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Next
Morning
I had a
restless night's sleep after Shane finally
left my room. The memories of the
humiliating things he had done to me were
still fresh in my mind when Headmistress's
secretary Mary knocked on my door the
following morning and informed me
Headmistress wanted to see me in her
classroom after breakfast. I didn't have
to be told why. I had created a bad
example for the students who caught me
splashing around in the college fountain
the night before and Headmistress was now
going to make an example of me. Mary
appeared to relish telling me how much she
was looking forward to seeing Headmistress
punish me. Secretly, the thought of being
punished in front of the whole school
aroused me but I did my best to disguise
this fact from Mary.
After
Mary left my room I filled the basin of
the washstand and quickly freshened up. It
felt odd putting on make up when I didn't
have to worry about coordinating it with
clothes. I dusted my cheeks and nipples
with a light rouge and applied a modest
amount of mascara and lipstick to my eyes
and lips. A quick squirt of my favorite
perfume - White Linen - to my neck and
another light mist on my inner thighs was
enough, I hoped, to mask the smell of my
arousal. I checked my appearance in the
mirror one last time and briefly
considered wearing one of my wigs but
decided since the rest of me was au
natural, I'd not bother with one.
Satisfied I looked my best,
I took a deep breath and headed for the
door. I paused in the doorway and looked
back to make sure my suitcase was hidden
completely out of view beneath my bed. The
bed made, my toys put away - the room
looked neat as a pin. The door squeaked
loudly as I opened it; the metal tongue of
the snib clicking silently when I pulled
it closed. I gave the door a gentle bump
to make sure it was closed properly.
Outside my room the corridor was deserted
and I quickly and quietly made my way
towards the cafeteria.
I helped
myself to a small bowl of cereal and some
freshly cut fruit. It sort of felt like I
was on holidays if I didn't think about
the work that lay ahead. The cafeteria was
deserted and silent except for some
pleasant muzak being piped into the room
through speakers in the ceiling. Outside I
could hear the pleasant sounds of morning:
birds chirping and the distant sound of a
lawn mower. I found my way to one of the
long tables and sat down on the cold
wooden bench seat. Occasionally there'd be
the sound of voices somewhere outside the
cafeteria. I didn't want to rush my
breakfast, particularly with my stomach
feeling uneasy with the apprehension of
the punishment I knew awaited me. But I
also felt it would be a long day ahead and
knew I'd need my strength.
Besides
Headmistress, Mary and Shane, I hadn't
really met anybody else. I also still
wasn't sure who the man was who had
humiliated me down at the security guard
booth but for now I'd resolved not to
mention him to anybody. I finished
breakfast with a cup of coffee poured from
an urn at the servery, sweetening it with
a couple of sugars for extra energy. Once
finished, I took my plates to the kitchen
and rinsed them before putting them into
the dishwasher which, I noticed, already
contained a few other plates and cutlery
from others who had their breakfast
earlier than me. There was no sign of any
kitchen staff but I still called out a
"hello" just in case they were out back in
the pantry.
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