A minute Later, The bedroom door opened and before Howard could try to get out The Headmistress had entered and closed the door, with a wooden paddle in hand.
"It seems we got off on the wrong foot, earlier I'm the Headmistress of the academy, Bethany Smith, you can call me Headmistress, Mistress, even just Miss, if you like, I''m even alright with you calling my Beth or Miss Smith. Now, We have a very good track record of Delinquent girls coming in and proper ladies going out, you will do just the same, you may even thank me at your graduation, the only variable is how hard you make it on me and yourself."
"If you think I'm going to thank you for trying to turn me into a lady when I'm not even a girl... You're crazy, seriously, just hear me out, My Name is Howa-"
He got interupted by Miss Smith, as he'd decided to call her, taking a quick step towards him, and grabbing his arm, she easily twists him around and has his arm behind you back.
"What is your Name?" She asks
"Ow... Howard... You're gonna break my arm."
"You're name is Hailey" She kneels down and before Howard can react she has him thrown over her knee, getting the wind knocked out of him at the same time
He feels a hard painful smack on his ass, as Miss Smith gives him a hard spank with the paddle, and then four more, slowly
"Let's start over, what if your name young lady"
Unable to get up, Howard angrily grunts "Hailey."
"And are you going to get dressed Hailey?"
With his last shred of pride "I'm a guy, I can prove-" Another painful smack on his ass, then four more.
"Yes, I'll get dressed." Howard cried out, with tears in his eyes.
"Good, now tell me, that you'll be a good girl from now on."
"I'll... be a good girl Miss Smith."
With that she helped him stand and made her way to the door
"I expect you dressed and ready in 5 minutes, I'll be waiting to walk you to class, we wouldn't want you getting lost on your first day, would we Hailey." and with that she was gone.
Howard stood still, rubbing his ass in pain, his arm hurt too, she was way stronger than she looked, she easily overpowered him, he was going to have to do as she said for the time being, until he got out of her sight. He opened the closet... If he did have any masculine pride left, it'd be gone once he'd changed.
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