The School - Chapter 1 
by robfromny
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. I start off with two
right now but hope to include many more in subsequent chapters. Please send
any thoughts, comments or suggestions to robfromny15000@yahoo.com. Thank you.

The First Day

Jason's Perspective

I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

I had seen beautiful girls before, but nothing like her. She was probably a
year younger then my 15 years. She was extremely athletic though, tight sinewy
muscled arms, flat tummy, toned thighs. Small but firm breasts. Sparkling blue
eyes on an angelic face with soft but warm features. Long auburn hair
cascading off of her shoulders.

She was wearing the same outfit all of the instructors had on. A short white
mini skirt with a cropped sleeveless t, white sneakers, no socks. She had the
same honest, wholesome no nonsense approach the other instructors had as well.

"Weren't you 4 instructed that there would be no talking?" She said this as a
question but I knew she already knew the answer. She eyed each of us firmly.

The 4 she was speaking of was myself, Danny, Carmine and Megan. I didn't know
the other three until a few minutes ago. Not long after each of our parents
dropped us off at this desolate school, hidden in the Catskill Mountains about
3 hours from New York City. My father was very pensive on the drive up, but my
mother seemed barely able to contain her excitement.

We said our good byes and were ushered into this small room with the other 3.
The girl before us introduced herself. "Hello and welcome to our school. My
name is Lisa and I will be your first term primary instructor. Please wait
here while I settle some paperwork with your parents. And no talking please."
She had an amazing smile but she quickly left the room.

As soon as the door closed, Danny spoke first. "I can't believe this shit.
Where the fuck are we man?"

"Shhhh. She said no talking." This was Carmine. He was close to tears.

"Fuck that shit. I'll talk whenever I damn well please."

"He's right," Megan added. "We are going to get in trouble."

"What the fuck do you know?"

Megan moved in front of Danny. "My brother is a senior here asshole."

"Fuck bitch, who are you calling asshole?"

He started pointing in her face in the way I've seen black kids do it in
videos. Carmine was now trembling, moving further away into the corner of the
room.

Megan just turned her back which seemed to enrage Danny even more. Danny was a
tough kid, big in the shoulders and chest. The type of kid who would bully me
or beat me up in my last school. Megan was pretty in a quiet way. She maybe
suspected she was beautiful but did her best to hide the fact. No makeup, hair
short and not really styled. Big clothes covering her small body. Carmine was
clearly scared. It did not seem it would take much to scare Carmine. He had a
round face, messy hair. Soft round body.

As for me, I always considered myself average. Medium height and build.
Neither quiet nor loud. I avoided the jocks and the stoners equally in my last
school.

My last school.

It was not a place I enjoyed but it was a place I understood. A childhood
friend of my mom's told her about this school and assured her it would be the
best thing that ever happened to me. My dad was less certain but he could not
argue with its success rate or its list of extremely successful graduates. So
when my grades went south the second half of 9th grade and I failed to join
any clubs or sports teams, my parents agreed I would begin 10th grade here.

Again, I didn't like school, but I understood how it worked. The teachers told
you what to do, you complained about it but eventually made some feeble
attempt and hopefully passed and moved on. Here, everything so far seemed
upside down. I had yet to see a real "teacher". All I saw were these young
girls like Lisa. All between the ages 13 and 17. All of them sharing Lisa's
outfit, and Lisa's sleek athletic build. And Lisa's natural beauty.

Danny spun Megan around, "don't turn your back on me cunt!"

"wwwwhhyyy ddddon't we jjjjust sit quiet like." This was Carmine who had
visible tears now.

"You are so stupid. You have no idea what's going to happen do you? We are
going to be punished!"

"I don't care."

"You will care!"

Danny looked like he was about to haul off and punch and though I am nobody's
hero, I thought maybe I should get involved.

"Guys, listen." All three of them turned to me. "Why don't we just wait till
she comes back? No use getting all upset just yet.

Danny turned to me. "Fuckin genius you are. I aint seen nothing in this hole
that scares me." He turns back to Megan just as Lisa enters the room.

We all turn to face her.

"Weren't you 4 instructed that there would be no talking?"

We just stood there. It was odd really, this young girl talking to the four of
us like she was in fact our teacher.

"So what." This was Danny, of course.

"One of the first lessons we teach new students at the school is that not
following an instructors orders is a punishable offense." She stood directly
in front of Danny. He was a full head taller then her. She managed some how to
look him in the eye without appearing to look up.

"Fuck you bitch. You aint no teacher."

Something happened then. It was very fast. I would later understand it much
better but at the time it was mostly a blur. Lisa stepped into Danny and
quickly grabbed his wrist, turned, with her one leg between Danny's. She
pulled him and he was immediately off balance. She continued the twirl,
pulling him with her in a complete circle and in an instant; she had his arm
bent behind his back and her arm firmly around his neck in a choke hold.
Danny's one free arm flailed about. Her knee was on his ass as she bent him
backward. The big kid was struggling but she seemed to hold him with minimal
effort.

"Please stop struggling Daniel."

Danny tried pushing back but could not gain enough leverage. "Fuck that
hurts!!!"

"Daniel, I am warning you, please stop trying to resist."

"Fuck you."

She released the arm lock and quickly moved her hand to his neck and did
something. Danny yelled in horror. She spun him around and punched him right
below his rib cage. He bent over, unable to breath. She leaned over him and
put her hands on his back and did another type of pressure point hold and he
howled again and crumpled to the floor.

He was gasping for breath but was barely moving. Lisa turned to the rest of
us.

I couldn't believe what I just saw. This young girl had completely
incapacitated this thug who must outweigh her by over 50 pounds. He was
whimpering on the floor at her feet. Completely gone was the attitude and
brashness he had shown only a minute ago.

She stepped over him and walked toward Carmine. He backed away as much as he
could but he was already against the wall. "I believe you were the second
person in the room to speak, correct Carmine?"

"I I I ,,.. I'm ssssorry."

"Carmine, the second rule that new students at the school need to learn is to
answer all questions by instructors truthfully and honestly. Now, were you the
second person to speak?"

"Yyyessss."

"Carmine, all instructors in this school are woman. You will address us by our
name, preceded by Miss. Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss Lisa."

"Very good." With that, she stepped into him and took his wrist and twisted it
quickly. In an instant, Carmine was on his knees grasping with his free hand
at his twisted arm. She held him easily with one hand. "I understand this
hurts a great deal Carmine. I also understand that you did not mean to violate
the instruction you were given. However, as you are not trained or
disciplined, you were unable to follow a simple instruction. There for, you
are being punished." She seemed to twist harder and he was openly crying now.

He was about on the floor and she held his wrist easily in her small hand.
Megan moved next to her.

"OK!! He gets it!"

With barely an effort, she took Megan's hand and turned it up. She kicked out
her legs and Megan was on the floor. Lisa deftly kicked off her show and
placed her foot on Megan's neck. "Don't move please."

Now she had them both restrained and struggling.

"I need you both to understand that you are never permitted to disobey an
instructor and you are never permitted to question a punishment. Do you
understand?"

Carmine shook his head so quickly I thought it would fall off. Megan just
grunted but it was clear the Lisa was only allowing her minimal breath.

She let go of Megan's wrist and it just fell to the floor. She gripped
Carmine's neck and pinched it. He literally screamed as she let go and he too
fell to the floor.

Lisa calmly took her foot off of Megan's throat and she gasped, frantically
trying to take in oxygen.

She walked toward me, so confident. Her young lithe body fairly rippling with
athleticism. She was clearly much stronger then I initially thought. And her
abilities with, ... what? Jujitsu? Tai Chi? I had no idea what she was using.
Whatever it was, she was clearly a master.

"The quiet one of the group. You were in fact the last to speak."

I must have been in shock, because I remember so little of what happened next.
I only knew that I was very scared. This girl had rendered 3 kids my age
completely helpless, all three of them on the ground barely moving. All you
heard were there moans and cries.

I hate being afraid. Mostly because of how it makes me act. I really hated
being afraid of this 14 year old girl. I knew the door was locked so escape
was not possible unless she gave me her key. Something she did not seem
willing to do at the moment. As she approached, the fear in me just grew. I
did not want to end up like the others, writhing in pain. I was a guy. She was
a younger girl. There was no reason, now that I had a warning, I couldn't
defend myself.

As she neared, I charged her head first. It was the first big mistake I would
make at this school. Unfortunately, it would not be the last.

She moved so fast I did not even see what she did. I had my arms around her
like I was about to tackle her and as I started to drive her down, she swept
my legs from under me with one of hers. As I went down, she got both legs
around my waist and held me there. She quickly grabbed my wrist and twisted
and pressed it and the most incredible shooting pain went up my arm. It was
completely paralyzed. She rolled me onto my back and I tried to move my arm
but it just layer there. She straddles me and easily held my other arm down
with hers. She put her hand around my throat.

"The third rule, Jason, is that an instructor is allowed to physically
discipline a student, but a student is never allowed to physically assault an
instructor. Do you understand.

It was amazing how tight her hand was on my throat. I couldn't breath. I just
nodded.

She quickly rolled me on my back and put me in a head lock. She move her other
hand around my head. Then she just squeezed. The last thing I remember is my
face on the floor, Danny still sprawled out in front of me as the room grew
dark and I fell into unconsciousness like I was falling into a pit of despair.

The First Day

Michelle Stark's (Jason's mom) perspective.

I was so excited.

I had waited for this day since that lunch 8 months ago with Karen. I was so
surprised to hear from her. We were close friends in high school. Co- captains
of the cheerleading squad, national honor society members, very close friends.

But like so many times in life, you get busy with your career, marriage,
raising a family, that you lost touch. After high school, we both went away to
college. I started interning at the investment bank upon graduation and Karen
attended medical school. I met Jim and before I knew it I was a working mom
with two kids, a nanny and an SUV.

I was happy with my life. Both my husband and I have been very successful in
our careers. We enjoy a very active life, physically, intellectually, and yes,
sexually. There was only one thing that worried me. My children. Jason was in
the middle of 9th grade and for the first time, he was really struggling. He
could do the work of that I was sure. He was just lazy. I wish I could say it
was him but it was the same with all of her friends. It seems the youth of
today has become so apathetic, real achievement is something they neither
strive for nor even dream about.

My daughter was in the 6th grade and while she had not shown her brother's
tendency for laziness, she was 3 years younger.

These things were nagging at me when I got the call from Karen. She only said
that she'd been thinking about me and was wondering if I'd like to have lunch
with her.

We met the next day and talked for hours. Our conversation ended up settling
on our children. She described her children who were focused, ambitious,
courteous, and respectful. They were excelling academically and physically.
Her oldest was following in her footsteps and was enrolled in Johns Hopkins
pre-med program. She had another at M.I.T.

I was in awe. I could only speak minimally about my two underachievers. She
was very kind and very understanding. She said that if I wanted, my children
could be just as successful as hers. All it would take was commitment on my
part, and hard work on theirs. I finally had to ask her what her secret was.
She told me about a school. At first, all she told me was that it was very
private, but extremely effective.

She said she learned about it from a sorority sister she kept in touch with
since college. The school founder was a woman with a PHD in Child Psychology
who spent years studying different cultures and the techniques societies used
in raising children. She paid special attention to what worked and did not
work. She also studied human behavior in adults. What different child rearing
techniques produced productive and content adults. It was her plan to cull
together all of the most effective instructional and discipline techniques
that brought about the most productive adult behaviors and use them as the
prime directive for instruction at her school.

The first thing she learned was that most poor behavior in children and adults
were driven by men. I know, big surprise. She also learned that the most
effective disciplinarians whether they are parents, supervisors or even prison
guards were women. By their nature women are much more in control of their
feelings and desires. They are not distracted or greedy in the way men are. So
she settled that all her instructors would be women.

She also learned that younger women would be far more effective at
disciplining the young troubled students she expected at her school. Not just
young women, but young attractive women. It was no secret that a beautiful
woman is captivating certainly to boys or men but also to woman.

I was not sure what type of school this could be. Young women educating? Karen
explained that these women, not more then girls really, were given extensive
and rigorous training in many disciplines. They lived a life of physical
fitness, intellectual attainment and sexual fulfillment. All of them would
have to prove proficiency in academics and physical fitness. Additionally,
they are all trained in highly advanced martial arts.

I have to say, the concept intrigued me. Still, I had trouble imagining a high
school run entirely by teenage girls. She said that I needed to come see.

After going through a barrage of confidentiality agreements, I was finally
allowed to visit the school. What I saw still thrills me to this day. Young
confident strong and smart girls directing boys and girls through vigorous
athletic workouts, challenging them at the highest academic levels,
disciplining unacceptable behavior and guiding the students toward proper and
productive lives. I was never more impressed in my entire life.

All of these thoughts ran through my head as we drove up to the campus. My
husband Jim was apprehensive. I went over everything with him of course, but
needless to say, it was a lot for him to handle. Only the fact that the school
boosts such a tremendous success record

To be continued ... ..

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