#18 - A Picture Purloined

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.

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Back in his office, the headmaster ate a late lunch at his desk, while scanning through his hidden camera feeds. Classes had ended, and most of the girls were in their rooms resting or studying before dinner.

Liza McCoy and Jennifer Martin were playing cards - a waste of time when they should be studying. He made a mental note to confiscate their games.

Amy Chen was playing her flute while her roommate Carolyn Thorn was dressing for dinner. He watched for a few minutes, enjoying the look of her dark brown skin contrasting strikingly with her white knee-socks.

He was pleased to see Miss Atwell was sculpting; she was already making progress on the figurine of Sister Anne. Her roommate, Valerie Li, was reading.

Linda Wilson and Rachel Elliot appeared to be studying; they were sitting side-by-side and sharing a book. He almost switched to the next feed - Sister Anne's room - but something seemed suspicious. He turned on the audio.

"... use it to get a better grade?" Rachel suggested.

"But Val said we had to give it back," Linda pointed out.

"Who cares? What's she going to do if we don't?" Rachel laughed.

From the camera angle, he couldn't see exactly what they were talking about, but he could guess. He turned off the feed and walked briskly to their room. Without knocking, he opened the door and entered. They were still sitting together looking at the photograph of Sister Anne - just as he suspected.

They were startled. Linda tried to hide the picture, but it was too late. He took it from her and looked at it - feigning shock. It was a photo of Sister Anne on her back, with her legs pulled up behind her head. The picture was taken just inches from her bare pussy, showing a clear view of her trimmed pubic hair, pink lips, and tiny butthole. His dick twitched when he thought of her in that position.

The girls were similar looking - both with light brown hair, tied back in a ponytail. But their reactions were quite different. Rachel blushed deeply, but Linda paled.

"Where did you get this? Don't lie to me."

"Valérie -- Miss Li, sir. She gave it to us. Would you like me to go find her?" Rachel answered quickly, hoping to divert his attention.

"I'll deal with her later. You both will be punished now." He considered for a moment. "First, remove your blouses."

Rachel started to unbutton hers, but Linda hesitated. "Perhaps missing dinner would be appropriate, Headmaster?" she suggested hopefully.

He ignored her diversion. "Don't keep me waiting."

She looked crestfallen but took off her blouse as he ordered.

"And your bra."

Both girls reluctantly removed their bras but covered their small boobs with an arm.

"Hands behind your back. You know the rules."

The girls stood before him, heads bowed, shoulders back, hands clasped behind their backs. This position made their breasts thrust forward prominently. Linda's were average for her age, but firm and perky, with small areolas. Rachel's boobs were larger and rounder, about the size of peaches, with long, puffy nipples.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of small silver clamps. He had been saving them for Sister Roberta, but she would have to wait. With one hand, he squeezed Linda's tit making her nipple protrude, and then attached a clamp. She winced slightly as he adjusted the small thumb screw, allowing it to tighten.

He repeated the process for Rachel. Then he twisted both clamps, ensuring they were snug, causing both girls to whimper.

"This will be exactly how you dress for your Art class for the rest of the semester. No blouse or jacket, and you will wear your clamp throughout the entire class. Every twenty minutes, you will move it like this." One at a time, he squeezed a clamp to loosen it and moved it to the girl's other nipple. "Do not adjust the screw. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Headmaster." they both replied.

"Every time you are punished this semester, I will attach a weight to them," he explained, tugging both clamps down firmly to show them how it would feel. "Oww!"

"You may go to dinner this evening if you wish. But if you do, you will go dressed like this - with the clamps. Whether you go or not, you will wear the clamps until dinner is over."