School For Submissives

Chapter one

"We love you honey," my mother said to me as the car pulled up to New York's BDSM school for girls. I rolled my eyes and got out of the car, grabbing my one small bag and heading straight through the front gates. The second I got inside the campus I was pulled aside by a man wearing a blue jeans and no top.

"Name?"

"Rachel," I answered and he scowled at me.

"Last name,"

"Jackson," I rolled my eyes at him and his eyes widened and he instantly grabbed me and dragged me to a bench a few feet away.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I screamed as he pulled me over his knee. I thrashed but his grip was too strong as he held the hair at the base of my neck. He used his other hand to pull my black skirt up off of my ass, pulling my tights down as well, leaving my black thong and bare ass on display.

I had heard about spanking, I heard it was really arousing.

I yelped as his palm struck my backside. There was no pleasure, only pain.

"Make no noise!" The guy growled from beside me. He spanked me again and tears sprung to my eyes. "We do not roll our eyes." Another spank. "We do not swear!" Another. "Only talk when you are asked a question or told to, do you understand?"

"Yes," I whimpered out as tears fell freely down my face. My ass was burning. His hand continued to spank me for 20 long hard blows and I was screaming in pain by the end.

"I am going to spank you ten more times, if you make a single sound, we do ten more. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"You call all dominants master or mistress!"

"Yes master,"

I bit my lip for the next ten, which were even harder than before, before the guy released me and I stumbled to my feet when he pushed me up.

"Thank me for spanking you."

"Thank you." I instantly rushed out. "Master."

He nodded and grabbed the clipboard he was previously holding, checking my name and telling me to follow the signs for Group A.

I did as told, following the signs and arriving at a huge stage with teared seating. I took a seat as instructed, wincing as I sat down on my tender butt.

Everyone who came into the room was either dressed in little to nothing, mostly lingerie, or dressed as I was, obviously new students like me.

They began calling names.

"Rachel Jackson, your dominant is Jason Roberts."

He was beautiful.

I made my way towards the guy with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was in his early twenties from the looks of him and he spared me one look before walking away, instructing me to follow him. I followed him out and into a block of dormitories.

"This is my apartment, you will not have an apartment until next year, if you last that long. You may call me master and nothing else. You will do as I ask, when I ask. You will not hesitate, you will not talk back. Strip naked, now." he order and I blinked at him in surprise. "Do not hesitate!" he chided and I threw my top over my head, pulling my skirt down and quickly removing my black lace bra and thong.

He nodded in approval at my naked form, coming towards me telling me to turn.

"From your red ass, I see you have already been disobedient." I stayed silent, meeting his gaze and he frowned. "Don't look at me unless told to." I lowered my gaze to the floor and he left me where I was. I didn't dare move. He came back and I caught a gaze of his penis. He was naked!