You are Mine

You are Mine 2

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Chapter 2

1

Nick’s phone buzzed on his night stand next to his bed. His alarm clock flashed in bright red letters “5:01 am” The twilight sky illuminated the bedroom with early autumn colors of red and orange. His phone bounced in place which each vibration of the phone call. An early morning phone call from Lillian Frey. Nick turned over in his bed, bringing a pillow over his head to drown out the noise. The phone continued for a few more seconds and then stopped. After a few seconds in between, the pattern continued. Nick flung his arm from under the sheets, slamming down his hand on the alarm clock. Nick turned in the bed, realizing it was his phone and not alarm clock, before picking up his phone.

He answered the call; “Who’s this?” he asked half asleep.
A quiet early morning whisper answered on the other end.
“Who? Lillian?”
The squeaks of Lillian's voice became louder, and words, almost recognizable words could be heard. The bedroom slowly lit with the rising sun.
“You want me to do what?” Nick asked “Really?” He sat up in bed, turning on the lamp next to his bed, and propping his body up against the backboard of his bed. “Come on Lillian.”
“Do it!” she almost screamed into the phone before hanging up.
Nick threw his phone onto this bed, his body drained. The muscles in his chest tightened, his breathing shallow and fast. He felt tense and nervous. Feelings he could not bury away, but he wished he could make them evaporate. The constant fear of blackmail, the fear of deep secrets, a character assassination in the process. He worried about his future, he worried Lillian would not keep her word, or worse, she would ask him to do too much. The morning sun peeked over the horizon, gazing into the bedroom - ready or not - time to wake up.

2

Michael Cardone stepped into Principal Alexander’s office after his last class of the morning just before lunch. He was a bit nervous after receiving the note; he had never been called to the principal's office before and never intended to while in high school. Generally, you were only sent there if you were in trouble. Vice principal Margaret Fletcher sat in a chair off to the side, clipboard and pen ready, taking notes while Mike spoke.

“So why did I get the report you snuck drugs into the school?”

“I don’t know. I promise you I’ve never taken drugs in my life.” Mike responded.

“Well young man, would you be open to taking a drug test?”

“Absolutely.” Mike said confidently.

“Would you be willing to submit to a strip search?” Mrs. Fletcher spoke from the side of the room, his head perked up, as she quickly interrupted the principal’s line of questioning.

“What?” Mike said almost shocked at the question.

“Would you be willing to let the principal and I strip search you to see if you have any drugs on you. After all you may not be using, but you could still be a seller?” She stood from her chair, almost ready to start the search herself.

“I don’t have drugs!” Mike protested, then turning his head to Mrs. Fletcher “And I don’t have any drugs on me.”

“Then you have no reason to object to a quick search, would you?” She said her head held high, confident, victorious.

Mike turned back to the principal, almost begging for support from this woman, this ravenous predator. Mike did not get such relief.

“Well, Mike, I think a quick search won’t hurt, and besides it will clear your name if nothing else.” Principal Alexander said. Mr. Harrison was an older man, white hair and a grey beard. The epitome of a professor. The man was soft spoken, a scholar. He turned to his vice principal. “Mrs. Fletcher you may proceed with the strip search, but if we find nothing, this young man is clear, is that understood?”

She nodded her head and smiled, grinning, barely able to hide her excitement; “I need you to remove all your clothing and place it on the desk in front of you. I will search through your clothes and bags while Mr. Harrison searches you - okay?”

Michael Cardone, a 16-year-old boy, felt powerless - he could not believe what he was being asked to do. He glanced at Mr. Harrison, his eyes begging, pleading with the man to stop this madness. Mr. Harrison avoided eye contact. He had no choice. Vice Principal had been gunning for his job for months now. And the fact she had turned almost every parent board member against him, to support her promotion, frightened him. Mrs. Fletcher was gunning for a shot at principal. Mr. Harrison had been an administrator at this school for decades and here Mrs. Fletcher swoops in and steals the show in months. She was ambitious and wasn’t afraid to play dirty.

Mrs. Fletcher watched, her eyes wide open, her gaze focused on the boy stripping in front of her. His shirt flew off and landed on the desk in disarray. The metallic sound of Mike unfastening his belt, sent blood flowing throughout her body. Her heart pounded with anticipation. Her salvation sent her salivary glands into overdrive. She felt both horny and hungry. Mike turned, knowing Mrs. Fletcher watched from afar, trying to hide as much of his body from her gaze. Soon his pants fell below his knees. He balanced on one foot as he removed the pants from his legs.

Mike glanced up at Mr. Harrison, unsure if to remove his boxers. He kept both his hands in the waistband of his shorts, as if to ask, ‘do I need to remove these too?’ Mr. Harrison nodded. And soon his boxers fell to the floor. Mike’s hands shot down to cover his groin. Mrs. Fletcher’s eyes soared down his bare backside, fixating on his round, tiny butt cheeks. Perfectly round and firm. Her grin stretched across her face, almost ear to hear. Mike stepped out of his boxers, kicking them forward, standing tall - his hands clinging to his balls with determination. Mrs. Fletcher took a step forward

3

Nick entered the high school locker room during his lunch period, the same locker room where a video of him talking about having sex with a girl was recorded. The locker room was empty, as most students would be in the cafeteria eating. Nick walked up to his locker, removed the combination lock, and opened the door. His stomach growled, expecting a source of fuel soon. His muscles twitched as a sudden panic zapped through his body. Lillian was quite clear on her demands and she had the power. He knew she was waiting for him to complete his task. He glanced up at the clock, mounted on the wall; as time slowed, each click, each tick echoed in his head like a empty room. He could feel the sounds bumping through his head, like a game of ping pong.

Nick stripped down, placing each item of clothing into his locker. Shoes, socks, T-shirt, jeans, briefs all piled into the locker room. Nick removed another lock from his backpack, before placing the pack inside the locker too. This lock, one Lillian gave him, had a unknown combination, she hadn’t shared that combination with him. The naked 16-year-old boy, hooked the lock onto the door, taking a deep breath, and then fastened the metallic arm into the round base of the lock. Nick was now trapped, completely naked, with no way to access his clothes.

Nick walked to the door of the locker room that connected to the school hallway. He pulled the door halfway open, poking his head into the hallway, but keeping his body behind the door. Lillian, the overweight beast, stood across from the door, smiling at Nick.

“Good boy” she said. “Show me that you are naked.”

Nick pulled the door open as her eyes scanned every inch of the boy. “Now what?” he questioned, having no idea how long she would force him to be naked or what tasks she had planned for him.

“Well I wrote down the combination to the lock and taped it underneath a desk in room 205. Good luck.” She turned and began to walk down the hall.

“Seriously?” His voice raised. “What if people see me.”

“Make an excuse, you have a whole half hour before lunch period ends, better move fast.”

“No, Lillian get back here.”

Lillian continued walking down the hall, mentally patting herself on the back for a job well done. She knew chances are someone would see the boy. She knew a little public humiliation was needed, after all so far, only she knew. She felt a little obligated to make him pay. She turned the corner, now out of sight of Nick.

4

Mike stood naked, hands behind his head, and across the desk of Mr. Alexander, who sat behind his desk - unsure where his eyes should look. Mrs. Fletcher stood in the back of the office, searching through the boy’s clothes, combing every inch. “Perhaps you should search his body, you know to see if he is hiding any on him.” She ordered as she folded the boy’s boxers into a pile. Mr. Alexander’s face seemed almost as blank as Mike’s. He stood up from the desk and walked over to Mike. Mrs. Fletcher peaked over her shoulder to ensure both of them were occupied. When she was sure, she grabbed a plastic bag from her pocket containing marijuana and slipped it into Mike’s pants pocket.

She quickly placed his pants back on the table and moved to his shirt, pretending to still investigate his clothing. Soon she would pretend like she found something, showing Alexander the evidence, but first she wanted Mike to sweat, to feel shame and anxiety. “Please lift your penis” Alexander ordered. She grinned, knowing those two men would rather be any place else, both wishing the strip search could be over with.

“Principal Alexander, you better come take a look at this” She said, trying to intentionally raise her voice, to sound more concerned and worried. Alexander walked over, almost in full sprint just to escape seeing a naked boy. He held up his jeans. “Front pocket. I found something.”

Alexander reached into the jeans, his fingertips grabbing the plastic bag, and pulled the bad out of the pants. “Is this...”

“Weed” She finished the sentence. “Turns out he did have drugs.”

“What?” Mike shouted from the other end of the room.

“Apparently you are a liar and a druggie Mr. Cardone. What do you have to say for yourself young man?”

“Those aren’t my drugs. I swear.” Mike turned around moving his hands back to his genitals.

“Uhuh, then what do you call this?” She pointed to the bag. Alexander seemed shock, he would never expect drugs at a prestigious school, an elite prep school.

“That’s not mine.” Mike responded.

“You are in a lot of trouble young man.” Fletcher said, taking a step, a threatening move towards the 16-year-old boy. “A lot of trouble indeed.”

“I promise, that’s not my bag.”

“I want to know where you got this, and what your plans were for this.”

“It’s not mine, someone must have snuck it in my pants.”

“Sure, into your pants pocket? Without you noticing?” She said. Mike stood, silent, his thoughts spinning as he retraced his steps for the day. “Well, I think you know what we have to do Mr. Alexander. We need to know what other students have been using.”

The principal stood still, beads of sweat beginning to form. Mrs. Fletcher walked over to his desk, opened a draw, and pulled out a wooden paddle.

“Mrs. Fletcher, we haven’t had to use that in years. Do you really think that’s necessary?”

“I think if we are going to get answers, there is no other choice.”

Mike’s eyes widened as he saw the paddle, and took a step back as Mrs. Fletcher approached him. “Please don’t let her paddle me...Please.” He glanced at Alexander.

“I’m sorry” Alexander responded, shell-shocked by the events unfolding. “You shouldn’t have brought drugs into school.”

“Hold him” Mrs. Fletcher ordered. Principal Alexander placed his arms on the boy’s shoulders. Mrs. Fletcher placed her arm around the boy’s waist, her hand inches from his naval, while she landed the first blow on the boys bare ass. “I want to know who you are selling the drugs too and what other students are using.” Another whack rushed down onto the butt causing a loud echo, slap, across the room. “I will do this as long as it takes.”
Mike struggled to fight the tears as each slap landed harder and more tenacious then the previous stroke. Mike screamed out in pain. Trying to squirm and dodge the blows, but Mr. Alexander and Mrs. Fletcher held the boy tight. She continued.

5

Nick approached the door to room 205, sprinting at full speed, head pivoting left and right. So far so good. He had been lucky to this point not to have been seen. His feet, now covered in dirt from the floor, felt sticky and disgusting. They clung to the tile floor. He turned the handle to the classroom, and entered, closing the door behind him. He turned the lock to make sure no one walked in on him.

He kneeled to the ground, looking for the desk which the combination below it. He squatted. He glanced left and right, trying to fixate on any clues. He hobbled down each right, keeping as low to the ground as possible, butt pointing in the air. He approached a desk in the middle with a piece of crumpled white paper taped to the bottom of the desk. He pulled the paper off, careful not to rip or destroy the paper.

He unfolded the paper, which had three numbers written on it. It appeared to be the combination. He stood up, taking a peak at the clock. He had about 15 minutes before the bell would ring. For now, the hallway should still be empty. He headed for the door, when he heard the someone on the other side trying to jiggle the handle. He paused in place, trying to think of a backup solution fast. His breath escaped him, as a heavy pounding pulsated through his body. He could feel it in his head, his arms and all the way down his extremities. A few seconds, he heard a click someone had just inserted a key into the lock on the other side. It must be a teacher. He looked around the classroom, thinking of an escape. He noticed a closet in the back of the room, and he darted for the closet door.

A few seconds later, and the door to the classroom was unlocked. Nick sprinted, full speed, to the closet door. He opened it a new wave of panic hit his body. The closet was small, too small to hide in and was filled with a file cabinet and supplies. He tried desperately to cram his body inside the small closet; however, it was too small to hit. He peered back, and saw Mrs. Keller enter the classroom. He stood frozen in place.

Mrs. Keller gazed across the empty classroom, at first completely unaware of the naked student standing in the back of the room, almost as if he camouflaged into the environment. She walked over to the desk at the front of the room, placed her belongings on the desk, and turned to the whiteboard. She started writing in a green dry erase marker on the board. She heard a thud behind her, and quickly turned around, bring one hand to her chest, the other to her mouth. She gasped when she saw Nick, standing naked, the closet door swung freely back and forth.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered, unable to catch her breath.
“I was just.” Nick started
“And why don’t you have any clothes on?”
“I just took a wrong turn in the locker room.”
“A wrong turn down the hall and upstairs and into the classroom?” She asked
“I know, it’s a long story, I am just going to head out.” Nick strolled down an aisle of desks heading for the door. His hands firmly cupping his junk. As he approached the front of the classroom, Mrs. Keller stopped the student.

“Not so fast. I think you owe me an explanation young man”

“I don’t really have one”

“You better tell me or I will send you to the principal's office. Prancing around the school naked could get you in a lot of trouble.” Her eyes know stared directly into the boy’s light blue eyes. She actually enjoyed the situation slightly. After all, it was not every day a young man stood naked before her at her mercy.

Nick sighed, glanced down at the floor, paused, took a deep breath; “It was a dare from some of the guys, I know it was stupid and I am sorry. I won’t do it again.” He then looked up at Mrs. Keller and tried the ‘puppy dog eye’ routine. He tried to make it appear like he was about to cry, or like he showed remorse and shame.

“Alright young man, but it better not happen again.” She didn’t believe him, like the boy was telling a half truth, but she didn’t have time to deal with the boy. And she knew of his father and did not quite feel like stirring the pot. “I will let you go, but first you have to do something for me.”

“Okay?” Nick seemed confused.

“I want you to place both hands by your sides.” She felt a bit guilty at the ask, and a little nervous, knowing full well she might find herself in some sort of trouble if anyone found out. But at the same time, she knew Nick would not tell anyone, because if he did, he would have to explain why he was wandering around the school naked. She knew he would have to obey. She had a little power of the situation.

Nick contemplated for a minute, before lowering his hands. He watched her eyes dart down his body immediately moving towards his penis. Hey eyes widened, like a hungry animal in the wild. Although she expected the appendage to have a bit more depth and length to it, it satisfied her. And now she knew exactly what Nick had ‘down there’; it gave her some enjoyment knowing they would pass in the hallway. “A little cold in here for you?” She asked, smiling.

Nick stayed silent and quickly covered back up with his hands after the comment. He turned and resumed toward the classroom door. Mrs. Keller slapped his bare bottom as he passed her. He jumped, peered back for a moment, before continuing out of the classroom. Mrs. Keller kept her attention on his round buttocks until he left the classroom.

6

Mike stood in the corner of Principal Alexander’s office, his nose pressed against the wall. He hands trying to soothe his raw, glowing bottom. Mrs. Fletcher intended to keep the boy naked for as long as possible. She enjoyed the idea of starting a witch hunt in the school; the thought of stripping students at will, searching them for drugs and punishing any offenders stimulated her. The knowledge that a major drug problem under Principal Alexander’s watch would force him to resign and that she would be given full power to fix the problem She would return the school system to a state of firm order and obedience. She picturized and dreamed of a reality where she could reform and shape the minds of the future leaders of society. She glanced at Mike, crying in the corner of the office, head down in shame. He was just the beginning.

“Perhaps you should fill out a report of the incident, Mr. Alexander.” Fletcher said. “You may want to inform the appropriate parties that we may have a larger drug problem in this school.”

“Yes, I guess I better.” Alexander walked towards the door of the office, almost as defeated as Mike. Though not in any physical pain, he knew tenure at the school could be at an end. After all, the school has had numerous incidents under his watch in recent years and know an impending drug problem. Parents spend big money to send their children here and if the parents caught wind of yet another offense, he would surely be asked to resign. He could feel his days were numbered. He opened the door to his office, which didn’t even feel like his office anymore, closed the door behind him. And prepared to make some calls to the school board.

Mrs. Fletcher called Mike over to the center of the room. He stopped inches away from the vice principal, he placed both hands behind his head, barely able to look at her. A mix of tears and snot still oozed down his face. She scanned the naked boy. His penis, small and flaccid, appeared to retreat further into his body. It now hid in a small bush of pubic hair. His testicals, tight and compact also tried to hide her gaze.
Mrs. Fletcher used her index finger, touching Mike’s chin, and used her finger to prompt the boys head up. She looked into his eyes. “Now Mike, I think I made it pretty clear I can do whatever I want to you. All I want is a name, and this all stops. Do you know anyone who uses or distributes drugs in this school?”
Mike resisted, trying to keep his silence. Mrs. Fletcher raised her free hand and slapped the student across the face. Stunned, he fell back a bit, catching his balance in time preventing himself from tumbling to the ground.

“Don’t make me get the paddle again. All I need is one name.”

Mike hesitate, trying to think of a name quickly. They weren’t his drugs and he never used. He thought quickly. She raised her hand again, ready to initiate another blow to his face. Mike spoke quickly, just in time to stop her. “Nick Gaddis.”
“Nick Gaddis?” She asked.
“Yes Nick.”
“Good boy.” She walked to the principal's desk, jotting Nick’s name on a yellow sticky. Her plan had started, and it was only a matter of time before she had her way.

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