(Continued from Nurse Kimani)
They wandered down the hall and had almost passed the small empty-looking sitting room when Chelsea pulled up. “Hello…” she said almost to herself. She peeked in and saw a girl sitting alone at a side table. “On your own tonight?”
“Didn’t start that way. My…friends took off when the cops showed up.”
“They weren’t cops” Chelsea said.
How’s she know this shit? Gennie wondered.
“Whatever”, the girl said eyes down thinking that she should have left with Sheryll and Emily.
“But you wanted to stay?”
“We had just got here! They didn’t even have a chance to introduce me around. I figured what the hell-I’ll see where it goes. I put over two hundred into the costume. Wanted to at least get some use out of it.”
There were two ways to go with school girl outfits: the costume kind cheaply put together with snaps and Velcro meant to be torn off by a stiff breeze. The other way was to shop for a legit school uniform as this girl obviously had.
She wasn’t a big girl but well put together and cute with gray eyes, round cheeks and tiny ski-jump nose. Her thick dark cut short and parted boyishly made her look smaller yet. Her wool tartan skirt broke just above her knees allowing small glimpses of gold toned skin to peek above the argyle knee socks that sheathed what looked to be athletically thick calves. Of course, she wore perfectly polished saddle shoes. Topped off by a white shirt and red blazer she had the complete look of an upper classman in some tony private academy. The vintage Jansport book bag at her feet put the whole presentation over the top.
Sally Harris, whose real name was Maddie Marx, a financial planner with Dewey-Cheetum (but who gave a shit about that here) had been about ready to invest in an Uber to get back to town when these two scruffy beasties walked into the room. Being no fan of The Walking Dead, she was about to ask them about their costumes when the taller girl who did all the talking moved toward her and leaned backward against the desk bracing herself with her arms.
Chelsea regarded the girl coolly weighing not so much her next move, as her next word. Maddie kept her eyes downcast listening for a hint of the direction they might be taking.
“And you are…?” Chelsea asked with a tone of cold authority. There it was, thought Maddie, a tingle touching her deep inside her perfectly chosen white cotton panties.
“Sally Ma’am. Sally Harris.”
“So Ms. Harris, what brings you to my office today?” Maddie looked up and caught the steely gaze of one who was used to getting answers. She noticed Chelsea’s popping triceps on her sleeveless arms.
“Mr. Roberts Ma’am. He sent me here for detention Ma’am.”
“Mr. Roberts, hmm?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“This isn’t your first detention this month, is it? Or even your second?”
Maddie looked down and shook her head softly, bangs brushing her forehead. “This is my third Ma’am.”
“That’s what I thought. Your third.” Chelsea pushed away from the desk and approached the girl.
“You realize that three detentions in one month calls for corporal punishment, don’t you?”
“Oh, no ma’am. I mean, yes, I know that, Ma’am…but please…I’ve never been…punished like that before.”
“Never?”
Maddie looked up, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed shaking her head quickly. She could well have been colored with fear and trepidation but Gennie, watching from the door frame, knew it was something else. She was feeling something as well, watching the drama play out. For her part, Chelsea grew into the role delighted to have a player who sold herself so entirely into the game. It had been awhile.
“You should have thought of that then.”
“Pleeese Ma’am”, there was a little desperation in her voice now. “I really, really…really don’t want to get paddled.”
Ah, paddling, thought Chelsea. She was obviously familiar with that. She might have chosen the cane given the schoolgirl motif, but it wasn’t her scene. There had to be a paddle handy.
“I don’t blame you. Paddlings hurt. Especially ones that you deserve.”
“But…”
“Ones that you brought on yourself.”
Gennie was trying to follow the dynamics but was too much of a literalist to be buying completely into it. She took every one of the girl’s protestations at face value, not able to easily slide under the surface of the outward reality. Maddie leaned forward in her chair, a perfect picture of pleading desperation.
“Please Ma’am. If you would call my mother I’m sure….”
“Your mother has already given permission to punish you firmly should the need arise.”
“But there were circumstances here-in this case that…”
Gennie didn’t exactly know why she couldn’t stay silent any longer. Did Sally need her to say something? Was she feeling left out again as she had been all evening between Chelsea and him? She was here, dammit!
“Chel”, she said her voice cracking. She cleared her throat and began again. “Maybe you should listen to what…”
Chelsea whipped her head around and glared daggers at Gennie. “You, missy are on thin ice with me right now.” She pointed a weapon-grade index finger and sighted down it. “Do you want to push it? I can paddle two as easily as one.” Gennie glanced back at the girl who had dropped her eyes again then back at Chelsea. She pantomimed a key locking her mouth closed and stepped closer to the wall. “Very well”, said Chelsea. “I’ll deal with you later.”
Oh, great, thought Gennie.
Chelsea stepped closer to her charge who was apparently deeply engrossed in her own shoes. “Stand up, Miss Harris”, she said firmly. Maddie stood and for the first time lifted her own true eyes where Chelsea recognized the burning look of pure breathless desire.
Chelsea leaned in to whisper. “You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. I’m going to play this straight but if you need me to stop or back off, say ‘yuck’ and I’ll ease up. Whatever you want. Anything other than ‘yuck’, we keep playing. And I play hard.”
Maddie lifted her head and Chelsea lowered hers, expecting a whispered response. What she got instead was a warm chill as Maddie nibbled her earlobe then gently licked, then kissed, the warm salty spot just behind her ear. Any glistening saliva that Maddie left there was more than met by the slickery wetness that leaked just then between Chelsea’s legs.
“Shall I bend over the desk, Ma’am?” Maddie asked mischievously.
Just before saying “Yes”, Chelsea reached out and took Maddie by the ear. “You come with me young miss. I have something special in mind for you.”
“Owww! Owww…Yes, Ma’am!” she said hopping to catch up as she was pulled out of the room.
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