Adventures at the LiLy Academy

The dean's office – taking in the new girls

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  • #28827
     Shasta Minx 
    Participant

    I report to the Dean’s office as ordered. I  feel so very silly, simply hate wearing makeup and this  school girl uniform. I did y t fight but all  I got for my effort was a very  good spanking- ,my buns are still so very warm.  The girls had so much fun dolling me up, they told me that  this makeup is permanent and that my boobs are for real. I sniffle and put as I enter the Dean’s reception room and sit down

     

     

     

     

    #28840
     Anne Starr 
    Participant

    My lips begin to quiver as Miss Dawson summons me over her knee to be spanked,I thought i might not be punishedl  I curtsy and thank her while laying on her lap. She flips my skirt up and begins spanking my bottom thru the hip hugging nylon panties I’m wearing. I weep softly and after only a few panty warmers she is done! I feel so lucky, she could have paddled me until I was screaming! I get up curtsey, and thank her for spanking me. I keep my head down waiting to be dismissed.

    Anne is:

    ⊂Collared⊃ By Miss Andromeda Starr

    #28850
     Shasta Minx 
    Participant

    My heart beats so very fast as I wait to meet the Dean. My life has changed so much in such a very short time.  I was was a jet-setting playboy until my secretary accused me of trying to rape her.  Now I’m stuck looking like sweet ingenue girl, the type that men love to fuck. I look down at my chest, twin peaks jut out,  these things are so huge.

    I check out the Dean’s secretary,  she is such hot looking babe. She gives a sad little smile.

     

    #28937
     Alina 
    Participant

    Anne takes my orders like a champion although her lip quivers as she comes to lay herself over my lap. I leave her panties on for once, knowing that she has received quite a punishment already from Miss van Cleef. My left hand is resting loosely on her neck to keep her calm and quiet, my right comes down 5 times in rapid succession on each buttock, just enough to warm her up again and make her feel the pain from the previous punishment. She sobs quietly, but that is fine by me.

    “There, there, little Anne, already done. See, that wasn’t so bad now, was it? Now get back up and thank me properly.”

    She gets back up and curtseys and thanks me as she should for the spanking.

    “Good girl, I think we can make a proper Lily Girl out of you after all!”

    I send her a pleasure impulse through the SissyLink, making her gasp, before telling her:

    “Okay, Anne, we are done here, now go outside, get your schedule and a map for the class rooms from Miss Stevenson, my secretary. Keep this attitude up and you won’t need to come back here for future disciplinary actions. Now off with you, child.”

     

    #28943
     Alina 
    Participant

    Sitting at my table waiting for Anne to come out again I look up when I hear the door open and a cute blonde walks in, Despite the permanent make up I can see that her eyes are red and she sits down very gingerly, telling me she has just recently been spanked. I give her a little smile, she is most likely very new and confused as most new girls are, but that won’t save her if she behaves like this when entering “the lion’s den”.

    “Hello girl, my name is Miss Stevenson, I am the dean’s secretary. Why don’t you come over here, and tell me your name? You are quite a beauty, don’t be afraid.”

     

    #28955
     Anne Starr 
    Participant

    After being spanked on sore bottom thru my panties  (which offer little protection). I leave the Dean’s office report to her secretary Miss Stevenson. I Curtsey and she has me sit while I am given my class schedule. She is soo nice! I just wonder whaty schedule will be. “Miss Stevenson, I heard that Miss Conner has a class that might be good for me take. ” I sit as she reviews my file on her computer. My bottom really is warm now!

    Anne is:

    ⊂Collared⊃ By Miss Andromeda Starr

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    #29050
     Alina 
    Participant

    Anne comes out again and doesn’t look too disheveled, I figure that Miss Dawson was gentler than normal, probably because of the punishment she already got by Miss van Cleef. She curtseys to me and I smile at her, she is getting the drill.

    I hand her the schedule while she talks about a course at Miss Connor which was suggested to her. I wonder briefly where this might come from, but it’s not the point, the schedule is already made and as I cross-check on my PC fast:

    “Ah, yes, Miss Connor is giving “Sissy Composition” and it’s indeed on your schedule, see right there. As you have already been to presentation I think this might even be your next course.”

    I pat her lightly on her bottom, knowing it will still be sore and then send her off.

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    #29268
     Shasta Minx 
    Participant

    Hello girl, my name is Miss Stevenson, I am the dean’s secretary. Why don’t you come over here, and tell me your name? You are quite a beauty, don’t be afraid.”

    I curtsey

    Hello, Miss Stevenson, I’m Jynx Minx. It’s so very nice to meet you. 

    I sniffle, My ass feels like it’s on fire, haven’t been spanked since I was a little boy.

    I move over by Miss Stevenson. feel so weak and helpless.

    I must look a mess, is there anyplace I can freshen up before meeting the Dean

    #29277
     Alina 
    Participant

    The poor girl comes over and announces herself as Jynx Minx. I smile encouragingly at her and say:

    “Such a cute name, so fitting for a sweetie like you.”

    She sniffles and asks me if there is any place where she might check her looks and rearrange – it’s so rare on a new girl to be worried about her looks that I just have to help her a bit. I get up from my desk and take a tissue, dabbing her eyes a little, then pass her my little handheld mirror, saying:

    “Look in it, Sweetie, you just look gorgeous. Let me guess: permanent make-up? It stays so much better after crying, you won’t have to worry too much, isn’t that great? Just a little bit of new lip gloss, I always have a fresh one with me, we get this fixed in a heart beat, Jynx.”

    I know that later on in their school career their gloss will come from their own arousal sipping out of the Chastity Belt, but for now I rummage in my huge hand bag and produce what I am looking for.

    “Here, let me help you”:

    “There you go, little Jynx, you are just fine, cute to the bone! Now when I send you in, remember to do a proper curtsey, introduce yourself and address her as Miss Dawson or Madam. Stay respectful and obedient and you don’t have to fear anything.”

    I go to the speaker system and press the button:

    “Miss Dawson, another student has come for her first day.”

    “Send her in!”

    “Yes, Madam, right away.”

    I turn to Jynx once more, smile at her and point to the door to the dean’s office:

    “Just go right through, she is expecting you. Just behave as I told you and you will be fine.”

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    #29280
     Shasta Minx 
    Participant

    I have been acting like such a wimpy little girl, what’s wrong with me? I might look and sound like a teenage girl but I am a man after all.  Miss Stevenson comes over and dries my eyes.  She is so reassuring and sweet to me.

    I start to calm down as she applies lips gloss to my full pouty.

    Oh thank you so much, I am having such a hard time controlling my emotion.

     

    It’s time for me to meet the Dean. I take a deep breathe and enter her office

    #29296
     Alina 
    Participant

    Having just finished with Anne I turn back to my normal administrative work as I hear the com again – Miss Stevenson with yet another one:

    “Miss Dawson, another student has come for her first day.”

    So much for that. The work of the dean sometimes feels like being Sisyphos rolling up that damned stone, only to see it roll back down just when it’s at the peak. How I envy the easier days when I was just the teacher for “Advanced Discipline”, but with the rearrangement of the Academy I simply had to step up. Well, no use whining over past days, what’s done is done and I have a duty, so I reply:

    “Send her in!”

    I don’t even listen to her reply, she is a treasure and the Academy wouldn’t work without her, but I have too much going on in my mind to spend it on idle chit-chat.

    The door opens and a girl steps in timidly, I am sort of in a hurry, so I tell her:

    “Come in, girl.”

    I just wonder if she will be have as she should and curtsey  and introduce properly or if I will have to discipline her. Both works for me…

     

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    #29355
     Shasta Minx 
    Participant

    I enter and  Curtsey

    Hello  Miss Dawson, I’m Jynx Maze, one of the new students.

    I am so nervous, hope I did that right. She is a very stunning lady.

    I do my bet to remain calm and carry on like a sweet innocent Schoool girl

    I feel like I’m back in High School and had to go before the  Principal.

     

     

    #29434
     Alina 
    Participant

    The girl comes closer so I can get a good look at her. Her eyes are a bit red, I guess she has cried not long ago, but her mouth shows a perfect pink lip color including gloss – I bet Miss Stevenson helped her out to be more presentable, she is such a caring person, almost too kind to work here. Well, everybody has their strengths and weaknesses, it is my job to see that they work well in their area of expertise.

    The girl has introduced herself in the meantime with the name “Jynx Maze”. Her curtsey was alright, although by no means perfect, but the name sounds wrong. I check our database fast: “Jynx Minx” is the name we have here, oh well, the little airhead got confused.

    Standing up from my seat I take my favorite crop into my right hand and stroll around my desk, staying ominously quiet while I look at her fidgeting under my stern gaze. I put the crop under her chin and raise it up until she has to look into my face. She averts her eyes immediately, avoiding my steely look. Finally I address her:

    “Jynx, Jynx, Jynx… what shall we do with you? Obviously you are not smart enough to remember your own surname. I know this big new Academy must be confusing like a maze for a little airhead like you, but that doesn’t mean you can take that as your surname, you little MINX!”

    I emphasize the last word to get it into her befuddled little brain that this is indeed the right surname and see by the look in her eyes that she has noticed what a mistake she has made – good.

    “My name is Miss Dawson and you have addressed me correctly. You can also use the term ‘Madam’, everything else will get you into trouble as I am the dean of the Lily Academy and I don’t tolerate insolent little girls. Now I do understand that you didn’t deliberately try to hide your true name, but that doesn’t mean it will be without consequences – ignorance or stupidity may be valid excuses at other places, but not at Lily Academy!”

    Finishing that sentence the crop comes down on the desk with a loud SMACK and she flinches, probably painting the picture in her mind what this will feel on her already sore behind. I let the threat hang in the air for a moment before I return to my seat and sit down again.

    “As this is your first day I am more lenient than I would normally be, so this punishment will only be with my bare hand, so come over here, little Jynx MINX, and lay over my lap. Hophop!”

    I pat my lap expectantly.

     

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    #30743
     A Blush 
    Participant

    “I love my wife. She loves me. I love my wife. She loves me. I love my wife. She loves me.”

    My mantra. My comfort. The only thing that had given me any comfort in this awful place. I realise now that I should have made a greater effort to have found another job when I was laid off. I realise now I shouldn’t have enrolled in a single online class and halfassed even that when Marissa and I had discussed my going back to school. I never thought she would do this to me though. I trusted her. Why is it that some messed up part of me still trusts her?

    Here I am in a schoolgirl uniform, knee socks, pleated tartan skirt, white blouse with tie, shiny black shoes and an academy blazer. Not to mention the damned regulation underwear.  Fresh from the trauma of processing,

    And yet…… I’m still hopeful, still able to believe that this is all a mistake, that if I last a week or two Marissa will come back to save me and take me home. All I have to do is survive for a little while.

    Taking a deep breath I step forwards away from the two guards that escorted me here and towards the secretary.

    “Um.. Um.. Hello. I’m Alan. I mean Allison Bloom. I was told I had to see the dean?”

     

     

    #30938
     Alina 
    Participant

    NPC Miss Stevenson:

    Ah, the new girl has arrived, she has already been processed, but she will of course still need to see our school nurse. For now though I greet her with a friendly smile and introduce myself:

    “Hello dear, my name is Miss Stevenson, I am the dean’s secretary. So you are little Allison? My you are a cutie! Have you already filled in your details at our Form of Registry ?”

    I let her enter the details and then inform the dean via Com that a new girl is here to be introduced:

    “Miss Dawson, little Allison Bloom is here to speak you.”

    “Send her in, Miss Stevenson.”

    I turn towards the schoolgirl and tell her in a hushed voice:

    “Now, my dear child, when you go in there you should act respectfully towards Miss Dawson, curtsey when you enter, introduce yourself properly by name. If you do this then you should be fine, she is hard, not cruel. Now go in, no need to knock, she knows you are coming.”

    /OOC: Please fill in your details including a picture at the registration (the link is there when you click on the underlined Form of Registry)

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    #30940
     Alina 
    Participant

    NPC Miss Dawson:

    I have finally been able to get some work done, it has been a bit of time since the last new girl has entered our Academy and our current schoolgirls behave well enough that I don’t have to call them to my office. Small wonder, my personnel has been selected from the best experts in Sissy training in the world, we have to uphold a standard after all.

    Now though Miss Stevenson has announced a new girl to come into my office by the name of Allison Bloom, so I put away my current work and sit erect in my chair behind my desk, waiting for her to enter.

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    #30942
     A Blush 
    Participant

    Form of Registery? More like Form of Hell! The questions were so intimate and detailed, many of which I didn’t even know the answer too. What made it worse is the secretary’s eyes on me, the amused smile she had. I just hope I won’t be judged on my handwriting as it was atrocious given the shaking in my hand.

    When finally completed I am ushered into the office of the dean with a lump in my throat and a heartbeat so fast it was worrying. Remembering what I had been told and taught I did my best to curtsy to her. With my eyes on the floor and a scarlet face I felt so ungainly, even though I knew to my own horror that I looked the part of a schoolgirl.

    “Hello Miss. My name is Al..Allison Bloom. I was told to report to you..”

    I wish I hadn’t of looked up at that moment. Why did she have to be so beautiful? Doing my best to maintain what little composure I had, I awaited her reply.

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    #30947
     Alina 
    Participant

    Ah, there is our newest schoolgirl, such a little doll. She tries a curtsey, lacking the form, but on her first day it’s the will that counts. Then she introduces herself by saying “Hello Miss. My name is Al..Allison Bloom. I was told to report to you..” and my face turns stony.

    Getting up from behind my desk I go towards her and grab her face chin with my right hand, moving her face from one side to the other while my eyes bore down on her:

    “So, you are Allison, hm? Well, my name is Miss Dawson, as my secretary has told you undoubtedly, and you will address me as such or as ‘Madam’, is that clear?”

    It’s a rhetorical question, she is smart enough not to reply while I continue:

    “I am the dean of the Lily Academy, the most prestigious Sissy Academy at least on this continent, if not worldwide. I am not just some ‘Miss’, I demand respect from everyone, but especially stupid little schoolgirls like you, Allison!”

    “Miss Stevenson tells every new girl how to address me before sending them in, so if they fail they are either stupid or insolent. Are you insolent, Allison?”

    I stare at her, daring her to answer “Yes”.

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    #30949
     A Blush 
    Participant

    With my face in her hands I have no choice but to look at her, to face the eyes that seem to be drilling into my soul. Clearly I have displeased her, given her tone and I rack my brains trying to figure out what I did wrong until she explains it to me. I should have known better, I should have done better and I’m cursing myself inside for getting off on the wrong foot with such a powerful woman.

    “I am the dean of the Lily Academy, the most prestigious Sissy Academy at least on this continent, if not worldwide. I am not just some ‘Miss’, I demand respect from everyone, but especially stupid little schoolgirls like you, Allison!”

    “Miss Stevenson tells every new girl how to address me before sending them in, so if they fail they are either stupid or insolent. Are you insolent, Allison?”

    To be called stupid and little wounds me deeper than I want to show, touching as it does on my insecurities. Heart fluttering I try to think out a reply, needing an answer.

    “No Madam… I mean I didn’t intend to be insolent Madam. I’m just so nervous and overwhelmed,” I squeaked. I literally squeaked as I finished speaking, my bum clenching as I looked at her.

    “I’m sorry Madam!”

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    #30952
     Alina 
    Participant

    Well, she is not insolent, her apology shows that, so my hard look softens a little.

    “Of course you are nervous and overwhelmed, Allison, a new school is a big step for a little girl like you. But that doesn’t mean I can let this slide, does it? Neither stupidity, nor nervousness can excuse bad behaviour towards superiors and at this faculty everybody is your superior except other schoolgirls. Of course as the dean it is my responsibility to set you on the correct track right away or your bad manners might stay and infest others in the end. We can’t have that now, can we?”

    Another rhetoric question while I return to my seat behind the desk.

    “So Allison, as you transgression was not from insolence I will only give you a mild correction, something personal to welcome you to our Lily Academy. Come over here and lay over my lap, it’s time for your first spanking at this school, my naughty girl.”

    Now I will see if she is truly behaving, if not I have other means to make her follow at my disposal, my hand is laying on the smartphone with the SissyLink app casually…

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    #30955
     A Blush 
    Participant

    Why is it that being called a little girl both horrifies me and sends a jolt of excitement down my spine? This place must be affecting me somehow. Sure, they told me about some of the effects of the belt and the chip in my neck but did they tell me all of them? Maybe that’s why I felt a flutter of something almost pleasant when she calls me her girl.

    To be spanked though? That was a horrifying thought. It would hurt. It would be embarrassing. I’m a grown man damnit. The urge to run away was palpable. Closing my eyes for the briefest of moments and taking a deep breath allowed me to find some calm. I can’t run. I’d never make it out of here and even if I did, my wife would never forgive me. And I certainly don’t want a zap. With a conflicted whimper I have no choice but to do as she says and get over her lap.

    It was so strange, bending down and draping myself there. I’m glad my face was towards the floor because I felt the watering of my eyes. Ordinarily being so close to a woman, in such an intimate position would give me an erection. Thanks to the damn belt though that simply wasn’t possible either. Trying to seem brave and accepting I turned my head back towards Miss Dawson.

    “I’m ready Madam.”

    #30963
     Alina 
    Participant

    Allison comes over with some reluctance and places herself over my lap, saying: “I’m ready Madam.”

    Instead of pain I send a pleasure impulse her way through the belt and tell her:

    “Good girl!”

    Then I place my left hand in her neck to keep her from struggling and flip her skirt up with my right. I caress her round little bottom through the panties, before I yank them down to her knees, effectively limiting her movement. I coo into her ear while my right hand massages her left buttock gently:

    “Now stay still and this will be over very soon, my sweet little Allison. This is your first day, so I don’t expect you to count ans thank me, you will learn how to do this in your classes. For now, just take the ride.”

    Without any further warning I move my hand up and then SMACK down hard on the just previously caressed cheek, leaving a red imprint of my hand. She can’t suppress a yelp and her head tries to jerk involuntarily, but my left hand keeps it firmly in place.

    SMACK – the next hit, this time on the other cheek and a similar print appears, then SMACK the left again, and SMACK the right until she has received five on every cheek, the bare minimum for punishment from me. Long years of practice have taught me how let my hand have to most effect and her bubbly bottom is glowing red after I am done. Is she sobbing?

    “Now, now, little Allison, that wasn’t so bad now, was it? Just imagine if I had used the paddle or the crop. The pain from my spanking will be gone soon and then you will be able to sit again without pain, but you will always remember how to address the dean, won’t you, hm?”

    “Now get up, child, pull up your panties, say your goodbye and get your schedule and a map for the courses from Miss Stevenson outside.”

    I wonder if she has understood that I expect her to curtsey and wish me a good bye, well if not, a disciplinary session at presentation could follow up…

    /OOC need to go now, will follow up tomorrow

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    #31209
     A Blush 
    Participant

    The flood of pleasure was a shock and all too brief. I’m still not used to the belt and had been so focused on avoiding the electric shocks I had almost forgotten its other function. Nice though it was I’d far rather have access to what was underneath. Having the tight white panties I was wearing pulled down sent a flush of blood to my face, my shame suffusing it. I wish I could still wear male clothes, I ought to be the one pulling down panties!

    What was next though was a nightmare. I’m sure the dean could have spanked harder had she chosen too. The surprise of the first blow was enough to elicit a girlish squeal though and the follow up blows stung enough to make me regret my mistake in addressing her. Was this what my time here was going to be like?

    If each individual blow wasn’t so bad, the cumulative effect of them was, causing a burn in my bottom unlike any previous experience. And then there were the emotions. I could and should have hated the dean for what she was doing to me.. but instead I blamed only myself for my pain and shame, knowing I wouldn’t be in this mess if I had been a better husband and a better man.

    By the time the spanking was over I was weeping softly. Getting up from her lap I wanted so badly to rub my sore butt. Instead I managed to curtsy with a sniffle.

    “Yes Madam. I’ll make sure to be more respectful in future Madam. Goodbye Madam.”

    With that, I fled to the outer office to collect my schedule and other documents.

    #31217
     Alina 
    Participant

    Allison behaves well, she sniffles a bit, but shows the proper respect by curtseying and promising to behave from now on, before she says her good bye.

    “Good bye, little Allison.”

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    #31219
     Alina 
    Participant

    NPC Miss Stevenson:

    When Allison comes back out of the office I can see right away that she has been crying, so I guess she didn’t follow my advice – stupid child. Still, she seems not in too bad condition, so I guess she managed to not behave completely idiotic. As she comes closer I smile at her encouragingly while I hand her the documents:

    “Here you go, sweetie, your schedule and a map to the rooms. Your first course is “Presentation“. You have enough time to make it there, so don’t be late, Miss van Cleef can be harsh. Now off with you, hop on.”

     

    #31221
     A Blush 
    Participant

    Do I curtsy to a mere secretary? The very thought is absurd, but then this whole place is. Erring on the side of caution I curtsy and thank her.

    “Yes Miss Stevenson, thank you Miss Stevenson.”

    The salt from the tears still water my eyes and my bottom is throbbing. The moment I am through the door to the hallway and out of site I stop and rub my ass under the skirt, groaning in frustration at my predicament. Only then do I take a look at the course list. ‘Sissy Composition’? ‘Presentation’? It seems I’m in for a long first day.

    #31292
     Bliss 
    Participant

    There’s a shuffling sound outside the door to the secretaries office. Moments later it slides open and I’m pushed through.

    “Ok, ok, I’m going! Please don’t do the belt shock thing again!” I cry as the door shuts behind me. Now where am I? It looks like a fancy office, but still somehow intimidating. Everything is still so surreal as I subconsciously tug down the little plaid skirt I’ve been dressed in. It barely covers anything, naturally, but I’m guessing that’s the whole point. It’s already got a small tear at the bottom… Can’t say I didn’t struggle as I was lead to this new place. At least until the electricity started flowing…

    Taking in my new surroundings I didn’t even notice the woman sitting behind the desk in front of me. She looks beautiful! But of course so did the first girl, the one that started this whole mess. I cautiously approach her.

    “Hey there… I’m uh… Here,” I say lamely and lower my eyes, not really sure what to say in this situation. Manners were never my strong suite.

    #31338
     Alina 
    Participant

    NPC Miss Stevenson:

    I hear some noise from outside the office then a girl gets pushed inside, looking slightly disheveled. She looks around, then notices me and comes closer, saying: “Hey there… I’m uh… Here,”.

    This won’t do, I am a lenient person and I understand it’s difficult for them and I don’t require perfect curtseys, but at least a name should be possible. What do they teach young people these days?

    “Hello to you, young lady! My name is Miss Stevenson, I am the dean’s secretary. And who might you be?”

    My gaze is sincere, I have to get her to understand that with an entrance like that she will be over the dean’s desk in a heartbeat.

     

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    #31631
     Bliss 
    Participant

    I cringe when she calls me ‘young lady’, and can feel my body tense, my face blushing and feeling hot. I open my mouth ready to start protesting, angry and humiliated and ready to argue… but stop when I see the way she is looking at me. Ever since I entered this place there’s been a malicious coldness in the eyes of everyone that’s controlled and changed me. But she looks sincere, concerned even! The smallest amount of compassion, and I can feel the urge to fight melting away. I sigh and repeat what I had been told over and over on the way to the Academy.

    “My name is Bliss. I’ve been assigned to the Lily Academy to learn how to be a better sissy girl…” I mumble, looking down at my mostly shiny black Mary Jane shoes. It sounds horrible when I say it out loud, especially hearing it with my new higher pitched voice, and knowing those words were mine!

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    #31778
     Alina 
    Participant

    “There we go, child, such a beautiful name: Bliss! I will announce you to Miss Dawson, our dean, in a heartbeat, but let me give you some advice first: when you enter her office you should show her the proper respect by curtseying and introducing yourself by name. And greet her with her name or ‘Madam’, everything else might earn you a spanking or worse.”

    I really hope the girl understands her situation, Miss Dawson is hard, but not unreasonable, if Bliss behaves, then she can make it out of “the lion’s den” unharmed. And if not… well, I have given my best, so I press the com buzzer and speak:

    “Miss Dawson? Bliss is here for her interview with you.”

    “Send her in right away, Miss Stevenson!”

    “Yes, Madam, at once.”

    I turn back to Bliss and smile at her encouragingly:

    “Now go through the door, no need to knock as you are expected. Just remember what I told you and you will do just fine, Bliss.”

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