Academic Discipline

Your ass jiggles from the impact of the paddle as Mr. Croft sneers, “This feel good to you girls, huh?” Esti and Briella, two other students, are in the same position as you with their wrists tied above their head while kneeling on a leather couch in a private study located at the back of your school, Fort High.

You don’t know how you got lumped into this, and tears billow from your eyes at the sting in your skin.

“You think it’s fun humiliating, bullying others just because you can? Well, you know the saying. What comes around goes around.” He smacks Esti’s ass next, her protests unheard.

Briella threatens, “I-I’ll tell the school about this! You’ll be fired! My daddy will make sure of it!” Yet Mr. Croft just rolls his eyes before paddling between her inner thighs, making her cry out with a blush. He shoves a gag past her lips.

“Air’s not meant to be wasted, so why don’t you just shut the fuck up, bitch?,” He nonchalantly mocks. There’s a rolling camera that’s recording with another one snapping pictures.

From what you know, Esti and Briella have been picking on one of the male students, Nyx Maury. He’s a shy, sweet boy who doesn’t speak much. You’ve always treated him well enough… then again, you haven’t exactly intervened to help. But that’s only because you never realized the extent of their torment. They physically beat him up and wrote on him, as well as taking photos as evidence and for blackmail. Mr. Croft got his hands on all of that somehow, eradicating it from the earth.

As for why you’re here, though, you can only guess that Mr. Croft saw you with Esti and Briella, thinking you were a part of their group.

Your wrists ache in the harsh twine digging into your fair skin as tears drip down your cheeks. Yet even if the school did know about this, you don’t think anything would actually get done. After all, Mr. Croft, with his unethical ways, has cleaned up this school to where it’s unrecognizable.

The door opening, Nyx Maury, with his quiet, yet low voice starts, “You wanted to see me Mr. Croft-“ He cuts himself off when he sees you three in your positions, with your shirts torn open at your breasts and skirts hitched over your waists.

“Ah, there’s my favorite student. Come in, Nyx, we’re just having a little chat about respect. Isn’t that right, bitch?” He smacks Briella’s ass again.

Nyx, shocked, drops his books, yet, after a moment, he creeps forward. “Mr. Croft, w-what is this?!” When he looks at you, his pupils dilate, though he tries to hide it.

Mr. Croft huffs, “These girls aren’t going to be a problem any further. In fact, they’re going to apologize like the proper whores they are and for make up for their behaviors for the rest of the year.” He grabs Esti’s hair and yanks it back. She screams out as he lowly hums, “They understand if they don’t, all this footage may get leaked on the school newsletter.”

He then raises his paddle and smacks it against your ass once more. Nyx flinches, yet his bulge tents at the sight. “Why is she here? She’s never done anything like those two.”

Mr. Croft takes a moment to ponder this before justifying, “Well that’s just it, she didn’t do anything.” The truth is, Mr. Croft did believe you’d also hurt Nyx with Esti and Briella, but even if you didn’t, you were still an accomplice by hanging out with them while doing nothing to stop their abuse. “Besides, three bitches are better than two,” he chuckles with a gleam in his eye.

Nyx knows better than to go against Mr. Croft’s plans, and, to be honest, he can’t deny it would be nice making Briella and Esti, two popular cheerleaders, doing his homework, coddling him in the halls, and carrying his stuff like two servants. But you… you’re the one that dark images fill his mind with. He’s not attracted to Esti and Briella like the football players or athletes, but you’ve always been kind to him at least.

“Why don’t I leave you to your women,” Mr. Croft chuckles after handing Nyx the paddle. “I’ll be in my office. Enjoy them, boy.” With that, Mr. Croft leaves.