St. Sebastian's Boarding School:A disciplinary School

Chapter 1

Beth took a deep breath as she approached the headmaster's office. She had been a teacher for less than a month at St. Sebastian's Boarding School for Troubled Girls, and she was already dreading the task ahead of her. The stern-faced headmaster, Mrs. Grimm, had summoned her with a curt message: Alex, a 15-year-old student, had talked back to one of her teachers, and it was Beth's turn to mete out the discipline. The school was notorious for its strict regime, which included corporal punishments and solitary confinement, something Beth had never fully agreed with. Yet, as the newest member of the staff, she knew she had to tread carefully.

The headmaster handed her a tray laden with spanking implements: a wooden paddle, a leather strap, and a ruler. Each one was used to impart a different level of pain, and she felt a shiver of revulsion and sadness as she took them from her. Mrs. Grimm's voice was cold and unyielding as she recounted the rules: Alex was to be spanked until she broke down in tears, then sent to the punishment room for the night. "It's for her own good," Mrs. Grimm said, her eyes unblinking. "They all need to learn respect and obedience."

Beth reluctantly made her way to the classroom where Alex was waiting, a look of defiance etched on the girl's pretty features. She was a rebel, that much was clear, but behind the tough exterior, Beth saw a young girl who had probably been hurt by the very system that was supposed to help her. Her heart heavy, she laid the tray on the desk and called Alex over.

The room was stiflingly silent as Alex sauntered towards her, a smirk playing on her lips. She was dressed in the school's regulation uniform: a plain grey skirt that ended just above her knees and a white blouse with the school's emblem stitched onto the pocket. Her long, auburn hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and she had a sprinkle of freckles across her nose that made her seem younger than her years.

Beth felt her resolve wavering as she looked into the girl's eyes. "Bend over the desk," she said, her voice a tad shakier than she would have liked. Alex obeyed, placing her palms flat on the cool wood. The defiance in her gaze didn't waver, and for a moment, Beth wondered if she could go through with it. But she knew the consequences of disobeying Mrs. Grimm's orders, and so she picked up the ruler with a trembling hand.

The first strike landed with a sharp crack, and Alex's smirk disappeared, replaced by a grimace. "Count," Beth instructed, and the girl complied, her voice tight with pain. With each subsequent blow, the sound grew louder, echoing through the empty classroom. Beth tried to remain detached, focusing on the necessity of the punishment rather than the way Alex's body tensed and jerked with each hit. Her own moral compass swung wildly as she watched the red blossoms bloom on the girl's pale skin. Was she really helping Alex, or was she just perpetuating the cycle of fear and control that seemed so prevalent here?

As she switched to the leather strap, the weight of the situation grew heavier. Alex's voice grew hoarse, her counting increasingly erratic as she struggled not to cry out. Beth's hand grew sore, but she didn't stop, knowing that the headmaster would expect a proper demonstration of discipline. The sound of the strap cutting through the air was a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play in this institution, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for being a part of it.

The wooden paddle was next, and with it came the realization that she might have to hit harder than she wanted. Alex's bottom was already a fiery shade of red, and Beth knew that the thicker, heavier paddle would cause even more pain. Yet, she raised it high and brought it down with a thwack that made the girl's legs kick up in reflex. Alex's eyes watered, and a soft whine escaped her lips, but she continued to count, her voice now a barely audible whisper.

Beth paused, the paddle hovering in the air, watching as Alex's breathing grew ragged. The room was thick with the scent of fear and pain, and for a brief moment, she felt a flicker of anger at the system that required this of her. But she had a job to do, a role to play, and so she brought the paddle down again and again, each blow harder than the last.