Introductions and rules

“Ok class. I expect you’ve all introduced yourselves to each other. As Mr. Brown said, I am Miss Anita Stonebridge and I will be your primary instructor. Your masters have each made individual selections about your coursework, so I won’t handle every lesson. But I am in charge of your instruction overall. Any questions?”

She paused. Madison’s hand shot up, and Anita seemed genuinely shocked that anyone had one. And then shocked again when Madison jumped in without being called upon.

“So, how does the hierarchy work? Are you at the top and the teachers below you, or is the Principal at the top and you’re below him? Or what?”

“Well, Madison, it’s a good thing we can clear this up early.” Anita’s hand slid over a large, ominous looking ruler. But ultimately, though she didn’t pick it up, her voice took on an edge. “Your master is always at the top of the hierarchy. No matter who he may lend you to.”

Madison looked chastened, but she continued. “But, to answer the rest of your question, I am responsible for you during classroom hours. I may delegate you to Principal Brown or others for small tasks.”

Principal Brown scoffed, seemingly mocking the idea that he answered to anyone, but Anita was undeterred.

“Good pivot into our first rule. I have five simple rules for my class. Stick to these and you’ll sail through to graduation.” She gestured to the whiteboard, where she had written them while the girls completed the questionnaire. “Ashley, you will read Rule #1 aloud for the class.”

Ashley opened her mouth, but Miss Stonebridge stopped her with a raised hand.

“When any of you address the class,” She said to the room, “You will stand, with your feet placed just outside shoulder-width apart. You will clasp your hands behind your back, raise your eyes to level to maintain eye contact, and push your chests forward. This I will call ‘Speaking Position.’ You may begin.”

Even mostly surrounded by slaves, this position felt unduly exposing. Thrusting her large chest forward put even more pressure on the tiny top that struggled to hold them. Her nipple piercings were clearly visible through the top.

“Rule number One: My Master always comes first. In life and in bed.” That rolled off the tongue a little too easily.

“Very good, Ashley. Take your seat. Tatiana, please read rule 2.”

Tatiana assumed the ‘Speaking Position’. Her smaller chest was not bursting the shirt like others, but it still drew Principal Brown’s attention.

“Rule number Two: When Master is not available, I will obey his chosen delegate as I would him.”

“Excellent. Anna, please read rule 3.”

Anna stood, but she hesitated to thrust out her chest.

“Anna?” Anita paused. “Assume the Speaking Position and read rule 3.”

“I’m sorry, Profesora, I have only little English.” Miss Stonebridge looked deeply unimpressed.

“Principal Brown, can you please pull out Anna’s questionnaire for me?” When he did so, she calmly collected it and returned to the front of the class. “Anna, you filled this out completely. This questionnaire has much more difficult words than what I asked you to read from the board. And remember Anna, I told you to be entirely truthful.” The implication hung in the air and the teacher allowed it to linger. “So… Were you lying just now or were you lying when you answered these questions?”

Anna’s eyes were wide with fear and she subconsciously stepped away from the teacher, covering her chest as she did. But there was nowhere to run, she quickly bumped into the empty desk behind her. “No. I didn’t lie.”

“You did, Anna. And you’re compounding it now with more lies.”

Anna’s eyes flitted to the door, but there were obstacles in the way and Principal Brown appeared ready to spring and give chase. Ashley saw that idea die behind her eyes.

“I can read the board.” Anna confessed, hanging her head. She moved into Speaking Position, but the teacher stopped her.

“No, first you need to come up here for punishment.” When Anna didn’t move, she addressed the room. “Girls, this is an important lesson for all of you, so listen. The more you try to hide or run from your punishments, the worse they get. You know what that means? It will never be lighter than it is right now. Come.” She pointed to the edge of her desk in the front of the room.

Anna was shaking as she approached, she bent over the desk as directed. Miss Stonebridge collected the large ruler. It looked to be about a meter long and only minimally flexible when it moved. Miss Stonebridge flipped up the back of Anna’s skirt and pulled her thong down. Principal Brown cleared his throat from the side of the room.

“If I may?” He asked. “I so rarely get to use the old ways any more.”

“Be my guest.” She handed the yardstick to him and stepped out of his way.

Is this happening right now? Ashley saw Madison gripping her desk, but Tatiana crossed her arms and watched with a dispassionate expression. Danielle looked almost giddy.

Principal Brown took a two-handed baseball swing onto Anna’s ass cheeks.

“YAHH!” She yelped in pain.

Principal Brown laughed. “Glad we set this classroom away from the others. Wouldn’t want to disturb the students!” And without missing a beat, he brought it down on her again.

At Miss Stonebridge’s order, Anna counted off ten strokes - in English - each of them leaving a nasty red stripe on her brown skin. By the end she could barely get them out between her loud sobs.

“Thank Mr. Brown for disciplining you, Anna.”

“Gracias-Thank you, Sir.” She said, through the tears filling her eyes. She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat after being told to return, but she didn’t complain other than a pained hiss through her teeth. Principal Brown returned the ruler and gave Ashley a longer-than-necessary look as he sat back down to the side.

He can’t wait until he gets the chance with me! Can’t give him that.

“Danielle, since you’ve been bouncing in your seat this whole time, can you read Rule 3?”

“Sure thing, Miss Stonebridge.” She hopped up and thrust her tits out so hard, Ashley thought she might pull a muscle. “Rule number 3: Silence is a woman’s best garment.” Danielle giggled. “My daddy will like that one, he says I never know when to quiet down.”

“Indeed.” The teacher said. “Since Anna had her chance, Danielle, you can go ahead and read Rule 4 as well.”

“Ok!” She giggled. “Rule number 4: I will trust in my Master fully. My safe word is ‘Yes.’”

“Thank you, Danielle. And Madison, you can finish with Rule 5.”

Madison bit her lip nervously as she assumed the position. “Rule number Five: I will always look my best, my master's visual pleasure is my pleasure.” Her voice bordered on the sarcastic, but apparently it flew just under the radar since she escaped an ass-caning of her own.