Boarding School (For Little Sayuri)
 

Michael sat outside of the school headmaster's office, kicking his feet back and forth in the air as he waited. He was dressed in a sailor's outfit, he had bright blue eyes, blond hair, and freckles. He was a thin boy with a bright smile, normally, but he was worried and sorely sorry for what he'd done on the playground. He knew he was in bad trouble, he sniffled as he nervously shifted back and forth in his seat, his diapers crinkling under his capri shorts. He bottom still hurt from the spanking this morning...

The headmaster, a tall man with a patient personality was sitting at his desk. His name was Jason White and he had darkbrown hair and blue eyes. He was dressed in an elegant black suit with a white shirt and a lightblue tie. He sighed as he noticed that it was Michael again, who would need his special attention today. After some moments he stood up and walked to the door, opening it. "Michael, come in please", he ordered seriously.

Michael, completely subdued with fear, got up obediently and followed the headmaster into his office and took his seat across from him at his desk. The 8-year-old boy had tears welling up in his eyes, but wasn't yet crying. "I'm really sorry sir," he managed to whimper.

"Yes, I know you are. You should be, your teacher already taught you a good lesson", the headmaster said calmly. "So, tell me, what exactly happened?", he asked him more seriously.

Michael tried his best not to cry. "Well, I was kindof missing the forest's like around my father's estate back in the Americas. He use to let me play there, and I kind, you know... climbed the wall... and played outside of the school grounds," he said. "Then Mrs. Tusmer found me..." his voice drifted off. He began to shift nervously.

"I see...", the principal answered and sighed. "You know that this is one of the most forbidden things here, right Michael?", he asked him calmly.

Michael's tears began to run down his cheeks. He clenched his eyes closed to try to keep from crying. "Yes... s..sir," he managed, to say. "Please sir, d-d-don't expell me! Please don't," he cried. He had never really known that to actually happen here, but his friends kept making comments like it was now bound to happen. In the attempt to not cry, he was beginning to fail, his body trembling from fear of whatever verdict his headmaster rendered.

The headmaster stood up and picked the boy up, sitting down with him in his lap. He stroke his hair and back and tried to calm him down. "There there", he soothed gently.

"Y-yo-your not-t g-gonna exp-p-pel me?" he asked looking up at his head master, eyes wide and brimming with tears, his lip quivering.

"No, not today little one. BUT", the headmaster continued, "you'll get a punishment from me as well", he said, a bit more stern now.