TRISHA AND THE ACADEMY

Part 1 – Introduction

     Trisha was so worried.  Semester report cards were coming out today, and she knew that she was going to be in trouble.  She just didn’t know to what extent. In the past, she had always been able to talk her way out of any trouble with her dad.  After all, she was “Daddy’s Little Princess”.  And, although daddy would get pissed off at her at times, all she had to do was pout, cry a few tears, give daddy a big hug while telling him how sorry she was, and then, after promising to be a good girl, daddy would relent and Trisha would go about her merry way. 

     Trisha had been a good little girl until she hit here teen years, and then things gradually started going downhill.  Her “straight A’s” turned into B’s and C’s; then to C’s and D’s; and finally to D’s and F’s.  She though back on when she had come home drunk when she was 14, and daddy had grounded her for a month.  But, after two days, daddy forgave her and she was again able to do as she pleased.  At 15, she and several friends were arrested for possession of weed while smoking in the parking lot of the local K-Mart.  Even though the arresting officer had told daddy that the kids had been arrested in Trisha’s new Mustang GT daddy had bought her for her 15th birthday, she convinced daddy that she was just an innocent victim. 

     However, last summer, daddy finally decided that he had enough, and he had to take strong measures or his little darling would ruin her life, by either getting pregnant, flunking out of school, becoming addicted to drugs and alcohol, or, all of the above.  The final straw came when one of the local deputy sheriff’s had called him to come pick up his daughter at the county sheriff’s department.  The deputy relayed to daddy how he had caught Trisha at the local state park in a van with two college boys.  The deputy explained that when he peered into the van with his flashlight, Trisha was naked in the back of the van giving one of the boys a blowjob while the other boy was fucking her from behind.  The deputy found pot, alcohol, pills, and along with four used condoms, and Trisha had registered .19 on the breathalyzer.  This time, when Trisha pleaded with daddy that the older boys had drugged her and taken advantage of her, her pleas fell on deaf ears with daddy.  The next fall at the beginning of her junior year in high school, daddy sent Trisha off to Saint John’s Catholic Academy for Wayward Girls.

     The Academy had a superb reputation for rescuing troubled young ladies and getting them on the road to becoming successful women.  It was a very exclusive and very expensive school, with tuition starting at $45,000 per semester.  But, money was never a problem, as daddy was the most successful criminal defense lawyer in the State of Georgia.  And, although Trisha had dreaded being sent to a Catholic girl’s school, at least daddy had not left her penniless.  He had sent her off to school with a new wardrobe, new cell phone, new flat screen TV, and, last but not least, a brand new BMW convertible that reflected her status in Atlanta.  Life might be hard at this new school, but at least she would have all of her “toys” and daddy had agreed to give her a monthly spending allowance of $3000 per month.  And, the girl’s uniforms at the Academy were kind of cute and sexy, with their sheer white blouses and skimpy short plaid skirts.  And, as it turned out, Saint Marks Academy for Boys was just a half mile down the road.

     Daddy, on the other hand, prayed that Saint John’s could straighten his daughter out.  He and Trisha’s mom had divorced when she was nine, and, being the reputable lawyer he was, close friends with the judge, he was granted the marital home and full custody of Trisha.  Trisha’s mom, when she realized that she had lost everything in the divorce, took off with her biker boyfriend she had been fucking, and headed to California.  So, for the past 7 years, it had just been Trisha and daddy.  Trisha, being an only child, and daddy, feeling guilty about the divorce, compelled daddy to give Trisha anything and everything her little heart desired.  In short, Trisha was spoiled rotten and use to getting her way.

     Daddy was very impressed with the Academy.  He was extremely impressed with the Academy’s principal, Mr. Fortune.  Mr. Fortune showed daddy that he ran a stern ship at the Academy, and students either performed to the top of their abilities, or, if they could not be corrected with the proper discipline, they were expelled and sent to reform school.  Now, in her senior year at the Academy, the day of reckoning had come for Trisha.   

Part 2 – The Agreement

     The announcement came over the intercom – “Trisha Johnson, please report to Principal Fortune’s office, immediately, after school.”  The last two classroom periods seem to go by as slow as a river of molasses.  Then, the final bell of the day rang, and Trisha slowly rose from her seat to make the long walk down the hall and up the two flights of stairs to Mr. Fortune’s office.  As she climbed the stairs, her heart raced so hard that she thought it was going to jump out of her chest.  She could hardly breathe as she knocked on Principal Fortune’s large oak door. 

     “Come in”, she heard a deep, staunch voice direct, and slowly she opened the door and entered the large and old Victorian office.  Mr. Fortune was seated behind his huge antique desk reviewing some papers when Trisha walked in.  Mr. Fortune raised his eyes over the rims of his glasses and firmly stated, “Miss Johnson, sit down.”  Nervously, Trisha sat down in wooden chair directly in front of the desk, crossing her legs and anxiously trying to pull her short skirt down. For what seemed like an eternity, Mr. Fortune never even looked up to acknowledge her, but kept working at the papers on his desk.  Then, finally, after Trisha had begun sweating, Mr. Fortune removed his glasses and looked directly into her eyes.  “Miss Johnson, we have a very serious problem on our hands.  I received your progress report today, and, to put it bluntly, it is disgraceful. You have two D’s and three F’s, and your home room teacher, Mrs. Walker, advises me that you have 6 demerits this semester, twice as many as any other student in the senior class.  What do you have to say for yourself?”

     Trisha nervously adjusted herself in her chair, and she was shaking as she tried to talk. I…I…uh…am sorry Mr. Fortune.  It’s just that this semester has been so hard on me, being away from home and

Uh….uh….feeling the pressure of my senior year and all….I promise that I will do better.”

     Mr. Fortune shook his head.  “Anything else, Miss Johnson?  Any other excuses? Tears began to well up in Trisha’s eyes.  No…No sir, Mr. Fortune.” 

     “Well then, what are we to do Miss Johnson?  We clearly have a dilemma here.  Your are flunking out of school, you have the most demerits in the entire student body, and, to make matters worse, 4 or the 6 demerits are for smoking pot, drinking alcohol, using extremely foul language, and slipping out of the dorm after hours to, shall we say, converse with the boys at Saint Marks.  I don’t see where I have much discretion with you .  Under the rules of the Academy, I have no choice but to call you father, expel you, and send you to the reform school in Augusta. “

     Trisha started crying uncontrollably. “ No, Mr. Fortune, please I beg you….don’t expel me….don’t call my daddy.  I am so sorry….I will do better, I promise.  Please…Just give me one more chance….I will do whatever you tell me to do….just please don’t expel me and call daddy.”

     Mr. Fortune leaned back in his chair staring deep into Trisha’s eyes, as if he were analyzing the very thoughts in her brain.  “I don’t know Miss Johnson.  For conduct this poor, even severe discipline is insufficient.  I just don’t see any alternative but expulsion. Your conduct here is the worse I have seen in the past three years at the Academy.  And not only that, Miss Johnson, but I am informed by others here that you are nothing more than a little rich, spoiled slut, who likes nothing better that to engage in fornication and  conduct becoming of a whore.  Is this correct, Miss Johnson, are you a little fornicating whore?  And before you answer, remember, I will NOT tolerate any more lies and deceit.”

     For the first time in her life, Trisha was truly at a loss for words.  She didn’t see herself as a slut or whore, but there was no denying that she liked to have sex.  It gave her a feeling of power and control, and when she was fucking a man, she was in control.  Men had always been putty in her hands, and she knew it.  But this time, she was not in control.  Mr. Fortune held all of the aces and Trisha knew it.  Finally, speaking through her tears, she said “I have had sex, Mr. Fortune, but I am not a whore or a slut.” 

     Mr. Fortune simply replied, “Well, we will see about that.”  Then he picked up his phone and began dialing.  When a voice answered on the other end of the line, Mr. Fortune asked, “Is Mr. Johnson in?  This is Principal Fortune of the Wayward Girls Academy.”

“NOOOOOOO!!” Trisha screamed.  “For God’s sake, please don’t talk to daddy.  Please Mr. Fortune, I am willing to do anything, just please don’t tell my daddy about this!!”

     Mr. Fortune held the phone in his hand as he once more starred into Trisha’s pretty blue eyes in silence.  With sobbing tears, Trisha pleaded one last time, “I beg you Mr. Fortune, pleeeeaaassse hang up the phone.  I will do whatever it takes to make things right!!”

     Mr. Fortune slowly got up from his chair and told Mr. Johnson’s secretary on the other end, “Tell Mr. Johnson that I will get back with him later.”  Then he hung up the phone.  Trisha breathed a sigh of relief.  But the relief was short-lived.  Mr. Fortune slowly walked around the desk and pulled another chair up directly in front of Trisha.  He placed his hand on Trisha’s thigh and demanded, “Look at me Miss Johnson!  Trisha gradually raised her head from her hands and looked at the principal.

     Mr. Fortune took his handkerchief from his pocket and gently dried the tears from Trisha’s face. Then he leisurely slid his hand up Trisha’s thigh and under her dress.  “Miss Johnson, perhaps we could come to an agreement that would please us both… that is, if you truly mean what you say, and you are willing to do whatever I demand throughout your remaining tenure at the Academy.  Trisha was trembling now,  as Mr. Fortune’s finger began softly caressing the outline of Trisha’s panties.  “Are you willing to be my devoted young slave, willing to obey my every command without hesitation?  Trisha was shaking uncontrollably now, and once more she was sobbing.  A million thoughts seemed to race through her mind in a matter of seconds.  If she agreed what would Mr. Fortune demand of her?  With Mr. Fortune’s finger now outlining her vagina, she knew that if she agreed, his demands would clearly be sexual. 

     Mr. Fortune withdrew his hand and stood up.  Changing to a firm voice, he said, “Miss Johnson, I am an extremely busy man, and I intend to get this matter resolved immediately.  So, what will it be – expulsion and reform school with all being explained to your father in a conference with me?  Or, for the remaining few months you are here, you will be my slave, submitting to all of my commands?  As he again placed his hand on the phone, he said, “You have 60 seconds to decide.”

     Trisha’s breathing was rapid and shallow now, and she thought she would faint from fear.  What should she do?  “You have 20 seconds left, Miss Johnson….19…18….17….16…15.  He picked up the phone and began to dial…10…9…8…7…6….

     “NO….STOP….PUT THE PHONE DOWN….PPLLEEASEE….I’LL DO IT” cried Trisha. 

     “Do what?”  asked Mr. Fortune.

      “I will do whatever you tell me to do.”  sighed Trisha.

      “And, what will you be to me?”

      “I will be your devoted slave.”

     “And you will immediately and willingly submit to all of my commands, without question and without hesitation?” 

     “Yes.” Replied Trisha.

     “Yes what?”  Mr. Fortune sternly asked.

     “Yes…Master.”

     “Very well then” answered Mr. Fortune, “It appears we have reached an Agreement.”

     “Yes, Master.” cried Trisha.

Part 3 – The Initiation

     “Slave, stand up and remove your panties…NOW!” demanded Mr. Fortune.  “You have been a very naughty young lady.  And for that you will be punished.”  Trisha just stood there, in shock.  “MOVE…NOW…You have already added 5 lashes, and for each second you waste, another will be added.”  Trisha was quickly brought back to reality and hurriedly removed her panties. 

     “Hand them to me.”

     “Yes…Sir” Trisha replied, handing her white lace panties to Mr. Fortune.

Mr. Fortune took the panties from Trisha and commanded, “Now, bend over the desk and spread your legs!” Trisha started to hesitate, but then she remembered the 5 extra lashes that had already been ordered.  She leaned over the large walnut desk and spread her legs.  She quivered knowing the only thing barely covering her sex was the short plaid skirt.  Mr. Fortune walked around the desk and Trisha started to look up.  “Head down!” admonished Mr. Fortune.  She heard him open a desk drawer, and when she peered up, she saw the Mr. Fortune was holding a cane. 

     “Miss Johnson, you are going to be disciplined.  I will start out with 20 lashes from the cane, plus the additional 5 lashes for your earlier disrespect in not promptly complying with my command.  Your head is to remain forward and down, and your arms are not to lift from the desk.  Any failure to obey these instructions to the letter will add 10 additional lashes for each offense.”

     Trisha was terrified.  No one had ever spanked her before, even her father, and she did not know what to expect.  She could hardly breathe as she heard Mr. Fortune walk across the old wooden floor to a position behind her.  He was tapping the can against his hand as he walked, taking his time to increase the anticipation in Trisha’s mind.  Mr. Fortune slowly slid the cane under Trisha’s skirt and then lifted it up onto her back, fully exposing her ass and pussy.  Mr. Fortune then tapped the inside of Trisha’s thighs, “Spread you legs wider to allow me better access to your cunt!”  Trisha complied.  She closed her eyes and held her breath, trying to prepare herself for the first lick, but instead she felt the tip of the cane at the opening of her vagina.  She breathed rapidly as Mr. Fortune slowly ran the tip of the cane up and down the lips.  “Look at this.  Why, Miss Johnson, I think you are enjoying this.  The tip of my cane is glistening with your juices.  I bet you would love to have it inside you, wouldn’t you, Slave?”

     Trisha took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled, “Yes…yes, Sir.” 

     “Oh, I knew you would be such a horny little slut.  We haven’t even started, and already you are craving something inside of you.”  Mr. Fortune parted Trish’s pussy lips, and slowly began to ease the cane into her vagina.  “Uhhh…..Ohhh” moaned Trisha, as the cane gradually went deeper inside her.  “Would you like for Master to fuck you with the cane before you are punished?”   Can you remain in your position, bent over the desk with head forward and arms on the desk, while I fuck your cunt with my cane until you come?”  Mr. Fortune was now slowly sliding the cane in and out of Trisha’s pussy, going just a little deeper with each thrust.  Trisha felt the joints of the cane as they rubbed across her clitoris each time.  She began to bite her bottom lip to try and hold back her pleasure.  But, as the cane went deeper and faster inside her, she could no longer resist.  She began to move her hips in rhythm to the cane.  Uuuhhhhh……Oh God…..uuuhhhhh……Ooohhhhh”  Trisha groaned. “Miss Johnson, are you just a young slut that needs to be fucked?  Do you want to cum on my cane before I whip you ass with it? If I let you cum on my cane, will you take whatever punishment I have in store for you?  Beg to be fucked and whipped by my cane, Slave!”

     “Ooohhh yyeess,  fuck me and make me cum!”

     Mr. Fortune was burying the cane deeper now as he quickly thrust it in and out of Trisha’s pussy.  “Can you handle it, Miss Johnson?  Can you take my cane fucking and cane beating?  Tell me how bad you want it?  Tell me what you want and need, Miss Johnson.”

     “Oh God, yeeessss….Please fuck me and whip me with you cane, Mr. Fortune.   Fuck me and make me cum and then whip me.  I’ll take whatever punishment you have for me!!”

     Mr. Fortune was now pounding Trisha’s cunt.  She had never been so turned on in her life.  Trisha thought she was going to pass out or leave her body.  “Oh my Gooddd…..Yyeess…..PPPleeease……Yes….FUCK ME…..DEEPER….HARDER…..OOOOHHHH GOD I’M CUMMING……IIII AM GOING TO CUM…..OOOOOOHHHHHH GODDD…….YYEEESSSS….AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”  Trisha screamed as she exploded in lust, her juices pouring down her legs, and then, she collapsed on the desk, her blouse, bra, and hair soaked with sweat. 

     Mr. Fortune kept the cane buried deep in Trisha’s cunt, while he leaned forward and whispered in her ear.  “Well, Trisha, are you my devoted little fuck whore, who will do whatever I command?”

     Yes, Sir….I am your little fuck whore.  I’ll do whatever you want, Master.”

     Mr. Fortune slowly pulled the cane from Trisha’s pussy.  Trisha did not move from her position at the desk.  He walked back to the front of the desk and held the cane out to Trisha’s mouth.  “Now then, lick the cane clean.  Swallow all of your juices and cum.  And, get ready for sting of my cane on your ass.  Are you ready to be caned, Miss Johnson?”

     Mr. Fortune moved back into position behind Trisha.  “Very well, Trisha.  Now, don’t move!”

(To Be Continued……..)