Saturday, 30 May 2015

Saturday, May 30, 2015 -

Tales of Chastisement: Volume 7

by Rick Marlowe
Published: Apr 4, 2015
Words: 24,402
Category: general
Orientation: M/F
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A Very Naughty 'Schoolgirl'

Having pulled her raincoat close around herself while approaching the imposing house up the front walk from her car, once she reached the stoop, Skye paused to remove it, fold it carefully, and tuck it under one arm before ringing the door bell. She then awaited a response, standing there in pigtails, white blouse, knee socks, and a red plaid skirt that barely reached mid-thigh.

A distant voice from inside called out, "Come on in, it's unlocked."

Skye pushed open the heavy wooden door, stepping into a large foyer. A magnificent staircase arose from the slate floor, turning twice around a brass chandelier before reaching the second floor. At the far end of the foyer, a figure stood silhouetted in a doorway.

"Mr. Harper?" she inquired.

"That would be me. Hurry up, girl. I don't have all evening." He gestured for her to follow him into a room off the foyer. "Your envelope is there on the table," he said matter-of-factly as he entered what proved to be a walnut-paneled library. "Close the door."

Skye quickly checked the contents of the envelope, which she stuffed into her purse, before following his instruction and pulling the door shut.

As she trailed this Mr. Harper into the room, she sized him up - a bit over six foot, muscular, perhaps forty years old, clearly used to being in charge, and rather handsome. No, make that exceedingly handsome, with dark hair, clear blue eyes, and a strong chin.

"You'll learn to follow my commands more promptly, Miss Jones. And, you were late."

"The directions were rather confusing, I got lost."

"The correct response, young lady, would be 'I'm sorry, Sir.' You get confused easily, do you?"

"No, sir, not usually. And I am sorry."

"I don't like waiting. We'll be getting started momentarily, but first, let's have a look at you."

He took her coat and purse, which he set on the table, before circling her slowly. "Um-hm. Rather sloppy, I must say - pigtails uneven, socks uneven, shirt unpressed, tie askew. I hope you don't attend school dressed this way."

"I'm sorry, sir - I was running late."

"A re-occurring theme, it would appear. Don't worry - that's something I will deal with shortly, as well as your appearance."

Skye had been through many such scenes, but for some reason, his remarks sent a chill up her spine.

"Did you finish the assignment I gave you?"

"Er, no sir." This had seemed like an obvious way to start things off. Now, though, she wished she had brought along at least something to give him.

"It seems, Miss Jones," he began, "that I will need to show you just how serious I am about all this." He pulled a straight-back chair from along the wall into the center of the room. "You may 'assume the position' over this chair... unless, of course, you find that too confusing."