Hayley had a very sheltered upbringing but her Headmaster is about to teach her far more than she really wants to learn and he makes the most of her absolute powerlessness.
After Rhodean, Hayley’s parents sent her to a very exclusive finishing school far up in the Swiss Alps. The school did not need to have a large number of young ladies as the level of fees meant that just a few girls from the richest families in Europe provided a very attractive return on investment. Here the girls, between 18 and 20 years old, would be taught about art appreciation, international stock markets and how to move easily in the very best circles where the very best husbands could be ensnared.
It went without saying that these girls had grown up accustomed to the very best things which money can buy but that gave them one very serious disadvantage. It meant that they had no experience of the “normal” world. A girl in a state school might naturally explore her sexuality pretty much as soon as Nature provided the necessary equipment but a girl with a privileged lifestyle to protect has to be much more careful. Just one involvement with a young and virile male could result in Daddy turning off the money tap and such a fate was not to be contemplated.
But nothing can prevent hormones from surging and, in the absence of boys, a girl has to experiment with the best alternative. That was why Hayley and Sophie had, strictly against the rules, crept into the dormitory at 2pm on a Sunday afternoon.
It had not been planned as such but one thing had led to another and the pair of them were entwined on Sophie’s bed. Clothing was on but in some disarray and hands and tongues were busily engaged under the direction of forces which have existed since the dawn of time. If the two girls had been less focused on each other they might have heard the Headmaster enter the dorm and walk to a point a few feet from them. The question which he posed, in a loud voice, was actually somewhat silly but it had an electric effect on the two teenaged bodies.
“What is going on here?”
The girls leapt apart and almost fell off of opposite sides of the bed. The Head did not waste any time.
“Sophie! Go to see Matron and tell her that you need to go into Segregation. I will deal with you later. Hayley, stand up.”
Poor Hayley was not in a good state. She had been discovered in a very embarrassing position; she was terrified of the retribution which was certain to land on her, she was very aware of her scarlet face and the perspiration which was sticking stray hanks of hair to random places around her head and she was very damp and uncomfortable underneath as she stood unsteadily and desperately tried to rebutton her blouse.
“What will your father say when he receives my letter informing him that his daughter is a pervert?”
“Don’t know Sir.”
“Are you aware that your parents have signed consent forms for us to discipline you as the occasion demands?”
“Yes Sir.” Even quieter this time.
“Do you recall what happened to Samantha last week?”
A pause this time as the shock sank in. Her mind recalled pictures of Samantha going about her school day dressed in nothing apart from a strait jacket which was pulled extremely tightly underneath. At lunch time, a friend had to spoon feed her like a baby and, when she wanted the toilet, another friend had been ordered to go with her to undo JUST the crotch strap and then attend to any necessary wiping before refastening the strap.
“Yes Sir.”
“Would you like me to write to your father?”
That would be disaster. She simply could not imagine the response beyond the certainty that it would equate to the sky falling in. What if he cut off her funding and sent her to the Job Centre?
“No Sir. PLEASE don’t Sir.”
He deliberately left an extremely long pause while he stared at her and looked from socked feet slowly up to her very disarrayed hair. Hayley looked at the floor.
“Come to my house after tomorrow’s Prep. Now you know that no-one is allowed in the dorms during the day; get to your common room.”
Hayley picked up her shoes and fled from the room. She really needed to talk to Sophie but she had heard her friend sentenced to Segregation and there was no way of knowing for how long Sophie would be locked, alone in that tiny, bare room. To make the prisoner feel even more wretched and humiliated, girls were put into Seg with no clothes at all which was horrible.
She sat on the stairs to pull on her shoes and then went, miserably to the Common Room even though she really did not want to face other girls. Once in the Common Room, Hayley sat in one of the window alcoves with Francene, one of the French girls, and poured out the whole terrible story. Francene was very sympathetic but could offer no comfort. The Head lived in a house within the school grounds. He lived alone apart from a cleaner who came in from the village and everyone knew that being summoned to his house could not be good. To make things worse, no-one knew what happened to girls who went there because everyone who had been summoned there had obviously been sworn to silence and were too afraid to tell. Hayley would have to get through Sunday night and all day Monday before she discovered how bad it was going to be.
At 6pm on Monday evening, Hayley was almost shaking as she pressed the doorbell on the Head’s door. He came to the door in beige trousers and a casual shirt. The Head was in his mid to late forties with a red face and a belly paunch. He curtly invited her in and they went into his small sitting room where he sat down and made her stand before him.
“What are we going to do with you Hayley?”
“Don’t know Sir.”
He listed her crimes in terms which made her seem the most disgusting person ever created and then he said that, clearly, some radical treatment was called for. He asked her if she agreed and she had pretty much no choice but to agree. His verbal attack had already reduced her to jelly. Then he stood up and told her to follow him upstairs. Alarm bells were ringing out in Hayley’s mind but she had no idea of what to do.
You must remember, Gentle Reader, that Hayley had spent most of her growing up behind the high walls of boarding schools and, in the holidays, she had been under very close parental supervision. When a family is as rich as Hayley’s, kidnapping for ransom is a very real threat and the men hired to guard Hayley really did have guns in their pockets and were not just pleased to see her. The result of this was a totally inexperienced virgin who did know the theory but simply took it as read that the practice did not concern her until she met Mr. Right who would cherish her and treat her gently.
They came to a bedroom in the center of which was a double bed covered by an old-fashioned white bedspread.
“If we are ever going to save you from sexual deviancy, we need to teach you a proper approach so you’d better get undressed right now.”
She could not believe that she had heard correctly and she, involuntarily, took a step backwards. Her mouth fell open as she tried to frame a response but nothing came out. His voice took on a hard edge.
“Oh, come on girl. You weren’t shy when I saw you in the dorm yesterday afternoon. You can undress yourself or I can do it for you. Which would you prefer?”
The ban on entering the dorm during the daytime meant that Hayley was still in her school uniform and she pulled her jumper up over her head and placed the garment on a chair. Would she really be able to undo her blouse with him just three feet in front of her?
Looking at the floor, she began to unbutton, very aware of her white bra which was coming into view. Next it was her shoes and then she reached behind and unfastened her skirt feeling EXTREMELY self-conscious in her regulation white cotton school pants which were very humiliating for an eighteen-year-old to wear.
She looked up at him desperately pleading with her eyes for him to let her stop there but his sharp rebuke made his wishes crystal clear. She still had no idea what he was going to do to her. Well, she had lots of ideas of what he might do but surely, he wouldn’t..he couldn’t.
He ordered her onto the bed still in her white knee socks and she lay on her side covering as much or herself as she could but she could not help watching as he stripped off his shirt, trousers and underpants. Poor Hayley had never seen a naked man and, to her eyes, it was an appalling spectacle. His scrotum seemed to dangle down obscenely and his penis had risen to the vertical and was almost pointing straight at her.
The bed sank as he climbed on beside her. He was also on his side so that threatening member was inches from her skin. He used one hand to, very gently, stroke all over her face which was, somehow, extremely threatening and intimidating. It conveyed the message that it was entirely his choice whether to be gentle or cruel. His other hand was at her breasts, moving from one to the other, stroking her curves, pinching her nipples which made her shriek.
He was wearing a leering grin and she hated herself for simply letting him do whatever he wanted but she felt a kind of paralysis. Her whole body tensed as he moved his hand from her face to low on her belly and then it stroked downwards to her most private place which no-one was supposed to even see.
He was becoming more vigorous now in pawing her marshmallow softness and she felt her own body respond as she began to squirm and she could not keep her legs still. Her mouth was quivering of its own volition and her throat was issuing little noises which, she could tell, pleased him greatly.
The truth was that she was totally out of her depth. She had no prior experience on what to do in such an overwhelming situation. She was only used to seeing this man in his black, academic gown, standing on the platform addressing the school and now he was being so unspeakably intimate with her.
His tongue was at her lips and now inside her mouth and at least one finger was probing within her unpenetrated but definitely moist depths.
He rolled against her causing her to fall onto her back with his weight on top of her and she felt his fat member pressing against her intimate lips with rapidly increasing force. When the inevitable happened and he made his ultimate and forceful push. His mouth was covering hers so her scream went straight into his mouth and was muffled.
Then her world was a confusion of sensations. He was slobbering all over her face and biting her neck at the same time as he was bouncing above her and his huge member was thrusting and withdrawing like some pneumatic piece of machinery working on the road. She was gasping for air and she felt her temperature suddenly shoot skywards so that it seemed, she must burn up.
They had slipped outside the laws of physics and time and she was not even certain whether she was conscious the whole time but there came a time when she was on her back with her legs splayed lewdly and her chest rising and falling as she was panting like a hot dog – hot bitch.
The liquid on her body was cooling rapidly and she felt cold and a bit shivery. She did not have the strength to move or even make a sound beyond her gasping which slowly settled down to silence. As her senses began to return. She registered the pain between her legs and she feared that she may have been damaged. She very gently put a hand down there and it came back marked with blood which caused her to imagine pints of blood draining out of her.
She registered the man now dressed and perfectly groomed staring down at her and taking in her total defeat and degradation. She would have to see this man in the school corridors, perhaps when she was with other girls and, if he spoke to her, she would have to be respectful and say, “Good morning, Sir”.
And her ordeal was not yet over. He was speaking to her – no, AT her.
“We have one more matter to attend to Hayley. Get on your belly, pull your knees up towards your face and get your bottom in the air.”
It was only the force of his command and her fear of disobedience which enabled her to comply. Her body was stiff and did not seem to work properly but she managed to get into a position where her face was lost in the bedding, her knees were bent and her buttocks were exposed.
His first slap landed on her left buttock and caused her to yell into the mattress as her left leg bent and her foot flew upwards.
“Keep still!”
The next slap fell immediately and then the next and the next all in quick succession so that she could not keep from weeping uncontrollably. Her emotions were already raw from what he had done to her and now the open physical violence tore away any vestige of control.
The stinging and prolonged spanking combined with the pain from …she could not even think the words…meant that her whole body seemed to hurt and her emotions were a chaotic muddle.
He did not stop until he was panting and his face was bright scarlet.
“Now get dressed.”
She got into her clothes under his gaze and then found that she could stand.
“Get to your dorm, Hayley. Behave yourself in future and I will send for you when we need to continue your treatment.”
She made her way back to her dormitory, cleaning herself up in the showers. She was still moving a little bit stiffly as she entered the dorm. No-one asked where she had been. Just like any other night, she had to get into her nightdress in front of the other girls but tonight she found she could barely endure them seeing her body.
As she lay in the dark, she wondered how many other girls the man had on his string. She ran through her friends in her mind. Almost certainly, Tatiana would be one of his victims and probably quiet little Suzanna. There were probably others but none of them would ever speak of it.