Claire and Emma had carefully put together their uniforms over the week and included navy blue knickers, white knee socks and flat black shoes they also included a navy school pullover on top of the white blouse and tie. They had name tags, Julia and Natalie, the St Trinian's remark had hit home so they were very sparing with make up, each had longish hair and put it up in twin mini ponytails, they were nervous but excited. For both the world had changed beyond recognition, neither had really realised that they were submissive but once the realisation hit they felt comfortable with it.
The headmistress swept along the corridor, Julie and Natalie bobbed a curtsey 'good morning Miss Erin' they chimed in unison 'good morning girls' replied Erin and breezed into the office closing the door behind her. She sat at the desk and drank the coffee that Charlotte had already delivered and fingered the cane lying on the desk top. Erin had avoided talking about the schoolgirls during the week since the last encounter, she knew that Emma wanted to talk about it but it was something that Erin wanted to keep separate from daily life. Emma had spent a lot of time hovering around the subject but was unwilling to directly raise the subject and risk a rebuke. Erin knew that by not talking about it that Emma would feel frustration. Erin had spent the week gently probing the possibilities of her new found power and was surprised how compliant Emma was. For all her life Erin had seen her Mother as organised and in control but Charlotte was right, it was all a front. Charlotte had said Erin was more like her Father, without Charlotte's insight she would have never made a connection. She loved her Dad and could see now that everything was done the way he had wanted it. Erin had always thought she followed her Mother but perhaps not. After talking at more length with Charlotte she now realised that one does not need to be submissive to enjoy a touch of CP on the receiving end.
Buzzz 'enter', the girls entered the office and curtseyed, Erin looked the girls up and down with a critical eye, they were serious about this. 'You girls are here because you are naughty incorrigible young ladies, I believe in discipline', this had been said a week ago but Erin wanted to reinforce the message. 'by the time this course is complete you will be obedient girls ready for polite society, is that clear', they answered as one 'yes Miss'. Erin looked up 'you curtsey when you answer', they curtseyed 'sorry Miss'. The essays from last week were pushed across the desk 'pick them up' the girls did, Natalie's was marked 'D' and Julia's 'D-', eyes bulged and cheeks reddened. 'These are hardly worth the name of essay, they are shorter than 500 words, they are shoddy and ill considered, these essays are simply going through the motions and alarmingly similar. You, Julia, get a 'D-' as yours is shorter with even less effort'.
Miss Erin stood and picked up the cane 'do you have nail varnish on Natalie?', Natalie flushed not expecting it to be noticed 'it is clear Miss' she said hopefully. 'I did not ask for a description, I asked a question and I am not in the habit of asking twice'. Natalie was instantly transported back to 15 having been caught with nail varnish, the difference was she got detention then, this time it would be the cane 'yes Miss it is nail varnish'. 'Julia you first, bend over' the skirt was flipped over her back 'if you are going to wear embossed pattern socks then the pattern should be straight, two stokes for inattention to detail' the cane was swished 'three for your inadequate essay, one stroke for your spelling mistakes', the first stroke was expertly placed, between practicing with Charlotte and a cushion over the sofa arm Erin had become very proficient. She placed each stroke with a half inch of the previous'. On completion Julia was sent to stand in the corner to watch from there while Natalie was dealt with. Bent over and holding her ankles Natalie felt very exposed and so turned on 'what do you have to tell me Natalie?', Natalie had no idea what Miss Erin was talking about and could think of nothing, 'perhaps this will jog your memory and a hard stroke landed, Natalie was certain that it was harder than last time and steeled herself for more 'perhaps a clue, Charlotte' and the cane landed again. Natalie hastily admitted to offering to cane Charlotte 'did you ask permission to offer that?' the cane bit again 'no Miss sorry Miss'. Along with those three there was another three for the essay, one for spelling mistakes and one final stroke for being evasive about the nail varnish.
The girls stood with inflamed butts, 'you will write these essays again but this time 700 words. You would have got more strokes of the cane but I have made allowances for your correct uniform decisions. They were learning very quickly that Erin meant everything she said. You have one hour to complete your essays in the dining room, you are dismissed'.
In the dining room they fell into kisses with hands everywhere, they were both unbelievably turned on but realised they must get on with the essays.
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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.
