Day Two

At the end of the day, Sarah comes to see me. Out in the front office, I see Sherry getting dressed. She's getting ready to go home to her husband.

Sarah says, "I thought I'd say good-night. I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Good night," I say. I'm sad to see her go. I was hoping maybe someone on staff would want to get dinner with me, and Sarah seemed like the most likely person. I'm new to the school, but also new to the town -- I'm an itinerant school-fixer, after all -- and I don't have friends or even know much about where to go.

Feeling lame, I go to a pub down the street. It's the usual sort of place, beer and decent food. Cute waitresses getting plugged by drunken guys -- that isn't my thing at all. Off work I am... well, not sexless, but I reserve it. In a strange way that's a perk of the job.

The next morning, I arrive at 7am, once again. I'm not the kind of boss to arrive early and try to force the other employees to as well. We all have lives and deserve to have our own time, the job isn't everything.

I walk in the front door and remember -- I have to get a key.

Sherry is already there, sitting at her desk. I can only see her from the waist up, but she appears to be completely nude. She's barely even wearing jewelry -- just a pair of simple pearl earrings, and her wedding ring.

"Good morning," I say, and I head to my office. I sit down to look at my schedule. After a minute, I hear a knock. Sherry is standing in the doorway, holding a cup of coffee.

I take a moment to appreciate her body. She's in her 40s, but she's thin and looks like she may be a distance runner. Her breasts are on the small side, but still a perfect handful. Her pussy, I notice, is trimmed into a landing strip -- I had thought she didn't shave, but I see that she actually charts the middle course.

Many men obsess about finding the perfect hottie. There are a lot of guys who try to hang around institutions like this one, looking to score a fresh 25 year old. Me? I think most women have something attractive about them. Sherry is beautiful.

Sherry is holding a cup of coffee, which is somehow even better than being nude. "Do you like cream or sugar?" she asks.

"Black," I respond without thinking. Then, thinking. "Sherry -- is this something you did for Edwards?"

"Oh yes, sir, he liked his coffee first thing."

"I see. Don't bring me coffee any more. You are here to work for the school, not for me. If you are getting yourself a cup, you're welcome to ask me or Sarah as well -- but we'll do the same for you."

She looks scared, like she's about to cry. What the...?

I get up, and she backs away slightly. "What's wrong, Sherry?"

She takes a breath. "I'm sorry sir. It's just... I'm ready for my slap."

"What?" I am truly confused.

"Mr. Edwards would slap me if I got out of line."

"Oh, Sherry," I say. "It's worse here than I thought. Don't you know that is abuse? He should have been reported."

"No," she says. "It's sex. The guidelines..."

"The guidelines are clear that some slaps and other forms of mild pain are allowed as a part of a larger sexual scenario," I say firmly. "They are emphatically not for office discipline."

I enjoy giving a good slap during sex, especially to a woman's breasts. But at work -- never. And now, I think, I won't ever be slapping Sherry. I wouldn't want to traumatize her and there are plenty of other fish in the sea.

Sarah arrives a few minutes later. She comes straight to my office. "I sent you a link to the list of sex acts you asked for yesterday," she says.

"Thanks," I reply. "I haven't checked my email yet, only my calendar. I see that Brenda is on for this morning?"

"Yes," says Sarah. "I thought she should come first because she's been having other issues, and the three of us should really discuss them."

I don't get a chance to ask what the issues are, because there is a knock, and Brenda is standing in the doorway. "Umm, hello?" she asks. "I'm not interrupting, am I?"

Brenda is very tall, nearly as tall as Luisa. But where Luisa is muscular and busty, Brenda is skinny and has small breasts. She wears bell-bottoms that hang loosely around her skinny legs.

"Not at all, Brenda. Please come in and get ready -- I would like to fuck your ass."

Brenda walks in and undoes the drawstring on her pants. They drop to the floor, and she bends over your desk. Sarah walks over to get ready, then stops.

You look more closely, and see that Brenda's ass is covered by red lash marks. She's been whipped, pretty hard, sometime in the last few days.

"Let me know if this is none of my business, Brenda," I say, "but where did you get these marks?" Normally a man isn't allowed to leave quite so many, but Sarah did say she was submissive -- maybe she's in a dom-sub relationship.

Brenda looks over at Sarah, and Sarah gives her a nod.

"Luisa," she says. "One of my jobs here is keeping her satisfied."

I turn to Sarah. "Did you know this?" I ask.

"I found out yesterday," she said. "Edwards had a lot of private meetings, and kept secrets. This was what I wanted us to discuss today."

"Pull up your pants, Brenda," I say. "I still want to do this, but let's reschedule for a few days from now. I wouldn't want to hurt you."

Brenda turns around to face me. She tries to lean against the desk, but I see her wince slightly when her ass touches it.

"You are not Luisa's toy," I say. "I don't want you doing anything with her. Unless you are lovers..." I pause, and Brenda shakes her head 'no' "... ok. Then just nothing, not here, not away from school. If she insists, you call Sarah, or call me. Edwards pulled a lot of dumb shit in this school, and it all has to stop."

"Brenda, you can go back to teaching now. Sarah, we are going to have to talk about how to handle Luisa."