The Headmistress was in the lounge making them wait, she was in a pinstripe business suit with a straight on the knee skirt, white blouse, black stockings and black stilettos, hair drawn back, she also had on an academic gown and mortar board. 'How do I look Charlotte', Charlotte said nothing, just dropped to her knees, crouched and kissed each shoe with deference. Her heart thumped Mistress looked sensational and very much a figure of authority. Over the last five days Charlotte had taken 36 strokes of the cane and was sure that the schoolgirls may well regret suggesting this. 'Take a look Charlotte, are they nervous?' Charlotte took a sneak peek, wow they looked sexy, short skirts, hint of stocking top, 'they look apprehensive Mistress' and indeed they were but also turned on.
The Headmistress swept down the hallway and past the girls without any recognition and into the office and closed the door behind her, they could wait a little longer. The girls had taken in the vision, they had not expected her to dress the part but she looked magnificent and every inch a head. The girls jumped as a buzzer sounded followed by a single command 'enter', Emma was unaware that the speaker had been fitted, Charlotte was good with such things and had done it the previous day when the girls were out.
They entered and stood uncertainly, Erin was sifting through some itinerant paperwork before looking them up and down 'is this a St Trinian's reunion?' Erin asked and carried on before they could speak 'your stocking tops are showing which means your skirts are too short'. Emma completely taken off guard said 'sorry Erin'. Erin stood up and glared down at them 'it is Miss Erin to you girl, this is a private school, not public sector and when you enter the Head's office you curtsey', she sliced them up with her eyes now go outside and wait for the buzzer and re-enter correctly'. The two girls could not get out quick enough and waited outside 'wow' said Emma 'I never knew she had that side' she looked at Claire 'do you still want to do this?' Claire nodded 'oh yes'.
The buzzer sounded, they entered and curtseyed and chimed in unison 'good morning Miss Erin', Erin noted that they were clearly nervous. 'you have been sent here by request, we deal with recalcitrant girls to teach them how to be valuable members of society, ours is a school that believes in discipline', Erin paused for effect 'you will each receive a stroke of the cane for failing to curtsey as I passed you in the corridor, one for failing to curtsey on entry and one for showing stocking tops'. She went to what Emma recognised as the umbrella stand from the hall that had a small array of canes where Erin theatrically selected each one and swished it as if deciding which to use. Emma knew this technique it was psychological build up since she had done that herself with David, even knowing that she grew apprehensive. Erin seemed to settle on one and flexed it in her hands before deciding on another. Erin was slightly taller than Emma and Claire anyway but in stilettos towered over them. 'bring that bench over' pointing at the item. The girls had not noticed it was there, Emma had concentrated on other differences to the study such as the desk and high backed leather chair being on blocks, only two inches but it made her feel smaller. The bench was the caning bench she had used when David was alive, the irony did not go past her. Basically it was a modified vaulting horse that had been in one of the outhouses since he died. Erin felt a familiar fluttering in her stomach, Claire felt it too but it was not so familiar with her but delicious never the less, it was placed as directed. The legs had already been adjusted to their height, they were within an inch of each other, this was it, thought Emma, go through with it or back out.
'You first girl' pointing at Emma who got over the bench. It was already too late to back out as Erin swept up the school skirt 'what is this?' she demanded, neither girl had a clue 'it is mandatory to have regulation school knickers, do you think this is a fashion show? Erin indulged in a heavy theatrical sigh 'I can see we have a lot of work to do, you will receive a further three strokes of the cane for incorrect underwear'. Emma gasped as the first stroke came down far harder than she had bargained for, she shot bolt upright 'that will be an extra for doing that', Emma quickly got down and gritted her teeth for the remainder, the gritting lasted until stroke four when Erin detected a small sob. She momentarily thought about stopping then discarded the idea, this is what Emma asked for. Claire watched with a mixture of fascination fear and desire for her Emma. After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity Emma was allowed to rise with a flushed face and tears on the edge, Claire wanted to cuddle Emma but did not want any extras that might come from the act of compassion.
'You girl' Erin barked and Claire got over the bench at record speed. 'So no regulation knickers either', it was not a question. Claire gripped the legs of the bench to prevent a reflex stand up. Emma watched Claire getting caned and got wet. For Claire this was new ground and Erin recognised that so Claire got a lighter caning but even so it hurt but Claire was surprised that it was also a turn on.
The girls stood very chastened wanting so much to rub sore bums but not willing to provoke any more wrath. 'You will retire to the dining room and write a 500 word essay on your experiences today and hopes for the future, you will have an hour after which you will hand your essays to my maid', she paused 'my maid will address you as Miss but will not be at your beck and call and will not curtsey' Erin was in full flow and enjoying the power 'if you choose to stay here you will present yourself at the office door next Monday at the same time. If you are wearing skirts that short it will be with knee socks, I am not having my maid titillated, you will also wear name tags either your own or pseudonyms', she paused 'am I clear', there was a unison 'yes Miss'. Erin added 'finally if you abscond and not appear on Monday this school will wash it's hands of you', she let that sink in, the ball now being in their court. 'My maid will collect your essays in one hour, you are dismissed' the schoolgirls curtseyed and left.
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Manipulation
FantasyCharles was an average man with one weakness, he could not refuse his wife Erin anything. She would lead him down a path that he could not escape.
