A Principal's Lesson



"Catherine Hoffmeister to the principal's office!".
The words were followed by laughs and mocking cries from all thestudents in highschool.
Every time they heard this message, they laughed - maybe the name, or maybe because nobody
really liked Catherine Hoffmeister. The girls hated her for being so pretty: she had thick, brown hair, 
blue eyes, perfect nose and a skin and body of a barby doll. The boys hated her for being such a snob.
she never talked to a boy or a girl in school, she was always distant, as if no one were equal to her  in
level, no one was worthy of her attention.
The laughs escorted Catherine along the hall, as she walked (like a model! such a snob) towards the 
principal's office. Everybody knew the principal himself hated her. She was a lazy student and didn't
have good grades. She acted as if she doesn't care. Even in his office, a place all the students were 
terrified of being in, she acted as if she was bored and patronizing.
Catherine went into the office.
"Shut the door behind you!" said the principal, Mr. Farts, his face red with anger.
"Do you have something important to tell me?" said Catherine, with a tone close to a threat.
"How dare you?!!" said Farts angrily, "You are a disgrace! a 16 year old lazy hag!!"
Catherine looked him in the eyes. She was event taller than him.
"I am going to teach you a lesson!" he said. "Come with me!" he went outside to the hall, where all the 
other students were standing. Catherine followed him.

"Well, well madam Hoffsissy!" said Farts mockingly. (A wave of hysterical laughter from the crowd)
"Are we satisfied in our kingdom this morning?" (another wave..)
Catherine said nothing. Just looked at him calmly.
"You are expelled! do you hear me? expelled! and I will personally come and have a word with your 
ignorant parents to let them know what their daughter really is!" (laughs, laughs)
"I'll make you sorry for this." she gave a beautiful smile and walked away, leaving behind laughing 
students and shocked Mr. Farts.

(two days later)

"What the hell is that address?" Farts asked himself, looking at the note his secretary left him. He told 
her to find out "the snob's" address, so he can see her parents personally. He drove through the 
countryside, and he was just about to turn the car around, when he saw a wooden sign, finely carved, 
saying "Chateau Hoffmeister". He drove a little bit further, and between the trees, he saw the a huge, 
marvelous stone house, with grass all around it. A big pool with fountain was in front of the house, and 
on a red stone frontyard parked two magnificent sport cars, one red and one silver.

"I'll be damned" he told himself. 
He parked his car outside the iron gate, and waited. After ten minutes, a man in white uniforms came to 
him.
"Mr. Farts?" he asked.
"yes," said Farts
"Come in. We've been expecting you." the man said, opening the gate.
Farts followed the man towards the house. He didn't believe houses like that existed.
They entered the house, designed in the interior like a 15th century French mansion. 
"Please wait here" the man said, and went into one of the rooms on the side.
Later, all that Farts could remember was a hit on the head from a blunt object, and a blackness that 
followed.

When Farts woke, he found himself in another room, probably a ball room. The walls were purple with 
golden carvings, and statues were in the corners. He was chained to iron rings on one of the walls, 
facing the wall itself. His clothes were missing, and all he was left with were grey socks and his white 
cotton briefs. A big iron ball was chained to one of his legs, like a prisoner, and a white wig, like the 
wigs worn by judges, was on his head.

Half an hour later, the same man came inside the room.
"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting," he said, "but the Lady princess Catherine was out riding, and she 
told me to prepare you for 10 o'clock in the morning, that's in about 10 minutes."
"What the hell is this?" Farts yelled. "Release me immediately or I'll have you arrested and thrown to 
jail!" 

"Sorry, mister." the man said. "I take orders from the Master Hoffmeister and the Lady princess 
Hoffmeister only." he looked at him and let out a short, loud laugh.
"Let me out of here!!!" Farts yelled, as the man walked away.

"Well, well.. what have we here?" he heard an angelic voice behind him and turned his head.
Catherine entered the room. She walked elegantly,  dressed in an equestrian outfit: beige tight breeches, 
leather gloves, tight white shirt, a fancy, deep blue riding jacket, and black riding boots. She wore a 
riding helmet, with chin strap on. Both her hands were behind her beautiful shaped bottom, holding a 
black leather  riding crop.

Catherine looked at him with an astonished look, for about five seconds, and then started to giggle 
uncontrollably. She giggled and laughed for about a minute. 
She measured him with an extremely amused look.
"How wonderful you look," she giggled. "those panties, and that wig.." 
Farts looked at her with new fear in his eyes.
"Girl, this is." he started to say-
"HUSH!!" she hushed him with a frown. "You will speak only when permitted to. Understood?"
Farts hesitated. Catherine took the crop in the right hand and gave a sharp flog on his butt. 
"Ayyyyy!!!!!!!" He yelled.
"Understood?" she asked quietly, with that patronizing tone.
"y.. yes." he stuttered.
"Very good." She said. "Well, you wanted to speak with my father. I'm afraid he's on a business trip 
and won't be back until August. In the meantime, I hope you arranged for yourself a replacement at 
school for the next week or two, because. you are going to be educated thoroughly in my estate."
Farts started to weep. Catherine smiled and looked at him. She took out a whistle from a pocket and 
whistled twice.
A servant came rushing in the room, and bowed deeply to Catherine. 
"Yes, your highness?" he asked
"Prepare him for the training." she ordered. "I want the collar on him, too."
"Yes, your highness" he bowed down and went out the room.
Catherine smiled. "Here, I am the principal. And you are going back to be a young pupil."
and she went out.

An hour later, his chains removed, he was taken out to the garden. Catherine, in a new, more elegant 
equestrian outfit, sat on a comfortable armchair. She wore fancy sun-glasses, and held a riding crop.
"Good morning again, pupil." she said. "before we start, just a little notice. The collar that you wear is 
a detonator device. It is remote controlled, and can be triggered to blow your head off should you try to 
escape - if you pass the guards, the dogs and the fences, that is.  It cannot be removed or disabled. So if 
I were you, I wouldn't try." she giggled.
"The police will come to find me." said Farts.
"Your wife got a message in your machine, that you ran away with a young student of yours. I'm told 
that half an hour ago she filed for divorce." Catherine smiled charmingly.
"No!!." cried Farts and started to weep again.
"Enough!" she said firmly. "I will not tolerate sissy behavior from you. You will act according to your 
new status. Understood?" 
"Y. yess."
"Very well. let us begin, shall we?"

He was forced down on all fours, facing her.
"From this moment on, until I say otherwise, you shall remain in this position. You are not permitted to 
stand up on your feet. Understood?"
Farts only looked at her with hate. She giggled, licked her lips, and suddenly flogged his thigh with the 
riding-crop. "Understood?" she repeated with a smile.
"Ayyy. yy.. yes." Farts let out.
"Leash!" Catherine commanded. One of the servants hooked a leather leash to the collar, and gave 
Catherine its other edge, with a loop.
"You shall keep this leash on your neck at all times. Understood?"
"Yes." Farts said



"Okay. Time for getting used to your new position. By noon, you must walk on fours around the 
mansion - the ENTIRE mansion - so you'll adjust. This will be done starting from tomorrow morning, 
two hours each morning - from 6 a.m. to 8 a.m. This will be strictly kept, and do not dare not to 
complete this mission each morning. Understood?"
"y..y.." 
Catherine shifted legs, found a more comfortable position on the armchair. She pointed with her riding-
crop on his wig, and laughed: "And you shall keep that wig on your head at all times. Do not DARE to 
take it off even for a second. Understood?"
"y..y"
"Brushes!" Catherine commanded. A servant brought two rough brushes, and tied them to Farts' palms, 
the hairs facing down.
"You shall keep these brushes tied to your hands always. From this afternoon, you are assigned to 
polishing all toilets in the mansion, so they shine all the time. Understood?"
"yes.yes."
"Of course, you won't use your hands for eating. You shall eat from a bowl on the floor. Understood?"
"yy..yes.."
"Diapers!" Catherine ordered.
A servant came with nylon bag, pulled out large diapers, in a size fit for an adult. He placed the diapers 
around Farts' crotch, like a ridiculous large infant. The diapers were extremely tight. That gave poor 
Farts a more humiliating appearance yet ( if that was still possible).. Catherine giggled loudly.
"You shall keep the diapers on always. Once every three days, a servant will have these changed. You 
are not to touch the diapers, not even if an emergency occurs and you had a diarrhea. Understood?"
"yes."
"Bell!" she commanded. A servant came with a golden bell, like the ones hanging from cattle neck. He 
tied the bell to the collar. 
"You shall keep this bell always. You must not touch it. Understood?"
"yes.."
"A cold mango-rum drink!" Catherine ordered.
Farts' looked at her suddenly with hope. The 16-years old girl noticed the look from behind her sun-
glasses (15,000$) and laughed:
"It's for the principal, not for the pupil!" and she licked her lips as she giggled at his red face.
The drink was brought almost immediately, and the girl put it on a low table next to her leg in riding-
boot.
"Every day, at 4 o'clock p.m. sharp, you will return to the room, a servant will have you chained, and 
you will receive your daily punishment. The base punishment is 30 strokes of a riding-crop. Each day, 
depending on your behavior and success in the training, it may be reduced or expanded, at my 
discretion. Understood?"
"yes." said Farts, and almost started to weep.
"Now," Catherine stated. "Tonight I'm having a party for some friends of mine. You will await in your 
room, and will be summoned from time to time to serve and to ammuse. Your cue is three whistles. 
Like this:" and she pulled out the whistle and whistled three times. "Got it?"
"yes. "
"Good. And one last thing. You address me as 'your highness' only. Any other form of addressing is 
unacceptable and will carry severe punishment. Understood?"
"yes.. your highness."
Catherine smiled. "Good. Off you go, off to your training." she patted his face lightly with the riding-
crop, the way you chase flies away. She giggled again, licked her lips and drank.

(night)

They all came in limousines, driven by servants in uniforms. The young ladies (15 the youngest, 17 the 
oldest) all went out of the fancy cars. A personal servant awaited each lady, and escorted her to the 
party hall. 
Each young lady (all daughters of billionaires of course) wore an 18th century puffed crinoline dress, 
with corset and ruffled sleeves. Each had plenty of jewelry on her: necklace, rings, etc.
Catherine herself wore a fancy,hugely  puffed crinoline dress, with a golden corset. 
"Ladies," Catherine smiled. "Now that we're all together, I would like you to show a new pupil of mine 
in Hoffmeister's mansion" and she whistled three times.

In 20 seconds, Farts came crawling on his fours, with socks, diapers, bell and brushes for hands. His 
wig was already dirty in some places. His leash was in his mouth.


The young, teenage ladies (12 ladies all in all) looked in astonishment. After about ten seconds, they 
started giggling uncontrollably. They giggled and giggled and laughed.. Farts was close to weeping.
"Is he allowed to stand?" asked a 15-years old girl. 
"No." said Catherine, "he's to remain on fours unless I say otherwise."
"Can I have him polish my shoe?" asked a 17-year old girl, in a huge fancy dress.
"Of course." Catherine smiled. "But take the riding-crop, in case you are not satisfied."
"Sure," the girl giggled, took the riding crop from the table and tested its flexibility.
She flogged the air once, and pointed at her shoe. "Slave, polish my shoe now!" she commanded.
Farts crawled to her, started to lick her show. All the girls laughed.
"He really is good." the girl laughed. "Step out now, slave boy!" and when she saw Farts was delaying 
for a second, she snapped "Get back! now!" and kicked his face. he stumbled backwards and hurried up 
on fours again, as the girl giggled. 
"Pupil, over here." Catherine said. She took a piece of cloth and tied around his eyes, so he couldn't 
see. She took the leash in one hand.
The girl with the riding crop giggled. She blinked to Catherine, and cracked across his ass with the 
crop. He yelled and started crawling as fast as he could, to all directions, since his eyes were tied.
All the girls were laughing hysterically. They passed the riding-crop to each other, and each girl in her 
turn flogged him in the ass. The 15-year old girl was especially enthusiastic about it, hitting his ass 
mercilessly, giggling while doing it. Catherine was amused and aroused. She held the poor pupil by the 
leash in one hand alone. 
After a few minutes the girls got tired from the game. Catherine untied his eyes, red with tears. 
"Open your mouth!" she commanded, and put the leash back in his mouth.
"You may return to your room." She smiled her beautiful smile. 


The days passed by, the weeks passed by. 
One day, a long, white limousine parked in front of the school gates.
The driver opened the door, and Catherine stepped out, in her equestrian clothes and with a riding crop, 
leading Farts (what's left of him), on fours, in his panties and wig, by the leash.
An abrupt silence.
All the students looked amazed. Catherine Hoffmeister turned out to be daughter of one of the richest 
men in Europe. She walked elegantly, and Farts crawled before her. She wore the same sunglasses.

"You can have him back." she said nonchalantly to the students who stood their, shocked. "I don't need 
him anymore." she took the leash off, and went back to the limousine. 

All the students looked for another minute, and started to laugh hysterically to the sight of the former 
Mr. Farts. They started teasing him, calling him names. Some girls got closer and stuck their chewing 
gums on his hair. 


THE END.