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Teacher Conference with Headmistress, 15 July
Maggie sat, somewhat nervously, in Dr. O’Brien’s office. This was, her first evaluation since graduating from university and starting here at St. Margaret’s. And let’s face it, Agnes O’Brien was an intimidating individual. She was a famous feminist scholar whose works Maggie had read as an undergraduate. She was the Foundress of this school and its headmistress. So Maggie’s palms were moist and her mouth was dry. And the chair she was sitting in was armless, wooden and with a straight back, obviously designed to make its occupant less than comfortable. But Maggie also found this anxiety a bit erotic. If she was found wanting what would Dr. O’Brien do to her. Would she be made to strip and be whipped? Now that was simultaneously terrifying and arousing.
Agnes looked out at Maggie as the new teacher squirmed in the ‘hot seat’. The combination of the fears that a new teacher normally feels and the programming she had Steve perform on the young lady were obviously interacting beautifully. Agnes bet that Maggie’s drawers would soon be dripping with vaginal secretions. Agnes suspected that the more she reassured Maggie, the greater her anxiety would become. So she began the evaluation: “Maggie, how do you think you are doing. In particular how do you think you are performing vis a vis Bly, Nelson and Hornblower. What goals have you set for yourself and how far along are you in terms of the benchmarks that need to be met for Section I.A? And lastly, how do you feel about yourself?”
Maggie cleared her throat and clenched her pelvic muscles and began. “Dr O’Brien, mam, I think I am doing alright. All of my twelve girls, and their mothers have been through orientation including physical and psychological exams, teacher conference and uniform issue. All three Circles are designated and they have established their e-networks. The first Circle has its first Sleep Over planned for tomorrow at Mrs. Wilson’s. The second and third Circles have their first sleep overs planned for the 23rd. I know that they have received several of your e-mails and are going over them. The first Circle has started their Home Disciplinary Record System which we will review tomorrow. How am I doing in comparison to the other teachers? Well, I was hired a week sooner than Ms Bly so I have a head start on her. She seems to be doing very well. I think that by tomorrow she will have put all of her twelve girls through orientation. I like Kris. Her area of specialization is English and I think the two of us can work together well. I admit that I haven’t really had much of a chance to deal with the other two new teachers. In terms of my goals and benchmarks, I want to have weekly meetings of my three Circles in the next month and a half before classes start so that the home disciplinary system is smoothly functioning prior to startup. I am thinking of e-mailing out a maths assessment to all of the first formers ten days prior to class start due in on the Thursday prior to class start.”
“How do I feel mam? Sort of strange. Actually very strange. On the one hand I am unbelievably excited. On the other hand I am really scared. I am surprised how well the mums respond to my authority. Particularly since they are all older than I am. Some are almost as old as my mum was when she died. And yet when I make a point, they all agree. I am petrified that I will ask them to do something and they will refuse. The girls, on the other hand, I sense more of a rebellious streak in them. A lot of rebellion in a few of them. I am not sure that I can handle them. In fact I am terrified that I cannot handle them. If I fail I don’t know what I would do.” And at that point the young blonde put her face in her hands and began to cry.
Agnes O’Brien leaned back in her well padded brown leather chair and contentedly smiled. Things were going very well. Maggie Fletcher had her class section up and running and it was six weeks until the start of classes. She would go far, she was damned close to the best in this school and her and Kris Bly would be the foundation upon which she would build the St. Margaret’s that she dreamed of. Now to prepare her for tomorrow’s meeting. “Miss Fletcher, there are a couple of things you need to tend to before tomorrow. First make sure that the older siblings of your girls get their exams. I think that for Circle I.A1 there is only one. Laura Wilson. What are your plans for her.” Maggie replied. “Laura and her mother Nancy are scheduled to drop by the Ritchie Clinic late this afternoon.”
Agnes was very pleased at this. She would call David immediately and instruct him as to further programming for Mrs. Wilson. She could probably do it herself but she didn’t want Dave or Steve to know the degree to which she was independent of him. She was not the hyper-suggestible young female that they were used to dealing with. What Steve had done last spring was to primarily release repressions that Agnes longed to release herself. She was actually quite self aware during the process. All of the programming that would have made her quite susceptible to Steve’s wishes totally failed to take. Between her will and her own quite considerable knowledge of hypnosis, Agnes was quite her own creature. But it would not do for her to directly start programming. It ran the danger of Steve detecting the signs of her handiwork. That would upset the apple cart. Well, in any case back to the matter directly at hand.
“Well Ms. Fletcher, I think you have done very well with only a few minor missteps. Therefore I think that you deserve only the lightest level of discipline. I think that two dozen strokes of the strap should be sufficient. What do you think?” Maggie gulped. For a couple of weeks she had been wondering about this. Fearing it and yet anticipating it. She nodded in agreement.
Maggie’s Maintenance
“Then Ms. Fletcher, better remove your knickers, hoist your skirts, kneel down on the seat of the chair, and bend over the back of the chair grasping the back legs with your hands. This is the position you will assume in the future when you are given a minor chastisement in this office. Is this clear.”
Maggie’s head was in a whirl. It seemed as if this was what she had been waiting for, forever. All of her heart and soul had been rushing toward this moment, anticipating this, longing for this. Ever since that day early this summer when she took the train out to St. Margaret’s and interviewed with Dr. O’Brien. She had been building toward this. Her hands trembled as she lifted up the hem of her skirt and began unfastening her suspender garters from the tops of her dark stockings. There were four of them, two on each side. Having released the fasteners she could reach up and lower her white panties, first to her thighs, then below her knees, and then stepping out of them. She blushed as she realized how wet the gusset of her knickers were. She sensed just how aroused she was. She glanced over at Dr. O’Brien wondering where to put her panties. Agnes instructed her to drape them over the back of the wooden chair. Hoisting her black skirt and half slip up and over her hips, Maggie climbed onto the seat of the chair and bent her upper body over. This left her buttocks magnificently exposed and ready for Dr. O’Brien’s attentions.
Agnes, opened a side drawer of her large wooden desk and removed a hefty leather strap. It was far more substantial than the tawses she had issued to the teachers and first form mothers. Longer, wider and thicker the leather was attached to a wooden handle. “Maggie, now you are going to learn about a real spanking.” Maggie thought she knew. After all it was only a couple of weeks since the last time she was spanked. That was by Dr. Waters on the day she had interviewed for the job her. And it took some time until the last of the bruises faded. But when the blow wielded by Agnes O’Brien landed squarely across her buttocks, Maggie understood. The impact of it almost knocked her off the chair and she wobbled around while fighting to keep her balance. And then there was the pain. An impact over such a large area didn’t transmit as an ouch. It was more like a roar coursing through her brain. And then came the next. As the strap whistled through the air Maggie’s brain went, ‘NO NO NO NO’ and then ‘ARRRRGGGHH’. She bit into the oral mucosa on the backside of her lips and could taste the blood that began to collect inside her mouth. As the next blow connected she fought for control. The force of it drove her forward on the chair and unbalanced her. It was all she could do to keep from falling forward and taking the chair with her. The only thing she could do was to fight to move backwards on the chair. And this brought her right up against that which was driving her forward – the swinging strap.
By about the twelfth stroke, Mags had mastered the art of staying on the chair while being beaten with the strap. It was only at this point that she could truly appreciate the special pain coursing through her. And the higher erotic level she was being taken to. Even more so than during her beating at the doctor’s office, this beating was turning her on. Before that day she had never known what a body shaking, soul wrenching force a real orgasm was. Prior to then she had upon occasion diddled herself but never was something like that unleashed. And she hadn’t had a real orgasm since, despite fiddling with her clit every evening and morning in bed. Now she could feel the tension beginning to build. It had been slowly rising over the last couple of weeks as she tweaked herself without getting any real release. Now it was building faster. It seemed that every blow of the strap increased the pressure inside her head to beyond the breaking point. Then the blows ceased and Dr. O’Brien said “That is it”. But the pressure continued to build. Mags was shaking uncontrollably. She somehow got her feet back on solid ground. But she then dropped to her knees bowing down to the ground at Dr. O’Brien’s feet sobbing “Please mam, can I frig myself”. The Headmistress smiled and said, “By all means my child.” Still holding her skirts up, Maggie eased her swollen and tender buttocks onto the chair and went about tweaking her pussy with both hands. Such was her degree of excitement that in less than a minute she climaxed. It was only when her shuddering ceased and her head began to clear that her embarrassment began to show. Her face and neck flushed crimson as she looked up at her smiling superior. “Its alright, Ms Fletcher, I understand. You have been under enormous pressure. You have done very well. Take the rest of the afternoon off. You deserve it. And remember, I will drop by tomorrow night to see how things are going.”
Getting Ready
Dr. O’Brien sat back in her chair and cradled the receiver of her phone. “Dr. Ritchie, when he has a moment to break” she informed Ms Richards the receptionist. Ann immediately knew what level of urgency that signified. Don’t interrupt David Ritchie while he was in with a patient but have him call Dr. O’Brien before he see the next patient. Ann Richards was well trained. And she was severely punish every month for any minor mistakes.
While Agnes waited for her colleague to return the call she pondered the situation. She did not have to wait long. “David, I am so happy with the programming Steve did on Maggie Fletcher. She is in constant low level arousal but cannot under ordinary circumstances masturbate herself to climax. The only way for her to get release is through corporal punishment. Fantastic! Now, I am sending Mrs. Wilson to you, yes the obnoxious one. No, she is not Italian, she is Maltese, there is a difference you know. Yes, I know that you saw her a couple of weeks ago with her pre-first form daughter Linda. This time she is bringing her daughter Laura, yes the one who is Sandra’s age. And she is also bringing her cook and maid, both of whom are also Maltese. I want all four of them to receive the same programming that Steve gave Maggie. Have you got that? Yes, I realize that it will mean a long night for Steve this evening. He will get his recompense. And I want you to remember one other thing. I want Laura left intact. You and Steve can screw Nancy and her servants until their ears bleed but leave the girl alone. That’s right, as far as St. Margaret’s goes, screw the mothers but leave the daughters alone. Finally, tomorrow night is the first meeting for Wilson’s Disciplinary Circle. In fact it will be the first meeting for any of the Disciplinary Circles. So I want Nancy unmarked. In fact, I also want the servants unmarked. Have Mrs Wilson call me when ever you are done with her. Thanks, you will give her the code words ‘Dream of Malta’.”
It was almost 10 PM before Agnes’ phone went off with Nancy Wilson’s call. Once Agnes said ‘Dream of Malta’ the chattering on the other end ceased. Agnes had a particular and virulent dislike for Mrs Wilson. She considered the lady to be the most obnoxious mommy in the entire school and she had two years to become quite well acquainted with the tantrums of her daughter Laura who would be entering the third form this year. In fact, Nancy and Laura where part of the motivation for this entire project. Mrs Wilson was actually the second Mrs. Wilson. The first Mrs Wilson, who had stewarded her dim but rapacious husband to a comfortable fortune, had been disposed of in a nasty and vicious divorce that left the faithful woman nearly destitute. The second Mrs Wilson, a twenty-years-younger trophy wife was a statuesque raven haired beauty with alabaster skin. Nancy was obsessed with her body and would not have her hands ruined with housework, necessitating both a cook and a maid. She obtained these from her native Malta at shockingly low salaries. Nancy would not dare darken her skin with the sun, so a conservatory was built for an indoor pool. Another of the second Mrs Wilson obsessions were her large breasts and narrow waist which were prominently highlighted by the tailored dresses and suits she wore. Whenever she appeared at a school function you could be sure that every male eye was immediately drawn to her. There were rumors about her insatiable desires. After her husband Andy died of a heart attack two and a half years ago, Agnes heard a tidbit from the coroner that he had the highest blood Viagra level that the lab had ever seen.
Now Agnes was going to have fun with the raven-tressed Maltese beauty. She told Nancy what needed to be yet further done so that Friday night to be memorable. Nancy needed to pick up from school the gifts that Agnes would be distributing. The apparel for the four mothers and their daughters needed to be finished. Laura needed to spend the night over at a friend’s. What to say and what not to say. All those little details. The little details that were so important.