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Wow, I am beginning to wonder if some of ya’ll aren’t getting together to say, “Let’s boost Der Erzahler’s Ego”.  It is nice to know that I am missed.  As most of you know, I have been on hiatus for the last several months.  This is due mainly to an overburdening amount of work that I have been subjected to since late last year.  However, things are finally taking a turn for the better and more free time is coming available to me.  Therefore, I should be able to spend time once again on maintaining this blog.

Until then, yes, I am ok.  Thanks for checking in on me, and I look forward to sharing with you again soon.

Der Erzahler

Headmaster’s Journal- January 4, 2013


January 4, 2013-

I would like to say that I slept soundly last night, but that was not to be. There was so much information floating around in my brain that I couldn’t get to sleep to save my life. After several hours of fitful sleep I finally just decided to get up and take a stroll around the campus. I pulled on a pair of sweat pants and donned a light jacket, then stepped out into the cool night air. It was nice and quiet, much different than earlier in the day. I knew that the morning would bring a much different picture, especially since the classes would start once more, so I had better enjoy it while it lasted.

The quiet didn’t last as long I was hoping it would though. No sooner did I round the corner of one of the dormitories than I found one of our young students crawling out of her bedroom window. I glanced at my watch, 2:32 am, and I knew she was definitely up to no good. I didn’t say a word, just went and stood directly behind her, watching as she wiggled her plump ass out the window and drop to the ground. You would have thought she had seen Death himself when she turned and saw me standing there. The blood curdling scream she let out would have woken even the dead, but since there was no cemetery on the property she only managed to wake up the surrounding rooms.

One by one all the lights came on and blinds were opened as young ladies peered out the window to see what was happening. It didn’t take long for Miss Davenport to come racing out of the dorm to where we were standing. Apparently she only had time to don a thin robe and as she rushed towards us, I got an eyeful of her pale white legs and her low cut robe exposed most of her large breasts. Her red hair was in a disheveled shape, and despite just being woken up, she still looked like a tasty morsel just begging to be sampled.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Perry,” she said as she approached, slightly out of breath. Her chest was heaving from her running out to join us, and it was very obvious that she wasn’t a bra. Very obvious…

“There was no reason to rush, Miss Davenport,” I replied calmly. “It seems one of our young ladies didn’t like her accommodations very much.”

I turned to the young woman and took stock of who I was dealing with. She was a short, plump Latina, with long brown hair, big brown eyes and full fat lips. I could see a look of defiance in her eyes that I was going to love to break. At least she had sense enough to put on a jacket before trying to climb out of her room.

“Name?” I said to the defiant girl.

“Rosa,” she replied. “Rosa Gonzalez.”

“Rosa Gonzalez, sir,” I corrected her.

“Rosa Gonzalez, sir,” she repeated with a roll of her eyes.

“Miss Davenport, please get the rest of the ladies settled back down. I will be taking Miss Gonzalez back to my office with me to decide on her punishment.”

“Yes, Mr. Perry,” she said and then shot a stern look at the girl. “Do you need me, sir?”

“You can join us afterwards if you like.”

“Thank you, sir,” she replied and quickly went back into the dorms.

I grabbed young Miss Gonzalez by her elbow and escorted her back to my office. To give her some credit, she didn’t put up much of a fight and actually managed to keep her mouth shut the entire walk to my office.

“Sit down,” I commanded her when we got back inside, directing her to a chair in front of my office desk.

I sat down opposite her and searched through my files for her record. Once I found it, I pulled it out and began perusing the contents. When I was done, I looked across at her with raised eyebrows.

“So… Miss Gonzalez,” I stated in a firm tone. “I see here that you have an extensive record of breaking and entering. You were given a choice of coming here, or going to a women’s prison in Texas. Would you rather be there instead of here?”

“No…” she said with a defiant attitude.

“Let’s try this again… Would you rather be there instead of here?”

“No… sir,” she said, a little less defiant now.

“Where were you going?”

“Out…”

“Excuse me?” I said, once again raising my eyebrows at her.

“Outside, sir. I wanted to go outside.”

“Why?”

“Well… I wanted to get away, to get out of here,” she said, and I actually admired her truthfulness. As an afterthought she added a “sir.”

“Well, Miss Gonzalez,” I said in a calm, steady voice. “You can get out of here. I can have you on a bus to the Texas prison by tomorrow morning.”

“No!” she shouted, a look of panic on her face. “No, sir, I would do anything to keep from having to go there.”

“Well, you have to be punished…” I stopped when I heard a knock on my office door. “Enter…”

In walked Miss Davenport, a little more put together than she was earlier, but still slightly disheveled. But, given the hour of night it was, that was to be expected. I caught her up to speed on what had transpired over the last several minutes and then directed her to take seat in the chair next to Rosa.

“We were just discussing her punishment, Miss Davenport,” I said calmly. “She doesn’t want to be sent to the women’s prison in Texas, so I was about to mete out her punishment instead.”

I stood up and walked across the room to one of the boxes I had yet to unpack. Opening it, I pulled out a hard leather paddle about 10 inches long with a braided handle. Rosa’s eyes grew large when I turned towards her and motioned for her to stand up.

“Drop your jeans too, Miss Gonzalez,” I directed her with a wave of my hand.

“My… my… pants?” she managed to stutter out.

“It is either you take your punishment this way, or I send you off to Texas on the first bus. Let me tell you, what they would do to you down there is much worse than what is about to happen.”

She swallowed a hard lump in her throat, looking back and forth between Miss Davenport and myself. Miss Davenport waved her hand towards Rosa’s pants as if to say, “might as well get it over with.” Finally, she reluctantly undid her jeans and let them fall to the ground, standing there with her panties exposed.

“Turn and face the desk,” I commanded in a stern voice. Once she had turned and faced the desk, I told her to pull her panties down and bend over. She looked at me again with wide eyes and then with a tear forming she slowly lowered them to just beneath her asscheeks. Leaning forward, she caught herself on the desk.

I have to admit, seeing her like that definitely turned me on. She had a nice plump ass. It was so full and tan. Her pussy lips were sticking out from between her legs, and any other time I would have wanted to dive in between them. Now, however, there was a punishment to mete out.

I crossed over and stood next to her, running my hand over her smooth ass cheek gently. As soon as my hand touched her, she let out a yelp, anticipating the worst. I raised the paddle up and pressed it against her backside, letting her feel the hard leather pressed against her naked flesh. She literally trembled beneath the touch of the paddle, her knees growing weak from anticipation of the pain to come.

“10 whacks,” I said to Miss Davenport over my shoulder. “Count for me.”

“Yes, sir,” she nodded.

I raised my hand back, leveling the paddle with her plump asscheeks and then brought it down with a hard “WHACK”. The girl yelped out in pain as the paddle slapped her right cheek hard, making it jiggle and bounce. The next blow landed on her left cheek as I alternated back and forth between the two. The sounds of her yelps and moans for me to stop brought me to a heightened state of arousal. I could feel my thick cock beginning to stir in my sweatpants, like it was trying to find its way out into the open.

By the time I reached 9, I was fully erect. My cock jutting against the fabric of the sweat pants, plain as day to Miss Davenport. When I hit “10″, I stopped and adjusted myself, giving Miss Davenport a wink when a small smile formed on her lips.

“Pull your pants up, Miss Gonzalez,” I said to the young lady as tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered softly.

“Miss Gonzalez, starting tomorrow, I expect you to be in my office everyday at 5pm sharp for the next 7 days. You will receive the same punishment every day. At the end of the 7 days, we will discuss whether you will be allowed to stay at the Academy. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she managed to gulp out. Once she was straightened up, I told Miss Davenport to take her back to her room.

“Do you want me to come back?” she asked. “To… discuss anything…”

“Not tonight, Miss Davenport,” I replied. “But… I do want you here every time Miss Gonzalez receives her punishment. It is only proper.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied and then led Rosa back to her room.

“Well… that was an interesting way to start my tenure here,” I said to myself as I collapsed on the office chair just vacated by Miss Davenport. Still turned on, I once again had to take matters into my own hands. I could have told Miss Davenport to return to my apartment later, but I wanted her to wait. When I finally have Miss Davenport, I want her to be begging me for it.

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The rest of the day was rather uneventful, just a lot of paper shuffling and administrative duties. You know the deal, kissing up to the local government and making certain the place is running properly. By the time evening rolled around, I was pretty much exhausted. But that is what happens when you don’t sleep much and then are busy from 2am onwards. What a stimulating job!

Until tomorrow, my faithful journal…

Headmaster’s Journal- January 3, 2013 (Evening Entry)


January 3, 2013-

Well, it is evening time at last and I am about to turn in. But before I do, I thought I would update my journal for the day. After all, I wouldn’t want to forget anything (such as the interesting conversation with Mr Dockerty)

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I stood at the top alcove watching as all the students began to arrive. Most of them were brought in on state run buses. After all, most of the young ladies were at the Academy at the bequest of the state. Actually, of the 695 ladies attending the school only 1/3 of them were sent by their families, the rest were given a choice of here or jail time.

So, I was now the Headmaster of the most renowned school for troubled young ladies. All of them between the ages of 17 and 21, here to better their lives and leave with not only a high school diploma but an associates degree in the subject of their choice as well. The thought was simple, if you give them meaning in life then perhaps they will keep from populating the women’s prison later.

“Sir,” I heard a deep voice address me.

Turning, I saw Mr. Dockerty standing there. He was the head of the school security staff as well as the Self Defense instructor. At 6 foot 5 inches, and nearly as broad in the shoulders as he was tall, the very sight of him was intimidating. I know that I for one would hate to be on his bad side.

“Yes, Mr. Dockerty, what can I do for you?”

“Crazy sight, isn’t it?” He asked me in his slow southern drawl.

“You mean all the students showing up?”

“Yep.”

“Yeah, I guess it is, now that you mention it. How long have you been with the Academy?”

“Long enough to remember you getting busted trying to sneak a peek in the shower room as a teenager,” he replied with a smirk. “I’ll never forget the look on your face when the old man busted you that time!”

“How many people here know about those times?” I asked with a slightly red face.

“No worries, Mr Perry,” he replied with a deep rumbling laugh. “I am the only one left that was here on staff back then. Of course, I have been here going on 30 years myself. I sometimes wonder if I shouldn’t do like dad did and get out of this business.”

“Dad?” I asked quizzically.

“Yep, the old man is my step-father. He was always a mean cuss, but he did right by me and my mama. God rest her soul.”

“I had no idea,” I began.

“What? Oh, she passed away just before dad took this position.”

“No, I meant I had no idea he was your father.”

“Oh… sorry, yep, he sure is. What do you think of his little camera system? It was his pet project. Worked on it for years. No worries, boss man, I’m the only one that knows about that too. Not even my daughter is aware of it.”

“Daughter?” I asked again, even more perplexed than before.

“Damn, son, did you even read those files I brought to your office?” He asked with a smart ass tone.

“Guess I didn’t read it close enough.  Who is your daughter?”

“Juliet…” He replied. “She grew up here at the school. Its all she has ever known.  My step-father groomed her for the role she is in. She is a tough one, but the most loyal person you can have on your side… If you treat her right that is.”

“Thanks for the words of wisdom. Anything else I should know?”

“Yep. All the lady teachers here are ex-students. They were all handpicked by the old man.”

“Even Miss Davenport?”

“Especially, Miss Davenport. I remember her years here well. She was a regular hellion at the time. You won’t find none of that in their records though. The old man had their records expunged.”

“Expunged, huh?”

“Yep. Like I said they were all handpicked and groomed to be here.” He said with a sly grin. “Well, I had better see how things are going. We’ll talk more later, boss.”

“You know we will,” I said with a smile. “I have a feeling there is a lot more you have to tell me.”

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I walked down the hallways of the school dorms, eyeing all the young ladies that were now under my care. They were a mixed bunch of women, ranging from tall and skinny to short and fat (and vice versa). Most had mouths like sailors and a few even had the tattoos to match. No matter, come tomorrow they would all be in uniform, and despite their differences, they would all match that way at least.

I found myself on the West Wing hall near where Cindy told me she was staying. Being one of the people that stayed on the floor to watch after our darling students, it only made sense for her accommodations to be amongst the animals. As I crossed her door, I made mental note of the room number for later.

The rest of the afternoon was spent getting my office situated and directing the movers on where to place my personal belongings. I would like to say that I took advantage of the video system today, but I didn’t. I believe it is best handled with moderation. After all, I will probably be here for 30 years like my predecessor.

Until to tomorrow, my faithful journal…