"Fieldman, I don't care what you have to say regarding my disciplinary techniques. And might I remind you that you are the 'former' head of the local charter school that fell into financial ruin only this past month?"
"Wh-what?" Susan's eyes bugged. "You...you skank! That isn't true, and you know it!"
"Is that so?" Sepultura scoffed. "Well then, perhaps you could explain why the entire teaching staff was laid off?"
"B-but!" Susan stumbled over her words as reality rewrote itself to conform to Sepultura's words. Indeed, the charter school had hit such financial hardship that the entire teaching staff was being laid off. Operation of the school would cease entirely come the end of the school year. "Financial hardship or no, that doesn't excuse your behavior in the slightest!"
"My behavior?" Sepultura barked. "I always take care to ensure that I behave as a pinnacle of ladyship. Who are you to complain about behavior when you storm onto a stage and call me a hussy?"
"That's what you are!" Susan shouted. "A hussy that takes these girls and, and turns them into little tarts ready and willing to be molested by the first willing man that comes along."
"How dare you insult my students!" Sepultura's quiet rage reached such a point that even Franko felt the urge to back away. "You should be more grateful of the second chance I'm giving you."
Susan's clothing shifted into a prim and proper skirt and blouse ensemble. "S-second chance?"
"Your first chance was your failed administration of the charter school that you destroyed with your own hands." Sepultura spoke, her tone clearly indicating her belief in Susan's incompetence. "Now, how in the world could a woman such as yourself find work after destroying the educational qualities that the students under your care deserve?"
"I...I don't know." Susan said, nervous. Her hair pulled itself into a hasty, unkempt bun. "I thought I was finished for sure."
"And you had ever reason to believe that." Sepultura batted her paddle against her open palm. "You were so desperate for finding a way to save your career that you practically crawled into my office to beg me for a job."
Susan gulped as tears formed in her eyes. The humiliation she had endured in going to her enemy for a bailout was now public knowledge. She could hear the students gossiping as her shoes became high heels. Her age lines melted away, making her only slightly younger than the headmistress herself.
"Can you believe that?" Lindsay asked.
"She's not a lady at all!" Carmen whispered.
Sepultura turned to the girls. "Ladies, please. No gossiping."
"Yes, Ms. Sepultura." All of the girls spoke in unison, then fell quiet.
"You see?" Sepultura said. "These girls may act as delinquents, but with the proper discipline and education, they'll become perfect young ladies."
"I...I apologize, Headmistress!" Susan wiped her tears with a silk handkerchief. "I misunderstood you completely. Please, please let me stay on as your assistant! I don't know what I'll do if you let me go!"
Sepultura sighed. "Very well. Though you have a long way to go before you prove yourself." She slid the chair before Susan. "Fieldman, in order to teach you the benefits of what you call 'corporal punishment,' it's only right that you receive a spanking for the unladylike display you've put on today."
"Yes, Headmistress." Susan leaned over the chair, her now D-cup breasts pressed against the back as she gripped hold of it.
"First, you must learn to address myself, the faculty, and most important of all, the students as they should be properly addressed!" Sepultura swatted Susan's ass and felt a thrill of comeuppance as her former rival squealed.
"You are only to criticize the teaching and disciplinary methods of the academy if you find that they contradict with the goal of educating the student body to become fine young ladies!" A second swat, and Sepultura smirked as Susan cried out.
"And finally, you must learn your place. You are my personal assistant, and you will perform your duties as such. Any attempt at performing duties outside those I assign to you will be met with severe punishment and if serious enough will be considered grounds for immediate termination."
Sepultura spanked Susan with such force that the woman jumped and let go of the chair. Her tits, still pressing against the back, tipped it off balance and it clattered to the floor. "I, I understand, Headmistress!"
"I hope for your sake that you mean that," Sepultura said. "I'll let you off with three swats, as you are already under enough punishment and humiliation regarding your follies at the charter school. However, I must warn you that my standard punishment for academy faculty and staff members that fall out of line is much more severe than any spanking I deliver to a disobedient student."
Susan nodded. "I-I understand, Headmistress."
"Good, now go check on the bus driver and see to it that she's comfortable."
"Yes, Headmistress. Right away!"
Susan scurried from the theater as quickly as her sore ass and high heels could take her. Sepultura turned to Franko and scoffed. "It is cliche, to be sure, but it truly is hard to find good help in this day and age."
"Absolutely," Franko said. He found Sepultura an absolute marvel among his acts and made a mental note that if he ever had a daughter, he would ensure that she was enrolled at the Roissy Academy for Young Ladies. Clearing his throat, he thought of his next candidate to present to the headmistress when inspiration struck.
The Naomis wheeled out three identical chests. With a snap of Franko's fingers, they unlocked simultaneously, and all three flipped open to reveal three very colorful figures. Madonna, Britney Spears, and Lady Gaga.
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