Ungrateful

Chapter 1 - Old men and leather chairs

"I'm not getting out!" I shout at my dad as he pulls me out of our car, "I'm not going to live in this weird fucking place all year!" He throws me down to the ground and tosses my backpack at me.

"Liv! If you don't behave right now, the headmaster will find out and punish you severly. Now get get off the ground and go check in!" He gives me a stern look and drives away. Fucking bitch. 

I stand up and dust myself off. A bell rings from inside the old building as students in uniforms file out. I notice a few couples walking together with the quiet girl always walking behind the loud and obnoxious boy. They mostly ignore me, a few giving me dirty looks, but nothing I can't handle. I push past a few and climb up the large stairs to the front office

"Name?" An old lady in a sweater asks. 

"Liv. Liv Howard." I say to her, looking around

"Go to the right and into Headmaster Orwell's office. Good luck" she says without looking up from her computer. Rude.

I follow her instructions and go into the office labeled Headmaster.

"This is the place," I mumble quietly to myself. I take a deep breath and knock on the door.

"Come in!" I hear a voice call from inside the office call. I slowly open the door and see an old man sitting behind a dark desk. The office is big but not too overwhelming. There are big windows behind him and bookcases lining the walls. In front of the desk there are two comfortable looking, deep red, leather arm chairs. 

"Come. Get comfortable," He says with a smile. I walk over and sit in one of the chairs, throwing my backpack on the other.

"Miss Howard, is it?" I nod. 

"Pleasure to meet you. I am Headmaster Orwell. Do you know why you are here?" He asks leaning forward.

"Is it that I cursed out a teacher?" I say, smiling with pride

"Yes, Miss Howard. You are here because you have proven to be a struggle when taught by traditional methods. We here at Rose Academy pride ourselves with having the utmost obedience and turning delinquents girls, like yourself, into kind, respectful women. Do you know how we do this, Miss Howard?"

"Do you beat the shit out of them?" I say, laughing a little and curling up into the chair

"Miss Howard! Language like that will not be allowed here! Is that clear?" he yells sternly.

"Yeah, yeah whatever" I say dismissively. 

"We have these extraordinary results by using what is called BDSM training techniques. You will be paired up with a dominant male who will be responsible for you for the entire time you are here. He will have his rules that you will have to follow along with the school rules or you will suffer the consequences. Since you are obviously a brat, you will be paired with what is called a brat tamer. He shall be arriving soon. Are there any questions? And watch your language." 

I stay silent for a while, thinking over a way to get out of this. I stare at him with narrowed eyes. "What are the school rules?" I ask, as confident as I can.

"Good question. You will be going over that with your assigned dom when you review the contract." I open my mouth to speak but he holds up a hand. "And before you ask, the contract is an agreement between your dom, the school, and yourself. It is basically stating that you understand what we are doing here and what is expected of you."

I nod and patiently wait. I pull my phone out of my bag and start scrolling aimlessly while Headmaster Orwell does business work. 

We sit quietly for some time before my thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. 

"Come in!" Mr. Orwell shouts.

A tall, muscular guy with long curly brown hair walks in and stands in front of the desk, not even glancing at me. He wears cream pleated trousers and a black button up. He walks with such confidence and grace, he could go anywhere and still look like he belongs.

"Sir?" He says.

"Hello Mr. Arling. Thank you for coming." He gestures towards me, "Liv, meet James Arling. James, Liv Howard."

"Pleasure to meet you, Liv. I understand you can be a little difficult, no?" He says, looking down at me with a smirk.

"Yeah, I guess so," I say dismissively.  I curl into the chair with my back facing him and stare at my phone. He reaches down and plucks it out of my hands. 

"Hey! Give me back my phone!" I say, jumping out of the chair. I reach for it but he pulls it away before I can grasp it.

"Hm. You can get it back after we go over the contract. Now follow me. Thank you for your work, Mr. Orwell." He bows slightly and starts to walk away before stopping.

"Liv. If you want your phone back, I suggest you follow me. Don't make me warn you again." 

I sigh and reluctantly stand to go. I pick up my bag and walk after him. He takes me out of the building and across a field to a beautiful stone building. I follow him inside and walk up the steps. I pause as he opens a door and walk in. 

"This is our dorm. Yes. We will be living together as roommates. We have this room as a common area, a bathroom, and a bedroom for each of us. Go and sit on the couch and wait for me." He orders.

"Why?"

"Just do it. We have to look over the contract. Just go and sit down," He says with a deep sigh.

"Ugh fine." I walk over to the couch and watch him leave to his room. He comes out a few minutes later with a piece of paper and a pen.

"Ok. This is the contract," he says, laying it on the coffee table in front of me and pulling up a chair to sit across from me. "I will read it over and you will stay quiet. If you don't, you will get punished. Do you understand?"

I nod, not wanting to get into trouble but also wanting my phone back.

"Ok perfect. Lets go over the school's rules. 1, treat all doms and professors with respect. 2, do not leave the dorm without prior permission between midnight and four in the morning. 3, no swearing or cuss words. And lastly 4, never be late for classes.  If you break any of these, the person that caught you will choose your punishment. Now, my rules. Do what I say right away, I don't like repeating myself. Call me sir or master, your choice. Go to bed by 10 and wake up by 7. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner are a must. If you don't eat you will be punished and force fed. Don't speak unless spoken to and when addressing me or another dom, bow your head and don't look up until we say it's ok. Also, I go by a red, yellow, green system. If the punishment is too much but its ok, say green. If you want me to slow down or go softer, say yellow. And if you want me to stop, no questions asked, say red. If you can't speak, tap my arm three times and I will stop. Punishments with be decided on how extreme you broke the rules. No matter what though, you will get 10 spanks as a default. I know its a lot but I need to know that you understand it. It is all written on the contract if you would like to review it before you sign." He hands me the pen and looks at me with hope in his eyes.

I take a deep breath and sign the paper.

"Perfect." He says with a grin, "Now your mine."

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