As Claire swallowed, new memories formed in her mind. How she had graduated from the Roissy Academy for Young Ladies with perfect marks. Attended a prestigious Ivy League school and earned a Masters in Education. She had grown from a timid young lady into a woman that respected and encouraged harsh discipline. She had grown to understand why the headmistress was so severe, so punishing to delinquents. It wasn't just to keep young ladies in line, promoting responsibility and admonishing bad behavior. She enjoyed delivering punishment, particularly to young tarts like she once was. Claire had grown to understand the erotic thrill of domination; of treating the young students as naughty little playthings with each swat of the paddle. To shape them. Control them.
It was a feeling that Claire wanted to experience herself. That was why she chose to apply for a position as Assistant Headmistress at the academy. Her stance on punishment was one of the things that led to her hiring. And she had the powerful Maleness to thank for it all, as he had been the one to enroll her into the academy, sending her on a path of both ladyship and sexual discovery.
When Claire opened her eyes, she was no longer the doe-eyed academy student. She had aged by over a decade, and was now a studious twenty-nine year old. Her ruffled, high-necked blouse and knee-length skirt were clean and immaculately wrinkle-free. Her black pumps both provocative and professional. She looked over the narrow rims of her reading glasses and adjusted the bun of silver hair atop her head. The taste of the Maleness's cum lingered on her tongue as she smiled.
"Ooh, thank you so much!" Claire stood and curtsied before the powerful being that had once upon a time been a part of her. "I'd never be in this position if it weren't for you."
"And I'm happy to see your level of appreciation," the Maleness said. "You are most loyal and trustworthy. Also, I have news for you."
"Really?" Claire asked. "What news would that be?"
"The headmistress has been indisposed. As you are the assistant headmistress, that means that you are in charge until she recovers." The Maleness smiled.
Claire smiled back. "Why, thank you." She was, of course, fully aware of the headmistress's current position. Angie and the other women were practically piled on top of each other in their attempt to worship the Maleness. More importantly, control of the academy and its students was now hers. She reveled in the idea of no longer being a mere assistant. "I'm sure that the first student I expel will just be dying to meet you."
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