by Austin Eldritch
"But I was under the impression that I might eventually-" the dark-skinned janitor began, his eyebrows wrinkling as he sat before the headmistress.
"Mr Mud," she interrupted.
"Ashmed!" he cut in, gritting his teeth.
"What?" the headmistress said, confused.
"Ashmed. That's my name!" he said, apparently struggling to stay calm, his usually faint Middle Eastern accent thickening as he became aggravated.
"That's what I said," she said, holding her hands out, looking as if she was talking to an idiot, "Ash Mud, I prefer to use the family name when I talk to my employees."
He was silent for a second, looking surprised at her and then seemed to drop the subject, slowly shaking his head.
"Headmistress," he tried again, "I've been working here for six years now as a janitor and with my resume-" That was as far as he got before he was again interrupted.
"I'm sorry, but there just aren't any openings right now. I've checked and checked again, but with your competence this position is what I can offer at this time," she continued with a sigh. "And it's not as if I'm laying you off. Being a cleaner is not that bad a position."
"But with my CV," he tried again.
"Look," the headmistress said sternly, "see it from the bright side."
"The bright side?! You're cutting my salary in half!"
"Well, of course, with your reduced responsibilities, what would it look like to the rest of the staff if you maintained your full salary? I can't favour anyone!"
"Headmistress," he urged once more, trying his best to be polite as he knew that she strongly favoured the use of her title when spoken to by her staff, "through the years I've done everything you've asked me to and I've always done my utmost, but I can be of much better use to you, I promise. My papers..."
"That will be all for now," she said, already having moved her attention to the pile of papers on her desk. "I expect you to participate in the introduction of the janitor bot next week - with reduced salary being in effect, of course." He looked at her, his mouth opening and closing once, after which he stiffly got up, said his goodbyes and left, maybe closing the door slightly too hard behind him.
The headmistress sighed - these immigrants were just hopeless. The main reason why she had even taken the poor sod on in the first place was because the community had needed to fill the refugee quota decided by the government. She had to admit though that it hadn't been that bad; she did only pay minimum wage, and Ash had always worked hard enough for two people. It had surprised her and been a slight annoyance as he had never provided her with any valid reason to sack him. But people like that needed to be held short, else no one knew where things might end. It had been a little white lie about his papers; she had never bothered to read them. Who cared if he had a diploma from some goat herding school in Turdistan or wherever the heck he came from. And why should she bother about being honest with such a person? She snorted, shaking her head.
That was all behind her now, and with him on cleaning duty she wouldn't have to see him as he'd work evenings and nights from now on. And best of all, with the new mechanical janitor, this proud school would finally take the step into the modern century. Almost every school she knew had one artificial person in charge of discipline and order, something much favoured by the government as it tended to minimize the differences between schools. With the introduction of the mechanical janitor, complaints from students who felt unfairly treated or excessively corrected had dropped considerably. Buying one had made a notable dent in her budget, but with the positive attention of having a janitor bot running the corridors she expected increased publicity, which would double the school's earnings during the coming year. Finally the future was here! Yes, things looked quite bright.
"It's urgent, she says," the secretary said as she peeked through the door.
"Oh well." The headmistress sighed. "Let her in then so we can sort this out quickly." The secretary stepped aside and in staggered a sixth form girl, looking a total mess, her mascara having run down her tear-streaked face. Her hair was in total disorder, her blouse hanging outside her skirt, her blazer undone, her tie askew and her knee-high socks down to her ankles; but most notable of all was that she had her panties down to her thighs, showing just under the hem of her uniform skirt.
"Yes?" The headmistress looked disapprovingly at the young lady before her, Jacquelyn, the cheerleader captain. She was a top-performing girl who was usually impeccably dressed down to the very last button, but not even that could make up for her snotty and bad mannered personality. She was known to be rude to everyone, particularly towards younger students and supporting staff like cleaners and kitchen personnel. It was only her value as informer for the headmistress by tattling on her classmates, and thanks to her looks headlining for the school in official business, that had kept her from the cane.
"He did this," she sobbed, her voice full of hurt and frustration.
"Who did what?" the headmistress said, confused.
"The bot! The janitor bot!" Jacquelyn exploded, as she half turned to lift the hem of her skirt, showing her purple bottom, which clearly explained why she was walking around with her panties down, the strong colour of her backside making it very obvious that any attempt to put them back on her swollen buttocks would be much too painful to endure, "look what he did to me!"
The headmistress was actually a bit taken aback by the deep purple colour of the girl's bottom, but she showed nothing.
"What did you do?" she asked, calmly.
"Nothing," the girl barked, "I did nothing at all! I was on my way to class when that idiot bot for some reason asked me for a hall pass even though it was recess, and said that the penalty was six! He upended me right there in the corridor before the whole school and smacked my poor hiney not six times as the school regulations states, but for six bloody minutes! And it was in the middle of recess! I've never been so humiliated in my whole life. Every nerd in the whole corridor saw my naked bottom and the juniors just came out from class and..." Her cheeks beamed as red as her bottom as she gasped for breath in her frustration, waving her hands up and down.
The headmistress didn't really like the snotty girl, but she had been extremely useful for the headmistress in maintaining control of the school. But as with every other student she actually felt that a good hiding every now and then would have done her good.
"Oh, don't be such a cry baby," the headmistress said, looking unmoved. "We have to allow for a few mishaps before the janitor is fine tuned."
Jacqueline fumed, staring at the headmistress for a moment before she turned and stormed out from the office, her hand on her probably still smoking hot bottom. The headmistress grinned; that was an unexpected bonus, and if the girl's parents complained she could always blame the bot's programming still being fine tuned. But it was a bit worrisome though. Once was okay, but she couldn't have the bot go around dishing out spankings without proper cause. If someone was to dish out unjustified spankings, it would be her, not the bot! She would have to look into it. With a sigh, she got up from behind her desk and in her usual fashion paraded out into the administration corridor.
The headmistress was heading down the corridor with determined steps, the click-clacking of her stiletto heels presaging her arrival as she strode along in her tight power dress, consisting of a tight grey jacket which accentuated her bosom, along with a grey skirt which, for a woman in her position, was a little too short, showing a great deal of thigh. That however was important to her as, approaching forty, she struggled with the desire to maintain her youth. She did exercise a lot, which had blessed her with slender and well-toned legs and a really firm and deliciously rounded bottom, which could make any woman her age green with envy. But right now she wasn't contemplating her looks; she was focused on where she could find that bot.
As the highest ranking member of the school administration she was the one who held the vocal main override of the bot's functions, so her finding it was the easiest way to examine what was wrong. If she could just get hold of it and have it run its primary execution codes to her orally, it would most likely indicate what was amiss. She just hoped that it wasn't something which that that idiot Ash might have done when unpacking it. If so, the insurance wouldn't cover the reset. Oh well; it would provide her with the excuse she needed to fire that moron, which actually made her smile as she looked for the bot. Seconds later, she found it where it stood, almost as if on stake-out overlooking the main school corridor just outside the administration offices, seeming to scout the doors to the classrooms.
"Ah, there you are," she said to the bot, which immediately turned to her.
"You're out of uniform," it stated firmly but calmly as it eyed her up and down, making her laugh. Yes, there was definitely something wrong with this one.
"All right," she said confidently, putting her hands on her shapely hips, "list the primary directives and the discipline handbook guidelines." But instead of responding to her request, fast as lightning, the bot grabbed her wrist and pulled the stunned woman to the bench along the corridor wall. She squeaked as the grip was hard enough to make her arm hurt. She voiced an angry protest, which crossed her lips about the same time as she landed face down across the bot's lap, her eyes going wide as her cheeks exploded in red. What the heck was happening!
"Unhand me!" she cried, but immediately lowered her voice, realizing the awkward position that she was in and the shame that would follow should one of the doors to the classrooms open. Instead she repeated her command in a quiet, hissing tone, "Unhand me at once!" But instead her skirt was jerked up to her waist, making her gasp as the bot continued calmly.
"Uniform breach is six," it said in its stiff and metallic voice.
To the headmistress' horror, she felt its hard fingers pulling up her skirt and grabbing the waistband of her panties, roughly jerking them down to her thighs, leaving her bottom completely bare right there in the school corridor. She squeaked in shock. But the shock was nothing compared to what she experienced when the bot's hard hand slammed onto her rounded bottom. It struck her with an exploding crack, resounding through the corridor. It was so painful and loud that she instinctively thought the windows would break as an intense pain flooded her rear. Unaccustomed to being on the receiving end of corporal punishment, the pain her rear was almost unbearable. Her eyes wide, she sucked her breath in and her toes curled up in her tight high heels as she put one hand in front of her lips, pressing on her mouth. The pain left by the blazing handprint on her bottom demanded that she howl, but she was the headmistress and they were in the main corridor outside the classrooms!
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