APPEASE Barbara Torch, using Golondrina's FAVOR.

When you APPEASE Barbara Torch, roll +CUNNING(+3) (+2 CUNNING, +2 FAVOR, -1 HANGER-ON).

⚃⚂ + 3 = 10

Choose: Expend a FAVOR from them. They become less clingy and annoying. Remove them as a HANGER-ON. They're now a FRIEND.

You and Golondrina kneel on the floor in Barbara Torch's office, your foreheads touching the floor in supplication.

"Girls, girls," the Warden says. "Thank you for indulging me. I was afraid that when Golondrina went to House Minerval, I would be losing her for good."

You swallow and screw up your bravery. "Warden," you say. "I came because you asked. But I had a question for you too. May I speak freely?"

The Warden tilts her head. "Yes. What is it, Morgan?" She regards you with an expression of genuine curiosity on her round, brown face.

"What makes a truly worthy superior?" you ask. "Master, or mistress?"

The Warden's expression goes distant. She clears her throat and speaks. "A truly worthy superior cares for the nature of the Art, and relishes the test of a true challenge. A truly worthy superior is never cruel for the sake of self-indulgence. A truly worthy superior realizes that the position is one of great responsibility, and when she cannot meet that responsibility, she must decline the role."

You rise to your feet. "Warden, may I essay to master you, just for tonight?" you ask.

"What, would you try me?" she asks. "Take up your wand, then, Woodbine. It shall be a duel." The Warden's face is a stormcloud. She turns to Golondrina. "Redmoor," she snaps. "Count us down from three."

Golondrina rises to her feet. She looks from you to the Warden with alarm in her face.

"Count," the Warden repeats. "From three."

Golondrina takes a breath and counts down. "Three... two... one... go!"

The word leaps from your lips, and you STUN the Warden before she can land her spell. Later you wonder if Golondrina was standing too close, and that little hesitation was all.

"Miss Woodbine," the Warden says. "You have defeated me, and won the stakes. What would you have of me tonight?"

"I want you to feel pleasure, pain, and shame at my hands," you say, remembering the revelation from Barbara Torch's past about how she came to leave the Outside Warders. I want Golondrina to witness. And I shall only ask an hour."

"I submit, Miss Woodbine," the Warden says. There are tears in her eyes. "I submit."

"I would begin with the spell you used upon me and Fay," you say. "Do you judge it fitting?"

Barbara Torch bows her head. "It is fitting," she says. "Miss Woodbine, please proceed."

You take a deep breath and screw up your courage again. "Remove your clothes, then bend over the punishment horse, Miss Torch," you say.

The Warden removes her usual attire, a red and gold exercise suit, tailored closely for quick movement. She bends forward over the piece of penitential furniture and grasps the handles on the far side.

Golondrina stands to the side and raises her eyebrows.

"Call for your punishment," you say.

"Shame me, Miss Woodbine," Barbara Torch says, "As I shamed you and Miss Applebum."

You cast the Forbidden Spell you learned from the Warden. Just as with yourself and Fay, and as with Fiammetta Hawk, Tutor of House Minerval, SHAMEGASM seizes Barbara Torch with its wracking effects. Her limbs tighten in fierce, cramping knots. The punishment horse squeaks against the floor as her weight shifts. Her torso ripples. There's a gurgle, then a loud expulsion of wind from her arse. A golden stream arcs from the folds of her sex and tinkles into a fast-spreading puddle on the floor. And finally her hips tilt, rocking up and down as her voice is heard in quick, rising grunts leading up to a long, loud groan. She struggles to stay upright through her climax and ultimately succeeds, holding on tight as the spell squeezes pleasure into her after squeezing out pain and shame.

You walk up beside the Warden and put a hand on her back. It's tense, hot, and moist with perspiration. Her ribs expand and contract with her fast, sobbing breaths. "What would a truly worthy superior do for you, Miss Torch?"

You do the next thing she requests, applying a birch rod to her buttocks. Alternating pain, pleasure, and commands for her to move, to present herself, or to request the next act to be performed upon her. But you tire of inflicting pain and giving commands, so you conclude your temporary mastery of the Warden by telling her to kneel and bend forward, presenting her buttocks.

"Spread them for me, Miss Torch," you command. "You shall feel what you have witnessed, and submit to pleasure like a dirty Minerval."

Barbara Torch whimpers. She reaches back and puts a hand on each buttock to spread them for you.

You lean forward, steadying yourself with a hand over each of the Warden's hands, and start licking. Miss Wormwood, whom you learned it from. Fay, whom you taught it to. Golondrina, who you shared with Fay for her first time. Fiammetta Hawk, who demanded it of you. And now the Warden. The taste of her arse is salty and bitter, a little rank, but not strong. And her knot pulses under your tongue, her voice sighs in the rhythm of your licks. You purse your lips and kiss her ring, then withdraw for a moment to say, "Submit to pleasure, Miss Torch." You extend your tongue to her ring, licking, then move one hand down to open her lips, moist and slippery, and find her pearl. Swollen, stiff, and prominent.

Between your tongue, lips, and fingertips, you extract a final penance from the Warden, a loud, hip-shaking climax with her anus quivering at the tip of your tongue.

"I abjure my superiority," you whisper. "Be the proud Warden of Leontes, Barbara Torch."

Barbara Torch turns and embraces you, holding you close as the aftershocks of her climax subside.

"I..." the Warden begins. She sighs. "Again. Sometime." She shakes her head. "Morgan, I never thought you would be so bold."

You look at Golondrina, then back to the Warden.

"Again, sometime," you say. "And help us if you can, with Golondrina. In case there's anything you can help with, with her new House."

The Warden stiffens momentarily, then relaxes. "Yes," she says.

A look passes between you. You're not sure what it means.

"May we go?" you ask.

"Yes," she says. "Run straight back to House Minerval, then right to the baths, Woodbine."

The Warden laughs, and you and Golondrina join in.

"Go," the Warden repeats. "Later."

"Later," you say, her taste still on your lips.

You have a FAVOR from Pipistrelle Clawson, Minerval Prefect.
Your FRIENDS are your roommate Fay in House Minerval, Golondrina Redmoor, newly of House Minerval, and Barbara Torch, the voyeuristic, exhibitionistic, dominant, submissive, sadistic and masochistic Warden of Leontes.

You have 3 XP, Ambition +2, Bravery -1, Cunning +2, Diligence +0.
You know the spells TRANSFORM and DRAGON COUGH and the Forbidden Spell SHAMEGASM.