Thread: Special Detention (Prince & Angel216)

Mark Adams sat at his desk and flipped through the papers on the new girl arriving today. Talia was her name and, although young, she had amassed quite a rap sheet of indiscretions already. He had read through the detailed notes and reports from her guidance counselors, principal and teachers, and they painted an ugly picture of a girl spiraling into delinquency and a ruined life. Mark sighed and pushed the papers away, running his hands through his medium length black hair. His blue eyes went to the windows along the side of the small classroom, designed for one-on-one or small group teaching. Mark didn't look like a typical teacher and had been a guidance counselor himself for years. His casual outfit, jeans and flannel shirt, hinted at a strong and muscular body that he had to work even harder now to keep in shape as he reached his mid-thirties. But those clothes hid the scattered tattoos and scars, including a bullet wound on his shoulder, that lingered from his own youthful indiscretions. A convicted felon at 17, Mark had beaten the odds and turned his life around. Now he worked with troubled youths that were headed down the same dark path he had followed. The teenagers handed to his care were at the end of the rope, with jail being the alternative to the intense counseling and re-education he provided. His success rate was surprisingly good and he had been given liberal reign with his wards. After years of success he had a formula that worked, based on the lessons he had learned to pull himself out of the abyss. It all started with obedience. The kids simply did not respect authority and often lacked parenting entirely. Impulse control and an understanding that their actions had repercussions were always lacking. And of course, the value of discipline and self-control had to be learned, usually slowly and painfully. His eyes flicked to the paddle on his desk. Corporal punishment was just one of the shock tactics he used at times. Every student was different and some more stubborn than others. He didn't receive as many girls and he wondered what tactics he would have to use on Talia. How long would it take him to break through and make her understand that he was the only authority that mattered in her life now and the line that separated her from jail or freedom? The thought of a female student also quickened his pulse. His work and his hobbies converged in a strange way as he had dabbled with BDSM for over a decade. At times being very active with local clubs and having a BDSM lifestyle with some of his girlfriends. Similar goals and philosophies, but slightly different and often more effective methods for what he did for pleasure than for work. His interest in bondage had waxed and waned at times with his personal life, but he was acutely aware now that he hadn't had an outlet for his domination for quite a while. For a variety of reasons, including a recently failed and poisonous relationship, he'd been neglecting his own kinks and felt that desire to dominate someone simmering and growing stronger in the back of his head. Nothing was more stimulating than training a sub new to the lifestyle and he smiled thinking that he'd be able to get a taste of that sweet thrill with Talia, although of course keeping the professional boundary he normally preserved at work. But, it was just after 1pm and she was already late for their first session. He knew her bus had arrived on time and he drummed his fingers on his wooden desk in growing annoyance. Punctuality was one of the first signs of respect that he wanted to instill in his wards and Talia was going to start their relationship off on the wrong foot on day one. He felt an urge growing in him, like an itch he couldn't scratch, to be a little firmer with this girl than he might otherwise be with a new student.