I smiled at my dad, enjoying his amazed expression and a jaw that had dropped wide open. When I nudged him in the ribs to get some attention away from the horny looking sluts, he smiled and shook his head in disbelief.
“We’d better get inside and buy me a uniform dad. Seems you like that already.”
“Umm, I’m not sure about this, Hannah. The girls are dressed wildly inappropriately.”
“We agreed to try this. I need discipline or my life will get fucked up.”
“Can you at least dispense with the potty mouth Hannah, please? In fact, we both probably should.”
“That’s my point dad. I’m struggling to control myself and acting on pure impulse. Maybe this place can make a positive difference in my life.”
He helped me out of the car, ever a gentleman at heart. I noticed other girls holding their guardian’s hands, so I slipped mine into dad’s remembering happier days when I behaved nicer and more like his little girl.
The spartan feel of a wood-paneled hallway leading to the headmistress’s office matched the sober expressions and demeanor of staff, girls and their mostly male guardians that traipsed past me. From a snatched glimpse, I noticed one girl bowed her head, surreptitiously winking while flashing me a naughty grin.
I half turned while walking briskly, glancing at my step-father who smiled back innocently, shrugging.
“Yes, I think this will be a great place to enjoy some discipline, Keith.”
“Are you sure, Hannah? The dress code seems slutty but at least everyone is suitably miserable.”
“Here’s the place to find out, dad.”
We stopped and I pointed upwards to a small wooden and steel chain swing sign above a mostly glass door. The writing was brilliant white and hand painted, striking fear into my heart. When dad gripped my hand tighter, I knew he shared the same anxiety.
Headmistress.
My step-dad knocked sharply on a frosted glass panel and we waited outside like a couple of kids in trouble.
“This feels weird dad, to be honest. It’s almost like we’re both in deep shit.”
“I know. It’s a bit funny, actually. This reminds me of when I was in school.”
“Were you in trouble a lot?”
“All the fucking time Hannah, just like you. We’re more alike than you realize.”
We chuckled, probably a little too loudly because it echoed through the now empty hallway. I felt the camaraderie and safety of a kid standing outside the head’s office with another, even though my hand sat nervously entwined by his trembling fingers.
“Were both adults and terrified of an office, dad? What the fuck is that all about?”
“Don’t worry, Hannah. I expect she’ll be very gentle with us.”
The Headmistress’s door opened from the inside and an unexpectedly attractive woman stepped out. She smiled with such comfort and friendliness that I was knocked off balance.
“Hello. You must be Hannah and Mr. Rodgers.”
“Umm, yes we are.”
“I’m Trixy.”
I noticed dad was as enthralled by the headmistress as I was, taking her handshake when offered. We followed her into the office which felt like a museum, and I noticed dad checking out her ass on the way. I saw sports memorabilia everywhere with crossed hockey sticks on the wall, amid all kinds of other bats, balls and racquets.
I drew a sharp intake of breath when spotting a row of paddles pinned to the wall neatly in size order. They ranged from hairbrush size to something more like a two handed kayak paddle.
Holy fuck! Those must be for spanking.
I found myself praying Keith would be forced to stay, if only for my protection from an overly zealous thrashing. At least if he did it, I’d receive a measured spanking because Keith was a kind man.
“Have a seat both of you.”
Trixy circled her desk gracefully, floating like an Albatross crossing a wide ocean. Keith was captivated by her beauty but so was I, incapable of tearing my eyes away from her perfectly symmetrical face, full breasts and solid nipples pointing at me.
Her voice was firm, compelling me to obey her whims in a way I’d never experienced before. Dad cleared his throat and the headmistress smiled like a deadly assassin might when handing her victim a poisoned chalice.
“I think there has been some misunderstanding?”
“What might that be Mr. Rodgers?”
“Call me Keith, please.”
“Umm, perhaps one day Mr. Rodgers, but not today, and certainly never while you are in my office.”
My eyes popped out on stalks and I choked, wanting to laugh out loud at the sass of a woman who just chastised a man who paid her thirty thousand bucks to correct his step-daughter’s behavior. I gawped at him, then her, but she smiled nonchalantly at Keith like it was no big deal.
“Hannah… please close your mouth. A lady only opens her mouth to eat, speak or fellate a worthy gentleman’s cock. Are you doing any of those things soon?”
It was Keith’s turn for his chin to hit the floor and choke up, but he handled it slightly better than me, recovering quickly. I recovered my chin from the floor, Trixy nodded, satisfied and turned her attention back to dad.
Did she just say suck cock?
“You were about to explain the problem you believe we have, Mr. Rodgers. Before you do, that, may I just say very politely, that your problem won’t ever become mine but, I’m happy to help offer a solution if I’m able.”
“Yes… well, apparently, your terms and conditions suggest that Hannah must have a guardian with her for the whole month that she’s here.”
“It’s not a suggestion, Mr. Rodgers. It’s an absolute rule.”
“I can’t stay here for a month, so I’ll have to arrange for Hannah’s mom to arrive later today, possibly tomorrow.”
“That’s not acceptable, Mr. Rodgers.”
“Why not?”
“I would have thought it quite plainly understood without my explanation. This bootcamp is for over eighteen year old wayward girls and their step-parents. If Hannah’s mother is her biological parent and you are a step-father then how can you be swapped out?”
“Well… umm… that’s a bit odd.”
“What is?”
“Why must a girl be accompanied throughout her lessons by a step-parent?”
“Our bootcamp is designed to remedy, reconcile or otherwise restructure the relationship between a step-daughter and her step-parent so that it aligns with their desired outcomes using an appropriate framework of discipline, love and acceptance.”
“Remedy, reconcile or restructure?”
“Yes, Mr. Rodgers. Are you committed to settling Hannah down in your home?”
“Well yes, of course I am. I just paid thirty grand, hoping to do just that.”
“Then you must support her here as guardian for the full month.”
“Oh, my.”
“The alternative is for you both to leave at anytime, foregoing all fees already paid.”
“Fuck!”
Her face turned stony and some of the color drained from both cheeks. I saw displeasure writ subtly in her expression, noting it for future caution when interacting with Trixy.
“You’re an American, Mr. Rodgers, and I am British, but I’ve picked up some of your colloquialisms and slang. Hear me well please and understand this. There is to be no more potty mouth while attending our bootcamp and you just had a first and only strike. Am I clear about that at least?”
She smiled so beautifully at my dad as though suggesting she might sit on his face or offer him a cup of tea. I was gobsmacked and so was Keith, whose bottom lip trembled like mom’s rabbit vibrator when going flat out.
“Abundantly clear, Trixy, yes… I definitely understand.”
“Good boy… why don’t you and Hannah run along now, have a chat in an empty form room, then decide if you’d like to stay.”
She stood up and ushered us from her office in the most polite fashion while making sure we understood that our time with her was up.
“If you’d like to stay at Fanbury Hall, let the Form Mistress know. She’s down the hall and will process you both, offering suitable accommodations based on your relationship choices. If you’re not staying with us, then it was a pleasure meeting you both and goodbye.”
She nodded her head, shaking both of our hands while gently pushing me out of the door using a firm hand that clenched my ass tightly. When we were alone in the hallway, I had to hold a hand over my mouth to stifle a fit of giggles. Dad’s mouth opened and closed like a goldfish until he found the words to speak.
“That’s the most polite fuck off and stop bothering me, I’ve ever heard Hannah.”
“Me too.”
“Where is the form room?”
I glanced down the hallway and saw a sign for the nearest form room. Once inside, we could laugh out loud while dad paced around what looked to be a registration or standard classroom. The old style wooden desks had flip top lids and inkwells reamed into the solid wood end pieces.
There were two iron grip handles on the forward edge of the desk that looked perfect for a girl to use while her ass paddling was being issued by someone from behind. I said nothing to dad, hoping he wouldn’t notice because I really wanted to stay and try out some of the rituals I was sure they had on the curriculum.
“Is it too weird or would you like to stay here, Hannah? ”
“Yes, please dad. I’d really like to stay.”
“I’ll have to stay here with you and I’ll confess, it’s getting a bit weird for me.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from Trixy, dad.”
“I doubt either of us are a match for her, sweetheart.”
“Can we stay, please?”
“Yes, of course. I guess we’d better go and find the Form Mistress.”
We strolled further along the hallway until a sign confirmed where our Form Mistress was located. Dad rapped on the door again and a pleasant looking older woman opened it, bidding us to walk in with a wafting hand.
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