Chapter 8: Acceptance

The events of the last few days had wrought a profound change in Adam. He felt as if he had grown, physically as well as emotionally. The staff, with the exception of Barbara, openly flirted with him - and even Barbara spoke civilly to him. Jacqueline and Helen, in particular, made it abundantly clear that they were ready, willing and waiting any time he wanted. He knew he would, one day soon, take them up on their offer but, for now, he was revelling in his new sense of power - coming to terms with a new, dominant side of himself whose existence he had not been aware of before.

But it was with the girls that he wanted to fully establish his new dominance. Where, before, he had not been happy with his relationship with the girls, he now realised that he had been approaching the situation from the wrong direction. As he had not been aware of the true state of affairs this was hardly surprising. A throw-away comment of Anne's also stuck in his mind - that the girls expected a firm hand in the classroom.

The school grapevine did its job and word was soon around that he was an initiate. Almost instantly, a barrier of tension seemed to lift. Still, he wanted to make his mark, and his point, in his own way - and the 5th year were the key. So, the next time he had them, he made sure he was deliberately late. He walked in carrying a small rattan cane and, with a cheery, "Good morning, girls," perched himself on the edge of his desk, swinging one leg idly. He surveyed the five beautiful girls in front of him. They were still dressed in, for them, conservative school uniform and eyed him warily, wondering what devilry he was planning.

"The events of the last day or so have taught me a valuable lesson," he began. "And I hope you have learned one too. I understand that they were not entirely of your own making, however your punishment was entirely justified. I will not have my class disrupted and I will have no hesitation in punishing you even more severely if it happens again. Do I make myself clear?" There were nods all round.

"Good. In that case I would like to wipe the slate clean. Begin again, so to speak. Are you willing to do that?"

"In that case: I am Mr Hazel and I'm here to teach you maths and physics."

Miranda put her hand up.

"Yes, Miranda."

"Excuse me, sir. What exactly do you mean by 'beginning again'? Does it mean we're going right back to the beginning and we'll have to do the work all over again?"

He smiled. "No, Miranda, it doesn't. Let me ask you a question. Do you think my classes are good? Please be honest."

Miranda thought for a moment. "Well, sir, you explain things well and obviously know your stuff but... well, to be honest, sir, no." She flushed bright red.

He smiled encouragingly. "Thank you, Miranda. That was a very diplomatic answer. And to be honest with you - I agree completely."

The girls gasped in astonishment.

"It's a question of expectations. What you expected and what I delivered didn't match. So we didn't develop the right sort of relationship. It's that that I want to put right and start again. Are you with me?"

There were nods and approving murmurs.

"Good. Well, as I said my name is Mr Hazel and I'm here to teach you maths and physics. I find my subjects interesting and I hope to make you find them interesting too. To help, there are some ground rules for the classroom. You will listen to them carefully as I will expect to follow them to the letter.

"You will turn up on time with all the books and equipment you need for the lesson. You will complete all assigned tasks, including homework, promptly and fully. You will be courteous to me and your fellow pupils at all times. You may converse quietly with a neighbour provided I am not talking and you are not disturbing anybody else. You will sit upright with both hands on the desk and your knees apart. You will assume this position whenever you are not involved in some other task like writing. When moving around you will walk slowly with your head up and shoulders straight. When bending over, you will do so with straight legs and not squat - unless you are lifting something heavy. Finally - dress code. I understand that the you are accustomed to interpreting the school dress code, how shall I say it, quite liberally." He raised an eyebrow and was rewarded with a few stifled giggles. "That's fine with me. You may be as liberal in your interpretation as your imagination permits and your budget allows. Just bear in mind you have other classes as well as mine. All clear so far? "

Five pairs of eyes looked at each other in astonishment.

"I expect these rules to be obeyed at all times. If you transgress, I shall warn you once, maybe twice. I will not tell you off and I will not hand out punishment exercise. I may order detention - but I don't think you'll like my version if it. The most likely punishment will be several strokes with this." He held up the cane. "Very bad behaviour will merit a special punishment which I will decide at the time. Now, any questions?"

There was silence as the girls digested the new Adam Hazel. Finally, Veronica raised a tentative hand.

"Are we allowed to talk to you, sir, you know, to ask questions and things?"

"Good point, Veronica. Yes, if you want to ask a question, raise your hand. Or you may, discretely, get my attention. And I do mean discretely."

There were some more stifled giggles. He looked round. Already the girls seemed more alert.

"Okay, if everybody's happy, we'll begin today's lesson by sitting correctly." He waited until they had shuffled themselves into the correct posture.

"Knees apart, Zoë. Right, today we're going to continue with differentiation and how it can be applied..."

He repeated his little speech to each class that day. That evening he typed up his rules and pinned them on the walls of his classrooms. He didn't need to repeat his speech next day for the grapevine worked fast and every girl came in and sat down in the upright, hands on desk and knees apart posture he had demanded. At they were wary and watchful. They continued to dress soberly - at least compared with previously. He was puzzled by this until it dawned on him that he was now an unknown factor. He had been given absolute power over them - power to use them or abuse them as he wished - and they were waiting to see how he would use it. He stuck to his rules, being rather lenient, in fact, with only the occasional smack with the crop on a wrist or bottom to remind them.

The first serious incident occurred towards the end of the week - and, of course, it was the 5th year. Zoë Hunter, a dark-haired girl with sly, cat-like, green eyes, took exception at some remark made by Felicia and swore at her. There was suddenly utter silence in the class and all eyes turned to Adam. Zoë's eyes widened in horror as she realised what she had said.

For a moment, Adam regarded her calmly.

"Stand up, Zoë," he said in a mild voice.

The horrified girl rose slowly to her feet.

"Would you like to repeat what you just said?"

"No, sir."

"Why not, Zoë?"

"Because... Because they weren't very nice, sir."

"No, they weren't, were they. Why did you say them?"

"Because... Because Felicia annoyed me, sir."

"Felicia annoyed you? So you swore at her."

"Yes, sir."

"That wasn't very clever, was it?"

"No, sir."

"So what do you think you should do now?"

"Don't know, sir."

"You don't know? Perhaps you should come here and I'll tell you what you should do."

Reluctantly, Zoë walked to the front of the class, her head hung low.

"Turn round, raise your skirt and lean on the desk." Adam took his cane and swished it.

"Put your feet apart and look at me, Zoë. I'm going to give you ten strokes and, with each one, you are going to say 'I'm sorry Felicia for swearing at you'. Do you understand, Zoë?" The girl nodded. There was a collective gasp from the other girls. "When I am finished, you will thank me very nicely and we will say no more about it. Up on your tiptoes. Quickly, now." He moved to the front of the desk and delicately appraised Zoë's firm young bottom clad in white, satin panties. He raised the crop and brought it down on the exposed cheeks with a vigorous 'whack'.

"Owww," cried Zoë as the pain arced through her bottom. "I... I'm sorry, Felicia, for swearing at you."

He landed a second blow.

"Ohhhhh... that's sore," Zoë cried. "Oh. I'm sorry, Felicia, for swearing at you."

He laid on the strokes slowly and deliberately, giving Zoë plenty of time to anticipate the next jolt of agony. Tears coursed from the girl's eyes and she bounced on her toes from foot to foot, her bottom cheeks jiggling, as a blaze of fire flooded through her body. But she, somehow, remembered to apologise after every stroke. After the final stroke, Adam folded down her skirt and dropped the cane on the desk.

"You may stand, Zoë."

Wincing, the girl straightened. She looked at him directly through tear- stained eyes and said, with utter sincerity, "Thank you, Mr Hazel, for spanking me."

"Good girl, Zoë," Adam said. "You may return to your seat."

"Thank you, sir, but I'd rather stand." She gave a small, wry grin.

Adam glanced at his watch. "It's nearly bell time. Do you want to go to see Miss Thomson?"

"No, sir, thank you."

"OK." He glanced around the room. Four glowing faces and four pairs of bright eyes regarded him. Felicia, in particular, was staring open-mouthed. He cleared his throat and continued the lesson as if the interruption had never occurred.

When the bell rang, the girls left the classroom with less fuss and clatter than usual. Zoë hung back.

"Ah, Zoë," he said as he became aware of her presence. "Are you OK?" Zoë fidgeted, looking down at her foot as it toyed with some imaginary pebble.

"Yes, sir," she said in subdued voice. Then, taking a deep breath, she looked up at him. "I just wanted to say... that is... "she touched his arm lightly. "If you wanted to... outside class... I mean... I wouldn't mind."

A slow smile spread across Adam's face as he realised what she was offering. He gently cupped her chin and tilted her head up.

"Zoë," he said sincerely, looking deep into her eyes, "I'm deeply touched by your offer and I promise you I'll take you up on it very soon. Thank you."

The girl stretched up and kissed his cheek, her face aflame. "Thank you, sir." She whirled out of his grasp and was gone.

He was now in a slight quandary. He wanted to take Zoë up on her offer. On the other hand, he realised that he really lusted after Felicia. He wanted her to be the first - the thought of her full, round bottom exposed for a spanking was exceedingly arousing. And then, afterwards... He carefully steered his thoughts away from afterwards. But after Felicia, he wanted them all. He wanted Melanie and Victoria and Leonie and Carol and little Aimee. He wanted to kiss them and spank them and lick them and beat them and shove his cock deep into their hot, teenage pussies. But he knew, subconsciously, that there were protocols to be observed, forms to be observed. In short, he didn't want to make a fool of himself.

He was still pondering at dinner.

"Penny for them," said Jacqueline.

"Hmmm? Sorry, I was just thinking."

"You were miles away. Problems?"

He looked up at her, admiring the air of smouldering sensuality she always seemed to display.

"In a way. Look, can I ask you something. It seems a bit foolish, but... "

"Ask away," Jacqueline smiled encouragingly.

"Well, now I've been sort of... "

"Initiated?"

"Yes, that. Well, to put it bluntly, suppose I wanted to give one of the girls a private encounter. How do I go about it?"

Jacqueline laughed, then stopped abruptly when she saw his face. "Sorry. I didn't mean that. Of course you wouldn't know. I laughed because it's so simple - you just tell the girl or girls where to be and when and what to wear. And they turn up - if they know what's good for them."

"But that's just it! What to wear. What to do. I mean, I've never been in a situation like this before and there must be... ways of going about it. I can't just take them off to my apartment and screw the arse off them, can I?"

Jacqueline looked thoughtful. "Well, I suppose you could if you wanted to," she smiled and touched his hand. "But that wouldn't be much fun in the long run. Hmmm. Are you free this evening?"

"Yes, why?"

"I think I can help. Come over to my place about 8 and bring a bottle of wine. We'll share a drink and I'll give you a few trade secrets."

"I will, thanks."

Jacqueline answered his ring in a very short, royal blue satin mini-dress with a plunging neckline that left half her breasts exposed, and a matching sleeveless jacket. She had a choker of the same vivid blue around her neck. The dress clung to every lush curve of her body. Her hair had been back-combed to frame her face and a pair of long, silver ear-rings dangled from her ears.

"You look stunning," said Adam, admiringly.

"Thank you. Come on in."

The living room lights were dim and there was low music playing on the music centre. It was a scene set for seduction and Adam felt a small stirring in his cock at the thought of what he hoped would be the end result of this evening. Jacqueline busied herself with bottles and glasses.

"Now," she said, handing him a glass and sitting down on the settee, half- turned to face him. "I've been giving your, er, problem some thought. You were right, earlier, when you said that there was a way of going about taking girls for a private session. It's all so familiar, now, that we don't think about it but your comment made me think. There are certain... rituals, I suppose, that must be followed. I take it you don't know much about bondage and domination?"

"No." Adam was startled. "I've never been into that sort of thing."

"What you need is some basic ideas. You need to know the limits - how far you can go. And you need to know a bit about the psychology of submissives."

"It all sounds very complicated."

"Don't sound so worried," Jacqueline laughed. "It's one situation where learning is fun. There are plenty of books and videos on the subject. However, first off, we're not into heavy bondage - we don't truss them in ropes or hang them form hooks or put them in cages. I suppose you'd call what we do 'mild restraint' - handcuffs and hobbles and blindfolds - that sort of thing. The second thing, as Anne's probably already told you, is that we're not into sadism. At the far end of the spectrum, the causing of pain itself becomes the turn-on. Our motto is 'pleasure in pain and pain in pleasure'. The pain enhances the sex. D'you see what I mean."

"Yes, I do. That's the bit that really turns me on. The sensations I felt at my 'initiation' were absolutely incredible."

"Exactly. Keep that in mind and you won't go far wrong. But, enough of the lecture. I've got some videos you should see."

She pressed a button on a remote control and the TV sprung to life. The video showed a severe-looking woman dressed in a tight, black short leather skirt and leather jacket cinched tightly at the waist. Her dark hair was pulled back from her face and tied in a tight bun. She was lecturing a young girl, dressed as a maid, for some misdemeanour. The girl hung her head submissively as the woman admonished her. The woman announced that the girl's behaviour is unacceptable and needed to be punished. The scene cut to another room. The girl had lost her uniform and was dressed only in black stockings and high- heeled pumps. She was bent double with her wrists tied to her ankles, bottom high in the air. The woman had shed her jacket and her large, round breasts were heightened and emphasised by a leather harness. She took a short whip and proceeded to lay fierce strokes on the girl's up-raised bottom. The girls screamed and howled as the lash bit into her tender skin. The woman's breasts bounced around unrestrainedly as she laid into her recalcitrant maid.