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"It's very distressing for me to find such wanton disregard for our institution's rules before the first class of the new year even begins," says the large man who has now positioned himself before Kolleen.

I recognise him from my handbook as Headmaster Heathrow Hardwick. I hope to avoid the wrath of this imposing sixty-year-old as he towers before us. I flick my head subtly at the other three girls in my pod and we begin to step away from Kolleen.

"You girls! Stay right here! It is important for you three, as well as Kolleen, to learn that rules will be obeyed at this institution." The headmaster takes Kolleen's delicate chin in his right hand to make sure he has her attention. "Your parents paid well for you to be here. And you won't be kicked out or put on report. Any indiscretions will be punished quickly and effectively until the desired results are achieved. Your guardians have signed your rights away to us to do anything we deem will be effective in achieving our goals."

I notice that the impudent Kolleen already seems to have lost a little of that earlier attitude already. I watch as Headmaster Hardwick releases her chin and steps back.

"Now, first things first. I want you to remove all of the attire that doesn't meet regulations and hand them to me." Headmaster just stares at Kolleen over his reading glasses as she stands there looking at him dumbly. "Must I have you sent to Nurse to have your hearing checked as well?"

"No. No sir," Kolleen corrects herself.

"Well, let's get on with it then. Your blazer is rumpled and pulled up at the sleeves. Give it to me."

I watch with Lauren and the Lawrences as Kolleen meekly pulls off the blazer and hands it to the headmaster. She won't be left with much if she removes every non-regulation piece of uniform.

"Your skirt hem is near your crutch. Unacceptable. Remove it."

"Can't I just unroll the waistband, Sir?" Kolleen quietly asks.

"Have I been talking to myself these last few minutes, Miss Lesbeen?"

Kolleen mutely pulls the pleated skirt to her feet, steps out of it, and hands it to the man, avoiding his glance.

I am happy to see, for Kolleen's sake, that she did indeed put on the regulation panties. For now, without her skirt, and her blouse's shirttails tied into a halter, they are her only clothing below her waist. The pink ribbon is knotted at her hips, the high cut backpanel of silky white allowing half of her high, full asscheeks to escape.

"That blouse, of course, was not intended to be worn that way." The headmaster gestures for that article of clothing as well.

"Please, sir, she doesn't have anything on under.." Lauren Massengill starts, coming to the auburn-haired teen's defence.

"I don't believe I was addressing you, young lady!" Headmaster Hardwick gruffs, sending the little brunette back a few steps.

We three girls admire the high cones of alabaster flesh that are revealed when Kolleen remove her salmon-coloured blouse.

As she hands the blouse to the man as well, Hardwick speaks again.

"You are now free to attend your classes. You seemed so eager to flaunt your body before your professors and classmates before. Let's see if you still are so," he smiles, taking out a handkerchief and wiping off most of Kolleen's heavy makeup.

As the shaken girl starts to walk away, the three of us surrounding her, ready to give support, the headmaster stops her again.

"Please forgive my negligence, young miss. Those army boots and socks are not permitted either."

Kolleen looks at her Doc Martens and scrunchy socks. The final insult. She sits on a nearby bench and removes her footwear. The defeated teen starts down the hall, barefoot.

"Oh, and your first free period, report to my office for discipline on your smoking and obscenity!" he shouts after her. I could tell he was smiling as he turned the knife a little deeper, without even looking back at him.