Riley’s Daddy Sends Her to Finishing School

Graduation Day

The noise was making it hard to hear Brooke talk. We were bunched up outside the auditorium, all looking alike in our grad gowns and caps. In a few minutes we’d be called in to take our seats. It was an exciting day, but there was a layer of worry, too.

Brooke leaned over to make herself heard, and Sierra and I tucked our heads closer to try to block the sounds of everyone talking around us.

“I said, do you think one of us will be taken today?”

Sierra’s face scrunched up in worry. “I hope not. Ten girls disappeared after graduation last year from our school and West Side Commercial. Those girls only showed up after a month, all strange and not saying a word about where they were.”

Brooke nodded. “I heard that too. Do you remember Lucy? She thought she was going to go off to college, but when she came back, I heard she changed her mind and stayed home with her parents. She has a baby now, and no one knows who the father is.”

I shuddered. The last few years, girls would go missing the day of graduation and come back weeks or months later. They’d be acting oddly, and become homebodies, then get pregnant, but with no boyfriend in sight. We tried to figure out if there was a pattern, and all we could see was that it was girls who didn’t date in high school, since none of them had boyfriends to kick up a fuss about them disappearing. Their parents didn’t say anything either, so most of us thought it was something like a camp they were sending their daughters to.

I shared what I hoped was true. “I still think they’re getting sent to one of those camps for troubled kids. That’s why the parents don’t say they’re missing.”

Brooke opened her mouth to argue—she thought it was something more sinister, since there was no indication any of the girls were causing trouble, but the double doors opened and we were carried along in the crowd to enter the big room. Our school wasn’t very large, and our graduating class was only about 60 kids. I scanned the crowd for my dad, and spotted him sitting over to the right. He was wearing a grey suit, tight across the front now that he’d gained some weight the last few years. What he gained in dad bod size, he’d lost in hair, and now shaved it off. My dad wasn’t the handsomest, but he was fair and generous. Not that I ever caused him any trouble. I tried to make his life as easy as possible since Mom left for another man and moved to the Bahamas with him five years ago. I couldn’t imagine my dad sending me off to a boot camp. We were all we had. I waved to him, and he waved back, then I was pushed down the aisle to my seat.

The ceremony was energetic and brought many of us to tears. It was the end of years of close friendships in some cases, since most of us were in school together since we were little. Brooke, Sierra and I had been friends since the first grade, and planned to stay friends forever. Brooke planned to go to the community college in town, and Sierra had a job lined up at the post office. I was taking a gap year, unsure about what I wanted to do.

When my name was called, I crossed the stage, watching my father’s proud face as he took pictures and beamed at me. I clutched my diploma in my seat and watched my friends get theirs, cheering for them loudly. Now that the ceremony was almost over, my stomach started to feel tight. If any of the three of us were going to go wherever the girls in previous years went, it would be after we left the ceremony. I didn’t want to split up from Brooke and Sierra. Maybe if we stuck together, we could stay safe.

I whispered in Brooke’s ear. “Hey, can we stay together today? I don’t want to leave you guys. What if one of us goes missing?”

She shrugged. “I can ask my daddy, but I’m not sure. He said we were going to have dinner out afterwards. I’m sure he won’t let me get snatched, and it’s not like he wants to send me away. We’re really close. Same with you and your dad, and Sierra and her parents. I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

She looked like she was trying to convince herself, and barely succeeding. I sat back and chewed my bottom lip. She was probably right. I’d just ask my dad if he knew anything about what happened to those girls. He knew a lot of people in town, so maybe he’d heard something. It was just so strange. It was only rumors that got around, never anything in the local paper or on the news. If the girls were snatched, surely their parents would have said they were missing and everyone would know, especially since it happened to so many of them and every year for the last few years. It had to be that their parents sent them away, or maybe they decided to go but had to keep it a secret for some reason. Whatever it was, none of that seemed to apply to me. My dad wouldn’t want to send me away, and I certainly had no plans to leave.

The worry kept gnawing at me, though, and when everyone was dispersing after giving back the robes, I gave my friends extra tight hugs.

“Message me when you get home, and every hour after that. I need to know the two of you are safe.”

They nodded, and made me promise to do the same. Daddy found us in the crowd outside and put his arm around me, then led me to the car.

“Ready to go, pumpkin?”

“Yup. Hey, can I get together with Sierra and Brooke later this evening?”

A strange expression flickered across his face, and then he smiled. “Sure, baby. You can see them later.”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Okay. This was a good sign that I wasn’t going to be sent away somewhere today.

We got in the car, and I looked back, but my friends were already gone, heading home with their parents. I settled into my seat and fiddled with the radio to find some upbeat tunes.

Checking In to The Finishing School for Daughters

When I found a station playing oldies, I rummaged through my little purse for a candy and popped it into my mouth. I looked up, and we were merging onto the freeway. This wasn’t the route home. We just lived a few blocks from school.

I looked up at Daddy, and he was fixed on the road ahead, his hands tight on the steering wheel.

“Daddy, aren’t we going home?”

He shook his head, but didn’t look at me.

“No, pumpkin. I need to take you somewhere.”

My heart sank. This had better not mean what I thought.

“Where, Daddy? I just want to go home.”

He paused before answering, his eyes flicking over to me before going back to watching the road. “You’re going to spend the summer at a special finishing school.”

My pulse pounded. This sounded an awful lot like I was one of the girls who disappeared and then came back acting different.

“I don’t want to go to a finishing school. I have stuff I wanted to do this summer. And you said I would see my friends tonight!” My voice was rising with each word, panic taking hold of me.

“This isn’t an option, Riley. You’ll be staying there to learn… well, you’ll find out soon enough what you’ll be learning. And your friends are going, too, so you won’t be alone.”

“But… “

Daddy cut me off, his voice tight. “I can’t answer any more of your questions until we get there. It’s not far. Just know that you’ll be safe and back home before you know it.”

I slouched in my seat, a million questions zipping around with no way out. I stared out the window as we got off the highway on a sideroad I’d never been down before. The road we turned onto was wooded and dark, with lots of twists and turns and no houses. It took at least 10 minutes to get to a driveway with a gate at the entrance and a tall wooden fence around the property. Daddy opened the window and pressed the buzzer, stated his name, and the huge iron gates swung open. It looked like a prison, not a school. Was the security to keep people out, or the students in?

We went down a winding driveway and a stone mansion came into view. It was huge, with two stories and a long wing on either side. There were beautiful gardens all around it, and round topiaries in a line along the end of the driveway. The front door was tall and heavy, and swung open as soon as we parked in front at the edge of the circular driveway. Daddy got out and came around to open my door. Fear kept me in my seat until he reached in to grab my hand and tugged me until I stepped out and faced the mansion. I tried to turn to reach back into the car to get my phone, but he pulled me away and closed the door. I frowned. I didn’t like that I had to leave it behind.

“Daddy, can’t I have my phone?”

“No, pumpkin. You won’t need it here and they’re not permitted.”

He drew us forward to the front of the mansion and the open front door.

A tall, middle-aged woman with a blonde updo and a serious expression came out, and stood in front of the open doorway with her hands clasped in front of her. She had a dark grey skirt suit on, and heels that looked uncomfortable. She gave the impression that she would be hard on the students and not give an inch.

“Mr. Greene. Riley. Welcome to the Daughter Finishing School. I am the headmistress, Madam Underhill. Come in, and we’ll get you checked in.”

She turned and walked in, expecting us to follow her. Daddy put his arm around me, guiding me up the front stairs. My heart was beating fast, pitter-pattering in my chest. This place was like nothing I’d seen before, and I didn’t fit in at all. Was this a school for rich girls? We weren’t rich, not that we struggled at all, but this was a whole other level. Inside was all gleaming white walls and marble floors, with a wide stairway splitting to lead to the upper level of the two wings. Madam Underhill led us to a room on the left, a large open office with a heavy oak desk which she leaned against.

“Close the door please, Mr. Greene, and engage the lock if you would.”

Daddy set down the bag and shut the door, turning a lock high up on the door with a final sounding click.

She looked me up and down with an appraising eye. “I see why you wish to keep her, Mr. Greene. She’s quite lovely. Her tiny stature in contrast to yours will open up many possibilities.”

Daddy rubbed my shoulder, and smiled down at me. “Exactly. I’m looking forward to what you’ll do with her.”

She smiled, the expression tight. “We will, of course, customize her training to your specifications. Let’s begin, shall we?”

Daddy nodded, and I just looked between them, with no idea what they were talking about.

Her smile dropped and she looked at me sternly. “Riley, remove your clothing. Let’s see what we’re working with.”

I couldn’t have heard right. Did she want me to maybe put on a uniform? What was this all about?

“Can you please explain what’s going on? What kind of school is this?”

She looked at Daddy and shook her head.

“Riley, you will learn to do as you’re told without delay or questions. You will learn very soon what kind of school this is. For now, take your clothes off. I won’t ask again.”

My knees wobbled, but they were the only part of me that moved. I was stiff with shock. I wasn’t getting naked for anybody.

The headmistress only waited a few seconds before reaching behind her to take something off her desk. It looked like a wooden board, longer than a ping-pong paddle, and had some holes through it.

“I see you need your first lesson in discipline. Mr. Greene, if you would remove her bottom clothing and bend her over the desk.”

I glanced at Daddy in alarm, and stepped back. Daddy was fast, though, and strong. He grabbed my arm and swung me around. He pulled my skirt and panties down with one tug, and wrapped his arm around my waist to lift me up so he could take them off completely. I struggled and cried out when he carried me over to the desk, but there was no point. He was so much bigger than me, he didn’t take any notice of my flailing. I was bent over and pushed onto the desk, my arms displacing papers as I tried to push myself up, but Daddy’s big hand pressed my back until I was flat to the desk. I tried to crane my neck to the side to see what the headmistress was doing, but couldn’t see past the bulk of my dad’s body. I looked up at him, tears gathering in my eyes.

“Daddy, please don’t let her do this. I don’t want to go to this school.” My voice was wavering, and I tried to reach behind me to grab at his hand on my back.

“Riley, settle down. You need to learn to take your discipline like a big girl. You’re 19, not a child to be thrashing around when you’re being punished.”

I’d never been spanked, let alone whatever this was going to be. It seemed perfectly reasonable for a grown woman to resist being hit.

I heard the paddle before I felt it, a whoosh in the air, then a crack as it made contact with my bare butt. The pain hit just before the next stroke came down, a bright, sharp sting and ache that sank right down through my backside. I screamed, but it didn’t stop her from paddling me again and again. After five strokes, she stopped, and my face was drenched in tears. I wished I had more meat on my bones, or better yet a bubble butt. The strikes seemed to sink in right to the bone.

I sobbed as Daddy let me stand, my legs feeling weak. I tried to turn around, but a paddle resting on my shoulder kept me in place.

“Her bottom takes a paddling quite well. You will certainly enjoy making it red on a regular basis. She’ll become accustomed to physical discipline during her stay here, and I assure you that by the time she is released back into your care, she will take her spankings or whippings without resistance.”

No, no, no. I didn’t want to stay here. Something about what she said really bothered me. Why did she say Daddy would enjoy making my bum red?

I felt his work-roughened hand on my cheeks, rubbing them and easing the sting, but the wrongness of my father touching me there made me tense. I pulled my butt tight, trying to get away from his hand. His hand pulled away, but came back with a smack, reigniting the burn of my paddling.

“Stay still and let me feel your warmed skin, Riley. Don’t ever move away from my touch.” He tapped my ass cheek to remind me not to move, and circled my sore bum. His fingers turned and dipped in between my thighs, touching my pussy. I wriggled, trying to dislodge his fingers being where they shouldn’t be, but he tapped my bum again. I stared at the desk, clenching my hands. Everything about this felt so wrong. Why was Daddy acting like this?

The paddle moved away, and a hand on my arm turned me around to face them.

Madam Underhill put the instrument of torture, as I now described it in my mind, down on the desk. “Are you ready to be obedient and do as you’re told, Riley?”

I reached back to rub my bum and pouted. “Yes, um…”

“You may call me Madam, Riley. All right. Continue disrobing.”

I chewed on my lower lip, and cast my eyes around as if there was something or someone around that would rescue me from this. It was foolish and desperate, and I really didn’t want to get more strikes from that paddle, so I lifted up my blouse and pulled it over my head. I tried to cover my bra-covered breasts, but when I saw Madam’s hand reach for the paddle, I hurriedly took my bra off too. I stood there looking at the floor, feeling both sets of eyes on me.

“She has a lovely petite little figure. Her breasts are small but firm, and should take rough handling quite well. You can see that her nipples are already hard, responding to discipline and humiliation as expected. Would you like to have them pierced?”

My face was beet red from her frank appraisal of my naked body, and her comments about discipline and humiliation confused me. But when she mentioned piercing, I whimpered and clutched the desk behind me.

I looked up at Daddy who was staring at my nipples with a hungry look, and he was shaking his head. “No, I don’t think so. I want to enjoy them as they are for a while, and, well, you know my plans for her. I’d just have to take them out by next spring anyways.”

There was something really wrong here. Why would Daddy be enjoying my nipples? I was hurting and confused and embarrassed, and I wasn’t sure what to think.

“One last question for you, Riley. Are you a virgin?”

If I was red before, I was deep burgundy now. I nodded with my eyes downcast, unable to meet their eyes.

“I’ll note that in your file,” said Madam, turning to Daddy with a small nod. “You can say goodbye for now, and I will take Riley to get her new uniform.”

Daddy bent to hug me, and at first, I didn’t hug him back. He wasn’t the same Daddy I’d always known. This man looked at me in a way fathers shouldn’t look at their daughters, and stripped me, then touched me where he shouldn’t. His hand travelled down my back and smacked my butt. I took the hint and hugged him back, trying not to get too close. Daddy’s hand stayed on my bum, and squeezed one side, then the other. I was mortified by the intimacy of the gesture.

He pulled back, then kissed my cheek. His lips didn’t leave my cheek though, and he dragged them to my lips, kissing me there lightly. He stood up and stroked my hair, then cupped my cheek.

“Be a good girl, Riley. This is for your own good. When you’re finished here, you’ll be trained and ready for me. Trust me, this school is exactly what we need to be happy. I expect you to apply yourself, and know that everything they will ask of you is with my knowledge and permission. I’ll come and visit you soon.”

He gave me one last kiss on the cheek and left, leaving me alone with the woman who made my butt ache.

Getting Settled In

When he was gone, she turned and gestured for me to follow her.

“We will get your new uniform now, come along.”

I bent to pick up my clothes, but she turned at the door and tut-tutted. “I didn’t say to get dressed. Come along.”

Naked? Through the school?

She walked away and I rushed to follow her, hoping no one would be around. We headed down the hallway, past a few doors. One was open, and when I turned my head to look inside, I saw a girl about my age on her knees in front of a muscular man with his pants open who was ramming his cock into her mouth. I paused to watch, horrified but fascinated. The cock looked really long compared to ones I’d seen in sex ed books. He was thrusting it all the way into her mouth. It must be down her throat, it was so long, but she didn’t resist, and just took whatever he gave her. Drool dripped from her lips, falling on to her blouse. She looked up at the man with such a calm expression. I couldn’t comprehend how she wasn’t freaking out at having something so filthy being done to her.

I heard Madam clear her throat and I jumped, then scurried to catch up. What kind of school was this? We got to a closed door that said “Wardrobe” on a brass plaque, and she opened the door to let me in. Inside was a large room with racks and shelves full of clothes. One whole section had what looked like school uniforms, and this was where she headed. She pulled white button-up tops off the rack, holding one up against me to gauge a size, then passing me a few of them to hold. The shirts appeared tight-fitting, and had short sleeves. Next were very short pleated skirts in blue and grey. She passed me a few of those too. From the open shelves, she grabbed a few pairs of skimpy panties, some bikini style, a few thongs and a couple that seemed like just lace and strings. Finally, a lacy nightie was added. All of them were piled in my arms.

“What about bras, Madam?” It was the only thing that seemed to be missing.

“No bras, Riley. Your nipples need to be accessible for various types of training and discipline. You don’t really need the support anyways.” I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment, or a dig at my small bust size, but either way, I didn’t find bras comfortable so I was relieved I wasn’t expected to wear one. She walked out of the room and I followed with my arms piled with clothes. I was relieved the halls were empty, and looked around as I walked, acutely aware of my nakedness.

“I’ll show you to your room now. They are all double rooms. I understand one of your friends will be your roommate. She’ll be arriving shortly.” She led me back to the foyer and up the stairs to the right, then down a hall to a door marked with a ‘5’.

“Here you are. Put away your clothing. You can feel free to look through the drawers on the side of the room you choose for your own. There were be implements and items that you will be wearing and using throughout your stay.”

She paused in the doorway. “Your stay here will be much more pleasant if you submit to your training and apply yourself to the exercises you are set. You will learn about the goal of your education here at your first session in one hour. One of your instructors will come to get you at that time. You may put on your uniform with one of the bikini-cut panties. Your instructors will let you know if you should wear a different style on certain days.”

She turned and left, and I went into the room, glad to have a bit of time to myself to gather my thoughts. There were two twin beds in the room, with a dresser and built in closet on each side, plus a small desk and night stand. I dumped my clothes on one bed, then put them away in the closet and dresser. The top drawer of the dresser was shallow, and I opened it to find an assortment of things I knew must have come from a sex shop. My breath grew shallow as I looked through the items without touching them. There were cone shaped things, something that looked like a bullet vibrator, a plug-in item with a round head, and something with straps and a ball. I closed the drawer with a shudder. I’d only been in a sex shop once, with my friends, and we’d giggled and slunk around like we were being naughty, then we each bought a bullet vibe. We never talked about whether we’d tried them out, but I had. I tried it a few times and got all warm and tingly, but I wasn’t sure if that was an orgasm. I didn’t think so. It wasn’t anything to write home about. Was this some kind of sex school? Why would Daddy send me here?

I couldn’t wait for my roommate to arrive. I was so relieved when she said it was one of my friends. Who could it be? This would be much easier to deal with if I had a friend to go through it with me. But that meant that one of them also had a dad who wanted to send them here. Or maybe more than one. Didn’t Daddy say my friends were going to be here? I hoped it was my two best friends, even though I didn’t wish this strange and terrible place on them. I got dressed in one of the uniforms and laid down pondering what this was all about until the door opened without a knock. A pretty woman with short brown hair who looked like she was in her 30s stepped in. She smiled at me kindly.

“Hello, Riley. I’m Mandy. I’ll be one of your instructors here. Let’s go downstairs and I’ll show you around and explain why you’re here.”

I got up and followed her out. She pointed out the other dorm rooms, then took me downstairs, where another hall had classrooms, and what she described as exercise rooms and punishment rooms. I thought about what I saw on the way to the wardrobe, and plucked up the courage to ask her.

“Mandy, earlier I passed by a room and saw a girl on her knees in front of a man. She seemed to be…” I wasn’t sure I could say the words out loud.

Mandy turned to me with a soft smile. “Was she sucking his cock?”

I blushed at the crude words. “Yes. Was she a student here?”

She nodded. “Yes. We have students arrive at any time of year. Your town has made arrangements to mainly send girls on their graduation day, assuming of course they are of age at that time. But sometimes girls are sent here when they’re a bit older as well. What you saw, well, that was one of the exer