Royal Academy - Disciplinary Committee Chapters 1-2

Chapter 1 Class System
Located in S City, the Royal First Academy is the largest higher education institution in the country. Besides the children of wealthy and powerful families, countless top students from across the country, who have studied diligently since childhood to gain admission, are also enrolled. The school offers over ten years of education, from high school to doctoral programs. Spanning tens of thousands of acres—almost the size of a small city—it employs a fully enclosed management system. All necessary facilities are available on campus. Notably, it is a legal school that allows corporal punishment! Discipline is not managed by teachers, but by a student-led Discipline Committee. Teachers are only responsible for teaching. From assessments and graduation grades to security and daily life regulations, everything is planned and supervised by the Discipline Committee. It can be said that the Discipline Committee holds the highest authority within the academy, and it reports only to the academy's principal! The disciplinary committee has the right to punish all students at the school, regardless of grade. It can be said that you can offend a teacher at the academy, but you absolutely cannot offend the disciplinary committee. After all, a single negative review from the disciplinary committee at graduation can ruin a student's life. However, those who do well at the academy can enter the upper echelons of society after graduation. Therefore, even though the outside world constantly exposes the incidents of the school's disciplinary committee arbitrarily abusing students, countless families still desperately want their children to get in. After all, in this era, the upper class has completely monopolized all walks of life with money and power!
The Royal Academy Disciplinary Committee, or Disciplinary Committee for short, has had fifteen chairpersons. Every chairperson has gone on to enter politics after graduation, with three chairpersons even serving as prime ministers, and the rest holding high-ranking national positions. Therefore, being elected as the Disciplinary Committee chairperson is practically a guaranteed path to future high-level national leadership. The Disciplinary Committee's organizational structure is as follows: Supreme Disciplinary Committee Chairperson – Chairperson's Assistants (selected by the chairperson to assist in their work; number not fixed) – Logistics Group, Assessment Group, Planning Group (each group has its own tasks, usually around ten people) – Disciplinary representatives from each major and grade (responsible for managing their respective grades; 2-3 people per grade, appointed by the higher-ups) – and representatives from each class, etc. In addition, there is a special group responsible for punishments, acting as the school's police force, staffed by students with athletic talents.
The entire school's disciplinary committee has over a hundred members, while the school has tens of thousands of students. Therefore, serving on the disciplinary committee is every student's dream. The disciplinary committee holds regular elections to expand its membership, but the most powerful disciplinary committee chairperson is personally appointed by the principal.
My name is Wang Tianying, and I'm a ninth-grade student at the academy. I'm the class monitor of Class 15, responsible for managing 60 students. Like most students, my family is also from a powerful government family. However, unlike most, I'm about to become the sixteenth chairman of the Royal Academy! My mother is the academy's dean, and my father is a high-ranking official in the current government cabinet. After some maneuvering, my mother officially told me that I've been internally selected as the next chairman, a position countless people dream of. There's a grade restriction for the chairmanship; the minimum is the first year of high school, and the day I'm about to enter high school is fast approaching.
"So, today we're announcing the assessment results. Everyone has received their scores, right? Those who failed, please step forward." I stood on the podium in the classroom. "According to the rules, those who failed, come forward to be punished!" As soon as I finished speaking, several screams rang out, and more than a dozen students stepped forward one after another. Clearly, all of them had failed.
"So, who's first?" I glanced at the students about to be punished. They were both boys and girls, all pale-faced, heads bowed low. Several girls were even crying in fear. The other students, who hadn't been punished, watched with pity and trembling fear.
"Yu Jingjing, come here!" A petite girl trembled when I called her name. Her usually sweet face was now filled with intense tension, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
"Hurry up! Come up to the podium!" I urged. The girl practically crawled to the podium; what should have been a few steps felt like an eternity.
After she finally reached me, I didn't hesitate and slapped her hard across the face. The sound of the sharp "smack" rang out, and Jingjing cried out in pain, "Ah!" before covering her face and sobbing.
"Yu Jingjing, passing score 70, actual score 50, a serious failure. Do you accept the punishment?" I read slowly.
"Waaah, please, please... don't hit me..." The girl was clearly terrified. It's understandable; spoiled children like her have never been hit before. Jingjing just cried and begged for mercy, completely ignoring my question.
I sized up the girl's figure. She was 16 years old, petite, only about 1.5 meters tall, and slender. Her slim waist was visible under her summer school uniform, and her breasts were indeed well-developed. Her short skirt, barely reaching her knees, revealed two fair and tender thighs. She was definitely a beauty in the making. However, I had no intention of showing her any mercy today. I grabbed Jingjing's long hair with my right hand and kicked her in the stomach. The girl groaned, not even crying out in pain. I then proceeded to unleash a barrage of punches and kicks on her petite body. Jingjing fell to the ground after the first kick, but because I was holding her hair, I managed to keep her from falling until I let go. She collapsed to the ground with a low moan. Her body was very flexible, and it felt quite comfortable to hit her.
"Waaah, no..." Seeing my violent behavior, several girls who were to be punished cried out in fear, knowing they would suffer the same fate, perhaps even worse.
"Second brother, bring a stool over!" Second brother and I share a dorm room. Our class has 60 students, with over 20 boys and mostly girls. We share a dorm room with six people, so I'm naturally the eldest. Second brother is the strongest in our class, all muscle and with sharp features. I put him in charge of punishments, and everyone's afraid of him—he's strong, after all.
Second brother moved a chair over and placed it in the middle. I picked up a rattan cane. "Then, as usual, I'll start punishing a few. The rest of you, Second brother, you guys take over." The others referred to the other four guys in the dorm, who would assist me as class managers.
"Who should we punish?" I looked at the others, but then I missed the soft feeling of Jingjing's body. "Jingjing, come here!"
"Ah!" Jingjing was still lying on the ground, not quite recovered, when Second brother picked her up like a chick. She cried and leaned on the chair. "Stand up straight, butt up high!" I commanded. "Class monitor, please be gentle... Waaah..." The class manager is also the class monitor.
"Jingjing, do you know how many times you should be hit?"
"Waaah, report to the squad leader, waaah, I should be hit 50 times!"
"50 times in a row, no moving, or you'll get extra punishment." Jingjing immediately let out a desperate cry, "No..." Obviously, no one could withstand 50 hits in a row, so she would definitely have to endure the extra punishment.
I didn't care about any of that, picked up the rattan cane and gestured it across Jingjing's buttocks before striking her hard, each time with all my might. Jingjing felt like her buttocks were exploding, and she couldn't take it after less than twenty hits, collapsing to the ground.
"You're so useless, how many hits have I hit you? Get back up, those don't count."
"No, I beg you, I beg you, I can't take it anymore, waaaah, it hurts so much, my butt hurts so much..." the poor girl pleaded bitterly.
"Second brother, I'll count to 3. If she can't get up, after I finish hitting her, no matter what, you'll punish her with 10 more hits."
"Okay," the second brother replied. Jingjing gasped and struggled to get up. "1, 2, 3," I said, clearly not wanting to give her a chance, finishing the count before she could regain her balance. "You're not fast enough," I laughed, and the other boys who were "punishing" her also chuckled.
"Boss, hurry up and hit this bitch, she's so slow at everything," said Lao Liu, the youngest in our dorm, a thin boy with glasses, quite pretty but a bit effeminate. The others also chimed in, cursing Jingjing.
Jingjing cried and dared not beg for mercy anymore. I picked up the rattan cane and started hitting her again. This time it was even worse; after less than 10 hits, the girl collapsed. I was a little angry too, and kicked her hard twice. "Are you doing this on purpose? Can't you bend over? Doesn't it hurt? You think 50 hits aren't enough? I'll add 100 more. Are you happy
now?" The girl's face was covered in tears and snot. At this point, she completely disregarded her dignity, knelt on the ground in front of the whole class, grabbed my foot, and kowtowed to me, begging for mercy, "Please spare me, don't hit me anymore, what do you want me to do?" "Fine, please, please, class monitor..."
I chuckled. "Damn it, looks like Jingjing's punishment won't end until late tonight. Don't wait for her, let's beat her together."
The second-in-command and a few others obediently brought over a row of chairs and placed them at the front. "Ah..." The other students who were about to be punished immediately let out a series of screams. But what was coming was bound to happen sooner or later. According to their ranking, boys and girls alike had no choice but to obediently come to the chairs and stick their butts out. The second-in-command and his men took the tools and began to carry out the punishment. Immediately, the classroom was filled with crisp "slap slap" sounds, as well as screams and the sound of counting.
"Miss Jingjing, come to my office. Looks like I need to have a good talk with you." Jingjing, still lying on the floor, looked up and begged for mercy, but I pulled her up. Jingjing was light, and although I wasn't as strong as my second brother, I was still quite strong. Subduing a little girl like Jingjing was easy. Jingjing staggered along with me to the office that every class monitor had. I went inside, closed the door, and sat down casually on the sofa, looking at the girl who had been tortured for so long. The girl stood in front of me, at a loss, like a frightened little rabbit, her head down and her hands not daring to cover her buttocks. Finally, after hesitating for a moment, she knelt down on one knee.
I took out a cigarette and realized I didn't have a lighter. The girl crawled to the table to the side, took the lighter, and crawled back to my side to light it for me.
“Jingjing,” I took a drag of my cigarette, “tell me, what do you want me to do with you, hmm?”
“Class monitor, please, just don’t hit me, I’ll do anything, I know I was wrong, please, class monitor, please…” Suddenly the girl paused, as if she had thought of something. “Class monitor, please don’t hit me, I… I’m willing to… Waaah… Please, class monitor, I’m willing…” In extreme fear, the girl even considered using her body as a price to beg me not to hit her anymore, but being a girl, she couldn’t bring herself to say what she was willing to do.
“What you’re willing to do, I don’t understand?” I pretended not to understand.
“It’s… anything, you can do for me… as long as the class monitor doesn’t hit me, please…” A blush began to appear on the girl’s tear-streaked face.
I watched this self-important girl with interest, then slapped her hard across the face. Caught completely off guard, she was stunned. "Yu Jingjing, I'm busy. Either bend over and get ready to be hit, or make it clear I don't have time for your games."
"Waaah," the girl cried, "Waaah, no..." I gave her a moment to recover, then glared at her. "Have you figured out what you want to say?"
"Yes, class monitor, waaaah..." the girl sobbed. "Class monitor, please fuck me, just don't hit me, waaaah..." The girl finally uttered vulgar words.
"Raise your head and look at me!" I commanded. The girl slowly raised her head; her once lovely face was now swollen with tears, her cheeks red, bearing my handprint.
"Class monitor, don't hit me anymore, I'm willing to let you fuck me..." It's undeniable that watching a girl beg you to fuck her with a sob in her voice is really satisfying, even I got aroused. "Fuck you? Fuck you where?"
"Fuck, ah, down, down there, ah ah." Seeing me raise my hand to hit her again, the girl hurriedly said, "Fuck my pussy."
I didn't expect her to say the word "pussy." "Take off your clothes, show me the place you want to be fucked."
"Yes, yes, sob sob." Saying is one thing, doing is another. It's really hard to get a girl to take off her clothes in front of a man, but Jingjing obviously knew the price of disobedience. Sobbing, she slowly unbuttoned her clothes, and the girl's body was gradually exposed in front of me. It was pretty much what I imagined. The girl had a good figure, fair skin, a flat stomach, and smooth thighs. After taking off her top, the girl wisely didn't ask me if she wanted to take off her bra. She automatically unhooked her bra, revealing a pair of dove-like breasts. After taking off her skirt, she finally gritted her teeth and took off her panties as well, kneeling naked in front of me. I saw that the girl's once alluring body
was now covered in bruises, clearly my handiwork.
"Turn around, stick your ass out," I said. The girl obediently did as I said, turning around and sticking her ass out like a puppy. Her once round and fair buttocks were now shockingly covered with crisscrossing scarlet marks. The marks from the few times I had whipped her were now visible. I reached out and gently pinched her swollen buttocks. They felt plump and nice to the touch. The girl shuddered. Clearly, her private parts and anus were exposed under my fingers, making her extremely ashamed.
"You said earlier that as long as I don't hit you, I can fuck you, right?"
"Ugh, um, yes, I, I'm very easy to fuck..." The girl didn't know how else to describe herself, so she could only use "I'm very easy to fuck" to describe herself.
"Okay, so now?"
"Mmm..."
"In that case, show me the place you want to be fucked, let me see it clearly."
"What?"
"Turn around and spread your legs."
"Okay," the girl turned around and obediently spread her legs. Obviously, as long as she wouldn't get beaten, the girl had completely given up her dignity. The girl's pink private parts between her legs had obviously never been played with before, and it was probably the first time that she had been seen by a man. I pressed her down and admired the girl's private parts up close. "So, let's start. Aren't you going to close your eyes?" I spoke with the curiosity of someone seeing a new toy. The girl was already extremely shy, and when she heard that I should close her eyes, she immediately closed them tightly. I played with Jingjing's genitals for a few moments and found that they had become wet with the touch. "Well, here we go, Jingjing. Spread your legs as wide as possible and count down from 5."
“Yes,” Jingjing forcefully spread her legs and began counting down, “5, 4…” I smiled, enjoying Jingjing’s perverted state. With my right hand, I picked up a palm-width leather belt and, just as the girl reached her most relaxed state on the count of 3, lashed it hard across her vulva.
“Ah…” The entire floor seemed to hear her scream. Jingjing clutched her groin, writhing in agony. Golden liquid continuously overflowed from between her legs; clearly, she had lost control of her bladder and couldn’t even urinate. Aside from the initial scream, she couldn’t even utter a sound of pain for a long time, her whole body trembling violently—the sheer agony was unimaginable.
Just then, the door opened, and the second brother walked in. He glanced at Jingjing, who was lying naked in her own urine, groaning, and turned to me, saying, "Boss, your wife failed the exam this time too. How about we bring her to the office so you can personally administer the punishment?"
"No need," I waved my hand. The second brother was referring to my girlfriend, well, only temporarily. She was in our class, and I only got her because she was pretty. And since I was the class monitor, she naturally couldn't be happier to agree. But then I thought, "Did she ask you to come and ask me?"
The second brother paused slightly. "Yes, boss."
"How many times should I hit her?"
"Twenty times!"
"Okay," I nodded. "You do it yourself. Have the whole class sit down, and hit her last. Also, take off her pants before hitting her, the same rules as her." I pointed to Jingjing on the ground.
"Spank her naked?"
"Yeah, if she doesn't behave, just strip her naked and hit her however you want."
"I understand," the second brother said, turning to leave. I stopped him again. "Wait, second brother, take her with you too," I said, pointing to Jingjing on the ground.

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