t being fair – and while she was used to unfairness she still bitterly resented it when it happened. But she said nothing beyond pressing her lips in mute rebellion. Listening as he set out his desires.



The first one brought a faint pink flush to her cheeks, but she was too irritated to be too terribly embarrassed about that – yet. She simply jerked her head in rebellious compliance. But his second wish was shocking enough that her head jerked back, her eyes widening. The third request…was it even a request?...was even more shocking. Her jaw dropped, staring up at him, shaken.



Lana was entirely too innocent for her age in this modern, sensual era. She was naïve and easily led to trust when perhaps she should not have been quite so trusting. But she was not stupid. As soon as he expressed his desire to have her kneeling, her eyes dropped to his crotch. Then flew back to his face, that pink flush on her cheeks deepening. What he was asking was no normal teacher student thing. It was sinful, unacceptable, and was wrong in every sense of the word.



And yet he asked it with confidence. Without excuse, without reason. Lana was starting to think everyone was mistaken about this man, and despite herself she was intrigued. She considered openly rebelling and immediately dismissed it. She had few options here. Though she was certain he would not physically stop her if she left, where would she go? And honestly, did she WANT to leave? He was a handsome, attractive man. And though she was uncertain about him, something in his demeanor compelled her to put at least some trust in him. She watched silently as he turned his back to her, and she knew she had better make her choice fast. It was the thought that she was grateful no one else was here when she realized she had already decided. Her sensual and curious nature warred with her sense of decorum and won in only a few seconds. She stood on trembling legs, feeling the heat in her cheeks as she kept a close eye on him, her hands slipping up her thighs under the skirt. Tugging those thick white panties down over her hips. Down her legs. Stepping out of them and almost falling over on the unfamiliar heels. Blushing furiously, she folded the panties and set them on the edge of the table.



The bra was more complicated. She had to remove her entire blouse. Her bare skin prickling as she hastily fumbled with the too-tight bra. Almost throwing it on the table in her haste to get her shirt back on. She looked down as she quickly buttoned it back up, horrified as she realized that her nipples could clearly be seen underneath the thin white cloth, hard little pebbly shadows denting the fabric.



No way did she have time to comply with everything in the time requested – not after she had spent at least a quarter of the time frozen, her mind scrambling to adjust and assess. She was still buttoning her shirt, but when he began turning she jerked her head up, pretty eyes wide with dismay as she realized she was late. Had she gone through all this for nothing? One hand reached out, snatching her undergarments and shoving them into his hand as she dropped to her knees. It was a rather ungraceful, rushed move – and she almost fell over as she was still trying to button her shirt. But she recovered nicely though in a near panic there at his feet. Hands jerking from her buttons to her lap, back to the two buttons still unfastened, leaving a sliver of her flat stomach exposed. Then back to her lap. She peeked up at him, the very picture of mortification. Then remembering, dropped her eyes back to her lap.



She wanted to simply die. She remembered his exacting standards from before, and was afraid he would refuse her the promised food. At the same time, the fact she WAS afraid she wouldn’t get the food enraged her. It was provoking to be treated like an animal like this. Forced to perform for a few pieces of meat.



But she also knew it was more than that. She wasn’t sure how much more. Wasn’t sure how far he intended to take any of this. Wasn’t sure what his end goals were with all this. But she was very, very curious.

 

[DomG]

Dominic was aware of her upbringing, he didn’t just select a young woman because he liked how they looked, there was always a bit of investigation done. He never used the same men twice for the initial stage but there was always a private investigator who would do a little check in potential candidates before he made up his mind. The ultimate decision often came down to a whim, as he often had at least a dozen candidates to select from, but it was a well informed whim.

The steak was not a choice made on a whim, he had a rough idea of what her family household income would be and was well aware that something like steak, absolutely routine for him, would be exceptionally rare for her and when it was available it would not be of particularly high quality. The meat that he was offering her was of superior quality though, wagyu beef imported from Japan, considered to be the highest quality beef available by many. Dominic did have a fondness for it though, if pressed to give up one, he would struggle to choose between the wagyu with its relatively modest portions, or an obscenely large serving of American sirloin. At this stage he didn’t bother to try and tell Lana what a treat she was being offered, the words wouldn’t have any meaning or context for her but in time her education would allow her to understand.

As he explained the conditions he watched her closely, seeing the flush, the way her eyes dipped to his crotch, the resentment... and everything else in between. Right away he knew that she understood there was something wrong, most girls were able to figure it out by this point but how they reacted was always interesting. Many objected outright, some tried to flee (and were chased down and ravaged right where they were caught before being dragged back to the school), and three had tried to seduce him outright. With his back turned Dominic was able to hear Lana climb to her feet, the unfamiliar shoes being a giveaway, and rather then the footsteps of flight he heard the clumsy movements as she removed the hideous panties she had brought from home. Already he was thinking of what he would be ordering for her, items that could be delivered by drone within hours, scraps of silk, satin, and lace that he doubted she even knew were possible.

As his mind idly moved through the possibilities he maintained the count, a little quicker then the proper second by second count she might expect, and at the appointed moment he began to turn... slowly. He did hear her still moving after all and while it might be fun to let her fail he almost felt something akin to pity for her... she had tried after all.

At the feel of her undergarments stroking his hand a smile spread over his face, fingers curling over and subtly exploring her panties, finding hints of her earlier arousal. A less subtle man might have mocked her or sniffed the fabric but Dominic only finished turning, setting the underthings down on the table and finally looking down at Lana.

“Humility.” He said simply, kneeling slightly and with a finger beneath her chin, encouraging her to raise her head. Perhaps she would expect him to demand to be sucked off in that moment, and it was a tempting prospect, but Dominic restrained his more base desires, instead letting releasing her chin and looking down with a smile. “I am pleased to see that you put your needs ahead of any embarrassment, that mentality will help you.”

His other hand, still holding the tray, pressed towards her, offering what she had earned in her obedience. Though she had complied with his instructions he wondered what she might do next as there was no silverware in the plate and he had no intention of letting go so she could take it back to her seat. “Please, I hope you enjoy it.”

 

[Chanti]

She felt very….small down here. Insignificant….and yet in the spotlight. It was all so confusing and bewildering – it had been since she had walked in the front door of this place. She had a horrible moment of doubt in him when his fingers tilted her face up to his. But was it horrible? Would she really hate it if he….but he did not.



Instead he praised her with his elegant words, bringing another tiny smile to her face despite the conflicted emotions swirling in her belly and heart. Nor did he comment on her tardiness – a good thing since she had hurdled so many mental obstacles in order to even obey him. Even though she could not meet his eyes for more than a half second, her gaze flitting off to the side, he offered her the promised reward. Her stomach growled, her mouth salivated as she reached for the platter. Her body unfolding to stand up and step back to her chair.



But he didn’t release the platter. She gave it a tug, thinking it was unintentional. He simply didn’t want it to drop.



He still did not release it. Confusion settled again. He wanted something else from her, and she wasn’t sure what it was. She let go of the platter as she came to her feet. Taking an uncertain step back from him. Wrapping her arms defensively around her breasts and the tempting shadow of those eager little nipples.



She didn’t understand why tears suddenly sprang into her eyes, and she blinked them back as anger flared white hot, lending to her impulsive, sharp words.. “I don’t understand. You said I can have it but then you don’t give it to me. Keep your stupid food. This is ridiculous. I’m going to bed.”



With that she spun on her heels, her anger deepening when she found herself wobbling dangerously, wanting to do nothing more than stalk back to that lovely bedroom and cry herself to sleep.

 

[DomG]

As she tried to tug at the plate he watched her closely, waiting for her to figure it out. The food was there for the taking, the only thing that kept her from enjoying it were her own preconceptions and pride. No effort at all would be needed, if she were to reach out and take a piece of steak between her fingers he would not stop her, he would even be happy to praise her for setting aside a bit of pride in order to get what she craved. It was a simple lesson, one that he didn’t think would take effort to impress upon her, but when she didn’t take food as it was offered and rose to her feet, Dominic realized that she didn’t understand what she was supposed to do.

As she rose and turned Dominic questioned what the right thing to do was, what the best play he could make would be. True, he could just let her stomp off and go hungry, he also had the option to put her in her place right away for the disrespect she dared show, or there was the final option which would involve spelling it out to her. Though it disappointed him Dominic also knew that she had to learn the lesson, punishment for her sharp tongue would follow but she had earned the meal.

As she stomped off he followed, not stopping her right away though, it wasn’t until she was standing beside a small side table that he reached out for her. A hand on her shoulder was enough to stop her in place and force her to turn, while the plate was set down upon the table that he had waited for her to be nearby, he was swift to grab her by the throat and use that grip to hold her in place, pressing her up against the wall. He didn’t put any pressure on her throat, not wanting to choke her but instead merely frighten her. “You weren’t dismissed.” He pointed out, voice calm in contrast to her anger before he lifted the hand that was not holding her, showing a sliver of the steak he had been picked up, raising it to her lips. “You go to bed when you are told you may go to bed, you leave the table when you are told you may leave, and you eat what you are permitted to eat. You put in some effort to earn some steak young lady, I will not be disrespected by you refusing my kindness.”

There was a slight edge to his voice, a warning note that was there but after a moment he released her throat and picking the plate back up, still holding the offered sliver up to her lips. His eyes were locked on hers, Dominic was concerned that she might see the lust burning behind the tight control, but also knowing if he looked down he would see the hint of those perky nipples, he would see just how easy it would be to slide up the front of her skirt and reveal her bared slit to his eyes. “Eat.” He instructed her, working to insert a note of kindness into the tone. “I never intended to stop you from eating, if I say you may have something then I will not take it away without proper reason.”

He didn’t step back from her, enjoying the proximity, the slight warmth he could feel from her body, the knowledge that he could have her with no more effort than freeing his cock and lifting one of her legs…

 

[Chanti]

She didn’t hear him following her. Didn’t see him following her. But she FELT him following her. Like a lion stalking a frightened gazelle. Her heart beat faster, her pace quickened. But not enough. His heavy hand fell on her shoulder – the first time he had touched her. Hard male hands spun her around, closed around her throat – a taste of restrained violence that left her gasping. Pulse fluttering against his fingers. Plump soft lips parted as she stared up at him with fearful, big brown eyes.



She was acutely aware of the strength of his body so close to hers. Heat rolling off him in waves. She was terrified, yes. But she was startled at how absolutely delicious this vulnerability felt. She wanted to pull that cute little skirt up, offer herself to him. Wanted to spread her legs wide, feel him against her overheated core.



“I’m sorry.” It was an automatic response to the implied threat of his hand at her throat – even after he removed it. She regarded him warily, unconsciously fingering the hem of her skirt. She hesitated a long moment before opening her lips, but the note of gentleness in his tone reassured her enough that she finally did. Tilting her head forward slightly as a delectable pink tongue slid out and curled under the edge of the meat, drawing it into her mouth. Feeling much like a kitten being trained with a treat – and entirely uncertain how she felt about that.



Miniscule beads of grease from the meat glittered on her lips as she chewed mechanically. At least until the actual taste of the meat registered. Then she stopped chewing, eyes going wider. The smallest smile crinkling the corners of her lips. It was…sublime.



She chewed again. Swallowed. Her throat working. The skin on her neck remembering his fingers there.



“Thank you, that was delicious.” Her eyes lifted to his, then slid away.


She didn’t screech about being assaulted or accuse him of molesting her. All of which were quite true. Instead she remembered her fingers worrying the hem of her skirt and instinctively tried to tug the hem further down her thighs. The well-fitting skirt did not move, but the attempt reminded her of how utterly naked her pussy was, and a pink flush stained her cheeks.



Her stomach growled, demanding more food.

 

[DomG]

He could fuck her then, it wasn’t in question when he looked into her eyes. Force wouldn’t be needed, she was moments away from offering herself to him and Dominic knew that holding off would be absolutely miserable but necessary. He rarely fucked a girl on their first day, only in the case of the truly exceptional, but by holding off he could show a level of control that she wouldn’t have. Resisting his primal needs was a display of power, dominance, and from the start he had to make things entirely clear.

He was in charge, he was in control, and his will was absolute.
No step forward and no step back as he felt lips brush over the tips of his fingers as she finally caught onto things. It was a simple joy to watch her enjoy the food that he had prepared, to see the joy spread across her face as she chewed and savored the simple sliver of steak. It had cost well over a hundred dollars for a single pound, an indulgence that most cold never hope to afford, to him it was a routine meal… but there was a pleasure in watching her enjoy it. When he had made his fortune, and he would acknowledge that he had done so through luck more than anything else, Dominic had considered culinary school for a career as a chef. True, that short lived ambition had been set aside for a more hedonistic calling, but it was still nice to be appreciated for the cooking.



When she thanked him the other pieces were offered, one at a time and with no rush at all, he was enjoying the proximity to her, enjoying the way she was avoiding his eyes while he looked at her so closely. “There is a lesson here.” He explained with a small smile, glancing down and seeing the way she was holding the hem of her skirt, wondering what she expected to accomplish by holding it so tightly, the fabric wouldn’t stretch much so it couldn’t be pulled down… did she plan on lifting the skirt or was she just holding it to keep her hands busy.

“Every action will have consequences, you were late to dinner and that led to a spanking. You obeyed my instructions and you are rewarded with more to eat then you would have otherwise. A bit of carnal misbehavior led to you being sent here…” A moment’s pause, letting things sink in as she continued to eat what he had offered to her. “And you stormed away from the dinner table without my express permission, there will be consequences for that poor behavior and we can discuss them once we are done ensuring you are in compliance with the grooming code.” A small smirk on his face, reminding her of what she had agreed to earlier and his offer to assist her.

With the steak gone he remained in place for a moment, lingering in her personal space before taking a step back, watching for her reaction. “Go, shower, you will find some nightgowns in the room, select whichever one fits you best when you are done and I will bring you a razor and some shaving cream… and if you find that you need assistance I will provide that as well.” Again there was a slight edge to his tone, a hint of desire that was otherwise under tight control, his eyes locked on hers as he awaited her compliance.

 

[Chanti]

The steak, though the most delicious thing she had eaten in her entire life, was not enough to fill her empty stomach. Still, it took the edge of her hunger off. She wasn't about to demand more. She would just sneak down later and get something to eat.



Every action had consequences. That, she could understand. What confused her was what actions he considered bad or good. Those wicked books up in her room, surely he would consider those naughty, but unless she was terribly mistaken he had been reading one earlier, albeit in a different language. So perhaps he did not consider them naughty at all? That idea was difficult to wrap her head around. It left her feeling like she was on shaky, uncertain ground. Because no adult SHE had ever known would approve of such books. Or those things she had found inside the bedside table.



His comment about assisting her with her “grooming” drew her attention back out of her head and onto him. She frowned up at him, her forehead wrinkling, lips turning down in adorable unconscious pout. He couldn’t help her. He was a man. Maybe he was thinking of sending the female tutor…but where was she? There had been no evidence of anyone else in the home except her and him.



She opened her mouth to ask him, then snapped it shut when he stepped back. She remained with her back against the wall, blinking up at him uncertainly. Feeling suddenly very exposed without his solid presence in front of her. His command, coupled with that tone in his voice, sent her fleeing like the prey she felt. Hurrying out of the room with a faltering gait on her high heels, casting an almost frightened look over her shoulder at him as she passed out of the room.



In the bedroom she went hunting for the promised nightgowns. She found them folded neatly in a small dresser drawer she had overlooked in her search. She pulled one out with wide, wondering eyes. It was simply beautiful. Sheer silky white, soft filmy lace over the bosom and trimming the short hem. There were others slightly different. Soft pastels, different trimmings. But they all had several things in common. They were scandalously indecent – see through and short. They were all beautiful and feminine. And they all left Lana feeling …. Anticipation. Anticipation of him seeing her wearing one of these delightful little scraps of cloth.



It was all so confusing.



She went to the adjoining bathroom with the scrap of a nightgown in hand and stripped, leaving her uniform in little puddles of cloth on the ground as she stepped naked into the shower. There was a rack on the wall with an assortment of deliciously smelling body washes and shampoos and conditioners. Perhaps her shower was longer than it usually was. She supposed she could be forgiven, indulging herself in a jasmine scented body wash and an orange blossom scented shampoo and conditioner. Alone in the shower and feeling pampered, she leaned back against the cool tile, long sleek teenage legs spread as her hand slid down between her thighs. As water poured over her, sliding in tiny trickling rivers down her taut skin, she stroked her swollen clit. Asscheeks clenching as she remembered his hand slapping down on them. His overwhelming, demanding male presence. Soft whimpers filled the stall as her fingers moved faster, strumming that sensitive little nub as her hips wiggled. Face upturned to the raining shower, lipsy parted as she frantically masturbated for the first time in this house, her body responding quickly after the experiences of the day. She came with a strangled soft cry, hips giving a jerk, her thighs clamping around the hand still buried between them. A moment while she caught her breath, gasping. Naked tits heaving under the falling water.



Finally she straightened. Washing her hands, then washing herself between her legs again. A little satisfied smile curling her lips as she climbed out of the shower.



There she found other female paraphernalia. A hair dryer she put to immediate use. Some silky, lightly scented lotion she smoothed over her soft, moist skin. She dressed in that flimsy bit of a nightgown, staring at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks flushes, her eyes bright and pleased. Her hair a riot of untamed fire pouring around her small face. She twirled in front of the mirror, ran her hand over the silky sheer cloth. Indulged in a few playful sexy poses, blowing pouting kisses at the mirror.



So delighted was she with the pretty nightgown and luxurious shower that she forgot about everything else….until she all but danced out of the bathroom with her discarded uniform in hand and froze at the sight of HIM in her bedroom waiting for her. She let out screech, jerking up the tiny blouse and skirt she was carrying in a feeble attempt to cover her breasts and pussy from his eyes seeking them out under that filmy material.



“Oh my GOD!” She burst out. “Why are YOU here!?”



As soon as the words were out of her mouth she realized how challenging they seemed, and immediately started to try to walk them back. “I mean, shouldn’t the lady be in here instead? I mean…you’re a guy…and…..” She paused. Blinked. “There IS a lady…right? And another student?” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him.

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[DomG]

He didn’t want to let her go, it would be so easy to reach out and keep her from being able to leave for the shower but he held back. To delay her any longer would almost certainly lead to his cock being buried deep in her tight little cunt as she gasped and begged for more. The image was so strong in his head that he was almost begging for her to say something when she hesitated with her mouth open, hoping she would give him an excuse before she turned and went up for the shower. A disappointment, really... but he forced himself to smile and went about cleaning up the dinner, carefully packing away the leftover steak and potatoes for a sandwich he could make later.

Then, after a short amount of work, he made his way up to his bathroom and gathered what he would need for helping her with the grooming. Dominic was a man who preferred to do grooming the old fashioned way, a classic straight razor, the shaving cream held in a dispenser that would warm it, a small bowl, and his favorite touch... a small shaving brush. Everything was placed upon a polished tray and carried into her room with a small tablet so he could watch her shower.

But when he brought up the cameras she wasn’t showering, she was just starting to indulge her own needs. A small smirk appeared on his lips, he hadn’t told her not too but she would be punished for that later on. In the moment that didn’t matter though, if she was going to indulge then so would he. Settling on the edge of the bed he unzipped his pants and slowly drew out his cock, having been hard for quite some time the cool air in the room was enough to draw a his from his lips. Then was the next touch, the soft cotton panties she had been wearing before, still showing a little dampness from his arousal, pulled from his pocket and wrapped around his cock.

Slowly he began to stroke himself, taking his time as he watched her in the shower, knowing she would be a while and trying to time his own release with her own. In the end the timing was a little off, his body tensing and his cock shuddering as she was recovering, adding his own seed to the moisture in her panties. A delicious idea occurred to him then, the underwear was carefully folded and slipped back into her luggage, the second pair down so they might be easily found later on when she went through her things. At this point he was playing a game, fucking with her head before he claimed her body.

A glance at the tablet showed she was getting ready to leave the shower and he stood, tucking his cock back away and checking himself in the mirror, pleased that his apprehended was still impeccable and smiling when she came back into the room, closing out the cameras on the tablet at the last moment as he nearly forgot to remove the view of the cameras, an ebook displayed on the screen.

For a moment he had a lovely view of her barely concealed body before she was able to cover herself, he had just been watching her masturbate in the shower after all but seeing it in the flesh was far more enticing.

“Tone.” He commented simply at her outburst, a raised eyebrow being the only visible sign of his disappointment. “It wasn’t on the official rules but I didn’t think I would need to explain respect.” A deep breath, an awkward shrug and a small smile. “My counterpart and your classmate have been delayed, she is a special case and had to be picked up, they should arrive around noon tomorrow...” Not knowing or caring if she would buy that he gestured to the shaving supplies he had brought for her. “I wasn’t sure if you would be familiar with the use of a straight razor so I wanted to make sure you would be ok.”

Plausible, strange perhaps but she was going along with things so far, now it was just a question of how far she would let things go.

 

[Chanti]

She flushed in embarrassment at his mild reprimand.



“Sorry”. Her tone was appropriately repentant, but she found herself a bit annoyed at his lack of response and realized to her bemusement she was actually hoping he would turn her over his knee again. How would his hands feel smacking against her ass in THIS outfit?



The blush on her cheeks darkened as he made excuses about the missing women that she barely paid attention too. Her eyes dropped to the bits of shaving tools.



“Umm, yeah. I’m fine with them.”



What else was she going to say? ‘Please Sir, help me shave my vagina?’ Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. Instead she pasted a confident smile on her face. “Thanks for bringing the stuff for me.”



She promised to be careful, and then found herself in the awkward position of having to let go of the tiny skirt and blouse she was still clutching in front of her. Taking the offered tray and escaping back to the bathroom. All the while FEELING his eyes on her, knowing he could see the shadow of her pussy, the jiggling of her firm young tits underneath the sheer material.



In the bathroom, with the door safely closed behind her, she took a deep breath, blowing air up on her forehead.



Setting the tray down and regarding the items with a puzzled air. Well, it was clear enough what the razor was. And the shaving cream. What the rest of it all was for she wasn’t sure. Where should she begin anyway? Underneath her arms? It felt super awkward. No, she decided it would be best to start with her pussy. She would be able to see better, and it was probably safer because of that. She hopped up onto the counter, propping one long naked leg up on the counter and letting the other one dangle. Pulling the nightgown up to her waist. Running a finger down her tight slit before turning on the water. Running her hand under the warm water she patted her mound till it was wet. Then smeared some shaving cream over it with her fingers. Picked up the razor and took a deep breath.



Bending over, her hair falling around her head. With an irritated noise she hooked it over her shoulder and bent to her task. Shifting the razor to soft, delicate flesh. Almost instantly she drew blood, the sharp razor slicing into soft flesh.



“Owwww!” The soft cry of pain was loud in the bathroom. The razor dropped. Blood staining her fingers as she clutched at the small cut right where her plump cunt lips began.

 

[DomG]

Dominic of course had his doubts about if she could handle the razor properly, it seemed unlikely that she had been exposed to enough that might inspire her to shave that part of her body in the past and even with a normal razor he knew it could be tricky. At the same time, he was in something of a bind, not having much he could do to insist that he shave her without giving the game away too soon. It was a childish thing perhaps, a touch of immaturity, but he did enjoy his games and the fun was in seeing how long it could go on without the girl realizing something was very long. His best had been two years before, a young Disney Channel starlet whose show had ended, 17 years old her manager had talked her parents into sending her to him when she had been caught by the paparazzi smoking weed and drinking under age.


The girl had been very aware of her own sexuality and had thought that she was the one secretly getting the upper hand for nearly a week before she finally figured out that another girl and teacher wouldn’t be arriving. Though it had been different from how he normally liked to approach things Dominic had somewhat enjoyed playing along, acting as though he were being drawn in against his better judgement before turning the tables very suddenly. Another success story though, she had returned to Hollywood and was building a successful film career without any overt scandals…



This girl was different though, innocent but hardly stupid, Dominic was confident that she was already a little bit suspicious but didn’t want to speak up for whatever reasons might exist within her mind. He knew that she had enjoyed the spanking, he knew that the chance to fuck her right away had existed while she literally ate from his hand… but would that be enough to keep her from putting together all the pieces for much longer?

Watching as she retrieved the tray and rushed from the room that was what was on his mind, enjoying the way the nightgown displayed her body so wonderfully, just transparent enough to show the innocent flesh while concealing enough to live a bit of a tease there… when combined with her behavior it was mouthwateringly delicious. It would be so easy to grab her and toss her to the bed… but he continued to restrain himself as he slowly made his way to the bathroom door, standing outside and listening closely. Sure, the tablet would let him watch her but if he burst in carrying it then she might put a few things together.

Standing quietly he listened, attentive. For a short time it seemed like everything was alright, he heard the cream being dispensed, water running and then… a small outcry of pain. Dominic had been ready for this, quickly pushing the door open and stepping in, genuine concern on his face. Right away his eyes moved to the blood, anger flashing when he saw that she had cut herself in such an intimate and delicate place. Two steps closed the distance between them, hands on her hips lifting her in the air and setting her ass upon the sinks counter before he picked up and closed the razor to make sure neither of them stepped on it.

“Move your hands.” A stern tone, concern there but also a touch of the anger that had shown in his eyes as he didn’t wait for her to listen, taking her wrists and moving them so he could see the cut. Kneeling, making sure he was eye level, he leaned in to get a look and assess how bad the cut might be, close enough that his breath would tease her, close enough that he could smell the delicate feminine scent of her cunt beneath the body wash she had used. With a slight sigh he reached out, not quite able to see but knowing the layout of the bathroom, finding a clean white cotton wash cloth which he used to dab away the blood and get a look at the cut.

Another sigh, this one relief, the cut was shallow, the sharpness of the blade ensuring that it was clean… the equivalent of a nasty paper cut, one that would not be pleasant but also wouldn’t leave a scar.



“You lied to me.” He observed, keeping the cloth pressed against the cut as he stood, aware that the position of his body meant that he was standing with his hips between her spread legs, reaching past her to open a mirrored cabinet and fish out a small bottle of Neosporin. “Rather than ask for my help you chose to lie to me and because of that you hurt yourself.” His eyes were locked on hers, the concern from before replaced by disappointment. “There will be consequences for your dishonesty, if I cannot trust you than we will have a lot of problems.” Kneeling down again, removing the washcloth and seeing the blood was slowing from the pressure, a little Neosporin spread across a finger and delicately applied, well aware of just how close to intimate this touch was. From down between her legs he looked up at her.



“I am going to give you a chance Lana, I want you to tell me how I think I should handle your dishonesty.” A simple test, to see what she might say when put on the spot, a spanking was almost guaranteed to follow.

 

[Chanti]

When the bathroom door flew open Lana jerked her head up with a startled squeak, immediately pulling her leg up and snapping her thighs shut, flinching at the little stab of pain from the cut. She stared in naked horror as he moved swiftly towards her. Her body was frozen, her mind still trying to process this new situation she found herself in.



Another little squeak when his hands gripped her hips, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. Barking out his command. Her instincts screamed to obey, but her body was torn between a lifetime of modesty being drilled into her, and her instinct to obey him.



He didn’t wait for her to sort it out. He tugged her resisting hands out of the way, setting them firmly on the countertop beside her hips. Somehow, she kept them there. Watching in horrified anticipation as he leaned down between her spread legs. Warm breath slithered across her damp flesh and she gasped. Hips twitching eagerly. Her empty pussy greedily clenched on itself, and suddenly everything snapped into place. As if her body got tired of her trying to figure it all out and spilled the beans.



There was more to Mr. Eisenhower and his school than her and her parents had ever dreamed. The scanty, wicked uniforms and nightgowns – pretty but scandalous. The books and ….toys. His grooming requirements and spanking and…everything.



Mr. Eisenhower wanted to have sex with her. And evidently had a lot to teach her about it.



She blinked down at him as he carefully tended to the cut, her eyes suddenly intensely curious. Shivering as his finger touched her, so close to her swelling clit. Licking her lips unconsciously when he looked up at her, the sharp angles of his face contrasting with the soft pink flesh of her pussy. His eyes stormy. But his voice utterly calm.



That sweet fuckmeat between her legs glittering wetly. The nipples under the filmy nightgown puckered.



“I’m sorry, Mr. Eisenhower.” There wasn’t much of a repentant tone in her voice. If anything, she sounded positively gleeful. Her cheeks pinkened as she boldly continued. “I guess you will have to shave my pussy for me, then give me another good, hard spanking.” When she said the word ‘hard’, her eyes deliberately dropped to his crotch, then slid back up to his eyes. A small, satisfied smile curling her lips and letting him know she was on to him. At least partly so, anyway.



“And you are right. I should be honest. So perhaps I should tell you about the naughty books in my room, one of which I think you were reading earlier when my stepfather and I came. And the things in my bedside table….but I think you already knew about them, didn’t you?”



Oh yes, she was definitely on to him.



“Are you SURE there is another teacher and student coming tomorrow? Or will it just be you….and me….”

 

[DomG]

His concern didn’t prevent him from noticing the signs of her arousal, the way her nipples had grown hard and the moisture gathering on her perfect little pussy, it would be easy to have her right then, he was confident she wouldn’t resist, but he was still enjoying dragging things out, the anticipation made what followed far more fun. Unfortunately, at least in some regard, it seemed that Lana was more clever then he had anticipated.

From the tone of her voice when she said she was sorry he knew something was up right away but it wasn’t until he heard her use the word hard, the particular emphasis that she put on it, that everything clicked together for him. As she continued to speak a small smile spread over his face and a little delight shone in his eyes. It was a rather small sign of the true pleasure he felt, it had been years since a girl had figured things out on their first night and it really was a rare treat. True, he enjoyed his game, but he loved to play with clever girls because they tended to offer the most challenge.

Slowly, as she confessed to what he had found, Dominic slowly rose and stood between her legs again, very aware that his hard cock was just inches away from her, that a single zipper was all that kept her safe at that moment. He was watching her carefully, trying to get a read on what she might be thinking, the past clever girl had tried to make a run for it when she figured things out but Lana seemed...

Her question was ignored as he reached past her, dispensing some of the warmed foam onto two finger tips and then gently rubbing it into the curls that graced the apex of her thighs. Then, after taking a moment to rub the remains of the cream onto a towel, he picked up the razor and examined it, also taking a moment to clean it of the small amount of blood he found.

“Leave your hands where they are.” He instructed, the same tone he had used when he entered the room, having seen that she responded to it. “And don’t move your legs, I would hate to cause you any further injury.” Kneeling again he began to slowly run the razor over her flesh, years of experience helping him find just the right angle to remove the hair without harming the delicate skin beneath and enabled him to do it quickly.

“You are rather clever.” He praised her, taking a moment to clean the razor and examine the flesh he had just shaved before resuming. “Most girls take a few days to figure it out and there have been a few where it went on for about a week, almost absurd in the end.” Another break to clean the razor, if the game was over he was going to take his time letting her in on the end. “If it’s any comfort, your parents had no idea... which is true for most of the girls who come here. Once a year I take in a young lady and... I teach her.” She had seen through everything and he had no doubt she would see through the euphemism that he was using.

Another break, running fingers over the now smooth flesh, ever so softly brushing her swollen clit. This brought a proper smile to his face as he stood again, taking her right arm and lifting it, repeating the shave that he had just given her pussy before doing the same under her left arm. As he continued his work there was no further elaboration, letting her sit in the silence before he set the razor down, eyes locked on hers once more.

“I believe a spanking was mentioned.” He observed, tone as neutral as before and the smile gone. “I will permit you a few minutes to prepare yourself and then I will expect you to knock on the master bedroom door, directly across from your room. Bring anything from the room you might think you need. Do not delay too long... it will only make the punishment worse.”

Carefully he gathered up the shaving supplies, leaving her in the bathroom and returning to his own room, knowing she would knock before long.

 

[Chanti]

She watched his eyes turn towards her when she dropped her little knowledge bombshell on him. Shivered at the small smile, the wicked approving gleam in his eyes. She felt inordinately proud, as if she had just passed a hidden test – and perhaps she had. She wasn’t entirely sure how he would respond, didn’t even think that he might get angry till after she had spoken. But he didn’t get angry. In fat, she didn’t get much of a reaction from him at all.



Still, she was acutely aware of him. Of the strong male heat rolling off his body. Of how tall he was compared to her. She felt so tiny perched on the counter as he stood and loomed over her. Of how close he was, her loins tingling knowing his crotch was mere inches from hers. She wondered again if he looked much different from the preacher’s son. He certainly had FELT different when she was squirming on his lap getting spanked.



She licked her lips unconsciously. Looking up at him, smiling proudly as he praised her. She ducked her head shyly, turning her focus from his eyes to the razor – and his large, capable hands holding it. It was all she could do to keep her eager little hips still when he shaved her. Every stroke of the razor one of casual efficiency. His touch gentle but firm on her naked flesh. She swallowed hard, closing her eyes, indulging in the touch of his fingers on her. The thin scraping of the razor. Her body unresisting as he lifted first one arm, then the other.



And she wondered what it was going to be like, being taught by him. She imagined the two of them, naked. Her throat going dry, her pussy aching in delightful anticipation. She had been curious about sex for several years now, her curiosity oddly enough spawned by a sermon against wicked lust. But opportunity to appease her curiosity was few and far between, at least before Sam had followed her into the bathroom, declared his never ending love her for, and kissed her. It had been a whirlwind of delightful sensations, and she still couldn’t quite remember how she ended up on her knees with his cock in her mouth. But she remembered how utterly lovely it had felt, and she hoped she got a chance to do the same thing to Mr. Eisenhower soon.



A metallic click brought her eyes open. Pretty eyes filled with heated, innocent lust blinking up at him.


When he left the room, she felt oddly alone. Sitting on the counter, puzzled. Prepare herself? Bring what she needed? Whatever did he mean? How was she supposed to prepare herself, and what did he think she might need? Several minutes she pondered this till she gave up and slid off the counter. Giving herself another look in the mirror. Watching her cheeks flush as she saw how she looked.



Like a slut.



Wild hair in disarray, wearing the pretty white nightgown that had, fortunately, avoided any blood dropping on it. The shadow of her nipples clearly outlined under the thin silky cloth. She lifted the hem, examining her shaved pussy. Smiling at how clean and fresh and pretty it looked. Experimentally sliding her hand over it, shivering at the sensation. It felt….more.



Bare feet padded out of the bathroom into her bedroom. Glancing around the pretty room before going to the door and opening it.



Staring at his door across the hall for a half minute before she mustered up the courage to go to it, lifting her hand and knocking quietly. Heart thudding in her chest, pussy tingling.

 

[DomG]

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As soon as he was in his bedroom Dominic was not idle. Some men, knowing what would soon come knocking on their door, would straighten up the room or position themselves so they appeared to be lounging casually. Dominic was not one of those men though, the room was already immaculately ordered, everything in its place, and he didn’t intend to appear passive when she knocked. Instead he moved straight to his closet, one of the two doors in the bedroom (discounting the entry door), and quickly undressed, each item of clothing carefully hung up though his belt was set aside. For a moment he stood and examined himself in the mirror, naked and proud, about as far from the body of a teenage boy as could be found without changing the gender entirely.

Then, ego appeased, he was quick to pull on another pair of pants. Black silk, comfortable for lounging or sleeping, held in place with a drawstring and while loose they draped in a way that did nothing to hide his impressive girth. Another moment examining himself in the mirror and Dominic left the closet, making sure the door was still cracked open and taking his belt with him. Right now he was still impressed, Lana had proven herself to be quite clever but he also knew that would come hand in hand with curiosity... and perhaps she would look into the closet. If she did she would find the large walk in was rather normal on the right hand side, clothing and shoes all carefully organized, and on the left... no less organized was where he kept what he called his tools and toys. What she had found in her room was a small sampling of what the closet held and he did hope she eventually found the boldness to peek inside so she might see just what was waiting.

For that night though, nothing was taken out in advance, if anything was needed then he would get it later. Setting the belt down on the edge of the bed he heard the knock at the door, smiling to himself. She was right when he had expected her but he still looked forward to acting as though she had delayed too much... the pretense for punishment.

Striding to the door he opened it slowly, standing and looking over her with an evaluating eye. She looked nervous and that only made the smile on his face grow a little, nervous was good.

“You May come in.” He invited her as he stood aside, not bothering to shut the door behind her as she came in, wanting her to be able to see what might seem like comparative safety when the time came.

As she entered he turned, making his way to a small bar kept at the bedside and pouring a small measure of bourbon into a glass, taking a slight sip as he turned back towards her. “I am going to fuck you tonight Lana.” He informed her, using the crudest term possible just to see how she reacted too it, his tone would seem entirely normal for small talk except for the slightest edge of excitement. “But... out of respect for the faith you were raised in I will offer you a chance to remain... pure, at least for now.” Before he had played devout but now there was a touch of scorn in his voice.

“If you would like to remain a virgin, at least in the traditional sense, then I will be satisfying my needs with your ass tonight.” A part of him hoped she asked for that treatment, wanting to hear her discomfort as she understood just what it was that she requested. Another sip from the glass, perhaps only a single sip left within as he approached her, holding the glass out as an offer, a chance for liquid courage while she made up her mind.