Many adult males had found their way to her door. To them, she was The Headmistress. The lady who understood their naughtiness, their laziness, their need to atone. To each one, she dealt out her severe, measured discipline; her canes cracking against their bare behinds while her words of wisdom washed over them. This morning, it was Simon, back again. Back to learn that last time, his first time, had been a mere introduction to female-led discipline. This morning, Simon’s lesson would be harder, longer, and ruthlessly applied. He would cling to position across the Headmistress’ desk and pr... Show more