Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/Fired
“The headmaster is waiting for you,” Laima’s dry greeting as you enter the office caught you off guard. These past few weeks had been a dream come true, being payed to have sex with children was just the cherry on top. You had reunited with your sister, got closer to your children, make peace with your parents and for once had a bright outcome for you life.
The school’s secretary, Laima, had been one of the first to open up to you, getting so far as to admit she also had some attraction towards young boys, and being happy you had included her in some of the punishments.
But now she seemed back to her stiff self of your first meeting, “Is something wrong?” you asked, still unable to stop smiling.
“You’ll have to ask the headmaster, don’t make him wait any more.” she said, still quite rude.
“Ok, Ok, don’t get your panties in a twist,” you answered as you head for the headmaster’s office. She must have woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, you thought as you knock on the door before entering.
The headmaster was at his desk, behind a small mountain of papers, as always, “Wanted to see me, Mr. Granville?” you called as you enter.
The headmaster looked up, and a frown passed over his face, “Yes, sit down.” he said dryly.
You never had the best relationship with the headmaster, even back on your student days (when he was already the headmaster), you were sure it was only your sister’s influence on him that had convince him to hire you, along with the fact that nobody else would take a job that would label them as “pedophile” to the world.
Still, in the last few weeks you felt as if you were making progress getting onto his good side. He had even agreed to participate in some of the punishments you had given out, and didn’t seemed to resent you for it, on the contrary, he seemed relieved that he could do things with the excuse that you had asked for it.
So they way he was talking to you now was a bit disconcerting. You started walking towards his desk, but he stopped you when you were about to pull a chair.
“No, don’t sit down, you better stay there,” you stopped, now completely stunned, “I’m not even going to ask for an explanation for this.”
He then trow some paper on the table in your direction. At first glance they appeared to be student records, and after a nod from him you took them to examine them.
Indeed they were student records, records from a few of the girls you have given exemplary punishments in the past few weeks.
“That was abuse of your position!” he followed, not waiting for you to finish reading the reports.
“What are you talking about?”
“Five brilliant students who can no longer be married!” he almost shouted, clearly very angry, “at least three pregnant with your bastards!” he continued, signaling the papers in your hands, “and one that almost took her own life!”
“It was you that designed the punishments!” you countered. You really didn’t care that the town put so much weight in the virginity of their brides, and you already knew about two of the pregnancies, since you have been there when the girls took the tests, in the same table where they conceived. The only unsettling news was the attempted suicide.
“For the adequate offense! These students only committed minor offenses and you took their virginities and their futures!”
“What difference does it make?” now you were really angry, “if I hadn’t done it someone else would have, they had no future the moment the were born here!”
The headmaster let himself drop on his chair, for once looking older than he really was, “I should have listened to my instincts,” he said, almost to himself, “I tried to give you a chance, a place where your compulsions could be useful, but clearly you couldn’t control yourself.”
“My… compulsions…” you spat. Few times have you felt as angry as in that moment. Yes, you liked children, but all the people in Mahogany Hills were monsters, monsters to their children and to each other, harming them far more than you could ever have by having sex with them.
“Doesn’t matter,” the headmaster continued, apparently ignoring you, “I’m not even going to fire you, we already called the police.”
That statement stopped your anger short, “What?”
“You cannot stay, but you are still a member of our community, so I’m giving you a heads-up, leave and don’t ever put your feet in my town!” he finished, looking at you with fire in his eyes.
“You think I’ll take that lying? If the police come I won’t be the only one leaving in chains.” you threatened, but in the back of your mind you were already thinking if you would have enough time to pick some things from your home, to say goodbye to your sister.
The headmaster just laughed at your threat, “Sure boy, you think you’re the first one who’ve tried to take me down? I’m being nice to you, since I brought you here, now take my gift and get out of my school, out of my town!”
You knew it was true. The program had never been a secret, so somehow it was legally approved, you had no idea how. You throw the papers back at the headmaster and stomped out the office, out of school, and out of your dream life.
What followed showed you the real face of the community and the power that the headmaster commanded. Not even your sister heard you out, siding with the headmaster and accusing you of abusing innocent girls. The hypocrisy!
Worst still, the police that had been called wasn’t just the local idiots, but actually state and federal troops, who took seriously to the reports of a pedophile on the run. You soon discovered that even though you managed to scape Mahogany Hills, your name and image preceded you. That place had managed to ruin your life once more, this time permanently.
End