The School – Chapter 2

The adventures and experiences of several people associated with a very special School run by girls.


This story will be told from many character perspectives. Please send any
thoughts, comments or suggestions to robfromny15000@yahoo.com. Thank you.

The First Lesson

Lisa's perspective

I still could not believe I am instructor at this school. I first heard about
it 3 years ago and yes, I was only 11, I still remember being excited.
Imagine, being in a place where girls were in charge of EVERYTHING! How
awesome.

When I was accepted as an instructor at the school, I could not have been
happier. Now that I've done it for 2 months, it's been even better then I
dreamed.

Of course, it is first year but I know the training I received will pull me
through. The seniors who taught me told me exactly what to expect and they
were right on every time. I remember my first day like it was yesterday. Going
into the room with my four primary students; Jason, Daniel, Carmine and Megan.
Knowing I was going to have to hurt each of them severely that day, and many
days after.

I remember when I put them in their beds the first night. When I put the
restraints on them. Daniel fought me of course. I have to say, he is very
strong. I matched only against girls during my training. Of course there skill
was far advanced over his but his size and strength were considerable. But I
stayed with my technique. Focusing on weak and vulnerable points on his body.
That night, I put him in an arm bar. I held it for about 10 minutes. He would
not submit. I could have broken his arm easy but that wasn't the point. The
point was to make him understand that he would not be allowed to defy me. It
was a great wrestling match up to that point.

He got me down on the floor, was straddling me. I was not able to get him off
so I had to draw him in more. It's a standard jujitsu trick. I brought him
closer and as he continued to straddle me, I drove my elbow into the side of
his knee. He practically screamed as his legs flew off of me. It was the only
opening I would need. I calmly took his arm in my hands and controlled his
body with my legs. It's such a great hold too because my feet are right near
his face. I tease him that way all the time now. But that first night I was
all business.

Carmine was the easiest. He was still so scared from what I'd done to him
earlier, he lay in bed in the spread eagle position and I just put the Velcro
straps on. Megan was so interesting. She has an older brother in this school
so she knew the futility of resisting. Still, she was a free spirit and an
aggressive one at that.

"I know why you are restraining me and I just have to say you don't have to?"

I took her right down to the bed and had my hand right on her throat, right
over her windpipe like I'd been taught.

"Unless you want to be treated like this every night Megan, your attitude will
have to improve." She was struggling and gasping. I kept my arm locked and
stood just out of reach of her flailing arms.

"Do you understand?"

She nodded as best she could and I released her.

Jason had already secured his ankles like he'd been told. He was still feeling
the effects from the sleeper I put him in earlier. I had learned the move
during training of course. My teacher told me it would be one of the more
exciting moves I would use and she was right. I was so surprised when he
charged me like that. One of the things I was taught was to quickly study body
language, posture and facial expression. It's amazing how much you can know
about a person just by looking at them.

Jason's appearance did not indicate he was going to do that. I underestimated
how frightened he had become. Still, it was easy enough to gain control with
the leg sweep. Originally, I did not want to put him in the sleeper but Daniel
was starting to come to and I didn't want to be fighting with them all day so
I had to put him out. I got him on his stomach and put my arms in perfect
position, choke, then around the head, forcing it forward, at the same time
putting pressure on the carotid. He was out in seconds and I never felt so
much power in all my life.

"What happened to me before?"

"You were unconscious. I slowed the blood flow to your brain and that caused
you to pass out. When I released you, the blood pours back in much faster.
That is why you have such a bad head ach right now." I gently guided him back
so he was laying flat on his back. I then took each wrist and secured the
Velcro cuff around it. Now he was like the other 3, on their back, hands and
ankles spread out to prevent any significant movement or escape.

"I don't understand what's happening." It was true. I knew he wouldn't. It was
part of what every student here goes through.

I have to say, I really felt bad for him at that moment. He was restrained, he
had been physically assaulted, injured and was very scared and alone. And in
his mind he had done nothing wrong. He had no choice but to obey me. He
already learned and would learn again what would happen if he didn't. Still, I
knew what I was doing was for the best. I knew I was helping Jason, all of
them, in immeasurable ways.

"I know you don't." I put my hand to his face. He was a cutie. Even after all
I had done to him; I could tell he liked the feel of my hand. "Its part of
your education. I know you can't possibly understand yet, but you will. And
you will learn and grow from this the same way a lot of other students her
have. OK?"

"I guess it has to be ok."

I smiled at him. I look back now and know that I had just taught my first
lesson.

I wish I could say that Jason was fully acclimated to his new school that
night. But that would be unrealistic. None of them were.

I fought with Daniel four more times after that first day. Twice I sent him to
the infirmary. I was severely reprimanded myself for that. We are expected to
use restraint with the students. The first time I got a warning but the second
time I knew I would be punished. I accepted it because I feel what I did was
justified and would be best for Daniel.

It was the end of their second week. The four of them had gone through
dramatic changes already. All of them had lost weight. They were sleeping
through the night, reasonably used to their restraints. They were starting to
feel the effects of the morning and afternoon workouts.

We were reviewing the results of their first math test. Daniel had scored a
68.

"Daniel, this grade is unacceptable. You will spend an extra half hour each
morning doing additional running. And you will spend an extra half hour with
the math instructor for extra help."

"Miss Lisa, no way. I already run an extra half hour. I'll be running for 2
solid hours. Plus my calisthenics, plus my palates. No fucking way."

I quickly kicked off my open back sneakers and approached him.

"Stand up Daniel."

He remained seated. "OK OK, I'm sorry I cursed. Its just I was never any good
at math. I didn't mean it."

"Stand up Daniel."

He just looked at me. "No. Fuck it. No. You want me to stand so you can do one
of your surprise martial arts shit. No."

"Surprise?"

"That's right. That's the only reason you are able to hurt us. Cause we aren't
ready for it. It's like a sucker punch."

"Daniel, if that is what you think, perhaps you would like to join me on the
matt in the auxiliary gym. You act as if you are ready for a sparing match."

"With you. No way. I don't know any of the stuff you do."

"Are you saying you are afraid?"

"No. Its just you obviously not shit. Sorry, stuff, that I don't. It wouldn't
be fair. If I could use my strength I'd do it."

"You mean, like if you were allowed to punch me? Would that be using your
strength?"

"I could hit you, and I wouldn't be punished or anything?"

"On the mat, you are allowed to do anything your little heart desires."

"I'd kill you."

"Put your gym clothes on and meet me on the mat in 2 minutes. Class, join us.
I want you all to see this."

I was so excited. Daniel was right in two areas. It was true that up until
now, our physical altercations were directed by me where I controlled
everything from the onset. Not what you would call a 'fair fight.' Two, he was
certainly stronger then me overall as he outweighed me by over 60 pounds.

For the first time, I would need to completely rely on my conditioning and
skill.

We faced each other on the mat. Jason, Carmine and Megan watched from the
side.

Daniel had changed into the navy shorts and white t shirt the students wore
during their exercise sessions. I was in my normal white skirt and tank. I had
kicked off my shoes.

He moved in and I quickly stepped to the side and snapped off a fast right
jab. I caught his cheek just below his left eye.

"Owe fuck." He recoiled grabbing his face. "Damn that hurt!"

"I'm sorry, you did want to be able to punch, didn't you? He he."

Now realistically, I weighed 95 pounds and I could punch him like that all day
and probably not really hurt him. He just was not expecting that.

"You're so fucking dead. I don't give a rat's ass what happens but you're
dead."

He charged again and I through a slower punch that he blocked easily but then
I swung an uppercut into her diaphragm and he bent over badly. I chopped down
with a strike on the back of his neck and down he went.

"Daniel, I don't understand what the problem is. You are using your strength
aren't you?"

He lay on the floor gasping and struggling for breath. There were tears in his
eyes when he looked up at me. "You fucking bitch. I'll kill you, you fucking
bitch!"

"Now Daniel, you know that I am going to have to punish you for what you just
said." I wagged my finger back and fourth.

He grabbed my leg and pulled me down. I planted my other foot into his neck
and he had to let go. I grabbed his arm and pulled it up as I planted my knee
on his neck. He was on his side and I was kneeling on his neck. With my free
hand, I punched his face 3 times, very fast. Blood started to come from his
nose and his left eye was beginning to swell.

I quickly jumped off of him. "What's wrong, am I too strong for you Daniel?"

He slowly staggered to his feet. His nose and lip cut. I did a round house
kick with all of my strength and felt my foot impact his rib under his left
arm. I clearly heard it crack. He staggered a moment and I let loose a "kia"
and punched him in his face on his right eye, with all my might and he
crumpled to the mat.

I knelt beside him and put a pinch hold on his neck and he writhed in pain.
"Daniel, do you understand that you are not able to oppose me in any way?"

I waited while he squirmed. "Answer me."

"Yes."

"Complete answer please."

"Damn. Yes, I understand Miss Lisa."

I released him. I went to a wall phone and called the infirmary to have him
picked up.

The other three just watched. I was glad it was Daniel and not one of them.
The sad truth was he was used to this type of treatment. Physical abuse. The
difference, as I was taught, was the psychological impact of receiving it from
a young girl was actually extremely positive. It taught him that anyone can be
in control and that he needs to respect everyone.

To be continued ... .

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