Student Disciplinarian

Timmy Jones, sophomore at a Oakdale Jr College, was surprised and
dismayed by the disciplinarian appointment he received in his student
mailbox. He had been sent twice before for minor infractions andcould
not remember committing any since then. Maybe, he thought, he could
convince them it was a mistake.

Timmy wasn't sure what he was in for on his regular punishment day
appointment. The usual disciplinarian's secretary was filled by a
high school girl, a stunningly gorgeous girl, and he suspected
she did more than keep reports. For one thing she wore the same type
of one piece short smock, showing cleavage, that Mrs James did when he
reported to her for his punishment. Could she be wearing a bikini
underneath also, he thought as he hardened while sitting on a wooden bench.

Another sign was the pair of elbow length black calfskin gloves laying
on her desk. He couldn't see her feet or even her shapely legs with the desk
in the way, but if she also wore stilletto heels, he knew for sure she was
more than a typist When he entered she smiled and greeted him politely,
and noted his being on time for his appointment with a smile.
Looking at the clock, it was only minutes away from 4:30, his
Friday afternoon session.

"Um, excuse me, miss," he said politely, "I think there's been some
mistake. I don't think I'm supposed to be here today."

The luscious girl smiled, by her attitude indicating she had heard that
story before, and looked at his appointment.

"No mistake I'm afraid. And it looks like youv'e been here before."
He knew she could tell his offenses were sex harassment, and therefore
his punishments were likely to his male sex.

"Um yes, but in this case there's been some mistake."

She shrugged nonchalantly, giving the clear impression she had heard that
before with a smug half smile, "I'll let Mrs. James know if you want me to
tell her. If your'e trying to get out of it, I should warn you it might
lead to a heavier session."

He stammered, and she smiled at his indecision.

"I'll let you decide whether you want to tell Mrs. James then, ok?"
He nodded and sat on a hard wooden bench, wondering what to do. In the past
it had only been him and Mrs James, the lovely teacher and disciplinarian
who had broken him the last two sessions with genital punishments. He
remembered being naked in a hard chair, the legs drilled into the floor
so he couldn't budge it with all his strength, with his legs spread,
and her almost nude voluptuous body making him hard. Groaning, his cock
began to harden, so he sat on the hard wood bench, glancing at
the clock again.

Was Mrs.James inside already?

If so he couldn't hear a thing from beyond the heavy sound proofed
door.
The thought that this girl could hear boys like himself scream and break
down fascinated and horrified him at once. Perhaps she did more than hear,
as he suspected from the first. The last two times Mrs James did him by
herself, as he sat in a heavy bolted chair with his legs bound and spread,
unable to stop being erect by the site of her gorgeous body and the
helplessness of his position. He was getting hard thinking of the genital
scourging the dominatrix had given him, until he remembered her smug
expression as the girl's lilting voice shook him back to awareness.

"Um, Timmy," the girl said with a lilting voice, snapping him out of
his reverie,

"Um, oh yes?"

"Miss James said you may take your things off and leave them on the
hook, Um, you may keep your underpants on if you wish, " she added, with
a half smile, "for a while."

Um, thanks," he said, rising, and blushing as he unbuttoned his shirt.
Feeling a little silly in the office waiting room on bare feet, as he
stripped down to his bikini briefs, he tried to make light of it by engaging
this gorgeous girl in an attempt to make conversation.

"Mmm, floor is cold, haha. I haven't seen you here before, did you just
begin?"

"Mmm, oh about 2 months, but this is my first Fri afternoon."

"Oh haha, are you Miss James' secretary?

"Well, yes," she said, filing some papers, "but I sometimes also
assist her, and do follow up
work."

He was standing near her, looking down at her lush cleavage, as he
noticed the headphones and vcr plug, and a rack of tapes, with student
names on them.She continued talking.

"I'm very interested in this field and am doing a paper for a final.
I'm planning on having a minor in College in physical punishment and
correction, actually I'd like to major in it but it's so new and so few
colleges are offering
majors."

"Oh", he said, "of course, and those tapes, I didn't know the, Um
sessions were taped"

"Oh yes," she smiled, "you probably didn't notice on the release forms
you signed, but they are, and that's one way we understudies learn,
from watching the tapes and writing reports."

Timmy blushed more, remembering how he screamed and begged and cried
time after time, and that wasn't the worst either. "So, Um your'e viewing
the tapes for a paper huh, have you Um by any chance,...Um?"

"Seen one of yours" she laughed? "No, I'v'e really just started, and
I'm sure I haven't seen you, but then I kind of think that tapes are fine,
but nothing's like real life, right?"

"Um, " he murmured in agreement, "right, sure."

"Of course I don't know if Mrs. James will let me watch your session,
which of course I'd love to do, if you don't mind."

"Unless," she added, her tongue on her lip, "you have some
objection to a girl watching today's session? I can tell you it won't be
the first, if that's what's bothering you, In fact Miss James is letting
me assist her more and more during the sessions."

"Oh, Um, no of course not, no I don't mind at all. really."

"Good," she teased, adding with a smug smile "because it doesn't
make any difference if you do, you know."

"Um, no, I'm Um, not surprised, Um I mean I didn't know."

The girl giggled at his stammering, and he was about to sit down,
having run out of things to say, when she looked at the clock.

"Oh, almost time, just a moment, please, " she paused, opening a drawer
as he stood watching her bend over, and she came up with two plastic
collars attached to each other by a foot length leash.

"Please turn around now, while I secure your hands behind
your back. It's new school policy."

He turned, and she rose and leaned over the divider. Instead
of just doing his wrists, she made him cross elbows and wrists and bound
both together.

"You may as well just stand here now," she said, with a more imperious
tone, "your session's almost time."

He did so, enjoying being commanded to do so. Minute after minute
passed. After about 8 minutes as she completed a report, a soft buzzer
rang on her desk.

"Tiffanny dear," Miss James cultured rich voice spoke, "I'm just
finishing up young Franklin in the Anteroom. Are there any others today?"

"Yes, Mrs. James, I have a Timmy Jones here for a regular."

"Oh, really, oh, well, do you have Timmy ready?" The girl looked up
at Timmy's eyes with a smile,

"Yes, he's all ready"

"Good, you may bring him in in a couple of minutes. If the typing is
finished, would you like to assist?" Timmy's eyes widened at that.

"Oh yes, Mrs. James," she smiled warmly, "I'd love to!"

After she hung up, she sighed deeply, rose, and put the files on her
desk away, as Timmy watched the back of her smock rise up the back of
her thighs.Turning and facing Timmy with a smile, she said "Well, it's
finally time, now isn'tit?" He stammered, unable to speak but nodded as
she laughed. She removed her office shoes and slipped on a pair of 6 inch
stiletto heels. Then she opened a closet and slipped off her smock in a
slow motion, making Timmy think she was nude, except from the back, he
noticed a tiny thin strand of material across her back, and down her
crack a tiny lavender traingle. Oh lord, he moaned audibly, hardening,
a thong bikini.

He expected a bikini because Mrs James had worn one, but this thong
cutaway was unbelievably tiny.

She turned with a flourish, and his eyes bugged out, the front of
her huge firm breasts was almost totally visible, the sides tops and
bottoms of each globe plain to see, except for the area around the nipples
covered by tiny wisps of material, and just the cleft of her crotch covered.

She smiled, "do you like my new correctional officer uniform?"

She added skin tight elbow length black leather gloves, admired
herself in a mirror, and motioned Timmy to come with her. Timmy followed
her nearly bare swaying backside as she opened the heavy oak door, and
then she stood aside and held his elbow to lead him in.

Not sure if he should step forward, he paused, and she pushed him
forward. "Timmy!" she said firmly, holding up a black leather riding
crop in front of his nose, "I know your'e frightened but no dawdling
please. If you do that again I'll use this on your bare bottom.

Your'e going to be punished severely anyway so it doesn't
make much sense to ask for more."

He obediently went with her down the short tile corridor, "Um, I'm
sorry, I didn't mean to dawdle."

She laughed, "oh of course you didn't. You can be truthful with me,
Timmy. In fact you soon won't have much choice once we start to work.
That's one of the many things I love about this job, the complete
honesty between disciplinarian and subject. I like listening to the new
boys in the outer room, especially when they fib like that to me, because
I know in a short while they'll be singing a different tune, like you will
be." Timmy swallowed, and she noticed and laughed.

They entered the small windowless room that Timmy had been in twice
before and he noticed Mrs James bending forward wiping the heavy table
with a damp sponge.She had slipped a short robe on, but her magnificent
breasts showed much cleavage. Straightening up, she smiled warmly at
Timmy and Tiffanny. "Hello Timmy, Tiffanny why don't you bring him right
over to the chair first, we'll begin with that today I think."Timmy thought
'Begin!! What else could she do?' and then he noticed the heavy wood
table with the rubber sheet and leather manacles on each corner and shivered
and gulped nervously. Both women noticed, smiling. 'Are you frightened, Timmy?
Do you think so Tiffanny?"

"Yes, Mrs. James, " the girl replied with a smile, "he's frightened but
trying not to show it."