Saint Joan's Reform School

Martin sat nervously in the backseat, not saying a word on the long drive in gear of another spanking. His mother pulled into the drive of an imposing school.

Several students were milling about the yard, boys in uniforms similar to his and girls in trousers and blazers. Even stranger was the age of the students. Most looked to be in their early twenties like Martin, but many seemed nearing middle aged. Humiliated by all the eyes on the strange new boy, Martin followed his mother to the admissions office.

"Miss Pritchard! And this must be your daughter Martha!" A male receptionist in a dress smiled at them. "I'll show you to the headmaster's office, right after you sign this."

Martin signed the paper, hand shaking under his strict mother's gaze. The receptionist took him back to the office.

A very muscular looking woman in her mid fifties wearing a sharp suit sat behind a desk. Her nameplate declared her as Headmaster Stern. Martin was luckily able to suppress his laughter.

"Miss Pritchard. Your mother was right, you are a tubby little thing." Martin cringed, staring down at his hands folded in his lap. "I am Headmaster Stern. There are a few things that will be covered in this meeting. You will receive a full student handbook when shown to your dormitory, but the first thing that you should know is that you will be deferential to teachers and female upperclassmen at all times, understood?"

"Yes, Headmaster."

"Do you know what will happen if you fail to comply?"

"No, Headmaster."

"Female upperclassmen as well as all teachers have license to spank you as they see fit. Serious infractions will lead to a paddling by me. Other punishments may be tailored to specific indiscretions as needed. Understood?"

"Yes, headmaster."