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  JANA’S JOURNEY

  THE COMPLETE COLLECTION

  Copyright © 2012 by Natasha Stevens

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  THIS WORK IS INTENDED ONLY FOR ADULT AUDIENCES, AS DEFINED BY YOUR LOCAL JURISDICTION. IT CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX AND SHOULD NOT BE READ BY MINORS.

  All participants in sex acts in the story are over the age of 18.

  Non-consensual sex is a crime. Remember the difference between fantasy and reality. The author in no way encourages or condones risky or illegal sexual behavior.

  This book is a collection which comprises all the Jana’s Journey stories originally posted separately on Amazon:Part One: A Trip to the Principal’s Office

  Part Two: A Trip to the Nightclub

  Part Three: A Trip to the Health Spa

  Part Four: A Trip to the Beach House

  Part Five: A Trip to the Masquerade Party

  Part Six: A Trip to the Police Station

  Part Seven: A Trip to the Basement

  Plus the never-before published epilogue, A Trip to Prague

  PART ONE: A TRIP TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE

  Jana sat with her knees pressed tightly together, waiting for the principal to arrive, not sure whether she should be scared or excited.

  Did the principal want to praise her for something, or to punish her? She certainly couldn’t imagine that she’d done anything wrong, and her grades were excellent.

  He’d called her into the office, and then gone outside to speak with the secretary.

  She took her compact mirror out of her purse and nervously straightened her long honey-blonde hair and checked her makeup. It looked fine. Her big green eyes filled the mirror, and she smiled and winked at herself.

  Finally he came back into the room, and she heard him saying goodbye to the secretary before closing the door behind him. It was 3:15 now and school had finished for the day.

  “All right, Jana,” said Principal Stevens, sitting down behind his desk. “How are you feeling today?” He smiled at her. His piercing blue eyes met hers. He was a handsome man, with thick dark hair and smooth olive skin. All the girls in school had a crush on him. She’d only spoken to him a few times before.

  “Fine, sir. Am I … in trouble?” she asked meekly.

  “Do you feel like you deserve to be in trouble?” he asked, still smiling.

  There was something cold in the smile, she thought. “I … no, I don’t think so.”

  He looked at the file in front of him. “Your 18th birthday was last week,” he said.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “My birthday was last week also. I turned 43.”

  “Twenty-five years older than me,” she said, crossing her legs and folding her arms in front of herself. She had wondered how old he was; he was certainly youthful-looking, with a trim muscular body and only a bit of grey hair around his temples.

  “I see you’ve been paying attention in math class, anyway. Your grades are excellent and all your teachers say you work very hard. That’s not why you’re here. Do you have any idea why you are here?”

  Her heart was thudding in her chest. “No, sir, I don’t.”

  He stood up and paced in front of her, glancing down at her, his hands behind his back. He wore a grey suit and a dark red necktie.

  “Your uniform, maybe? Do you think it meets regulations?”

  She looked down at herself; the top two buttons of her blouse were undone, and she hadn’t noticed. Regulations were that only the first could be unbuttoned.

  She felt her face growing red. “I’m sorry, sir.”

  She hurriedly began to fasten the button.

  “Stop,” he said coldly. “Leave it as it is.”

  Her hands dropped into her lap again. She couldn’t look up at him, but felt his gaze bearing down on her.

  “I’m so sorry, sir. I’ll fix it if … ”

  “No, leave it. You came in here, with your blouse open enough for me to see your bra. What does that say about you?”

  She felt her face growing red. “I … It was just an accident, sir. I didn’t notice it.”

  “Look up at me, Jana.” He was standing over her now, towering over her, so tall and broad-shouldered, his hands on his hips.

  She looked up, shyly. “I’m really sorry, it just came open accidentally.”

  “Accidentally … and what color is your bra, Jana?”

  She felt her face radiating heat. “Sir, I … ”

  “Regulations in this school are for girls not to wear colored bras, because they must wear white blouses. What color is your bra, Jana?”

  “It’s white!” she said, shocked.

  “I don’t think so. It looks more pink, to me.”

  “It’s white, but it has some little red designs on it,” she admitted. She felt the heat spreading down to her chest, and she couldn’t look up at him anymore.

  He was pacing back and forth again. “Why did you do that, Jana? That’s two rules broken in one day. What would your mother think?”

  “She’d be very upset,” Jana said quickly. Her mother had always warned her to be a good girl. “I wore it because I didn’t have another clean. I work as a babysitter some days, and my mother is very busy also, sometimes we get behind on the laundry.”

  “You don’t have boyfriends, I know. You keep to yourself. You don’t socialize much. You’re very serious. Is your mother proud of you?”

  “Yes, she is,” Jana said, all too aware that from his position the principal could see directly down her blouse into her shirt, could see her ample breasts, cupped in the tight lace white and red bra. It was one of her favorites, but she had known she shouldn’t wear it to school.

  “You live alone with your mother, if I’m not mistaken. Immigrants from Russia, right?”

  “Yes, sir. We came here five years ago. But my father was American.”

  “I saw in your file that your mother is only 36. A little younger than me. Not married?”

  “No sir. My father hasn’t lived with us for many years.”

  “Your mother got pregnant at a young age, it seems.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Is that why you’re a good girl? She warned you not to make the same mistakes she did?”

  “Yes,” she said, in a small voice. She felt herself begin to tear up. Her mother worked so hard and wanted only the best for her daughter.

  “So what would your mother think, if she knew that you came in here, with your blouse unbuttoned, showing me your bra?”

  Jana felt tears coming to her eyes. “But I didn’t do it on purpose, sir!”

  “Just tell me. What would she think, if she knew that you did this?”

  “I didn’t mean to do it! I’ll button it back up if you let me!” Her hands moved up to fasten the button and she was surprised when he rather roughly pushed her hands away.

  “I told you not to do that,” he said.

  She looked down at her hands in her lap. She felt the heat radiating off her, so scared, so helpless, feeling her nipples tingle and tighten on her breasts, which felt all too exposed.

  He sat next to her on the small sofa. “Aren’t you proud of your body, Jana?”

  She couldn’t answer, looking down.<
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  “Answer me, Jana.”

  “I am,” she said. “I exercise a lot. I used to do ballet, back in Russia.”

  “Why did you stop?” he asked.

  “My breasts got too big,” she said, and then clutched her mouth in embarrassment at what she’d said.

  Principal Stevens leaned back and smiled. “You know what we call girls who like to show off their bodies, but never go out with anybody? Never let anybody touch them?”

  She looked down at her hands in her lap.

  “Yes,” she said finally. “I know.”

  “What’s that word, Jana?” he asked softly.

  “Tease,” she said. “The other students call me a tease, a lot.”

  “Do you think you’re a tease, Jana?” his voice was smooth and soft.

  She felt a tear roll down her hot cheek and splash into her cleavage.

  “No,” she said meekly. “I’m a good girl!”

  “Does a good girl show off her breasts to the principal, Jana?”

  She shook her head back and forth.

  “I know how upset your mother will be. Won’t she be upset?”

  “Yes! Very!” More tears rolled down her cheeks.

  “Then I’ll give you a choice. Either I can call your mother and tell her what you did, or we can use corporal punishment.”

  She sniffled. “What’s corporal punishment?”

  “A spanking. It’s permitted here; your mother signed a form allowing it.”

  “But … I … ” She felt more hot tears running down her chest into her bra. “I’m a good girl!” she said desperately.

  “That’s why I’m giving you a choice, Jana. Don’t you see that I want to help you, here?” He stroked her long blonde hair.

  “Yes,” she said quietly. She felt the warmth and strength radiating from him, as he sat a few inches away from her. “I know you want to help me.”

  “I do,” he said softly. “So, what’s your choice?”

  “Will it hurt,” she asked. “The spanking, I mean?”

  She felt his whole body seem to expand as a huge smile broke out on his face. “Only a little, Jana.”

  She nodded shyly, wiping tears from her eyes. “Okay, the spanking.”

  “Very well. Lie across my lap here.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said, her lips trembling and the tears beginning to flow more freely now.

  “Don’t cry, Jana, it will be okay.” He stroked her hair again.

  She leaned over him and moved her breasts across his lap, feeling a thrill of heat and sensation there as they encountered something hard there. She heard him gasp as well.

  She settled into place, her stomach across his legs and her ass in the air, her breasts smashed against the sofa. She continued to weep quietly, her mind whirling with humiliation, fear, excitement.

  “Are you ready, Jana?”

  “Yes sir,” she said through her tears.

  “You have to pull up your skirt for me,” he said, firmly.

  She reached back and bunched up her skirt behind her.

  “That’s it, Jana. Higher … a bit higher … ”

  “Yes, sir,” she felt as if she was watching herself from far away, as if she was not in control of anything anymore. Her world had changed so completely, in such a short time.

  “Your panties are completely white, at least. That’s good. Are you ready?”

  She nodded, afraid to speak now. She clenched her the muscles of her rear end and braced herself, feeling like she couldn’t catch her breath.

  The first smack came like a thunderclap, sending a wave of heat and pain across her ass cheek. She cried out.

  “You can scream, Jana, this room is soundproofed. Nobody can hear you. Nobody’s around here anyway.”

  Before she could answer, more smacks came, and her ass felt like it was on fire. She howled, wiggling across his lap, again aware of the heat spreading to her breasts and now aware that there was moisture between her legs.

  She felt his hand wrap in her hair, holding her in place. “Do you like that, Jana? Are you a good girl?”

  “Oh god! Please stop! It hurts!” she begged.

  “Ask me nicely,” he said.

  “It hurts! Please, stop spanking me!”

  “Say, ‘please, teacher, stop spanking my ass’.”

  She was shocked to hear him say the word ass. She started to cry harder. “Okay, please, teacher, stop spanking my ass!”

  More thunderous smacks came down on the hot tight cheeks of her burning red ass. She cried out again.

  “Are you going to be a good girl?”

  “Yes! Please!”

  “Are you going to be a little tease?”

  “No! No, I won’t!”

  More spanks.

  “Oh, god, why? I said no!” she begged, her head pulled back as he twisted his hand in her hair. “You’re hurting me!”

  “You didn’t say sir,” he said, spanking her ass harder.

  “No sir! I promise I won’t be a tease! I promise I will be a good girl! I’ll be more careful with my uniform, I’ll wear a white bra, I won’t be a tease, PLEASE, SIR!” she screamed.

  Finally the spanks stopped. She felt his hand on her ass still, rubbing it gently, and he was stroking her hair as she sobbed.

  “It’s okay,” he said. “You’re a good girl, Jana, you did fine. Shhhh, shhhh. I’m proud of you.”

  “Oh, god,” she moaned, wiggling back across his lap and sitting up, crying out when her reddened ass touched the sofa again, her skirt still bunched around her thighs, her makeup running down her face, her hair falling into her eyes. “I’m so sorry, sir, I’m so so sorry.”

  “Shhhh,” he said. “It’s okay.” He put his arm around her and she cried more heavily, leaning into his chest, smelling his masculine smell. She felt her heart pounding, and her body felt so hot, the fire in her ass spreading between her legs, up her back, to her breasts.

  “Now, I need to see your bra, before I can let you leave,” he said softly.

  “But you saw it down my shirt already,” she sobbed. “You can see down my shirt now!”

  “All of it. Come on, Jana. Be a good girl,” he said firmly. “You promised not to be a little tease again.”

  “I know, I know,” she said. She leaned away from him, wiping her tears away.

  “Don’t you want to be a good girl, Jana? Don’t you want to take your blouse off?”

  “No,” she said miserably. “I want to go home. I’ve learned my lesson, I have,” she said, plaintively.

  “I need to see your bra, all of it, and you need to do what I tell you. You showed some of it to me when you came in with those buttons open; you need to show me all of it. A good girl finishes what she started, and a good girl obeys.”

  “But, I didn’t understand … I can’t …” she said, eyes down. “I didn’t mean to!”

  “Are you ashamed of your body? Is that it?”

  “No … “ she whined, drawing the word out. “I don’t know, you’ve got me all confused …”

  “And a good girl obeys her principal, too. Take off your blouse and show me the bra you wore today. It’s what you want, isn’t it?”

  Jana didn’t answer, her body trembling.

  After a moment, she leaned back, facing, him, and unbuttoned two more buttons of her shirt, opening it to show the lacy cups of her bra. She felt her breath catch in her throat as she did so, felt her heart speed up again.

  “Like this?” she asked softly.

  “Yes, Jana, just like that.” He was leaning back, and his hand was moving in his lap now. “Good girl. Stand up, take off your blouse.”

  Closing her eyes, obeying without a protest, she unbuttoned the white blouse, stood up and dropped in on the floor.

  She stood, breathing shallowly, almost panting, feeling the red flush on her face and her chest radiating heat. So hot. She was sure he could feel it even from a few feet away.

  “You like it when men look at you, don’t you, Jana?”
he asked, in a low voice.

  She hesitated, then nodded.

  “You know that you’re one of the most beautiful girls in this school. Such a body … 36 C?”

  “38,” she said. She had her arms crossed below her breasts.

  “You wore that bra so you could let boys look down your shirt today, didn’t you?” he said, standing up.

  She shook her head. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

  “It’s okay. You can tell me, Jana.”

  “I thought it looked nice when I put it on,” she said, opening her eyes and looking down at herself, her breasts heaving as she struggled to control her breathing.

  “It does. It does look nice. You like it when they look down your shirt, don’t you?”

  After a moment, she nodded her head again.

  “But you don’t let them touch, never.”

  “No, sir.” It was true. Her mother had warned her that touching would lead to other things.

  “Very nice, Jana. You look very nice.”

  “Thank you, sir. May I go now?” she asked.

  “No, not yet. You’re not really ready yet. You haven’t really learned your lesson yet, have you?” he asked, walking around her in a circle as she stood shyly in the center of the room in her bra.

  “I don’t know …” she said, feeling another tear splash on her chest.

  “You’re not a tease, are you?”

  She shook her head violently, tossing her honey-blonde hair. “I’m not, I’m not, stop saying that.”

  “You always do what the teacher says.”

  “Yes, I do,” she said, more firmly.

  “Okay, take off your skirt, now,” he commanded.

  Almost panting now, knowing it was wrong, but feeling a powerful jolt of pleasure pass through her in surrendering, she slipped out of her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

  “How do you feel, Jana?” asked Principal Stevens.

  “This is wroooongg,” she whined.

  “Don’t you feel like you deserve it?” he asked.

  “I don’t know,” she said.

  “Turn around, Jana. Show me your body.”

  She obeyed without question now, raising her arms and doing a half-ballet turn.

  “You never let the boys touch you, do you?” he asked again.

  “No sir.”

  “Don’t you like to be touched?”