Private School Discipline

She blushed at his question as she thought she knew in what sense he meant it.

- "I don't think we should talk about this... Sir."

She said softly, trying not to offend him as there was still the risk of Alex being expelled. The truth was that her husband had little to tell his friends, unless it was to complain. She had married him for his money, he had married her for her looks. Sex was not really a subject of interest.

- "I thought you were going to teach me about discipline, Sir."
 
"I will be the one that decides what we should and should not talk about. That was your first mistake. Don't make another one. We will discuss whatever the fuck I want to discuss, and you will be open and honest with me. Am I clear?"

With that, he grabbed a handful of her hair and leaned her head back. He moved his face within inches of hers. "Don't fuck this up. You know if your little boy gets expelled you run the risk of losing everything. Hubby will not be happy with you not being able to keep him in MY school."
 
She tried to make herself small when he raised his voice and yelped when he grabbed her hair. It was hurting her and made her feel very well that he indeed was the one in charge.

- "I am sorry Sir. I won't fuck up."

She quickly said, really not happy with the way he held her hair and positioned her head.
 
"I am glad to hear that. Now, remember what I said.... every time that you or kid fucks up, it is going to be you that receives the consequences. I am sure, by now, that you understand that the consequences are going to be much better than you thought when I first mentioned it to you."

He released her hair and went and sat behind his desk. "Now, get out of my office. Your next lesson will be tomorrow night. If I were you, I would have a long talk with that kid of yours about how he should act in school. Hopefully, your next lesson will not involve any consequences for Alex's actions in school tomorrow. Have a good night."
 
Quickly she got up and left his office. It wasn't until she got to her car that she cried about the situation she found herself in. Her knees felt sore from sitting on them and her head hurt from the way he had pulled on her hair. She really wished Alex wouldn't give any more reason for punishment.

After ten minutes or so she started her car and drove home. Again she didn't tell anything to her husband, but the next day she told Alex very firmly that he had to behave at school. He didn't seem to care much however and she could only hope that he listened.
 
The next day was a rather uneventful day at Pilgrim. There were no instances of inappropriate behavior, and there was no reason to call the Wellington's about a problem with their son. This was rather typical of Alex's behavior, though. He would usually fly under the radar for a while after his mother had to come into school.

After school let out, John took care of all of the end of the day tasks that needed to be attended to. He had his secretary leave the door to his office open when she left. As it got closer to 6 he wondered if Mrs. Wellington would show up, or if the previous night had been more than she was capable of handling.
 
Erica indeed had some doubts, but knew that her son would be kicked from Pilgrim if she didn't go so 5 minutes before six she arrived at the headmaster's office again. She walked into the office and then knelt down on the same spot she had been the previous day. She again wore a long blouse, but this time she wore pants under it.

She didn't know what to say, so instead she stayed quiet and waited for him to speak.
 
John got up and walked around her slowly. "We'll, your outfit tonight is disappointing. I do not believe it is appropriate for you to wear pants here. Don't let it happen again."

He continued to walk around her. Then, he stood in front of her and said, "the first lesson tonight is going to be one that will be hard for you and will push your limits. Let's see how well you do."

He leaned down and unbuttoned the first button of her blouse. He looked into her eyes for reaction. Then he undid the next one. Again, he waited for a reaction. Then he undid a third button. He stood up, "you will not have any blouses or tops on that are not unbuttoned, or cut at least this low when you come in here."
 
She swallowed as he started to unbutton her blouse and very much worried about what he would do, but she was wise enough to stay quiet about it. Under her blouse she was wearing a plain white bra.

She didn't like the idea of him deciding what she could and couldn't wear and in what way, but as long it stayed to that.. it was much better than having Alex expelled.
 
John stood in front of her again. He could tell how uneasy she was. He smiled at her as he lifted her chin. As soon as he was certain they made eye contact, he allowed his eyes to move to her cleavage. He wanted her to be sure that he was checking out her firm tits.

He caressed her cheek again. "I believe that you are going to be a great student. There is something else that I believe. Despite the way that I am sure that you feel right now, I believe you are going to enjoy your lessons. In fact, I believe that there will come a time where you want to come more often than we schedule. You are going to be teacher's pet. In fact, that is what I am going to call you from now on.......pet."
 
A red blush spread over her cheeks as she saw him check out her breasts. She knew men liked her breasts and sometimes she indeed dressed in a way that would turn a few heads, but that was quite different from this situation.

Erica very much doubted his words that she would enjoy it. With the way he was checking her out and touched her, she started to fear what else would follow. She wasn't sure how far she would go to keep Alex on Pilgrim. There were things that only belonged to her husband and there were things she wouldn't even do for him. But she also feared to fail him.
 
"I see the doubt in your eyes pet. I can see how this is all running through your head. You have your doubts about what I am saying to you. What you have to understand, however, is that discipline involves all of the senses. It also is physical, mental and emotional. If you are not fully committed to it there will be no discipline, and, trust me pet, there is going to be discipline."

Me moved his thumb from her cheek and ran it along her lips...parting them slightly. Then he moved his hand to her throat. He didn't grab it hard, but his fingers were wrapped loosely around it. Then his fingers moved to her chest. He wanted to see how close she would allow his fingers to get to her cleavage before she flinched.
 
The closer his fingers got to her chest, the less Erica found herself breathing. She was nervous and it was impossible for her to hide that. The headmaster was indeed treating her like some animal, the way he seemed to inspect her.

- "Please..."

She finally pleaded when his fingers got too close to her breasts to her liking. Her husband was the only male that had touched her breasts.
 
He stopped, but he did not remove his fingers. They remained on her chest very close to her firm tits. John smiled at her; knowing just how uncomfortable she was. "You see pet....discipline is not concerned with whether or not the person being disciplined is comfortable. Discipline involves making sure that the person does exactly as you expect them to do. That is your problem with your little brat of a kid. You are more concerned with how he feels, and less concerned with him doing what he is supposed to do."

He kept his hand on her chest and with the other hand he took one of hers and he helped her to her feet. "Ordinarily, that would be the end of your lesson for tonight. Yes, it is a brief one, but it should get the initial point across. However, you made one big mistake tonight. When you wanted me to stop you only said please. You did not say Sir. For that there are consequences."

John removed his fingers from her chest and led her over to his desk. Quietly, but sternly he said to her, "bend over my desk and press your firm tits tight to my desk." He waited for her to comply. "Do not make a sound" When she bent over his desk, he smacked her ass hard through her pants with his bare hand. He waited for a second and repeated the smack four more times with a pause between each smack.

"It is time for you to go..... See you tomorrow night."
 
She realized he was right, that she hadn't called him sir, but how could he expect her to focus on that when he was touching her with his fingers. But she didn't complain, instead her red blush darkened even further when he told her to bend over his desk. She was shocked when he actually spoke of her breasts.

Somehow she managed to keep quiet as he hit her behind. She was happy her clothes softened the blows a bit for she didn't think she would have been able to keep quiet otherwise.

When he told her that he would see her tomorrow night, she grew even more nervous what would happen then. Yet she knew she would be here again and hurried out of his office and went to her car.
 
John was surprised at how aroused he felt after Mrs. Wellington left his office. She was very attractive, and had a killer body, but he had never thought of her in that light before. Her unbuttoned blouse and his hand smacking her ass had his blood flowing.

He picked up his briefcase and headed out of the school. He saw her driving away as he left the building. What would he have for her tomorrow. A lot of that depended on her son. The lesson would be interesting no matter what her little brat did tomorrow.
 
The painful sensation to her behind luckily quickly passed and although Erica had no idea if the headmaster had left red spots on her flesh, she didn't worry too much about Howard finding out. They shared the same bed, but that was about all their nights entailed. It wasn't until she arrived back at her home that Erica realized some of the buttons of her blouse were still open and she quickly changed that.

The next day she again told Alex to behave, and again the boy hardly seemed to pay attention to her words. She wasn't sure yet how to change his behaviour. He might listen more to Howard but she hadn't told her husband of the thread of Alex being expelled, so she would have to find a way for that.

It was a long day but eventually it was time again to head to the school. She remembered to wear a skirt again, sadly not one that made it all the way to her knees, and another blouse. Before entering the office she opened a few buttons, already blushing with the feeling of humiliation it brought.
 
When she entered his office, he had a pillow on the floor in front of his desk. When she went over and kneeled on it, John walked behind her and closed and locked the door. Then he moved over to her. Looked her over, and commented, " you look very good tonight pet. Your outfit is much better than last night. In fact, you look real fucking hot." He stroked her hair to let her know that she had done well.

"So, tell me pet, have you learned anything about how to discipline your son based off of your first two lessons with me? Have you made him uncomfortable yet?" He had a feeling that he knew the answer was no, but he wanted her to say it. She was learning how to be a good pet, but she did not yet understand how to. Make it translate to her brat.
 
Erica was both surprised and happy to see the pillow on the floor and indeed knelt down onto the pillow. The comments the headmaster made however, quickly diminished the happiness she felt, as did his touch.

- "I don't think so... Sir."

She answered honestly.

- "I find it difficult to find a way to discipline him.

She admitted.
 
"Tell me pet, have I made you uncomfortable? I am certain that I have, and every time you have felt uncomfortable and been given instructions, you have followed those instructions to the letter. Don't you think there is a way you could do that to your precious little Alex?"

He moved around in front of her and undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse. He felt her breathing slow. He removed the blouse from her body and laid it over the back of a chair...leaving her in her bra and skirt kneeling before him. She looked delicious kneeling there.
 
Erica nodded in response to his comment about making her uncomfortable. She just wasn't sure how she could bring herself to make things similar on her son, who seemed less motivated to stay out of trouble.

She mostly watched his hand rather than his eyes as he worked on her remaining buttons and removed her blouse. Again the bra was plain and boring and not at all meant to arouse him.

She shivered slightly as the cool air brushed over her skin and hoped the lesson would soon be over.

- "I have told him to behave. But I am not sure if he listens. Maybe Howard..."

She spoke.
 
"This has nothing to do with your husband, pet. This is about you. You are the one who needs to discipline the child. Your husband only cares about how you and your son reflect on him. Nothing else."

He placed his hands on her shoulders and his fingers ran over the strap of her bra. Then he moved his fingertips down her arms before stepping back from her. "You don't understand that you mean nothing to your husband except that you are a trophy. Something for him to show off. You need to learn what true discipline is, and be able to use it on your son."

He moved back and sat on the edge of the desk in front of her. "Damn, you are beautiful, and your body is incredible. It is such a shame that your husband doesn't take advantage of everything that you have to offer him. Isn't it pet?"
 
Again she shivered, but this time from his touch and her nerves as his fingers moved over the strap of her bra. She wasn't sure what business it was of this man what played between her and her husband. She was happy when he took some distance from her again.

- "Yes, I need to learn about discipline"

She answered, trying to ignore the things he said about her and her husband to the best of her ability without trying to upset the headmaster.

- "Sir."

She then quickly added as she realized she once again had forgotten that word. She wasn't sure how to respond to his last question so she stayed quiet.
 
"You know that you need discipline, yet, you choose to ignore a question that I asked you. I know what is going through your head. You are wondering what my questions have to do with discipline. They have everything to do with discipline. The fact that you chose not to answer means that you are having doubts about what we are doing. Assume your position across my desk pet."

He waited for her to assume the position bent over his desk. He wanted to see how committed she really was. She appeared to be having some second thoughts, and he wanted to make sure that she was going to go through with it, because right where her face would be when she bent over his desk were expulsion papers with Alex Wellington typed on the name line.
 
It was one thing to bend over his desk with an half open blouse, it was different to do so in just her bra. Still she did as he had said and bent over for him. Erica was shocked to see the papers for her son on the desk.

- "Please... you said he could stay..."

She said and turned her head towards him without straightening again.
 
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