#12 - Roommates in Trouble
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.
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The roommates paused in front of the Headmaster's closed door, and Liza knocked. "Leave your clothes outside, then come in" he ordered. They looked at each other. Jen started unbuttoning her blouse. Liza followed suit. They disrobed completely; Jen eased her panties off gently over her sore bottom. Her dark pubic hair covered her mound. Liza's sparse blond hair hid nothing. They nodded to each other, and then entered his office slowly, heads bowed.
"I don't know whose bag it was, and I don't care. You are both responsible for the items in your room. This is a serious offense, especially with your make-up violation. It shows you have no respect for the rules. I'm going to change that."
"Yes, Headmaster," they mumbled.
"Turn around, Miss Martin, bend over, and grab your ankles."
Jennifer complied. Her eyes were already glistening, anticipating another hard spanking.
The Headmaster reached down, grabbed her left cheek between his thumb and fingers, and pinched hard.
"Oww!" she yelped, unable to suppress her reaction.
Liza winced in empathy. "Oh, don't worry, Miss McCoy. Your turn will come. Though I don't want you to feel left out. Miss Martin's bottom is such a lovely shade of pink, don't you agree? I think it's only fair we make yours match. Assume the same position as your roommate." Reluctantly, Liza turned around, bent over, and held her ankles.
SMACK! Before she was ready, he struck her ass hard with his open hand. "Oww!" she echoed Jennifer's reaction as she lost her balance and fell onto her hands and knees. Before she could recover, he ordered her to "Stay down."
SMACK! This time he struck her other cheek. "There. Perfect pink handprints," he paused for a moment to capture a picture of her ass on his phone. He showed her the image. "Don't you agree, Miss McCoy?"
"Yes, Headmaster. Thank you, sir."
"Now Miss Martin. You have been punished for your lipstick." He patted her bottom. "But we both know that light spanking is unlikely to change your behavior, don't we?" He cupped her butt firmly with one hand, his fingers pushed between her lips while his thumb rubbed across her bruised cheek.
"The problem is, your use of make-up is only a symptom of your deeper transgressions. You are behaving as if you were much older than you are." He continued. "It's true that your body is maturing." His fingers caressed the dark curly hair covering her mound. "But you are still very young, and clearly you are not yet capable of making the proper decisions."
"I think it is time we do something to remind you that you are not as mature as you seem to think. First, we are going to remove this," he told her, closing his spread fingers, and then tugging on her pubic hair. "Lie down on my desk, face up."
"Yes, Headmaster," Jennifer answered, releasing her ankles and standing. His desk was empty - he had been preparing for this. She sat on the edge of the desk and then leaned back, stretching out across it. It was a large desk, but her lower legs hung off one side.
"Miss McCoy, you may stand now. You will be the one removing Miss Martin's hair; I will ensure that you do it thoroughly.:" Liza looked at her roommate's dark bush, and then at the headmaster. "Yes, Sir. But I'm not sure how..."
"You will learn soon enough." The Headmaster took a strange-looking object - a brass bowl on a wrought-iron stand - from his side table and placed it on the desk. He lit a small candle, and set it beneath the bowl. The contents of the bowl - what Liza had assumed were pieces of candy but were actually small chunks of wax - began to melt.
He took a pillow from his couch. "Raise your hips, Miss Martin," he instructed, sliding the pillow under her, propping her up. "Now spread your legs." She did so, nervously.
"Now Miss McCoy, brush this wax on Miss Martin's hair, like this." He took a small applicator and dipped it in the bowl, scooping up some melted wax. He spread it on Jennifer's thigh, along her bikini line.
"Ah - that's hot!" she exclaimed, covering her private parts with her hands.
"Remove your hands. If you do that again, I shall be forced to tie you down. Will that be necessary?"
"N- no, Headmaster," she answered quietly, moving her hands back to her sides.
He handed the applicator to Liza. "Spread another strip along her other thigh, just like I did." Liza repeated the process, silently mouthing "sorry Jen" as she spread the hot wax on the young girl's sensitive skin.
After a minute or two, he felt the wax. "Once it has hardened, you will remove it - like so" he instructed, ripping the strip off in one quick motion.
"OUCH!" Jen screamed and slammed her legs together.
He ignored Jen and held the wax strip up so Liza could see the curly hairs embedded in it. "You will do the rest, Miss McCoy. I will inspect your work closely when you are finished. Be sure to get every hair, including those around her anus."
Jen shook her head, and her legs remained pressed together. Her eyes pleaded with her roommate.
"Please Jen?' Liza whispered, adding "I'll try to be gentle". She placed her hands on her roommate's knees, and slowly spread her legs. Jen whimpered and closed her eyes.
Liza touched the wax she had applied, it felt cool and hard. She grabbed hold of one end as the Headmaster had done, took a breath, and pulled - ripping the hairs out by their roots. Jen grimaced but managed to endure the sharp pain. Liza patted her softly.
She applied more wax; this time just outside of Jen's labia. There was quite a bit more hair the closer she got to Jen's vagina. It took many more strips and almost an hour. By the end, Jen was crying, but she was completely bare. The Headmaster sat on his couch, reading, and at least pretending to ignore them.
When Liza indicated she was done, he set his book down and walked over to his desk. The girls were holding hands. He turned on a flashlight app on his phone and held it between Jennifer's legs.
He pushed her lips to the left, and then the right, and then spread them apart, examining every crevice. He captured several pictures of her now hairless pussy. With one arm, he pushed her legs up and told her to spread her cheeks open. He took a picture of her asshole.
Finally, he grunted his approval. "That will do. Perhaps this will help you remember your age. I expect you to remain hairless from now on, Miss Martin. Waxing is preferred, but you may also shave. Is that clear?"
Jennifer nodded. "Yes, Headmaster."
"But what shall I do about you, Miss McCoy? You don't have enough hair yet to wax..." he observed as he felt between her legs. He withdrew his hand and rubbed his thumb and fingers together. "You seem to be a bit... moist, young lady. Did you enjoy waxing Miss Martin? Or is that just sweat from your exertions?"
"I... I don't know, SIr."
The Headmaster sniffed his damp fingers. "Well girls, I have work to do. Miss McCoy, your punishment will have to wait for another day. You may both return to your room. Leave your clothes. I want to make sure everyone sees your new innocence, don't you Miss Martin?"
Jennifer nodded again. "Yes, Headmaster."
- Liza and Jen, having received their punishment from the Headmaster, left his office with their clothes outside, their bottoms still sore from the spanking.
- The Headmaster, acknowledging that spanking alone might not change the roommates' behavior, decided to implement a more unconventional form of punishment involving waxing their pubic hair in the Catholic school environment.
- As Liza completed waxing Jen's pubic hair, she apologized for the discomfort, ensuring to be gentle even though it was a demanding task.
- After the girls returned to their room, they realized they would have to navigate their daily life in the Catholic school without their pubic hair, an unwanted reminder of their punishment from the Headmaster.