The headmaster’s office was a small, unassuming room located near the eastern side of the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls. Built with only a single window in mind, the space inside was quite plain, resembling little more than a small squarish rectangle about as long as it was wide. Bookshelves, a few cabinets, and a single desk sat near the fireplace at the end. Aside from the brass nameplate that signaled who it...

Mornings started early at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and an hour before the first light of the sun had even broken across the sky, the dormitories were already abuzz with activity. To any visitors who happened to be walking by, it would have been a most industrious sight to see. Hundreds of girls from all over the country, doing their best to rise early and prepare themselves for school. How incredulous...

Despite the fearsome reputation that the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls had gained for itself over the years, life at the school wasn’t always as bad as it seemed. Punishments were quite rare actually, and it was far from every day that a girl would be required to lower her panties to her knees. Out of the roughly one thousand students that attended, perhaps only about a dozen would end up being sent to the head...

It was picture day at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and standing side by side next to each other in a row, the twenty or so girls of class of 2-3 waited patiently for their turn to begin. All were eighteen, and their slender bodies stood out in sharp contrast to the large white sheet that had been hung up behind them across the walls of the gymnasium. To any visitors who happened to be watching, the scene...

In the three weeks that had passed since her punishment first started, Reena was barely any closer to finishing than when she began. She stared down at the half-finished piece of paper in front of her, her fingers trembling as she held onto the pen. On the Proper User of Titles And Addresses: While present on academy grounds, students are required to obey all instructions issued to them by the faculty members of the schoo...

Two weeks later, Sarah found herself staring once again at her shoes. And not because she was in trouble again or anything like that, though the feeling was close. Like every other time she found herself standing in front of the headmaster’s office with her fingers picking at the edges of her skirt, and if the familiar metal presence of her chastity belt had anything to say about that, then it certainly didn’t help. Nor d...