Little_Arielle
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 24, 2012
- Location
- The Netherlands
Mister D., as he was called by everyone that knew him since nobody knew his full name, was sitting in his comfortable chair behind his large and impressive mahogany desk. It was one of the few things he was proud of owning since it was a full antique and just radiated power. As did almost every little piece of furniture in his room. Something that was absolutely necessary in his position as head of the S. Institution or slut academy as many outsiders called it. Here all kinds of troublesome young ladies were brought to his attention, asked if they could be trained to fit better in society. In truth it meant that they would be thought valuable lessons through their bodies one way or another. If the girls were smart, they soon caught on to the whole idea behind his school and enjoyed themselves. Others well they would have a harder time to understand his view but they too in the end learned how to enjoy the school’s environment. And today another girl would be delivered to his school. He was just reading her file as a knock came on his door.
“Enter!” He said in a big commanding voice and a young girl with blonde hair and blue eyes was pushed into his office. Rising from his desk, Mister D. knew he made quite an impression with his 6’6” long muscular body, clean shaven head and blue eyes that seemed to pierce through anything. “So you are the new student, Trista Draker.” He just simply stated, walking over to her, with her file in his hand. “Kicked out of ten schools, burned down two others, lack of respect against parents and teachers, fined for insulting multiple police officers while they were on duty, threated a judge to cut off his balls and feed them to the dogs. And those are just a few items on a very long and very impressive sheet young lady. It seems we got a lot of things we need to teach you while you’re staying here. So before we start with the assessment to which ‘room’ you would be located, do you have anything to say in your defense?” It was a question he always asked and it already was part of his assessment of her and he always got the same responses to it. So with a smile on his face, he watched down at her and wondered if he would surprise her.
“Enter!” He said in a big commanding voice and a young girl with blonde hair and blue eyes was pushed into his office. Rising from his desk, Mister D. knew he made quite an impression with his 6’6” long muscular body, clean shaven head and blue eyes that seemed to pierce through anything. “So you are the new student, Trista Draker.” He just simply stated, walking over to her, with her file in his hand. “Kicked out of ten schools, burned down two others, lack of respect against parents and teachers, fined for insulting multiple police officers while they were on duty, threated a judge to cut off his balls and feed them to the dogs. And those are just a few items on a very long and very impressive sheet young lady. It seems we got a lot of things we need to teach you while you’re staying here. So before we start with the assessment to which ‘room’ you would be located, do you have anything to say in your defense?” It was a question he always asked and it already was part of his assessment of her and he always got the same responses to it. So with a smile on his face, he watched down at her and wondered if he would surprise her.