Behavioural Disciplinary School for Males// Randy

Introduction

Authors Note:
Hey guys this is my new story. If you've read my last story, this is kind of the more bdsm story than the other, which is ageplay. If it's not your cup of tea don't read it, if it is, enjoy! Byeeee!

"Andy breakfast is ready", I looked at myself in the mirror deciding my hair was decent enough before heading downstairs. As I sat I started tucking into my delicious pancakes.

"Andy hurry please, we need to leave soon if we are to arrive on time, your stuff packed", I stopped eating and sheepishly smiled.

"Maybe, but it's ok, I just need to pack a few more things, it'll only take a few minutes, promise" she just sighed. I smiled sadly. I felt really bad for doing this to her, but obviously I hadn't stopped.

Why am I packing you ask, well, it started on Friday 2 days ago.

*Flashback*

"Andy Robert Fowler!!, what the hell are you doing?!", I turned my head around with a smirk.

"Nothing Miss. Hinders, the school asked me to paint a mural since I'm so talented so I did", I said with fake innocence, referring to the 'art' I painted on the school billboard.

"Yes but that is not art or the right wall", I continued to mock her.

"Yes it is, the way the cum slightly drips from the girls mouth while the veins on the cock bulge, it's not art correct, it's a fucking masterpiece miss!", I smiled proudly as I watched Miss. Hinders face turned red with embarrassment and fury.

"Right that's enough of you young man, follow me time for the principles office", I laughed but followed. We walked past the multiples of peers who thought my short height was a reason to underestimate me, I proved them wrong. Each of them got what they deserved, this school got what they deserved. Every single day. I laughed from the humour of the situation. I scared most students in this school, even some of the teachers. I got one of them to quit before, none of them could handle me. This is why when heading to the room which should scare students I smirked, knowing I would get a minimal amount of punishment. I mean it's not like Mr. Dunbar will do anything anyway. The most he's ever given was a detention of 20 and lunch duty, maybe some where he had to go look after little kids as community service but never to bad so I'm pretty sure I'll be absolutely dandy. Basically he's a push over who should not be the principle at a school but hey it works out well for me so, eh.

I followed the bitch of a teacher to the most boring room in this school and that my people, is a hard task. I slumped into one of the waiting couches for a few minutes as I waited to be brought into the office. You may be thinking, why did you go do something idiotic if you were just going to accept punishment, well I'm not. Currently I was going through the newspapers placed on a small table and drawing dicks and writing swear words in the pages, plus I don't care for punishments, if I get one, I can quite easily skip it.

"Jesus Christ Andy, uhhhh follow me", the principle instructed annoyed. He pointed to the seat on the other side of his desk. We sat for about 10 seconds and then I smiled sweetly.

"13 times Andy, 13!, not even counting the other 87 times, do you even know how many times that is, no you wouldn't, you're never in class", I smirked knowing I ticked him off. He sighed deeply in defeat.

"Andy each student has a record, each misbehaviour you have is marked into that record. The thing is, each record has 100 merits on it, once you use all 100 we treat the situation differently", now I was interested.

"What do you mean different", I hoped it wouldn't be so different from my normal repercussions.

"Most of the time you are dealt a detention or something similar but after the 100th demerit, you are expelled", my jaw dropped. He couldn't expel me, it would kill my mum.

"No sir, you can't do that", he chuckled.

"Yes, yes I can and I will today, you don't have to worry about hiding it from your beloved mother. I warned her on Monday that by the end of the week you could be expelled and I suggested a new school. It's a boarding school for discipline, exactly what you need. The school starts on the Tuesday of next week but you are required to attend the day before on Monday since you are a first grade there. Be warned that this is your last chance to head into 10th grade", I was astounded. I couldn't believe this man, horrid man.

"I won't go!, you can't make me!, let me stay", I begged pathetically.

"It's already set Andy, on Monday you will no longer attend this quiet Cheshire school but instead attend a boarding school in Manchester", my heart sunk.

*Flashback Ends*
So that's where it leaves me. Here at the gates of a horrifying boarding school called the Behavioural Disciplinary School for Males after a long, dreadful drive full of arguments with my Mum who I wish didn't leave me, her disappointment of a child here.

Authors Note:
Should be updated soon. I update whenever I can or have inspiration. The following chapters will be more drama filled and longer hopefully.