A visit to your new office

Although a lot of your responsibilities as Junior Dean can be handled from anywhere using a laptop, there are a few things which need a personal touch and you've made a habit of popping in to your office every day. Perhaps in a year or two you'll be less conscientious, but for now the whole situation is novel enough that you don't mind the short extra journey through college. Besides, it helps keep you fit.

You're in no hurry and glance around while you walk, drinking in the sights and sounds of a college hard at work in the early autumn, not least the scantily clad young beauties who make up the student body. Later in the term, the weather will **** the girls into less revealing coats and stockings (except when being punished), so you make the most of the view while you can. About half way to your destination, you catch sight of a fresher wearing even less than most of her colleagues, waving to you from across the lawn. You glance appreciatively over her tanned body, nude from the top of her shoes to the collar and cuffs connected by a rigid bar at shoulder height, before returning the greeting with a smile.

You met Amy a few months ago and when you learned she'd applied to the university, you gave her some friendly advice. She was grateful and kept in touch afterwards. The fact that she can see you to wave means that her pledging to one of the sororities is going well; the last time you saw her, she was wearing blackout contacts as part of the initiation process. If she keeps going, she should be out of the cangue and maybe even into some clothes by Christmas. The sororities can be quite harsh on their pledges, but the students who join like it to be difficult to be accepted, because all the testing makes it a real achievement to get in.

A few minutes later, you skip up the stairs to the wood-panelled comfort of the Junior Dean's suite. You don't have a secretary, but there is an anteroom where visitors can wait for you to see them. One change you've made already is the installation of a whipping post almost identical to the one you have at home in the middle of the anteroom, where students sent to you can see it when they arrive. Most punishments happen in the inner office, but those of a certain severity can benefit others who witness them.

Around the walls is an eclectic collection of old chairs, some resembling wooden, high-backed dining chairs, others small armchairs in a variety of leathers and fabrics. Today, unusually, two of them are occupied, not by bottoms, but by the clothes of two girls standing naked in front of them, facing the wall. One has black, curly hair, the other straighter, chestnut tresses down to her shoulder blades, but apart from that, you can't tell much about them, except to surmise from their attire that they've been sent to you for punishment of some kind.

The time of students may not be quite as valuable as yours, but with term being packed with compulsory social and sporting events, quite apart from academic requirements, it's still at a premium, so you feel obligated to deal with them as soon as possible and send them on their way. You're normally only called in for serious or repeat offences requiring prolonged and intensely distressing chastisement, but that doesn't mean you have to administer it all yourself. As de facto head of discipline, you can call upon any member of college to assist you.