5 comments/ 40337 views/ 31 favorites Amy's Discipline Lessons By: DocSexaday Part One / Chapter One Amy stood nervously at the door, fidgeting with the bottom of her uniform skirt. She batted her long lashes and glanced fearfully around the hallway. Why does he want to see me? What have I done? Why would the Headmaster call me to his office? The fearful thoughts raced through her mind as she recalled what the other girls had told her. "The Headmaster is a pervert." ... "He enjoys punishing the girls he finds attractive."... "Stay low and don't let him notice you, otherwise he'll do things to you. Gross things."... Their words echoed through her mind. She had thought the other girls were just teasing her. Trying to scare her since she was new to the academy. Now, she wasn't so sure. He's called me to his office after classes. A chill ran up her spine. She tapped gently on the door and stepped back, waiting. She heard the Headmaster clearing his throat. A moment later, his voice boomed out. "Come in! By all means, hurry up, girl!", he demanded. His voice sent a shiver down her spine. She slowly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. Stepping into the large office, her eyes took in the large desk and bookshelves. She glanced up at the Headmaster, sitting behind his desk. "Yes, sir?", she asked as pleasantly as she could. "You wanted to see me?", she hesitated. The faint smell of pipe tobacco hung in the air. The Headmaster stared at her intently from behind his desk. His gaze was piercing and cold, causing Amy to look down at the floor. She heard him tapping his pen on the desktop. "Well, and what do we have here?", he asked under his breath. "A wayward girl?", he nodded as he motioned her forward. "Close the door and come here, young lady.", he pointed at a spot in front of his large desk. "Stand there.", he said. He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth as he watched her move forward. His eyes narrowed. Amy shuffled across the floor, stopping at the spot indicated. She glanced up at him, but quickly looked down as their eyes met. "You wanted to see me, sir?", she asked again, staring at he floor. "Amy Rogers?", the Headmaster asked quietly, as he looked back down, perusing the papers on his desk. She stared hard at the floor and crossed her arms over her stomach. "Yes, sir.", she responded quietly to the floor. I'm Amy Rogers... He lowered his glasses as he shuffled through several papers on his desk. After a few seconds, he looked back up at her with his spectacles hanging on the end of his long nose. "Amy, it seems we have a bit of a problem.", he commented with a grimace. Amy rubbed her arms. "What sort of a problem, sir?", she asked as she nervously twirled a strand of long blonde hair between her fingers. Why would there be a problem? He grunted and coughed. "What sort of problem, indeed.", he said with a frown as he cleared his throat. "Your grades and overall performance seem to be below the standards of this academy, Amy.", he stated as he looked at her downcast face. He coughed and sniffed loudly. "That is a very big problem, young lady.", he sighed. He clicked his tongue. There was an uncomfortable silence. "Do you understand me, girl?", he asked. Amy felt numb. She fidgeted with her uniform tie. If my momma finds out about my low grades, I'll be in real trouble. She glanced up at him. "Yes, sir. I understand.", she said with hesitation. "But, I've really been trying. Please don't judge me. I've only been at the academy for a few weeks.", she pleaded. Stop making that clicking sound with your tongue... that's irritating. He nodded as he stroked his chin. "Indeed.", he said simply, leaving no room for a rebuttal from the young girl. His eyes roamed over her. Drinking in her beauty. He tapped his pen on the desk as he savored her slender form. So nubile. A delicate flower. He repressed the urge to smile as his eyes traveled over her tender figure. Beginning at the top of her head and moving down her beautiful shape, he drank her in with satisfaction. His eyes moved slowly. Long blonde hair. Sexy heart shaped face with those adorable pouting lips and big eyes. Full breasts. Long smooth legs. So childish and innocent. Just a little girl in a woman's body. Hard to believe she's just turned eighteen. Her body is that of a full grown woman. Not a little teenager. She is certainly the prettiest girl at the school. He nodded as he remembered when she had first come to the academy with her mother. A good day indeed. To have this young one come under my supervision... He felt an erection growing in his trousers. Sometimes, his penis became erect when he dealt with the discipline of a young lady. It was a natural thing. He shifted slightly in his cushioned chair. He watched with satisfaction as the young girl blushed, her cheeks turning slightly rosy under his intense gaze. Embarrassed are you, girl? That's good. He clicked his tongue. Amy fidgeted nervously with the bottom of her tie. She wondered if she should say something. Is he waiting for me to speak? The silence was uncomfortable. She couldn't bring herself to look up at him. Instead, she remained rooted in place. Staring down at the floor. Shy... listening to him clicking his tongue... gross! His eyes continued to explore her body. He enjoyed every detail of her tender, feminine form. Her mother just wanted to get rid of her. She was going overseas with her new husband and didn't know what to do with her little Amy. Little Amy had become nothing but a bother. An inconvenience. Her mother was so delighted to dump her teenaged daughter off at the boarding school for the summer. For a substantial fee of course. The Headmaster smiled. I get paid to look after teenage girls... to teach them... As chief Headmaster of the academy, Anthony Swisher had seen many young girls in his time. Crystal Lake Academy was advertised as a college prep school for young girls to help them transition from high school to university. The academy was very specific in it's guidelines, accepting only girls with certain qualifications. Girls of a certain tender age... So, Headmaster Swisher had seen more than his fair share of nubile young ladies. However, this Amy was special. She was a once in a life time find. A girl so incredibly beautiful that she required no make up or cosmetics to enhance her appearance. Amy had a natural beauty. An animal attraction... He cleared his throat and scratched his chin. "Stand up straight, girl.", he demanded. "Hands at your sides.", he barked. "Let me have a proper look at you." Amy jumped at his harsh tone. She stood with her arms at her sides. Her eyes pleaded with him. "Please, sir. I'm sorry if I've offended you in some way.", she said. Please don't be mad at me.... He looked down at the papers on his desk. He frowned as he glanced back in her direction. "This has nothing to do with your offensive behavior, young lady. This is about your academic performance which has been sub par to say the least.", he said firmly as his eyes traveled over her smooth legs which were exposed from the bottom her short uniform skirt to the top of her knee high socks. A delectable dish. "I see your mother and step father are away on holiday at the moment. It will be a most unfortunate event to have to inform them of your expulsion from the academy.", he said. "Very regrettable.", he continued with a sigh. "Very regrettable indeed.", he said as his voice trailed off. "After all, your step father is a respected man in the business community. Having his new step daughter expelled from the academy would be a huge embarrassment for him. With all of the rumors about your mother, it would be simply devastating.", he said with a sad expression, shaking his head. Amy pulled on the bottom of her skirt and looked up quickly. Expulsion! What is he saying? And those rumors about mother aren't true! "I'm sorry, sir. I'll try to do better if you give me a another chance... I hope expulsion isn't really necessary?", she pleaded as tears started in the corners of her pretty eyes. Please don't expel me... The Headmaster remained silent. Unmoved... like a statue. Playing her. Amy swallowed hard. "I've really been trying to learn the lesson plan, sir. It's just hard to adjust to a new school. I'm not used to staying away from home. My real daddy would never have sent me away. He always said I should be home schooled.", she said weakly. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she looked up at him from underneath her long lashes. I hate this place. I want to go home. She felt her heart beating rapidly. Warm tears continued forming in her eyes. You're scaring me. "My step father wanted me to come here. He doesn't like me. He's not my real dad.", she said quickly. "He made momma send me here to get rid of me...", she said with a sniffle. Her eyes implored him. You understand. Don't you? The Headmaster pushed his glasses up onto his nose and sat back in the large cushioned chair, causing it to creak loudly. "Are you trying to insult me, little girl? Are you telling me that being at our academy has caused your poor performance?", he said as his eyes roamed over her youthful figure. "Well?", he demanded. "Speak up, girl.", he said with a smirk. He drummed his fingers on the desk. Amy glanced up at him, but quickly looked away. She tried to find her voice as she stared down at the floor. I don't want to insult you. "No...", she whispered. Headmaster Swisher leaned forward on his elbows, placing his palms under his chin. "Well, then it would seem we have a real problem here, young lady. Your parents are away on holiday and they have left you here, under my care. Your performance leaves much to be desired and you seem to have no explanation for your pathetic showing.", he said with a regretful expression. "Isn't that so, girl? Do I have my facts straight?", he asked. "Please correct me if I'm wrong, Amy.", he said as he removed his spectacles, rubbing them on his tie. Amy felt numb and nauseated. "Sir...", she started to speak but her voice escaped her. She stared hopelessly at the floor. Only one of them is my real parent. The other one is an imposter! He's not my real daddy! She blinked back tears. The Headmaster looked impatient. "I think I have the facts well in order, girl.", he said with finality. He pushed the chair back and adjusted his trousers as he stood up. He picked up his spectacles and pointed them in her direction. "You are a despicable little slacker, Amy. You seem to use every excuse available to explain your deficient performance. You point the finger of responsibility in every direction aside from yourself. This is typical behavior for young ladies at your age. You girls turn eighteen and think you know everything.", he said as he pushed the glasses back onto his long nose. "I see no hope for you at this academy. We only accept girls of the highest breeding. Your pathetic excuses don't cut the cake here, girl.", he stated. He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. Amy stared down at the floor in shock. She felt bewildered and couldn't find words. What is he saying to me? What's happening here? She nervously pulled on the bottom of her uniform tie. Headmaster Swisher paused for several seconds allowing Amy to absorb his statement. "I will begin the expulsion papers in the morning.", he said with finality. "Now, go to your dormitory and pack your things. Get out of my sight!", he barked as he pointed at the door. "I will contact your mother immediately." Amy gasped. No, sir! Please don't do this! Her mind raced to find some plausible argument. I'm not a child! I'm not making any excuses! "Please, sir! Don't expel me!!!", Amy wailed as she fell to her knees. "Please!!!", she begged with the tears now flowing freely down her pretty face. "Please, sir! I will do better! I promise!", she said as she grabbed at the desk helplessly. "Pl...please...", she blubbered. Her heart raced with fear. "Please don't kick me out of the academy! Mother will be heart broken!", she cried. Please forgive me! Swisher repressed a smile as he stared down at the quivering young girl. How easily she has fallen into my trap. "Well, young lady. I see you have no problem with begging.", he smirked. "You must have no pride.", he said. Amy wiped her eyes and looked up at him. "Pl...Please... sir... don't expel me!", she pleaded as the warm tears rolled down her pretty cheeks. She watched him with trepidation as he glared down at her pretty upturned face. Please!!! I can't give momma anymore pain!!! Please forgive me... He stroked his chin contentedly as he stepped around the desk, placing a large hand on her delicate shoulder. His hand traveled down her slender arm as he pulled her up by the elbow. "Stand up, Amy. Stop your begging.", he said harshly. "Get up. Stand up straight, silly girl. Stop slouching.", he said. Amy allowed him to pull her to her feet. She stood, looking down at her tears as they fell to the carpet. Please don't expel me... please! Mother will be so sad... she wiped her nose with the back of her hand. It would crush her... He grasped her shoulders and gave her a harsh shake. "Listen to me, Amy.", he said as he cupped her chin in his palm, forcing her to look up at his face. "Stop your whimpering. Your crying only makes me angrier.", he said flatly. "Look at me, child. Look at my eyes.", he demanded. Let me see those big green eyes... so innocent... She swallowed hard as she looked up at him, choking back her tears. "Sir, please don't expel me from the academy. I promise I'll try harder.", she said weakly as she stared into his dark eyes. "Please give me another chance.", she pleaded with him. Her heart raced. It felt as if it would explode from her chest at any second. Headmaster Swisher stared down at her as he listened to her pathetic rambling. "Another chance, you say?", he asked. "I'm not so sure a growing up girl such as yourself could possibly change her ways. It would seem to me that you are used to being pampered and spoon fed.", he stated with a slight smile. "I think you might be set in your ways and unable to accept instruction and guidance.", he said as his eyes moved down the front of her blouse. Amy didn't notice his smile. She only heard his words. Another chance? Yes, please! Give me another chance! "Please, sir.", she stammered. Swisher tilted his head and raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her. "You are a growing up girl, aren't you, Amy?", he asked gently, staring at down her pretty, tear stained face. "Getting all nice and developed? Getting a mind of your own?", he asked as a sheen of sweat started on his forehead. His gaze was intense. His cock was stiff. Amy tried to look away but his palm cupped under her chin kept her staring into his eyes. "What do you mean, sir", she asked as her doe like eyes gazed up at him blankly. I don't understand. She truly didn't understand what he was implying. Swisher shook his head slowly before continuing. How delightfully naïve this one is... "I mean you're growing up now, Amy. Are you already set in your ways or are you open to instruction from an elder? Can you still change your wayward habits?", he queried. His eyes moved from her upturned face down to the front of her shirt. Even in her school issued shirt and tie, her large boobs were evident. She is developing quite nicely... Amy didn't know what to say. "Please don't kick me out of the academy, sir.", she whimpered. Mother would be so ashamed of me... The Headmaster nodded slowly as he released her chin. He took a firm hold on her arm and led her around the large desk. "Stop begging, Amy. I find it most unbecoming when young ladies are reduced to pleading.", he frowned as he pulled her forward. "You need to be a big girl now." He paused and clicked his tongue. "You are a grown up girl, aren't you, Amy?", he mocked her, smiling at her silence. He shook his head. "Well, never mind. Come along, girl.", he said as he guided her towards his large chair. Amy weakly allowed him to lead her around the desk towards his chair. Okay. She wiped her eyes and sniffled. I'm a grown up girl. He eased her forward, releasing her arm as he sat down in his chair. He looked up at her with a knowing smile. "Come over here, young lady. Maybe we can talk this thing through. After all, we don't want to put any undo burdens on your mother at this time. Any additional stress in her life would be most regrettable at this time. After all, we both know what a strain she is currently under. With all the rumors of infidelity and such.", he said sympathetically. Amy gasped. "Mother hasn't done any of those things! Those are just lies, sir!", she said defensively. Momma is my hero! Her tear stained eyes flashed with anger. Swisher smiled gently as he patted his thigh with his hand. "Sit down, Amy. Let's discuss your future at this academy. Let's put your mother aside for now. This discussion is about you and I and your possible future at this academy. Nothing more.", he said quietly as he patted his lap. "Come here, Amy." "Okay.", she said weakly as she stepped towards him. . Just stop talking about mother like that... His cock twitched in his trousers as she walked towards him. Her knee high socks accentuated her long legs. Her ample breasts moved enticingly underneath the white blouse. He smiled. He resisted the urge to squeeze his firm erection through his pants. Yes. She is a growing up girl indeed... soon we shall see just how grown up she really is... "Sit down, young lady.", he said calmly as he patted his lap. "Let's talk for a moment. Let's get some things straight.", he said. Amy looked down at his lap and shuddered. I don't want to sit there... She noticed the large bulge in his trousers. I know what that is. Men get that way when they like a girl... Her cheeks felt warm as shame and fear washed over her. She trembled slightly as he motioned her forward. He likes me... He likes me that way.... "Sit down, girl. Stop dilly dallying.", the Headmaster demanded with a menacing look. "Right now.", he barked. "Otherwise, you can head to your dorm and we'll be done with this interview.", he said coldly. Amy swallowed hard and held her hands under her chin as she turned to sit down. She felt him lift the back of her skirt up as she sat down. Her sheer panties were now the only thing separating her bare bottom from the Headmaster's coarse corduroy pants. "There we are, young lady. That's much better. Are you nice and comfortable?", he asked. She trembled slightly as she felt him place a large hand on her bare thigh, giving it a gentle pat. "I want you to be comfortable for our discussion as your future will depend upon the outcome of our conversation.", he smiled. He ran a large hand over her bare thigh, starting at her knee and moving all the way up to the bottom of her skirt. He pushed the garment back slowly, revealing more of her smooth, bare legs. "Are you comfortable, Amy", he asked again. She closed her eyes and nodded. "Yes, sir. I'm okay.", she said weakly. He's pushing my skirt up. Touching my thighs. This isn't right or proper. I can feel his hard thing on my leg... The Headmaster watched the girl's facial expressions as his hand slowly eased her skirt off her legs, revealing more of her bare flesh. Her eyes were screwed shut and she bit her bottom lip. He smiled as he felt goose bumps rising over her smooth skin as his fingers played their dirty game. This is a game I know well. Dealing with the young girls in my power. Showing them exactly who is in charge... "Okay, Amy. Let's talk about your future here at our academy.", he said quietly as he patted her leg. Amy nodded weakly. "I don't want to be expelled, sir.", she said as she felt him slipping a hand underneath her skirt, moving up her thigh towards her panties. This isn't right. You shouldn't be touching me like this. She wanted to say that but, instead she remained silent as she thought of the pain and embarrassment her mother would feel were she to be expelled from the academy. Mother has been through too much lately. I don't need to give her more problems... Amy's Discipline Lessons The Headmaster smiled as he eased her further back onto his lap. "I know you don't want to be expelled, Amy. No one wants to be a failure.", he stated as he squeezed her thigh, inching his hand further beneath her skirt. He could now start to feel her regulation school panties under his probing fingertips. "So, I will make a proposal which you may accept or decline.", he said. He watched as the young girl squirmed in his lap. "Are you interested in hearing my proposal, Amy?", he questioned. His erection was throbbing. He felt precum oozing from the head of his aching penis as it pressed against the young girl's thighs and buttocks. Amy felt sick as she felt his fingers playing with the elastic at the bottom of her school panties, lifting the material off her thighs, slipping his fingers underneath the thin fabric. She nodded quickly as she choked back an urge to scream. "Yes, sir. I'm listening.", she said in a barely audible whisper. His hard thing is on my bottom... He nodded with satisfaction. Of course you're listening, silly girl. You have no choice in the matter. He had been in this position with many young ladies at the academy over the years. He could almost predict what they would say and do at any given moment. The Headmaster was truly in his element. He lifted a palm to the small of her back and patted her gently through her shirt as his other hand continued to explore the warm, smooth flesh of her upper thighs beneath her skirt. His fingers slipped in and out of the bottom of her panties, outlining the elastic hem with his thumb and forefinger. "It seems we have two choices here, Amy. The first choice is for me to expel you from the academy and send you home to your mother. That is a choice which you have made clear you do not wish." He paused momentarily as he looked at the girl's delicate face with her tightly shut eyes and adorable blushing cheeks. "The second choice is for me to take you under my wing and make you my special project... to make you my special girl.", he said. "Sometimes, a growing up girl needs to be taken in hand and shown the correct path.", he smiled. "Would you like to be my special girl, Amy?", he asked, clicking his tongue. "Can you accept my guidance and instruction?" Amy didn't want to be his special girl. Whatever that meant, it couldn't be a good thing. He wants to touch me. She felt ill. However, she had little choice, since her only other option was expulsion. She nodded slowly. "Yes, sir. I want be your special girl.", she said weakly. Suddenly, the tears welled up in her eyes again and trickled down her pretty, blushing cheeks. She held her hands over her face and wept. He wants to do things to me... bad things... The Headmaster felt a rush of exhilaration as he watched her cover her face in shame. You should indeed be ashamed, little girl. I will show you real shame soon enough. "That's good, Amy. Then, we have a little agreement. A private agreement between ourselves. You will be my special project. My special girl... In return, I will prevent your expulsion and take a special interest in your further development.", he said with a smile. "I'll give you the guidance which a girl of your tender age requires." Amy nodded silently as she choked back a sob. "Yes, sir.", she whimpered. Okay. Whatever... Headmaster Swisher nodded slowly. "Well then, it is agreed.", he said as he eased her back onto his lap, enjoying the feel of her panties pressing against his crotch. "Now, Amy. I'm going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer me honestly. If you lie to me, I'll know it and our deal will be null and void. Do you hear me, little girl?", he asked. Amy nodded reluctantly. "Yes, sir." Stop touching me under my skirt. Gross! Swisher smiled, enjoying her submissive state. "Now, the questions that I am going to ask you are for your own benefit. It is important that a young girl such as yourself is completely honest. Do you understand, Amy?", he asked. Amy nodded her silent agreement. A tear drop rolled down her nose. Okay. The Headmaster gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. "I have found that little girls of your age tend to be dishonest. I will not tolerate dishonesty, Amy.", he said before continuing. "Do you have a boyfriend, Amy?", he asked. Amy nodded. "Yes...", she responded quietly, in almost a whisper. Why is he asking me that? I'm being honest... He continued to caress her upper thighs as he smiled down at her blushing face. "What's his name, Amy? How old is he?", he asked, clicking his tongue. Amy closed her eyes and swallowed. "Why, sir? Why is that important?", she asked nervously. Headmaster Swisher gave her thigh a quick slap. "I told you to answer my questions, girl. You don't answer a question with a question. Now, what is his name and how old is he? How old is your young boyfriend?" Amy blushed. "His name is Joseph. He's nineteen.", she said quietly. I can feel his thing on my bottom. He's all stiff, like Joseph gets sometimes... when we're fooling around... only the headmaster's thing feels bigger... a lot bigger... she swallowed. The Headmaster smiled knowingly. "Do you have sex with him, Amy?", he asked as he eased his hand back under her skirt. He shifted slightly, pressing his erection against her soft flesh. Amy tried to push his hand away. "No, sir! Of course not!", she responded as she felt his hand roaming between her legs. Stop it! Stop touching me! Swisher tickled her upper thighs with the tips of his fingers, lifting her panties up, exploring her warmth. "Are you sure, Amy? Are you sure? I know a girl of your age has needs... sexual needs which must be satisfied.", he said quietly. Amy felt sick. She had given up on pushing his probing hand away. She sat timidly on his lap, allowing him to explore her most private area. She shivered as she felt his fingers nudging underneath her panties, coming into contact with her downy pubic hair. "Answer me, girl.", he demanded. "I am aware of the needs of a young girl. Are you sure that you have not allowed Joseph to explore this part of your body?", he asked as his fingers approached the soft lips of her pussy. Touching... feeling.... probing... underneath her panties. Amy cringed. He's touching my number one spot... "Joseph has never touched me there... I would never let him, sir. I'm a good girl...", she whimpered. Stop it... "A good girl, heh?", he repeated. He frowned. The silence hung in the air as he continued to probe underneath her skirt. After several long moments, Swisher continued. "Do you play with yourself, Amy?", he asked. "Do you masturbate?" Amy flushed with embarrassment. "no, sir...", she said weakly. "of course not..." Headmaster Swisher nodded as he removed his hand from underneath her skirt and patted her bare thigh. He lifted his hand to her breasts and cupped each one in turn through her shirt. "Are you sure, Amy? Are you positive that you don't play with yourself? Answer me honestly, little girl.", he demanded as he squeezed her plump young breasts through her shirt. He enjoyed their supple weight in his palm. "Are you telling me that you never touch yourself in a naughty fashion? You never masturbate yourself??", he asked the blushing girl. "No, sir. I don't do that!", she exclaimed fearfully. That's gross! "Please stop touching me like this. It isn't right!", she pleaded as she tried to push his hand away from her breasts. However, Amy was lying. She did play with herself on occasion. In fact, she had played with herself just last night, under her bed covers in her dorm room, thinking about Joseph. She pushed that memory from her mind quickly, afraid that he might somehow know what she was thinking. "Please stop touching me, sir!", she pleaded with him again. She tried to push his hand away. Stop it!!! He slapped her hand away. "Stop being silly, Amy. There is no need to be modest in front of me. In fact, modesty is something you will no longer be allowed. As long as you're my special girl...", his voice trailed off as his hand continued squeezing her breasts. "Do you understand me, Amy?", he asked. "You do want to be my special girl don't you?", he asked quietly. What beautiful young tits she has... Amy nodded weakly. "Yes, sir.", she mumbled as she felt his hands on her body. Touching her in inappropriate ways. On her breasts. Gross. You're a pervert... "That's good, Amy. I'm glad you understand.", he stated calmly as he continued fondling her boobs through her shirt. He felt his cock jump as he looked down at her pretty, blushing face. I'm so glad you understand... After several minutes, he paused. "Now, I'm going to unbutton your shirt Amy. I want to check on your development.", he said quietly. "This is something we will have to do frequently. Now that you are my special girl.", he smiled. Amy felt a chill run up her spine as he reached for her uniform tie, unfastening it slowly. Oh no.... Oh god... She wanted to say something. Say anything. But, she couldn't find any words. She felt him unfastening her tie, pulling it off her shoulders. The next instant, his fingers were unbuttoning her shirt. "That's a good girl", he cooed in her ear. His breath was hot on her delicate skin. She could smell the strong aroma of his aftershave intermingled with the scent of pipe tobacco. "You are my special girl aren't you, Amy?", he asked gently as he unfastened each button one by one. Amy kept her eyes shut and tried to imagine herself some place far away. Back home with Momma and my real Daddy... not my step father... She trembled slightly as he un-tucked her shirt from the waistband of her skirt, unfastening the last button. Cool air washed over her bare tummy as he eased the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She folded her hands in her lap and felt warm tears roll off her cheeks as his hand reached for the clasp of her bra. Please don't take my bra off.... "I think we'll have this right off, young lady.", he said as he unfastened the bra clasp. He smiled as the garment fell away, sliding slowly down her arms, exposing her young breasts. He lifted her elbows and gently eased the bra away, dropping it to the floor. Her bare boobs jiggled enticingly as he stared down at them. Beautiful... very well developed indeed... Amy shivered. Not only from the chill in the air but from the chill in her heart as well. He's looking at my breasts.... I'm not wearing any clothes from the waist up... My boobs are showing... He's staring at them! "There now. That's much better isn't it, Amy?", he asked as his large hands cupped each bared breast in turn. He enjoyed the feel of her young tits in his palms. But, he enjoyed her blushing reaction to his palms much more. "Are you embarrassed, girl?", he asked with a slight smile. "Your breasts are developing quite nicely, young lady.", he smiled. "There is nothing to be ashamed about.", he said. Keep blushing, little girl. I delight in shaming you.... Amy cringed. "Please stop touching me like this. It isn't right... or proper.", her voice faded away as she began to sob. Please stop touching me! Headmaster Swisher chuckled and clicked his tongue. "Nonsense, girl. Plain stupidity.", he exclaimed. "I'm only checking on your development. You mustn't be embarrassed in front of me, Amy. In fact, you must get accustomed to being undressed in my presence. I shall be checking on your physical development frequently. Girls of your age must be examined periodically to make sure everything is forming up as it should.", he said calmly as he continued massaging her bare tits. "I shall be responsible for checking on your growth. Now that you're my special girl...", his voice trailed off. I'll be seeing you out of your clothes frequently... I enjoy seeing naked teenaged girls... Amy's cheeks felt hot as she turned her head away from him. She clenched her hands in her lap as she felt his hands playing with her exposed breasts. He pinched each nipple in turn, tweaking them. She felt her nipples hardening in spite of herself. Oh no... he'll notice!! Headmaster Swisher did notice. "Well, young lady. I see your breasts are quite sensitive. Your little nipples are like pencil erasers. Are you getting turned on by my examination? Are you a randy girl?", he asked with a chuckle. "I bet you let your little boyfriend Joseph play with your nipples. Don't you, Amy?", he asked. "Do you like having these things played with?", he smiled as he continued tweaking her now very erect nipples. Joseph won't be playing with these things anymore... I will be the one doing the playing... Amy blushed furiously. "No! No, sir... I don't like you playing with... I mean, examining my...", her voice broke up as she wept. Please stop... I want to go home. Swisher suddenly let go of her breasts and gave her thigh a firm slap. "Stop being a silly little girl. Now stand up!", he barked. Get up... let me look at your body... Amy quickly stood up and backed away from him, thankful to be off his lap and out of his reach. She bent down, reaching for her shirt. "May I go now, sir?", she asked pathetically. A warm teardrop rolled down her cheek. I am so ashamed... She covered her breasts with her arm. "No you may not go, Amy.", he said firmly. "Leave your shirt on the ground and stand facing me with your hands on top of your head.", he commanded. Amy froze. The shirt slipped from her fingers and fell back to the carpet. Her heart pounded as she stood up and laced her fingers behind her head. "Why... why... can't I go, sir?", she pleaded with him as tears dripped off her pretty cheeks. Stop looking at me that way... Swisher clicked his tongue as his eyes traveled over her. "Because I must examine you completely, Amy. To make sure everything is okay with your body. As I've told you, little girls of your age must be checked on periodically... to make sure everything is forming up properly.", he said with a smile. He had been waiting to make his next pronouncement. "Now, please remove the rest of your clothing.", he said calmly. "Get completely undressed, Amy. Everything off." Amy stood rigidly with her hands laced behind her head. She didn't move. What did he say? I don't want to take my clothes off! He's not examining my development. He's a pervert! He wants to see me nude! "Amy? Did you hear me, young lady?", he asked. "Please get completely undressed. You may place the rest of your clothes on the floor with your other things.", he said, enjoying his power over her. Strip down, girl. It's time I had a good look at your tight little teenaged body. I've been waiting to see you in the nude... teenage girls are adorable without their clothes... Amy felt weak. "I'm okay, sir. I don't need to be examined. This isn't necessary. Please may I go?", she begged. Please!! She glanced back at the door. The headmaster's eyebrows creased. "Amy, I am going to count to ten. By the time I'm finished I want you completely undressed. One... two..." Amy felt sick as she listened to him counting. Her mind raced to find some way out of her predicament. However, she knew he held all of the cards. She had to do exactly what he said otherwise, she would be expelled. He's blackmailing me... With a sob, she quickly bent down, unfastening her shoes. She heard him counting as she pulled each shoe off and cast it aside. She steadied herself with one hand on the desk as she pulled her socks off and stood barefoot on the carpet as she glanced back up at him. Please don't make me do this!!! "Five... six...", his voice droned on relentlessly. Amy quickly unfastened her skirt and lowered the zipper. The garment fell down her legs in a puddle around her ankles. I'm only wearing panties now. He's looking at me... "Seven... eight...", his merciless countdown continued. Amy stepped out of her skirt and reached for the elastic waistband of her panties. Please stop! Please stop counting!!! "Nine..." She quickly pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. She dropped them to the floor on the pile with her other clothes. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she attempted to cover her nudity with her hands. She had never been naked in front of a man before. She saw his eyes moving over her body and quickly looked down at her bare toes. I'm gonna be sick... Swisher smiled as he looked at the now completely nude teenager standing timidly in front of him. He had been waiting to see her without her clothes since the first moment he had laid eyes on her. His cock felt as if it would explode at any moment as he watched her cringing in shame and embarrassment. "There now, young lady. That's much better. Now, I can examine you properly.", he stated with a lustful smile. Amy remained silent, staring down at the floor. Tears rolled off her pretty cheeks as she tried to cover herself with her hands. Please stop looking at me! I want to get dressed! Despite her best efforts, all of her charms were on full display to his eager gaze. Her firm young breasts with their shamefully erect nipples, her toned stomach with her cute little bellybutton, her long slender legs and bare feet. Swisher's eyes came to rest at the spot she most attempted to conceal at the apex of her thighs. He could see the downy patch of pubic hair peeking from beneath her crossed fingers. His cock jumped as his eyes devoured her young form. "Stand up straight, girl! Hands behind your head!", he said with a raised voice. "Let me have a proper look at you!", he commanded. Take your hands away... stop trying to cover up that sexy little body. He resisted the urge to massage his fully erect penis through his pants. Amy felt ill as she straightened her back and laced her fingers behind her head. She was aware of the obscene way her breasts were pushed out as she stood in shamefaced in front of him. She shot a quick glance at the headmaster and noticed that his eyes were fixated on the spot between her legs. My number one spot... He's looking at me there... She quickly stared down in shame. Swisher reclined back in his chair as he gazed at the naked girl. Other young girls had stood before him this way in the past. However, he was hard pressed to recall one so lovely. She is one of a kind. A rare find. He smiled contentedly as he examined her pubic hair. "I see you don't shave your private area, Amy.", he stated. "You have quite a garden growing there, girl.", he said. Maybe I shall have to shave you later... Amy blushed. She remained silent, staring down at the floor. I think most girls shave down there... I wish I did... Swisher leaned forward and opened his desk drawer. He took out a manila folder, a notepad, a tape measure and a digital camera. He closed the desk drawer and looked up at the nude teenager. "Now, I think we'll check your measurements. Come here, girl.", her motioned at her as he stood up. "Come stand in front of me.", he picked up the tape measure and smiled at her. Amy looked nervously at the camera on his desk. "What is the camera for, sir?", she asked. "Please don't take any pictures of me like this.", she pleaded. "I'm not wearing any clothes.", she said with a frown. Her large eyes stared up at him. Please don't take any pictures... Swisher smiled. "Stop being a baby, Amy. Of course, I will be taking photographs of you. This is a tool to be used in monitoring your development. But, first I think we'll take your measurements. It will give us a good starting point. Come here now...", he said. I can't wait to get my hands on her young body... Amy felt weak as she walked towards him. She kept her hands laced behind her head and was aware of the way her tits jiggled as she walked. He's looking at my boobs and my bush... my number one spot... Swisher was definitely looking at her boobs and everything else on display. He held his hand up, indicating that she should stop a few paces in front of him. He pulled the ribbon from the tape measure. "How tall are you, Amy?", he asked not expecting an answer. He bent down and placed the tape at the bottom of her bare feet, extending it upwards to the top of her head. "Yes. That's good.", he said as he scribbled the measurement on his notepad. "Now. Let's measure your chest.", he smiled. Amy's Discipline Lessons Amy stood helplessly as he measured every aspect of her body. Her breasts, her waist, her shoulders, the length of her legs, the size of each bare foot, the distance between the bottom of her breasts and the top of her pubic mound, the cleft between her buttocks, the size of her bellybutton... he even measured the distance from the small of her back to the bottom of her navel, moving the tape measure between her legs as she squirmed and cringed. It seemed he had measured every part of her body by the time he was finished. He made copious notes on his notepad with each new measurement. After the measurements were finished, Swisher sat down in the large chair behind his desk. He looked up at her and back down at his notepad. "That's good, Amy. Now we have some specifics about you. I think your body is developing properly for a teenaged girl of your age. However, your breasts seem to be somewhat underdeveloped at this point.", he frowned. Not really... you have very large tits, in fact... Amy blushed. She had always been uncomfortable with her breasts and to hear him say such a thing was simply devastating. I have little girl boobs... A warm tear trickled down her cheek. "Perhaps, with the proper exercises, we can develop your breasts over time, Amy.", Swisher stated. He watched her flushing cheeks with an inward satisfaction. In reality, her breasts were not underdeveloped. In fact, they were quite lovely. However, Swisher understood a young girl's natural fears. He intended to play on her fears over time. Bring her down... under my thumb... He smiled. Amy stood, looking down at her bare toes. She wanted to cover herself but, Swisher made her keep her hands laced behind her head. He's evil... a pervert... She knew this in her mind but, there was nothing she could do. So, she stood before him, naked and submissive. He's looking at my body. I'm nude! He's looking at my pubic hair! Headmaster Swisher reached for his camera. "Now, young lady. Let's get some pictures of you. Come stand over here.", he pointed. I'm going to take pictures of you and there's nothing you can do about it... Amy's heart pounded in her chest. "please... please, sir... don't take pictures of me like this... what if someone else were to see?", she pleaded. I'm not dressed... I'm naked! Headmaster Swisher frowned. "Don't be stupid, Amy. These pictures are only for my files. Who else could ever possibly see them?", he asked angrily. "Come over here right away, girl!", he barked. In reality, several other people would be seeing these pictures. Several other men... from the club. The secret organization. The "Discreet Gentlemen's Club"... Swisher thought about this fact and repressed a smile. Amy will be a very good bargaining chip... I'm sure other members will be eager to make a trade for Amy... "Stop being silly, Amy. Come over here right now!", Swisher said angrily. Get your sexy little ass over here! Amy slowly shuffled around the desk. Her bare feet were cold. Her nipples were hard and erect. She felt stupid and ashamed. Don't look at me like that... Swisher took a large sheet of paper from the drawer along with a felt tipped black marker. In large letters he wrote, 'AMY ROGERS, BIRMINGHAM, EIGHTEEN'. He thrust the paper at her. "Hold this up and stand facing me, girl.", he demanded. Amy looked confused. She glanced down at the sheet of paper. "What is this, sir?", she asked. Why do you have this information about me written here? Swisher exploded with rage. He stood up and grabbed her arm, casting the paper aside. "Your endless questions grow tiring, girl!", he said angrily as he sat down and pulled her over his lap. "I am sick and tired of your nonsense!', he shouted down at her. "You will learn obedience if it's the last thing I ever teach you!", he said shrilly. Amy's head was swimming as she felt him pulling her down over his lap. Her bare tummy pressed against his thighs. She felt something resting beneath her stomach. Something hard and stiff. His erect penis.... He's excited by me ... he's hard... The next instant, his hand came down across her bare buttocks. The sound of his open palm on her backside was loud in the still room. Thwack! Amy squealed in pain. He continued smacking her bottom relentlessly. Crack! ...Crack! ....Crack! ... Amy tried to cover her butt with her hands but he pulled her arms away, holding her by the wrists. His open hand continued smacking her exposed backside. Crack! Crack! Crack! Amy was weeping openly now. The tears ran down her face mingling with the snot running from her nose. "Please!! Please stop!! I'm sorry, sir!", she begged. Her buttocks were on fire as she pleaded with him. Swisher enjoyed the sound of her cries and blubbering. "Have you had enough, girl?", he barked as he continued spanking her. Thwap! Thwap! "Answer me, young lady!", he shouted down at her. "Yes!", Amy squealed. "Yes, sir! Please stop!", she stammered. Stop hurting me! He gave her three more hard slaps and then paused. "Are you ready to follow my instructions without further backtalk?", he said as he stared down at her reddened bottom. The imprints of his palm were clearly visible on the girl's bright red buttocks. Amy nodded rapidly. "Yes, sir! I'll do what you say...", she said as her bare toes clenched in pain. My tushy hurts... He released her wrists. "Okay, little girl. Stand up and walk over there.", he said as he pointed at a spot on the floor. He stood up and brushed his pants off as he watched the nude girl hurry over to the spot indicated. He enjoyed the sight of her jiggling buttocks as she hurried across the room. She stopped and stood looking down at the floor, rubbing her bruised backside. "Turn and face me.", he issued a simple command. Let me see those big tits and that sexy little bellybutton... Amy slowly turned. She made no attempt to conceal her nudity now. Her hands were busy rubbing her aching buttocks. Oweee!! It hurts!!! Swisher paused momentarily, scanning over her nude body. His eyes came to rest on the dark patch of pubic hair between her legs. He pointed at the desk. "Pick up that sign and hold it in front of yourself.", he ordered. Amy weakly stumbled over to the desk and picked up the sign. It has my name, hometown and age... what is this for??? Her heart raced with fear. "Hold the sign in front of yourself and stand facing me, Amy.", he said firmly. Amy turned slowly and held the sign up, attempting to use it to cover her bare boobs. Swisher looked annoyed. "Hold the sign lower, girl. Underneath your breasts please." he said with a frown. He watched as the girl timidly lowered the sign, exposing her erect nipples. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson color. She stared at he ground, refusing to meet his eyes. He's gonna take my picture. I'm nude... "That's better.", he said smiling. He held the digital camera up and snapped a couple of shots. "Now, turn around and stand facing away from me, Amy.", he said quickly. Amy slowly turned, aware that her bare bottom was on full display. She heard the camera snapping away. I'm so ashamed... a warm tear rolled off her nose. For several more minutes Swisher had her perform in different poses. Full frontal shots, rear shots, side angles, kneeling down, squatting, on all fours... He photographed every aspect of her young, nubile body. For the club... After taking dozens of pictures, he placed he camera on the desk. He scribbled some notes on the notepad before looking back up at her. His cock twitched as he stared at her tearstained, blushing face. Her bottom lip quivered in shame as she looked down at the carpet. He walked over to her and placed a large hand on her bare shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "You can put the sign down now, Amy. The photos are finished for now.", he smiled. We'll certainly be taking more shots of your sexy little body in the near future... Amy dropped the sign on the desk as she felt him pulling her towards the large chair. I want to get dressed... I'm cold... Headmaster Swisher sat down and pulled the trembling girl onto his lap, forcing her to sit on his thighs. He gave her knee a gentle squeeze. "Now, Amy... I know this has been a traumatic experience for you. So, I think you need to relax a little bit. I know just what a little girl needs after a troubling experience.", he said gently as he eased her thighs apart. His hand slipped up between her legs. Amy closed her eyes as she felt his fingers tracing the length of her exposed pussy lips... Playing with her pubic hair... She felt his fingers easing her lips apart. She gave a slight whimper as the tip of his large finger touched her clitoris. "That's it, Amy. Be a good girl now. I know just what you need...", his voice trailed off as he licked his fingers and gently touched her clitoris, massaging it. Amy closed her eyes and held her hands underneath her chin as she felt his fingers playing with her sex. She tried not to respond to his probing fingers but she felt her clit becoming engorged despite her best efforts. He's masturbating me... He wants me to have an orgasm... It's what a little girl needs... Gross!!! She tried to resist his ministrations but slowly she felt her body responding to his knowing fingers. It seemed he knew just where to touch her and for how long. I'm gonna cum... Slowly, she found herself thrusting her hips against his hand. A quiet moaning started from her slightly parted lips. She didn't want to have an orgasm, but it felt so good. His experienced fingers knew just what to do. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her shame mingled with the warm feeling rising between her thighs. Please... stop... Swisher smiled with satisfaction as the young teen began to thrust her hips against his probing fingers. He listened to her pathetic whimpering. He felt the wetness on his fingertips and soon, the squishing sound of her approaching orgasm met his delighted ears. She climaxed hard on his hand as he smiled, feeling his own ejaculation approaching... Her face was flush with embarrassment and arousal. Her emotions were conflicted. They came together. Swisher was aware of her climax. Amy was completely unaware of his ejaculation. Amy climaxed on his fingers. Swisher ejaculated in his pants. Afterwards, he made her stand up... Stand in front of him with her hands laced behind her head. His eyes traveled over her nude body as he lectured her on the evils of the flesh and masturbation. Then, he made her pick her clothes up and get dressed as he watched her. "Now then, Amy. Please go to your dorm room. Make sure you do your required homework. I shall be up to see you later this evening to check on your work.", he said with finality. He smiled as he watched the beautiful young teen walk towards the door. I think I shall check on you sooner rather than later... He laughed contentedly. After she had closed the door and left him alone, Swisher unfastened his pants and took out his aching cock. The semen still oozed from the head of his penis. He reached for a tissue... ************************************************************************ Part One / Chapter Two: Amy sat crossed legged on her bed. She wore her school issued pajamas... Knee length pajama bottoms and short sleeved pajama top. Her feet were bare. At the moment, she was writing furiously in her diary by the light of the small lamp by her bedside. Her eyebrows were clenched and she bit her bottom lip. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her schoolmate moving towards her. She glanced up. "Oh, Hi Inga.", she said quickly as she looked back down at her diary. Go away... Inga sat down on the edge of Amy's bed. "Hey, Amy. Are you okay?", she asked gently. Inga was a pretty girl with long blonde hair and a very slender figure. Amy paused writing in her diary and stared down at the page. "Of course I'm okay.", she said. "Why wouldn't I be?", she asked as she looked up at Inga. Inga shrugged. She was dressed in the same fashion as Amy, in her school issued pajamas. All the girls at the Academy were required to be bathed and in their pajamas by 7:30. It was a school rule. Lights went out after the nightly inspection at 8:30. Inga gave Amy's leg a gentle pat. "I know you had to go see Swisher this afternoon. I hope he didn't hurt you too much.", she said. She raised an eyebrow. "Did he do anything to you, Amy?", Inga asked. Amy frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about!", she said in a slightly raised voice. "What do you care anyway?", she said as she returned to writing in her diary. Just go away! Inga squeezed Amy's leg gently. "It's okay, new girl. You don't have to be ashamed. All of us have been in Swisher's office before. Everyone knows he's a beast." Amy rolled her eyes. "We talked about my grades. He said I wasn't doing so good. That's all.", she said under her breath. She went back to scribbling in her diary. Please take your hand off my leg... Inga shrugged again. "Okay, new girl. I just thought you might want to talk. After all, I've been to Swisher's office before. I know what he does to new students.", she said with a pause. "I know what he did to me... took my pants down and gave me a bare bottom thrashing... then, he made me take all my clothes off. Took pictures...", she said as her voice trailed off. Amy looked up at Inga with wide eyes. "What are you saying? If everyone knows what he does then why hasn't anything been done to stop him?", she asked incredulously. Inga gave her a gentle smile. "What are we going to do, Amy? Report him?", she asked with a pause. "Report him to whom? Who would believe what we have to say? And, while they might investigate our claim, we would still be here... under his power. What can anyone really do?", she asked. "Swisher is a pig. That's just a fact of life.", she stated. Amy glanced back down at her diary. "I don't understand. I don't know what you're saying.", she said quietly. Inga gave her a half smile. "Fine, Amy. Just let me give you a little advice.", she said as she squeezed her leg. "The Headmaster takes a fancy to some girls... mostly, the new girls. The pretty ones. But, over time he becomes less interested... as newer prospects come into the Academy. Just do whatever he tells you and don't make any trouble. Eventually, he'll forget about you and move on to some new girl. Okay?", she asked. Amy nodded quickly. "Okay. Fine... thanks for the advice, Inga.", she said with a sniffle. But, he likes me now... His eyes are on me! Inga gave Amy's leg a final squeeze. "Remember my advice, new girl.", she said quietly. Amy watched her walk away. What advice? You're a freak... like all the other girls here... She turned back down to her diary. I need to talk to my daddy... my real daddy... not my stepfather... A moment later the main overhead light came on. A harsh female voice barked out. "OKAY LADIES! LINE UP FOR INSPECTION!" All twelve girls in Dorm Room "C" stood up and quickly moved to the end of their beds. Amy was among them. The girls stood facing their beds with their hands laced behind their backs. It was inspection time. As the girls stood silently, Mrs. Adams, one of the instructors at the Academy, walked down the aisle. She stopped to examine each girl's pajamas as well as their bed. If she found a wrinkle in the beds or a crease on their pajamas, it would be bad for the girl in question. After several minutes of inspection, Mrs. Adams paused. She turned to face the room. "Okay, ladies. Headmaster Swisher has requested to see our dorm room. You should all consider it to be an honor.", she said loudly. "Turn and face the aisle and present yourselves!", she barked. All twelve girls turned away from their beds and faced the aisle. They held their hands at their sides, eyes facing forward. Headmaster Swisher entered the room slowly. He walked past the girls standing at attention, pausing momentarily to examine a shirt button here, a trouser button there. His head moved from side to side... He stopped at Inga's bed and smiled down at her. "How are you doing, my dear?", he asked. "I trust you haven't been touching yourself inappropriately after our last discussion?", he asked. Inga shook her head quickly. "No, sir! Of course not!", she stuttered bashfully. "That's good, Inga.", Swisher smiled as he reached down and pulled her pajama bottoms out. He glanced down the front of her trousers with a chuckle as his eyes roamed over her pubic area. "I would hope that you aren't wet down there...", he said slyly. Inga shook her head quickly. "No, sir!", she stammered. Swisher released her pajama bottoms with a snap. "Good. Good, girl.", he smiled. "I'm glad that you're behaving yourself." He continued moving down the aisle. Each girl shivered in turn, knowing that at any moment it could be her time... her time to go with the Headmaster... But, in the end, it was Amy. "Come with me, Amy.", Swisher said quietly as he reached for Amy's hand. "We need to have a talk.", he hissed, like a snake. The other girls watched as Headmaster Swisher led Amy away, holding her hand. She followed behind him meekly with her head down. The other girls felt relief. After all, anyone knew it could be you the next time. It was better that it was Amy tonight... ************************************************************************ Part One / Chapter Three: Amy's bare feet padded along the cold hallway. Swisher held her hand tightly, pulling her down the hallway. "Don't dilly dally, girl.", he commanded. "Stop pulling on my hand and move along like a big girl.", he commanded. Amy had to run to keep up with his long strides as he pulled her down the darkened hallway. Where are we going? She wanted to ask but, instead she remained silent, hurrying behind him fearfully. He's going to do something to me... Swisher rounded a corner and led Amy down a steep flight of stairs. It was very dark and Amy felt like she was going to wet herself at any moment. He paused at the bottom of the steps and turned to face her. "Welcome to the cellar, Amy. This is one of my favorite places at the academy. Do you like basements, girl?", he asked with a smile. The cold floor felt like ice underneath her bare feet. She could barely make out Swisher's face in the dim light. She crossed her arms over her tummy and looked up at him. "No, sir. I don't like basements... May we go back upstairs?", she asked timidly, knowing his answer before she asked the question. "Absolutely not, Amy. I think we'll stay down here for an hour, maybe two hours. It will depend upon how well you respond to my directions.", he said with a pause. "Do you hear me, Amy?", he asked. Do you understand that I control you now? "Why, sir?", she asked. "I don't like to be down here...", she said weakly. It's cold and dark. It smells weird and musty... and I don't like being alone with you... Swisher stepped back and stroked his chin as he looked down at the cowering girl standing before him. He had made sure that her school issued pajamas were a size too small and at this moment his foresight was paying off. The pajama bottoms were very tight and short, riding up her lovely thighs. The top was equally undersized and barely covered her adorable tummy. He noticed her pulling on the bottom of her shirt. No reason to try and cover up. I'll have those pajamas off you very soon... He chuckled under his breath. He reached down and lifted the bottom of her shirt and stared at her adorable tummy and sexy bellybutton. "I've told you before, young lady. Never answer a question with a question. Now, I will repeat myself for the last time. We will be staying in the basement for a little while whether you like it or not. Do you understand me, young lady?", he asked again. I want you to cower before me...