With shock turning to anger

"Well, you can't do that." Ms. Naylor snorts dismissively, "It's barbaric!" You have to hide the smile that wants to lighten your face as you remember Sally's firm young ass as it was spanked. You have to resist the urge to rub your hands together in satisfaction at the memory, instead you redirect your attention to the matter at hand.

"Isn't this the Code of Conduct the students receive?" You ask preparing for the knock-down drag-out fight you now know is unavoidable.

"Well yes," the fierce Headmistress begins hesitantly, "but, our approach to discipline has been greatly reformed. The Court of Peers assigns consequences for student infractions as a way of helping our young women grow...Not some kind of 19th century institution-sanctioned ****."

"And how has that been working for your acclaimed academy, Ms. Naylor?" You ask, making no attempt to hide the sarcasm in your tone.

"Mr. Hawkfeather!" She explodes to her feet and stands with her hands on her hips staring at you with that fierceness you've come to expect. Unfortunately for her, her power stance pulls the lower part of her robe open even further and you get an even better look at the toned length of her thigh. It is hard for you to be intimidated by a woman that you so badly would like to have moaning in your arms.

"You cannot bring your male-warrior values of power, **** and punitive discipline into my school, Mr. Hawkfeather, I won't have it." She finally realizes that her robe is gaping and takes the time to adjust it before she continues slightly more under control. "It is the expectation of this administration that our young ladies behave themselves at all times." You don't even try to disguise the doubt you are feeling as she further defends this naïve assertion. "For the most part the students live up to our expectations."

"Ms. Naylor, I'm not bringing anything into your school. The Code of Conduct is already here, and as the new Disciplinarian of this school, I need to avoid subjectivity." You look up at her hoping she'll understand. "It is my job to enforce the rules as they are written." You tap on the book in your hand for emphasis.

"Kyle," this is the first time she's used your Christian name and you find you like the way it rolls of her delicate lips. "Do you even know what you're saying?" She asks softly, "Are you really going to lift the young women's skirts and paddling their exposed backsides like Mrs. Marshall used to?!" If only she knew that you had down exactly that, and so much more too! But that is not the reason you want to use this rulebook. Or is it?

You meet her questioning eyes gently, taking in the fullness of her trembling lip and the rise and fall of her breasts pressing against the silk of her gown. The way she looks now has your erection throbbing against your leg, a combination of soft and firm, **** and determined. It would be so easy to back down now. Admit that you don't know enough about this Academy to make this kind of abrupt change, and try to keep in the good graces of this petite firebrand.

More than ever, you wish you had stayed in your room last night and not seen Diana writhing on her bed with her hands between her thighs. God, just once you'd like to be on her side of a fight and have that passion and determination working for you rather than against what you know is right.

Even more than that, you'd like to convince her that you are not the enemy, that the two of you could turn this school around ... together ... as partners ...