Emily arrived at the headmaster's study and knocked. She'd had to run from the changing rooms and was still a little out of breath when she heard him call her in, his voice muffled by the thick oak door. She pushed it open and stood in the doorway, tugging her skirt down to try to make it appear longer than it was.
"Stop fidgeting and stand up straight when you're in my office", he said. "Close the door and come here." She did as she was told and stood in front of his desk with her hands clasped behind her back, shoulders thrown back to accentuate her breasts as she looked him insolently in the eyes.
He looked her slowly up and down. She felt his eyes travel down from her face to her chest and knew he was enjoying the view. The top two buttons of her sky blue blouse were undone and her plunging cleavage was clearly visible. His eyes continued their journey down her body, taking in her too-short skirt and white gym socks.
"We have a uniform at this school. You appear to have trouble abiding by it", he stated as his eyes returned to her face. "As you don't appear to be capable of dressing yourself perhaps you need someone to do it for you. Where is your tie?"
"In my bag."
"I beg your pardon young lady? Would you like to attempt that sentence again?" There was an edge in his voice now, as there had been when he had told her to stand straight. The mocking tone of his earlier question had been replaced by his usual sternness.
"It's in my bag SIR". She almost sneered the last syllable, hoping for a reaction.
"Better. Hand it to me", he said as he rose from his chair.
She turned and bent from the waist, keeping her legs straight and allowing her skirt to ride up over her gym knickers as she pretended to search in her bag for the missing tie. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, feeling his eyes burning into her backside until she straightened up again. She turned around and held it out to him without saying a word. As he reached for it, she let it drop a split second before his hand grasped it. She looked at him coyly as it fell to the floor.
"Pick it up and put it in my hand." She could hear a slight tinge of annoyance enter his voice for the first time. She was winning this one, as she always did. They never knew how to deal with her when she was like this.
She kept eye contact as she slowly slid down and sat on her heels. She ran the tie through her fingers as she looked up at him, knowing that the gaping neck of her blouse allowed him a fine view of her full breasts. The tip of her tongue lingered for a second against the corner of her mouth and then she stood in one fluid motion, leaving her standing so close to him that she felt the fabric of her top brush against his jacket. She placed the tie in his upturned palm and began to slowly draw it across his hand.
Suddenly his fist closed fast against the material. He pulled upwards sharply and her arm was jerked up as the tie slipped from her grasp.
"You really are a very silly little girl", he said. The earlier mocking tone had returned and she didn't like it. "It's time you learnt a few things about how this school works."
As he spoke he looped the tie around her neck and drew her forcefully to him. Her breasts were squashed against his chest and her face was thrust into his neck. "The first of which", he said as he relaxed his arms and let her sway back onto her heels, "is how we dress."
His hands moved quickly and roughly as he tied the knot around her throat. His strong hands pushed and pulled her as he adjusted it until he was happy. He then let go of the tie and pushed her away by the shoulders, causing her to lose her balance and fall in a heap at his feet.
"Stand up", he ordered, "and hold your face to the light".
Emily was shocked. No one had ever dared to treat her like this. She had ruled her old school with nothing more than smouldering stares and the occasional heavily weighted innuendo. Her disbelief started to give way to rage.
"You bastard!" she screamed, hating the fact that furious tears were beginning to well up in the corner of her eyes "I'll report you! I'll have you sacked, I'll tell everyone"
"...what?", he interrupted her from the corner of the room as he locked the door. His voice had a calm authority now. "You'll tell them what? That you came into my office barely dressed, pranced around like the little slut you are and then I made you put a tie on?
"Go ahead though", he continued as he pocketed the key, "have your little shout and your little cry and then look around you and realise that nobody is impressed. And then when you're quite ready" he added, his voice laden with sarcasm, "I believe I told you to stand up."
Emily realised that she had no choice. She stood up awkwardly, with none of her earlier sexual pretensions. She rubbed her backside gingerly, feeling the bruise that was already forming after her fall.
He was standing at the window, and the last light of the low afternoon sun cast him in silhouette making it impossible for her to make out his face clearly. "Come to me", he ordered, "and stop playing with your tie" he added as she pulled at the material tight against her throat.
"It's too long sir", she complained, holding it up to show him as she walked towards him.
"It is the correct length. We know this because I tied it, and this is my school. Be careful Miss Harman, I do not like being told that I have made a mistake. When we have finished with your clothing we will clearly have to work on your attitude."
He reached his hand towards her face as she joined him by the window. He held her cheek against his palm, gripping her hair as he forced her head first left and then right as he examined her. "Make-up is not permitted at this school" he said, "Women wear make-up and little girls do not – it makes them look like whores. Remember this."
As he said this he rubbed the shirt cuff of his free arm across her open mouth, smudging her lipstick across her face. She tried to pull away from him, but the firm grip he had on her hair immobilised her. To resist did nothing but cause her pain, so she stayed still.
When he had finished he cupped her face with both hands and held her at arms length, tilting her head to either side to examine his work.
"Better", he said. "The rest of you, however, is still a disgrace. Why is your blouse undone?"
"I was..."
"You were showing off your body, you filthy little girl. Do you enjoy being a slut?" His strong hands held her face locked as she tried to look away.
"I'm..."
"Of course you do, because you are a dirty little girl." He released her face and grasped the collar of her blouse, ripping it suddenly so that it burst open to her waist and pulling it down over her shoulders, pinning her arms to her side. To her shame, Emily felt her nipples harden as her naked breasts were exposed.
"This excites you doesn't it, you little tart?" he said "I can tell. Your pussy is getting wet, isn't it?"
She tried to pull away; her face burning with a fire she could feel spreading to the rest of her body, but he was too strong for her. As she struggled he held her with one hand in a tight grip on her upper arm whilst his other hand reached down between her legs. She whimpered as she felt his fingers push against the thin layer of fabric that was all that stood between them and her sex, knowing that her cunt had betrayed her and that he must feel how wet he had made her. She stopped struggling and began to grind herself against his hand, pushing harder and harder against him and bringing herself close to the orgasm that she could feel building inside her.
