You messed up. You messed up big time. This is not how you imagined you'd meet the new Housemaster. He's not how you imagined him to be. Today is full of surprises, although hey don't seem like the nice kind.
Housemaster Michaelis continues to look you in the eyes as he speaks. 'My, my. Two misdemeanours in less than an hour. What do you have to say for yourself, boy?' Boy? Who does he think he is? You're eighteen, not eight! Why is addressing you like he would a naughty child?!
You hold your tongue again. As he's already mentioned, you've messed up twice already today. A third strike will almost certainly land you in a whole heap of trouble.
You put on your most sombre expression, and make your voice sound as low as possible. 'I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again.' You swear you see him smirk a bit, but you can't be certain. It could just be your mind playing tricks on you.
'I hope not. Three strikes warrants a punishment, and I would so hate to punish someone on my first day. Now, there is a reason I've asked you all here...' His eyes roam over the other students, and you let out a breath you didn't even realise you were holding. His stare is captivating. You'll have to make sure to avoid his eyes at all costs, lest you forget yourself. It's going to be that much harder to contain your femininity with such an attractive man in the dorm. You'll have to make sure that your every step is acted out with caution, and with prior thought…
Housemaster Michaelis' voice breaks your chain of thought. 'As you are all in your final year at this institution, I feel that it is my duty to prepare you for life outside of these ancient halls. However, in order for me to help you, I'll need to learn a little more about each of you. Therefore, I invite each of you to attend a small one-on-one conversation about your futures. I shall call your names out one at a time, and you shall follow me into my office. When our business is concluded, you are free to spend the rest of the day as you see fit, though I must insist that you do some form of studying at some point. Of course, you aren't required to talk to me. You're all more than welcome to leave. Except you, of course,' He looks at you again, and you look him into the eyes. Damn it, whatever happened to your plan?
He holds your stare for a few tense moments, before turning his attention back to your peers. 'Right, let us commence our sessions. I'll begin with Bluewer, if that's okay with you?' Bluewer nods, and follows Housemaster Michaelis into his office, which is situated just off of the main dorm area.
The remaining boys look around at each other, each of them wondering what to do. Most of the boys wander off, citing the need to study or some such thing. The remaining few all sit down, chattering quietly amongst themselves. You sit some distance from them, deliberately choosing to sit close to the office. With any luck, the Housemaster will call you in next, then you'll be free to go about your day as originally planned; studying, and trying not to think about attractive men.
That last one is going to be difficult now, but you're sure you'll manage. After all, you've coped so far. One man can't ruin your resolve in a single day, can he?
You think back to Housemaster Michaelis' eyes, and realise that he might just be able to.
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The Housemaster calls each of the boys into the office one by one, just as he'd said he would. It's taken him a few hours, but now he's almost done. He only has one student left to interview.
You.
Yes, it seems that the Housemaster is determined to punish you after all, as he's deliberately left your interview until last (at least, you suspect it's deliberate. You don't actually have any proof.). You've wasted most of your day in the main dorm, listening to idle chatter and twiddling your thumbs. It's been very trying, yet you've remained still, not wishing to earn a third strike from the Housemaster. You've yet to get on the wrong side of any faculty member, and you'd hate to start that now. You don't want to draw too much attention to yourself, after all…
Finally, the office door opens, and your classmate leaves it. He approaches you, a huge grin plastered on his face. 'The Housemaster will see you now. Don't be nervous, he's such a nice man. He's offered to help me with my Latin studies whenever I need. I'm sure he isn't angry with you any more.' That doesn't seem likely, but you smile back anyway, leaving your seat and heading to the office.
You notice that the previous student has left the door ajar, so you walk right in, expecting the Housemaster to invite you to take a seat. Instead, he tuts loudly, eyeing you from behind his desk. 'We do not enter someone else's office without knocking. Go back outside and request entry, or I'll bend you over this desk, and give you the beating that you so clearly desire.' His tone is imperious and harsh. It excites you more than you'll ever care to admit.
You do as instructed, leaving his office and closing the door behind yourself. You knock three times, and patiently wait for him to grant you entry. 'Enter.' He calls out from the other side of the door. This exercise seems so futile, but you still don't wish to provoke him. Or do you…?
'No, you don't!' Your inner voice tells you. 'I don't care how sexy he is, or how frustrated you are. If he finds out you're a woman, you're in a whole heap of shit. So keep your head down and your legs crossed, and pray to God he doesn't stare at you for too long!' Your inner voice tends to give you pretty sound advice, so you decide to follow it, silently vowing to be a perfectly well-behaved pupil.
You walk in again, automatically closing the door behind yourself. 'There, that wasn't too hard, was it? I'll overlook that particular indiscretion, but I'll remind you that you're currently skating on very thin ice. Sit.' He gestures to the seat just on front of his desk, and you follow his instructions with as must haste as you can.
He looks down at a piece of paper in front of him, one that has your name on it. Well, not your real name, but the name your father had chosen to enrol you with. John Smithy. How utterly original. All the staff in this school really must be stupid…
Housemaster Michaelis picks up a quill, dips it in ink, then looks at you again. You lick you lips subconsciously, your body apparently determined to ignore your inner voice.
The Housemaster begins talking. 'So, Master Smithy, why don't you start by telling me why you're here at Weston Collage. What is it that you hope to gain from your time here?' That's a fairly standard question, one that doesn't ring any alarm bells.
You answer him honestly, ensuring that your voice is masculine in tone. 'I intend to take over my father's company when he retires.' Housemaster Michaelis nods, and begins to write something down on the paper before him. He seems to be writing far more than you've just said, which piques your curiosity. You'd try to read his writing, but refrain from doing so for fear of punishment.
When he finishes writing, he starts speaking to you again. 'What a remarkably clichéd answer. I was hoping for something a little more original, boy. Ah, such a pity. I doubt that there's much I can do for someone as plain and unambitious as you.' He's baiting you. He has to be. He's still fully determined to punish you. You won't allow yourself to fall for it.
You keep your voice deep and expression neutral as you reply. 'That's okay, sir. There are so many boys here, it seems a shame to waste your effort on me.' There, you bet he wasn't expecting that!
He smirks at you. 'There are indeed many boys here. However, as there is only one girl here, perhaps I should pay her special attention, after all.' Your blood runs cold; has he figured out your secret already? Impossible, he couldn't have! The people who have known you for the last seven years don't even know that! Maybe his eyes truly can see into your soul.
You decide to feign ignorance. 'But sir, this is an all-boys school. There aren't any girls here, that's against the rules.'
His smile is equal parts unnerving and arousing. It's the kind of grin that promises to devour you whole, yet silences any protests with the promise of pleasure. 'Lying now, are you? That's three strikes, and you know what that means. Bend over the desk and pull down your trousers and underwear. A good caning should sort you out.' This isn't happening. This isn't happening! Only, it really is happening. Well, unless you can stop it happening.
Housemaster Michaelis stands up, and produces a cane from under the desk. Has that been there this whole time? He really has been looking for a reason to punish you!
He begins walking over to your side of the desk. You stand automatically, trying to think of something to say to him. Will a simple apology suffice? Probably not. Teachers are well-known for never rescinding the threat of a physical punishment. If you were a boy, you'd take the punishment without a seconds thought, eager to be done with it. As you have just been exposed as a girl masquerading as a boy however, your position is slightly more precarious.
You blurt out the first thing that springs to mind. 'Please, sir, I'm sorry for lying. My father made me dress like this, made me pretend. Please don't tell anyone.' You don't know why you're even saying that. It's not like he's threatened to do such a thing, nor is it likely that your words will have any effect on him. He's a teacher, after all. He's obviously going to report you the moment he's through punishing you!
He seems to consider your words, absent-mindedly twirling the cane in his hands. He clearly thinks of something interesting, as he stops twirling and smirks at you. 'I think I have an idea that'll suit both of us. If you agree to take my punishment, I shall delay telling the Headmaster your secret for a while. I'll even be willing to throw in a little extra reward for you, if you take my punishment well enough. What do you say?' His offer sets your mind racing.
On the one hand, you don't like the idea of being blackmailed like this. If this were any other situation, you'd come clean yourself, if only to deny your blackmailer the satisfaction. Then again, this isn't any other situation, and you're not in a position to do such a thing. If you're exposed, you'll lose everything you've worked for these last few years. Not to mention the possible criminal charges that could be brought against you and your father. The shame of such a thing would almost certainly ruin your family…
On the other hand, this whole situation isn't quite as bad as it could be. After all, you've always secretly fantasised about being punished by a handsome teacher. This could the fulfilment of that fantasy, while also ensuring that your secret remains just that; a secret.
With that thought in mind, you give Housemaster Michaelis your answer. 'If I let you punish me, you truly promise not to tell the Headmaster about me?' You bite your bottom lip, trying to look both innocent and seductive at the same time.
He peers deep into your eyes. 'You have my word, and I never lie. Now, if would be so kind as to assume the position I mentioned earlier, we can get this over with quickly.
You do as instructed, pulling your entire bottom half down. You bend over the desk, and subconsciously spread your legs, trying to keep balance.
He gives you no warning before hitting you.
The first hit stings worse than you ever thought it would. You're finally beginning to understand why it's considered to be one of the most effect form of discipline in schools.
The second his also stings, but it brings with it a sensation you can't describe.
By the fifth hit, you figure out what that sensation is; arousal. Being punished is turning you on, just as it did when you fantasised about it.
When the seventh hit lands, you thank him for it. He gasps, caught off-guard by your comment.
The next hit is harder than any of the others. You love it.
He stops after the tenth. You can't contain the small whine that escapes your lips as he tells you what a good girl you've been, accepting your punishment so bravely.
His hands slips between your legs. You can hear how wet you are down there, his hand movements creating the most delightfully obscene noises you've ever heard in your life. He slips a finger inside of you, and you bite into your arm to stifle a moan.
Housemaster Michaelis grabs hold of your hair, and pulls it back, allowing the tail end of the moan to escape. He sneaks another finger into you as he starts speaking. 'If I can't here you, how will I know if you're enjoying your reward? Feeling your nice wet quim around my fingers is one thing, but hearing you is something else entirely. Tell me, has anyone ever taken you to bed?' It's really hard to focus on answering his question with him pleasuring you like this, but you give it your best try.
'No, si-ahh.' You let out another moan, and begin to feel your entire body heat up. Your breasts ache within the confines of their binding, practically begging to be released. You're not entirely sure what's happening to you, but you're loving every second of it.
Your Housemaster inserts a third finger, and brings his free hand around to toy with the little bundle of nerves a few inches above your opening. You've never had the guts to do that to yourself before now, which is something you regret immensely; it feels wonderful.
You barely hear his next words. 'My, how wonderful. To think that you're still pure, even after spending all this time around boys. It's enough to make me want to corrupt that purity, but I shan't. I want you to beg me to take your maidenhood from you, to fall onto your knees and plead with me until I finally agree to fulfilling your desire. You'll look so wonderful with me buried deep inside on you, finally discovering what it means to be a woman. I wonder if you've ever taken the time to try and discover that for yourself. If so, then I'm sure you know what you're body's about to do. If not, then I suggest you prepare yourself, for you are about to feel a pleasure that is unlike anything else in this world. It is called a climax, and you're going to love it.' He starts to move both of his hands faster, which seems to trigger something deep inside you. Your whole body goes ridged, as the pleasure the Housemaster spoke of washes over you, reducing all of your thoughts to nothing.
A cry escapes your lips, one you hope no one else hears. It's the most feminine sound you've ever made, and that makes you feel wonderful.
Eventually, the feeling of pleasure eases off, as does your Housemaster. He slowing removes his hands from you, licking them clean of your essence. You turn your head just in time to watch him do it, and the sight is almost enough to make you… what did he call it? 'Climax'? Again.
You begin to pull up your bottoms gingerly, keeping your eyes on his just to see if he'll berate you for doing so. He doesn't, so you figure it must be okay.
Your backside stings as you finally right yourself, the aftermath of the cane far more unpleasant than the actual caning. Still, you can't say you're too upset about it. It was totally worth it.
Housemaster Michaelis smiles at you, though the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. He speaks rather softly, which comes as a surprise, given the things he's just been saying to you. 'You took my punishment beautifully. Your secret is safe with me, for now at least. Why don't you go and clean yourself up? I'd hate to see one of my students walking around looking so unkempt. I shall undoubtedly see you again before the week is out. Dismissed.' He returns to his desk, leaving you to feel rather disoriented. You leave his office in a daze, desperately trying to figure out his last few sentences.
What does he mean when he says he'll keep your secret 'for now'? Does that mean he plans to tell someone in the future? And was his farewell just a farewell, or was it a promise of sorts, too?
You head to the showers, deciding to take Housemaster Michaelis' advice.
Today has certainly been interesting.