Thread: The Assistant (Jack Stalker and Lina)

Bella Thornberg short of ran across campus upon receiving Mr. Millers to-the-point text, summoning her to his office as fast as she could manage. It had been a week and a half now since he selected her to be his new assistant and he had her chasing errands across campus like she couldnt have imagined. She was doing this and that and something in between and she spent more time in his office than she had in class And it was totally worth it. Four of her classes had been reduced to an hour a week and shed auto-pass another two in favor of personal mentoring under Mr. Miller which was what this job was supposed to entail. In reality, it felt more like being his personal slave. So far he had her inspect the football fields bleachers for safety hazards, fill in for an absent detention overseer, register a whole four boxes of lost and found items he even had her shop for him. Still. Totally worth it for the extra credit. Slaving away as the mans assistant for the remainder of this year would look awesome on her record no matter what hed have her do, and it granted her power over her peers that she liked more than she was willing to admit, even to herself. Bella looked a little winded when she entered the office, catching her breath as she voiced a short apology for the time it took her to answer his call. She wore a wine red shirt with a round, timid neckline and a black pencil skirt that showed off a whole lot of her shapely legs, easily her best feature. The glasses she wore were only for show, it made her look smarter and bookishly hot, but they sported just that, plain old glass, not lenses. Mr. Miller addressed her as Miss Thornberg, as students were rarely called by their first or full names in this particular school, thats likely why he wasnt entirely sure about the student draped across his desks first name. Bell was though, it was most definitely Kristen, Kristen Steward. Kristen used to be a friend really, right up until theyd chosen different paths. Kristen wanted a fun time, whereas Bella had abandoned that and became an achiever. First in her class, study group, debate team, all that. Kristen not so much. Their friendship had evaporated and from Kristens side mostly grown into animosity. Bella had seen the graffiti in question, and shed known who it was that put it there the minute she was it. It was a crude picture of her being fucked from behind by Mr. Miller, with a text balloon of him shouting out an A for half the courses in her curriculum. Bella hadnt acted on it yet, she didnt know whether she wanted to but it appeared that Mr. Miller had taken the initiative and that decision for her. She was a little surprised when he referred to her former friend as a little bitch but the girl had it coming. Bella didnt feel sorry for her at all though she avoided looking her in the eye. A caning was a particularly harsh punishment and the standard allotment was six strokes. Six hard strokes often referred to as six of the best. Bella was almost going to recommend just that but she did not want to look weak, and Mr. Miller had commended her on her strong sense of discipline when he hired her. I would suggest eight strokes Sir. she offered, but then he told her the rest. Bella would have lied if his request didnt startle her a little and judging the terrified gasp escaping Kirstens lips, it started her a lot. Corporal punishment was uncommon in the institution, but it was far from rare and to be expected when seriously overstepping boundaries yet Bella didnt think that baring buttocks was allowed any longer. There were stories of a Mr. Chesterlut from way back, who would make the girls he paddled remove their underwear and hand them on the door handle outside his classroom so that everyone would know what was going on inside but Bella reckoned those were just that, stories Apparently not. Yet, Bella gave Mr. Miller a questioning gaze before she approached Kristen, who flinched when Bella lightly touched the waistband of her shorts. With one hand hovering her hip, she pulled Kristens cellphone from her back pocket. She put it on the desk next to the girl shortly glancing in Mr. Millers direction as if awaiting further instructions. Please Kirsten croaked, and Bella hesitated too, but she took hold of the girls shorts and tugged them down carefully, halfway down her thighs revealing sheer white panties with a light blue trim With her legs somewhat spread, she couldnt tug them down any further. Bellas mouth was dry yet there was a tingle of excitement in her belly. She brought her hands up and snuck her nails underneath the sheer garment and paused, to see if Mr. Miller would stop her, before peeling it off of Kristens alabaster skinned ass. If anything, Bella was jealous of her ass. The girl had an ass shaped like a peach, looking both soft and firm at the same time. The cane would have a devastating effect on it. When the school issued a harsh punishment like the one Kristen was about to get, regulations dictated that the student subjected was allowed to have a friend be present for support and supervision. It seemed like Bella was filling that role. She circled the desk and silently extended her hands out to Kristen, imploring her to extend hers and take hold of them. She did, but not without clearly and expressively mouthing the word bitch out to her. Bella didnt react. She took Kirstens hands and pulled them towards her, and as instructed, started the count. One.