'The Finishing School' Series

By Ariel Bruhl

They called it ‘The Finishing School’ but when Skyler is sent to Hardwoods Academy for Wayward Girls at age eighteen, she has no idea why – until her journey of sexual liberation begins. Because at Hardwoods, sexual education is the most important subject in the curriculum, overseen by strict Principal Dawes, and administered by a bevy of hot and very hard teachers. But can Skyler’s rebellious streak be tamed? Or will Hardwoods be just another institution that can’t handle her? Explicit, Illicit, 18+ Erotica.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ariel Bruhl
• Release date: Aug 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005452315

Ariel Bruhl

Hi! I’m Ariel Bruhl, Your Naughty Neighborhood Smut Writer with Tales to Excite & Provoke.I Hope You'll Enjoy All The Filthy Fantasies I Have on Offer Here.But Have a Care!Everything I Scribble is Definitely 18+, NSFW, & Designed to Get You Hot Under the Collar From the Start!

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Copyright © 2022 Ariel Bruhl

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All characters depicted in this publication are 18 years of age or older, are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

CONTENTS

INDUCTION

BIOLOGY CLASS

IN THE SHOWERS WITH CHARLIE

IN THE SHOWERS WITH MR. MICHAELS

TAKING CARE OF THE CARETAKER

PUNISHED BY MS. DAWES

PUNISHED BY MR. McCLAREN

INDUCTION

The name on the prospectus was Hardwood’s Academy for Wayward Girls, but everyone called it The Finishing School. And for good reason, as I was soon to find out. But at the beginning, as I stood alone in Mr. Johnson’s classroom, I had no idea what was in store for me. Or in the days and weeks to come.

So, do you know why you’ve been sent here, Skylar? Mr. Johnson asked me as he perched himself on the corner of his desk. I fussed with my new uniform. It was like no other I’d ever worn before: the red and black plaid skirt hardly covered my ass, the stockings barely threatened the tops of my thighs, and the white shirt was so tight it had trouble constraining my breasts – although that had always been my problem ever since I’d hit eighteen. In all honesty, I thought they had just given me too small a size, until I noticed all the other girls were similarly dressed.

Skylar? Mr. Johnson prompted. You hear what I said?

I sighed, brushing an errant red hair out of my eyes. I was sent here because I was thrown out of my last college, I answered with a shrug. Because Mom thought I’d get better discipline here. And I lifted my gaze to meet my new tutor’s. I knew it was a defiant kind of stare; the kind of look that always got me into trouble. But then, Mr. Johnson wasn’t exactly difficult to look at either, with a good strong build, a short-clipped beard, and fierce black eyes. Some of the other girls had told me he was intimidating when they first met him. But I was made of sterner stuff, even though he had a birch cane in his hand and was tapping it rhythmically against the edge of his boot.

That’s right, Mr. Johnson pursed his lips. You’ve been a lot of trouble to your poor mother and a lot of trouble to your last college. But that’s all about to change. You know why?

I shrugged again, but didn’t answer.

Because at Hardwood’s, said Johnson, we adhere to a strict policy of Tough Love.

Tough Love? I raised an eyebrow. That sounds like some kind of tree hugging bullshit, sir.

Hardly, Skylar, Mr. Johnson said. Rather, at Hardwood’s we have a progressive attitude toward incentivizing our pupils. It was our founder, Ms. Dawes who soon identified what particular young women like you needed to excel; bright girls with excess energy and enquiring minds. You are such a person, Skylar, at least in accordance with a number of factors and our exhaustive assessment.

Yeah?

Oh yes. And you’re going to learn a lot at Hardwood’s. I guarantee it. Which was when Mr. Johnson shifted slightly on his desk, laying his free hand on his thigh, and where – for the first time – I noticed the swelling beginning to take shape beneath the grey material of his pants.

I blinked. And immediately my body stiffened. What the fuck was this? The man had a raging hard-on.

But then as I stared at that lump unfurling before my eyes, it suddenly dawned on me why I was here, and I cursed under my breath.

Shit, I thought. So that’s why Mom had wanted to send me to Hardwoods. I should’ve known.

Of course, Mom had also been a pupil at the Academy back in the day, and she’d always said what wonders the place had done for her attitude. It helped her cast off the rebellious streak she’d always had, and focused her on achieving many of her life goals. But the secret as to how had been largely down to the Academy’s liberal attitude to sex education – although she’d remained tight lipped on exactly the processes involved. All she would explicitly say was: ‘When you need to learn how the power of a daily orgasm can improve every aspect of your life, Skylar, I’ll tell you when you’re old enough. Or, if you end up anything like me, you’ll probably be admitted to Hardwood’s and they’ll teach you. Either way, don’t pass up the opportunity to achieve true contentment. I guarantee it’ll be the making of you

Now, you can leave at any time, of course, Mr. Johnson said then, slowly pushing to his feet. I was still staring at his crotch where that monster in his pants was getting even bigger, and you can go back to your underachieving troubled life, trying to work fruitlessly through your day-to-day frustrations. That’s your choice. But I’d much prefer it if you turn around and let me begin the lesson.

That was enough for me to hitch a breath. And almost at once I could feel a tingling working its way down my body and between my legs. Gooseflesh prickled along my arms. And against my shirt I became instantly aware of my nipples stiffening.

Well? Mr. Johnson said, flipping the cane up so that he held it with both hands. You want to leave, Skylar?

I looked to the door. I have to admit, there was a moment’s hesitation. What the hell kind of weird fucked up place was this anyway? But when I looked back to Mr. Johnson, I felt that patch of dampness in my panties begin to spread, and I thought of Mom, and I realized she was right. I needed this. I needed to learn.

I bit my bottom lip, and I turned around.

That’s good, Skylar, said Mr. Johnson behind me. You’ve made the right choice. What you’ll experience here will free your mind and your body. This is the true path to success.

Then I heard the shuffling of his boots as he took a few short steps toward me, and the next thing I knew, a hand dropped lightly onto my shoulder and I immediately started at the touch.

That’s okay. Don’t be nervous, he reassured me. You’re going to be just fine. Although, to begin to exorcise all those bad habits you’ve picked up over the years, I need to make sure you’re focused, Skylar. I need to hear you say you’re ready and willing to give yourself over to my teachings.

I swallowed. Mr. Johnson’s hand