The Headmistress’s office was a sanctuary of dark mahogany and high-backed leather, but Jake barely had time to notice the decor.
The door slammed shut behind them, cutting off the whispers of the hallway, but the silence inside was arguably worse.
She didn’t waste time.
She walked behind her oversized desk, her stride heavy and rhythmic, and tossed her heavy hair over her shoulder.
She gestured to the sprawling, polished hardwood floor that stretched out before her desk like a vast, intimidating stage.
“You’ve been a very stubborn boy, Jake,” she said, her voice dropping into a low, authoritative register that made his skin prickle.
“Arousal in public is a serious breach of conduct.
You’ve been flaunting your lack of control for everyone to see.”
Jake stood in the center of the room, his erection still throbbing, his face burning with a mixture of shame and lingering adrenaline.
“I—I told you, it was an accident—”
“I don’t care about accidents,” she interrupted, circling the desk until she was standing right in front of him.
She reached out, her cool, manicured fingers tracing the line of his jaw before sliding down to his chest.
“I care about discipline.
Since you seem so eager to show off, you’re going to spend the next few hours making sure my floors are spotless.”
She stepped back and pointed toward a heavy bucket of soapy water and a stiff-bristled scrubbing brush sitting near the corner.
“On all fours, Jake,” she commanded, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and severity.
“And I expect every inch of this office to be pristine.
If I see a single smudge, or if that thing between your legs manages to soften before I’m satisfied, the punishment will only get worse.”
Jake’s heart hammered against his ribs.
He slowly walked over to the bucket, his knees shaking as he lowered himself to the floor.
The cold, hard wood bit into his palms and knees as he shifted into position.
From down here, his perspective of the room shifted entirely.
He was staring at the floorboards, but his eyes were drawn inevitably to the Headmistress’s bare feet pacing back and forth just inches away from his face. New chapters come out on novelping dot com first.
He grabbed the brush, the bristles coarse and unforgiving, and began to scrub.
The rhythmic swish-scrub-swish echoed in the quiet room.
“Lower,” she said sharply, walking past him.
Her bare foot brushed against his side, a light, teasing touch that made his entire body jump.
“I want that back straight, and I want you focusing on the task.
Or is your mind wandering to other things, Jake?”
He gritted his teeth, pressing his hands harder into the floor.
His erection was still painfully hard, pushing against his stomach as he moved, a constant, throbbing reminder of his vulnerability.
“No, Headmistress,” he managed to choke out, his focus split between the grime on the floor and the sight of her swaying silhouette standing just ahead of him.
“Good,” she murmured, standing over him, her shadow engulfing him entirely.
“Keep scrubbing.
The Headmistress watched him for a long, agonizing minute, her golden eyes tracing the frantic movement of his hand against the wood.
Satisfied with his distress, she rose from her chair with a fluid, feline grace.
“I have quick 10 minute meeting with the faculty board,” she said, grabbing a silk robe that hung on the back of her chair and tossing it over her arm—not to put on, but simply to carry as she walked to the door.
“Do not stop scrubbing, Jake.
If you finish, start over.
And remember, the goal is to practice self-control.
If I return and find that thing still standing, the punishment will be doubled.”
The heavy oak door clicked shut behind her, leaving him in a sudden, ringing silence.
Jake let out a shaky, desperate breath, his forehead resting against the cool, damp floorboards.
He was alone.
Or so he thought.
He was just about to shift his knees to reach a stubborn spot near the bookshelf when the heavy double doors at the far end of the room creaked open again.
Expecting the Headmistress to have returned to check on his progress, Jake froze, his face still flushed and his erection still straining painfully against his thigh.
Two girls walked in, each carrying a bucket and a brush identical to his.
They were completely naked, their skin glistening with the same morning glow as everyone else, and they looked entirely unfazed by the situation.
They were chatting quietly, their voices soft, as they moved toward the middle of the office.
Jake’s jaw dropped.
One of them, a blonde with a high ponytail, glanced down at Jake’s frantic, hunched-over position and then down at his prominent, twitching erection, which was still straining forward against his thigh.
She didn’t look amused; she just sighed, sounding more like a supervisor than a fellow student.
“Looks like we’ve got company, Sarah,” she said, nudging the other girl.
Sarah, a brunette with sharp, intelligent eyes, stepped closer.
She looked Jake up and down with clinical concern, her gaze lingering on the way his muscles were bunched in exertion and the undeniable state of his crotch.
“So, you’re the one the Headmistress assigned to ‘cool off’ duty?” Sarah asked, her voice calm.
She knelt down on the floorboards, her bare knees pressing into the wood just a few feet away from his.
“We heard she was looking for someone to help clean, but more importantly, someone to practice discipline.
Nice to meet you.
I’m Sarah, and this is Chloe.”
Chloe knelt down on his other side, her long hair brushing against his shoulder as she reached for her bucket.
She looked over at his erection, which had only grown more rigid in their presence, and frowned slightly.
“She left you here to scrub while looking at the courtyard?” Chloe shook her head, her eyes serious.
“You must be a real glutton for punishment.
If you don’t get that under control before she gets back, you’re going to be in even deeper trouble.
But hey, don’t worry.
If you need a little help keeping that focus, we’re here to keep you company and make sure you stay on task.”