𝐖𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘

Chapt 1.

I knew it was wrong to curse a dom out, but frankly I didn't care.

Not after the idiot that is Henry Doyle tries to insult my intelligence and make me out to be entirely stupid infront of a large number of people.

I kick my legs back and forth, looking down at the ground while I sit on one of the ridiculously comfortable chairs outside of Headmaster Wetherfall's Office.

Janis, The secretary knows me on a first and last name basis by now, so when I silently sat down she showed no sign of shock on her face.

She just silently gave me a sudoku puzzle and pen to fill it out. This one has to be one of the easiest she's ever given me, I don't struggle one bit.

Once I finish I place it to the side on the small table infront of me and begin to fiddle with the hem of my skirt.

The uniform is one of the only things in this academy I can stand. The black and grey plaid skirt with the white collar shirt and black blazer with the golden W crest sewn in.

I'm not really a blazer girl so I opt for one of the jumpers instead. I like the dark blue tie too, and perfectly matches the clips I wear in my hair.

Speaking of my hair, i'm currently debating whether or not I should chop it all off after Henry complimented it, seconds before I rejected him.

I sigh out loud, a little louder than I had intended, Janis gives me a look and I nod.

Even if the average person would consider me a "brat." I will always respect teachers and others who work in a position of authority in the school, except for doms.

The large wooden doors of Mr Wetherfall's doors suddenly opened, that's another thing in this Academy I enjoyed, the building.

My favourite place in the school had to be the large library, I enjoyed going onto the second floor where I could overlook everyone else, I also enjoyed the fact that the walls were lined in books, and the only natural sunlight came from the ceiling.

"Miss Briggs." Mr Wetherfall stood tall and composed.

I stood up and brushed off my skirt, picking up my back and walking over to him, my confidence in my walk was more than the one I currently feel.

Mr Wetherfall used the cane for most of my punishments, and it wasn't an enjoyable sensation.

He held the wooden door open for me and instead of it just being us two, I saw someone sitting in the chair I usually sit in.

A tall boy, dark brunette, basically a younger version of Mr Wetherfall.

Oh don't tell me.

Knox Wetherfall, Son of the man who delivers the punishments I seem to get weekly. He can hardly keep a sub for more than a month, so I wonder why he's here.

"Please take a seat Quincey." Mr Wetherfall, Pete, guided me. The name stung like a bitch, Especially because not even my parents used it for me.

When I was about 5 or 6 I decided there on out I was Quinni.

I sit down on the chair beside Knox, keeping my gaze only on his father. I could feel him looking at me and I hated it.

"The C word, really Quincey? I thought you were more of a classy girl than that." Pete sighs, rubbing his temple.

"I didn't exactly say it." I now avoid his eyes too, looking out at the window on the right side of his office.

"And plus-"

"Quincey do not try to wriggle your way out of this one." Mr Wetherfall stated, he pulled a couple of pieces of paper out of a drawer and put them on his desk infront of Knox and I.

"You are the only student in the history of this school to go nearly 2 years without a dominant, and your punishments are taking up too much of my time." The older man sighs in frustration, I can tell he is a little upset to be saying this.

"I can manage without a dom, i've done it this long." I scowl, Knox let's out a low chuckle then composes himself once again.

"I think it would be beneficial for both you and Knox to be in a dynamic." Mr Wetherfall pushes the papers closer to us. "He has already signed the contract papers, It's just for you to sign now."

He has to be joking.

"If you do not accept Knox as your Dom, we will have to eventually find someone else. I cannot keep punishing you myself." Pete hands me the papers and I look over them.

I think about the other doms who have wanted me to be their sub, and I think about the comments they've made about what they'd do to me once they got their hands on me.

"Fine." I mumble and take a pen out of the cup on Pete's desk.

I make sure to properly read through the contact and sign in all the needed places.

When you get a dom your schedule changes, thankfully for me it's only October, so I haven't gotten too used to my schedule.

I had the signed contract back to Mr Wetherfall and he nods, giving me my updated schedule to look over.

We all got 1 spare class to pick to fill up space, I chose art, which I should be in a double lesson of right now.

My new schedule isn't totally horrible, I notice that for art I have my favourite teacher, Mrs Kane.

"If at any point you and Knox find yourself to be extremely incompatible then please schedule an appointment for me and we will dissolve the dynamic." Mr Wetherfall gives me that fatherly smile, the one he usually gives me before I get punished.

"Do you understand that Quincey?" The older man questions me, I nod. He clears his throat to zone me  back in.

"Yes, sir." I smile.

"Alright then, I'll let you two get going to your classes. It's probably for the better that your schedule has been changed to steer you clear of Henry Doyle. You end up here because of him quite often." Mr Wetherfall laughs jokingly.

I consider replying 'Yeah well maybe that should be the sign that Henry Doyle is the issue and not me.'

but instead I decide to nod and stay silent.

Knox stands up before me, I brush off my skirt a little and pick up my bag.

"Have a good day sir." I smile before opening the doors to exit the office.

"Goodbye Quincey." Mr Wetherfall goes back to typing on his computer.

Knox closes the door behind up and comes up behind me while I read over my schedule more closely.

"I except you to come and find me at lunch so I can introduce you to my friends, who you'll be sitting with from now on, since I've noticed you don't have any." Knox states coldly.

damn, humbling.

I nod.

"I've heard about your track record for skipping, now that we have a lot of classes together, that won't continue." Knox leaves no room for me to speak.

"You are not a baby so I won't walk you to class, Goodbye Quincey." Knox walks off before I can correct him on my name.